#The ending had me screaming into my pillow though because who said you could do that

[kweenzillagurl]

reading the Sunbearer Trials by Aiden Thomas is really just a trilogy of emotions

baby (they’re all baby) and look at my baby gooooooo

2. Oh my god consensual wing touching actually they invented romance in case anyone was wondering what my standards are

3. JESUS FUCK NO FUCK STOP THAT NO

[kalims]

˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "who i like? do you seriously think I'm gonna tell you that? anyways its—"

大好き

premise. someone asks who you like.. and you respond with their name—said person right beside you!

characters. all dorms and their prominent students

includes. gn reader

note. after a long wait! and the almost month this has been on my 'to be added' category it's hereeee.. fun fact.. I actually finished another work because I liked the idea of it more even though this was my prioritized.

was 20 mins late because I was fixing my posts aksbja

heartslabyul

looks at you like you're insane. I'm confident everyone can envision riddle's face like that. it's in between the verge of being flustered and being appalled by your lack of filter. heat practically steams out of riddle's ears as his movements stutters, clearly struggling to comprehend what you said. maybe you should get ready for an earful but you're pleasantly suprised when riddle sets aside his.. passionate emotions to shyly ask a confirmation. (with admitted aggression as if he's in denial)

trey's eyebrows shoot up but the action looks way more casual than it should be. I mean, surprisingly he's pretty calm on taking it into account but he ends up just being a smiling fool beside you as you continue your conversation with your friend. he's like... ‎◜◡◝ beside you as your friend looks between the two of you in a hurry before breaking into a laugh. should be be worried that you're this bold..? well, it did work in his favor so he can't say a thing.

happy go luck cater looks even more happy than you've ever seen him in your life. hanging lowly by his sides, his hands twitch and he itches to pull out his phone to basically renounce to the world that his feelings are very much reciprocated and probably lowkey shitting on the people with one sided loves because, ha! he wins!! you bet he's gonna settle for screaming in his private account and then proceeding to scream in his pillow.

before he could foster up a grin and break out of the 'calm and responsible' honor student, deuce had to keep his lower lips under his teeth lest he looks like a weirdo smiling uncontrollably tinged in flush. the whole time he was just staring at you goofily.. like he's on cloud nine, which I concur. because he is. the one who gets gaslighted (not by you) into thinking that you both now are in a relationship like.. deuce be for real you didn't even ask me on a fate. (actually both of you might think you're in a relationship because of the way you're acting like yall are)

contrary to beliefs I think ace would be on the more casual side. you know? throwing an arm around your shoulder and shattering whatever personal space criteria there was. clearly there's no need when you 'like' him so much. he's using your words as an excuse to do whatever he wants, like leaning strangely close, letting a hand linger longer than it should. whatever restraint he had before is gone now because now he's moving onto a new level of personal. you'd either hate or secretly like the change. hate because ace wtf we're in class and like because,, who wouldn't want your crush to be overly affectionate with you?

savanaclaw

you'd think leona wasn't listening at all just from the indifferent look on his face but you know better just from the way his eyes perk up, tail sticking up in dormant but still a signal of alert and attention. for once he doesn't quip a tease, or a smart-ass remark that would want you to shovel your way to the ground on embarrassment. he just.. sits there, staring seemingly into the void of thin air itself. maybe it's because he's feeling particularly sentimental or sensitive today that his heart feels like it's encased in warmth. it feels good.

a laugh too shaky for his preferences, ruggie hopes he didn't look too nervous for his sake. I mean, this is literally his suprise of the century and when I tell you that it's a big shock to him, it's an understatement. come on, if he did think you had feelings for him ruggie imagined the confession going normally. either buttering him up or going straight to the point—the latter, which he prefers but when he said to be direct he certainly didn't expect this! the hyena runs away with jitters and a skip to his steps but he comes back a few minutes later looking more relaxed than you've ever seen him.

once again. contrary to expectations which the savanclaw boys had practically shattered those, many would think jack would go all shy. from the previous savanaclaw boys you'd think I'd go against expectations again but you're.. wrong hehe. i don't know how to explain other than he wills himself to show a reaction other than fluster, maybe it's just in his pride to now show you an ounce of weakness but literally how could be when you're the weakness? he doesn't know if you making him soft is good or not.

octavinelle

if it was real and possible to actually happen without a third party force, azul's glasses would've definitely shattered the moment you said the direct confession. he's torn between wanting to excuse himself to scream like a school girl or intent to not let the fluster show. well, either way he does both. keeping his emotions hardly in check, sometimes slipping up multiple times but when the time comes where you both part ways you know he's silently smiling to himself when he turns round a corner. the twins are suspicious and curious as to why azul had been in a good mood nowadays..

either jade maintains his cool, natural closed eyed smile or he crinkles his eyes when he breaks into a large sharp toothed grin. of course both has the lingering ominous feeling around it because it's jade.. and even you have to agree that him openly cracking a grin isn't exactly a good sign of peace, rather so a harbinger of trouble. if you were bold enough to say that in his presence I wonder how that previous confidence will fare when he's practically picking at your earlier words to gouge a reaction. no jade, I only said like. not love (yet).

no one other than floyd would be more than ecstatic. he didn't hear it at first, blinking then tilting his head to the side when he pauses to register it. so when he finally processes it you bet he's giggling in his head but in real time? he's practically sweeping you off your feet to hug you in the air. figures with the strange merman strength.. you find out that floyd is quite clingy when he's immensely happy, he even refused to let you go through classes and when you insisted he just sat down next to your seat and promptly kicked out whoever sat there before! floyd atleast hide! I mean the professor would surely notice the eel that's not in supposed to be in their class.

scarabia

if there was an option where he could purchase everything in the world then giving it to you without expecting anything back kalim would surely choose it. you got him so happy to the fact that he's willing to do practically anything that you ask. he doesn't mean to be over the top but.. he just wants to make you happy, which is more than you deserve. no matter how many times you tell him that you don't need any gifts but rather him only, it seemed like it only did worse since he practically fell a hundred times harder which brings us to the conclusion that he wants to give you the world a whole lot more now..

a complete opposite of kalim. jamil merely blinks and casts you a side eye. for the record, he is a little impressed you're that bold because if it was him he would've just brushed this person away or claimed that he liked no one but here you are. completely obliterating the concept of secrets. perhaps that's why he likes you in the first place, your personality is certainly a force to reckon with.. but sometimes you just have to tone down the chaos.. *please* 😐

pomefiore

vil is no stranger to bold proclamations but he can't deny he's a little startled. well, he didn't pick you out to be that type of person. either way usually he'd plaster a quick smile, the words not hitting anything other than the skin of his heart. strangely enough he can't keep the smile wider than he'd like off his face, he's immensely pleased by your words and pomefiore has never been so happy by the obvious good mood their dorm leader had. cause he left them alone for the whole day to practice stick to your side.

his eyes immediately crinkle in joy, rook has to look away and cover the lower part of his face to shy away the flush in his cheeks that would give away his thoughts. rook wouldn't mind if you knew how he felt, but this time he feels as though he's doing this to contain the excitement off his face. you can practically hear the tremble in his voice as he giggles out. "oh tricheur ! mon coeur bat pour toi dans ma poitrine!" it looks like rook completely forgot to existence of the person right next to you. if he got madol from the amount of times he practically sang of his love for you rook would be rich.

just like any other time where you say something off handed epel quickly goes out of character and nearly screams. asking, shaking your shoulders, out of breath by the amount of times he aggressively shook you for the answer of "really?!" his voice becomes that of a boy you aren't used to, but if he's really that willing to show you the person he truly is it makes you like him more. if you do agree, admittedly with your surroundings growing distorted he yells out a happy "YESSS." then coughs and resumes to his soft persona like he wasn't the complete opposite a minute ago. (the person that asked was shook)

ignihyde

it's hard to say if idia is actually gonna be next to you since,, he's idia and do you really think he'd entertain the thought of being in a conversation with someone who he doesn't know? so let's just pretend his tablet is floating next to you, it's better than nothing you guess. you spared a glance to the electronic when you literally confessed your type, idia himself fitting the category perfectly. you swore you heard a squeak but ehh.. maybe it was a rat or something.

meanwhile. ortho comes inside idia's room expecting his elder brother to just be sitting on his bed, gaming chair or something but no. idia shroud is on the floor, with his headphones hazzardly over the floor like it fell over when he did. his hair is sprawled around the floor, heating into a concerning passionate pink as he rolls around and... squeals..? just from the headphones ortho can vaguely hear a "my type..? oh you know idia? I'd kill to have a boyfriend like him." playing on repeat.

diasomnia

he would be like: ˘ ˘ and then: ‎◜◡◝ after he hears you. if there a sound for a big, happy dragon malleus would be excluding them. when I tell you he wishes nothing but to just whisk you away on spot he's not kidding, unlike everyone else who unintentionally forgot the person who asked. this man forgets them intentionally because he can't keep his eyes off you like.. 'hey other human. me and my child of man are having a moment here. will you please leave now. did you not get the sign'

giggles but with his deep voice it sounds kinda weird, but nice to the ears nonetheless. lilia labels you as his main target now, perhaps scaring you shitless at the random times is his love languange because he does it a lot. don't worry though, he always says a half hearted apology with a smile and showers you with affection right after. how could you be mad with how he treats you? even though he cares for you after you can't help but pray that the glint you saw in the ceiling was just some shiny thing.. maybe malleus got it from him because he doesn't care for the other person too.

sebek scolds you period. not only have you mentioned his name (which he's embarrassingly torn between being disgusted and fluster) but you've also mentioned that he's your type?? but I honestly think he approves your taste. "OF COURSE I am the ideal man! I applaud you for once human. not everyone can see the value of loyalty and devotion to waka-sama!" he says but with the increasing pink in his face you know better than to think that it's for the sole reason of malleus.

with the increasing time you've both spent together, silver has practically devoted himself to following you around whenever he's awake. (sebek says something about him always needing to be by malleus' side but quickly shuts up after silver comments that sebek is more than capable to look after him) the surroundings are growing hazy when you say it but he hears it nonetheless. he's happy to say that he dreamt a pleasing dream he's ever gotten in a long time. and since you were in it, it's safe to say that he's positively infatuated now.

clarifications

translation for rook is,, "oh trickster! my heart beats for you in my chest!"

I connected ignihyde parts since I REFUSE to leave out ortho!!

I really liked how those ^ parts came out. my favorite actor cause I think it's cute for idia to be freaking out like that lolol. especially with the idea of recording of your voices to listen to cause he's that down bad

[dark-fics-4-you]

okay first off, i love you and your works so so much, seriously i wait for you to post new stuff😭 second off id loveee to see some dark rafe as a boyfriend headcanons; i know you'd do an incredible job<3

thank you so much for the kind words!! <33 love youuu 🥰

dark!bf!Rafe Cameron Headcanons

warnings: smut, coercion, dubcon, manipulation, location tracking, jealousy, violence, drinking and drug use, overstimulation

dark!bf!Rafe would spoil the everloving hell out of you at the start of your relationship. When you were with him, he refused to let you pay for anything "i just want to treat you like the princess you are, baby." This included food, clothes, lingerie, jewelry, and even a brand new iphone when you accidentally shattered the screen of your old one.

little did you know, your boyfriend had set up your phone before he gifted it to you, making sure that your location would be visible to him at all times, and that he would be able to see anything that you texted to anyone.

Rafe always wanted you to spend all of your free time with him. he would constantly show up at your house to pick you up for surprise dates, taking you out shopping or to an expensive restaurant of your choosing.

Anytime you questioned how he always knew that you were free when he came by, he always had an answer, accompanied by a sheepish grin, “i guess i just know you that well, y/n/n.”

Rafe hated the fact that you had guy friends, mood instantly souring anytime you mentioned wanting to hang out with them. It was hard enough for him to tolerate you hanging out with your girl friends, but Rafe felt especially protective of you around your male friends.

After seeing you talking with one of them at a party, much too enthusiastically for Rafe's taste, your boyfriend waited till he could talk to your friend alone before he threatened to break his nose if he ever saw him talking to you again.

The next day, when you sat on the couch gazing at the hurtful text from your friend that said he wanted nothing to do with you anymore, your boyfriend rubbed circles in your back as you cried into his chest, hiding the triumphant grin that tugged at the corner of his lips. "it'll be okay baby, I'm here to support you, and I'm not going anywhere."

You and Rafe didn’t get into arguments a lot, but when you did they were ugly screaming matches, baseless allegations of cheating berated at you as you sobbed, trying to calm your boyfriend down.

The arguments always ended the same way though. With you laying face down, ass in the air, head pushed into the pillow as your boyfriend took out his frustrations on you, not stopping until you had came around him five times

Afterwards, he held you in bed, kissing you tenderly and whispering into your skin, “i’m sorry y/n, you know how jealous i get, it’s only because i love you so much” and like the trusting, naive girl you were, you believed him wholeheartedly

Rafe was always super handsy in public, even if you voiced discomfort, never one to shy away from public sex as a way to tell every guy in the Outer Banks that you were his girl

Fingers wandering under your short skirts at house parties, a smack on your ass when you bent over at the golf course in front of his friends, fucking in his truck with the windows open before picking up weed and blow from Barry

You didn’t particularly like Rafe’s coke use, and had tried to bring it up to him many times, but he always knew what to say to turn the sympathy back towards him, “you know i’ve been having a hard time with my dad, princess. i feel like you and coke are the only thing that can calm me down. i just need it a little longer and then i’ll quit, i promise.”

Every party the two of you went to was an opportunity for him to show you off, and he had a habit of never letting you leave his side, arm firm around your waist, always stealing kisses and nipping at your neck to remind everyone who you belonged to, glaring at any guy who looked at you funny.

Rafe would pour you drink after drink, offering you hits off his blunts and pressuring you to do lines of blow in between. He loved how you always got more touchy with him when you were drunk. Not only that, but you allowed him to get more handsy in public than if you had been sober, “relax, it’s a crowded party, y/n/n, everyone’s hooking up.”

Rafe always loved to push your boundaries, testing the waters of what he could get away with

He would wrap an arm around you, supporting you as you drunkenly stumbled into the nearest unoccupied bedroom, before gently helping peel off your clothes as he kissed you, silencing your worries about leaving your friends behind, “i can’t think about anything else but you right now y/n. you don’t get what you do to me.”

Desire clouded your mind with his every caress, and before you could think it over, your ‘no’ had turned into ‘just the tip’ at his suggestion

And yet, every time, you found yourself in the same position, thighs shaking as you came around his cock, moans muffled by the ringed hand at your throat, “mm there’s my girl. felt like you needed that.”

His favorite punishment for you whenever you pissed him off by getting too close with his friends or acting like a brat was overstimulation.

Rafe caught you off guard every time, delving between your thighs with a playful smirk. He kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of your inner thighs before he would eat you out, slowly pushing his fingers into your dripping pussy.

After the first orgasm, you were already a panting mess. But you were surprised when he didn’t stop, quickly pushing you over the edge again, large hands firmly clamped around your quaking legs.

By the third, you realized what he was doing, already so overstimulated that you were begging him to stop, tears streaming down your face as he lapped at your sensitive clit. The pleasure building inside you at every thrust of his fingers had you coming again and again

No amount of tears or apologies could ever stop him, “you wanted to act like a slut, so don’t be surprised when i treat you like one, sweetheart.”

Rafe was only satisfied after you sagged against the bed after your seventh orgasm, finally allowing you to catch your breath as he peppered gentle kisses all over your body and face, whispering praises and telling you how much he adored you. “my perfect y/n. i never want to let you go.”

[saratinz]

Erase Him From Your Brain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ angst, drinking, smut, pure filth, spanking, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, pet names (good girl, slut)

synopsis ➩ sequel to 'Fuck Away the Pain'

word count ➩ 1.4k

a/n ➩ to celebrate reaching 69 followers, I give you part 2. comment to be added to taglist.

Your date with bucky is tonight, and you could not be more nervous. It’s weird, the fact that you’re about to have a romantic evening with the guy who you only had hatred towards two weeks ago. There’s a thin line between love and hate, and you two had crossed it. You have no idea what’s going to happen at this dinner. He picked a fancy restaurant, but no amount of money spent can make up for a lack of connection. And that’s your worst fear, realizing that even though your sexual chemistry is off the charts, your ideas of romance might clash. 

You went through hundreds of different outcomes in your head, but never did you expect this one to even be possible. “Ma’am, if he’s not gonna show up, I need you to give up the table.”

“Thank you for being so patient, he’s not coming. Here, let me give you, $20, for your time.”

“I’m so sorry about your boyfriend.”

“Appreciate it. Have a good evening.”

When you get back to the compound, you can’t stop the tears that flood your eyes. How could he do this to you? How could you fall for it, fall for him? Whatever shred of respect you had for him a month ago is gone. James Barnes is a no-good, very bad, wretched man, and no amount of charm will ever get him out of this hole he dug. You are done. Done with lies, done with assholes, and done with love. What even is love anyway? Seems like all it does is cause pain. Your thoughts race as you lie in your bed, wondering what the fuck you did wrong. You’ve felt this pain before, you know you can beat it, but everything feels so awful. You want this hurt to be gone. Why won’t it just go away? Why won’t he just go away? That’s your last thought before you drift off into a not-so-peaceful slumber.

You wake up to violent knocking, with your eyes puffy and pillow stained with makeup. “Y/n, it’s Bucky.” Fuck this, you roll over, figuring he’ll eventually go away. “I know you’re in there, F.R.I.D.A.Y confirmed for me.

“Fuck off James.”

“C’mon baby, just let me apologize.”

“Get away or I swear to god, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“Just, I rescheduled our dinner for tonight, if you don’t come, I understand, but I’m giving you the option.”

“Hope you’re more embarrassed than you’ve ever been in your life.”

“I love you. ”

“Fuck you.”

“Okay, I’m leaving.” You scream into your pillow. The thought of going to dinner with Bucky makes you sick. It still crosses your mind though. No, you refuse to think about what could happen. Like how he could apologize, could be easy to talk to, could be your soulmate. Shut up brain. You do not want the guy who betrayed you, the guy who teased you to no end. You hope he’s in pain, and maybe that’s wrong, but it’s simply how you feel. 

You’re not usually a day-drinker, but this situation calls for it. You cradle your favorite drink, sipping it way faster than you should. You see a familiar face passing. “Hey Sam.”

“Hey Y/n. I need to talk to you.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Bucky.”

“God, please don’t tell me he put you up to this.”

“He’s so sorry. He had a few drinks before dinner, he was so nervous, he wanted things to be perfect. He passed out from not sleeping or eating.”

“Here’s the thing, I don’t care what happened. I was scared too, but I showed up anyway.”

“He wanted me to give you this.” 

“Take it back to him, I don’t want it.”

“He said even if you didn’t open it, I have to force you to take the box.”

“Sam you’re really getting on my nerves.”

“Y/n, you want my honest opinion?”

“Go ahead.”

“He’s an asshole, you deserve better.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because even though he sucks sometimes, he’s never cared about anyone half as much as he cares about you. He’s always had your back.”

“That’s what you do when your an Avenger.”

“No, I mean he literally begs people to check up on you, to look after you, hell, he convinced Steve to give you a chance.”

“I didn’t ask for him to do any of those things, and look how well my thing with Steve ended.”

“He cares more about you than he does his best friend, that’s what came between them. You’re special, he didn’t intentionally fuck this up, that’s just what you get when you fall in love with him. So please, for the love of god, take him back, so that I never have to do this again. I will pay you to go on this date. Name your price.”

“One million.”

“I was thinking more like $50.”

“I’m not going to dinner.”

“Just, don’t drink too much, okay?”

“I know. Goodbye Sam.”

“Bye.” Once he leaves, you get right back to self-medicating. The drinks start to taste less and less like alcohol. You know your limits, and you use that knowledge to drink as much as you can without blacking out. When you finally cut yourself off, you realize it’s time for dinner. But there’s no way you’re going. Even drunk you knows that’s a bad idea. 

Bucky clouds your mind, like the virus he is. How do you even explain your feelings toward him? He’s just, he won’t get out of your head. You kinda wanna go to dinner. Wait, what? No you don’t, let him be so embarrassed like you were. But he’s so hot, and good at sex. No, shut up brain. And you love him. Well, that you can’t deny. No matter what you tell yourself, that will always be true. Fuck it, fuck reasoning, you are going to stop him from going. You don’t want him in pain like you are. 

You practically sprint to his room, trying to catch him before he leaves. You run into him in the hallway with his room. “James, don’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s humiliating.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. I still love you, I don’t want you to go through with this.”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” 

“Not even if I let you fuck me?” You put on your best pouty face.

“What?”

“Not even if I suck your dick?”

“Y/n, stop it.”

“Not even if I call you daddy?”

“How, how did you know I like that?”

“I didn’t, but I do now.”

“Shut up.”

“Guess you’re just gonna have to punish me, daddy.” All of a sudden, you’re pushed against the wall, caged in, and getting really turned on.

“You wanna be a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

“Do your worst.” His lips are on yours in an instant, and it’s a filthy kiss, just tongue and teeth. You yelp as Bucky pulls away and throws you over his shoulder. Once you get inside his room, he walks to the bed and tosses you onto it. 

“Take your clothes off, underwear too.” You do as he said, feeling self-conscience under his dark gaze. “Good girl, now I’m gonna sit down, and you’re gonna lay across my legs.” Crawling onto his lap, you cry out as he smacks his hand across your ass. 

“What the fuck?” Another hit.

“You begged me to do this with your bad behavior. I can’t just let you get away with whatever. I’m gonna make you my obedient little slut, it’s time you learn a lesson or two. But if you feel uncomfortable, just say the word ‘red’ and I will stop.” Once again, you’re struck. “After every spank, I’m gonna need you to say ‘thank you, daddy’. You got that?”

“James, that’s humiliating.” He puts all of his strength into the next blow.

“That’s not my name princess, now what do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You reluctantly mumble.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You scream.

“Good fucking girl. Now we’re gonna do that 20 more times.” 

When your punishment is finally over, your eyes are puffy and your face is soaked. “It’s over honey, you did so good.” He helps you straddle him, kissing your tears away. You lay your head on his shoulder, wishing this feeling will last forever. He lies down, maneuvering your limp body so that you can use his still clothed chest as a pillow. You’re super drowsy, from the alcohol and spanking, and before long, you fall into a deep slumber.

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[joeybsversion]

Come Home

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe sees you out with a new guy after your breakup.

“Shit.” You muttered. You’d recognize that laugh anywhere. You looked around the room through the crowd of people drinking, laughing, and dancing until you spotted him. Those damn Cartier glasses on his face complemented by a big smile.

“What’s wrong babe?” Your boyfriend asked, following your gaze across the room to see what or who you were looking at.

“Oh nothing,” you made yourself look busy and fumbled through your purse, “I thought I left my wallet up at the bar, but it’s right here.” You pulled it out and gave him a reassuring smile. “Should we sit right here?” You pulled out a chair from the high top and took a seat before he even answered.

“Works for me.” He grinned and took a seat. “Isn’t that some of the bengals players over there?” He motioned to a group of guys.

“Where?” You asked, acting like you hadn’t seen them already.

“I bet it is. Out celebrating after their win tonight. I heard they come here!”

“That’s cool!” You chimed in, acting as though you hadn’t been here on multiple occasions after games with Joe.

You took a sip of your drink, fixed your hair, and laughed at every word your boyfriend said, just doing your best to make yourself look busy and act like you hadn’t even noticed your ex boyfriend across the room. You’ve only been seeing your current boyfriend for a few months now. It’s been super casual and you hadn’t mentioned your previous relationship with Joe. It’s not like you’d been avoiding the conversation, you just hadn’t had the chance to say “Hey, you know your favorite quarterback, Joe Burrow? Yeah so him and I actually dated for 4 years. Things were super serious, but it just didn’t work out.” You let out a small laugh as the thought crossed your mind.

“What’s so funny?” Your boyfriend asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled “Just enjoying my drink.” You took another sip.

“I’ll go get you another one.” He smiled and left the table to join the crowd at the bar all trying to get a drink.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through Instagram, singing along to the song that was on.

“Hey.” You felt a hand on your shoulder and heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Joe.. hey.” You acted surprised.

“Whose the new guy?”

“Skipping the small talk I see.” You rolled your eyes. “No one you know and honestly none of your business.” You turned back to your phone.

“Is it serious?” He continued.

“It’s serious enough.” You answered and he continued to stand next to you. “What? Why are you asking me these questions and why do you even care?” You asked. “You left me, remember?” You tilted your head to the side, waiting for a response. “So why do you care who I’m with? And if it’s serious or not? I’m happy, I’m at peace, and he loves me. I don’t pop into your life and disturb you. So please, stay out of mine.” You pressed your straw to your lips and took another big drink.

He continued to stare. “What? What do you want?” You asked.

“One more question and then I’ll leave.” He said. “How do you know he loves you?” You could hear the hurt in his voice.

You looked at your ex and shook your head, “because the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not looking, is the way I use to look at you..”

You both stared at each other in silence. “I’m sorry… for how things ended.” Joe said and looked down. “I really am sorry.”

“Joe, to be completely real with you right now, getting over you was a horrific and traumatic thing to go through. I spent countless nights crying over someone who didn’t give me a second thought or an explanation for the pain they caused me. One day though, I began to heal.” You took a deep breath. “Now when I think about you, I remember the lessons you taught me and wish you the best.”

“Please don’t act like what happened to us was easy for me to go through.” You could hear the anger in his voice. “People always say that it hurts the most at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3 AM is the equivalent of being heart broken. But sometimes it would be 7 AM on a Tuesday morning and I’d catch a whiff of peppermint tea and it would make me miss you so much I wouldn’t know what to do.” He finished, letting out a big sigh and walking back over to his team.

You sat in silence, thinking over everything Joe had just said. Analyzing his words, and his facial expressions, and the way his voice cracked when he said he missed you so much he didn’t know what to do.”

“Sorry babe, long line.” Your boyfriend set your drink down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Everything ok?” He asked. “Earlier you were so giggly, and now you seem down.”

“Yeah, just not feeling very good all of a sudden.” You assured him.

“Too much to drink?”

“Something like that.” You turned to see Joe walking out of the bar alone. Pulling his hood over his head and keeping his face towards the ground. “Was he crying?” You thought to yourself. You turned around and the rest of the team was still celebrating.

“That is the Bengals!” Your boyfriend pointed in the direction you were already looking. “I asked the bar tender. He said they come here a lot after games. He said Joe was even here!” He looked around the group excitedly trying to catch a glimpse of his favorite quarter back.

You smiled back at him “cool.”

“I’m going to go close out our tab.. let’s get you home. Go get some fresh air, I’ll meet you out front.” He excused himself from the table again and made his way up to the bar.

You gathered your belongings and grabbed your phone. You felt a quick buzz and looked down, you had a missed call and voicemail from Joe.

You quickly pressed your phone to your ear. “Hey. I’m really not sure of much right now. But I am sure of one thing, I was in love with you.” You could hear his voice shaking over the phone. “I am still in love with you… and love isn’t something you give up on. So I’ve chosen not to give up on you. I won’t give up on you.” Your turned the volume up on your phone and pressed a finger into your opposite ear hoping to block out the noise of the busy bar. “One day, if you ever miss me, just know that you can come home to me…. Just come home already.” The message ended.

Butterflies somersaulted in your stomach as you rushed out the front door of the bar. You looked to your left and saw Joe climbing into the seat of a dark SUV.

“JOE! WAIT!!” You called after the car, attempting to wave it down as it pulled away from the curb. “Wait!” You yelled again, following in its direction.

The red break lights flashed bright as you continued to chase after it down the sidewalk. The door flung open and out came a hand “let’s go home, baby girl.”

[dulcesiabits]

like a flash in the night.

summary: your relationship with bai yi is purely transactional... or she'd like you to believe.

notes: 1.5k words, fic, a commission for @mh8 (who I have to thank for giving me a chance to write about miss bai yi <3), descriptions of violence + lightest suggestive content

i.

Bai Yi was taking advantage of you.

You would be a fool not to realize it; the only time she ever called you was when she needed a favor or a place to crash. You had learned to temper your expectations when your phone rang and Bai Yi’s silky voice was on the other line, when she flirted or wheedled or made another empty promise to treat you to a nice meal (a meal you would, inevitably, end up footing the bill for).

But when she showed up on your doorstep, bruised and cheerful, you still ran to see her, heart pounding.

“You’re an angel!” Bai Yi exclaimed, clasping her hands together dramatically when you swung open the door. “I know you wouldn’t let me down, hm?”

You could slam the door in her face for once, you thought. Tell her to go somewhere else, or to come back when she finally planned on paying back the money she borrowed from you.

But you only sighed at her theatrics, and gestured impatiently for her to come inside. “You can’t keep doing this, Bai. I have a life, and I can’t drop everything to help you every time you run into trouble. What is it this time? Debt collectors? Syndicate gangsters?”

Bai Yi had the decency to slip off her heels before she entered your apartment properly, throwing them carelessly at the doorway. You paused to line them up at the entrance, toes pointing towards the door, as she ambled down the hall as if she owned the place.

“Can’t I come just because I miss you, angel?”

You flushed at the sound of the nickname. “I don’t believe that.”

“Well…”

“Bai,” you said firmly. “What did you do?”

“I may have borrowed some money and promised to pay it back last week…”

“Oh my god.”

“But, ah, I had some emergency expenses to finance, so all of the cash I was going to put towards my loans? Gone! Just like that!”

You doubted she actually had any money to pay the loans back with; more likely than not, she had spent it all on some shady business venture investment and lost all her cash in the process. You followed the sound of her carefree voice down the hall, only to end up in front of your bedroom. Bai Yi was circling your bed, running a finger along the duvet.

“Bai Yi,” you said. “You’re on the run from loan sharks? Again?”

She shrugged, before diving onto your bed. “Yup! K.K. will get it all sorted out, though, so don’t even worry about it.”

“Bai–”

“I’m tired from being on the run. Angel, could you please close the door for me?”

You watched as Bai Yi pulled your comforter over herself, head sinking into the pillows you had fluffed just that morning. 

“At least take off your street clothes!” you said, exasperated. 

“Sorry, angel. If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to try harder.”

You shut your bedroom door irritably. It looked like it would be another night sleeping on the couch for you.

ii.

“Bai Yi, I swear to god, if you make me lose my apartment, I am going to toss you to MBCC myself!”

“Angel, don’t be so hasty! Don’t things always work out for us?”

You growled, biting back a string of curses as Bai Yi’s motorcycle cut around a corner so sharply your head almost touched the warm asphalt. The breeze whipped away her laughter; even in a situation where the two of you were on the run from Syndicate loan sharks, Bai Yi couldn’t take a single second of it seriously.

“Fuck!” you yelled as the motorcycle jostled over a pothole and swerved around a pedestrian, who screamed bloody curses after you two.

“You have to hold onto me tighter,” Bai Yi instructed, eyes still glued to the road. “Try not to cop a feel.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m not–” Another sharp turn, another close brush with the pavement where your head almost cracked like an egg, and you decided you could save the witty remarks before your brains ended scrambled up all over the streets of Syndicate. 

Reluctantly, you looped your arms around Bai Yi’s waist, so tightly you could feel her muscles tensing under her skin, feel the rumble of her laughter echo straight into your heart as she sped through narrow roads and dark alleyways. You rested your head against her back, squeezing your eyes shut as you nuzzled against her jacket. She smelled like sun-warmed leather, and cheap alcohol, and something you couldn’t quite place– it was the smell of the city itself, of cracked pavements and the faint tang of blood.

She had always promised to take you out for a spin on her bike, but you never imagined she would fulfill under such strenuous circumstances. 

You couldn’t help but smile a little into her jacket. As unreliable as Bai Yi was, she had always shown you a good time.

iii.

You had never seen that expression on Bai Yi’s face before. 

She was always ready with an easy smile or an over-dramatic frown to flash at you. Sometimes you forget just how strong she really was. It was strange to see her mouth so thin, her gaze cold and calculating, a barely-contained anger edging all of her words. She was like a predator, ready to strike at the first sign of weakness, power and tension rolling under her skin.

“They have nothing to do with this,” she said slowly. “Let them go.”

The gangster holding a knife at your throat barked out a wheezy laugh. “Listen, Bai Yi. They–” He yanked you closer to the knife, metal scraping your throat, and Bai Yi’s eyes tracked him “--got involved as soon as they met you.”

Her hand twitched on the handle of her swords, and the gangster hissed, pressing the blade into the skin of your neck, just enough for you to gasp at the sudden pain as a trickle of blood trailed onto your collarbone.

That must have been the final straw for Bai Yi. She snarled, and in the space between one blink and the next, the gangster’s head was lying on the floor, his face still frozen in a haughty grimace.

You couldn’t even call it a fight; it was a one-sided slaughter. Everytime you blinked, there was another head rolling on the floor, another body crumpling like a broken doll. In under a minute, Bai Yi was calmly wiping the blood off her swords with a coat ripped off a nearby corpse, before sheathing them into their scaboards. 

That strange, intense expression still hadn’t faded off her face as she strode towards you, anger still vibrating in every inch of her body.

“Are you okay?” she said. Her fingers drifted towards your face, as if she wanted to touch you; but they only hovered over your skin as complicated emotions warred across her face, each flashing by too fast for you to gauge what they were. 

You shook your head; you were still trying to process what just happened, but the shock must have caught up to you, because your legs gave way. Bai Yi easily caught you before you could fall. Her grip was surprisingly strong but gentle, and her arm curled protectively around you, pulling you closer towards her body.

“Let’s go home,” she said softly. “You need some rest.”

“Bai, I–”

“Don’t say anything,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry. I should have known better than to bring trouble to your door.”

You nodded, and the two of you simply stood like that for a while. When you moved to step away, her hands lingered, as if she wanted to hold you close to her forever.

“Next time,” you said slowly, as Bai Yi led you towards her motorcycle, “You have to treat me to dinner at a restaurant. A nice one.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” she said.

“No. You’re going to be the one to ask me,” you replied. You thought she might have smiled, but you couldn’t be sure.

iv.

Che folded his arms as he surveyed the apartment building across from the alley he, K.K. and Bai Yi were lurking in. “So you want me to stake out this place?”

“Just for the next few weeks,” Bai Yi said. “Make sure the, ah, person I told you about doesn’t meet with any trouble.”

“Why this place, Bai Yi?” K.K. said curiously. “Don’t tell me you borrowed from another loan shark.”

Che rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that, K.K. This is where the boss’s secret lover lives.”

“Her what?” K.K. hissed.

“We’re not in that kind of relationship,” Bai Yi said lightly.

Che appraised her, raising one eyebrow. “You sure?”

“I don’t get attached. You know that, Che. Come on! It would be sad for all the gorgeous women in Syndicate if I settled down so easily, don’t you think?”

Don’t get attached, my ass. Why do you look at them like that, then? Che bit back his words; Bai Yi knew her feelings best, and if she didn’t have a reason for revealing them, then neither did he.

The trio gave one last glance at the apartment complex, Bai Yi’s lingering on a particular window on the third floor, before they vanished into the night.

[teaberrii]

Chapter Four: Hi, Neighbour

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You're usually the one responsible for your sleepless nights. Like that time when you were nervous about giving your first solo presentation in school. Or, the time you stayed up way too late for your first project early in your career, wanting to perform well as one of the team's youngest members. You rarely lose sleep because of other people. Well, it seems like Alhaitham just loves to surprise you.

It's already midnight, and you can't stop thinking about what happened today.

“Wait… You two know each other?” Kaveh gasped when you and Alhaitham exchanged a look. “Don’t tell me you’re the soulmate!”

“...The what?”

“Don’t bring up that nonsense,” Alhaitham warned.

Kaveh coughed. “Well, soulmate or not, it’s not every day you get to live across from a CEO.”

Alhaitham shot his friend a deadpan look, and Kaveh innocently looked in the other direction.

“You’re… a CEO?”

Alhaitham assumed you haven’t looked at that official welcome email. Otherwise, you would know. While he knew which department you were in, he didn’t go to see you. Though, sometimes, he’d thought of you barging into his office and demanding an explanation of why he was here. It was a ridiculous scenario, but it kept him entertained. Little did he know, it was those moments where he’d subconsciously smile.

He kept to himself that he knew you and left it up to fate to decide whether he’d accidentally bump into you in the hall or somewhere nearby. Turned out fate had other plans.

Alhaitham didn’t get a chance to respond when Kaveh said, “Uh huh! At Sumeru Entertainment! He’s still a newbie, though.”

“Um, are you okay?” It was the voice of your real estate agent that snapped you out of it. “You just turned pale.”

“At… at where did you say?” you asked.

“Sumeru Entertainment.”

Alhaitham’s voice wasn’t helping.

“I… I work there," you finally said.

“You do?” Kaveh gasped. “Oh, my God! That’s… what a small world!”

“I know.”

Silence.

Alhaitham… knew? Since when? How did he know? Could it be from your conversation with Lumine? But, you never said where—

“I saw you,” Alhaitham continued. “...At the marketing department.”

The marketing…? Oh. It must be from that time.

“Ooh, did something happen?” Kaveh asked.

“I, uh, it’s getting late,” you finally said. “I need to go.”

You scream into your pillow. But then, you look up.

No. Who cares if he’s your CEO? It’s not like you have any direct connection. But the thought of living across from him is…

Your head hits the pillow again. Wait a minute. You look up. Why should Alhaitham influence your decision on whether to buy the place or not? You love the apartment. It's closer to your work. The neighbourhood is nicer. Transportation is also much more convenient. There are too many pros. And the thought of giving that up just because Alhaitham will be your neighbour makes you scoff.

You sit upright.

You made your decision. You’re going to make an offer. You’re going to move in… and it’s not because you also partly want to prove a point.

◆◆◆

“Ooh, I got it! What if the guy is actually an alien?”

Later that week, you’re brainstorming with your team on project ideas, writing them all down on the large smart table in the meeting room. But, this idea… it’s interesting and has potential.

"Okay," you say, looking at the many ideas scribbled on the notepad. "We have enough ideas to work with. Let's start narrowing them down."

“How are we going to do that?”

A knock comes at the door. As soon as it opens, you see your manager… and Alhaitham.

"Oh, please don't mind us," your manager says. "I bumped into Alhaitham earlier, and he was interested in learning about the creative process behind our films and dramas." Your manager smiles. "I knew you were having a creative meeting with your team today, so I thought we could listen in."

It's the first time you've seen Alhaitham since that day. Now that you know he's the new CEO, you've been mentally preparing yourself to bump into him in the hallway or at a restaurant nearby. There's no way he's going to catch you off guard. You almost scoff. Again, this man just loves to surprise you.

Still, you need to become accustomed to this; soon, he will be your neighbour. That's right. You closed the deal on the apartment just yesterday.

"I hope we're not interrupting," Alhaitham says. You watch him walk to the opposite side of the table; your team members instantly make room for him. "All of these look like great ideas." His eyes look from the screen to you. "How do you narrow them down?"

You don't want to overthink and say that he's testing you. Regardless, you welcome the challenge. "I like to start with the ending." You put your hands on the table. "Knowing how the story ends will help write scenes to achieve that ending." You smile slightly. "It'll also help with sequencing."

As he listens to you talk, Alhaitham sees the same sparkle in your eyes he saw that day at your house when you looked at him as a cat. It's easy to tell that you love what you do; the passion in your talk says it all. People also glow differently when talking about something they love. Alhaitham has seen it. But, there's something about you that draws him in. He can't take his eyes off you, but what scares him is that he almost doesn't want to.

Looking up, you see Alhaitham staring at you, and your mind almost goes blank. Perhaps it's the way he's looking at you. Attentive. Focused. But there's also something else. Curiosity. Maybe he's taken more of an interest in what you're saying. Regardless, you're suddenly losing the words on your tongue.

“Um, yeah, so… that’s it,” you finish. You almost want to bang your head against the wall for that eloquent ending.

"It was easy to follow your train of thought," Alhaitham says. "It was logical, and I understood why you would do things a certain way." Then, he smiles slightly, and your heart almost skips a beat. "I learned a lot."

You sigh softly once he and your manager leave.

“Were you nervous?” You look at your colleague, who’s smiling. “It’s rare to see you get nervous, boss.”

You hope it doesn’t happen again… around Alhaitham, that is.

You leave a little early to meet your mother at your new place on the same day. It's still empty as you've scheduled your move to be on the weekend to avoid clashing with work. When you told your family you sealed the deal, they were all thrilled. Though, your mother just had to add that it would be even better if you were moving in with a guy. But, you let it slide.

“Hey, mom.”

“This place is beautiful,” she says, walking inside the lobby with you. “It must’ve cost you a pretty penny.”

"Well, I think I got a good deal after I negotiated."

In the elevator, your mother spends a little time catching you up on what's been happening at her café. Opening a café has always been a dream of hers. So, when she retired as an accountant, she took the plunge and opened one in the city's business district.

“You look exhausted,” you say worriedly. “Why don’t you rest for a little bit? I’m sure the part-timers can handle themselves for a day or two.”

"I know they can. They're good kids. One of them is going to graduate from university this year." She looks at you. "It's hard, though. I'm sure you know."

You know. It’s difficult for you to take a day off when it’s not an official holiday. Work is constantly on your mind. But you’re still young. Your mother, on the other hand…

You unlock and open the door to your new place, allowing your mother to step in first. She takes a look around just as you close the door behind you.

“It’s nice, right?” you ask.

You and your mother chat about the place for a while, and then she changes the topic to the one you’re dreading.

“Lumine told me she gave you the pamphlet.”

“...She did. I’m not going.”

“Why not?”

“Mom,” you groan. “Do you even have to ask? I think it’s obvious.”

“The men this time—”

“It’s not about the men!" You sigh. "I’m honestly really happy right now. I’d rather be happy myself than be in an unhappy relationship.”

Your mom gives you a look. “Who said I want you to be in an unhappy relationship? I know you’re happy, dear. But I want you to be happier. Some memories… some feelings can only happen when you have someone around you.”

“I’d rather have it happen naturally,” you mutter.

“But you have to try!”

That's the thing. You don't want to. It's not like you never had suitors after your horrendous breakup. But you turned every single of them down… for years. Your mom never understood why, and you always used the same excuse. You didn't like them. You just weren't interested. When one guy went as far as to treat you like a literal queen, some of your friends called you "incredible" for turning down such a great guy. But you couldn't date him. Not when the demons of your first relationship still haunted you like no tomorrow.

“Mom, please… can we talk—”

"I don't want you with just anyone, so I specifically signed you up for this event. They're worthy of being with a strong woman like you."

You wish you could just disappear.

Your mother opens the door and walks out. “Go to that event.”

“No. I don’t—”

The elevator doors open, and Alhaitham walks out. You instantly stiffen as he makes eye contact with you… and then your mother. When Alhaitham gives you a small smile, your mother slowly turns to you with a raised brow.

“Hey, neighbour," he says.

Is that your new nickname now?

“...Hi, neighbour.”

It’s… strange calling your CEO that, but maybe it's better than Catboy.

Alhaitham smiles at your mother. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.”

“My… it’s nice to meet you!” Your mother instantly turns to you. “Are you two friends?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You and Alhaitham look at each other. What is he talking about? You aren’t friends!

“He’s my neighbour,” you say. "If that wasn't obvious already."

Your mother turns to Alhaitham. “How did you two meet? Here?”

How will Alhaitham respond? You’re a little curious.

“She helped me when I got hurt.”

Your eyes almost turn wide. He isn't going to tell her about the cat incident, is he?

“She was very kind to let me stay with her,” Alhaitham continues, and your jaw almost drops.

Your mother instantly turns to you. “He stayed with you?”

“It’snotlikethat,” you say, your words coming out so fast that even you had trouble understanding what you just said.

“But we got into a little fight, and she kicked me out.”

Your mother looks back at him, and you give him a pointed look. He’s asking for it.

“A fight, you say?” she asks.

"It was me in the wrong." This takes you by surprise. "I shouldn't have overstayed my welcome." Then, Alhaitham looks you in the eyes. "But, I'll always be grateful for her kindness during my time of need."

He's making you feel too many emotions at once, and it must stop.

“Mom,” you say, “I’ll walk you down.”

“Oh, but I haven’t gotten his name yet!”

"Alhaitham." You shoot him a deadpan look, which he returns with a ghost of a smile. Then, he says to your mother, "It's a pleasure to meet you, auntie."

You don’t think it can get any worse, but your mother also loves to surprise you.

“Are you single?”

“Mom!”

“...I am.”

Well, you have one of your secret questions answered, at least.

“Oh, my daughter is, too! I keep telling her to go to a matchmaking party, but she’s as stubborn as always.”

“Mom,” you say loudly. “I really think you should get going. It’s late.”

Your mother sighs. “Fine, fine.”

You meet Alhaitham’s eyes just as he says, “Goodnight, neighbour.”

“...Goodnight.”

This is definitely not how you’re expecting your evening to go.

◆◆◆

Over the next few days, your mother’s been asking you more about Alhaitham. So much that even your siblings now knew about him.

"So, you got a sparkly new place and a hot neighbour?" Lumine had asked. "I wish I had your luck, sis."

“What does he look like?” Aether had asked. “I’m so curious.”

That was only one out of the many questions.

What does he do? What's his family background? Morals? Values? You couldn't answer them as you barely knew him. You thought about letting your family know that he's your CEO, but you weren't sure what path that would lead. So maybe it was best to pretend you didn't know anything for now.

You've just finished lunch, and you're talking with your mother in an empty meeting room when she brings up Alhaitham… again.

“Mom, it’s not good to keep talking about other people, you know.”

“But I’ve been thinking… someone that handsome is bad news,” she says. You almost choke on your water. You’re still coughing when you hear your mother say, “But… I didn’t get a bad vibe from him.”

“What kind of vibe did you get from him then?” you deadpan. Then, before you can stop yourself, you ask, “Catty?”

“No, far from it! He was very polite.”

Not the definition of catty you’re going for, but… it’ll do.

“Is… he the reason why you’re not going?”

“To what? That matchmaking party?” You roll your eyes. “It’s not the first time I told you no, mom. It’s not because of him. I just don’t want to go.”

"Well, you have such a great catch living across the hallway from you."

“A great catch?” you ask incredulously. “You barely know him! What if he’s a crazy psychopath?” You really hope that’s not true.

“I trust my gut instinct. He really doesn’t seem like a bad guy.”

“Yeah, well, let me dash your hopes right now. Actually, he’s—”

Knock. Knock.

The door opens, and you see one of your colleagues.

“Hey. We have this room booked.”

“Oh, sorry,” you say, standing. Then, as you walk out, you say into your phone. “I have to get back to work. Let’s talk later.”

◆◆◆

Hours later, Alhaitham gets off another call and rubs his tired eyes. Is this the life of an executive? Just meeting after meeting after meeting? Then, just as he's about to return to work, he hears a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

The door opens, and his secretary walks in, holding a black and white suit wrapped nicely in plastic.

Alhaitham is about to ask when his secretary says, “Your grandfather asked me to pick this up for you for the awards night next week.”

“Appreciate it.” Alhaitham gestures to the couch. “You can put it there for now.”

"He… also asked me if you're bringing someone," he says, putting the suit neatly on the couch.

“...To the awards night?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t see why I would."

“In that case, he’d like you to take Layla with you.”

There's a name he hasn't heard in a long time. The daughter of one of the wealthiest family-owned companies in Sumeru… and an old family friend. While he and Layla have been friends for a long time, they lost contact when she moved away for university. Is she back?

“She’s coming back to open a subsidiary company under their name,” his secretary continues. “Your grandfather would like the two of you to get back in touch again.”

There’s obviously a motive, and Alhaitham isn’t going to fall for it.

"I'm sure she'll be busy readjusting. The last thing she needs is to attend an award show that has nothing to do with her."

“...I’ll relay the message.”

"You can also tell him to talk to me directly. No need for you to get involved with this." Alhaitham looks at the clock. "...It's late. Let's head back."

In the elevator, Alhaitham isn't expecting it to stop on your floor. When the doors open and you see each other, he holds your stare until you walk inside.

“Oh, hi, Alhaitham.” Alhaitham turns to Childe, who walks in after you with a smile.

Alhaitham stands behind you as he watches you and Childe make some casual conversation.

“I still haven’t thought about what to get Zhongli for his wedding,” Childe sighs. “Any ideas?”

“Aren’t you two supposed to be close?” you ask.

“What did you get him?”

Oh? Are you going to Zhongli’s wedding, too?

“It’s a surprise.”

“Oh, come on,” Childe groans. “Don’t be like that.”

“Yeah, well, deal with it.”

Childe gently nudges you. “I can keep a secret.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Let it go, Childe.”

“Never.”

Alhaitham clears his throat. You slowly look over your shoulder and see him staring at Childe. “She already said no.”

“Ah… yeah.”

It's the first time you've seen Childe speechless, and you look back, hiding a small smile.

The doors open, and you step out. As you and Childe walk together, you expect to see Alhaitham walk in another direction or past you, but you never do. Does this mean he's still behind you? You want to look, but you have no idea how to make it look not obvious. Maybe just a—

You gasp when you bump into a large man holding a hot drink that splashes on your clothes. You're still recovering from what happened when the man glares at you.

“Sorry,” you begin, “I—”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Why are you yelling?” Childe asks.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Me? I’m—”

“Watch your language.” Everyone turns to Alhaitham, who’s walking toward you.

It looks like the man recognizes him as he stiffens.

Alhaitham takes out a napkin from his suit and gives it to you. “...Are you okay?”

You take it. “...I’m fine."

“With all due respect, this woman is the one who bumped into me,” the man huffs.

As you dab the stain on your clothes, Alhaitham removes his jacket and drapes it around you. You stop and look up, catching a glimpse of his worried stare before he glares at the man. Everyone in the lobby is looking at you now, and you just want to disappear into a black hole.

“She already apologized,” Alhaitham says. “There’s no need to yell.”

The man grumbles something and walks away.

“...Thanks for that,” you say. “I’ll clean this and give it ba—”

“We need to get you out of those clothes.”

Alhaitham's voice is so quiet and low that you think you imagined it. But then, you see the warmth in his eyes, and you almost melt.

“We wouldn’t want you getting sick,” he continues.

…Right. Of course. Where is your mind wandering to?

Chapter Five

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[liagazed]

amour éternel ; s. harrington.

summary: the "endearing" bickering between dustin, robin, and steve for your attention will go on until the ends of time, but of course, not even your brother and best friend can get in between this amour éternel between you and your boyfriend.

tags: steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader. best friend robin. dustin being a protective brother, but blink and you miss it! fluff, fluff, fluff. flirty and soft steve. even flirtier reader. implied smut in the end? use of foul language. slight vulgar humour. i think that's it

wc: 2.1k

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To say that Steve was nervous was an understatement. He hadn’t seen you since spring break, and it was now the summer, So college was letting you off the hook for two, almost three months.”Crying over all those college assignments will be worth it eventually” is something Steve knew you’d repeat to yourself, knowing that once you were done, you’d be happy with your boyfriend under the same roof.

Steve did not stop pacing back and forth, wondering where you were and why he didn’t see you amongst the faces of the people in the crowd, so many thoughts swarming his head, like, what if you lost your luggage? Or what if you got lost in the airport and couldn’t find his car?

In reality, it was all stupid thoughts that preoccupied him because all you did was go to the bathroom. 

“Jesus– where could (Y/n) be?” Steve semi-yelled, causing Robin to give him an eye roll, one that certainly said ‘you need to calm the fuck down’, and she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Steve, the love of your life is on the way. Maybe visiting the bathroom, for fuck’s sake. Doesn’t everyone have a bladder?” Robin spoke sarcastically, causing Steve's pacing to stop, a frown tugging at his lips, a crease forming between his brows.

“She’s right.” Dustin muttered, eyes pulling away from the crowd for a few seconds to flash Steve a somewhat dirty glare, that look referencing the hindrance that was Steve’s pacing. He looked down at the ground a little, causing Dustin to turn his head back to the swarming crowd of people that made him the slightest bit anxious, knowing how you hated them. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just– do I even look okay? Do you think (Y/n)’s still gonna love me?” Steve said  as he ran a hand through his hair, gaze worried and hopeless, eyes meeting with Robin’s as he looked for an answer. The words falling from Steve’s mouth even caused Dustin’s hard expression to soften as a wave of worried confusion washed over him. “My sister? Not love you anymore? PLEASE.” Dustin gave a playful roll of his eyes. 

“Shut up, Tiny Henderson, I mean it!” Steve cried out in annoyance.

 “The not Tiny Henderson has been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and that’s not gonna happen now.” your brother grumbled, Steve groaning at his words and Robin rolling

 her eyes once again, wondering how she’d been caught in the middle of all of this– oh, yeah. She also wanted to see you, her long-term best friend. “Robin’s my soulmate” You’d joke, which always put a frown on Steve’s face, puppy eyes and all, a look that said that he thought he was your soulmate, and with a roll of your eyes, the word platonic was forced out of your mouth, giving Steve a kiss of reassurance.

Nonetheless, Robin would never get in the way of your relationship with Steve, she was aware of the consequences that would have due to your undying feelings for one another, and it’s not like she wanted to, anyway, but she understood why Steve felt the way he did, though it was complete and total horseshit. 

“Harrington, I had to deal with my best friend’s endless babbling about you all the damn time, so for you to even think that someone who would go home and scream into their pillow because you– Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington– talked to that person once today and winked at them and call me about it HOURS later– still flustered, might I add– is total bullshit.” Robin finally said, bringing a smile to Steve’s lips as he thought about how adorable you were.

“Thanks, Robs.” Steve laughed a little, and Robin couldn’t help but smile at her best friend’s happiness and look of relief.

All thoughts and conversations were abruptly stopped by the sound of static coming from the walkie talkie Dustin clutched in his hand, the words “This is Henderson number 1 returning to base. I repeat, this is Henderson number 1 returning to base, over,” being spoken shortly after.

A wave of excitement washed over all three of your friends (or boyfriend, best friend, and brother), knowing that you weren’t far away. “This is Henderson number 2, where are you located? Over.” Dustin spoke, determination heard clearly in his tone. 

“Uh, I’m not that far away, I’m sure you can spot me from here. Nice shirt, Stevie. Over” Steve could practically hear the smirk in your voice and a shade of pink dusted his cheeks as he muttered a thanks to himself. 

“Gross, save your flirting for when I’m not around, maybe?” Dustin pleaded in annoyance, causing you to roll your eyes as well as Steve’s. “I see you, I’m on my way. Over and out.” Dustin spoke and dove into the large crowd of people. 

“God, I’m so nervous. Are you sure I look okay?” Steve asked, the damned concerned look masking his features once more. 

“Yes, Steve, you look great. You and your stupid hair,” Robin reached up and ruffled Steve’s mane of perfectly kept hair, causing him to mutter a ‘stop’ as he fixed his hair, it going back to its perfect Harrington swoop™. “And as you may have heard, you got told that your shirt was nice, meaning that it’s probably code for it’s gonna end up on the floor along with the rest of your clothing articles.” Robin jokes, and Steve was quick to react as his mouth dropped open.

 “You’re soooo mature, Buckley,” “Oh, I’m sure that that’s not what’s gonna happen soon after you get home–” the two bickered, all statements made overlapping the other’s. 

“Jesus fuck, are you arguing over me?” You said mockingly with a grin, approaching Steve and Robin, Dustin not far behind with your bag. Steve’s head immediately jerked around to face you, frozen in place. He was starstruck, for sure, admiring you in your pretty outfit that  would compliment your figure, hands behind your back as your zip-up loosely draped your shoulders. “Damn, are you not excited to see me, Harrington?”

That phrase immediately awoke something in your boyfriend, which you noticed as he engulfed you in a hug, picking you up and spinning you around, a giggle tumbling from your mouth as he put you down, arms still embracing you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. “Well, hello there, Fara Fawcett.” You greeted officially as you wrapped your arms around Steve’s shoulders and held him close, your left hand making its way up to his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Hi, baby.” He mumbled into your shoulder, leaning into your touch, pulling away from the hug just a little bit to see your face. One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other remained on your waist, a dopey, lovesick smile taking over Steve’s face as he scanned over your features. Without a warning, Steve dove down to kiss you passionately. With the fervor that he was kissing you with, you could tell he’s been craving this for a while. You kissed him back with the same amount of passion, Steve’s hand sliding down from your cheek to cup the back of your neck. You deepened the kiss further by tilting your head to the side as you brought a hand up to his face to cup his cheek, the other remaining in his hair.

“Hey, could you maybe… I don’t know– NOT make out in the damn airport!?” Dustin sort of screeched, still not managing to pull the two of you apart. You only pulled back when Steve bit your lip, causing a small moan of pain mixed with pleasure to escape your lips. “Sorry” Steve smirked a little. “I missed you.” Steve rested his forehead on yours as he flashed you a breathless smile. “I missed you, too, Stevie.” you laughed lightly.

“Hey, dingus, quit hogging my best friend, will ya? I missed her, too.” Robin spoke, forcing the two of you apart which caused Steve to frown. 

“Hiya, Buckley.” You smiled as you extended your arms, held them open for Robin to be welcome into your loving embrace. 

“Hello, Henderson,” She smiled back, almost falling into you as she wrapped her arms around your torso, squeezing you tightly. “Thank God you’re back. I couldn’t deal with Steve’s endless rants about how much he missed you every five minutes.” Robin jokes, bringing a smile to your face as a light chuckle escapes your lips.

“Hey!” Steve yelled in a somewhat hurt tone, pulling you away from Robin the slightest bit. “No, don’t pull away, you’re warm.” Robin mumbled, arms still wrapped around your figure.

“Now you’re hogging my girlfriend, Robin.” Steve mentioned, being annoyed.

“Screw you, I knew her first.” Robin snapped back languidly, anger still somewhat heard in the tone she chose to speak with.

“Uh, no, I did, so quit hogging my sister!” Dustin yelled, causing both Robin and Steve to shoot dirty looks at him.

“Hey, can– okay, can we not argue over me? I’m right here! And quite frankly, I don’t do good with conflict, especially when it involves me.” You finally spoke, pulling away from Robin completely to stand in the middle of where the three stood.

“Sorry, (Y/n).” they all muttered in unison, making their way to the car. Well, Dustin and Robin, at least. Steve waited for them to get closer to the car just so he could scoop you up into his loving embrace and carry you to the car, erupting all sorts of giggles and laughs from your throat, which Dustin rolled his eyes at as he placed your luggage in the trunk. 

Robin made her way into the backseat of the car, Dustin doing the same but entering the opposite side. Meanwhile, Steve opened the passenger’s door for you to sit inside. “Merci, mon amour.” You thanked your boyfriend as you fastened your seatbelt, leaving him slightly confused as he shut your door and got in the driver’s seat, shutting his door and fastening his seat belt. 

“What language is that?” questioned a confused Steve Harrington. 

“It’s french, you dingus.” Robin leaned over Steve’s seat to tell him. “You've been learning french?” Steve asked you as he started the car. “Just a little that I picked up from one of my classmates. Oh, and not to mention you and I had a French class together sophomore year?” You spoke sarcastically.

“Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry, babe.” He leaned over the console of the car to plant a sweet kiss on your temple.

“It’s okay, I still love you.” you responded, Robin and Dustin muttering a “told ya,” at the statement, which caused you to chuckle lightly. 

“Shut up,” Steve replied to the two with a grin, his hand beginning to grip your thigh, tracing soft patterns along the inner side of it. You blushed lightly and looked out of your window to face away from Steve. Steve caught this and immediately tried to grab your attention. “Hey,” Steve spoke, barely above a whisper. “I missed you a lot, sweetheart. I love you.” 

You smiled at the brunette’s statement and turned to face him. “I love you even more, Stevie.” “Not possible” He chuckled, looking down at his fingers that were now tracing imaginary floral patterns on your inner thigh, going up closer to your heat. You bit your lip to hold back a whimper, shooting Steve a glare that reminded him that Robin and Dustin were in the car as well. He immediately brought his hand back down to your thigh. “I’m not letting you out of my sight all summer, baby,” Steve grinned.

“So you plan to hog my best friend all summer? Is that it?” Robin said, slightly annoyed. 

“Yeah, no way, we wanna spend time with my sister, too!” cried Dustin. This sparked a whole argument between the three, one that you did not fail to roll your eyes at. “HEY! What’d I say about the arguing?” You yelled, the three almost immediately having apologetic looks on their faces. “Dustin, I’ll spend time with you, same with Robin.”

“What about me?” Steve pouted, which caused you to cup his jaw and press a gentle kiss on the shell of his ear. “You’ll get your special time with me later, sweet boy.” You whispered directly in Steve’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

I guess that means Robin was right once again.

Let’s pray for those poor articles of clothing then, shall we? the poor things are going to get tossed like rag dolls.

[orangeinecstasy]

pool party ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ eli hewson

paring: eli x fem!oc

summary: eli reconnects with an old friend.

wc: 2k

*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

Heat wafted in through my room's open window. It was the middle of summer, and the heat hadn't dissipated for the past few days. I was finally back home from university, but all I could do was lay in bed and feel like I would melt. A fan blew in my direction, causing the edges of the pages of the book I read to flutter gently. As I scanned the page, there was a soft knock at my door. 

"Yeah?" I bent the corner of the reading page, then shut the book. That's when Ryan, my brother, cracked the door open, slipping his head through the slit. "Hey Liz, Eli is throwing a little party later. Tonight want to come?" 

Thinking momentarily, I nod, "Yeah, that could be fun." 

"Okay, cool, I'll let him know. Just wear a bathing suit or something because we'll be using the pool." 

"Will do."

Ryan left with a nod, shutting the door behind him. I pulled a pillow behind my body, pressing my face into it and screaming.

I had been in love with Eli for what had felt like my whole life. Even if I tried to date someone, my heart always ended up going back to him. However, when I got into university, it was finally my chance to get away from him. It's not that he was this crazy horrible person. He was one of the sweetest, more caring people that I knew. But I just needed to find myself a little more. Last summer, I went to Italy and worked with a fantastic group of archeologists looking for early Roman artifacts. It was the best couple of months of my life, but because of that, I couldn't come home for a year. This meant a year away from Eli, and if I was honest with myself, I didn't know how my heart would react when I saw him tonight. 

Even though the party wasn't until later, I decided it would be a good idea if I picked out what I would wear now. Getting up, I tossed the pillow I was holding back onto the bed, then walked over to my dresser and rummaged through my bathing suits. I finally decided on a light green bikini with baby pink flower stitching across the bottoms and neckline hem. I wore one of Ryan's old band T-shirts and shorts as a cover-up. I put my long curls into a braid, deciding not to put on makeup out of pure laziness. 

A few hours later, I heard Ryan yell my name from downstairs. "Liz, if you don't get down here in the next five minutes, I'm leaving without you." I pulled my other shoe out from under my bed, slipped it on, and tied it. "Jesus, I'm coming. Just give me a sec!" I respond, grabbing my phone. I shove it in my back pocket before scanning the room to make sure I'm not forgetting anything, then running downstairs. "Is that my shirt?" Ryan said as he grabbed the car keys, his eyebrow cocking, "Oh my god, Ryan, let's fucking go!" I shove his shoulder gently, pushing him towards the door. 

Entering the backyard, I could feel the music from the speakers pulsing through the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I realized how many people there were. "I thought you said this would be a small party?" I yelled over the music at Ryan, who, as I spoke, was bending down to hear me more clearly. "That's what I was told," he shrugged, patting me on the shoulder. "I'm going to go find the guys," he said, disappearing into the swarm of people. 

"Fuck, I need a drink," I mumbled, then pushed through the crowd. As I moved through the crowd, a pair of deep brown eyes locked with mine, quickly growing wide with confusion and amazement. Eli's lips moved, but I couldn't understand what he said. My throat got dry, and I quickly looked away, pretending I didn't notice it was him. I pushed deeper into the crowd until I reached where the drinks were, rummaging through one of the coolers until I found a hard seltzer flavor I liked. Cracking it open, I took a few swigs from it before I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

My heart got tight as I turned around. Thankfully I was met with the smiling face of Anais Gallagher. "Liz! I thought that was you. It's so good to see you!" She hugged me, her cold beer can pressing against my back. "Why don't we move somewhere less crowded to talk?" Nodding, I followed her onto the patio, where only a few people were dotted around, a hot tub bubbling in one corner.

"How's Uni been treating you?" She leaned against the patio railing, taking a sip of her beer. "It's been amazing. I went to Italy last summer and love what I'm majoring in. But, honestly, it's just nice to get away from everything once in a while." I smiled a slight breeze that had picked up, tussling my curls. "That's really great to hear," Anais' smile got wider as she sat her beer can down on the railing, slipping her shirt off to reveal a pink and red patterned bikini. "Let's get in the hot tub while there's no one in it," She said, stepping into the warm bubbling water. I nod in agreement, slipping off my clothes and tossing them to the side before joining her. 

"Eli hasn't been able to shut up about you since Ryan said you were coming back home." Anais laughed, a hand pushing through her thick blond hair. "Ahh, really?" I glanced down at the top of my seltzer can before looking back at her, trying not to seem out of sorts at the mention of his name. "Ahh, sorry, love, did I hit a hard spot?" Her head tilted slightly, hadn't reached out, and gently touched my arm for comfort. "Hmm? No, don't worry about it." I smile, trying to convince myself what I said was true. 

Anais and I chatted for a while, the two of us catching up and laughing over old shared memories. Though it was nice, some of me just needed to get away for a bit. "Hey, I'm going to go for a smoke. I'll be right back," I said, setting down my empty can. "Do what you got to do!" She smiled, lifting her fresh can of beer to me as I exited the hot tub. 

I dried myself off with my t-shirt as best as possible before entering the house again. The crowd had grown in size, which made shoving through it even more difficult. I quickly climbed the stairs and entered the first room I could manage to get to. I shut the door behind me, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Once my eyes opened again, I realized that I had managed to end up in Eli's room. 

Though the room was dim, the only light coming from the party outside was just the same as I had last seen it. Clean, with posters, hung on the walls, guitars hung on the wall or resting on a stand, with boxes of records set next to an old record player. Bookshelves stuffed to the brim with literature, photos, and knickknacks. As I walked around the room, my feet pressed against the cold wooden floor, a picture on his dresser caught my eye. I picked it up and realized it was a picture of Eli and me together. It was during a trip that we had gone on together one summer. We stood there, the beach behind us, his arm wrapped around my waist as he looked down at me with a big smile. My hair was in a braid, and I had an equally as large smile on my face. The sundress I was wearing was paused in motion, presumably being swept up in the wind. 

I smiled, setting the picture back down, that's when the room filled with the light from the hallway, and I heard an all too familiar voice. "What are you doing in here?" Eli's silky voice cut into the silence of the room. I turned, my lower back pressed up against the dresser. "Sorry, I," I clear my throat, trying not to stumble through my words. "I just need to get away for a second." My arms wrapped around my bare midriff as I found the courage to look at him.

He was so beautiful. Plump lips, stubble, and those eyes always twinkled no matter how low the light was.

"Liz," he shut the door, then flicked on the lamp closest to him. "I didn't know it was you," his hand rubbed his nape as he made it over to the side of the room that I was on. "You look gorgeous," he smiled, his eyes filled with a slight sadness. "Thanks," I smiled weakly, trying to make this interaction as quick as possible. 

He had reached out but quickly dropped his hand to his side. "I missed you so much. It feels like it's been forever since I've last seen you," I nod, looking down as my eyes tear up. Soon enough, tears started to stream down my face. My hand quickly reached up, pushing them away, but it was useless. "Hey, hey, hey, you're okay," Eli's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to his bare chest, a hand gently stroking my hair. "Look at me Liz," his voice was a gentle whisper. My crying had somewhat subsided, only a few loose tears slipping down my cheeks which Eli wiped away as I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm a mess. I didn't want it to be like this," I laugh, using the back of my hand to wipe under my eyes. "Like what?" his eyebrow cocks in confusion. "Like this! Me sobbing in your arms and you being you're perfect fucking self and making me fall in love with you all over again" The tension between us grows thick as I realize what I had just said. 

"Eli I-" my word are interrupted as Eli presses his lips to mine. I couldn't help but kiss back, my body melting into his effortlessly. "Liz, I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember," Eli's words were slightly muffled as he pulled away to speak, breath slightly heavy. I laugh, my hands cupping his face. "We're so fucking stupid," I roll my eyes playfully, pulling him back into the kiss. The two of us fall back onto the bed, Eli's scent consuming me as the kiss continues to deepen. 

My breath was heavy as Eli's lips moved down to my jaw, then my neck, leaving a trail of marks along my freckled skin. My hands were tangled in his curls, my body arching against him. He paused, dark eyes looking up at me. "Can I?" his eye's flashed down to my bathing suit top, then back at me. I nod, and he leans up, kissing me again as his hands slip behind my back to undo my top. 

"Eli, lad, what the fuck are you doing?" A slightly drunk Robert says he opens the door, the two of us quickly splitting apart and rushing to opposite sides of the bed. "Shit, my bad, carry on," Rob lifts his beer, laughing as he realizes what he had walked in on before closing the door. The two of us look at each other, our faces flushed with embarrassment before bursting into laughter.

Once the laughing subsided, Eli took my hand, thumb rubbing over my knuckles. "Elizabeth, I really love you," his eyes moved from our hand to look at me. "And I never want to be away from you for this long," his grip on my hand got tighter. "I don't either," I smile gently as I lean over, kissing him. "Let's just be together already." His smile grows wider as I speak. "You read my mind," he says as he pulls me onto his lap, leaning up to kiss me once more as the two of us fall back into the sheets.

a/n: this one honestly isn't my favorite. i love eli but i felt kind of off writing this. i hope you guys still enjoyed it!!

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Four

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Waking up dizzy in an unfamiliar room wasn't something you expected. Yet, there was a strange sense of déjà vu lingering in the air, as if you've been in this room before. Something felt oddly familiar, whether it was the irresistibly soft bed tempting you to make it your permanent residence or the piercing gaze of a Salvatore with captivating blue eyes watching your every move.

"What am I doing in your room, Damon?" You inquire, curiosity evident as you struggle to recall how you ended up here.

"Recharging, considering you probably haven't had a good blood meal in a long while. If you're going to expend energy remembering things erased from your memory, Y/N, you need to be strong." Damon remarks, seemingly aware of what's happening to you before you even mention anything.

"You don't need to lecture me; it's not my fault I'm a vampire in denial. I've spent my whole life trying to kill creatures like me." You assert.

"I don't recall you trying to kill me when we were together, but if you say so. Need help changing or taking a shower?" Damon offers with a mischievous grin, prompting you to throw a pillow at him.

"I want help with answers, Damon. I want to know what's been wiped from my memory, who did it, and why I've been having these flashbacks since I got here." You express, a determined look in your eyes.

"I'd rather help you with the shower..." Damon says, and you sense he's trying to change the subject. What the hell could he be hiding?

"Do you want to change the subject so desperately that you're willing to betray your girlfriend?" You say, tossing in a half-truth. Though you can't quite remember, you have a hunch that reasonable Elena is dating one of the Salvatores.

"Who told you about Elena?" He seems somewhat uneasy about the topic. You stand up, facing Damon, who is seated in the chair.

"No one in particular, but a human mentioned that she has a positive influence on you. Seems like I made a good guess." You say, feeling clever for piecing that together. Damon stands up, looking at you as if he thought you'd take longer to question him.

"Currently, Elena is my ex-girlfriend. Satisfied?" Damon says as he approaches you. You quickly take a step back for each step he takes forward.

"Not at all. I'm sorry for your troubles, but I need a lot more than that to be satisfied. Don't want to help me remember because you killed me? No problem. I'll kill you as soon as I can, nothing personal." You say, staring him down. He smiles so genuinely, it's as if you just told a joke.

"I didn't kill you. I'm not even sure I could. I did turn you, that's true. But you're right, I won't tell you what you want or need to know. You'll remember on your own when you're ready." Damon admits. You see him with such a soft face as he says this that it irritates you. You want to understand who you are completely and the only idiot who can help you seems to have fun watching you not understand anything.

"I'll kill you." You almost scream this before throwing Damon into the nearest wall. You hold him by the neck tightly, but he seems to find it amusing.

"You want to kill me? Great, do it right." He says taking my hand and placing it under her chest. Right above the heart.

"Do you think I don't have the courage?" You say, still pressing him tightly. You know you could rip out Damon's heart or break his neck. But I couldn't imagine a world without him. Something inside you screams that you wouldn't survive without him. What a shitty emotional memory.

"I know you love me, you just don't remember it but your body like that your mind, still remember me." You let him go, trying to demonstrate in some way your rejection of what he had just said.

"You can't rely on my memories. I won't hurt you only because, somehow, you might be useful. But as far as I'm concerned, you'll never have that love you remember back, if it's up to me." You assert. He watches you, wearing a sly smile – the kind that says, "Just you wait."

Confused, you look at him. You're not sure how to react to Damon's charm and confidence – it throws you off balance. He seems to sense your insecurity, so he approaches slowly. As if to forewarn you of what's to come, he gently cradles your face in his hands. It feels strange, and you might even find yourself furrowing your brow in response. His lips slowly question you, “Do you want me to stop?”

You wonder if you want him to stop, after all, a lot happens with you. But you shake your head, denying that you want him to stop. Damon's lips are soft. The kiss however is not soft at all. It's as if he's thirsty for you, for your lips and for your closeness. You can feel a little love in this kiss, not from your part of course but from his. The heat inside you can't be love, you refuse to think that you miss Damon. Yet you find yourself holding Damon's head tighter against you. He suddenly picks you up and you feel like you're doing something so good but so wrong. I mean, not long ago you were having sex with his brother. Now it's here, being held by him. He has his hands firmly on your ass. But at some point he sits on the couch and puts you on his lap. You then slowly break the kiss, kissing his lips slowly and down to his neck. Then you go up and give a little peck lingering on Damon's lips. Slowing down the pace is necessary, if not you'll be in Damon's bed with no clothes on in a few minutes.

"Damon, we need to slow down this thing between us. If we keep going... we might regret it." You say between brief kisses, trying to ease the tension between you and Damon.

"You're still the same, always thinking about the future. But I think it's fair to think that you might regret that..." He speaks as if deep down he is hurt.

"I'm not just talking about me, you yourself may regret that I'm not the person you love." You say thinking that his heart has an owner and it's not you.

"Are you going to keep bringing Elena into our every moment?" Damon questions a little impatiently. When you are about to say something, you hear a noise. You and Damon look at each other and you can smell the sweet scent of a feminine perfume coming from you. down there. And something tells me I'm about to meet the famous Elena.

[baurbiediv]

ex for a reason

pairing: toxic!ex!jack x fem!reader

authors note: smart mouth reader + this might possibly be the longest fic i’ve ever written on this blog

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that bitch in the ditch for a reason though

she was singin' on his dick with them easy notes (yeah)

you his ex for a reason, so

ain't no mo'fuckin' reason to be reasonable (damn right)

you the type I'll slap out (slap out)

and you mad 'cause a bitch got a bag and my back out

keep playin', i'ma snap out (snap out)

call his mo'fuckin' phone ever again, i'ma black out (black out)

jack was notorious for staying in the media.

why?

you were dating him and you’d practically had his fans making a big commotion when they began to learn more about who you were and when you started seeing jack.

the first six months of your relationship had been amazing, but just when you hit your 8 month mark, this is where jack began to fuck up completely.

he was a hard working guy which was undeniably a fact that most people had known about him anyway.

there were times when he’d spend an entire day in the studio but you didn’t blame him for that, his career was charting to limits he would’ve never expected.

the “first fuck up” was the night of your 9 month anniversary, he’d promised that he would take you somewhere fancy but ended up never happening.

sitting on the couch, you waited hours on end waiting for that ‘i’m here’ text from him, you were so excited to go out and celebrate an important night with your significant other, jack took very good care of you like any boyfriend would do for his girlfriend but it felt like you were taking care of a child.

the “second fuck up” was him promising to stay in and spend the night on the couch watching movies, but obviously that wasn’t important, but clubbing was.

you were fuming, and rightfully so. this was the second time he’d blown you off and you were definitely over it, so you said fuck it and broke up with him.

quite honestly, you didn’t feel bad for the decision you made because it needed to be done.

you didn’t want to date someone who was no longer putting in effort anymore, you didn’t like one sided relationships and you had made that clear.

unbeknownst the next morning you were woken up by your doorbell constantly ringing.

you groaned and dragged your heavy limbs out the bed and trudged down the steps and to the front door.

unlocking the door, you open it to see jack with a big dumb goofy smile on his face, “bro get the fuck on somewhere with this goofy ass shit.” you huffed before slamming the door in his face and locking it again before walking away and back up the stairs.

flopping back down in the comfort of your own bed you tried to go back to sleep, but not for long when you heard your doorbell ring again, you rolled over and screamed into your pillow before getting back out of the bed. you stomped your feet as you opened the door roughly, no words could even fathom how mad you were at jack showing up at your house.

“what the hell do though think you’re doing?”

“standing at your front door. duh.”

“jack i broke it off with you months ago. why won’t you leave me alone?”

“your point is?”

“boy, you better get the hell off my porch before i make your other eye start to lean.”

“ight.” was the only thing that he said before he pushed his way past you and into your house.

you closed your eyes and prayed in your head momentarily because only god knew how bad you were about to fuck him up.

closing the door, you turned around to find wherever he wandered off to. you weren’t surprised to see him in your living room with his feet propped up on the ottoman and the rest of his body laying on the couch.

you started looking around as if you were seeing ghosts in your house, you cleared your throat to get his attention because you didn’t even want to muster another word to him.

he looked back at you, “i see your throats dry, i van help you with that -“ he said as you groaned, refraining from wanting to scream at him.

“stop being so childish! i’ll ask you one more time, why are you even here?” by now you were growing more and more timid, with the way he was acting you were about to burst at the seams and it was only going to be an amount of time before it happened.

“what’s wrong with me seeing ‘my girlfriend’?” he questioned, with the biggest smirk on his face known to man and you just simply shook your head yet again.

“by the time i wake up, you better be gone. i mean that jack.”

“what if i’m not?”

“then i’m getting a restraining order put on your ass.”

“ight ma.”

“don’t call me that.” you mumbled as you walked away.

but your heart skipped a beat whenever he called you that, a small part of you was still in love with jack but hell would freeze over before you ever admitted that to him again.

carrying your tired body up the stairs, you managed to lay your heavy limbs back into your bed just as you had respectfully wanted to.

hours passed and much to your knowledge, jack was gone again.

your heart had partially stung because a small part of you had wanted to jack to stay just to keep you company.

although sometimes you could barely stand just being in his presence. sighing to yourself, reality hit and now you were all alone again.

the next few days

your best friend had called you the previous night and she could tell how this was taking an affect on you, so she promised that the two of you would have a day to yourselves.

“i just don’t see how you’re not over him y/n, you broke up with him almost 5 months ago!” y/b/n said, practically screaming at you. you sighed and shook your head.

“i know it’s just that part of me wishes we still were together.”

“y/n you’re just pitiful you know that?”

“girl shut the fuck up before i make us swerve into the highway.”

“yes ma’am.”

before you knew it your best friend were in the downtown shopping center splurging on whatever you and her desired.

jack continued to send you money for whatever reason but you weren’t complaining. your ‘ex boyfriend’ still provided whatever you desired, you couldn’t tell if he was doing this just to do it or he genuinely still loved you.

after the shopping adventure you two headed back to your house to get ready for a night out on the town. you were glad to be spending quality time with the girl you practically called your sister.

you both made the executive decision to go out clubbing which was something that you could never turn down. heading out of the house, you finally felt like yourself again and that was truthfully what you needed.

of course you missed jack but you needed time for yourself and what you wanted and you were getting it.

the entire car ride was just you and y/b/n going back and forth over pointless topics that weren’t even relevant, which was quality time that you loved spending with her.

finally arriving to the club you walked in with drinks almost immediately being served to you which you gladly accepted.

throughout the night you gradually became more tipsy and you stumbled throughout the club having the most cliché time of your life, you and y/b/n sneaked your way into multiple sections and you bounced from one to the other.

you made your way to the last section, not knowing jack was actually there. you squeezed your way through the warm bodies and found jack.

sitting on his phone, manspreading and looking the best he’s ever looked in a while. some girl was sitting next to him, attempting to touch up on his arm but it was evident that he was paying her 0 attention. you flattened out your outfit to make yourself look presentable as you did your best to walk over to him and not topple over into his lap.

you walked over to him and simply sat in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck which immediately caused him to put his phone down and wrap his arms around your waist.

you heard the girl gasp loudly as she got up and ran away crying, “hi jack.” you slurred as you gave him a crooked smile. “hey y/n.” he said with the biggest smile on his face that you ever seen. without thinking you quickly pressed your lips on his and you practically melted into his arms.

urban leaned over to sunni as he whispered,

“i’ll take my $100 in cash.”

y/b/n looked over at urban while she sat on sunni’s lap, “y’all didn’t include me in the bet? wow!” she said as she laughed.

jack pulled away from you as he smiled, “you wanna go?” you nodded as quickly as your body could allow you to as jack made a quick nod to everyone else that they should all head out and go.

jack guided you out of the club and back into y/b/n’s car as sunni drove you all back to your house. once you all got there you could barely stand up to carry yourself to the door without tripping over your own foot.

you pulled out the key from your bag and handed the key to y/b/n who was a little more sober than you, she opened the door as everyone followed in quickly.

jack gently took your arm and walked you upstairs so he could clean you up and at least try to sober you up just a little. you laid down on the bed as you shoved your face into a pillow, “no no y/n you gotta sit up.” jack said as he quickly walked over to you and sat you up against your bed’s backboard.

“’m not thaaaat drunk jack.” you softly mumbled, jack made his way into your closet to find you something to wear and was surprised to see that you kept a few of his sweatshirts and hoodies of his.

he shook himself out of his thoughts as he grabbed you his oversized sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back to sit next to you, “cmon y/n.” jack softly spoke to you, you obliged as you stripped yourself of your club clothes as jack helped you put your pjs on.

“i’ll be back, just lay down and don’t go anywhere.” jack scolded as he left the room to go into your bathroom. you laid down comfortably on your bed as you closed your eyes waiting for jack to come back.

after what felt like moments he came back with cotton pads and micellar water to remove your makeup, he used to watched you do this so many times that the steps are practically engraved into his brain.

he took off your lashes and then began taking your makeup. by this time you’d actually had fallen asleep which made jack wonder why you were so quiet.

he smiled and kissed your forehead and laid next to you just to make sure you were okay throughout the night. maybe staring a relationship with jack again didn’t sound so bad.

[darkleysgarden]

Chains

Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Happy with a sad ending.

Satan & Asmodeus.

Satan-Centric (Satan Suffers Series).

Inspired by the scene in Nightbringer where Satan gets out of his chains because Asmo made them too loose. (Poor Satan getting chained up. Sjahjagsjsg).

He acted up again. He didn't know why, he never knew why.

He was constantly angry, every day all day since the day of his birth one year ago.

Satan felt sick, he felt angry, he felt sad.

Everyone treated him like a pet, then turned around and called him their brother. It didn't make sense. It was unfair. He did not deserve this.

Those things were only a few of the many reasons his anger piled up. It was warm, firey, awful. It grew in the pit of his stomach, turning his face red. He hated himself, he hated this.

Yet, he could do nothing.

He got angry again, Asmodeus (Asmo, as the others called him. Though Satan did not deserve to use that title. He was not friends or brothers with the newfound demon) was the one appointed to chain him up this time.

The thin pretty boy grabbed Satan's arm reluctantly, dragging him to the book-filled room as Satan pouted.

Asmodeus looked down at him, grimacing, loosening his grip. "I don't like this any more than you do. But Lucifer ordered it."

"That stupid ex-angel should not determine my fate," Satan spit back, his fury building.

Asmodeus did not reply to that.

When they stepped into Satan's room, Asmodeus sighed and dropped the child's arm.

Asmodeus made a gesture towards the bed, pointing his well-manicured, long-nailed finger at Satan's bed.

One could hardly call it a bed. Sure, it was a bed. It had the frame, the mattress, the blankets, pillows, everything. But it didn't feel like a bed. Chains covered the bed, weighing down on the mattress. The chains hooked tightly to the bed posts, ones that were ripped up and bent inwards due to the excessive pulling Satan would do every time he got chained up for long periods of time. During those times he would sob and scream, anger and fury flooding his mind. Nobody ever responded to his calls.

He sat roughly on the bed, huffing as he sat, crossing his arms with a heavy glare.

Asmodeus sighed, looking sad.

"I feel bad that we have to do this. You're still a child, you're still my brother."

"Brother?" His anger burned whenever any of them dared to pretend as if they cared about him as a family or as a friend. "I am not your fucking brother! Do not pretend like we are some happy family! You are literally about to chain me to a bed! This is not how 'families' behave."

"I don't want to do it!" Asmodeus shouted, a pained look on his face, "It's way harder to be part of a family than you think! You can't always be perfect! You can't always do what everyone wants! You can't make everybody magically happy again! You can't do anything about your whole family being cast away or dead! It is not easy, Satan! Plus, what would you know about families anyway? You're a kid!"

Satan gasped, sadness showing on his face before anger took over. He glared, making a sound that almost sounded like a growl.

Asmodeus gasped, seemingly realizing that he made a mistake. "Listen, Satan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. That was a real dick move on my part. You are still a kid. But, everything else I said wasn't right to say. I apolog-"

"I read about them."

Silence erupted through the room.

Asmodeus looked around cautiously. And quietly he asked, "What?"

"I like to read." Satan didn't feel angry at the moment. "I read stories about families, about brothers, ones who care for and look after one another."

Asmodeus began to tear up. The new Avatar of Lust reached his arms out, hugging the wrathful demon. Satan quickly began to thrash, trying to escape from Asmodeus's arms. "What are you doing!?"

"I'm hugging you."

"Why!?"

"You needed a hug. That's all."

Satan stopped thrashing, he forced his anger down. Then, he relaxed into the hug. Was this his first hug? He did not know.

"I feel wrong chaining a child up. Not just any child either, my very own brother. It's awful. Why are we doing this? You don't deserve this."

"But- but what if I act out again? They always say th-"

"It doesn't matter what they say. You don't deserve that."

Asmodeus was saying the things he had been telling himself for the longest time. So why was he denying the things he was saying? It felt wrong. Asmodeus was confirming his feelings. But Satan was wrong. Satan has always been the one in the wrong. No matter what he thought, the ex-angels always told him that he was wrong and that they were right. That's how it always has been. Satan couldn't be right. He has never been right.

"Don't doubt yourself," Asmodeus spoke, holding tighter onto Satan.

"I can't chain you up, that's wrong. This is wrong. You're a child. You're my brother."

Normally Satan would yell when any of the six would refer to him as his brother or friend, he would yell and scream. But right now he couldn't. He was shocked. Asmodeus was being so nice to him. It was weird.

"You'll get in trouble," Satan whispered.

Asmodeus seemed shocked. Was this the first time Satan showed care for another person?

"How about this," Asmodeus started, hatching a plan in his head. "I'll loosely chain you up. That way you can get up and walk around, read, stretch, whatever without those heavy chains weighing you down. They cannot be good for your skin. They'll leave your skin all rough and red.... Anyway, that way if anyone asks, I did chain you. But, you are smart. So, you got out."

Satan smiled softly. How often was it that he truly smiled? Usually only when a book is present, in moments where his mind is lost in a different world where he is somebody else. A world where he is a hero, a friend, a brother. He'll find stories he relates to, read them as much as he can until he physically can't like the book anymore. Then, he finds a new one, and restarts the process.

"Do you have a favorite?" Asmodeus asked, trying to be kind.

"It changes by day," Satan tried not to be angry, he tried to be peaceful. He had seen others conversations, maybe if he could be more like them, they would like him more. If only his temper wasn't so out of control.

"So, what is the lucky book of the day," Asmodeus began to do up the chains as he spoke. Normally they were way tighter, Asmodeus wasn't kidding when he said he'd make them loose. Normally Lucifer did it, or had Beelzebub do it. They were strong. Beelzebub always seemed like he felt bad to be doing it. Lucifer seemed unbothered.

"Maybe Little Women. It might be more for girls, but I like it a lot."

"It doesn't matter who it was written for. It only matters if it resonates with you."

Satan smiled. Once they chains were 'done up', Asmodeus went to leave.

"Thank you....Asmo."

Asmo tried to hide how happy he was at the nickname, "Love you a bunch, 'Tan."

Satan blushed. He wasn't used to anything like this.

Asmodeus left. Satan was alone.

The chains were loose enough for him to easily take them off immediately. When he did, he decided to read his latest favorite book again. He wasn't bored of it yet.

Eventually, he got too mad to contain his anger again, he really hated that.

They were too happy in the book. Satan was never that happy. Not even with Asmo that day.

He left his room, anger throwing him into a fit of rage.

He didn't try to be like this. He didn't.

But, Lucifer never cared about that. Lucifer was still upset.

Asmo played innocent, acting like it was a simple mistake.

Asmo was never allowed to chain him up again.

The chains were extra tight the next time.

And when they began to hurt, he cried.

[countrymusiclover]

21 - Raising Aurora Cooper

Gif belongs to @platypus-quacks-too

Part 22

Texas Romance

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @bvbwestfall

Holding my fingers in my ears our daughter has been crying for hours almost through the whole evening. I had already changed her an hour ago and she had taken a nap. Laying in the bed the doctor said I was on bedrest longer since I had the baby earlier than the due date. Foosteps approached the garage door when Sheldon knocks three times opening the door quickly. By the look on his face he covers his ears with his hands seeing the baby laying beside me on the pillows. "Could you please get her to stop crying. It's unbearable!" Throwing my head back on the pillows I grunted wanting to sleep for a few hours. "Sheldon believe me I'm trying!" Foosteps approached behind him where he moves out of the way for Georgie to come sit at the edge of the bed picking up his daughter in his arms. "Come with me. I've got an idea, darlin'."

Sitting up in the bed I groaned raising my brows at him with a nervous look. "Georgie, the doctors said I'm on bedrest." He tilts his head to the side handing Aurora over to his brother who made a weird face. Georgie offers me his hands with a small smile replying. "Lisen, we're not gonna do anything crazy. Just gonna get our daughter to stop crying like a terror." Before I can say anything he picked me up carrying me over my shoulder making me squeal uncomfortably. "Georgie. Put me down!" He walked outside carrying me to his truck in the driveway, sitting me in the passenger's seat. The front door opened where I see Missy now carrying her little niece still wearing her clothes from baseball practice this morning. "Sheldon was holding her like a bomb. She won't explode." She hands her to me then climbing in the backseat ready to go somewhere. Finally Georgie got in the driver's seat starting the truck.

"So how exactly is this - urgh supposed to get her to stop crying!" I have to basically shout over my daughter because she's screaming like a banshee. Georgie turns a corner starting the drive to who knows where. "Because I'm taking you to get ice cream. Every kids doesn't cry when they get to it." He shrugged his shoulders with a cheeky grin. Bouncing our daughter on my leg lightly I object to his solution of giving her sugar, even though I want some sleep so bad. "I don't think giving her sugar is gonna get her to stop crying. Remember the night we kissed Missy was on overdrive from the candy." Georgie lightly brushed at the mentioning because it seems so long ago. That this one night became like a distant memory, almost like a dream to us now. None the less we parked at Dairy Queen where Missy rushed to my side wanting to carry her niece, she makes silly faces that actually made her giggle instead.

Finishing a table Missy and I sat down until Georgie came back with ice cream cones for each of us. Georgie ends up sitting Aurora on his lap letting her lick some ice cream off his thumb until I started to see her eyes closing meaning she was getting tired for the night. Biting off some ice cream I nearly spit it out from how happy this makes me to finally get some peace. "Georgie, look - it's working." He holds a finger to his lips shooshing me with a grin. Missy and I shared the same look in relief of the quiet. But all three of us knew why she was crying a fit lately. Unfortunately their parents are still getting into arguments occasionally that would go through the whole house. Even in the garage we could hear them from the kitchen and it makes me sad, I know they love each other as much as Georgie and I do.

Pulling up into the driveway Georgie put the car in park not hearing fighting when we left in the day. Unbucking my seatbelt I look behind me seeing Missy holding the baby in her lap where they're both peacefully sleeping. Georgie rests his elbow on the seat flashing me a genuine smile whispering. "She might have almost blown my ears out. But ya gotta admit she's adorable when she's sleepin'." Intertwining my hand with his freehand I whispered back hating to wake Missy up so she could sleep in her bed. "I still can't believe we made that Mr. Texan." Georgie carried his daughter in his arms as I changed into one of his tea shirts getting her settled for bed in the crib Sheldon had designed through science facts for us. Climbing underneath the covers the garage door opens where Georgie stepped in carrying a TV dinner tray with two plates of food for us both sitting it in front of me. "Oh baby, you didn't hear to cook for me. Wow this smells delicious." Lifting my nose up the sweet smell of his Meemaw's brisket filled my senses.

"My Meemaw brought this over since Sheldon told her my parents were fighting. It's not that impressive I just warned it up in the oven." He replied shoving some bites in his mouth. Picking some up with my fork I grin eating it slowly. I haven't had this since Aurora was born and I must say I missed the flavors. We finished eating where he put the tray on the floor flipping on his side to face me. Laying on my side I face him where he draped his arm over my waist, tugging me to lay my face in the crook of his neck. "Georgie, I've been thinking about something we missed out on today?" I lift my head up tilting my head to the side where he raised his brows. "What's that Y/n?" Pressing my lips onto his he smirked against the kiss. Resting a hand to the side of my face while I twist my fingers into his hair tugging it lightly. "Goodnight Mrs. Y/n Cooper." He mumbled closing his eyes when I mumbled back snuggling close to his warmth. "Night Mr. Georgie Cooper."

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[mirobami]

━ ONSTAGE | IDOL!READER

❤ GENRE: fluff. 

❤ CHARACTERS: y. jabami, m. saotome, r. momobami, k. momobami, s. igarashi, r. batsubami

❤ SYNOPSIS: in which they finally meet their favorite idol face to face.

❤ NOTE: I wanted to do this for a very long time, there will definitely be other parts though :D

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Fan!Reader | Meeting Idol!Reader

━ JABAMI YUMEKO ;

More excited than you’ll ever know because after so long, she’s finally meeting you face to face

There’s no way that you didn’t recognize her, she’s cute and she’s been one of your most loyal fans, going to as many concerts as she could possibly go to

When she’s backstage waiting for you, you’re waving away your stylists, saying that you were going to talk to Yumeko

She is ecstatic at seeing you, she would chatter on and on about you but she just stands back to give you time to breathe

“Yes, I remember you at most of my concerts! You were always at the front row, weren’t you?”

Yumeko’s eyes are literally sparkling and in her excitement, she goes forward to grab your hands, chattering about how much she’s loved your concerts and how much she loves you

The girl doesn’t even realize that you need to change out of your idol clothes and into your normal clothes, she’s so excited, please be patient with her

━ MARY SAOTOME ;

Of course she’s not going to keep up her tsundere exterior, it’s you she’s meeting after all!

When you go up to her backstage to finally have a proper talk, she’s speechless but the blush across her face and the stars in her eyes says enough

“You’re the one who won the tickets! Mary Saotome, was it?”

Mary would’ve fainted if it wasn’t for the fact that she is just staring at every feature of your face as if trying to burn it into her brain

“Are you okay?”

She is more than okay, just give her some time

However, she is more than happy to listen to you talk and once she finds her words, she’s talking nonstop about her favorite albums and how you’ve been her favorite member for the longest time

You don’t even feel like going back with the group because soon you’re talking about a bunch of different things, she’s genuinely involved in what you’re saying and not just because you’re her favorite idol

At the end of the night, Mary is sad that she needs to leave but in her bag, she finds a piece of paper with your number on it. She screams into her pillow that night.

━ RIRIKA MOMOBAMI ;

She doesn’t have her mask on for this because Kirari made sure to send her without it; she had said that in order to make a lasting impression, Ririka needed to show her face to you

But she’s so adorable, she didn’t need her mask for her to make a lasting impression on you; she’s so flustered by you, it’s hard for her to get a word out

“How lovely to meet you, Ririka Momobami! Tell me, what would you like to drink?”

This is surreal to her, surely you didn’t know her name and you weren’t offering her a drink like you were old friends reunited

Soon enough, she’s completely head over heels for you, her heart thumping in her chest as you lead the conversation; your laughter makes the tips of her ears go red, she’s so enamored by you and your presence

The poor girl is too nervous to even speak in full sentences, but you slowly coax it out of her and she appreciated you for being ever so patient with her and seeming as though you truly enjoy being with her

You were so different from Yumemi that she secretly thought that if you two were ever in a competition, she’d choose you any day. 

She left that night with her face red after you winked at her and said, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you backstage more often.”

━ KIRARI MOMOBAMI ;

You better believe that Kirari will very likely flirt with you when she sees you backstage with her

Whether you’re oblivious or not, she’s not like the others in which she’s too stunned to speak, she’s the one actually making subtle moves on you

But after a while, she’s actually astounded at how knowledgeable and smooth you are; you’re not like any other idol she has met and she loves hearing your voice and what you’re talking about

Kirari is genuinely in love with you, don’t think otherwise, she has seen the real you and not the idol side and she makes a mental note to be backstage with you more often

If this is how you act, she would love to see more of you

She’s talking about her favorite albums with you and yes, she’s flattering you but it’s more specific comments

“I especially loved the lyrics here, it most definitely had your style of writing and I believe it’s my favorite part of the entire song.”

Instead of her winding up flustered by the end of the night, it’s you. She’s made a lasting impression on you and you two will see each other more often. She’s already booked first row for the very next concert that you’re going to be putting on.

━ SAYAKA IGARASHI ;

She’s so happy to even be in your presence that she doesn’t know what to do with herself

She’s definitely another one who gets super flustered to be talked to, you could say her name (you do know her name) and her face is very red

Sayaka is the type to blurt out what she’s thinking and currently, it’s just compliments about your performance and how you always put all of your energy into it

You’re smiling the whole time and Sayaka swears that if it wasn’t for her sitting, she would’ve collapsed on the ground; your smile can make her that nervous

She wants you to sign this specific thing for her and she forgets about it until the end when she’s walking away from you

Then she turns around and runs back to you, apologizing for interrupting you, and she asks you to sign her bow

You not only sign her bow, you make sure to tie it with a little slip of paper.

Sayaka goes home that night and when she notices the slip of paper, she opens it to find a tiny note inside as well as your number and the ticket code for VIP tickets in her next concert. 

She cannot stop smiling for the next day.

━ REI BATSUBAMI ;

She never thought that she’d actually get the chance to meet you so when she does, it’s like heaven has arrived on Earth

She’s the one that’s gotten the golden VIP tickets so she obviously gets to spend more time with you backstage, where she actually gets to meet who you really are

When you get offstage, you immediately find her and your face lights up. “Your name is Rei Batsubami, right?”

Rei is astounded because she didn’t think that you’d know her--how do you even know her name?

“I saw you at the other concert, you were in Row 36, Seat 5, right?”

If it wasn’t for you being in the room, Rei is positive that she would’ve fainted. You knew her? You recognized her from that far? 

You explained that unfortunately you had to do a meet and greet but you’d come back as soon as possible

Once you leave, Rei is literally sitting down with her eyes wide. Yes, this is the greatest day of her life, her heart is pounding so hard she feels dizzy.

The meet and greet is nothing, you two talking afterwards in a cafe where nobody notices you? That is everything, that is life changing. 

She makes a secret promise to go to as many concerts of yours as she can.

[undertale-writing-times]

How would Passive, Echo, Daydream, Delusion, Solar and Nightfall react to a fever sick s/o who's not entirely lucid, and they just start confessing their feelings for them because they don't realise that they're awake. Just goes on and on how wonderful they are, how happy they are to have them there, how much they love them, etc, etc.

They're laying it on thick, and in the end they'll mutter: "I wish you were real so I could properly confess. I always chicken out whenever I try to do it."

Sorry for the wait ^^' Gif is just cause I think it's funny.

Passive: As Passive listened to his friend rant and ramble about how amazing, sweet, and caring he was, he felt his cheeks flush with bright warmth. He couldn’t really believe that this was happening! He never thought that his crush would ever like him! Honestly? He wasn’t sure how to react to this? Should he stop them? They were very sick, so they might not even understand what they were saying! "I wish you were real so I could properly confess. I always chicken out whenever I try to do it," is what they finally said. Passive stares at them, his eyeshines bright but not as bright as his cheeks. “Ah… um, Y/n, y-you… I mean.” he looks away, messing with his fingers, then breathes out slowly and looks at them. He smiles and reaches over to pet the top of their head, mumbling, “Why don’t you try to get some rest? We’ll talk about this when you wake up.” When Y/n mumbled approval, falling asleep a bit later, he got up to go splash water on his face and then scream into a pillow.

Echo: He would just listen to them ramble about how much they loved him, his eyesocket wide and his almost broken soul pounding. At the end, when they said, "I wish you were real so I could properly confess, I always chicken out whenever I try to do it." he let out a loud groan and stood up, covering their face with a pillow. “Oh my god, Y/n!” he shouted, then started to cough himself, so he had to move the pillow, hugging it to his chest. It always hurt when his soul moved too much because, you know, he was almost dying thing… “I am real, you dumbass. Why do you- ugh!” He hides his face into the pillow. He felt like they were going to have a long talk later… after he made sure they were fine! I mean, their sickness seemed pretty bad. Was he going to have to take them to the hospital? Humans were weird.

Daydream: He would listen with his head resting on his fist, amused. He would find the way that they were talking very amusing and silly. He can’t believe that they think that they’re asleep right now! He reaches over and pets the top of their head, listening to them talk while also checking out their temperature. "I wish you were real so I could properly confess. I always chicken out whenever I try to do it." he leans forward and presses a ‘kiss’ to their forehead, cooing in an amused tone, “Oh, my silly little Y/n, you were already mine. I knew you had a crush on me for so long; I was just waiting for you to confess. I will admit, I didn’t expect it to happen like that.” He found it very cute and amusing, though, so he liked it!

Delusion: I feel like he would be the only one who would try to get them to stop talking. He had no idea how to react! There was no way that Y/n really had a crush on him, right? No, it couldn’t be! They had to be messing around, but as they spoke, he couldn’t get them to stop, and he heard how amazing and sweet they thought he was, and it made him so embarrassed. “Mur! Y/n’s being weird!” He called out, hoping that his oldest friend would be able to save him from this because he felt like he was about to pass out. "I wish you were real so I could properly confess. I always chicken out whenever I try to do it." he looks at them and covers his face with his hands, mumbling, “Y/n, I am real…” He had been trying to say that! He isn’t sure if Y/n even believed or heard him, though.

Solar: Solar’s glowing so brightly that it is lighting up the room! His face is a bright yellow, and he’s trying to get his glowing to go down, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so happy to hear that his crush had the same feelings for him; however, he was kind of confused about why they were talking like that? “Y/n, do you, uh, do you really think that right now is the best time for this? I mean, y-you’re sick and, um, I don’t…” he didn’t know how to react to it. He was messing with his sleeves when Y/n suddenly said, "I wish you were real so I could properly confess. I always chicken out whenever I try to do it." he blinks a few times, staring at them. Wait… they thought they were asleep? Okay, that made sense. He laughs a bit, shaking his head. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a funny story.

Nightfall: I can’t see it happening since Nightfall would probably force them to go to sleep before they get too deep into the talk. Haha, he’s embarrassed. 

[tokyogruel]

@deicidefull tumblr wont let me answer your ask properly, im depressed. so i will have to do it in a fucked up way

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i was going to sleep but how many chances does one get to throw 875 songs&artists at unsuspecting mutuals?

"before you do anything you need to listen to this is love by air traffic controller and think of sakurai haruka. relatively easy. done? try listening to kodomo no shikumi by pinocchiop. okay, slowly, try thinking of momose amane. it doesn't have to make sense, this is for fun. keep your train of thought and start listening to milk crown on sonnetica now. take a break. listen to some nanawoakari and don't think of anyone in particular. this one's a bit difficult...listen to carnivorous plant. get up and walk around a bit. sit back down and listen to it again, but think of kusunoki muu this time. that was tiring, take another break. listen to some frederic. again, you don't need to think of anyone in particular. try thinking of sakurai haruka again. then, listen to kotoba no obake ga mado kara miteiru by frog69. watch the mv, too. this is important. if you still need more rest, listen to some flowerface. alternatively, if you can handle it, listen to i'd like to die at about 40 years old by aoya and think about kashiki yuno. you can keep listening to aoya even if you don't think about her. you can even listen to jan and think about sakurai haruka. it's your life. okay now you're finally ready... listen to killer spider by pinocchiop. think of kusunoki muu. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it again. do it aga (im so normal about spider muu im so normal) you're done!! for a treat, listen to some yorushika or yoasobi, whichever you have at home! remember you're the one who asked for song recs...okay...sorry...goodnight snork mimizzzz"

youre starting off soooo fucking gooooddddd GODDDDDD,, i love air traffic controller. and im gonna be honest it's hard not to think of hamnet from the underland chronicles,,, but hamnet is a haruka-type anyway so i got over it LMAO. YOUR MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL FOR THIS ONE DO YOU MIND IF I THROW IT ON MY HARUKA PLAYLIST?

this is a very good amane song i like where youre going with this. lets check out the next song! .... "The innocent emotions, so much that I clean and dispose of them. For what grounds does "pure" and "impure" become the labels I brandish?" ... you would willingly hurt me like this

i ended up listening to this one. i think its cute & im definitely interested in hearing more!

im assuming you mean this one, in which case,, WOW,,, THIS IS A REALLY FUCKING GOOD SONG,, the "i hate you" being "i wish all you had was mine"???? SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW. ok. im normal

i ended up listening to oddloop and IM OBSESSED. THEIR SOUND IS SO FUN? i saved a few of their songs to my spotify likes to listen to later and im so excited. the lead singer has such a fun voice. AHHHH (also i know you said not to think of anyone, but oddloop is a shidou song to me now)

THIS SONG IS REALLY GOOD. and the mv is so simple, so effective. very haruka. at this point i am going to run off and take a shower (also, i have watched the mvs for all of these :3 very good stuff)

ok i am back i am fresh, im sparkling. kurari kurari. i ended up picking baby teeth to listen to, and im a fan, though very sad now. i might have to gather some similar songs i have in my spotify to send back to you sometime. hm. had a hard time finding the aoya song so heres a link to it for others. very sad, very yuno i agree. i also couldnt figure out where to find songs by jan, so i ended up listening to the diary of jane instead which is absolutely not what you told me to do (if you could send me some jan songs though, id love that)

VERY GOOD SONG. i can totally see it for muu. unfortunately, my brain immediately pushed it onto shidou (i dont think thats sinful,, theyre technically partner prisoners,, 0405,,) but to make up for this grievance ill share the lines that make me go "OH YEAH, MUU" .. "Because you're really no good, Because you can't do anything without me, I'll bite you softly, poison you a tiny bit, And teach you a lesson" "And put a leash on you. Is this him? Or is that him?" "While kissing the corpse, your instinct searches for the next prey."

ive heard yoasobi before, so ill give yorushika a try! ... only to realize that ive listened to this song once before! and then to go hm,, that artstyle ive seen once more in the past,, and i know this one too!

goodnight (or now i suppose, welcome to a new day ahahaha) thank you for sharing your music with me!