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staryuee · 2 years

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— a lifetime of love awaits, will you marry me?

꒰warnings꒱ {edit} I HAD TO ADD SCARA OKAY

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would they propose to their beloved?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . tartaglia, venti, eula, kazuha, yoimiya, kaeya, ayato, zhongli, scaramouche

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . FINALLY IM FREE FROM THESE CHAINS !! lana can finally stop bullying me :( — this won’t be the end, i’m planning to write wedding/marriage hcs w these lot too ♪( ´▽｀)

TARTAGLIA — 公子

when did he realise he wants to marry you?

ajax realised when you came over to see his family for the second time. the way his siblings rushed over to greet you, each of them stumbling around because they want to be the first one to hug you, your bright yet gentle smile as you squeezed each of them tightly and peppered their faces with kisses — it all sent the most electrifying butterflies to his stomach. seeing the way you handle his energetic siblings and the way his parents have clearly welcomed you in as part of the family, it really made him think “i want to be with you forever.”

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

he’s a fearsome fatui harbinger, do you really think something as special and important like this will easily slip out? yes, absolutely. he cannot for the love of the tsaritsa herself shut the fuck up. he’s obviously already talked to your family and some friends of yours he knew he could trust but at this point everyone practically knows his plan with how much he’s been talking about you. honestly, speaking to yours and his family was his first step — he just wanted to make sure he had their blessings!! (as cliche as that sounds). with how overly-nice and generous people have been to you, you were starting to garner suspicions however tartaglia always has his special ways of distracting you~

꒰ TARTAGLIA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

you’ve just finished a lovely dinner with tartaglia’s family, his siblings were surrounding you two near a fireplace, the snezhnayan winter was being extremely unforgiving that particular evening with snow pouring down onto the ground, creating a massive winter wonderland. “did you know, [name] took me around liyue harbour again!!” teucer jumped onto your lap holding his lil’ ruin guard ehem ‘cyclops’ plushie in his hand, his bright eyes shining with delight. “alright, alright now teucer, i’m sure ajax and [name] are very tired from their journey and don’t want you jumping around on them. why don’t we all take a nice little breather outside?“ tartaglia’s mom intervenes, gesturing to the rack of coats.

snezhnayan winters were absolutely breathtaking, despite the snow engulfing you in cold, the pure sight of the kids playing and building their cute lil’ snowmen was enough to warm you inside and out. of course ajax didn’t get the atmosphere as he decided to come up and put his cold ass hands on your cheeks. “ajax!!! you absolute bi-“ you squealed as a shiver went down your spine. honestly you couldn’t get angry at him with the way his smile and laughter made you completely forget yourself. however, that didn’t make you want revenge any less. therefore !! you decided to start a harmless snowball fight with him.

while you and tartaglia were having a not-so friendly snowball fight, tonia finds a way to sneak up behind you and tug on your coat for attention and so, being the sweet person you are, you looked down at her… which ended up with you getting hit in the face with a snowball and ajax laughing it off by giving you small kisses. “sorry [name], uhm i just wanted to show you our snowmen! we just finished (｡･ω･｡)” she smiled up at you. god you felt your heart absolutely explode that snowball meaning absolutely nothing to you at that moment. taking her hand into yours she leads you to the place her and her siblings built the snowmen.

and who would’ve thought the little angels built the snowmen to resemble you and ajax <3 they had a small pebble heart around it with some local snezhnayan flowers scattered about and … some carving in the snow which read “turn around :)” as you did, your eyes instantly brimmed with heated tears. ajax was down on one knee, a beautiful ring imbedded with the finest jade in one hand while his other one reached out for yours.

“i love you with my entire heart and i wish to spend my entire life with you, [name], will you marry me?”

VENTI — 温迪

when did they realise they want to marry you?

better question: when did he NOT think about marrying you? it’s impossible to pinpoint just a specific moment where he thought about putting a ring on your finger. everyday he’s latched onto you like a personal heating pack whether that’s just him holding your hand, kissing you, hugging you etc he always has some part of him touching you. therefore, one of the more prominent times where he thinks of marrying you is when his heart actively yearns for you during the times you’re apart from one another. they do say “absence makes the heart grow fonder” and well venti takes that to the extreme.

did they nearly reveal their plans by accident?

venti is an ancient beloved god, he has absolutely no problem keeping his plan a secret from you! well, perhaps he can keep it from you verbally, ehem minus the few minor slip ups, he does make it quite obvious at times when he starts playing with your hands more often or stops frequenting the tavern to “focus on something more important” - his words not mine. he definitely tries his best, and to be fair he absolutely succeeds given with how loud and talkative he is you’d think he’d let it out eventually however, he wants this to be a complete surprise :)

꒰ VENTI’S PROPOSAL ꒱

the unfortunate ending of the weinlesefest was drawing nearer, yet the abundant love - platonic, familial and romantic - was filling the air with a sweetened fragrance. or perhaps that was just the scent of your boyfriend who had downed a couple bottles of diluc’s finest wine earlier that day. either way, your heart was brimming with everlasting joy.

venti held your waist with one hand, while his other hand rested on the top of your head to push you ever so closely. starsnatch cliff was the perfect place to wind down at , nothing but the tender autumn breeze and the silent brushing of the grass against you while you stared up at the glowing sky. although the day seemed to be perfect, you suddenly remembered that venti looked somewhat worried all day - consistently looking nervous and pondering over things that you couldn’t quite decipher.

you gently pushed yourself off venti and he gave you a perplexed look, “what’s the matter, windblume?” you just took him by his hands and told him to take a few deep breaths and appreciate the scenery. “venven, you looked so stressed the entire day, whats been on your mind?” he took a small step back from you and averted his gaze, subconsciously starting to fiddle with his braid.

taking a final deep breath, he looks you in the eyes cups your cheek and gives you a gentle smile. “mh, guess theres nothing i can hide from you is there, my warrior?” he takes his hands into yours.

“you know that i love you more than words can describe, you’ve changed my heart and life for the better and whenever im without you it feels like i've lost a part of myself. i’ve seen your kindness and your strength, as well as your fears and sorrows. you are the love of my life, i cannot imagine a life without you. i could tell you i can’t love you more than i do now, but i know tomorrow i will even more. my heart sings a song that’s only for you to hear.”

while hot tears brim at the corners of your eyes and spill out slowly, venti gets down on one knee and reaches into one of his pockets - your free hand flew to your agape mouth in an instant. “[name], windblume, my love, my shining star, will you marry me?”

EULA — 优菈

when did she realise she wants to marry you?

probably the first time she ever allowed herself to be vulnerable next to you. eula loves equivocation so unless you’re down to become a professional literature and language analyser , understanding her true intentions is rather difficult. but! that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have her moments where she allows her façade to be broken down, she’s human after all and everyone needs support once in a while. those few times where she simply rests on your shoulder, hugs you tightly and sheds a few tears with you whispering words of comfort — those are the times eula fully cherishes her love for you.

did she nearly reveal her plans by accident?

she’s a bit of a tricky one to decipher as on one hand i’d feel like she’d become so much more hyper-aware of people and of her surroundings and she’d absolutely refuse to talk about her plans to anyone except maybe amber while on the other hand, i feel like she’d have the attitude of “if you find out, you find out and that’s that.” eula does try her best to hide her intentions and though her attempts at stopping your suspicions are futile it’s cute to see her focus on something so intently.

꒰ EULA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

blanketed by a starlit sky at brightcrown canyon’s coast, cider lake glistening brightly and mirroring yours and eula’s forms as she swayed you to the melody of your hearts - a soothing lullaby as she called it - everything was all so mesmerising.

“i didn’t know the the leader of the reconnaissance company could be so romantic.” you giggled, she shook her head proceeding to give you a harmless glare that made you laugh once again. eula dipped you down with the grace of a true efficient professional , staring into your eyes with a sort of mischievous expression.

“i’m starting to think you say these things on purpose, my dear.” she gave you a light peck on the corner of your mouth, actively avoiding your lips to tease you. “eulaaaa..” you whine pulling yourself up closer to her. she only chuckles at your complaints and pulls you back up.

“come on my love, we can’t have the dinner getting cold can we?” taking you by the hand with a complaisant and gentle smile, eula leads you to a lavish and fragrant dinner in front of cider lake. like the classic gentlewoman she is she pulls out the chair to help you get seated. despite literal years of being together, her romantic etiquette has never failed to swoon you.

“it’s rare to see you with so much ebullience, love mind telling me what’s gotten you in such a good mood?” she simply hums in response and sits down opposite you. unbeknownst to you, eula’s mind was in total frenzy and while not being a woman of many words her face currently held more emotions than a sentence could handle.

eula cleared her throat, “[name],” her gaze flickered between you and the floor before finally settling on you, “i know it must get extremely draining having to constantly deal with me, but i am thankful each day that you’ve stuck with me and loved me.” you could see a prominent blush form on the tips of her ears. “my dearest, i can’t imagine what i would be like without you, i want to be there for you when no one else can, therefore,” she finally places her hand on the table revealing a silver ring with a jewel that matched the colour of your eyes, “will you marry me?”

K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶

when did he realise he wants to marry you?

kazuha is innately a romantic, ask him this question and he’ll laugh it off and tell you that every passing second of his was spent thinking about being with you — and while that isn’t inaccurate, he definitely recalls this one memory where he felt his entire world slow down to appreciate you. of course, he’d never tell you it though!

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

once or twice he may have accidentally sent you the wrong letter where he specifically mentions his plans of proposing to you (all of which were meant to be sent to his mama beidou btw) but best believe he retrieved those letters as quick as he sent them. this is such a significant part in both of your lives were the ink in your chapters begin to spill into one another, where the string of fate tightens to emphasise your bond and, more simply, were your souls become one - he needs this to be absolutely perfect.

꒰ KAZUHA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

kazuha is a man of classical romance, i mean not only does he write endless haikus for you, send you letters while he’s out on a voyage (when it’s only been like a couple hours), he is also covered in maple leaves which themselves are woven in love — therefore it wasn’t much of a surprise when he asked you out on the third date of that week.

what was a surprise on the other hand, was the place he took you. it was the same place you two had first met, a lovely area that was abundant in peaceful joy and tranquility: amakane island. the night submerged the beautiful city of inazuma in a comforting silence with only the hums of the wind echoing in your ear. kazuha led you hand-in-hand to a small picnic he had prepared earlier that day.

from where you were sat you could clearly see the gorgeous stars scattering the glowing sky like lanterns. even when presented with such a view, kazuha’s eyes were still gently fixated on you. “you are absolutely breathtaking.” your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, how could he say such things so nonchalantly AND to your face at the same time? kazuha gives you a closed eyed smile and rested his head on his palm.

“you make me complete.” he looks at you with one eye open. in an attempt to recover from your flustered state you sigh and decide to sit back and enjoy kazuha’s delicate teasing and compliments. he begins fiddling with your hair, “without you i am not whole.” you closed your eyes as his calming voice lulled you.

“dove, please marry me.”

you’ve never sat up so fast before.

YOIMIYA — 宵宫

when did she realise she wants to marry you?

much like venti it’s practically impossible to narrow down one memory with you. some reoccurring moments have always made her ponder her future with you therefore, it’s not really a realisation more so a confirmation the person she wishes to spend her days with till old has to be you. memories she recalls that definitely emphasised her love for you all include you smiling. the knowledge she makes you just as happy as you make her is enough of a reason to put a ring on your finger. :)

did she nearly reveal her plans by accident?

listen she really tried her best to be more organised and seemingly unbothered by her internal disorder, she wanted to keep her plans a complete secret from you to serve as a cute surprise however… she was almost completely sure you heard like the majority of her plans with how much she had to yell instructions and ideas to her dad. none of that dimmed her enthusiasm though! no matter if you found out about her plans, she knew the actual proposal would still leave an impact in your heart.

꒰ YOIMIYA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

“yoiyoi…pleaseee we’ve been walking for ages! can’t we go sit down or something.” yoimiya continues dragging you past the bustling city of inazuma. you really don’t understand why she was so insistent on seeing the fireworks with so many people around, but you’re weak to her puppy eyes so you couldn’t refuse.

while the city itself was crowded with joyous laughter and sweet kids running around and causing headaches for their parents - the bridge was rather empty and calm. at last you both came to a stop. you hear yoimiya giggle ahead of you, swiftly twirling around to once again drag you to the bridges barrier. “this is the best place to watch the fireworks!” well you dare not doubt her claim.

yoimiya’s cheeriness was so infectious you didn’t even notice the corners of your mouth rising as you watched your lover gaze up at the stars of teyvat with such excitement. “yoi-“ she cut you off with a surprising kiss.

“look up, the show is starting soon!” her eyes shined brighter with every word, you couldn’t help but laugh at her silliness. in a mere number of seconds the sounds of fireworks could be heard from all over inazuma, the splashes of vibrant colour painting the sky in a loud yet melodic harmony. while the show seemed normal, your eyes caught sight of some bright kanji exploding into the sky rhythmically: 異体同心 [“two bodies, same heart.”]

albeit a bit vague, your heart was pounding into your chest and echoing in your ears as something in you begged you to turn around. as you did, all your emotions freed themselves. yoimiya was down on one knee, ring in one hand with the brightest grin adorning her face. “[name], will you marry me?”

KAEYA — 凯亚

when did he realise he wants to marry you?

when you truly felt like family to him. kaeya has been through a shit ton of travesties, things that still to this day keep him lying awake in cold sweat as his headache gets more intense. multiple people have left him, whether they perished in the cold hands of death or abandoned him callously he’s seen how cruel the game of life can be. he has clung to fate and blamed it when things refused to go his way — however, oddly enough he now praises fate for giving him a chance to meet you. waking up in the morning with you evokes such a gentle feeling of completion.

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

absolutely not! he’s so good at keeping his mouth shut and purposefully misdirecting people, and even you on the occasion, it’s to no surprise no words of his proposal comes out. that, and, he personally didn’t put that much thought into the whole ordeal. it’s not because he doesn’t appreciate you, it’s because he wants his words to just naturally flow out, he sees more sentimental value in things that are said in the moment (probably why he drinks so often even while being with you lol).

꒰ KAEYA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

“klee! please stop running around you’ll hurt yourself!” you catch her in your arms as the crayons in her hands proceed to fall onto the hardwood floor. she simply giggled and jumped up to hug you, you couldn’t help but sigh with a smile on your face as staying mad at her sweet face was pretty much impossible.

klee plopped herself down next to the messy piles of paper and the scattered crayons, picking up some specific colours to use for later. kaeya sat on the couch, resting his head on his palm, quietly enjoying the whole fiasco. he chuckles, “told you she’s a very energetic child.” ‘energetic’ might be a tad bit of an understatement. you join kaeya on the couch, nuzzling yourself into his side comfortably.

despite the massive headache you were forming from all the running around, the atmosphere stayed rather relaxed - getting to spend time with your boyfriend as well as klee made it feel like you were a lil’ family. with the warmth from kaeya lulling you with the addition of your prior fatigue, you were feeling rather drowsy but before your head could fall onto kaeya’s shoulder klee started tugging on both yours and his clothes. “come with me pretty please! i need a uhm reference! (∩_∩)” now, who could refuse that even while in a state of sleepiness ?

you all sat around a table, kaeya directly opposite you and klee sitting in the middle with her paper that she was suspiciously hiding from you. every few seconds she switched her gaze to look at you and then kaeya while scribbling in some details. she smacked her hands onto the table excitedly, “done!! mr kaeya can i show [name] now?” she gleams up at him. he gives her a gentle nod with his eye(s?) closed.

“look [name]!” she shoves her cute drawing your way expectantly, you could practically see a sunshine and rainbow form behind her as her childish wonder blinded you (in a good way of course).

transcript: mr kaeya wants to ask you a question

the drawing itself was absolutely adorable: you and kaeya holding hands and klee looking endearingly menacing in the background was a perfect depiction of your relationship. what caught your attention was the text written above the rest of the drawing, at first it was hard to figure out (bless klee’s heart), but soon enough you managed to read it and with a grin you turned to kaeya, “what’s the question you have for me, mr kaeya?”

leaning over to you quietly, he says in his usual calm and frosty tone, “will you marry me ?”

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

when did he realise he wants to marry you?

immediately when he started absentmindedly acknowledging you as part of his family — whether that’s including you in familial outings with ayaka, or sharing embarrassing stories from childhood. he already treats you like you have the kamisato name, so why not make it official?

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

with how goddamn dramatic he is you’d think so however, with the aid of the entire yashiro commission (it was mostly just thoma, bless him..) he was able to keep any words of his proposal plans from spreading. he may be quiet about it while he’s planning, however when it’s all set in motion and he’s gotten your response you best believe every single person in teyvat is at least vaguely aware of your engagement.

꒰ AYATO’S PROPOSAL ꒱

ayato has been very secretive over the past few weeks, you were used to this behaviour with him working in the yashiro commission and with the shuumatsuban , but it’s like its been completely amplified. you weren’t even able to process any of these changes either since every time your suspicion grew, ayato would whisk you away for a date.

speaking of whisking you away, ayato had “randomly” decided to take you on a vacation to fontaine. to say the least, you were absolutely ecstatic!! the beautiful nation of fontaine, filled with endless waters and buoyant sea creatures seemed like a perfect contrast to the perpetually thundering inazuma and was exactly what you needed as a break.

while the journey itself was rather chaotic, arriving at your destination and taking a deep breath in of the morning air was gratifying. “ready for today, my love?” ayato gently took you by the hand, guiding you off the ship, with that phrase alone you knew you were in for a long yet fulfilling week.

and that you were — ayato planned out an entire few days worth of activities just for the two of you. most of them consisted of intimate time together which you did not mind the slightest. every day felt like a mere second, each touch and kiss felt like a fleeting moment that would disappear and before you knew it, the end of the week dawned upon you.

despite that, this absolutely wasn’t the end of the festivities as ayato had something very special planned for this particular night. after a time at the spa and some minor shopping trips, ayato had asked you to wear something formal - you obliged, albeit with a raised brow, nothing good usually comes with ayato telling you to ‘dress up’ (last time he forced you to come to a several hour private discussion within the yashiro commission..)

as soon as you finish getting ready, ayato gracefully placed a piece of silk on your eyes, “ayato what in the name of teyvat are you planning?” he simply chuckled in response and gave you a light peck on the corner of your mouth. “don’t worry, dear you’ll be fine just follow my lead.” with a nod of your head ayato proceeded to help you walk.

“honey, are we there yettt?” you groaned. the silk finally lifted and as your eyes adjusted to the sudden lights you were in utter awe, turning around to hug him in thanks, ayato finally broke his silence, “this isn’t even the best part my love.” you cock your head to the side in confusion, how is a private and secluded dinner in front of the starry sky NOT the best part?

“you already know how much i cherish you, how i would take down the sky for you, i’d gift you the stars if you asked. with this hand i vow to protect you until my dying breath, with this hand,” ayato pulls out a box from his sleeve getting the hint at what he’s about to say, salty tears begin piling up in the corner of your eyes, “i ask you to be mine, the light in my life, will you marry me?”

ZHONGLI — 钟离

when did he realise he wants to marry you?

it was quite a long process, he wanted to make sure he was worthy of you — a god accompanying a mortal throughout their entire lifespan is not only an extremely honourable thing, but it’s also a tragic circumstance. but alas when the world paused for a moment to allow him to think about both of your futures, he desperately yearned that he was still in yours. he doesn’t want to waste your time and energy, after all you only have so many years to spend with him, this is one way he could show you that he truly cares for you and loves you.

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

he’s old as shit and talks way too much so yeah. he didn’t necessarily try to even hide it from you, he just refrained from talking about it but occasionally it slipped past and well, he acted very nonchalant, not really seeing a massive deal in it, while you, on the other hand, were having a flustered breakdown. he does hope you forget about it so he gets to see the genuine excitement in your eyes when the time comes.

꒰ ZHONGLI’S PROPOSAL ꒱

the peak of guyun stone forest. the perfect place to reminisce on the old memories and rejoice the new ones you’ve made — which was exactly what zhongli took you here to do oddly enough. you were quite prone to his sudden outings, he’d always ask you if you’d like to join him and well you can never resist this man.

even with the chilly breeze of the mountains, with zhongli by your side you managed to find comfort in the winds flurry. “if i did anything in my life right, it was when i gave my heart to you.” god this man really choses the most random times to make your heart skip a beat. you gleam up at him with a jovial smile, leaning your head on his body to relax, he placed his hand on your waist to pull you closer.

“i love you, my dearest. the privilege of seeing you at your best and your worst, and the privilege of guiding you through those times when fate is rather cruel is something i withhold deep in my heart. the world in which we are born into intoxicates us with its glacial and vicious atmosphere, forcing us to claw at fate to beg for mercy. yet, the chest of a beloved so easily entraps you in comfort and a gentle feeling of softness in one’s heart. i wish nothing more than to be the person in your future that holds you close and shields you from the worlds most unsightly of occurrences.” at this point you were already in absolute tears, the fact he could go on such long tangents to explain his adoration for you was enough to sweep you off your feet.

“i want to be all your firsts and all your lasts, your everything until the end of time. will you—” you very abruptly say yes probably a million times over yet the archon continues, “—marry me? i promise you my beloved, no matter what things you face i will be there to aid you, i can’t promise to solve all your problems but i can certainly promise a future where you won’t ever have to go through anything on yo-“ you kissed him, putting a sweet and quick end to his long rant. was he going deaf due to old age? perhaps.

“zhongli, my beloved and my most dearest, i’ve already said yes!!”

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

when did he realise he want to marry you?

you made him feel human, like he belonged. he felt a nonexistent heart beat a melodic tune, one that copied yours, perhaps because he knew no other rhythm or because his love for you surpassed his forged marionette. even on his road to godhood you were there, during his tragic downfall you were there; catching him in your arms, ignoring the incessant worried yells of the traveler. with months of constant nurturing and desperate tears that fled from your hopeful eyes, he was sure you’ve grown tired of him, you’d abandon him just like those before you. yet you didn’t, of course you didn’t. maybe that’s when he realised that in order to rid himself of an everlasting, dreadful reminiscence of the past, he’d have to replace those taunts with a tangible memory of your love.

did he nearly reveal his plans by accident?

he is able to keep anything from you — i mean you didn’t even find out you were ‘dating’ until one day he referred to you as his s/o and from that day forward it became your duty to positively annoy him with affection! the only person he probably turned to for help was his auntie nahida, but she wasn’t too much of help emotionally.. her words and plan definitely reassured one thing - a proposal should be surprising and heartfelt.

꒰ SCARA’S PROPOSAL ꒱

a glistening divine light beamed from the statue of the seven, illuminating scara’s anxious and pensive expression. “feeling alright, honey?” you touch his cheek, his eyes darting to yours in an instant. scara let out a discomforted sigh, “yes, i’m fine, let’s go.” he abruptly intertwines your hands together and leads you towards the verdant flowery path of vanarana.

while you were rather suspicious on the lack of aranara idling about, you were much more concentrated on enjoying this once in a lifetime moment — scaramouche taking the initiative and preparing a date. well, that IS what he called it, but you weren’t sure whether he was planning to bury you with the padisarahs or coddle you, because the distance you were walking was oddly alarming. ‘surely we must’ve passed many great spots by now..’ , yet kept your tight hold on his hand - having trust in him.

making a subconscious effort to avoid the pond of mossy water, you squeeze yourself closer to scara, he can only smile to himself. your eyes trailed along the bright flowers that sprouted from each patch of grass , keeping a mental note on every sumeru speciality in sight (listen that shits HARD to farm ..). scaramouche’s eyes dart around so fiercely you were almost convinced he’d pass out from dizziness. you were so entranced by scara’s beauty as well as conspicuously bizarre behaviour, you didn’t even realise he had come to an abrupt stop (impromptus you bumping into him ..). you let out a contented sigh, “are we th-“ — “no. not yet.” he interrupts as he nods at something afar.

after some final groans from you and begrudging steps, you had (hopefully) came to the place you were meant to — which ironically was the same place you started at. “scaramouche don’t tell me we did an entire circle around vanarana for no reason.” he shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “of course it’s not for no reason, you idiot” he murmurs.

he shifts to face you, “close your eyes.” it was best not to argue with him with questions of ‘why’. he took hold of your hand once more to guide you, albeit roughly, down to the middle of the vanarana pond. compared to the prior echoing silence, there was a lot of shuffling and some hushed giggles that were increasing in volume with every step. the water seeped into your garments but currently that was the least of your many worries…

“y-you can open your eyes now.” scara stammered, his head filling with excruciating heat - and you did so. your eyes widened in bewilderment.

“aiya, what’s goi-“

“marry me.” scara cuts in.

“SORRY-?” i mean you were going to guess that’s what was going on, considering the many aranaras gleefully surrounding you with flowers and or flower crowns in their tiny hands - as well as the not so hidden lesser lord kusanali with a ebullient smile spreading on her face - BUT YOU DIDN’T EXPECT IT SO SUDDENLY?

your silence was feeding scara’s fears, and so he does what he always does: gets grumpy. “are you going to keep staring at me while flies go in your mouth or are you going to answer me.” cue you pouncing on him with the most joyous laughter and tears, the melody of your happiness made him subtly smile.

“i love you so much.” you tightly hug his frail form, his head drops down to your shoulder so his answer muffles, “i…love you too.”

past his unsavoury words was a heart that beat for you, and only you.

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the great war pt 1

natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: if you count flirting as cheating then nats a cheater 🤡, angst, breakups, idk why i can never write fluffy shit…, kinda mean nat?, natasha’s a bad girlfriend but she means well.

(part 2 will be uploaded on saturday or sunday morning depending on where u live! i already have it written, just need to revise and edit 😊)

natasha knows treating you the way she has isn’t enough. she knows she’s doing almost everything wrong in the relationship. she doesn’t understand intimacy too well (if not at all), she barely grasps the concept of monogamy (it doesn’t help that she flirts with almost every woman she meets), and she doesn’t understand you at all. sometimes, you feel like she doesn’t even try. above all of that, natasha has never even told you that she loves you. it’s been two and a half years, and she’s never said it. some days, natasha racks her brain trying to figure out why you haven’t left yet.

natasha loves you. she knows this, though she doesn’t know if you do. she wonders if you know just how much she loves you; how she often craves those gentle touches of yours that only you can give her. you read her so well, she never even has to ask, you just know. whenever she’s had a bad day or a tough mission, you somehow know. whenever she wakes up craving pancakes, there you are making pancakes without her even saying anything about it. it’s funny, wanda maximoff is the mind reader, but you seem to be the only one who can truly read natasha romanoff.

though, tonight— tonight you aren’t too sure about what natasha’s doing, or what she wants. you’re currently at the bar with kate and yelena, while watching natasha flirt with maria hill right in front of your face. you’ve had to sit through not one, but two sexy dances. watching your girlfriend let her work partner grind all over her isn’t actually how you imagined the night going. the truth was you didn’t even want to come out tonight, but you did for her. she asked you to come out with her, and now you’re sitting at the bar watching her practically undress maria with her eyes.

you chug the rest of what’s in your drink, and turn your attention back to yelena and kate. “i think i’m gonna head home. i’m not feeling too well.” you half lie, and kate’s face falls. “what?! but you’ve only been here for an hour! come on, stay! don’t let natasha ruin your night.” kate tries, and yelena smirks. “you know, you and i can always dance and make her jealous.” yelena offers, and you giggle sadly. “thanks lena, but that’s not what i do... truthfully, i don’t even care anymore. if she wants to flirt or hookup with hill tonight, that’s fine.” you sound exhausted, and this causes both of your friends expressions to morph into looks of concern. “i’m tired...” you trail off, and you stop yourself to keep your voice from breaking.

... i’m tired of trying to be what she wants. i’m tired of not being enough.

you clear your throat, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a twenty dollar bill for your now finished drinks. “at least let me drive you home!” kate tries, and you shake your head. “no, you stay. have fun! i’ll get a cab.” you assure her, and she looks like she wants to protest but you quickly gather your things and stand up, adjusting your dress. “if nat notices i’m gone, which i doubt she will, tell her i went home.” you request, and yelena only nods as you walk away. you turn your head and catch a glimpse of maria whispering something in natasha’s ear. whatever it is it makes natasha grin in a way you haven’t been able to in months.

your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in your chest, but you manage to pry your eyes off of them, the image fully engraved into your mind as you walk out of the club.

“should we be worried? about her? like i know natasha’s your sister and all, but she’s cheating right in front of our eyes.” kate points out as she sips her fruity drink. yelena looks over at natasha who’s still talking to maria, seemingly unaware that you had even left. yelena shakes her head, “natasha? she’s always like this. she pushes and pushes until she pushes the person she loves to snap or leave. you can call it what you want, but i call it self sabotage.” yelena blurts out her retort, and kate shakes her head. “but y/n loves her, yel. i’m really concerned, because she’s willing to let natasha cheat on her. who does that?” kate asks and yelena sighs, reaching for another shot.

“someone who’s tired. she’s probably... how do you say... mentally gone already? yeah, that’s it. she probably doesn’t care anymore about what natasha does.” yelena says, and kate’s face changes as she notices natasha somehow is now behind yelena, and can hear everything the blonde is saying. “i mean, would you? she’s given maria hill more attention in the last hour and a half than she has given y/n all month.” yelena adds, “i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.” yelana continues and kate shakes her head, flashing yelena a look of panic.

“what? do i have something on my face?” yelena asks, and natasha clears her throat from behind the blonde. yelena turns around, and is seemingly unfazed by her sisters sudden presence. “well if it isn’t the woman of the hour! how is your night fling going, сестра (sister)?” yelena asks with a drunk smile on her face, causing natasha to scoff. “fling? and do i wanna know what you were just talking about? or why?” natasha asks, and yelena chortles sardonically. “yes, your fling. your shield partner who you’ve been dry humping all night in front of your girlfriend.” yelena answers and kate sips her drink awkwardly, trying to avoid natasha’s harsh gaze.

“you know what yelena? what do you know about my girlfriend?” natasha asks bitterly, knowing too well about yelena’s not so little crush on you. yelena rolls her eyes, “apparently more than you. y/n has been gone for almost half an hour now, and you haven’t even noticed. i may not have experience in relationships, but i know you’re not supposed to hurt her all the time.” yelena states, and natasha’s fists ball up. “i hurt her all the time?? is that what she tells you?” natasha asks and yelena huffs. “obviously not, natalia! you know she practically worships the ground you walk on! you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.” yelena spits harshly, and natasha’s hard expression falters at the words.

“people like you truly don’t know what they have until it’s gone. and when she realizes she deserves better than catching a cab on her own in the middle of november— better than watching you give someone else attention while you’ve barely spared her a single glance since you’ve been back from your mission— she’ll be fine. she’ll find better. but you won’t find someone who loves you that much again, and you know it.” yelena says through gritted teeth, and natasha is staring into yelena’s eyes as if she could see right into her soul.

kate was positive someone was going to get murdered tonight, and it was definitely going to be yelena. until natasha shifts from one foot to the other, and sighs, “where’d she go?” natasha demands, and yelena chuckles, “oh now you care?” the blonde asks, and kate puts her hand on yelena’s shoulder. “she went back home.” kate cuts in, and natasha only nods. she avoids yelena’s gaze before talking again, “i do love her.” natasha starts, and yelena rolls her eyes, turning her head to the side in order to gaze away from natasha.

“you’re both the only two people i love unconditionally in this world.” natasha adds and yelena seems to soften only a bit at the words. “you have a funny way of showing it, сестра (sister).” yelena murmurs, and natasha sighs as she looks at kate, silently apologizing like a scorned puppy. “she’ll forgive you. she always does.” kate tries to reassure the redhead but this only makes her feel even more guilty. natasha nods, but says nothing else. “you better gravel.” yelena blurts out, snickering as natasha walks away.

the entire way back to your guys shared apartment, natasha thinks about you. the way she’s treated you. yelena’s words ring through her head, and she can’t help but grimace she thinks about them.

“you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.”

that couldn’t be further from the truth. yet, yelena’s words still hurt. what if you think the same way as the blonde?

“i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.”

yelena’s words hold heavy weight and meaning, and they manage to make natasha’s blood run cold. she doesn’t want to think about you leaving, but she’d be lying if she said she never does. every day she thinks about how much better you deserve, and how wonderful you are. she thinks about all the little things you do for her, like purchasing her favorite brand of hot cocoa from the grocery store. the way you always leave sticky notes on the mirror, telling her you love her. she notices every little thing you do for her. from the way you organize her drawers, to the way you cook dinner based on the foods she prefers.

when she gets home there’s a chilling, deafening silence in the apartment. there wasn’t a single sound other than the sirens and noises coming from the busy streets of new york. “detka?” natasha calls out, as she shuts the door behind her. when she walks in, she sees your sweater from tonight carelessly thrown on the back of the couch. the redhead walks further into your shared apartment, and as she approaches her bedroom, her heart sinks.

you’re not here.

“y/n?” natasha asks, her voice louder this time. when she’s met by more silence, a wave of panic washes over her. “no— shit, fuck—“ natasha slurs while she curses as she fumbles with the purse in her hands, her slightly shaky hands searching for her phone. something in her chest tightens as she unlocks her phone, the screensaver she has of you eating ice cream would in any other case make her smile. right now it makes the uncomfortable pit in her stomach grow as she starts to sober up while pressing on your contact information.

the phone rings twice before natasha can hear your phone ringing somewhere in the kitchen. natasha rushes over in the direction of the sound, and when she sees your phone on the counter, her heart drops right into her stomach. that little condescending voice in her brain is screaming ‘she left. of course she left you, who wouldn’t leave you after all the shit you’ve pulled?’ along with things like ‘yelena was right.’ ‘you never deserved her anyways.’ ‘you’re just a whore, natalia.’

her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by you casually entering the apartment wearing your pink velvet short pajama set. your hair is in unruly curls, and you nearly stop in your tracks at the sight of your girlfriend standing in the middle of the apartment with an inscrutable expression on her face. “you’re home?” you ask uncertainly, yet your voice and face don’t indicate any signs of anger. in fact, you sort of look confused. it’s hard for natasha to swallow as her hands tremble and she lets out a breath of slight relief as she realizes you’re back. “what’s wrong?” you question after not getting an answer from your gaping girlfriend.

“i— i got home and you weren’t here... where— where’d you go?” natasha asks, swallowing past the lump in her throat. her fists are opening and closing, and she’s standing robotically across the room. you step closer to her subconsciously, “mrs. rodriguez knocked; mr. whiskers got loose in the building and i was helping her look for him. we found him on top of the vending machine on level three.” you reveal, explaining your short absence to the ex-assassin. “why are you home so early?” you ask nonchalantly, as you walk past natasha, towards the counter where your phone is.

“you left early. why’d you leave?” natasha asks, ignoring your question, and you notice the way her voice breaks every so slightly. you furrow your brows, “i— i was tired, and i didn’t want to ruin your night... i told yelena and kate to let you know.” you retort, and natasha folds her arms. “you should have told me.” she states, and you raise a brow. “and interrupt whatever the hell was going on between you and maria? no thanks, i was already humiliated enough.” you murmur, and natasha tenses up.

“there’s nothing going on between me and agent hill.” she says seriously, and you roll your eyes. “does she know that? because she was blushing at everything you were saying tonight.” you respond smartly, and natasha scoffs, her crossed arms tightening over her chest. “i didn’t do anything tonight that i don’t usually do when i go out.” she points out, and you sigh, pushing your hair behind your ears. you look at natasha, and she can see on your face how exhausted you are. “yeah, i know.” you say under your breath, “that’s the problem.” you add as you go to leave and natasha moves with you, blocking your way to the bedroom.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks a bit demandingly. you shake your head, “it doesn’t mean a thing to you, i know that.” you respond, your tone lacking it’s usual softness. natasha pauses, and you sigh. “look, i’m really tired, okay? i can’t do this whole fight just to make up thing tonight. i’m going to bed.” you declare, and natasha blinks a few times as you manage to make your way past her and towards the bedroom.

“you’re tired... tired of me?” natasha asks, her voice different than it usually is. this causes you to stop and turn back to look at her. “i’d never get tired of you. ever.” you affirm certainly, but your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy natasha. your shoulders slouch a bit, “i’m tired of the way you make me feel, nat.” you admit, your tone low, and your eyes on the floor. “i’m tired of laying awake at night while you’re out flirting and doing who knows what with people i have to face day to day, and they all wonder the same thing i do. i know it.” your voice cracks as you swallow thickly in order to keep your voice clear. “and what’s that? what are they all wondering?” she asks in a manner you’ve never heard before. your eyes meet hers, and for the first time she can see just how hurt you are.

“if i’m even enough for you. or why you’re even with me in the first place.” you whisper, looking away as your eyes begin to water. the way your bottom lip begins to quiver, and the way your eyes are begging for an answer makes natasha’s heart shatter. “detka...” natasha trails off, her voice faint and quiet. you shake your head, trying to be strong as your teary orbs meet hers. “you know you don’t have to pretend to love me, or settle for me... right? i— i’m a big girl, natasha, i can handle the truth. i think... i think i deserve the truth.” your voice trembles, but you keep your gaze locked on natasha despite the tears in your eyes and you’re trying to blink them away rapidly, causing each tear to fall one by one; streaming down your cheeks to your jaw.

the titian-haired woman stares at you for a long moment, her eyes now glossy and full of anguish. the flicker of emotions in those forest-green orbs does nothing to ease your fears and anxieties that are creeping up on you. tonight’s the night, you think, the night she finally admits you’re not enough for her. you never will be. “pretending to love you? is that what you think i’m doing?” natasha inquires in pure disbelief. “you think i don’t really love you? you think i settled for you??” natasha asks, sounding more upset than you’ve ever heard her. you don’t know what comes over you, but the dam that’s been poorly put together, finally bursts.

“not just me, natasha… everyone thinks that. and tonight— god, tonight you were just showing me how you really feel and i need to stop ignoring it.” you breathe out, the end of your palms digging into your eyelids, as you try your absolute hardest to ignore the urgent need to cry. natasha shakes her head, “that’s not true! i love you more than i love anything! you know that!” natasha raises her voice, and you stare at her with a pained expression. “i don’t. not anymore, and especially not after everything you’ve done.” you respond in a monotone.

natasha stares at you, trying to figure out your next move, but for the first time since she’s met you, she can’t. “maybe... maybe you should just go. go back to the club... back to maria. i’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you stay at her place... just till i can find a place of my own—“ you begin to ramble, and natasha’s eyes widen. “no!” she shouts, causing you to nearly flinch. “no, please— please don’t. please... don’t make me go.” natasha begs, her voice cracking and you can’t help but flash her a heartbroken expression.

“what else can i do, natasha? i’m not going to compete with her. i can’t... not when she’s obviously the better choice for you.” you hug your arms around yourself, turning away from natasha in order to hide the insecurity written all over your face. “the better choice?” natasha asks unrecognizably, and you turn to face her; the look on your face shatters her. “please don’t make me say it.” you beg, you’re heartbroken enough. “you’re going to have to, because i don’t understand. on what planet is maria hill a better choice than you?” natasha asks, and your fingernails dig into your upper arms.

“just... just leave me alone for the rest of the night. please.” you plead, and she takes a step closer to you, causing you to instinctively take a few steps back. “not tonight.” you add in a strained tone, natasha swears the floor might swallow her whole, and she desperately wants you to hold her. but the way you looked at her— you look absolutely disappointed in her. it makes her realize yelena had more of a point than she anticipated. you turn away, facing your bedroom, and you’re ready for this night to end already. you’re exhausted and all you wanted was to watch movies and cuddle tonight. instead you got this. again.

“i’m sorry.” natasha croaks out, and you close your eyes tightly, clenching your jaw. “me too.” you manage to voice out as you walk into the room, shutting the door behind you. the sound of the lock makes natasha’s heart fall further into that pit that only seems to be growing.

natasha’s legs feel like jelly as she shuffles to the bedroom door. her nose practically touches the cold wood, “i’m sorry.” natasha repeats through the door, “i’ve been a shitty girlfriend. i haven’t treated you the way you deserve, and i know that. i don’t mean to be this way...” her tone is broken and frail, and you stare at the door with tears falling out of your eyes. “the truth is, i don’t know why i do a lot of things. i was trained for everything...” natasha trails off, her voice getting caught somewhere in her windpipe. she swallows past the lump in her throat, “... but i wasn’t trained to keep a good thing. i’ve never had a good thing like this, and when you say you’re not enough for me, that’s just not true. i’m not enough for you.” natasha doesn’t realize she’s crying until she can taste the bitter salt on her lips, falling off her jaw and down to her collarbone.

her forehead is touching the door, and she lets out a ragged breath, squeezing her eyes shut. you don’t say anything, and god, she‘s terrified that she fucked this up beyond repair. then, she hears the door click, and she stands up straight, sniffling as you open the door. you peak through, your eyes full of tears, and they only multiply when you see her red and puffy eyes. she’s staring at you like a lost puppy and you reach for her, immediately seeking her comfort. natasha wraps her muscular arms around the back of your neck, pulling you flush against her. you both say nothing as she holds you in her arms, crying simultaneously. natasha’s arms are wrapped around your neck and she breathes you in. she never wants to let you go.

a few minutes of silence tick by, “i can’t do this anymore, nat…” you whisper, and the words make her heart fall deeper into that blackhole. there’s tears falling out of your eyes and you sniffle as you pull away from the taller woman. “i c-can’t keep doing this. i’m… i’m gonna stay at lizzie’s for awhile.” your voice cracks, and natasha’s eyes widen, she shakes her head quickly, “no— detka please. i can fix this. please, just give me a chance to fix it.” she begs, and you look down, the salty tears streaming down your cheeks. “no nat. i— i need time to think… i don’t want to feel this way anymore.” you express, your hand on your chest as if she’d literally taken a knife and stabbed you through the heart. natasha feels an enormous amount of guilt and regret as she realizes just how badly her actions have affected you.

“baby please… i’m sorry. i don’t want you to leave.” her voice cracks, and her mascara is running. she looks heartbroken, but so do you. it took her this long to realize you’ve been feeling this way, and it was all because of her foolish actions. “you should’ve thought about that before… you really hurt me, nat.” you try to sound strong, but the way you’re crying makes you feel weak. you turn around and make your way into your bedroom, ready to gather a bag of your things then call your sister to come and get you. natasha’s stuck in place as she watches you move around the bedroom, packing a duffel bag. her hearts pounding in her ears, she can’t move or say anything as you talk on the phone with your sister and she agrees to pick you up.

her body doesn’t feel like her own as you throw on a pair of jeans and your own hoodie; it becomes too real as you put your shoes on. she feels like a robot, standing in the middle of her bedroom. you give her one last look before throwing your bag over your shoulder and leaving; you don’t even realize you take natasha’s heart with you when you leave. after the door slams, the silence engulfs her and she can physically feel her heart break in two. what the hell did she do?

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breeloveschris · 3 months

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If Only You Knew Pt 6

Pt 5 Pt 7

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summery: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it

Warnings: cussing

Y/n’s pov:

We got back to our apartment about an hour ago. We kinda just separated and went our own ways, I needed to edit anyways. And that’s what I’ve been doing. I’m really debating on deleting the clip about us talking about the triplets since the world knows we hung out now. It was funny so unfortunately I’ll be keeping it in for the fans sake. I edit for about another 2 hours before it was finally done.

I went downstairs to get some food because I was beyond hungry. I turn the corner seeing Nia sitting on the couch. “Hey! I was about to order some food, want some?” Nia asked once she saw me. I jumped over the back of the couch sitting next to her, “you already know I do” I said with a laugh making her let out a quiet laugh. “So what’s his dick size?” I asked with a smirk, I don’t actually want to know but I want to mess with Nia.

Nia’s eyes widen and her face turns red while she whips her head to look at me. I laughed “I’m just messing, I don’t actually wanna know” I said as I hid my face in my hands laughing. “We didn’t do anything like that, we just made out” She said with a shy shrug. I side eyed her with a raised eyebrow making her hit my shoulder, “girl if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m serious” she said laughing.

“Yeah, sure” I said with a smirk. “Are you okay? About what Matt said?” Nia said with a frown. “Huh? No I’m good! We’re just friends no harm was done” I said with a small smile. I’m not sure if I’m telling her that or myself. “Don’t lie to me, I saw the hurt in your eyes as soon as he said it” Nia said with a raised eyebrow. “I mean yeah it hurt a little, he was flirting with me all day just to end the day with that? But I’m not gonna sit here and cry about it” I said with a small laugh while shaking my head.

“Anyways enough about boys, what are you getting” I said trying to look at her phone with a smirk. “Oh my gosh!! Food!! I forgot!” She yelled opening her phone back up. We both fell over laughing. “We should ge-” Nia started but got interrupted by my phone ringing. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket seeing a number that wasn’t saved was calling so I just shrugged and hung up the call.

“Anyways, we should get chin-” Nia started but got interrupted again by my phone. We both groaned and I looked at my phone seeing that it was the same number. I finally give in and anwser. “Hello? Who’s this?” I asked confused. “It’s Matt” my jaw fell to the floor. “why didn’t you anwser the first time” Matt said with a groan. “Oh, I didn’t know it was you, what’s up?” I said with a sigh, “Damn, can I not call you?” He said with an obvious smirk that I could just hear in his voice.

“Me and Nia were about to get food and you kept interrupting Nia everytime she’d talk.. so no” I said with my own smirk making its way on my face. “Wait how’d you even get my number?” I asked as Nia showed me the Chinese restaurant she wanted to order from to which I nodded too. “Nick gave it to me” Matt said, “but I was calling to ask what y’all were up too tonight, wanted to know if y’all wanted to go to top golf with us” Matt said in a lower tone.

Nia handed me her phone so I can order. “Well we’re ordering takeout.. and we just hung out” I said as I was ordering. “So? I’m just trying to hangout with you” Matt said in a whisper. “What if we go tomorrow or the day after that, we’ve seen eachother too much” I said with a laugh handing Nia her phone back. “I still don’t see the problem Y/n/n” he said with a sigh. “You’re gonna get tired of us so quick if we just hangout everyday” i said watching Nia walk out of the room.

“I honestly don’t think I can get tired of you, you’re so fun to be around” he said with a smile you could hear in his voice. “You will, I get annoying prettying quickly” I said with a laugh as my phone started buzzing with a FaceTime call to which I accepted. I saw Matt’s face pop up and he was holding his phone low with his face sitting on his fist with a small smirk. “I’m not gonna get annoyed or tired of you” he said with a smile. “Whatever you say pretty boy” I said winking at him.

He smirked and shook his head, “get ready we will pick you up at 7” he said as he brought his phone higher. “What? I never agreed and it’s already 6??” I said jumping up and running up the stairs with my phone still in hand. “But you wanna see me.. no?” He said with a shy smirk. “No. I wanna see Nick” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You hurt me.” Matt said shaking his head. “Whatever, I’m gonna tell Nia and I’ll send you the address, bye Matt” I said with a small smile. “Bye baby” Matt said with a smirk as he hung up making me roll my eyes and put my phone in my pocket.

I told Nia about it and which she complained about them getting tired of us the same as I did but nonetheless started getting ready. I ran into my closet changing my shirt into a cropped white tank top and throwing a big zip up jacket on top. I walked over to my dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and putting them on. I walked back over to my closet to look for my white platform Nikes. For my hair I just put it in a side braid and called it a day. we were just going to top golf so I wanted to be comfortable. I walked over to Nias room knocking.

“Come in!” Nia yelled through the door. I pushed the door open and looked at her confused. “Why are you so dressed up we’re just going to top golf?” I asked looking at her tight jeans and cropped shirt. She looked good as fuck but I thought we was going the more comfortable route. “We’re seeing the triplets, I ain’t going out looking bum-” Nia started but stopped when she turned out seeing my outfit. I crossed my arms and raised an eye brow, “what were you gonna say” I said with a smirk. “Nothing, you do you, but I’m tryna get to know chris beyond being friends” she said with a shrug.

“Don’t try to impress him, that’s not how it works, you gotta ease into it. You just met him” I said with a laugh. “Yeah? And how is that working for you?” She said with raised eyebrows. I just shrugged and said “I’d rather be friends with Matt than rush shit” she just rolled her eyes, “you’ve been crushing over Matt for so long. Do you know how many girls would do anything to be in your spot?? They wouldn’t waste it and just be friends with him” she said walking past me and into the living room. “That’s them and I’m me, we just met them!” I said raising my voice a bit at the end.

Uh oh.. the girls are fightinggggg

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your-local-grinning-cat · 12 days

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The Ultimate Compilation Callout

Hey Guys! AR OOC once again to say I am 100% done.

I'm done with this. I thought it was finally dying down and the drama was finally getting to be over with but then she came back and is now trying to say that we are the ones in the wrong. And she is STILL trying to blame Leona's mod when, as both @/castaway-achlys and I have stated numerous times at this point, they were asleep during the entire event. They did not ask for us to defend them. We were both just tired of hearing our friend be exhausted and stressed out by her.

And the fact that so many people have come out to give their own experiences of her being rude and cruel to them just proves this is not a singular event.

I'm putting all this under a cut because it's gonna get long guys. In fact, I’m probably going to end up needing to create a couple reblog chains to get it all out.

But I'm done playing nice. I have all the receipts. Like I went allllll the way back to when the discord was first created. I caught her in her first lie.

Which, coincidentally, her very first lie in the Discord server happened on the very first day it was formed. What a way to start.

I call her the Malleus mod as an identifier in these screenshots, because unlike her, I am not petty enough to reveal peoples’ personal information on the internet just because I don’t like them.

HOWEVER. I will remind everyone that she is not JUST the owner of the Malleus account. Even if you don’t want to look under the read more because there are a LOT of receipts, know that these are all her known blogs.

I do not condone harassment. Harassment is basically what started all this. Just block and go.

Malleus Draconia @/therealmalleusdraconia

Falena Kingscholar @/the-falena-kingscholar

Aijuka (A Leona gf OC) @/the-one-aijuka

Jack Howl @/frosh-jack-howl

Fellow Honest @/fellow-honest

Meleanor Draconia @/meleanor-draconia

Baul Zigvolt @/baul-zigvolt

Sebek’s Mother @/thethickestone

Marja Felmier @/marja-felmier

And her latest: Eric Venue @/ericvenue

(Bonus non-rp blog @/thetwistedminds)

Before we get too far into it I will say there is a slight color code! But only a tiny one!

Gross light green color - look at that lie! 👀

Gross darker green color - a lie is revealed! 🤭

Orange - note the date/time! 🗓️⏰

Let me show you what I mean in the lie I’ve already mentioned - her very first one. :)

There we have the orange, telling you to note the date. That’s because I was wanting to make sure it was known that the pet posts were made on the same date that the discord was created.

And then we have the gross light green around Malleus mod claiming that this bunny is her bunny and that it was her bunny’s birthday recently.

Now here is the follow up with the gross darker green of a lie revealed. 😌

And there we have it! The color coding system and her very first lie told the very first day the Discord channel was active and easily disproven with an image search.

Now let’s get into the FUN STUFF! /sarc

We’re going to be doing some rehashing here but I’m also going to probably be including some new things so stay with me folks! This’ll be a ride! Buckle up!

So, originally I was thinking I'd start with the current drama. But considering that a lot of that has already been covered and what hasn't been covered needs more context, I'm just going to keep going in chronological order, I guess.

I've been up for over 24 hours compiling receipts, editing them to protect IDs, and then getting them all sorted so let's finally do this so I can pass out!

First up is something that actually has been covered a bit but I'm going to expand on it slightly - her blatant lie to @/elysia-nsimp (I'm not tagging anyone because I'm not forcing anyone to get notifications on this lmao).

Here's what everyone has already seen. But to expand on the event, we didn't call her out on her bad behavior, even though we probably should have as she had just lied straight to another mod's face about her blog ownership. I simply DM'd the mod in question privately to make sure they were okay and then tried to keep the peace in the main chat.

Because, believe it or not with this major callout post, I don't generally like confrontation. But I stepped in there for Elysia and I stepped up during this for Leona's mod.

Now, later that night, she posts this as if nothing had happened and she hadn't just been told that she needed to work on her roleplaying skills:

Uh huh. Sure. That's your last account. Because you have shown so much self-control when it comes to filling character voids within the twst rp community already. I'll be generous and give you a month before you break.

Now these next ones need a tiny bit of background information and a note: the Malleus mod is German and, as far as we know, lives in Germany. These next pictures are little indicators that she has not experienced the United States at all. These indicators may not seem important now, but they will be in just a little time. So keep them in mind for after the pause.

You cannot tell me anyone who has spent any length of time in the United States has not at least heard of Walmart.

Quick pitstop to say wow! You didn't even make it a month! Congratulations!

Also, note the question from the admin and the pretty obvious passive aggressiveness from me. We were sending plenty of hints that they needed to stop - sometimes coming outright and saying it, sometimes simply implying. Either way, we were all ignored.

She says she's not a mind reader. Well, apparently she's just not a reader period.

Now... a bit of an oddball here. And I want to say I do not necessarily think this is a lie. I am including it for a lie that is coming. The one that I included all those America comments for.

I'm sure you will note that I said that I don't "necessarily think" it's a lie - indicating that I do think it could be a possibility. That would be correct.

She has been lying since day one and, after this doozy of a story I'm about to share with you, I honestly don't know what to believe when it comes to her.

So.. to sum this up...

We went from a cringe ask from an OC account that she didn't want to answer -> the asker wasn't supposed to be on tumblr because they were underage (???) and was trying to date her irl and somehow had all of her information (oh but don't worry guys she deleted the ask!) -> he found her social media accounts and sent her NSFW pictures and started spam liking, demanding pictures of her kids, sent pictures of her at-the-time boyfriend, sent pictures of his family and his kids -> so she blocked him on everything and then started spam creating the rp accounts to see if he did it with other people or if it was just her (...mmmhmmm...) but nope he was only interested in Malleus -> she then apparently moved to America for a bit to crash with her boyfriend because this underage person went to Germany to find he.

Oh, by the way, why was this guy obsessed with her? Oh, he was obsessed with German women. He decided that all German women were pretty. And she's German-Russian! And Russians have intense standards for women you know! After this guy found out she was German AND Russian, I mean... it was only a matter of time before he upped his game to try to find her!

Guys, she's not saying she's too beautiful for her own good - the underage stalker speaks for itself!

Now, since this stalker found her through her Malleus account and was obviously very determined, you would think the first course of action would be to, ya know, delete the Malleus blog. Right?

No, no, no! Then she would have to start all over and, of course, if she switched accounts she would be forced to make a post on her current blog saying what her new blog is and he would just find her there. That's why she's trying to make her other accounts more active than her Malleus account (her Malleus account was still, by far, before all this happened, the most popular of all her rp blogs)!

Can I also mention that in that post announcing her pregnancy ON HER MALLEUS ACCOUNT WHERE SHE SUPPOSEDLY HAS A STALKER, she had tagged ALL OF HER BLOGS AT THE TIME?

But yes, Malleus mod. I definitely believe your story. :)

Please. Please tell me you all can understand why I just cannot find it in me to trust a single word coming out of this woman's mouth.

Especially now that during this whole drama, she has been lying through her teeth and trying to pin the entire blame on Leona's mod.

Now this part is nearly over (thank whatever gods anyone believes in) but let's just post the last few of the "before drama happened" pictures, shall we?

...I'm realizing I didn't underline the part where I called her out for having that many blogs in the gross dark green of a lie caught... oops. This is what happens when you have far too little sleep.

But either way, here is another time when she was called out on a lie of hers. And her little comment at the end means she read it and she acknowledged us.

She just didn't care because it didn't suit her.

~~~~~~

ALRIGHT!

THAT'S THE END OF PART ONE!

Yeah. This is going to come out in PARTS. I can't cover it all in one post because there is a picture limit.

So, I'm going to end up making a reblog chain...

Eventually.

Real talk? I need to sleep. Desperately. It's nearly two in the afternoon where I am and I have not slept yet.

Do not underestimate the power of spite and my loyalty to my friends. Both are very strong motivators.

But my body's needs are finally winning.

When I wake up, I'll have the Ultimate Drama Arc to post and expand upon and then the Return of the Drama Arc.

Yay. (said in the most unenthused voice ever lmao)

Anyway. Enjoy all this. I'm gonna go die. /j

#I am SO DONE #seeing what she posted?#seeing how she tried to turn this around on us?#No.#ar speaks #ar speaks ooc #twst rp #call out post #callout post #PART ONE #HELPPPPP

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lorelaiblair · 2 months

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It all started with a phone call. Wednesday swore that modern technology would be the downfall of humanity.

“Wednesday” The boy pleaded.

“Eugene” She countered.

“I haven’t seen you in months, and you’re coming to the city anyway” He explained, for nearly the tenth time.

“I can afford a hotel room”

“I am well aware” Eugene laughed “What kind of a person would I be if I let my sister sleep alone in a hotel, especially when I have an apartment with a guest room barely five miles away from your publisher”

“Don’t imply that I cannot handle myself”

“I know that you can, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you here with me”

“I would be there for quite a while, the editing process for this book is proving to be tedious”

“I’d love to have you, for as long as you want to stay”

“I will arrive Tuesday”

“Really?” Eugene asked, the excitement obvious in his voice. He was met with the dial tone, the conversation apparently over.

Two days later, he woke up to his alarm. He showered, brushed his teeth, and was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast when he realized something had changed. He went to make himself some coffee, and there was already half of a fresh pot.

Was someone in his apartment?

He was tired. He was too tired to care all that much. He poured himself a cup and sat back down.

It only took a couple moments for Wednesday to join him in the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your sewing kit?” She asked

“Junk drawer” He told her, pointing despite the fact that she already knew which one it was, despite knowing that she would be angry at its disarray considering she had been the one to organize it for him the last time. She pulled the kit out and tsked at him, before wandering back to her room.

Eugene took a sip of his warm drink before blinking in surprise.

“Wednesday?” He yelled

“Yes, Eugene?”

“When did you get here?”

“About two hours ago” She explained, he climbed out of his chair to walk down the hallway and stand in the doorway of her room. She was using his sewing kit to reattach one of Thing’s fingers.

“I would ask how you got in but” He laughed to himself “I’ll get a key made for you on my way home from work”

“Alright”

“What happened to Thing?”

“He fell out of the plane” Wednesday told him.

“What?” Eugene blanched. “What do you mean he fell out of the plane, is he okay?”

Thing wiggled his remaining fingers to tell the boy yes, he was fine.

“Just pulled a few stitches” Wednesday explained “My first meeting with the editor is later today, although I will probably be back before you are”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight” Eugene said, turning to head out “Oh yeah, i’m off tomorrow and a few friends from nevermore are coming over for lunch”

“Eugene” She complained

“You don’t have to socialize, I swear. This door comes with a perfect little lock on it” He grinned, as if it could counter Wednesday’s death glare.

Eugene’s friends had arrived nearly twenty minutes ago, and Wednesday was facing a bit of a conundrum.

She had been up all night writing. Her editor left her with so many notes that she considered stabbing him in the eye with his own red ink pen, which had marked and marked all over Wednesday's first draft.

Not to mention her publisher wanted it all completed in less than a week.

She really had her work cut out for her. Wednesday was completely capable, she would get it done with time to spare, but what she really, really needed was another cup of coffee. Coffee. Coffee, her savior. Coffee, which was in the kitchen. Eugene and his group of very loud friends, sat in the dining room, nothing but a single door separating them.

She would send Thing to do it, but the last time she had asked him he had spilled scalding hot coffee all over himself. Now he refused to help her with the specific conquest.

She exited her room and stalked down the small hallway. Wednesday cursed herself, for knowing what she would be getting into when agreeing to spend the next few months with Eugene, and agreeing nonetheless. This was a torture of her own making.

As Wednesday scooped spoonfuls of coffee into a filter she could hear the people in the other room laughing. She turned the pot on and sat at the small table Eugene kept in his kitchen.

Wednesday’s publisher had gone on and on about how her book needed ‘character’, said that it wasn’t at all personable. She absolutely detested that. The book was full of character, she had been writing about Viper and her adventures for years now, and not once had a person mentioned a ‘lack of character’.

It was frustrating.

Wednesday knew that the publisher was onto something.

Wednesday had been writing Viper for years, and the stories she wrote were becoming almost predictable. She hated it. She absolutely despised it all.

She needed to change something, but she had no idea what that something was.

The door into the kitchen swung open, and Wednesday cursed herself once again. She had no energy for any of the ‘friends’ Eugene had invited over. It didn’t help that her eyes were assaulted the second the girl walked through the door.

Blonde hair with pink and blue ends, and an entire pink ensemble. Brilliant blue eyes, a shiny and slightly too sharp to be human smile.

“Uh, hi?” The bright girl asked, a sheepish smile on her pretty face.

Wednesday raised her eyebrows at the girl.

“Who are you?” She asked, turning to look back into the dinning room as if making sure she didn’t accidentally step into somebody else’s apartment. Wednesday leaned back in her chair, watching her.

The girl’s blue eyes met Wednesday’s again.

Wednesday Addams needed to change something, in her book and in her life, and she knew now what that thing was.

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inkedobsidian · 3 months

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~ The Plea ~

prompt: #33 “Are you going to talk to me?”

requested by: @chuyasthighs0

summary: Y/N seeks out Jin-Man after hearing about the loss in his family.

pairing: Y/N x Jeong Jin-Man

warnings: blood, torture, death,scars, ptsd, Bale’s just a dick man we’ve all seen the show

word count: 871

a/n: I tried to keep what Y/N looked like brief just in case it got a bit too much but if people do want a in depth description to what I imagine I can edit it <3 Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas

Master-List - Prompts

It didn’t take long before Y/N caught word of what Bale had done. I mean she worked pretty much side by side with Honda so when she arrived back from holiday to find the shop burnt down she immediately went into panic mode. After searching in every safe house or apartment they had in the general area she finally decided to take a more direct approach.

Standing in the middle of Babylon was a questionable decision but frankly she was going to get answers. Luckily she was seen out of kindness but Yong-Han was not one to mince words. He thought he owed her the courtesy because of her blood that he kept her alive in the attack against Jeong Jin-Man. It took longer than it should’ve for her to pull herself together in front of him but luckily he did not question her. He simply let her leave with her life, a mistake he’d regret in the future.

Now she stands shrouded in darkness watching the movement inside the Jeong house. She could see at least 2 shadows move about the house; an adult and a toddler. As the toddler's shadow disappeared into a room with no windows, Y/N assumed that Ji-an was asleep now. Y/N already knew about Ji-an from Yong-Han so she had to go about this a different way. If it was going to be difficult to approach Jin-Man before it will be even harder now. But she has to and so she moves against the darkness but it wouldn’t have made a difference as Jin-Man already knew she was there.

She clocked the unlocked door, there was no way he was that stupid. However, she was stupid enough to go in despite what was probably waiting for her on the other side. As she pushed the door open slowly she put both hands up and walked in hands first to show she was unarmed, a smart choice really since as she fully entered the house she was met with a silenced pistol between the eyes. The cool barrel really took a moment to adjust too but it definitely got her on high alert.

“I’m here alone.” Was the first thing she could think to stutter out. Jin-Man scoffed behind the gun at the comment, of course she did he would’ve known otherwise. At least she was telling him the truth though.

“I didn’t know…I was away…Honda never told me…” It was almost like Y/N couldn’t fully decide on what point she was supposed to lead with. How was she supposed to convince a man not to kill her just like Bale killed his brother?

“I just… I just want to help. Whether it’s revenge or what, I want to help you.” As she spoke the barrel was still against her head but there was space between the door and her so she took the opportunity to take a step back to finally look at him instead of the gun. Jin-Man just continued to stare through her, it was a lifeless stare in his eyes, he’d never looked at her like that before.

“Are you going to talk to me?” She pleads. He keeps the gun level but takes a step back himself creating a bit more space between them. She couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, he was thinner as well like he hadn’t eaten properly. The grief was killing him literally.

“You expect me,” The sound of his voice shocked her, he spoke with so much anger and venom, “to believe YOU want to help me?” The emphasis on you stung and he noticed. However, the sting quickly turned sour when faced with reality. Y/N finally stopped looking at Jin-Man with nothing, almost like the soul in the body had gone.

“Do you really think?” As Y/N spoke she took off the jacket covering her body, as she did all of the worry that was once written over Y/N’s face was now written over Jin-Man’s. It took him a few moments to fully register what she was telling him, “That all of this hasn’t been going on his entire life?”

It was hard for Y/N to fully hold eye contact with Jin-Man, She watched as his gaze towards her softened but they still stood there mere steps across the room from each other as Jin-Man still hadn’t dropped the gun. It was like everything was moving too slowly that by the time Jin-Man had finally dropped the gun Y/N’s skin was covered in goosebumps from the breeze. He dropped it in one quick movement that cut them out of the moment they were in and Y/N swiftly picked up her jacket and put it back on, she got her point across.

“Did you mean it?” Jin-Man thought maybe he was stupid for trusting her. How much can blood really be different? Something about her though, he didn’t pity her he was intrigued by the look in her eyes.

“Mean what?” She was trying to hide the surprise in her voice that she had gotten his far without being shot. She was willing to go along with whatever she asked at this point, there was something about the look in his eyes.

“About revenge?”

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svtminji · 10 months

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11:00 PM - yjh

pairing. mizuki & jeonghan ❪ jeonghan x oc ❫ word count. 0.7k warnings. jeonghan’s short hair </3, just pure fluff tbh an. meant to write this as soon as i saw the photos he posted, but i was going thru major editing crisis on this account. after finally writing all of the relationships for svt, i think it’s fair to write at least ONE fic. taglist. @seokiys

it was always a quiet environment in the doi-yoon household. the slight sound of the tv could be heard from the outside but no one bothered to complain since the owner wasn’t home most of the time. if anything, the noise gave the neighbors some comfort that she was doing fine.

“damn, he must be in some sort of traffic.. there’s no way he would purposely delay our movie night?” mizuki muttered to herself, trying to put the horrendous thoughts about his whereabouts away. she laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, he wouldn’t do anything weird right? on que of thinking about the devil, he sent a text message.

11:00 hannie 🙄: i’m omw back home 11:00 mizu 💁: alright, can you bring in the package outside the door? i’m already in bed :P 11:01 hannie 🙄: fine, but you better have the show we were watching earlier ready 11:01 mizu 💁: okk _(:3 」∠)_

what was so busy he had to get home around eleven? mizuki didn’t want to read into it too much and instead headed towards the living room. she looked at the mess and decided to do some late minute cleaning. when the living room decent for once, the kitchen was begging to be cleaned as well. though as soon as mizuki went into the kitchen, she heard the familiar locks being unlocked. she looked at her phone and saw 11:05 staring right at her. he’s finally home and that’s what currently mattered.

“i’m home! and i have your package right here,” jeonghan announced to the busy mizuki, “sorry for coming home so late. i had a talk with the stylist about something.”

jeonghan saw her current state and smiled, always the busy person. he removed his shoes and made his way to the kitchen, not forgetting to place the package on the table. he leaned in and gave her a kiss. mizuki returned it and when focusing her sight on the dishes, she found herself shocked. she quickly turned off the tap water and dried her hands.

“what is this,” mizuki told him while reaching to touch his hair, “since when did you-”

“today. that’s why i came home so late,” he responded and took her hands from his hair and put them close to his chest, “to be fair, i thought you would’ve been in bed right now and wanted to surprise you in the morning. though you’re clearly standing in-front of me and not in bed.”

mizuki scoffed, “either way i would’ve had the same reaction. why didn’t you at least tell me where you were? i was worried, like so worried to the point of calling the guys.”

“but i’m home now. and i bet that’s more important for you right now.” he couldn’t help but slip a sly grin at her reaction.

“i mean- yeah. you’re right. sometimes i hate how you know me so well.”

“come on, let’s go to bed. i’m sure you have no energy while waiting for me.” jeonghan started to convince her while pulling her towards the bedroom.

“noooo! i’m not tired. i am very much awak-” she was eventually cut off by a yawn, to which jeonghan gave her a look of ‘i told you so’, “fine. but can we at least watch the show in the bedroom? i didn’t know if you wanted to watch it in the living room or the bedroom.” mizuki removed herself from his grasp to speed-walk towards the light switch. once it was turned off, she ran towards him.

“do you think i beat the ghost?”

“i’m sure you did. let’s get to bed now. bet you wasted your energy on all that running.”

“um, no? i am very pumped up right now.”

jeonghan closed the door behind them as they settled into their bed watching some random english show.

after a few hours passed and jeonghan’s weverse posts, mizuki turned off the tv. she settled herself into the embrace of jeonghan. being in each other’s hold was always peaceful for them.

“i still prefer your long hair.”

jeonghan couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “i’m sure you do. goodnight, love you.”

“love you too, and your short hair too.”

i don’t know how to properly write jeonghan atm, but i will learn to do so someday 🫡. svtminji est. 2023

#svtminji #kpop #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen oc #seventeen #kpop added member #seventeen added member #seventeen female member #kpop female oc #seventeen x oc #kpop female addition #seventeen female addition #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x oc #svt:jeongmi #kpopidol

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lcandothisallday · 2 years

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Jack and the reader being in a secret relationship but jack isn’t ready to tell anybody but the reader is because she’s tired of girls going up to jack and him flirting with them

Hurt - Jack Harlow x f!reader

*too lazy to edit so beware of errors lol*

When you moved to Lousville in your senior year of highschool, you never expected to fall in love. In fact, that was the last thing on your mind since you hoped to stay focused on your studies in preparation for university—but turned out, Jack Harlow was one persistent motherfucker.

“Come on Y/N!” Jack exclaimed as he chased you down the long school hallway, his hand reaching for your arm to stop you from walking away. The last bell finally rung and you were desperate to go home. “Why won’t you give me a chance?” he pouted, looking down at you adorably with his big bulky glasses and his curly hair pushed out of his eyes.

You let out a sigh as you stared up at him. You couldn’t deny that you thought he was cute…but he was the popular guy in school. Of course you thought this was some sick joke.“Jack…just drop it—”

“No! Tell me why first!” he insisted. “If you don’t like me or-or if you think I’m ugly then just say that! I can handle rejection.”

Upon hearing that, your eyes widened. “What? No! Of course I don’t think you’re ugly…I just…why me?” you ask with furrowed brows. “Guys don’t usually like me,” you sigh. “Plus I know guys like you. You’re a player. Only intrigued now because I’m new but when I give in you’ll use me then throw me to the curb for the next girl…that’s why I don’t wanna give you a chance.”

Jack licked his lips, his hands rubbing down his smooth face. “Well the guys where you’re from clearly didn’t have good taste…and I promise it’s not just cause you’re new. Just one date? I won’t hurt you…I promise.”

“One date Jack Harlow. We’ll see how it goes.”

And for the most part, Jack kept his promise. The years went on perfectly. You two managed to fall in love and he was all of your major firsts. You supported him all throughout his career but you always chose to stay private, not wanting to be in the spotlight or public eye which he supported.

And since then too, your relationship with his family grew exponentially. At first his Mom was a bit hesitant, fearing that you’d break his heart but the more she got to know you and spend time with you, you easily became the daughter she never had. She loved you like her own and it wasn’t quite a Harlow family gathering without you being there by Jack’s side.

However, it seemed as though everything changed when he did his Chicken Shop date interview. It was no secret that Jack had a major glowup and that interview in particular sparked the internet’s interest in the upcoming rapper, even being deemed as the new ‘white boy of the month’ and the internet’s boyfriend. That’s when the problems started.

Jack bit his lip as he watched you get prepared for bed. You were standing in front of the mirror, finishing up your skincare routine by applying your moisturizer. Once done, you made your way into the bed and raised your brow at your boyfriend when you noticed his anxious expression.

“Why do I feel like you have something you wanna tell me?” you laughed, your brows quirked up at him.

Jack took in a breath and ran a loose hand through his curls. “Look ma—the team thinks you should take down all of our photos together on IG.” You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him.

“Why?”

He lets out a sigh. “They think it’ll be better if we stay private for my brand—” You can’t help but scoff at his response. “Is that what you think too?” you ask him.

Jack groans, “baby it’s what’s best for my career at the moment…it’s better if people think I’m single to keep up that persona they’re going for. Plus you don’t even like being in the spotlight—”

“Yeah but I still like posting about my boyfriend,” you interrupt with a frown. “Plus my Instagram is already private.”

“Ma, fans always find a way to get that shit,” Jack sighed. “Please baby? They really think it’s better this way. And it won’t change anything about us…I love you and it just means we get to be more private about our relationship without fans getting in the way especially with the sudden interest,” he persuaded sweetly.

You sigh before nodding reluctantly. “Okay…I’ll archive all of the photos of us,” you reassure.

Jack grinned as he swiftly cupped your cheeks and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You’re the best ma.”

While it did partly not sit right with you that he wanted to hide your relationship from the public, you also heard many celebrity stories of relationships ending because of overbearing fans so you decided for the time being, it was the right choice.

As Jack gained more attention within the industry, he also gained much more attention from women which truth be told, was starting to become a difficulty for Jack.

Jack sat on the couch with his head in his hands as he rubbed his temples. “Ma you gotta calm down—”

“No I’m not gonna calm down! You were flirting with her on camera! I keep trying to be understanding of how all of this can help your career but you’re constantly direspecting me either by flirting with other girls or having them up all over you!” you exclaim. “It’s not fair to me.”

Jack let out an annoyed groan. “I told you it meant nothing but gaining a connection! Her team literally contacted me to do a song together so it’s obviously for work!” he yelled.

You take in a breath as your eyes collect with tears. “It still hurts to see Jack! You do it too much now,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t…I don’t wanna be a secret anymore. I can handle the attention because I want people to know you have a girl,” you sniffle.

Jack clenched his jaw and his hands balled up into fists while he shook his head. “I’m not doing this right now Y/N! Just drop it,” he groaned. “I’m not ready for people to know.”

You can’t help but scoff. “Jack we’ve been together since senior year! You can’t keep hiding me and letting girls come up and flirt with you! If you keep acting like you’re single then you’re gonna end up single…” you sigh.

“Yeah well maybe that’s what the both of us need right now.”

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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sleepless: steven grant

Summary: Y/N can’t sleep... luckily, Steven knows how to calm her.

Word Count: 839 words

Pairing: Steven x fem! reader

Warning: None, just pure fluff :)

hi! i did a similar hc post which you can find here :) oh and i’m also reposting this, it was the first thing i wrote for Tumblr but wanted to edit some things, so yeah

She couldn’t sleep. Normally, she would be fine staying awake, lost in her thoughts until whenever Steven, Marc or Jake was up. But, she hadn’t been sleeping a lot lately. Too many of the wrong thoughts, the anxious kind that kept her brain whirring and stomach churning.

After the fifth time of tossing over, she gently turned over to face Steven. He looked so peaceful, so content. A mere glimpse of his face was enough to make her smile, her heart skipping a beat. But watching him made her feel even more overwhelmed. She could feel herself begin to get restless, this just adding to her nerves, her tiredness. Finally, she decided to just get up and do something until either she fell asleep, or morning came.

Slowly, she removed the duvet off her body, reaching her feet down to the floor, wincing at the slight creak of the bed. She didn’t want to wake up Steven, not with him sleeping so soundly. So, she tried to be quiet, eventually sitting up before making her way out of the bed. The transition went rather smoothly… until she lost her way in the dark and stubbed her toe on the nightstand.

“SHIT-” she practically shouted before quickly covering her mouth. But it was too late; Steven was up in a flash.

“BLOODY HELL WHAT HAPPENED?! Y/N/N?” She found the lamp in the dark and switched it on, looking at Steven’s face, illuminated with worry. She winced at the slight throb in her toe.

“I’m alright. Just stubbed my toe. I’m sorry I woke you, darling, I didn’t mean-”

“Shh it’s okay, come ‘ere, let me look.” She went to protest but he was already sitting her on the bed as he examined her injury.

“How does it look, doc?” she joked, and Steven mocked seriousness.

“Bad. Terrible. We shall have to cut it off.” She chuckled as Steven got back up unto the bed, gently caressing her cheek as he passed her. “I think it’s alright. Does it feel okay? Not broken or anything?”

“Feels fine. Thank you, Steven.” She offered him a smile to which he returned, before rubbing his eyes tiredly. Guilt filled her insides. “I’m so sorry for waking you up, I shouldn’t’ve been such a baby-”

“Nonononono, darling, ‘s okay! Why were you getting up, my love?” She stayed sat up, fiddling with her hands to avoid confrontation.

“I just…” she cut herself off with a sigh, shrugging.

Steven shuffled so he was sat in front of her, taking both her hands into his and gently caressing her palms with his thumbs. “You can talk to me, Y/N/N, you know that don’t you? Darling?” She nodded, feeling tears brim her eyes. Fuck don’t cry. She told herself, but he was so nice, and she felt so tired…

“I’m just overwhelmed. Everything is too much, and my head is swirling, and it never stops. And I just, I want to sleep but my brain doesn’t rest right now and ugh I’m sorry I don’t want to burden you with this, I didn’t mean to wake you, Steven-” she cut herself off again with a choked sob, all of it washing over her, and Steven didn’t hesitate when bringing her into his chest, stroking her back comfortingly.

“Oh my love. I had no idea, you don’t need to be sorry, honey. Shh, it’s okay, let it out, all of it, don’t want it to get bottled in that head of yours, eh? There you go.” His words carried her through the storm, and she gradually felt herself get settled, the grip she had on his top loosening slightly as her sobs subsided. “I’ll help you with whatever work I can, okay? All of us will. We can get through it one bit at a time. But right now, there’s nothing more you can do, not tonight, okay? You deserve rest, you need to rest. So let’s do that. That alright, my love?” She nodded, feeling comforted by his words.

Steven kissed the top of her head once, twice, before slowly lifting her head up with his hands. He swiped some of the tears away with his thumb before gently kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, before finally, her lips. So softly, it made her dizzy, made her worries melt away. She smiled against his lips, and he noticed, pulling away grinning.

“There’s my girl. Shall we go to sleep, my darling?”

“Yes please.” She croaked out, and he smiled at her lovingly, shuffling around on the bed so that he was lying back under the duvet, before bringing her with him. She settled with her head against his, leg swung over his own, and her arm around his neck. She felt completely safe as he traced her skin with soft touches, whispering comforting affirmations to her as her eyes became heavy. “Thank you, Steven.” She whispered.

“Of course, my love.” He replied, placing a last kiss to the top of her head, “Always.”

#Steven Grant #steven with a v #steven grant x reader #stevengrant #fem!reader #moon knight fluff #fluff #ff #moon knight imagine #Moon Knight #moon knight fanfic

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jacobsbigmelons · 1 year

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after waking up from my nap, i am now only thinking of Jacob (edit. and pain. did i mention pain? yeah pain)

i’m so very sorry but after having one angsty thought now I need to make it happen (reqs i see you fear not!)

A shot not worth shooting

Jacob Custos x Male reader(?)(idk if this necessarily counts but let’s roll with it)

angst, reader character death, slight gore descriptions, reader turned werewolf, arguing, maybe ooc jacob? i legit have 0 clue how he’d act

The tourniquet Abi applied to your thigh a little while ago helped stop the profuse bleeding from your thigh, your wound, slightly exposed to everyone since your pant leg was ripped from the top definitely wasn’t the best sight to see.

“How do you feel?” Kaitlyn said as she stood in front of you, your arms wrapped around your one healthy leg as your wounded one laid to the side. “I don’t know…I feel like my senses are overloaded or something.” You slowly laid your head on your knee as to try and ignore the very apparent headache that’s made it’s way ever since your encounter with…whatever that thing was.

“Do you remember what it looked like? We couldn’t really decipher a lot from how panicked you were a bit ago…” Dylan said, tilting his head in slight curiosity incase you’re able to give any information. “God like…a human but a dog? it moves like a dog but looks like a human? I don’t know, I really don’t.” It became clear with your hands now beginning to run through your hair as a means of trying to sooth yourself that something was wrong and it wasn’t because of blood loss or anything.

An hour maybe two went by, you were able to muster the willpower to find yourself with Jacob close to the dock, the quiet lake was peaceful despite the crickets and their chirping. Your leg was surprisingly not too painful when you walked, could be that the tourniquet is numbing it or maybe your mind is at way too many places to focus on the pain. You two sat on the dock as Jacob held you his arms as a way to sooth the fear from earlier.

Your forehead laid upon Jacobs forearm as his pulse from his wrist was distinctly becoming more and more apparent to your ears, a slight ringing accompanying the random fixation. Your heart rate picked up, your fingertips became numb, your saliva glands kicked into overdrive but not before Jacobs voice brought you back to your bearings. “You okay?” He said slightly concerned while his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand.

“Sorry I…I think my adrenaline from earlier is barely fading away or something, so i’m feeling pretty tired.” You gave him a small toothless smile before resting back onto his forearm. A half hour went by before Emma, Kaitlyn and Dylan were in the building behind you two. Their voices slightly heard made you in a way feel more safe knowing your friends are with you. You should feel more comfort, even secure knowing they’re there right…? Those thought peered into your mind, you only felt safer for just a few seconds when you realized they were there so why is your heart racing so much? Why is your breathing beginning to get a lot more heavy?

“Babe you okay?” Why was your breathing becoming so much faster? your healthy leg more fidgety? The smell of iron in the air so much more apparent? Louder voices? when did they get here…why is everyone so loud…when did you get on your side? “Why the fuck are they making that sound?!” Kaitlyn said, her gun in her hand, trying to find every excuse she won’t have to use it.

The groaning- no growling coming from you was throwing everyone off track, Jacobs hand on your back wasn’t helping and everyone trying to make sense of it only added to your irritation. If they weren’t already freaked out, the sudden, very loud blood curdling scream you emitted definitely would. Your legs picked yourself up without you even trying to get up, you were practically clawing at your face while trying to figure out any way to stop this sudden overwhelming feeling.

Jacob took it as his sign to back up from you to the others, though everyone freaked when Kaitlyn backed up slightly as she aimed down sights directly at you. “Kaitlyn! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jacob snapped “You can’t just shoot him!” Dylan chimes in “Shut up! both of you!” Emma also chimed in. You were merely making whimpers at this point before you finally looked behind you at Kaitlyn, directly in her eyes as a barrel of a shotgun was pointed right at you. “Kaitlyn please for the love of god put the fucking gun down please!” Jacob pleaded, clearly not understanding the situation at hand. Dylan’s quick back-stepping elicited Emma even Kaitlyn to do the same which eventually Jacob followed too.

Your heaving breaths had this disturbing addition to it, a noise almost like reverb which made everyone on edge. Until you quickly returned to loud whining as you fell back to your knees as the clawing at your face was happening again. “R-Run, fuck you guys need to get out!” Your voice now with a disturbing echoing reverb of your voice made way. “Guys let’s just fucking go” Emma demanded, Dylan nodded along with her “What?! We can’t just fucking leave him-“ Jacobs sentence interrupted by your now booming voice “FUCKING RUN, JUST GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE.” You screamed out as Emma practically had to yank Jacob before he even got the chance to think, the others running behind them. “Why the fuck are we leaving he needs fucking help!” Jacob yelled “Did you not see him?! He’s becoming one of those things, Nick did the same shit…kinda but still the same-“

The sudden howl made it all obvious what was happening, Jacobs denial not wanting to believe what you are now, though his thoughts don’t last long before a loud growl through the trees somehow caught up with the group. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck what the fuck is actually happening” Kaitlyn said to herself, Jacob had a cold sweat as his mind put everything in perspective unfortunately. What he didn’t know was the silver bullet cocked into the shotgun. Their run was cut short as you leaped out at them in hopes for your first kill, though you were just barely off Kaitlyn immediately aimed right back at you again.

“Dude it’s fucking y/n, you can’t shoot you just- you can’t.” Jacob begged as his hands were trembling “So what? let him kill us? I can’t just not do anything” Kaitlyn said, her gaze on you for as long as possible, thought her one mistake was staring at Jacob for just that split second. You took the opportunity and ran disturbingly quick at the group, Emma’s screams and Dylan’s panicked screaming for Kaitlyn to shoot brought her focus right back to you.

You…the councilor that everyone felt like they could befriend? the councilor that was that perfect mix of sweet yet sarcastic? The councilor now boyfriend of a pretty yet dumbfounded guy? Kaitlyn can’t shoot, she wouldn’t do that to Jacob. Or at least that’s what Jacob thought. The sound of a shotgun filled the air, Jacobs balled up fists hiding his gaze from you, the others quiet.

The writhing of your newly transformed body tried to fight its way back to life in any way it could, the bullet hole going right through the shoulder. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck this didn’t just happen” Jacob tried to reason with himself as he finally turned just a bit as your now limp body laid on the dirt road. Your limbs twitching as the abnormalities began to slowly revert back to much more of a human look.

Kaitlyn couldn’t help but drop her gun after coming to terms with what she had just done, both of her hands now covering her face out of guilt as she muffled apologies, unable to look anyone in the face. Jacob couldn’t bear what he was feeling as he once again looked away before staring Kaitlyn down, his eyebrows creased with anger. “YOU FUCKING SHOT HIM?!” Jacob screamed taking a step towards her “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WANT ME TO DO?! LET HIM JUST KILL US? DID YOU?” Kaitlyn retaliated, moving her hands from her face.

Both had red puffy eyes, their voices cracking from fighting with one another. Emma’s lament pulled the two away from one another as she was now next to your body, now back to its human form. Blood pooling beneath your corpse as Emma couldn’t help but weep for what happened. Dylan merely sat, hands around his head trying to contemplate the last few minutes. “This night has to be some fucking nightmare” she cried as her accusation was proven false by just how real your body felt, the blood that covered her hands as she felt your lifeless body.

At this point the two were done fighting, now slowly making way to where you were. It didn’t take long before the four councilors sat next to you, as dangerous as it was with whatever these things roaming the forest were, they couldn’t leave. Let alone Jacob.

His hat somewhere along the dirt, his hand holding yours, begging to feel some kind of sign you’re still alive. Though your lifeless, bloodied eyes only stared at Jacob with lost hope as you breathed your last breath awhile ago.

#jacob custos #the quarry #jacob custos my fucking beloved #i’m so sorry omg #i had the thought after waking up from a nap #so #pls don’t be mad lmao #idk if this counts as an x reader since u kinda…get deaded lmao #nonetheless i hope you enjoy?#ALSO I SEE THE REQS FEAR NOT ILL GET TO THEM WHEN I CAN <33 #the quarry jacob #the quarry jacob custos #x male reader #jacob custos x reader #jacob custos x male reader #x reader

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eurydicesflower · 7 months

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From the Start (zoro/robin)

Pairing: Nico Robin/Roronoa Zoro Tags: Modern Setting, Light Angst Warnings: None Word Count: 2.4 k Summary: A flight to Logue Town that will reconnect two long-time friends, and a song that will rekindle the old flame. A/N: light angst for angstober 2023 (no particular prompt, but this draft has been up since last year so i decided to finish this one) Also posted on: Archive of Our Own

“This is an announcement for passengers on flight N1127 to LogueTown. The flight has been delayed due to bad weather conditions… We are sorry for the inconvenience.”

The flight announcement has been repeated so many times now. Of course, it will be so tiring to hear it when you were supposed to be arriving the next day to visit your close friend in Cocoyashi.

Robin: im sorry, nami might arrive a day late : ((

Nami: don’t worry, it’s fine!!! at least we know that you’re going to make it :D loveyewww <3

Honestly, this delayed flight should have been making her insane right now, but when she received the text from Nami, her mood shifted. Her reassuring text had earned a small smile on Robin’s face. Taking a deep breath, she whipped out her phone and read the manuscript Koala sent to her. Just a little peak. There shouldn’t be any work-related things hindering her vacation, but it wouldn’t hurt to check some edits here and there.

“Is this seat taken?”

Robin didn’t mind looking up, “No, no, it’s fine,” before she started reading one of the lines from the manuscript. A minute later, she just realized who that was. She recognized who that voice belonged to.

“Zoro?” She never meant to mumble it out loud, and it seems the man had heard her.

“Oh. I didn’t recognize that it was you.”

It was a lie. She knew he was lying.

“Yeah, me, too! Are you also going to Nami—? Wait, you don’t have to tell me. Of course, you’ll be going there, too. How long has it been, two years?” She joked, which made Zoro chuckle for a bit. She still likes hearing him chuckle.

“Hey, it might feel like two years, but it’s only been a year since you left. By the way, how are you? Nami told me that you’re already working at the National Archive Museum in Ohara like you always wanted. Is it true?”

He remembered. Of course, why would he not know that? They had been friends for so long. Besides, Zoro has always been a supportive friend, and Robin always appreciates what he has done for her even the smallest things.

She smirked at him lightly. “I’ve been well… And yes; it’s also been a year since…”

“The day you left.” He completed her sentence before an awkward silence filled in the gap of their conversation. Robin didn’t know what to say, andso did he.

“Well, surprise, I’m back.” She chuckled, breaking the silence. “Did you miss me?” She teased.

“I would be lying if I said that I didn’t miss you.”

“Hah. Stop it…” He was a madman.

There goes him, giving her mixed signals and that signature smirk of his. That’s one of the worst things about having Zoro as one of your close friends. She hates it when he is unpredictable. And most probably, that's one of the reasons she likes him, thinking that their dynamic fits the same wavelength, which eventually causes her to fall for him for about four years.

“How’s your girlfriend?” She changed her subject.

“Oh… We ended our relationship before our first anniversary six months ago…”

“Oh. Oh… Sorry about that.” Robin didn’t know that bit of his relationship. How come she does not know—? ‘Oh, never mind,’ she thought. Once again, their conversation came to halt, and Robin went on reading the manuscript on her phone before she switched on another app on her phone to scroll mindlessly and watch silly contents.

“Did you really mean it?” Zoro broke the silence.

“What?”

“That night.”

“Zoro, I didn’t remember—”

He then showed a video of her singing at the karaoke during her despedida party. At first, she didn’t know what he meant, but slowly, the realization sank in when she sang the last words of the song, extending her hand, and pointing vaguely at someone in the audience.

“I think I was drunk that time.” She lied.

He scoffed, not actually believing her word.

“What?”

“You had a flight the next day but I know you’re not a lightweight drinker—”

“And so? I am just singing a silly little song about unrequited love, so?”

He was about to counter what she said. “Never mind, forget about it.”

“So, why are you bringing this up right now after a year?” Robin questioned him.

Not that she was bitter last year (she was); she blocked him from all of her social media accounts that she could think of. She hadn’t heard him for so long, and then he just shows up like nothing happened? Wow, that was just so uncool of Zoro, to be honest.

“Maybe it just took me so long to realize..." He stared at his feet, avoiding Robin’s gaze.

“Why now?” she asked before he could even complete his sentence.

Despite the loudness sinking in, another silence wraps them away from the noise of the airport. Robin didn’t want to hear what he was about to say next. She wanted to cover her ears. Not that she was waiting to hear him say those words out loud, but… why now?

///

Every moment in our lives comes into bits and pieces, whether you want to keep them or not. For Robin, seeing her friends for the last time at Baratie’s before her flight the next day would be one of her best and saddest decisions in life. Spending every moment to the fullest, she never knows when she will experience this once again.

“Robin!!! We’re going to miss you.” Nami pulled Robin into the tightest hug. “Who’s going to come with me when I go shopping?”

“You can take Sanji with you during your shopping sprees," Robin joked, and Nami glared at her playfully. “Okay. Okay, and maybe next time when I get back.”

“And what if that will take more than two years? Or worse, ten years…”

“Don’t worry, I promise I will be back next year.”

“You promise that. I believe your word, Robin.”

“And so Mosshead decided to show up late when Robin-chwan is already here! Why are you fucking late—?" Sanji shouted at the back when someone had arrived.

“Sorry, we’re late.”

“Who’s we?” Sanji quipped before he was visibly stunned along with his friends when Zoro was with a turquoise-haired woman.

“Everyone, this is Hiyori, my girlfriend.”

Half of his friends were surprised, and half of them were bewildered, when Zoro just nonchalantly announced having a girlfriend. Robin, on the other hand, didn’t know what to feel. She should have been happy for him. She was his friend, of course. But the more that she stares at their happy couple faces, Robin would rather get drunk than stay miserable.

“Wow, I never thought," Sanji murmured. “How long have you been together?”

“A month.”

“A month? And you kept this from us?”

“I just wanted to introduce her to you guys and to Robin as well.” Zoro smiled and introduced his ‘girlfriend’ to all of their friends. The woman smiled sheepishly at them while holding Zoro’s hand.

“Girl, are you okay?” Nami shared a concerning look at Robin.

“Don’t you just think I should have scheduled my flight a little bit earlier, so I couldn’t see this?”

Robin would be lying to herself if she said there was no jealousy bubbling up inside her guts. She couldn’t even handle looking at the couple. Nami was the only one who knew of her secret. It’s been more than one year— no, three years— she concealed what she felt for Zoro. And the moment when she wanted to tell him, maybe she should just forget it. She’ll be living away from them anyway,so it wouldn’t even matter in the end.

“Robin, it’s not your fault.” Nami held her hand and squeezed it. “We didn’t even know that he would be hard-launching his ‘girlfriend’ tonight. And this is also the first time he mentioned this to us? Like, why now?”

"Just... let’s just don’t think about that. And just enjoy the night.”

And so they did.

Her friends had prepared a night to remember, not a night to resent. She wouldn’t let her friends’ efforts go to waste just because of one minor inconvenience; she would make this night hers. The night went on, and everything was smooth sailing. Robin almost forgot what had made her mood shift for a little bit. Thanks to her friends, Robin never felt the sinking feeling—or, that’s what she thought—until Brook asked who was next in line for the karaoke machine, which was Robin’s song.

“Whose song is this? From the Start by Laufey?”

Robin stood up and grabbed the mic from Brook.

The modern bossa nova song opened with a summery guitar strum, and Robin danced with a cute sway of her hips to match the beat of the song's intro, which earned cheers from her friends.

“Don't you notice how I get quiet when there's no one else around?” Robin spared a glance at the man she had fallen for.

She couldn’t quite imagine that she would actually relate to this song after listening to it for, like, weeks now. As she sang the first lines of the lyrics, she imagined that she was the person in the song. When her gaze landed on them, she could see the crease in Zoro’s eyes when he looked at her. The burning pain that she wanted to erase just by seeing Zoro and his girlfriend doing the lovey-dovey gestures that couples do.

“Oh, how I wish you'll wake up one day, run to me, confess your love, at least just let me say…”

For some reason, Cupid shot an arrow into her heart for someone who would never feel the same way as hers. And of course, Robin had a high sense of pride; she would never confess what she really felt towards him. She’d rather let whatever she was feeling wither and wilt rather than actually say what she really feels— except there was a screaming little voice from the back of her head that she wanted to confess tonight, and confess, ‘I loved you from the start.’

She had been thinking about confessing ever since, but for some reason, there was an invisible force that held her lips and mind, reeling her not to. And to think that it has been going on for about two years now— how could she even bottle all this up? Direct and honest Robin was being held back from confessing to her long-time friend.

How could she not say it directly when she was one of the most outspoken people among their friends?

Even the smartest people had a hard time predicting love because, at the end of the day, it was not as easy as analyzing them. Be surprised at the unexpected, and that’s what Robin felt.

“Have to get this off my chest; I'm telling you today…”

When Nami first introduced her to her friends, she was intrigued by him rather than falling in love with him at first sight. Aside from Luffy, who was the most enthusiastic to befriend her during her college years, Zoro was the next one who caught her attention. She thought this was just admiration, but the next thing she knew, this once petty feeling building up inside her chest had built up into the history of genuinely liking someone. She tried to erase him from her mind, but the more she tried, the harder it was for her to move on. However, that night, she found a solution: vaguely confess with a song, then pretend and forget like nothing happened.

“I know I’ve loved you from the start.” She ended her mini-performance by extending her hand, vaguely pointed at the audience. ///

“I talked through Nami about this a month ago, and I really wanted to see you, so...”

“Zoro, just tell me already and—”

“I actually liked you before, Robin.”

Robin stared at him for a moment, so speechless that she couldn’t move her lips to respond with a witty reply.

Between her and Zoro, Robin was the most direct between them. She was brutally honest, and she was flawlessly fluent in any spoken word. But as soon as she heard what Zoro had said that evening, she knew that night was full of surprises. First, her flight to Cocoyashi was delayed; second, Zoro showed up beside her, boarding the same delayed flight; and third, his confession? What is happening? She even pinched herself to make sure tonight was real. Any moment now, she should be waking up. But she didn’t. This was real. It was happening in real time.

“What did you just say?” Deep breaths— inhaling and exhaling thoroughly, processing through what Zoro had just said. Even if she wanted to hear this for a long time, the crippling doubt creeped in. “Did you just mean to tell me this? Wait— Ah, ah.” She raised her pointing finger mid-air, stopping him for what he was about to say. “What do you mean before?”

“I liked you, Robin.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” She laughed airily and couldn’t believe what she was hearing at that moment. “How come you didn’t tell me?”

“I thought you didn’t like me before, but not until I rewatched the vid Nami sent the other day.”

That’s it? Robin belted out the loudest laugh that night. Some people beside them started to look at her as if she were crazy. All this time, when she thought he was the one who didn’t like her, she learned this almost the same day she confessed to him. Was the universe playing a joke on her?

“Why are you laughing? Did I say something funny?” He stared at her; brows furrowed in confusion.

“I hate you,” she quipped teasingly with a small smirk on her lips. “And now, you’re meeting me here at the airport, so you could tell that?”

“That’s not what I meant to say…”

“Just tell me already, Zoro so I know—”

“Do you think if we’ve been together, we would make everything work out?”

Once again, Robin was left speechless.

"Zoro, I don’t really know what to say, but… if I say that, let’s talk about this when we get to East Blue. Will you wait?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He smiled at her, never leaving her side.

Robin knew to herself that Zoro was not the romantic type. Yet, there were moments that she would be blown away, and if their friends heard what he had just said, all of them would not believe that the Roronoa Zoro possesses at least a bit of a romantic side in his veins.

And will Robin say ‘yes’ to Zoro’s question? That’s for her future self in three days to decide, even though she already knew the answer.

#zoro x robin #zorobin #zorobin fanfic #zorobin fic #roronoa zoro #nico robin #reg writes

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gudvina · 3 months

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The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 8: Open Fire

Can be read on AO3. <3

74th Hunger Games, part six.

When Effie opened her eyes, the only source of light came from the window. It looked like the sun was setting. They couldn’t have slept for too long. She breathed in the smell of sweat and alcohol that lingered on Haymitch’s skin, and nuzzled her face against his chest.

Effie’s hand met her hair, and she discovered it to be a tangled mess. She looked down to see the faint scratches she’d left on his ribs, and just below, crossing his stomach, the scar. It reminded her of the nightmares that haunted his darkest hours, of everything he’d been through. She traced it delicately and felt Haymitch’s arm tighten around her waist, signalling he was awake.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep”, she raised herself to find the grey of his eyes.

“You were tired”.

Effie sighed and let the tip of her fingers distractedly touch the hair on his chest and follow the line that went down his torso. She’d often found herself playing with it, as she’d never seen anyone’s body hair unstyled; in the Capitol, it was common to be completely shaved, but some people left certain areas untouched, preferring to style them into shapes. The gel hardened the hair, made it stick to the skin, and she’d heard it was a pain to wash away. Haymitch’s hair, on the contrary, was soft, unruly, and while many in the Capitol would frown at it, she found it fascinating.

“What did Crane tell you, exactly?”.

“What I told you. That, unless we win, this edition will be the end of my mandate”.

“I want to know everything he told you”.

He sounded serious enough, and she looked at him again with a sigh. Her conversation with Seneca made her uncomfortable, and she would have preferred simply not to think about it ever again, but Haymitch would never allow her to walk away from it. She’d told him too much.

“We were in the car on our way here, and he told me that I was too involved, said there were rumours, and that I was going to ‘get the burnt end of the stick’. I tried to ask him more, but he didn’t go into details. He just said this will be my last year”.

“Nothing else?”, his eyes burnt through her, undressing her more than she was already.

“He proposed to me”. It wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. She’d never fooled herself that he could love her, or even care about her, but, for some reason, she sensed he wasn’t going to like it. If only for their arrangement. He did say he wanted to know everything, though, so she couldn’t leave that out.

She expected him to make fun of Seneca or their relationship, to dismiss the whole thing with a crass word, but his reaction surprised her. He tightened his grip on her, trapping her in his embrace.

“What did you say?”

“This isn’t the first time, Haymitch. Do you see me married?”

“Not to him!” he scoffed, and she felt his muscles relax.

Her brows furrowed, but she decided not to question his wording, assuming it had to do with his antipathy for Seneca. She was distracted by the soft circles he kept tracing on her back, anyway. Silence stretched between them until he spoke.

“This year, we will go the extra mile if needed, got it? We will get the girl out of the arena, and we will go home as the winning District. Before you say it; I won’t let the boy fend for himself, but I can only get one of them out. Let’s stick with the one with more sponsors”.

“I wish we could let both out…” she whispered, her voice breaking. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to have to lose one of them, either of them, but Haymitch had his eyes set on the girl and arguing would waste them precious time. It was a small relief that he said he wouldn’t forget about the boy.

“Go to your room and then meet me in the hall, sweetheart. We have work to do” he kissed her cheek, and Effie blinked the tears away before parting from him. It made her feel uneasy, but her makeup was ruined, her dress was wrinkled and unpresentable, and she couldn’t let Cinna or Portia suspect anything about them.

She sneaked back into her room and took a shower, settling under the warm jet. She hoped it would make her feel better, but having to wash Haymitch’s scent from her body didn’t do much to calm her frayed nerves.

A part of her, the rational, feet-on-the-floor part, worried. He was set on winning. Winning meant staying, and seeing more children die. If she was honest with herself, her mandate ending didn’t upset her half as much as she thought it would. She’d opened her eyes a long time ago to the realities of the Games, no matter how much she liked to play it off.

No, what upset her the most was what it meant for them. It meant she was never going to see him again, apart from the sporadic events she would be required to attend. He’d have to deal with the Games on his own, with a new escort who might just let him drink himself to death, unhappy with her assigned district. She, on the other hand, would have to live a life without him, having to bear alone her share of the burden with no one to understand it beside her. No one who knew her as well as he did.

From the first years of their affair, he’d made it clear she would never be anything for him. She was just his way of getting back at the Capitol. A good fuck at best, but nothing more. He’d told her he didn’t care what she did or didn’t do, whether she left or stayed, and on many different occasions. She’d been foolish enough to believe she could play that game, too.

That she wouldn’t care, that he was just the same for her. A way of relieving herself of the guilt and grief that opening her eyes had caused. The first year she’d done a great job at convincing herself. She’d taken his jabs without even batting an eye, and almost didn’t seek him outside of the bedroom or her duties.

But her heart was treacherous. Gradually, she’d started to see a glimpse of what lay underneath, and she’d concluded that he was a good man. He wouldn’t admit it, maybe even to himself, but she saw it; she saw it the times his mask cracked when one of the promising children died; she saw it the times he took under his wing the new Victors; she saw it when he was a good friend to Chaff. Her heart saw it too and never recovered.

No one had ever made her feel like he did. When she was a girl she thought her feelings- butterflies and stomach pains- for Seneca were love. He was handsome, he liked her well, and their families wanted them to marry. He incarnated everything she was supposed to want. What could it be if not true love?

Haymitch taught her the difference in the hardest of ways.

She loved everything about him. It wasn’t about how he made her feel, about compliments or good manners. It was him. Every aspect of him. His body wasn’t perfect after years of alcohol abuse, yet she knew it and loved it. He didn’t smell of roses, or any other scent that trended in the city. Still, whenever it surrounded her, she felt at home.

With every year that passed it was getting harder and harder for her to let go of him, and when the Games were off, she spent her days waiting to see him again. She’d tried to call him a few times, but his phone was disconnected, and she didn’t push him to get it repaired. She was desperate for him. When it got especially bad, she listened to his old interviews and fell asleep to the sound of his voice.

Effie couldn’t imagine what losing him forever would feel like. It left her breathless, so she tried to switch her focus to getting ready. She turned off the water and draped herself in a towel. In her room, her eyes studied the opened wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear for the rest of the evening.

She chose to settle with a night-blue wig that was scattered with tiny stars and a matching dress. It was pretty, but comfortable. After doing her makeup using the same shades, she let herself into the corridor, walking towards the Screens’ hall. Chin up, smile!

With each step she let her armour take over, and when she stepped into the room her escort smile was already up, greeted by Cinna, Portia, and Haymitch, who was holding a half-empty glass of liquor. On one of the screens she saw Katniss settled for the night, strapped to the branch of a tree. The girl looked down and spotted the boy amongst the Careers.

“She won’t understand what he’s doing”, said Portia. She could read in her voice a bit of uncertainty.

“No, she won’t. But we don’t need her to understand, not now”.

Haymitch’s answer reminded her of Katniss’ reaction to the star-crossed lovers bit, but she didn’t say anything and just sat beside him, occupying her signature spot. It was time to work.

***

“Fucking turn to the left”, he muttered under his breath. The screen showed the girl staggering around, trying to fight the effects of dehydration. She wasn’t too far from water, and he couldn’t waste precious resources on something he knew she could find on her own, no matter how much Effie screamed at him. She’d thrown her heels, a glass, and a marble statuette- one he’d never seen before, had it always been there? - in his direction, trying to convince him to send the girl water.

Admittedly he was tempted, if only to keep Effie’s mothering instincts at bay, but if the girl had half the spunk she seemed to have he knew he’d have to hold out.

He turned away from the screens to look at Effie. They were in the Sponsors’ Lounge, and she was sitting beside Finnick, Cashmere, and Blight. Her hands moved frantically, and her white shoe tapped rhythmically on the linoleum floor. It was clear she was venting about him, and he had to fight the urge to smirk.

He saw Finnick trying to reassure her as Cashmere took a sip of her drink, nodding at the boy’s speech. Blight, on the other hand, looked at her with a knowing smile. He knew that at least half of the Victors had an idea of what truly went on between Effie and him, and the truth was that he didn’t mind too much.

Of course, he’d guessed what rumours Crane hinted to. The dangerous affair that, if ever aired, would have created the most perduring scandal in the entirety of Panem. He didn’t see anyone dying to expose them, though.

“Can I sit?” For a second, Haymitch couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Or who. A black wig styled in a pretzel shape, a pastel yellow gown that touched the ground, and black, small, almond-shaped. The years had been kind to her. He wondered if she’d sustained surgeries, but for some reason, it didn’t seem right. Gloria Shimmers looked as beautiful as she did the last time he’d seen her.

“By all means” he answered with a frown.

“I’ve come to sponsor your girl”, she smiled, and in the smoothness of her voice he detected a bit of amusement “Dear Effie doesn’t look too pleased”.

“Just angry with me. I know the girl can find the water, but she goes all crazy with the kids”.

“I know, Chaff told me. In all truth, I’ve also come to see her. She asked me to meet yesterday, and told me about her conversation with Crane”.

“I have it under control”, he grumbled. He knew the kind of relationship Effie had with Gloria. It was much akin to a mother-daughter relationship, and while he had no qualms about it, he didn’t want to know what the senior escort thought.

“Sure”, Gloria said, bored with him, “You know, it’s more personal, for Seneca. I think he doesn’t take kindly to have a district man steal his girl away”. Her wording irked him, and he glared at her. It didn’t intimidate her, but he kept at it as he spoke.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. By the way, didn’t they break up a while ago? She isn’t his girl”. It was a sorry attempt to sound detached, but he could hear his suppressed anger. The woman broke into an amused laughter and shook her head.

“Lord, I wonder what my Effie sees in you”, she said more cheerfully than the conversation required, and he wondered if it was just an escort thing to put up a mask or if Gloria and Effie just had that in common, “Anyways, I think Katniss found the water”.

On one of the televisions, the girl was getting up, following a patch of muddied dirt. Instinctively, he looked toward Effie’s direction, seeing her beam at the screens before gifting him with the brightest smile he’d seen from her in weeks. It made him sit taller, and respond with a smirk of his own.

Her gaze soon shifted from him to Gloria. Her eyes widened, and he watched her part from their friends to make a beeline for their stand.

“Gloria! Oh, you came!”.

The two women hugged tightly as if they hadn’t seen each other just the day before. And, maybe, Effie intended to make it look that way. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to know about their little get-together. He decided to act like he didn’t.

“My dear, you know I always keep my promises. Now, I was hoping that I’d be given priority attendance, given that I’m a senior escort”.

“Oh, Haymitch wouldn’t do otherwise, I’m sure!”, she smiled for him. He was surprised at how quickly her anger had disappeared.

“Sure, sure. Old ladies first”.

Effie’s smile faded into a horrified gasp. She fussed over Gloria for his incredibly rude behaviour, apologizing for his sake. “He doesn’t usually behave like this”, he heard her say, and he had to school his expression not to burst out laughing at that obvious lie. Oh, how he liked their little games.

Gloria didn’t seem too offended, to say the truth.

“Don’t you worry, dear. I am past my prime now, and I think we are all able to acknowledge that much. Haymitch isn’t getting any younger himself”. His eyes narrowed, taking a little offense at the jab. He wasn’t old.

“Whatever, any news from the senior bitch? Has she croaked yet?”

“I assume you speak about Liviana”, Gloria wrinkled her nose in displeasure, “No, I only know she was widowed a year ago and has recently married again. Seventy-two and the woman’s still standing. It seems District Twelve’s escorts are always stronger than the others. Imagine, two years ago Iuno has gone to retirement! Poor thing”.

Retirement. The polite way for Capitols to manage terminal illnesses. Not only did you have to deal with dying, you had to do it alone, and avoid to bother anyone around you. Unless they visited, retiring meant complete isolation. No one wanted to deal with the gloom of a dying person.

“Iuno?”, Effie’s eyes widened, “Lord, I didn’t know. Where’s she? I shall visit”.

“It’s a hard fit. You know her, she isn’t like us. These things annoyed her, and now she’s annoyed with herself. I know her whereabouts only because Gratiana was kind enough to tell me. I tried to see her, but she only accepts calls”.

“But… what has she come down with?”.

“I have no idea. She won’t tell”.

“Could it be the morphling?” Effie hesitated. He remembered Iuno, and hadn’t expected the conversation to turn in that direction. He’d never been interested in the world of escorts. It seemed full of frivolous tasks and duties, and beautiful women with empty brains, the only exception to the rule being Gloria and Effie. No matter how stupid they acted.

“It very well could be. It takes its toll, after a while, and I wouldn’t be too shocked if that is her problem. It would explain how unaffected she sounds by the whole thing. I can’t bring myself to ask, though. The subject is quite touchy”. For me. The implication wasn’t lost on him.

Effie’s hand rested on the older woman’s arm, and he looked away. Gloria might not look any less beautiful than she did at the peak of her career, but she’d lost a lot of her spark since Jasper’s loss. Had she been his wife, she would have painted the perfect widow.

He looked away, uncomfortable, and saw Crane standing by the hall’s entrance. He was talking with one of the sponsors. Despite the amicable demeanour he sported, the man kept glancing at them anytime he had the chance, and it was making him angry. What did he want?

Suddenly, his eyes shifted to the screens and Haymitch’s scowl darkened. It took him a while to realize that everyone else was staring that way as well. He felt Effie drop on the couch close to him, and vaguely registered Gloria trying to reassure her. When he looked up, his face fell.

Fire.

Fire everywhere. Shooting straight in Katniss’ direction. The girl was running, trying to dodge each attack, but she’d sustained some damage, and the smoke was quickly getting to her. He glared at Crane, who was still leaning against the door’s frame, holding his gaze. If he could only catch him in a room without Peacekeeper…

He looked towards Effie, who hadn’t even noticed Seneca. She was holding Gloria’s hand so tightly her knuckles whitened, but the woman held her back, trying to give her support, and Haymitch cursed the whole Lounge. If this had happened in their close quarters, he’d be the one to hold her through it.

He almost felt ashamed of his own thoughts. Who was he kidding? She’d be the one to hold him, to hope for the two of them.

Just as he’d made his resolve to get up and remind Crane who he was, the attacks faded and came to a halt. Yes, the girl was in pain and probably a little intoxicated by the fumes, but she was alive, and close to another source of water.

He looked again towards the Hall’s entrance, but didn’t see the Gamemaker anymore. Just then, the gong rang. It didn’t matter in what state they were in. The show must go on, and, as if the sound demanded it, Effie and Gloria quickly wore their masks.

He signed the latter’s deal, and thought back at Crane’s appearance. He wondered what it meant.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #thg series #<3

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awritingcaitlin · 1 month

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🎻Find the Word Tag

@kaylinalexanderbooks tagged me for the words: disappoint, raise, bland, flexible

I'll (gently) tag: @sentfromwolves, @juls-writes, @jess-p-edits, @tananaphone, and @ryns-ramblings

For the words: stairs, tools, know, joke, snort

Snippets from Heist under the cut (couldn't resist with ~flexible~ 😁)

✨DISAPPOINT

When they got upstairs, Lelia was disappointed to find that the astronomy exhibit was roped off with a sign that said: “Telescope Unveiling: 2000.” There would obviously be no early entry. “Here, let’s get a drink,” she said, needing an excuse to stay up there anyway and start looping the hallway crystals. “I am trying to keep a clear head tonight,” Em said, sounding almost warning. “I’m just getting a cola for the sugar,” Lelia said. “Nothing alcoholic.”

🎻RAISE

Em grabbed the lockpick tools and started on the lock she was kneeling by. She fought back feelings that something was going to go wrong. They’d already had a few hiccups, which was sometimes enough to dissuade her from thinking that something worse was going to happen. Not this time. Did this mean something bad was going to happen? No. But she had about four knots in her stomach that weren’t going anywhere until they were free and in the clear. Years of practice and experience kicked in and she and Vinny worked in tandem. They got the locks undone at exactly the same time with barely a word passed between them. Vinny smirked and went to raise the case.

📜BLAND BORING

(somehow don't have bland ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

“Well, that’s great to hear,” Ronan said, recovering. “It’s good you’ve found a place. Staying in taverns every night gets tiring. And expensive.” “Like you’d know!” Lelia teased. “Honest!” he replied. “So after I got out of the army, I did a year of contract work. Which, I’ll spare you the boring details on.” As in, he probably couldn’t elaborate.

🎶FLEXIBLE

“If we need to delay your performance, let me know,” Lily said with another smile. “Do you have a way of getting in contact with them?” Lelia and Em shook their heads." Lily offered another smile. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. We’re very flexible here.” Lelia, who made practically a profession making jokes about flexibility, snorted.

#tag games #find the word #my writing #relic of the gods #lelia #em #vinny #ronan #lily

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abbyandersson · 2 years

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The Art of Restraining Two Hearts

Pairing: Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Abby and you were pretty good at hiding your feelings. It was to be expected from Isaac’s top soldiers. However on nights like these where the two of you were just a bit too tired, you failed easily for there was no way your brains could prevent themselves from acting on what your hearts were feeling,

Content warning: no warnings

Stand alone/ part of a series: Part 2 of the Nevertheless series, pieces of writing inspired By various scenes from the kdrama Nevertheless with Abby and reader in focus.

WC: Ca 3k

A/n: editing this was a b so if you see spelling mistakes or any grammar mistakes pretend it isn’t there, just want to get the fic out there because I’ve been sitting on it for more than a week and I’m getting sick of looking at it🫶🏻

The door of your shared room screeched open as an exhausted Abby made her way through it.

The only thing that could be heard throughout the quiet room was the echoing of her boot clad feet and the sparse jingles of her loaded backpack as she made a beeline for her bed.

You, who had been laying in your bed with a book in hand, perked up at the sudden noise in what had previously been a dead silent room.

Abby, who kept a laser focus on the floor, must’ve missed out on the fact that you were in the room with her because she’d usually greet you as soon as she stepped foot through the door.

“Hey, you” you greeted her with a gentle voice, careful not to startle the oblivious woman.

However the greeting seemed to have fallen upon deaf ears because Abby continued in her tracks without replying.

“Abs?” you called out again, voice now tinted with concern from the lack of response and unusual behavior coming from her.

It wasn’t a reply but rather the thump of a backpack hitting the floor that could be heard as Abby went and threw herself straight into bed. She couldn’t be bothered to change out of the clothes she’d worn for the day, opting for the instant comfort of her bed instead.

Before fully succumbing to the comfort of her bed, Abby had mustered up the energy to roll onto her back and shrug the heavy boots off of her feet. With a bit of struggle and grumbling about from Abby she had finally managed to get them off before allowing them to meet the same fate as her backpack did. It didn’t take long after that for Abby to roll back onto her stomach and bury her head into her sheets, hoping and praying that was enough for her to cease to exist.

Light padding of sock clad feet could now be heard as you slowly approached the oblivious woman.

“Long day?” you asked as you sat down on the limited space offered up on her bed. Abby’s figure had managed to take up most of the space as she lay sprawled out on her stomach.

It was a rather amusing sight seeing Isaacs top soldier with her great physique and intimidating presence laying in such a way that resembled much of a starfish that had been violently washed up on shore. Despite the worry you felt for her unusual behaviour you couldn’t help but smile at the endearing sight.

Abby seemed startled at first, body jerking in surprise at the sudden sound of a voice in a room that seemed rather quiet at first. Her head snapped towards the source only to be met with your familiar face.

“Hi” she mumbled out, words muffled by her sheets and face partially covered with the many pillows she’d use for sleep. On top of that she had a makeshift crown of flyaways on her head from all the rolling around that she did.

You almost cooed at the sight, barely holding yourself back from reaching out to cup her rosy cheeks and give each one of them a big wet kiss.

As much as you knew she'd take your affection with open arms, no matter how shy it would make her feel, you choose not to. Her unusual behavior from before indicated she wasn’t having a good day and you’d rather not stir the pot any further by being all up in her face.

“Long day?” Although you asked, twice at that you already knew it’s been a bad day for Abby. All the signs pointed to it- the lack of greeting that usually started at the door, the lack of response from the woman who would initiate most of your conversations, the way she seemed so immersed in her own little world that you knew was just as tumultuous as the physical one.

However Abby never called them bad days. “what’s a bad day to every other day living in an apocalypse, fighting for your survival and constantly losing your loved ones because of it” A rather morbid but rather fair take from Abby.

What you’d describe as a bad day, Abby would describe as a day.

“It’s been a day” She’d usually say if you took notice of some unusual behavior or a lack of communication coming from her or in this case both.

Sometimes those days would be long, sometimes short, sometimes tumultuous, visible for anyone to see even if you stood a thousand feet away from it and sometimes it would be hidden in sight, unable to be picked up by the naked eye.

As if her intimidating presence and great physique wasn't enough of a barrier to get to her heart, she’d even put on an armourer during those days, metaphorically in its essence, well worn and endurable for everything it’s been put through throughout the years. One would have to poke and pry and get cut in the process to get through the metal bulk of a facade she’d decided to wear. However if and once you did, you’d be able to unravel the woman .

The only thing that you have to bear in mind is that every time you try to reach out, you walk a thin line. Too many words would feel suffocating and a touch too much would have the armour back on her body.

That’s why you threaded carefully every time, even though you knew that the line thrown at you was much thicker and much sturdier than it was for everyone else.

That’s also why you stayed put in place, hands kept to your sides even though everything in you wanted to reach out, to stroke her head and pat down the flyaways, to cup her cheek and offer more than just mere words of comfort

She only nodded in response before burying her head back into her sheets, once again wishing they’d be able to make her disappear.

Although the armour served as a barrier, sometimes the old thing would be tired and feel worn and give in to the slightest touch offered, easily unraveling the woman hiding inside.

That’s why you in this very moment dared reach your hand to the very end of her braid, gently pulling down the hair tie that kept it in place. Once you had pulled it down, you started to slowly undo her braid, periodically checking to see that you weren’t hurting her by dropping a “am I hurting you?” or a “Is this okay” and even a “you tell me if I’m doing anything to hurt you”

Sometimes Abby would respond with a hum, sometimes with a nod and sometimes with the shake of her head, sometimes she’d even chuckle at the last sentence as if saying not you, never you. That would be all the reassurance that you’d need for you for you to continue on with your handy work.

Once you had untangled her braid and her hair splayed out across her back in waves, your fingers started to sift through it to make sure there weren’t any tangles left behind. You’d even feel the slight shift of muscles and see the goosebump that rose upon her skin every time your fingernails grazed the surface of her clothed back.

Your hand then found its way to her scalp, fingers sinking into the wavy mane of hair, before rubbing and scratching at it, releasing any tension garnered from the braid.

The woman beneath you could only grunt and groan in appreciation as she took everything you were willing to give her.

“Turn “ you signaled for her to turn with a gentle tap to her forearm.

She complied, although begrudgingly, body too relaxed to move but unable to say no to you.

“Now up” you said, gesturing for her to raise her arms so that you could take her shirt off.

The poor thing looked like it too was having a bad day and was more than ready for a wash. On top of that it had scrunched up and clung uncomfortably to her skin from all the rolling around that she did.

“Would you like for me to bark too?” She asked jokingly but complied with your request.

“Are you into that?” You retorted back as you went to take off her shirt.

Taking the shirt off proved to be a much harder quest than you expected it to be. The sleeves seemed like they were glued to her skin and all that rolling about had the tight fabric of her shirt pulled into all kinds of directions, forcing you to tug at it while having to be careful not to accidentally pinch her in the process.

“Didn’t know you were interested in my sexual preferences” the tug war you’d been forced to have with her shirt had left little to no space between you and her, meaning that her lips now were a mere whisper from your ear.

“Just sit quietly Anderson” you chided and although you had tried to play off your embarrassment, your words came out in a rush and there was no missing your voice crack unless one choose to play dumb.

“Ouch! Using last names now huh?” Abby however opted not to say anything about it and continued on with the banter like nothing happened, something you were much grateful for.

You didn’t respond to her retort, partially because your mind was still occupied with her comment from earlier and partially because your hands were occupied with your task.

At last you’d won the tug war and managed to get her shirt off, her upper body now only clad in a white bra and shirt discarded in your lap.

Looking at it from an outsider's perspective, one ought to feel shy at being in such a compromising with someone. But this was you and Abby- two people who have known each other for years- two people who were more than familiar with each other's bodies. You two shouldn’t feel shy. You had no reason to.

However if someone were to look a bit closer, to places where the dim lights weren't able to reach, they’d see a tint of blush on both parties’ cheeks and your fingers anxiously tugging at the fabric of the discarded clothing.

It didn’t take long before your hand reached under her pillow, pulling out the sweater she’d usually wear to bed. It was a knitted thing that had been a part of your closet for a couple of years. You had lent her, key word lent her the sweater and expected it back at some point but somewhere down the line, it became Abby’s.

It started with a

“It gets cold around here. What if you end up getting sick. How about you wear this sweater I have?”

And a

“There’s no reason for you to be cold at night when I have plenty of sweaters laying around”

To which she’d always reply with

“I don’t need a sweater when I have you to keep me warm”

That would only earn her a glare followed by a simple

“Abigail” that, according to Abby, sounded a bit much like a death threat.

Eventually, with the help of your humble requests and a couple of deadly glares, Abby ended up complying to your wish.

“I mean, I guess you were right. It does keeps me warm.”

“Told you so!”

Now every night you made sure she wore it to bed.

“Come here” you gestured for her to come closer so that you could put it on for her.

Abby complied wordlessly, shuffling closer to you before thrusting her head through the neck hole of the sweater that you held up for her. Her thick mane of hair ended up mostly entrapped by the neck hole, gracing her with a hairstyle that looked much like a bob with some flyaways at the top. A sight that had you both chuckling.

“You know what Abby? You’d look good with a bob”

Abby snorted at that as she pushed her arms through the sleeves, before pulling her hair out of its makeshift trap.

“I’m serious. Actually I think you’d look good in anything “ you confessed, now speaking in a more serious tone as you really took the time to observe the woman in front of you. “Like.. like now.. your hair looks golden with the lights here and everything “ you said, referring to the limited light provided that washed over the length of her hair as your hand reached out to caress it, enticed by the look of it.

Abby didn’t laugh it off this time but rather listened intently to what you were saying, hanging onto every word and carefully observing every action of yours.

Your hand that had been gently caressing her hair now went to cup her face.

“ Your freckles are so pretty too. You have so many . They almost look like….” You trailed off, trying to find the right word to describe them.

“Stars?”

Your eyes lit up as a big smile graced your face.

“Yeah! How did you know?” She knew it all, knew it all too well. Times where you’d get a bit too drunk and the liquor betrayed your tongue, you’d always say they looked like constellations in the sky, specifically one named hydra.

“Your eyes..” you continued, leaning further in to get a closer look at them. Your thumb made its way to her now closed lid as you traced the shape of it “..they have such a pretty color especially in the light”

You dropped your hand from her face before laughing to yourself. Abby raised a brow at that, curiosity and amusement painted on her face.

“What ? What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s just that you’re so pretty in the light yet you prefer to basically live in the dark like you are a vampire or something” you said lightly tapping her cheek, jokingly scolding her for her habit.

“Maybe I am one” Abby retorted back, giving you what you guessed was supposed to be a mysterious look and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at that as you chuckled at her ridiculous antics.

It didn’t take long before you went back to admiring her.

“Even your eyebrows are pretty” You said, tone dripping in disbelief as you carefully brushed over the shape of her brow. Abby didn’t know how much she could take with your hands all over her face, touching her as if the slightest touch would make her break and admiring her every feature as if she was a goddess in heaven and not a mortal down on earth doomed to fight for her survival.

Your hand went back to her cheek.

“I’m jealous” you said so softly it came out akin to a whisper.

Abby looked up at you with her eyes hanging low and mouth ajar before turning her head to the side, nuzzling her face into the palm of your hand.

The tip of her nose started to trace the length of your fingers, starting from the bottom of your knuckles up to your fingertips, basking in the warmth of your skin and taking in the smell that couldn’t be described as anything other than you.

The smell was a familiar one- one Abby knew not only by smell but also by name. It was a soap she had spontaneously picked up one day and had managed to use once or twice before it somehow ended up being mostly used by you. Now it was a smell that reminded her of you.

“We should sleep” you said, breathing now noticeably heavier, your thumb lingering for a moment on her lips before pulling away completely and Abby almost whimpered at the loss of touch

Alright, maybe there was some underlying tension that you and Abby weren’t willing to address. Tension that would arise on nights like these where the two of you were just a bit too tired and your brains couldn’t prevent you from acting on what your hearts were feeling,

Abby stayed quiet, in fear of blurting out something she knows she will regret saying. Instead she only nodded in response, eyes never leaving you as you went to stand up, making your way out of her bed and onto what she assumed was on your way to yours.

However before you managed to go any further, Abby had grabbed onto your arm, stopping you completely in your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Abby asked, tone a bit too similar to the one she’d used for when she was scolding soldiers

You didn’t get the chance to answer her because Abby spoke again.

“I haven’t seen you all day and now you’re going to leave me again?”

In this very moment Abby was thankful for the privacy provided in your shared room for if any soldier were to see her right now they wouldn’t believe that Isaacs top soldier with her intimidating presence and great physic was whining about like a puppy would for its owner.

Abby sat there, wide eyed with her bottom lip jutted out. On top of that her hair was all messed up from all the rolling around and from the rough treatment of her sweater, leaving flyaways and strands of hair sticking out in all directions.

You chuckled at the sight, reaching out with your hand to pat down the strands of hair and she once again nuzzled into the palm of your hand.

“Stay…” stay with me, stay for as long as possible, stay forever if our world allows, stay in this life we've created for ourselves, just stay with me please.

“at least till I fall asleep “

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