#bells's emerald anon

[ahqkas]

I have like a supernatural request and I’m obsessed with mermaids…LIKE 😕 but I would like to request something where mattheo is by a lake. He heard a lot about how there’s a Hogwarts mermaid by this lake. But she only comes out at night. Reader’s scales are so beautiful and it makes him memorized and he starts to sneak out a lot to see her.

-🦋anon

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THE BLACK LAKE WAS CALM AND STILL UNDER THE PALE LIGHT OF THE CRESCENT MOON. Mattheo Riddle stood at the water's edge, his eyes scanning the dark surface, hoping for a glimpse of the creature he'd heard whispers about. The air was cool, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. He'd been coming here every night for the past week, driven by curiosity and a strange, unexplainable pull. Something must be in this lake.

Tonight, however, felt different. The usual silence of the lake seemed charged with an interesting energy. As he stood there, he noticed a faint shimmer beneath the water, a glimmer that was neither a reflection of the moon nor a trick of the light. His heart quickened as he took a step closer.

Suddenly, the water's surface broke, and a figure emerged. You were breathtaking, with scales that glimmered like precious jewels in the moonlight. They ranged from deep emerald green to a soft, iridescent blue, shifting and sparkling with her every movement. Your eyes, perhaps shining even more than the scales, locked onto his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"You're the mermaid," Mattheo exclaimed softly, more to himself than to you. His breath hitched in the back of his throat.

You tilted your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips. "And you must be the boy who has been watching me."

Your voice was melodic, carrying a soothing quality that matched your ethereal appearance. Mattheo felt his breath hitch for the second time in a minute, captivated by the sight before him. He nodded slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

"What's your name?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The shock of your appearance resided in his system.

"Call me [Name]," you replied, eyes twinkling with curiosity as you swam closer, examining his human features. "And you are?"

The boy appeared almost like from another realm. He was beautiful. His features, so distinctly human, seemed strange to you. The round curve of his ear, the redness of his cheeks. Only the look in his eyes matched yours. Wild curiosity for the other world.

"Mattheo," he answered, taking another cautious step closer. "I've heard stories about you. They say you only come out at night."

A chuckle escaped past your lips, a sound that reminded Mattheo of the tinkling of small bells. "The night is my comfort, where I feel most at home. It's safer, too. Humans can be . . . unpredictable."

"I suppose we can be. But I'm not here to harm you. I just wanted to see if the stories were true."

"And now that you've seen me?" you asked him the question, your gaze never really leaving his.

"I'm more mesmerized than I ever thought I would be," he admitted. "Your scales . . . they're beautiful." You are beautiful.

"Thank you," your smile widened upon hearing his words. "It's rare for someone to see me like this. Most are too afraid or simply don't believe."

"Well, I'm not most people," Mattheo said with a hint of pride. "I've always been drawn to the mysterious, the things others overlook or dismiss." And it was the truth. Mattheo had always been curious, his caretakers used to say.

Your eyes softened, and you swam a little closer to the shore, towards him. "Why do you come here, Mattheo? What is it that you seek?"

He thought for a moment, considering your question. "I don't know," he finally said. "Maybe I'm looking for something beyond the ordinary. Something that makes me feel alive."

"You find that in me?" you asked, a touch of vulnerability in your voice. No one has ever treated you with such kindness. No one from the human world, that’s it.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "There's something about you, [Name]. Something magical." And it wasn’t the Hogwarts.

For a moment, the two of you simply looked at each other, the silence between you filled with an unspoken understanding. Then, you broke the spell.

"Would you like to come closer?" asking, you extended a palm toward him.

Mattheo hesitated for only a second before he knelt by the water's edge, reaching out to take your hand. Your touch was cool and soft, sending a shiver up his spine. You gently pulled him closer, and he found himself sitting on the damp ground, his feet almost touching the water, knees soaking the dampness in.

"Tell me about your world," you proposed, eyes wide with interest. "What's it like above the surface?"

Mattheo smiled, realizing he had so much to share. "It's . . . chaotic and beautiful all at once. There are mountains and forests, bustling cities and quiet villages. People can be wonderful, but also terribly complicated. It's a world full of contradictions."

"That sounds fascinating," your voice was full of wonder. "I wish I could see it for myself."

"Maybe one day," Mattheo said, his tone hopeful. "But for now, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

You spent hours like that, talking and sharing stories. Mattheo told you all about Hogwarts, the magical creatures, and the adventures he'd had. You, in turn, shared tales of the lake, its hidden depths, and the creatures that dwelled within. With every word, the two of you grew closer, the bond between you strengthening.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, you let out a sigh. "I have to go. The sun is rising."

"Will I see you again?" Mattheo asked, not wanting your time together to end. He has never felt more connected with someone.

"Yes," you promised. "Come back tomorrow night. I'll be here."

With one last, lingering look, your figure slipped beneath the water, disappearing from sight. Mattheo stood up, his heart full of a strange mix of emotions. He knew he would return, drawn back to the lake by the pull of the mysterious mermaid who had captured his heart. As he walked back to the castle, he couldn't stop thinking about you, the night you had shared, and the promise of more to come.

[lancermylove]

MC is Scared of Them (Scenario)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Malleus, Rollo with gn! Reader.

Warning: Angst

Requested by: Anon

Prompt:  I’m here with the mild angst baybee. Could you possibly write a scenario where Rollo and Malleus (separately) have a crush on someone (GN) who is absolutely terrified of them? Like “one wrong move and they’ll book it” type of terrified of them? How would the boys try to coax them, or do they at all? Tysm ☺️

A/N: Malleus's got a bit more angst than I meant. ><

Word Count: Malleus (454), Rollo (302)

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Malleus

Your existence was nothing less than intoxicating to him. Like a moth to a flame, his attention was always on and for you; if you were nearby, he would study your every movement; if you were nowhere in sight, his eyes would eagerly search for a glimpse of you. It was evident to everyone that Malleus had a crush on you, except you.

To you, he was nothing more than the most powerful mage in that world and the future King of Briar Valley, and his title and power terrified you. Throughout your many encounters, Malleus had discerned you were frightened of him, but this did not deter him from attempting to win your trust and, eventually, your heart.

Seeing Malleus approaching you again, you nervously shifted your gaze to your feet and mentally reminded yourself to stay calm. Your attempt to avoid his gaze was futile, as his attention was firmly placed on you. His gaze seemed to pierce through you as if looking deep into your soul; his green eyes took in your every flaw, yet he saw no flaw.

"Do you fear me, Child of Man?" His firm voice held compassion and a yearning so deep that it was almost primal.

His patience wore thin when you refused to answer his question. Everyone on campus could see how enamored the Prince of Briar Valley was with you, so why could you not see his feelings? You suddenly felt his long fingers brush against your jawline before gently grasping your chin. Malleus tilted your head to look up at him and studied your wide, dilated pupils.

"Do you believe I could harm you?"

A hint of desperation and sadness coated his stern voice as his emerald eyes searched your face for the slightest hint of trust in him. Much to his despair, the dragon prince found nothing but trepidation.

"Tell me, Child of Man. Why do you fear me? Do you believe I am a cruel monster, much like those on this campus?" The desperation and softness in his voice grew as he spoke. "Why do you hold reservations about my intentions?"

Your lips parted slightly as if you were prepared to answer his question, but you swatted his hand away, spun on your heels, and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. Malleus was unprepared for your actions but gave you the space you desired. As the sound of your feet faded into the distance, he sighed deeply and momentarily lowered his head.

"All I ask is for you to grant me the privilege to show you my true self."

Turning in the opposite direction from where you ran, the prince stood motionless and stared into the empty horizon.

Rollo

Rollo refused to admit it aloud, but an overwhelming sense of warmth and pain captured his heart whenever you were near him. Though he may not have been obvious, Rollo favored you over everyone else at Noble Bell, which showed in his leniency toward you.

Was it his poker face or his strictness? Maybe his habit of shutting everyone out or covering his face with his handkerchief as if he was disgusted by every living being around him. Fear. That was what you felt when you were in Rollo's presence. As he approached, you drew in a deep breath to prepare yourself for the uneasiness that was about to ensue.

His piercing gaze bored into your soul, causing a wave of uncertainty to wash over you. Your body froze against your will, but you managed to lower your gaze. Much to your relief, Rollo did not stop to speak to you and continued to the room at the end of the hallway.

Upon arriving at the room, he paused briefly at the entrance and turned his head in your direction as you quickly walked away. He was aware of your fear. Despite his efforts, you never comprehended the depths of his feelings for you, but it was for the best. Succumbing to emotions such as love would act as a distraction from his academic and future pursuits. Yet the flame in his heart refused to extinguish.

An unexpected tenderness briefly flashed in his pale green eyes as your form vanished in the distance. Rollo returned his gaze to the classroom interior and rested his hand over his tightened chest. It was a mere crush and naught more. He did not have the time or luxury to love or pursue the selfish desires of his heart. That was all Rollo could tell himself.

"I am a fool."

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[thatliminal-wanderer]

Moth ID pack

Requested by 🫀🪽 Anon

Names

Aetheria, Angle, Antler, Apple, Arches, Argent, Ashworth, Astralyn, Barberry, Bee, Belle, Blair, Bright, Brighton, Canary, Cherry, Cinnabar, Cistus, Clancy, Clifden, Cloud, Clover, Crimson, December, Dewick, Dot, Dusk, Eclipse, Emerald, Ermine, Fisher, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Galium, Ghost, Grey, Hawk, Haworth, Heath, Herald, Jersey, July, Kentish, Kit, Lace, Lackey, Langmaid, Light, Luna, Lunar, March, Mocha, November, Oak, Oleander, Peach, Pearl, Pine, Pinion, Plume, Reed, Riband, Rose, Rosy, Ruby, Rufous, Sable, Scarlet, Scotch, Silver, Swift, Tiger, Weaver, Winter, Zephyra

Pronouns

antler/antlers, apple/apples, blood/bloods, carpet/carpets, chalk/chalks, cherry/cherries, cloud/clouds, dagger/daggers, dark/darks, dew/dews, dot/dots, eye/eyes, flame/flames, flap/flaps, flutter/flutters, forest/forests, goat/goats, gold/golds, hawk/hawks, heart/hearts, hook/hooks, lace/laces, leaf/leafs, light/lights, luna/lunas, maple/maples, mocha/mochas, moon/moons, moth/moths, night/nights,noct/nocturnal/nocturnals, oak/oaks, plume/plumes, reed/reeds, rose/roses, sallow/sallows, shark/sharks, snout/snouts, swift/swifts, wax/waxes, wing/wings, ☁️/☁️s, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌕/🌕s, 💡/💡s, 🦋/🦋s, 🪻/🪻s

Titles

A Beautiful Nightly Bug, A Flap of Brown Fluff, The Midnight Beauty, The Moon-made Bug, The Moth, The Moth Under The Moon, The Moth of Night, The Nocturnal Butterfly, The Nocturnal Pollinator, The One Who Loves The Moon, The One Who’s Wings Flap At Night, [prn] Who Flutters at Night

Genders

Attlasas, Blackmothic, Cecropiamothaestic, Cinnabarmoth/Goldenemperormoth, Cozymoth, Cutemothic, Deaths-headhawkmoth, Dissocialunarocera, Emperormothbitch, Flannelmothgender, Gianleomoth, Hawkmothbitch, Lepidoeleribitch, Lepidoricibitch, Lepidospinnic, Lepidopteragender, Leucomagender, Lovecoremoth, Lucertineanic, Lunacutie, Lunamoth, Lunamothbitch, Lunamothgender, Lunarocera, Modrightic, Mothbitch, Mothbodiment, Mothboy/Mascptera/Mascrocera, Mothgirlthing, Mothypic, Mothlexic, Oleanderhawkmoth, Papiliogender, Polyphemothbitch, Poodlemothgender, Rosymaplemoth, Rosymaplemothsectic, Rosymaplic, Scarlettigermoth

Other mogai

Aldergardentigermothic, Aldermoth/Mothstelic/Mothvior/Mothvesi, Aldermothlike, Assigned Moth at Birth/AMoAB, Lunamothstelic/Lunamothdernic, Moth Omninoun, Multimothstelic, Nightskyhearthic

[bluiex]

Crow Scar:

Bringing little trinkets to Grian out of appreciation. Grian and Scar randomly meet throughout the week to trade trinkets.

Preening each others wings, little chirps, and caws bouncing off the walls as they help each other.

Scars wings are smaller than Grians, and are duller than other Avian’s (Crows have duller and smaller wings. he can fly) So he felt like he couldn’t be a good enough mate to Grian if his weren’t Big and Shiny, but Grian told him that he loved him and his wonderful black wings.

Crows tail feathers shake like a dog's tail when they are happy and or in a safe place. His tail shakes when he is with Grian or he is really happy. His tail is not pointy, it’s a fan-shaped tail.

If you look closely Scars wings have a mix of Purple and blue in them. Scar use to hide his wings until Grian came to HermitCraft. But in Season seven he lets himself show off his wings.

Crows of a collection of noises like rattles, clicks, coo’s and bell-like notes.

Scar makes these sounds to himself and never around others. But one day Grian caught him doing it and started to Chirp back at him. They do this on a daily bases now, just a bunch of chirping and clicks/cooing sounds at each other.

Crows and Parrots mate for life. Scar, showing off his wings and tail while also bowing to Grian, Cooing and chirping (which is singing) at him showing that he wants him to be his mate.

For close intimacy, their face’s are touching but they are not kissing just nose-bumping each other, and their foreheads pressed together, as if they were touching bills. (My favorite one I came up with)

Scar takes way to long to make his nest. It takes a crow at least two weeks to make a nest, and Grian doesn’t understand why it takes him so long. (Grian takes three days to make his)

Scar hides his nest, Crows are very secretive around their nest, and their nest is a quiet place for them. He likes to nap and Preen with Grian and jellie in his nest.

Crows can hold grudges for generations.. like really. So Scar holding grudges over seasons and worlds with people and they cant MAKE IT UP TO HIM. Anything they do, doesn’t work. But he still nice to them just holds a grudge against them.

Cub has a basket in his base so Scar can drop off the little trinkets he gets of him. They are all blue and shiny sometimes even emeralds.

How you can earn Scars trust is giving him food and trinkets. Mumbo gives him a lot of scrap metal and food. Scar loves it, so he gives His shiniest red stone to Mumbo out of appreciation. (Second Favorite)

Mumbo, Cub, Grian, and Bdubs have feathers from Scar to show they are in his flock. But Grian has his shiniest feather to show who is mate is, and Scar has Grian most colorful Feather for the same reason.

-AAA anon, That anon who said “Scar being turned into a crow Avian when Grian feeds him a special golden apple”-Anon, gave me an idea but I will share it later!

UWAH I LOVE THEM Them touching nose to forehead qoq my heart- they're so in love. I'd like to imagine sometimes, Scar will play with Grian and make other odd noises (trying to scare Grian) but Grian can tell it is Scar, and that is coming from an avian asdjgfdfh

[wickedlyqueer]

heyyyy do you have any multi chapter gelphie fic recs on ao3 that are not a high school or college au?

This was surprisingly hard, between the no-school setting, multi chapter and only on AO3 request. 'Shiz Era' really is the DNA of this fandom lmao.

So forgive me for plugging several of my own fics (im tinyace), bc I do tend to throw gelphie into any setting I like. 😅

Wiretapped Life

101k | Completed | Surveillance State | Mature | tinyace Elphaba has not been seen for almost a decade. Everyone thinks they have died, but not Glinda. She comes up with a plan to find them, and her search unlocks 20 years of memories with (and without) Elphaba. Why exactly is she so desperate to find them? And why now? (Based on a Cold War Germany setting)

Walls of Sanctuary

71k | Completed | Hunchback Inspired | Teen | tinyace Elphaba is used to the quiet in the bell tower of Notre Dame, but the tranquility disappears when Glinda, the new Captain, enters her tiny tower. And the world is all the better and all the worse for it, as the two tumble into the political turmoil that brews within the walls of Emerald City.

And though not multi-chapters, I do have two one-shots that are both over 10k that I think might be the type of fic you're looking for.

rotting corpses lay to rest (where flowers ought to bloom): Mature | 11k | In the Victorian Era, a woman’s power has to linger quietly. That doesn’t stop Elphaba from getting closer to the windowed and beautiful marchioness of Pertha Hills. But the more she gets to know Glinda the deeper she falls in love, and that is a problem… pull a heist on my heart (watch how deep you'll be buried): Explicit | 10k | Vaguely roaring 20s setting with criminal!Elphie and an unhinged Glinda who go heisting. Explicit, though. It's basically p-rn WITH plot so do keep that in mind.

Safe and Sound

55k | Completed | Hunger Games AU | Not Rated (but p sure Teen) | GretchenMaurice Glinda volunteers for glory. Elphaba volunteers for her sister. It only makes sense for Elphaba to kill Glinda on sight when she gets the chance. So what does it mean when she lets the blonde go instead? Hunger Games AU. Gelphie. (One of her oldest fics, but still a good read even if you're not that familiar with Hunger Games).

Expectations

17k | Completed | Modern AU | Teen | show_me_the_universe Elphaba never expected any of this to happen. She never expected to find a chance at love, and to lose it so quickly. Inspired by Hayley Kiyoko's album, Expectations. (unique idea and a good quick read)

Crystal Souls: Heart of Emerald

26k | Incomplete | Mature | show_me_the_universe Basically a fairytale / magical adventure story with both gelphie and gliyeraba. Sadly not complete, but still one of my favorite stories by @gliyerabaa.

And lastly not a fic rec, but a writer rec: MyLittleElphie, whose entire oeuvre (apart from Accidents Will Happen) happens to fit precisely what you're looking for. Multi-chapter fics with well over 350k of words to get lost in. Shoutout to @mylittleelphie for being such a prolific gelphie writer!

That's all that has come to my mind, but if anyone has fics that fit anon's wishes, feel free to add to this list!

[twistedtummies2]

Keyblade anon here: the ask was about which existing keyblades would you give to your ocs.

Gotcha. In that case...for some characters, it's pretty easy. With them, I just find a Keyblade appropriate to their source, since their characters or movies appear in the game and have Keyblades themed after them. However, with others, that doesn't work, since their characters or worlds have NOT appeared in KH, as of yet. With that in mind, if I had to pick Keyblades for each of my boys, here's what I'd do...

Nakoda Spivak = Jungle King.

There are no keyblades themed around the Jungle Book, since it has yet to appear in a KH game at all. This one comes from Tarzan, but...eh. Close enough for government work. :P

Billy Geant = Victory Line

Since Billy's source is "Mickey and the Beanstalk," I wanted to use a Mickey Mouse or Classic Disney-themed Keyblade. I chose this one because it simply seemed the best one for the purpose. Could also be seen as a way of showing Billy's occasionally competitive side. It depicts a tall tower, the keychain section is green and brown to match certain stalks...it will do for the purpose. :)

Elias Inque = Monochrome

This is a Keyblade themed around Steamboat Willie, which is the inspiration for the "Timeless River" world in KHII. While the Phantom Blot has never made a KH appearance, I felt a keyblade that was dedicated to the early days of Mickey Mouse, and the "inkblot style" of animation, was the most fitting choice.

Reno Rovar = Decisive Pumpkin

There are multiple Keyblades (at least two) themed around "The Nightmare Before Christmas." This is my personal favorite of the two, and that is all the justification I need to make this Reno's Keyblade of choice. End of story.

James Killian = Wheel of Fate

The only Peter Pan themed keyblades are based on Peter and Tinker Bell. That did not feel appropriate for James at all. So, insead, I went with one of the keyblades themed around "Pirates of the Caribbean." I can't remember why I specifically chose this one, but it works, so...(shrugs)

Smitty McCarthy = Moogle O' Glory.

I have no great justification for this, other than to say a Moogle-themed keyblade that's all cuddly and cute seems appropriate for somebody like Smitty to use. XD

Maelstrom Baleno = Ocean's Rage.

This was the single easiest to choose. It's a Keyblade themed around Monstro. What better option is there? :P

Theodore Hamilton = One-Winged Angel.

This is a Keyblade themed around Sephiroth from Final Fantasy. Why on Earth choose it for Theodore? Well, there are no Oz-related worlds in KH, so I looked at Theodore's motifs based on the Wicked Witch: shadowy flying monkeys, use of fire magic, flight, and darkness. This seemed to match all those elements, so it's the one I chose.

Grit Gravelle = Treasure Trove.

The Nome King in "Return to Oz" is a rock monster who lives underground and loves emeralds, rubies, and all sorts of other precious gemstones. Grit follows suit with all this. So, for lack of an Oz-themed keyblade that would be appropriate, this seems like the best option for Grit to use.

I'm unsure about a couple of these choices...specifically the ones for Theo and Billy. With Theo, I just couldn't think of one I REALLY liked, and for Billy...I almost went with Sweetstack, but the idea of using a Mickey-themed Keyblade, given the source material, was too tempting. Problem was, none of them really felt "Billy-ish" to me. Other than that, I think the rest are pretty solid. :)

[semi-sketchy]

Gonna be an asshole on another anon again about Underground, but Robotnik was hardly ever been used for slapstick purposes in general. Out of all of the episodes with Robotnik in them, I can only count three of them where he was actually used as slapstick - Wedding Bell Blues, Head Games where he was a bouncy ball at the end, and near the end of the Chaos Emerald Crisis - New Echidna in Town, where Robotnik was used to get Dingo to spit out the Chaos Emerald inside him. Any other time he was shown, he was as intimidating as the show would allow him to be without being too on the nose, with one of Robotnik's lines from Three Hedgehogs and a Baby being him referencing the idea of murdering the Resistance's kids by stating 'Sanctuary will become... Cementary.' quite vilely.

When I said 'Head Games', I meant 'Winner Fakes All'. You know, the one episode that literally is like pretending it was that one SatAM episode with the cheetah robot, but then Sonic goes 'nah' at the idea of participating to the race entirely, when everyone else thought he would?

Yeah, I'm at episode 12 and I haven't really seen him be a joke at any point.

I think overall they do Eggman better here than SatAM despite the tiny amount of screentime. SatAM he just...barks orders at everyone and Ungerground does that, too, but he isn't so try-hard grim. Like he's menacing without going so overboard that he has no other discernible traits. Coming off SatAM, it's kind of a breath of fresh air.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

hi, can i request a fuc with zelena and its just her comforting reader because the reader doesn't feel good enough for her? i hope this makes 😅

- ☆ anon

I’D KILL FOR YOU, I AM FOR YOU

pairing: zelena x reader

word count:

notes and warnings: lyrics from romeo & juliet by peter mcpoland . thank u for requesting this was so fun to write <3 i’ve never written for zelena tho and it’s been super long since i watched ouat lollll

taglist (let me know if u want to be added or taken off!): @cartoonpeoples @thedeconstructionist @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @traumatisedfangirl @mayfair-fleur

There is no greater pain than this silence that overcomes me.

There is no greater burden than the weight that cannot be seen, cannot be felt by anyone but myself.

Day by day, it consumes me.

Day by day, you are blind to it.

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You unlocked the front door, entering the house as quietly as you could. You needed to take in your surroundings before she knew you were home, though you had occupied the house for so long you had no doubt that you could seamlessly move through the house blindfolded.

You could hear the crackling of the fire in the living room, the hum of jazz playing on the radio in the kitchen. All around you resided the feeling of home, of a fulfilled longing you had carried your entire life.

You could feel, as well, her presence — you could feel her joy, the rapture that occurred every time she smiled.

Zelena was humming along to the jazz in the kitchen.

For a moment, you simply listened, basking in the mere suggestion of being near her. Her voice rang like the bells of heaven, perfection rising in every note.

It almost brought tears to your eyes, the simplicity of the moment in front of you. Turmoil had been writing and wrestling in your mind, never ceasing to call your name, and the prospect of walking into the kitchen to see Zelena cooking the two of you dinner promised to dissipate every worry.

Yet as you came forward, making your way quietly into the kitchen, your anxieties lingered still. They were a shadow cast over you, unrelenting and loud, so loud.

You could no longer hear the jazz, for your fears were your only focus.

You hardly heard Zelena greet you, hardly felt the kiss she had placed upon your cheek.

She began to ramble about her day, how the store hadn’t had her favorite coffee brand so she had to buy a box that was a dollar more expensive, now the woman at the cash register had complimented her emerald sweater.

Everything she said enthralled you — though it was all so uninteresting in itself, when graced with the effects of her voice the words came so alive.

You didn’t deserve her — you kept telling yourself that you didn’t deserve her. It had been going on for weeks.

She was perfect in every way. Her eyes gleamed like diamonds in the dim light of the kitchen. Her movements were practiced and graceful. Everything she did and said was a reckoning.

The two of you sat down to dinner. You could hardly eat, your stomach overcome by the clawing of your anxiety. It took everything you had to smile and nod as she continued with her stories, and when she asked you if your day, your replies were short and robotic. Dinner was eaten almost entirely in silence on your part.

There was no greater pain than your silence.

The two of you abandoned the dishes, for now — both of you had endured a long day, and all you wished to do was sit down with each other to watch a movie, simply relax in one another’s presence.

The pit in your stomach deepened. A restless pain buried there that you could not name, could not describe, and it consumed everything.

There was no greater pain than your silence, and she knew nothing of it.

“Darling, what do you want to watch?” Zelena asked airily, moving a pillow to sit on the couch. You immediately moved towards her, resting your head on her shoulder.

“I don’t know. Whatever you want.”

It only took her a moment to decide, and you could feel her smile as she spoke. “The Addams Family?”

You couldn’t help but smile, her radiance overcoming you. “Of course.”

Her excitement was tangible as she started the movie, and you could hear her quietly reciting the lines of every character. Gomez as he stood admiring Morticia as she slept, Wednesday tormenting her brother.

It was only when she shifted in her seat and disrupted your position that you realized you had started to cry.

Zelena didn’t seem to notice — you were completely silent, and your tears were few. She assumed you were asleep.

But when you sniffled… that’s when she knew.

She paused the movie immediately, turning to you, gently running her hand through your hair. “Oh, darling, what is it?”

You shook your head, unable to speak for a moment, for you had absolutely no idea what to say. You wished to disappear, to never tell her a single thing, and yet there was a part of you that only wished to reveal to her every one of your doubts. “I just think you deserve better than me,” you said, so quietly she could hardly hear you. As you spoke, the words ripped you open like daggers.

She was astonished, and her expression revealed so. “Never, my love… where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know,” you said, and it was the truth. “My thoughts have been so loud lately.”

She nodded, pulling you closer, and the comfort of her embrace enveloped you. “I only want you — we deserve each other, we were meant for each other. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for you, you’re the only person I need.”

You didn’t respond — she kept going.

“The best parts of my day are those I get to spend with you. Even when you steal all of the blankets and I’m left in the cold,” she teased, “still every moment I spend with you is perfect. You’ll never lose me.”

“Are you sure?”

She laughed quietly, and her smile lit up the room. “Of course. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmured, leaning into her embrace. “Even though we watch The Addams Family every night.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she said with a smirk, and the movie began to play once more. “Cara mia.”

“Don’t expect me to reply with ‘ma chère,’ that’s terribly cheesy… ma chère.”

And though your fears had immediately silenced, the transition was not jarring — for you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

The burden of your silence had ceased, and there was no greater peace than that which came from love.

[captainaikus]

Belle!!!! It feels like forever since I’ve interacted on here 😭😭. Sorry abt that!! Honestly I’m good with either solo duds or long hcs. Maybe you can alternate between them? Either way I’m excited for the new works. Love how your angst is so phenomenal that your comfort has more notes asdjkhffggghghh 💀💀. Also. Like. It just hit me. OLIVER HAS HETERO EYES. OH MY GOD. Like I knew this before (obviously) but it’s like REALLY hit me recently and just mmmmmmhhhhmmmm yes yes yes HES SO SCUFFY LOOKINGLY HANDSOME AND ALL FOR WHAT. ahem anyways. “Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough” 💀💀. NO but like imagine saying that to Oliver as he’s a withering whiny desperate mess underneath you 👀👀. He’d love the objectification I just know it 😌. Aiku mini series you say?? 👀👀👀 I’m looking forward to it!! AKSO THESE ANON ASKS GAVE GOT ME KICKING MY FEET IN MY SHEETS AND TWIRLING MY HAIR AND TEARING UP. Like the fluff, the smut, and the angst??? UGH THEYRE ALL SO GOOD. All of it makes me want to bite something Bachiras neck. Also idea. But jealous Oliver would absolutely hate your obsessions with idols and fictional characters I’m telling you now.

“Are you telling me that if he was real, you’d pick him over me???”

“Yes. It’s like comparing a five course meal to an apple Ollie. The choice is obvious.”

*Oliver stands there in disbelief*

Asgkkkhghihhhhgffggg

I did not know that abt the ring thing that’s actually adorable. NO BUT IDEA OLIVER WOULD TOTALLY GET YOU A AMETHYST PROMISE RING WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HES SERIOUS ABT YOU AND AN EMERALD ENGAGEMENT RING FOR WHEN HE FINALLY PROPOSES!!!! ALSO thoughts. Bachira would absolutely be the kind of boyfriend that would assume you guys are dating without telling you and when someone asks “are you guys a couple” you’re standing there flustered and he’s like yes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. AND idk why but I think Bachira would be one of the blue lock boys who marries the earliest. And it surprised everyone but also made complete sense because if Bachira knows he wants something, he goes after it and sticks with it. So when he realized that he couldn’t imagine you guys NOT growing old together, he immediately started looking for rings. Anyways. How’s are you?? How’s uni going? Tumblr bring super annoying with the tagging system atm cause I know I tagged you in a couple things and it’s not showing your responses?? And I’m mildly terrified that you’ll tag me in something and I won’t get it until later and it’ll seem like I’m ignoring you when I’m not 😭😭. Have you eaten today? Drank some water? Go do that!!! *sends aggressive virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

This is gonna be a long ask - cause Oliver + Meguru scenarios- drabbles

Starry! It has been long but understandable cause you have exams- so on popular opinion, alternating between them... hm. good idea- i'm working on a piece rn - and yk its gonna be good when you got good music playing the bg- cause this piece is just... i don't wanna put expectations high cause i might end up disappointing you, but for me? its something that's been making me smirk the whole day.

Oh god, the comfort getting more notes 💀 i'm still confused cause- how. To begin with the pain took a lot of notes (cause istg this is a first that my works are crossing beyond 400 notes) and then the sequel is getting more notes than the prequel? the math isn't mathing rn in my head 💀💀 (even the sequel for the Tōji fic crossed 500 notes and I’m so confused) but ty for reading them and sharing your thoughts with me on this - everyone. And thanks for telling me about my work-

Yes, my husband Oliver does have heterochromatic eyes. He is scuffy looking and handsome. He is a pretty boy (¬////¬) tch. as if his pride needs to hear that.

If I said that (“Should come soon if my fingers are fast enough”) to Oliver, then it would have its own repercussions with him challenging me and then turning into a whining desperate mess on the bed - from overstimulation. (and i'm shorter than him. Imagine the amount of damage his pride would take smh) oh yeah objectification - istg the first line that came into my head as a dialogue is going into a fic (and i have used it once) so the thing with Oliver is that- this man. he gives off that whole Aura that he knows what he is doing and all right- in truth? he wants to be dominated by you. He doesn't mind being the dom but he enjoys it when you're the one who is rough on him and he likes pissing you off. (and god the brainrot i'm having rn cause of him is going into this fic that i'm writing)

The amount of searching i did to find that doc (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) it was untitled among 30 other untitled docs (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) - so i finally labeled it and i'm putting labels on other fics as well Jealous oliver is very cute. He'd go and pout on the couch, way to coax him out- is to baby him. "Is my Olive sad?" “Is my wittle Olive sad?”

Oliver : “Shut up.”

You : “I’m not going anywhere you brat. I was just kidding.”

Oliver : “You would trade me for Henry Cavill?”

You : “Nope.”

Oliver : “Cause I would trade you for Scarlet Johansson.”

You : “…”

Oliver : “Doesn’t feel so good to be traded now is it?”

You : “Is Sendou looking for a girlfriend? I might be interested since my boyfriend is being a jackass.”

Oliver : “…”

You : “Doesn’t feel so good now does it?”

Getting back to the heterochromia part- imagine doing the pupil dilation with Oliver- for "science purposes." you : "Close your eyes. Think of some random stuff." Oliver : "Why are we even doing this." You : "I wanna see if pupil dilation works. Open them." Oliver *opens eyes* : "Pft. Okay" You : "Alright... close your eyes again and think of me." Oliver : "hm...." You : "Open them" Oliver slowly opened his eyes, the center of it dilated as it struggled to adjust to the light. "You really do love me don't you-" "Don't flatter yourself Bambi, it's your rack/ ass." Yeah i like this non-existent relationship. It's a very fun one ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ cause playful banter in a relationship is like a checkbox for me- honestly. I'm not one of the lovey dovey types- even if I am it is in micro doses. Actions matter to me more than words... and Oliver is good at both- smooth jackass cause he is a charmer (,,>﹏<,,)

Oh yeah Bachira is totally the type to drop a bomb out of somewhere abt a relationship. Like imagine you both being in a situationship and he says that you are gonna meet his mom cause he arranged dinner for the three of you to meet up- and Yuu asks about you. "We're in a relationship." *spits water* "You should have introduced me sooner, Meguru. Why hide such a pretty catch from me?" "But we're here aren't we?" There is no arguing with Meguru. You're wearing his clothes? He's sleeping at your house for afternoon nap? you're cooking for two and he's doing the same? That means you're in a relationship. Simple.

Bachira is the type to take things easy and slow at his own pace. But when he realizes that he can't waste his time away- he is gonna be on the lookout for the next best thing. Poor baby starts holding his hair in despair when he realizes that the two of you are official, but there are still other people out there who are gonna look at you funny. So he does go shopping for rings... dragging Isagi with him. Bachira could be the first one to marry possibly- ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ but i feel like karma would bite itoshi brothers in the ass first - cause they hate human touch. And rin would be the first one to marry. The shock everyone would have cause of it- ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა (then sae, and then Oliver...) I'm doing alright- listening to Abba cause i find it very stress busting. 80s music are such stress busters and this group is my fav - along with many other 80s songs (listened to a few of kiss's songs in the library earlier- i'm very experimental with my music taste) Uni is draining me honestly- (¬_¬") my prof especially - and everyone is annoyed with this one. Not a fan of the prof, but I'm only focusing on getting a good grade and working well to learn something new everyday. Even my roommates who don't have a class with them have heard enough of their notoriety - smh but anyway, i'm keeping some positivity by day dreaming in class and making my day better with pinterest and fake scenarios - yes. i daydream abt Oliver ૮• - •ა (are we even surprised atp?) and today is just not my day- slightest bit of inconvinience and i'm ready to fly to mars (to begin with- oil fell on my pants and then it got stained with mayo cause someone wasn't looking where they were going T.T - istg)

Oml, tumblr is at it again. istg- but its okay, i get updates on my dash from time to time and i do get the number of on my notifs- and when i check you're not there but then ik its you and i head over to your blog 0^^0

I had a sandwich and a popsicle (I got a "ice cream in the morning? Really?" Yes. it makes my mood better o.o and i want it) I hope you're doing okay and not overworking yourself - ♡︎

*sending back koala hugs and Oliver spam*

[unchartedcloud]

If you still are taking tropes could we get Clexa 47 + 80? Also ty for all the fics you've given us!!

Hi Anon, it's been a thousand years! I have a wholeass mood board for the multi-chapter fic we wrote based on this prompt, but naturally it's on a different machine x_x I'll post it with the next chapter. In the meantime:

Send us a combo of tropes and we'll tell you how we'd write them!

47 (Not a Date) + 80 (Green-Eyed Epiphany)

“You nervous?”

A morning breeze that would be gentle in the streets below carries the rampart banners high. Streams of red and gilded black unfurl and snap against a clear blue sky; on days like this, with a warm summer sun to burn away the mist that rolls in off the sea, one’s eyes could see all the way to the mountains on the horizon and the valley path beneath. But hers, glinting emerald green, aren’t on the horizon. 

Lexa angles a look at the man sitting in the crenel beside her, one dark brow lifting. “I should be asking you that. Aren’t you the one getting married?”

He laughs, full lips pulling back over a gleaming smile. Sharp brown eyes look out from an intense–if handsome–face, all strong brows and square jawlines marked out on soft brown skin. He watches the horizon, with nothing less than unabashed excitement hanging from his lips. 

“I’ve been ready for that for weeks. Months, even. If I could have summoned giant eagles to fly her here I would have, the sooner to have it official.” Now he spares her a glance, his smile tipping towards teasing. “You, on the other hand, have to face her brother.”

Stoic though she may be by nature, holding in her answering scoff is a near thing. “Bellamy Blake may joust more often than he governs, but he’s an inconsistent competitor; I suspect he’ll pose a greater threat to our ale barrels than to myself. At any rate, I don’t fear the skill of princelings.”

“Well that’s hardly fair.” Lincoln lowers the foot he’d rested on the crenel and pushes away from the merlon he leans against, turning fully to face her. “I won that tournament in Kape not two summers ago.”

“You did,” Lexa acknowledges with a nod. She allows herself the smallest of grins as she amends, “But you had me to train with.”

“And, I suppose,” Lincoln sighs wistfully, “I am no longer a princeling.”

Lexa inclines her head in deference to the sadness in his voice. “True, your majesty.”

“You’d unseat me just as quickly though, wouldn’t you?” Lincoln stands and stretches luxuriously, biceps straining at his tunic. As tragic as the late Queen’s untimely passing was, it’s been some time since Polis had such a young ruler. Lexa has no doubt that Lincoln will rise to the occasion. His bride, however, this…Princess Octavia. Lexa withholds judgment on her soon-to-be Queen’s governing abilities for Lincoln’s sake. Arkadia is not only the newest of the nearby kingdoms, but the rumors of their unfamiliar customs have not missed Lexa’s notice.

She will withhold judgment. But skepticism is another matter.

“Hm?” She realizes her new king has asked her a question. “Of course, your majesty. All are equal on the battlefield, and the lists are no different.”

He snorts and turns to face the horizon once more, one elbow now leaned on the merlon in front of Lexa. She remains as she is: shoulders squared, feet rooted, and hands clasped behind her back. “I’ll keep that in mind, in case I ever need my head rung like a bell.”

“I have heard the occasional bell-ringing ensures crowns fit better.”

“I’m sure you have, though I suspect that you–hold a moment.” Lincoln straightens abruptly, eyes narrowing at a spot on the horizon. “Do you see that?” 

Though she follows the line of his pointing finger, the indication is ultimately unnecessary; the cloud that rises up from the valley road is unmistakable to a keen eye. A slow smile tugs at her lips as she realizes the young king has stopped breathing.

“I do.” The sheer amount of dust rising from the valley floor could herald an invading army, but its presence on that road at this time suggests an entirely different explanation. Lexa rests a hand on Lincoln’s shoulder. “You may wish to put on your regalia, your majesty. I believe your bride has arrived.”

Lincoln takes a deep breath, then exhales just as slowly. “Yes. Yes, right.” He practically skips down the battlements as they make their way back to the interior of the castle. “Who knows, perhaps you’ll find someone in the Blakes’ court who finally attracts your attention.”

This time the scoff refuses to be stifled. “I doubt it.”

“The number of suitors you have, I’m amazed you aren’t settled already. Land, wealth, tournament trophies.” Lincoln waves his hands in the air, as if pointing each of these things out individually. “The best kept household in all the land. What more could a woman want?”

Lexa only allows herself to roll her eyes as she follows behind Lincoln, safely out of his eyesight. “When I find a woman that I want, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“If such a woman exists, you mean.”

If such a woman exists, indeed.

This fic can also be found on Ao3.

[samuraiko]

For the vignette, you should write about orym leaving Zephra for the first time after wills death

This one's a bit tough, Anon, but let's see how this goes. And this one has music.

"Solace"

Orym and Keyleth stood side by side upon the cliffs of Zephrah, looking out at the surrounding Summit Peaks.

"Your heart can't heal like this, Orym," Keyleth said gently. "You need to get away for a little while, away from daily reminders of all that's happened."

"With all due respect, Tempest, you need me. We lost many Tempest Blades, and your safety-"

Keyleth held up one hand. "I know. Believe me, I know. But I see you every day, and every day your grief consumes you that much more." Sorrow darkened her eyes before she briefly closed them and let out a long, sad sigh, then she opened them once more and looked down at Orym.

"It's not forever. It doesn't even need to be all that long. But it's something you must do." She gently rested one hand atop Orym's head. "So I will set this task for you."

Keyleth lifted her staff and pointed at one of the nearby peaks. "Near the top of that mountain is a glade. It's said to be a place of healing and respite. A small lake, fields of wildflowers... and a very rare tree. I want you to travel there. Sleep beneath the tree... then return home."

"Yes, Tempest. As you command."

And so Orym had set out from Zephrah, after bidding a short farewell to Nel, Maeve, Lita, and Berenie. Like all inhabitants of Zephrah, he knew the easiest paths up and down from the village, but once he began his climb of the mountain Keyleth had indicated, his path became more difficult.

And every step of the way, he felt the aching absence of Will.

Up, up, up he climbed, and even as fit as he was, it was arduous going, until finally, he reached the glade.

And stopped in wonder.

Surrounded by soaring white cliffs, the glade seemed absolutely covered in wildflowers of all colours, and the breeze that gently stirred the blossoms was the sweetest he'd ever known. Sunlight sparkled on a small lake ringed with ferns and small boulders. And at the far end of the glade was a tree unlike Orym had ever seen before. No more than ten feet tall, its branches spread at least as wide, and brief flashes of colour appeared and disappeared like foxfire.

Very slowly, Orym approached the tree and gazed up at it in amazement. Then he turned and looked around at the glade.

"Well... a night here doesn't seem so bad."

He spent the rest of the sunlit hours exploring the glade. There were various berry bushes at the base of the white cliffs, and fresh water to be had from the small stream that fed into the lake.

What struck him most of all was the near total silence. No birds, no insects, no animals... only the faintest whisper of the wind through the flowers and the branches of the tree.

After the sun set, Orym lay on his back amidst the flowers beneath the tree, and gazed up at the stars that slowly twinkled into view, and eventually, the luminous moon of Catha arose from behind the cliffs.

Tears slowly slid down Orym's temples, and his heart ached as he whispered, "Hello, love. I still miss you."

He watched as Catha made its slow way across the night sky, and eventually, he drifted off to sleep.

At some point during the night, however, a faint sparkle just at the corner of his eye pulled him to wakefulness, and he sat up and turned to look.

And saw the tree glimmering in the moonlight, and peeping out from the emerald leaves were fruits that the halfling would have sworn were jewels.

Slowly, Orym rose, then he abruptly stepped back when the tree trunk seemed to move.

Welcome, small one...

A whisper, as clear as a bell tolling across a valley, seemed to come from all around him.

"Hello," Orym said softly, afraid that if he spoke too loudly, it would shatter whatever spell had fallen upon the glade.

Approach...

He moved closer, and as he took a better look, he would have sworn that where the tree stood, he saw the misty, ephemeral shape of a woman, but when he blinked, he once again saw the tree. A sudden breeze swirled gently around him, ruffling his hair.

Such love... such pain... your heart bleeds, and your soul weeps...

"Yes." Grief welled up in him anew as tears filled his eyes and a lump formed in his throat. And once again, he thought he saw the feminine figure standing there, beckoning to him.

Without thinking, he stumbled forward, sank to his knees at the foot of the tree, wrapped his arms as far as they could go around the tree, and began to sob. Tears flowed unchecked down his face, watering the grass before the tree. The only sound in the night were his racking sobs as he cried out for Will, and all sense of time faded away.

Eventually, he calmed, and then he felt the faintest touch against his hair.

It's all right, love... I'm here. I'm always here.

He looked up to see that where the tree had stood, there now stood Will, tall and shimmering silver in the light of Catha.

Orym was spellbound, staring up at his husband, and Will gently smiled down at him.

I love you, Orym...

It echoed all around Orym, all around the glade, and deep within Orym's soul.

I love you... I love you... I love you...

Fresh tears spilled down the halfling's cheeks as he smiled up at his husband.

"I love you, too."

Then he blinked away the tears, and Will was gone, and in his place was the woman he had glimpsed

I know your sorrow, Orym of the Air Ashari... alas, I cannot take it away. The only way to do that would be to forget your love entirely, and I do not think that is what you would wish. But I can ease it for a little while... time enough for your heart to begin to heal. Do not fear... I will guard your rest.

Almost immediately, his eyes closed and he sagged to the ground.

She gestured, and in her hand appeared a beautiful, shimmering, silvery-grey flower. With infinite tenderness, she tucked it behind his ear.

---

Orym slowly came awake as the first rays of sunlight's warmth touched his face. For the first time since the attack on Zephrah, he felt at peace. The aching loss was still there, but its clutch around his heart had lessened.

Then he heard a soft thump, and he glanced down to see that one of the jeweled fruits now lay beside him on the grass. He slowly and carefully ate the fruit, its sweetness sending a gentle warmth throughout his body.

He looked up at the tree, its emerald leaves lazily stirring in the morning breeze. He got to his feet, then he gently hugged the tree.

"Thank you."

As he straightened, he reached up to brush his hair from his face, and found the flower that had been placed there. Orym brushed one finger lightly over the soft petals and smiled.

"Goodbye."

Farewell...

Her voice drifted to him on the breeze, and he gathered up his things, tucked the flower into his sash, and prepared to leave. But just as he reached the edge of the glade, he once again felt a familiar touch on his hair.

Love you....

Orym looked back over his shoulder, but there was no one there.

"Love you, too," he whispered, and set off for home.

[infinitebells]

Albert meeting a noblewoman(reader) who is trying to get out of her abusive household, via a contractual marriage, “I need to get away SOMEHOW T_T” and they get married, and then she slowly falls for Al. She still feels unworthy of him bc she was made to believe she was useless and worthless her whole life so she struggles in actually confessing. Can be sfw or nsfw 👀 — Emerald anon

THIS!! THIS!!

✧ he meets you at like the weirdest location, like right in a bar at two in the morning

✧ him and his team had been celebrating another win when he spots you in the corner of the bar, with a bottle of beer in your hands and a faraway look in your eyes

✧ one of the waitresses had come and taken your empty bottle, and when she returned she had a glass of whiskey, he watched in shock as you downed half of it with a small grimace

✧ you turn to meet his gaze, sending a cheeky smirk and wave before finishing your drink

✧ william turns to see what albert is looking at, and cue the entire team turning and looking at you as you finish an entire glass of whiskey

✧ william gently pushes albert out of his chair so that he can go talk to her, and fred points a knife at moran telling him to back down and let albert talk to you

✧ when albert finally makes his way over to you, he smiles gently before sitting across from you

✧ “well good evening young lady. i must say i’m impressed you finished that glass so quickly”

✧ “thanks, i blame it on my sadness”

✧ he chokes on his drink for a moment before composing himself and asking you if you’re alright

✧ you proceed to explain that you’re unhappy in your household, and the only way you can leave is through marriage

✧ cue albert thinking for a moment before offering his hand in contractual marriage in order to get you out of the house

✧ you’re in shock that a perfectly nice (and very handsome) man is offering you a way to get you out of your house after only knowing you for a half hour at most

✧ you’re a sputtering mess and he stops you for a moment, explaining that he only wants to help you, and that you shouldn’t feel indebted to him or feel the need to do anything for him

✧ in your slightly drunken stupor, you fly out of your chair and tackle him in a hug, pushing him out of his chair and onto the ground so he’s lying on his back with you on top of him

✧ he’s flustered but he tentatively wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly

✧ william looks over at the commotion, seeing his brother lying on the ground with you on top of him

✧ cue moran getting annoyed that that wasn’t him

✧ albert agrees to meet with your parents tomorrow, helping you stand up from your position

✧ when he helps you stand, and you look up at him with his hands on your waist for support, oh you think you’re already falling for him

✧ he flashes you a gentle smile, and your face turns bright red as he looks down at you

✧ william is suppressing a laugh at his brother who’s very clearly going to fall for you, and louis is just happy that albert looks so at peace talking to you

✧ he walks you over to his teammates, introducing you to them

✧ william gives you a smile and shaking your hand, louis gently bows and you turn red and tell him that he doesn’t need to, fred is quiet and only nods his head to you, and moran kisses the back of your hand and smirking at you

✧ albert is quick to grab your waist and pull you away from moran, keeping you close to him, which only serves to make you blush even harder

✧ the next day, albert shows up on your door step with red roses, and introduces himself to your parents

✧ he happily tells them of your engagement, and that from now until the wedding, you’ll be staying at his manor to help him plan for the wedding

✧ he doesn’t even stay to argue with them, leading you up to your room to help you pack what you need

✧ the entire time he helps you, you’re almost ashamed of being in the same room as him

✧ the confidence you had while you were drunk has faded, and now you’re a blushing stuttering mess

✧ he stops for a moment, looking at you sitting on the bed while you play with your necklace

✧ he kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his

✧ “i’m not doing this for charity or out of pity, i’m doing this because i genuinely want to help you ok?”

✧ “i’m just barely a noblewoman, i shouldn’t even be breathing in your direction”

✧ “i don’t see class, you’re you without your status, and i couldn’t care less. i’ll be here for you through everything ok?”

✧ your hands shake as you try to keep yourself calm, and when albert notices this, he’ll slowly pull you forward until you’re kneeling on the ground with him and his hands are around you

✧ you’ve never felt more at home in his arms, and you bury your face in his neck to hide the tears brimming in your eyes

✧ after whispering out a choked thank you, he hugs you even tighter, telling you there’s no need for you to thank him

✧ he helps you finish packing before leading you out of the house without looking back

✧ when you finally get back to his house, his hand still in yours, he leads you past the rest of the team (more specifically moran) and into a spare bedroom where you can stay

✧ he helps you unpack before leaving you be to your own thoughts

✧ you’re terrified he’ll get tired of you, scared he’ll hurt you or use you the way your parents did

✧ so for the next few weeks, you slowly start to get quieter and quieter around him

✧ he used to be able to talk to you about anything in everything, and now he can barely pull five words from you

✧ your insecurites overwhelm you, flooding your senses and forcing you to stay silent

✧ one time he sees you alone, he tries to get you to talk, pleading to tell him whats wrong

✧ meanwhile you’re so flustered and blushy that you can’t even begin to explain to him that you've fallen for him in the time you’ve spent at your mansion

✧ you’re a stuttering and red mess, and so albert does the only thing he knows he can do to get you to be quiet: kiss you

✧ everything stops, time stops, your heart stops

✧ his hands are on your face, body against yours, and your body stills against him as your eyes flutter shut on instinct

✧ when he finally pulls away, your face is still red, but you’ve gone completely quiet and so has he

✧ he stares at you for a few moments before wrapping you in the biggest hug, leaning his head down to whisper in your ear

✧ “i don’t know what’s going on, i’m sure there’s a lot that i don’t understand, but please know i care about you ok? i know you were nervous about the whole status thing in the beginning, but that’s not even a thought in my mind. when we’re together, we’re not defined by our status. it’s me and you, not nobleman and noblewoman,”

✧ you can’t help but tear up at his words, your shaky arms wrapping around him as you sniffle against him

✧ he pulls back, leaning your head back so he can wipe the tears from your eyes and smile down at you

✧ you manage to give him a wobbly smile, and he laughs lightly at your expression

✧ as soon as you meet his gaze, your body moves before your mind realizes what you’re doing, and then you’re leaning forward and kissing him

✧ this time, it isn’t to shut either of you up, it’s simply out of love

✧ his hand slides up into your hair, keeping your face close to his

✧ when he pulls away, he doesn’t wait before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to his room, ignoring moran’s wolf whistles along the way

✧ once you’re in his room, he closes the door, gently pushing you against it and taking your face in his hands

✧ “i’m in love with you. i fell in love with you the night i met you and now i only love you even more. so please, let me love you”

✧ “albert, i-i-”

✧ “please, i can’t imagine you being with anyone else. just tell me how you feel okay?”

✧ “...i love you too”

✧ your voice is so low you’re scared he doesn’t hear you, but when his eyes widen and his jaw drops in shock, your insecurities flood back

✧ you turn to go back outside before albert’s hand envelops your own on the door knob, turning you back towards him

✧ you can’t look him in the eye as he asks you what’s wrong, and you look even farther down explaining that you feel bad that he has to lower himself to even be near you

✧ he lifts your face up to his, telling you if anything he has to climb higher to be in the presence of an angel

✧ he quiets any of your protests with another, soft kiss, and the way he gently sets his hands on your waist, how warm his lips feel against yours wipe away any thoughts in your head

✧ your hands shakily thread through his hair, keeping him close to you because you feel like if you ever let go he’ll disappear

✧ he’ll ask you politely if he can undress you, and through your flustered stuttering mess you nod to him

✧ when you’re out of your dress, he’ll ask if it’s okay if he undresses himself, to which you nod again

✧ once you’re both undressed and in bed, he’s so soft with you, telling you to stop him if you ever feel uncomfortable

✧ when he first pushes himself into you, he can’t get enough of your soft cries and how you squeeze at his biceps while you get used to the feeling of him inside of you

✧ he’ll wait until you’re completely used to him, before thrusting softly

✧ he goes faster the louder your cries get, and he’ll kiss you deeply to swallow your moans

✧ he’ll whisper in your ear all of the things he loves about you, pressing kisses to your cheek, neck, collarbone

✧ when you’re close to cumming and clinging onto him as tightly as you can, he’ll tell you he loves you, and ask you to let go for him

✧ when he feels you clench tighter around him, he’ll finish inside of you, holding your body close to his while you catch your breath, basking in each others warmth

✧ in that moment, you’ve never felt more loved in your life

✧ “i love you albert”

✧ “i love you too, so much”

[flannel-cladpika]

Midoriya Izuku x F! Reader - Repayment

Request: izuku midoriya x rich and kind reader, (she always had a crush on him but never tell him being afraid of being rejected) one day she takes inko and him in her car then bring them in front of a beautiful and huge house, then gives keys to inko "i know i'll never be able to thank you for everything, your kindness, your attention too..but i hope that you'll love it so i bring you this beautiful gift for you both..., congract this house is yours now" ^^ thank you (hope your receive the request)

- Anon

A/N: Thank you for the request! Don’t know why I didn’t get it the first time. 

TW: Fluff. Lots o’ Fluff. Mentions of Bakugou’s confrontation with Midoriya in ep. 1.

“’Zuku!” you cried, your little 6 year old legs running up to your friend who had been pushed to the ground by your mean classmate, Bakugou. You gave the blonde boy a mean look before yelling at him.

“Leave him alone Kacchan! I mean it!” you stated angrily.

The smug boy smirked. “Oh? And what are you going to do about it, shrimp?” he mocked, pointing out your slightly shorter stature.

You’d been taught not to use violence or your quirk against others, and you made sure to adhere to those rules....usually.

But Midoriya was your friend and Bakugou had no right to bully him just because he was quirkless. You believed that everyone should be treated with kindness, but with Bakugou... well, let’s just say he really tested your limits. This was why you wanted to be a hero, to stop bullies like him.

You sneered at the wheat-haired boy. “Leave him alone. I won’t say it again.” you said as menacingly as a 6 year old could.

The blonde opened his mouth to retort, but a teacher soon appeared, cutting in and defusing the situation.

Honestly, the whole reason you even attended the elementary school was still lost on you. Why couldn’t you just grab Midoriya and be taught by your in-home tutor instead?

Your parents were both from rich families that came from old money. Your parents had had a ginormous wedding ceremony that had cost about as much as a hotel resort and had friends who were CEOs and directors of mega-corporations. It helped that both of them also had high-paying, high-ranking jobs as well, adding to your family’s wealth.

However, both of them wanted you to get a regular schooling experience and learn how to interact with people from all walks of life, rich or not. They wanted you to be well-rounded and not end up arrogant or entitled like others who had considerable wealth.

The fact that your quirk was sort of like telepathy, except that you could see what other people were intending to do, along with a bit of telekinesis, allowing you to move other people..... yeah, that kind of power could easily go to anyone’s head.

So, your parents had you attend a nearby, regular elementary school. They would even walk you to and from school like normal parents, instead of having the chauffer take you. 

You never talked about your family’s money, as you didn’t see it as a big deal. It was just the way your family was, so what? 

You were happy with your friend, and had been so thankful that you’d been introduced to the Midoriyas when you first started school. Even if it was when your parents were still trying to get used to the new school schedule.

~Flashback~

You had stayed at the school about 2 hours past the last bell and were beginning to think your parents had forgotten you. You sat under a tree on the playground that was normally used for climbing during recess. Small tears started to prickle at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall any second, when you heard a sweet voice call out to you. 

“Hey! Are you ok?!”

You turned to the side to see a boy from your class running up to you, waving to get your attention. He had messy green hair and matching emerald eyes that looked so pretty, along with a spattering of freckles on his cheeks that looked nice.

The boy stopped in front of you, his expression full of concern. “Are you alright?” he asked, his brows a little furrowed.

A few tears escaped as you sniffled. “M-My parents... aren’t h-here.. y-yet. I m-miss them...” you spoke softly between shaky breaths. 

The mossy-haired boy sat down next you, patting your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. My mom isn’t here yet either. She has to work late today...Maybe you can come with us and we can take you home?” he offered, trying to find a way to cheer you up. 

You nodded your head, sniffling a bit as you did so. 

The boy grinned happily. “Ok! Oh! And by the way, my name is Midoriya Izuku. What’s your name?”

You wiped away a tear as you spoke softly. “(L/n) (Y/n). You can call me (Y/n), if you want to. My parents told me not to use my surname too often.”

Midoriya nodded his head in understanding. “Then, I guess you can use my given name too!” he said with a small smile.

You mirrored his expression. 

“Hey, you wanna play tag?” the boy asked suddenly.

Your eyes lit up. “Yeah!” you exclaimed gleefully.

Soon, Midoriya’s mom showed up, panting a bit and looking like she fast-walked or ran all the way to the school. When Izuku told his mother about your predicament, the woman immediately went into mama-mode. 

She asked if you knew either of your parents’ numbers, which you thankfully did, and then proceeded to call them. She told them the situation, and was about to give them a piece of her mind, when she heard how distraught they were over the whole thing. They sounded genuinely remorseful and even asked to speak with their child.

Inko handed the phone to you and listened to the conversation. It sounded like your parents were both apologizing profusely, saying they didn’t mean to forget, that it would never happen again, and that they loved you so much and were very sorry. 

You listened and responded with a teary smile. “I love you too. Can Izuku and his mom walk me home?” you asked hopefully, not wanting to wait all by yourself.

You passed the phone back to Inko. “They said they want to talk to you again.” you said.

Inko took the device. “Yes?” she asked, very curious.

“Would you be willing to walk her home? She knows the way.” came the voice from the other end of the line.

The mother was flabbergasted. “I’m sorry, but do you even know who I am? I could be a kidnapper or psychopath for all you know. What parent would entrust their child to a complete stranger so readily?” she asked, concerned for your home life.

Your father chuckled a little before responding calmly. “Our daughter is an incredible judge of character, miss. She wouldn’t have given you our number if she thought you were dangerous. The fact that you were concerned about her leaving with a stranger, even if said stranger is yourself, just shows that you’re a caring person.” they said.

The green-haired woman was surprised by the statement, though she quickly shook herself out of her daze.

“You shouldn’t trust the judgement skills of a small chil-” she began.

“Part of her quirk is similar to mind-reading. She’d know if you were a bad person.” your mother explained, interrupting the woman.

Inko made a sound of realization as she processed the statement. She then looked back to where you and Izuku were playing catch with a ball someone had left behind. 

“Well then, in that case, yes. I’ll gladly walk her home.” the woman replied, a smile of relief on her face. At least now she knew your parents weren’t being negligent. They were simply trusting in their daughter’s skills.

“Thank you ma’am. We appreciate it, truly.” your father said gratefully with your mom humming in agreement.

And with that, your parents hung up and Inko called for you and her son, saying that you were all going to be walking you home. The announcement caused you both to cheer happily.

The whole way there, you and Izuku talked about your shared fascination with Pro-Heroes and how you both wanted to be one when you got older. You talked about your favorite Heroes and villain battles, even mentioning your favorite civilian rescues. You both had finally found someone to geek out with and it was the best feeling ever.

When you and the Midoriyas got to the large, ornate gates of your home, the mother and son duo had found it kind of odd that they couldn’t see your house from the entrance. 

You got on your tippy-toes and pressed the call button on one of the columns. A familiar deep voice then spoke through the speaker.

“What is your business here?” the voice asked, tone full of suspicion.

You smiled as you looked into one of the cameras by the gate and waved excitedly, completely unfazed by the scary voice. 

“Takeshi! It’s (Y/n)! This is Midoriya and his mama! They helped walk me home!” you said gleefully.

The voice on the other end of the camera then spoke. “Hold on, I’m getting a message....Yes?....Ok... On it. The lady of the house has requested you and your son’s presence inside, Ms. Midoriya. Please, come in.” the man said courteously.

As soon as the words left the speaker, the tall gates in front you began to open inward. You then skipped forward down the paved path and turned around to the two behind you. 

“Well? Aren’t you coming? We can take the walking trail if you’d like! It’s a bit shorter than the drive way.” you offered kindly.

The duo just nodded their heads, thinking that maybe your family wasn’t as normal as they originally thought.

You took the younger Midoriya’s hand and lead him down the cobblestone walking path, pointing out the beautifully expansive garden you and your father loved to tend to when he wasn’t busy, but usually had to be taken care of by the gardener.

Inko followed behind, slowly growing more and more curious about your parents and what on earth they did for a living.

Soon, you three arrived at the main entrance to your home.

The moment the mother and son saw your house, they had slack-jaws and wide eyes, completely unbelieving of what they were seeing.

Your ‘house’ was a giant mansion with European architecture and a few turrets popping up at the sides, almost like a castle. It was painted a brilliant mahogany color with deep chocolate accents and black paned windows. There was a luscious walkable Japanese-style garden in the front yard, with colorful lilies and white egret orchids. There was a winding wooden path with an elegant white bridge that went over a stream which ran through the garden and disappeared behind the huge house. 

It was gorgeous.

You skipped up the beautifully carved double doors of your home and knocked a couple times.

“I’m home!” you exclaimed.

The doors opened to reveal your parents, your father squatting down with his arms open for a hug. You ran to him and laughed as he picked you up and nuzzled your head with his cheek, your mother coming up and hugging you as well.

Stepping inside, there was a window to the left that revealed a sizable indoor swimming pool in the next room. Further in, there was a glass wall that showed a fully-equipped gym with an additionally large area for quirk training on the other side.

“Oh, sweetpea, we’re soooo sorry about today! We promise it will never happen again!” your mother said as she rubbed her cheek against yours. 

“Yes! We swear, we’ll be on time from now on! Can you ever forgive us, little blossom?” your father added, kissing your forehead softly.

You smiled, happy to be home. “I forgive you!” you said cheerfully.

Your mom then took you from your dad as he went to go greet your stunned guests.

“Miss Midoriya, we are very grateful to you for walking (Y/n) home. Would you and your son like to stay for dinner? The children can play upstairs while we show you around.” your father offered politely.

“YES, PLEASE!” You and Izuku suddenly exclaimed excitedly, both your eyes twinkling at the prospect of getting to spend more time with your new friend.

Inko looked down at her son’s hopeful expression and sighed, knowing she couldn’t say no to that look.

“I guess I've been outvoted." She said with a slight chuckle as you and the young green-ette smiled widely and let out shouts of joy.

From that point on, you and Izuku became best friends. When he'd been diagnosed as quirkless, you tried to cheer him up by saying that he might just be a late bloomer.

When he said that wasn't what the doctor said you replied with;

"Well everyone, including doctors, used to think powers like Quirks would never exist outside of comic books! And now look at us! I'm just saying, doctors have been wrong before!" You said defiantly, stomping one of your tiny 7-year-old feet for emphasis.

The grassy eyed boy smiled a little at your statement. Though they hadn't fully dispelled his sadness, your words did make him feel like there might still be hope for him. After all, you were right, there was such a thing as late bloomers, and maybe he was one.

As the years went by, you gained more and more admiration for Izuku’s intelligence and kind nature, finding them to be some of his greatest qualities. You had been there when he had been confronted by Bakugou back at the end of 3rd year in middle school. You heard what the blonde had said, telling your best friend to take a swan dive off the roof of the building, and nearly sent him flying into a wall with your telekinesis, but your best friend had stopped you, saying it wasn’t worth it.

You held back, instead making one of Bakugou’s feet unable to move, causing him to trip and land on his face once he was on the other side of the classroom door.

You smirked before turning to your friend, who was looking out the window, down at the ground below.

Your gaze went to where his eyes where directed and saw his hero notes in the koi pond. Your fury raged again, but before you could do anything, Izuku raced out of the room and ran down towards the fish pool.

You followed behind him, arriving just in time to hear him say, “Idiot! What if I had really jumped? You would’ve instigated a suicide! You have to think before you speak!” he said in a chastising manner to no one.

Your eyes widened at his words.

He wasn’t upset or even insulted that the blonde had said such a horrible thing to him. He was more concerned about how the other boy would’ve looked if he had jumped. He cared more about Bakugou keeping a good reputation than being angry with the boy’s awful words.

You ran up and hugged the green-haired male tightly from behind. He was just too kind and innocent. You felt your heartbeat pick up a little when the male turned around to wrap his arms around you gently.

“Hey, it’s okay, my notes are still legible, don’t worry.” he said reassuringly.

Gods, he was too pure for this world. You tightened your arms around him as you swore to protect the precious boy in front of you.

-Timeskip-

"'Zuku, why are you always so worried about everything? It's JUST an entrance exam. You developed your quirk a few months ago, right? I know you’ll do fine.” you said encouraging, trying to convince the shaking green-haired boy to calm down.

“That’s just it! It’s the entrance exam for UA! What if I don’t get in? What if no hero course accepts me? What if I can’t become a hero at all? What if-” Midoriya began, nervously rambling.

You put your hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Midoriya Izuku. You’ll be fine. I have faith in you, alright? Are you saying I have bad judgement in who I put my faith in?” you said, making direct eye-contact with said male.

The emerald-eyed boy shook his head quickly. “O-Of course not! You don’t have bad judgement! It’s jus-” he started, trying to cover up his mistake.

You cut him off with a squeeze. “Then don’t say such things. You’ll do amazing, ok? I believe in you. Now, go get in there you dork.” you said teasingly, letting go of your friend and giving him a nudge towards the school entrance. 

You had already taken the recommendations exam, so you weren’t going to be there with Midoriya for the regular exam. 

You hadn’t seen him use his new quirk, but you knew that he had been training like crazy for this day. 

You had been going over to the Midoriya residence more often over the last few years, your parents not minding as they were happy you had found such nice people to befriend.

Inko had become like a second mother to you. You often helped with dinner prep and even learned how to cook some of Izuku’s favorite meals. You and she would sometimes watch cute rom-com movies together while her son was out training, or just look through old photo albums and reminisce on days gone by.  

She was such a kind and caring woman, and you could easily see where Izuku got his sweet soft side from. 

You were happy to have both Inko and her son in your life.

Recently, you'd taken note of how Izuku was working out constantly in some way or another. Whether it was using a hand gripper while you two studied, or doing crunches while you two discussed school projects, he was always trying to improve his physical strength, like his life had become a gym routine. 

Eventually, you noticed that he was overdoing it. However, the day that you had planned to confront him about it, he came back from his usual run and told you that he planned to cut back on some of his training. You wondered what had caused him to decide that, but you chose not to question it. It was better if it was his own decision anyway.

You sighed. That boy really worried you sometimes. But you also knew that he was fully capable of doing whatever he set his mind to.

You smiled at your friend’s back as he turned to enter UA and begin his exam. You hoped he wouldn’t lose his nerve or anything, knowing that his worst enemy was often his own anxiety.

You shook your head. No. He would definitely make it. He may have been a nervous wreck sometimes, but he was the most heroic and determined person you knew. Plus, he'd been putting in so much effort into his strength training over the past few months.

Your heart suddenly raced at a memory from a few days ago. One where the grassy-haired male came back from a long run. He'd opened the front door to his home where you'd be having lunch with his mother, when you looked up to greet him. Your words faltered at the sight.

Izuku was standing there, sweaty and panting, looking a bit winded but not exhausted. He raised his shirt up to wipe some of the sweat from his brow, flashing his recently-acquired abs (which you had not known about). Damn, was he ripped now.

Your feelings for the emerald-eyed boy had started becoming less platonic over the past few months, and it wasn't just because of his physical transformation. In fact, you figured that you'd probably been steadily gaining feelings for the boy for a while.

His determination was contagious, and you’d noticed that he was gaining confidence in himself too. Towards the end of your 3rd year in middle school, he no longer let Bakugou walk all over him constantly, instead standing up to him in the alley next to the school, which he told you about in great detail afterwards. 

You were watching him become more self-confident by the day, even if it was in baby steps. You were proud of him, and knew that he would make it into UA, no doubt.

Within 2 weeks, you were proven right.

-Timeskip- A few years later-

You were pacing outside the familiar apartment complex, waiting for the two green-haired individuals you knew so well.

It had been about 3 years since you and Izuku had graduated UA, both of you having become prominent up-starts in the hero charts, especially Izuku. You had managed to make a bit of a name for yourself, but the name “Deku” was far more widely known, and you honestly couldn’t be happier to see your best friend succeed.

However, you noticed that even though Izuku was getting recognition, he didn’t have enough money yet to buy his own place and instead had to live with Inko in his childhood home.

You had noticed during your last few visits that the paint on the walls was chipping a bit, and the kitchen which had always been small seemed even smaller, now that Izuku was a full grown adult man with rippling muscles he had gotten from his training and hero work. The plumbing sometimes acted up too, and the Wi-Fi was always jamming.

You wanted to help the small family that had been so wonderful to you for so long. 

So, you decided to use some of your wealth to buy them a new house. Fully furnished to their tastes, with a high-tech in-home gym and sizable kitchen. It was a big house, but you wanted to show your gratitude. 

You paid in cash and even made a deal with the bank for a lower mortgage, getting a hero discount. You made sure everything was in order, and that all that had to be done was have Inko sign the last few pages of paperwork.

The doors to the familiar apartment opened, revealing the mother and son. 

“Is everything okay?” the younger of the two asked as they both approached you, the male's expression being on the verge of worry. 

Classic Izuku. Always a worrywart.

“(Y/n)? What is this all about, honey?” the older Midoriya asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion. You had called out of the blue and asked her and her son to meet you outside, saying you had a ‘surprise’.

You smiled and motioned towards the large black car behind you. 

“Everything is fine ‘Zuku. And don’t worry, you’ll see!” you said excitedly, ushering them into the vehicle.

Both of the mossy-haired adults looked at each other with perplexed looks before doing as you asked and getting into the car. You hopped in as well, facing them.

“We’re all good, Tanaka. Please take us to the place.” You said cryptically to the driver on the other side of the partition.

The elderly man nodded with a smile. “As you wish, Miss.” he said.

The drive was only about 10 minutes away (you didn’t want them to have to learn a whole new town or anything), and was quiet. You were buzzing with a mixture of nerves and excitement, hoping they would like it.

Once the car stopped at your destination, Tanaka stepped out and opened the door for you all. 

You stepped out first, wanting to present the gift properly. You then gave Inko a hand as she stepped out of the black vehicle, thanking you kindly for the gesture. Izuku then got out, using his hand to block out the sudden brightness of the sun.

The Midoriyas soon looked up at where you had brought them.

Their jaws dropped to the newly paved driveway. 

The house was more like a mansion. It was European in style with a grey shingled roof, and two floors (as well as a basement where you had put in an entertainment center). The outside was painted a wonderful shade of baby blue, with white paned windows and a full veranda that wrapped around the house. There was a sweet two-person white-painted porch swing and a couple of rocking chairs too. 

Inko was the first to speak up. “(Y/n)? What is this?” she asked dazedly, still marveling the beautiful home in front of her. It was like someone had taken her idea of a dream home and made it real.

You smiled and walked towards the woman. “This is your new home. If you’d like that is...” you said softly.

Both of them turned to you with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

“WHAT?!?!” they asked at the same time.

You chuckled a little. “I said this is your new house, if you want it to be. I’ve taken care of the payments and furniture. I’ll call movers to gather your things from the apartment if you want. Everything is set for you to move in today if you chose to. I know I'll never be able to thank you for everything; your kindness, your attention, your care... But I hope that you'll love it.” you said, handing the keys to Inko.

The woman burst into tears as she hugged you tightly. She normally would’ve fought you on this, telling you that you shouldn’t have done such a thing. But she saw the look in your eye when you presented her with the key and knew there was no winning against you once you set your mind to something. So, she simply accepted the beautiful gift that you’d so graciously given her and her son, vowing to make you a beautiful feast when next she had the chance.

Izuku stepped forwards, his eyes watery.

“(Y/n)…you didn’t hav-” he started, before you cut him off with a shake of your head.

“I wanted to. You two have been so great to me all these years and I wanted to show my gratitude as best I could.” you said with a grin, letting go of Inko as she slowly stepped towards the large house.

Izuku stayed behind, hugging you tightly. “You’re really amazing, you know that?” he said sincerely as he rested his cheek on your head.

You suddenly felt a surge of confidence course through you. “You’re even more amazing, ‘Zuku. I...I love you.” you said, nearly hesitating.

The young man pulled back with a soft smile. “I love you too, (Y/n). I have for years now.” he said in a gentle tone as his eyes softened into a lovesick expression.

You leaned up and kissed the man, relishing in the taste of spearmint on his surprisingly soft lips.

He smiled into the kiss as he pulled you closer, happy to finally be able to let you know how much you meant to him.

-THE END-

A/N: This was my first time writing for Midoriya, so let me know how it turned out. Thank you for requesting this Anon! Anyway, thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

[dreamerstreamer]

Driver’s License

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: [High School!AU] You’ve had a crush on Clay ever since he was first assigned to be your lab partner, and you finally muster up the courage to confess your feelings to him. But sometimes, not everything goes the way you hope it does.

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: this was requested by an anon who wanted some angst inspired by olivia rodrigo’s driver’s license! i hope i captured the right mood with the setting and story, and i sincerely hope you enjoy! <3

You glanced down at your phone, your thumb pressing on the power button before the screen flickered to life. The time flashed back at you in a white, clean font, and you chewed on your lip, your toes curling in your shoes.

There were only seven minutes until the bell—he was going to be late, wasn’t he?

Sighing, you picked up your phone and pushed your thumb against the home button, opening up your text messages. You scrolled down the list of contacts that stared back at you, your thumb hovering the one name that sent your head spinning in a flurry of pink hearts and white stars.

Clay.

Of all the people to have a crush on, of course it just had to be him. After all, how could you not fall for him? He was tall, cute, funny, and, well—he was a dream come true. It was almost like the universe had just set you up to fall, and really, you had no one to blame but yourself. It wasn’t like he liked you back, either. He was the cool, fun quarterback that was friends with everyone, while your only claim to fame was that you were his lab partner.

Should I text him? you wondered, fidgeting your fingers. I feel like I should text him. I know we’re technically just lab partners, but we’ve texted about other things, too. It wouldn’t be weird if I just asked him where he was, ri—

“Hey, you.”

You whipped your head up, immediately shutting your phone with one hand as your eyes wide went wide, your heart tripping in your chest. Standing by the desk next to you, Clay waved, amusement flickering across his face at your shocked expression.

“Hi, Clay,” you said, suddenly feeling breathless all at once. You could already feel the warmth blossoming in your chest, as his eyes locked onto yours. You really were too gone for your own good.

Sliding into his seat, he flashed you a bright grin as he dropped his bag onto the space beside him. “What’s up? Anything exciting happen to you?”

You turned away from your notebook with a soft smile. “Not really.” Trying to force down the heat crawling up your neck, you wagged a finger at him, a teasing lilt seeping into your words. “But you, my friend, are actually early—for once.” You shot him a thumbs up, winking. “Congratulations.”

Unzipping his backpack, Clay rolled his eyes at you, something like amusement flirting across his face. “Look,” he said, rummaging through his bag, “not all of us can be as early as you.”

Your lips twitched, and you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest with a triumphant look. “Well, I’ll have you know that I drove myself here today.”

He froze, his hand pausing as he looked up to blink at you with wide, fascinated eyes. “You did?” A grin slowly spread across his face, and he pulled out a notebook before setting his bag back down on the ground. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

You nodded your head eagerly, electricity buzzing up your skin as you pulled out your wallet from behind you. “It sure does!” Flipping it open, you held out a small, plastic card towards his face with a giddy smile. “I got my license.”

In an instant, he was cheering, his eyes as wide as saucers as he clapped his hands in celebration. You had half the mind to be embarrassed that more than just a few people were looking at you now, but you were far more focused on Clay. “Woah, congrats!” he said, lifting a hand tentatively toward you. “Can I...?”

You nodded, watching as he gently pulled your license from your fingers. He turned it over in his hands once, his lips curling up into a crooked grin before he tapped at your photo. “Look at you,” he said, mirth dancing through his emerald gaze. “They got your good side.”

You raised a brow at him, holding your palm out toward him. “Are you saying I have a bad side?”

Clay shook his head, sliding the card back between your fingers and your hands brushing. A spark ran up your fingertips at the touch, sending a dizzying surge of heat rushing into your chest. “Nah. Every side is your good side.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he turned back to his desk, his gaze leaving yours. Your fingers curled tighter around your license, and you swallowed. How could he say something like that so casually? It was so unfair. You already liked him enough, and then he just had to go and say something like that. Of course. Stupid, dumb, handsome Clay. It was not your fault he was so... attractive. Totally.

After a long moment, your fingers curled a fraction tighter around your license, the plastic digging into your skin as you softly said, “Thanks.”

He waved a hand at you, his eyes curving into crescent moons. “Anytime.”

Your stomach tightened into a knot in your gut, tingling elation shooting through you and wrapping around your lungs. Tucking your license back into one of the wallet flaps, you watched as he flipped his notebook open to a blank page, quickly scribbling the date in the corner of the paper with a focused gaze. With a reluctant sigh, you tore your eyes away from him to look back at your own paper, pretending to write something down that wasn’t just his name. It was almost embarrassing how easily you could just stare and get lost in everything he did. You never thought you would be one of those people, yet here you were.

“Hey, by the way,” he suddenly said, his voice making you jump while his eyes flickered to meet yours, “do you happen to have any plans for Friday?”

Catching your breath, your pencil stopped in its tracks on the page. Friday? You furrowed your brows, the cogs in your head churning before you slowly nodded. “I think so.” A grimace tugged at your lips, and you held back a quiet groan. “I’ve got a project due on Monday that I need to get done, but I can’t work on it until Friday, so...” You gestured vaguely. “You know.”

There was a moment of silence, and Clay’s lips curled into a slight frown. “Oh,” he said. “I see.”

You could have sworn you saw disappointment flit through his face, but it was gone in an instant. Leaning toward him, your eyebrows knit together in concern. “Hey,” you murmured softly, “is something wrong?”

In a flash, he was smiling again, and you couldn’t tell he had been frowning even a split second earlier. “No, no, I was just curious, that’s all.” He raised his hand toward you, tapping a finger against your nose. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

Your cheeks burst with warmth, his eyes brightening at the way your lips curled. Reeling back, you raised your chin at him, huffing. “Hey, this pretty little head is the one saving you from a C in chemistry, right now.”

He chuckled, his arm dropping back down to his side as he leaned back in his seat. “You sure are, and I hope you knows how much that means to me.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest. All at once, it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. Did he... could he—?

“Good morning, everyone.”

You jumped at the sound of your chemistry teacher’s voice, your hand tightening around your pencil as you watched him send your class a smile. “I hope you all had a good weekend. Today, we’ll be...”

Soon enough, you were already tuning him out, your mind drifting back to Clay’s words.

I hope you knows how much that means to me.

Something soft and fuzzy rolled over in your stomach, and you felt hope bubbling up in your throat.

Maybe your crush wasn’t as one-sided as you thought it was.

You dashed through the halls, your backpack bouncing against your shoulder as you weaved in between groups of friends leaning against the lockers and couples holding hands as they walked. You stifled a curse as you dodged someone’s arm, grumbling to yourself as you finally pushed past the doors that led outside. Couldn’t people learn to just not stand in the middle of the hall? People needed to get places—people like you.

Inhaling the fresh, spring air, you bounded across the dewy grass toward the familiar picnic table underneath the school’s willow tree. It was the only spot on school grounds that actually had enough shade to keep your head from overheating in the simmering Florida sun, so naturally, it became your and Wilbur’s go-to spot for lunch.

As the bench drew nearer, you felt your face brighten, spotting Wilbur already sitting in his usual spot, his beanie askew atop his head. The two of you were unlikely friends, to say the least, but after having spent years living next to each other, you were more than proud to call him your best friend, even if he did make you want to smack him more often than not.

Wilbur offered you a brief wave as you finally reached the bench, tugging open his sandwich bag with his other hand. Above you, the willow tree swayed, the branches and leaves scattering sunlight across his face. “Hey, how was chem—”

“Today, our hands touched when I showed him my license,” you blurted, not even pausing for breath.

Wilbur blinked at you once, stunned for a brief moment. Then, a groan flew from his lips, and he pressed two fingers to his temple, grimacing. “[Y/N],” he said, drawing out the syllables of your name, “I can’t keep doing this.”

You blinked as you sat down in the space across from him, dropping your bag onto the seat with a thud. “Keep doing what?”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Keep listening to you endlessly pine over Clay without doing anything about it.” At your bewildered expression, he sighed, taking another bite of his sandwich as he pushed his glasses up further onto his face. “It’s been, what? Four months, at this point?”

“Five,” you said immediately.

He stared at you. “Five,” he repeated. When you nodded, his frown deepened. “You do realize how bad that sounds, right?”

A wave of embarrassment crashed over you, and you curled back into yourself,  grumbling, “Let me live my life.”

“Not like this, I won’t.” Wilbur leaned over the table with a firm look, pointing his finger at you. “You need to ask him out.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and you felt your jaw drop open in disbelief. “No way,” you said, slapping your hands onto the table. “Absolutely not. I am not doing... that.”

You could practically see Wilbur’s impatience wearing thin, his mouth pressing into a thin line. “[Y/N]. C’mon. You like him—it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back, then shook your head, closing it—Wilbur knew you too well to even try. “Probably, but not to Clay. To him, I’m just his lab partner.”

“His cute lab partner,” he pointed out, lifting a finger. “Who is also pretty, and smart, and funny, and interesting and—”

The smile was stretching across your face before you could stop it, and you whined, feeling your chest grow warm with genuine appreciation. “Stop, please.”

Wilbur’s lips split into a teasing grin, and he poked a finger to your side. “You know I’m only calling it like I see it.”

When you glowered at him, he only laughed, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. Scoffing, you reached your arm toward him. “Well, if it’s only as much as you’re seeing it,” you said, “I guess I’ll just have to take these, then.”

Before he could react, your hand had wrapped around the side of his glasses, and you were pulling them off his face in a whirl. He jumped at the sudden change, and you watched as he fumbled with his sandwich, gaping at you as he whipped around. “Hey, give those back!”

You leaned back, sticking your tongue out at him as you held them above and behind your head. “Not until you stop.”

Now, it was his turn to glare at you, and he clenched his jaw with a long exhale. “Fine,” he said, focusing his attention back to his lunch. “I guess I just won’t tell you what’s happening on Friday, then.”

His glasses went limp in your hand, and your voice dropped down to a meek whisper. “There’s something happening on Friday?”

Wilbur only shrugged, humming softly. “Maybe, maybe not.”

Resting your elbows on top of the table, you pursed your lips, leaning forward to scan his face. “Will,” you said, your tone firm and demanding, “please tell me. Clay asked me if I was free on Friday and now I regret telling him no—you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

Wilbur lifted his head to meet your gaze, a look of pure shock and disbelief shooting across his face. “He asked you if you were free and you said no?” He paused for a moment, then sighed for what must have been the millionth time. “Maybe you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.”

You scowled, but didn’t say anything. Instead, you lifted your head to slide his glasses across the table toward him. “Here,” you said, the tiniest tinge of desperation soaking into your voice, “I’ll even give these back.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, picking up his glasses with a soft whistle. “That was easier than I thought,” he murmured, ignoring the glare you shot him. Sliding his glasses back onto his face with practiced ease, he turned his attention back to you with a gleam in his eye. “Fine then, I’ll tell you.”

You held your breath as he leaned forward, opening his mouth. “There’s a football game on Friday,” he said, “and Chrissy’s throwing a party for after the game.”

You stared at him, then frowned, confusion swirling in your eyes. “Chrissy?” you parroted.

Wilbur nodded. “Yes, Chrissy.”

Your eyebrows knitted together. While you didn’t really know Chrissy yourself, you most definitely knew of her. That was the case for a lot of people in your school. After all, how could you not know Chrissy? She was the head cheerleader and practically the face of the school. With shiny, golden hair and a dazzling smile that put the sun to shame, it was basically impossible to miss her—you’d have to be blind to.

On one hand, you wanted to believe she was stuck-up and catty like all the cheerleaders you saw in movies, but deep down, you knew you had no right to make that judgement. People said she was nice, and you had never spoken to her yourself, so who were you to stereotype her? But on the other....

“What does Chrissy have anything to do with this?” you blurted, your eyes scanning his face for even a hint of something more. “We’re talking about Clay, not her.”

Wilbur only stared blankly at you, his eye twitching in agony. “How you pass your classes and still manage to be this dense is beyond me.”

You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “Wilbur, you know I’m stupid. Now, will you please just get to the point?”

Wilbur dragged a hand over the bottom half of his face, sucking in a deep breath before lifting a hand toward you. “Chrissy is the cheer captain, [Y/N]. Clay is the quarterback. It’s an after-game party. He’s definitely going to be there.”

Silence washed over the two of you, and for an excruciatingly long minute, you simply stared at him, the dots slowly connecting in your head to form a full picture. After a few moments, Wilbur sighed again and looked away, giving you some time to think. Your head spun with thoughts of Friday, Clay, and your project, and you watched distractedly as Wilbur shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth, chewing while you eyed him up and down.

A party, huh? you thought to yourself. Maybe, just maybe...

Just like that, something suddenly snapped inside you, and you felt your chest swell with determination. You could not believe you were about to do this.

“Wilbur,” you said, calm and slow, “this changes everything.” When he silently cocked a brow at you, you tightened your jaw. “We’re going to that football game, then we’re going to Chrissy’s party.”

He nodded, only half-listening as he stuffed his now empty sandwich bag into his pocket. “Sure, yeah, good for yo—wait.“ He froze, and you almost let yourself feel a sliver of pride as he gaped at you. “You said we.”

You ignored the sense of slow, sinking horror settling into your gut as you swallowed, squeezing your hands into tight fists. “Yeah—we. Because I’m going to need the moral support.”

Wilbur blinked once. Twice. Then, a slow grin began to spread across his face, and you could already tell you were about to regret telling him that. “Does this mean you’re gonna—?”

You swallowed thickly, your throat bobbing as you threw back your shoulders and nodded, firm and true. “I’m going to confess to Clay.”

Wilbur was on his feet in an instant, his hand shooting forward to clap you on the shoulder. “Attagirl!” Pulling back, he crossed his arms over his chest, smiling eagerly. “Sure then, I’ll come with. But you’re driving.”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling yourself up until you were also standing. “You know I’ve only had my license for, like, half a week.”

He slung his arm over your shoulder, his lips twitching at the way you stumbled at his sudden movement. “That’s all the more reason to celebrate. Let’s go get ice cream.”

You gaped, somehow even more confused than before. “Celebrate? What are we celebrating? My driver’s license?”

Reaching down, Wilbur patted your head, grinning brightly. “You’ve made a step forward to finally being less of a wimp. That’s something.”

You sent him another glare, but shoved your hand into your pocket nonetheless. A few moments of rummaging later, you pulled out your parents’ car keys with a defeated sigh. “You’re lucky I like ice cream. But don’t blame me if I crash the car.”

“Hey,” he said, unwrapping his arm from its spot on your shoulder to pick up his bag, “even if you do, at least that way I’ll miss my stats test tomorrow.”

You gasped, frowning at him as you smacked his arm. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he simply hummed at you, his eyes gleaming in the sunlight. “Sometimes, the truth hurts,” he said, “and you just have to accept it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he waved a hand, gesturing to your backpack. “Enough of the melodrama, though—get your stuff. I want ice cream.”

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes at him again, leaning down to grab your backpack with one hand and your keys with the other. As the two of you began to make your way across the field, squinting past the blinding sunlight, you felt your heart flutter in anticipation.

Friday—you could wait for Friday.

The roaring applause was absolutely deafening around you as the football slammed into the grass, claps and shouts ringing across the bleachers like nothing you’ve heard before. On the other side of the field, you watched as the cheerleaders shook their pom-poms, Chrissy landing a flip in front of the crowd with a stunning grin. With a slight wince, you grimaced, your eyes flickering to the scoreboard. Your team was losing 24 to 37, but from the way everyone was yelling, you’d have thought they had just won a war. Did they just get a point, or...?

“You don’t know anything about football, do you?”

You whirled around, tearing your eyes away from the scoreboard to find Wilbur sitting beside you with a bucket of popcorn sitting on his lap. You frowned at his unimpressed look, resolve etched into your features. “I know things. Like, um—” You paused for a second. “Like, Clay is the quarterback.”

A sardonic smile stretched across his face, and he cocked his head at you. “That’s great,” he drawled. “But do you know what a quarterback does?”

You stiffened, digging your thumb into the palm of your hand. “Plays football?” you offered sheepishly.

Wilbur deadpanned, picking at a stray thread on his mustard yellow sweater. “You’re hopeless.”

You let out a whine, burying your face in your hands to at least try to ignore the aching warmth creeping onto your cheeks, a prickle of anxiety creeping up your spine. “I’m trying, okay?”

A hand settled onto your shoulder, familiar and warm. “I know, I know,” he murmured, sounding reassuring for once, “and I’m proud of you for that.”

You lifted your head, your wide eyes meeting his earnest ones. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really. But,” he added, something flashing in his gaze, “as your best friend, it is also my responsibility to clown you at every given opportunity.”

You pushed his arm off your shoulder with a pout. “You’re right, but I hate that you’re right.”

With a chuckle, he stuck his hand into the bucket on his lap, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Look,” he said, casting a worried glance at you, “I’m just trying to lighten the mood a little—you look like you’re stressed out of your mind.”

Your voice came out louder than you would have liked, your nails digging into your palms. “Because I am! I am, okay? He...” You trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “...he means a lot to me, and I really like him.”

Wilbur’s gaze grew soft, his hold on the popcorn bucket growing loose. “I know you do.” He paused for a moment, then nudged your shoulder with his. “Tell you what,” he began, “if we win the game, you tell him, but if we lose, we can just go home.”

You stared at him, the weight on your shoulders suddenly feeling a lot less heavy. “Seriously?”

He nodded, his lips quirking. “Yes. I don’t want to push you into doing something you’ll regret.”

You turned back to the scoreboard once more, your gaze darting back and forth between the 24 on the sign and the grass. Down below, you caught a glimpse of a uniform with the number one plastered across the back dashing across the field as the crowd cheered. The gears in your head whirred, and you felt your gut churn. Did you really want to leave and give up, now? Were you really okay with that?

Memories of emerald green eyes and loud peals of laughter flashed across your mind, and you felt your chest grow hot.

“Okay,” you breathed, quiet yet firm. “Okay, I think I—”

You stopped, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. Sucking in another breath, your eyelids shot open and you swallowed. “I can do this.” Your eyes flitted to Wilbur’s. “Yeah?” You nodded to yourself. “Yeah.”

Wilbur sucked on the inside of his cheek, his fingers nervously tapping on the side of the popcorn bucket. “We can still go home, it’s okay. We can leave now if you wa—”

You shook your head, and his words fell quiet. “No,” you sighed, feeling both nervous and relieved. “No. I’m gonna do it.”

His fingers stopped, surprise seeping into his expression. “You are?”

You watched as the football soared across the air, spinning in a perfect spiral. Something inside you flipped, and you found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

“I am.”

Flashing lights scattered broken rays of rainbows across the ceiling, moving bodies jumping and dancing against one another as their eyes glimmered with excitement. Some pop song you were pretty sure you had heard on the radio that morning was blasting through the speakers, making the floor shake beneath your feet. You blinked down at your shoes, feeling your arms tingle at your side with discomfort.

“I kind of regret doing this.”

Beside you, Wilbur let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he poured himself another glass of... whatever he had been drinking. “I literally told you we could leave earlier.”

Your hand trembled at your side, your thumb pressing against your side as you shuffled back and forth anxiously. “Do not remind me, please. I’m already on the verge of losing my mind right about now.”

Wilbur glanced down at you, taking in your shaking lip and nervous expression, then smiled, bending over slightly so that he was eye-level with you. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice still reaching your ear despite the deafening music, “you’ve got this, okay?” He pushed his cup toward you, gently tapping your arm with it. “I’m still here for you, even if goes badly. Remember that.”

The sting crawling up your spine grew a little fainter at his words, and you bit your lip, shooting him a sheepish smile. “Thanks. I’ll, um, find you later?”

Reaching his hand up, he ruffled your hair with a reassuring smile. “Of course. Go on, now.” Patting your back one last time, he bumped his side into yours playfully, pushing you forward. “You can do it.”

You pursed your lips one last time, willing the butterflies in your stomach to die down before turning on your heel and making your way through the house. You could do this—yeah, you definitely could! What was the worst that could happen?

You stepped past wild movements and braying laughter, weaving your way through the maze that was Chrissy’s house as your eyes swept over the bustling crowd. You never knew Chrissy lived in such a nice place, but really, you weren’t all that surprised, and you weren’t really complaining. After all, it was a nice party, and more than a great place to celebrate your school’s victory.

Although you would wished that it wasn’t as big as it was, if only so you could actually find Clay.

As you slowly pushed against the torrent of mingling people, your mind began to wander. I wonder if I look okay. Does my hair still look alright after Wilbur messed with it? He better not have ruined it. Or maybe Clay would find it cute? Your face burned, and you shook your head to yourself, muttering under your breath. You weren’t sure anymore, but you could tell that the nerves were starting to get to you.

You found your pushing into the kitchen, nearly toppling over someone’s leg as the dangling lights came into view. Reaching forward, you grabbed onto the counter to balance yourself, blood pumping in your ears. Were parties always this crazy, or was everyone just high off the adrenaline from the game? You couldn’t tell.

It was then that a voice called out over the deafening music echoing in your ears. “Yo, [Y/N]!”

You whirled at the sound of your name, your eyes scanning the kitchen for the owner’s voice before landing on a familiar face leaning up against the counter. “Sapnap?” you said, eyes widening as you walked over.

Sapnap flashed you a welcoming smile, raising his cup to his lips to take a small sip. “Hey,” he said, his voice somehow sailing across the blaring bass, “it’s good to see you. I feel like you never come to parties.”

You nodded, tucking some hair behind your ear as you offered him a sheepish smile, shrugging. “Just thought it would be nice to spend some a night out for once, you get me?” It was right when Sapnap nodded that you gasped, clapping your hands together. “Oh, by the way, have you seen Clay?”

Sapnap paused, fiddling with his cup. “Clay? I’m pretty sure he was with Chrissy out in the backyard.”

He jutted his head toward the glass, sliding door on the opposite side of the room, and you sent him a grateful grin. “Awesome, thanks.” Raising your hand in a wave, you turned. “See you around!”

He raised his cup in return, smiling back at you. “See ya.”

Your anxiety had blossomed into excitement now, a grin tugging at your lips as you leapt around the dining table and grabbed the door handle, sliding it open with a grunt. Stepping outside, you heard the splashing of the pool and bursts of giggles echo around you, washing the dim, evening clouds with a pale, swimming glow. Like the rest of her house, Chrissy’s backyard was big—bigger than you’d have thought. With a pool and a gazebo to boot, you were shocked by how unsurprised you were.

Sapnap said he was out here last time he saw him, you thought, wiping your damp palms on your bottoms. Your heart raged against your rib cage, beating wildly as you sucked in a deep breath. I guess it’s now or nothing.

Plastering a smile to your face, you lifted your head, taking a step forward only for your eyes to catch on someone moving in the gazebo.

Your heart stopped.

Tucked away under the gazebo’s arching roof, there sat Clay, his arm wrapped around Chrissy’s waist as he gazed at her with warm, fond eyes. He dipped his head down to whisper something into her ear, and you could only watch as she giggled, tilting his head down to press her lips against his in a soft, sweet peck.

Your lungs were constricted in your chest, and you suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. Every breath you took felt like a weight of bricks had been set into your bones, your vision hyper focusing on the sight lying a few feet away from you.

Her hands in his. His eyes focused on her. The sound of her laughter, light and pure. The flash of his smile, loving and kind.

He... Clay... and Chrissy...?

It was almost as you had ducked your head into the pool, everyone’s voices sounding murky and unfamiliar. Beside you, you could vaguely make out the conversation of two girls chatting away with one another, their smiles bright and gazes eager.

“Hey,” one murmured, “do you know how long Clay and Chrissy have been together?”

The other paused. “I think he asked her out after they won the game, right when everyone was coming over. Romantic, right?”

There was a gasp. “Really? That’s so cute. They’re perfect together, aren’t they? Head cheerleader with the quarterback—” A dramatic sigh. “—it’s like a movie or something.”

You heard a noise of affirmation. “And they’re both so nice. Like, gosh, no wonder they ended up together.”

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, your eardrums ringing inside your head. The world suddenly felt like it was a million miles away, like you were hearing everything through a tunnel as you stumbled your way back toward the house. Voices chatted around you and bodies jostled you as you walked, but all you could think about was the thought of Clay’s lips pressed to Chrissy’s, the image burned to the back of your eyelids.

Wilbur, you thought through the jumbled mess of your thoughts. I need to find Wilbur. Where is he?

Someone laughed beside you—it sounded too much like Clay. Everything was too loud, too bright. You were going to be sick.

Just then, a swathe of mustard yellow caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you were turning on your heel, pushing past strangers and acquaintances alike with only one goal in mind. Wilbur was taking to someone you recognized as Eret, the British transfer student from a little while back. They looked like they were getting along well, what with the way Wilbur was smiling, but right now, you couldn’t wait another second to get your best friend’s attention.

The moment you reached him, your hand was already gripping onto his arm, tugging at him. “Wilbur,” you said shakily, feeling like your knees were about to give out, “we need to leave. Right now.”

Wilbur turned, the bright lights making his eyes gleam in the dimness. “Oh, [Y/N], how’d it g—” His smile fell from his face the second his eyes met yours, worry flooding his features. “What happened?”

Your throat felt tight as you curled your fingers tighter into his sweater, the fabric bunching up in your hand. “Wilbur, please.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, then he nodded, his gaze softening. “Okay.” Turning, he sent a quick wave to Eret, muttering some excuse before dipping his head closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “I’ll drive,” he murmured. “Where to?”

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest, a small, tight noise leaving you as your lips struggled to form a sentence. “I don’t know—my house... yours... the park?” You clung to his arm like an anchor, half-feeling like you would drift off into the endless sea without him. “Just... anywhere but here.”

Wilbur scanned your face, his fingers twitching against your backside before he nodded, nudging you forward ever so slightly. “Park it is.”

You were only vaguely aware of being pulled away from the party, walking down the front steps of the house and into the passenger seat of the car as Wilbur turned on the ignition. Your vision grew blurry as you felt hot tears begin to stream down your cheeks, the world outside the car windows turning into a hazy mess of colour and shadows. Inside your chest, you felt the shards of your heart dig against your lungs. Heartbroken didn’t even begin to describe the anguish you felt.

At least you weren’t the one driving.

You kicked your legs back and forth on the squeaky swing set, the loud creaking digging into your skull like a thought you couldn’t shake. Your insides felt heavy underneath your skin, and you felt the back of your eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet Wilbur’s, who was standing in front of you, his face contorted in concern as he quietly waited for you to respond. “I...” you began softy, swallowing. “I’m not sure.”

He simply watched you for a moment, then nodded, murmuring a soft, “That’s okay.”

In the distance, you could see a lamppost flickering in the darkness, the light fading in and out of view like it was just barely grappling to stay afloat. A wave of sadness rolled over you at the sight, although you couldn’t name why, as you found yourself opening your mouth, the words tumbling from your lips in incoherent sentences.

“It’s just... I just... I, um. I—” You stopped, letting your eyes fall shut before you managed to whisper, “He was with Chrissy, you know?”

Wilbur froze, his eyes slowly widening as he took in your words. “He was?”

You nodded your head, something cold and broken rattling in your chest at the movement. “Yeah.”

Fury flashed across his face like a wildfire, and he crouched down before you, his jaw clenched tightly. “Even after he asked you if you had plans...” He scowled, cursing under his breath. “What a prick.”

You let out a soft laugh, but it felt forced, the smile immediately slipping off your face the moment you closed your mouth. “He was all over her, you could tell,” you whispered, clutching your arms tighter around yourself. “He was looking at her like... I dunno, like she had done something wonderful, like she was the greatest thing in the world.”

The back of your eyelids stung, and you sucked in a shuddering breath. The hollow hole in the pit of your stomach suddenly didn’t feel so empty anymore as something cold and sad began to pool around your lungs as you continued. “And like, gosh, just... you were right when you said the truth hurts, Will.” Beside you, you saw him since, his expression blurry from the tears starting to fill your eyes. “It hurts. A lot. It really, really does.”

Your hand clutched at the fabric covering your heart, almost as if you were trying to cradle the shattered pieces. “I know I can’t control his feelings, and I shouldn’t have expected anything,” you whispered, “but I just felt like we had something, you know? Like we could have been something. But now it’s all—”

Your voice suddenly cracked, your sentences cut off by an empty, choked out sob. Hot, wet droplets spilled down your cheeks, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your sides trembling. In an instant, Wilbur’s arms wrapped around you, and you felt him tug you into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder while you whimpered.

“Oh, [Y/N]...” he whispered, his hand stroking against your back.

You hiccuped against him, shaking like a leaf as you buried your face into his sweater. “I’m sorry for roping you into this—I really thought I had a chance, but what was I thinking? She’s Chrissy, and I’m just...” You sobbed. “I’m just...”

All of a sudden, Wilbur pulled you back from him, his hands gripping onto your shoulders tightly as his eyes bore into yours. “You’re you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes going wide. Wh-What?

Before you, Wilbur’s fingers dug sternly into your shoulders, his stare unwavering as he spoke clearly and true. “Look,” he said, “I can’t tell you what he was thinking, and I can’t tell you why he did that. But...” He paused for a moment, and you watched his face soften as his tone grew warm.

“I can tell you that he just passed up the best girl in the whole, wide world.”

You felt tears prick your eyes once more, but this time they didn’t burn. “Y-You’re just saying that,” you whined, reaching a hand up to wipe at your eyes.

He shook you gently in his arms, prodding you with his hands. “I’m not, I promise, even if I do think you’re my loser best friend.”

When you laughed this time, it didn’t feel nearly as heavy as it did before. You caught a glimpse of his smile as you pressed the sleeve of your shirt against your eyes, soaking up your tears. “Thanks, Wilbur,” you whispered as you sent him a smile—a real one. “Really.”

He grinned at you, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “Anytime, [Y/N]. Now,” he said, rising to his feet, “how do you feel about getting ice cream?”

You blinked at him, taking in the sight of his glimmering eyes in the light of the shining moon. “Please don’t tell me you’re calling this a celebration.”

He shook his head, but you caught the way his lips twitched in amusement. “No. Sometimes you just get ice cream because it makes you feel better.” He stretched his hand out toward you. “Here.”

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him pull you up from the creaky swing set with a slight huff. Once you let go, you held your palm up toward him, waiting. “I’ll drive.”

He cocked his head at you, slowly pulling your keys out of the pockets of his jeans. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

You shook your head at him, picking the keys up from his palm. “It’s alright.” Tossing them once in your palm, you flashed him a grin. “Hey, if I crash the car, I won’t have to hand in that assignment on Monday.”

Wilbur blinked at you once, then twice. Then, he burst into laughter, clutching at his chest as he keeled over, wiping a tear from his eye as he smacked your arm with his. “You know what?” he gasped between breaths as he stood upright once more. “I’ll pay for ice cream, this time.”

A cheer tore itself from your lips, and you pumped your fist in the air as you went racing down the hill toward your car parked by the sidewalk, the wind whipping at your face. Behind you, you could hear Wilbur shout your name as he chased after you, his voice echoing into the cool, dark night.

Maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought. Clay was happy, and while you weren’t quite there yet yourself, you knew that one day, you would be, too.

After all, while the truth may hurt, it wasn’t all bad, either.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Thanks for answering! Let's turn things around.

ETHAN finds an envelope full of photos of your MC with her ex/exes. Some are racy. How does he respond?

Anon lol you're killing me

He would find them in Lilac's childhood home in LA. He's curiously looking around in what used to be her bedroom, enjoying the pictures of young Lilac, the posters, the books—when he spots a sealed envelope on the desk. It's buried under other papers and books, but he can read the name.

Charlie Montalvo.

He pulls it out curiously and realizes it's an unopened letter.

“What's that?” Lilac asks, noticing it.

“It looks to be a letter, addressed to you,” Ethan says. “From your ex boyfriend.”

Utter confusion tugs her brow.

“Charlie,” he clarifies.

It is evident it is still not ringing a bell. Looking more and more mystified by the second, she takes it from his hand and opens it. Before either of them could properly grasp what is happening, a few Polaroids fall to the ground.

Ethan picks them up and freezes when he takes a proper look at one of them.

“Why is your ex sending you pictures of himself half naked?”

Lilac's eyes widen. “What?”

She takes a look for herself and looks mortified.

“I— what the fuck?”

She's momentarily frozen, blinking at the pictures as though the answer would appear there in writing. Then, she remembers something and hastily unfolds the letter in her hand. Her eyes scan the page quickly as she reads, understanding relaxing her expression.

“Oh my God,” she says, the last word breaking into a snort. She is laughing fully by the time she looks up at Ethan.

Ethan, meanwhile, fails to see the humor.

“Okay, I get what happened now,” she begins. “Back when Charlie and I dated, he went on vacation with his family to Lake Tahoe.”

That much is evident by the stunning, emerald backdrop in Charlie's pictures.

“He must've sent me this while he was over there. I always received mail here during my time at UCLA. It seemed pointless to change the address when I could just pick up my mail here every weekend. I must've missed this letter somehow.”

Ethan is still puzzled.

“He sent these pictures to your parents house?”

“It's not the same.”

He is scandalized.

Lilac, meanwhile, gives him an unfazed and borderline judgmental look. “Babe, we made out in this room ten minutes ago.”

“You're right. We might've been a bit worse.”

Knowing she has a point, Ethan says nothing. She can sense he's not fully appeased, however, because she playfully siddles to his side.

She laughs when she catches his indignant face.

“Relax! It's just Charlie in swimming trunks and no one saw them.”

“The one you sent me last week is hotter,” she comments.

“Is that so?”

“Hmm. And they come straight to my phone. So there's no risk of anyone in my family seeing them.”

Ethan rolls his eyes.

“You're intolerable sometimes.”

[bored-storyteller]

Oh Anon, thanks for the request. I should have waited, but it is a theme that I feel particularly close to now. Obviously, I don't pretend that this meets everyone's sensitivity, but I hope you like it.

Warning: we talk about death and mourning, angst / comfort with Leona

63- Twisted Wonderland, Leona Kingscholar x Reader

“Up on the stars “

That day of the year always comes. It doesn't matter how hard you try to forget it, or to continue your daily life as if nothing had happened. A little cricket in your head would always make you feel that weight in the back of your heart, and today it's the same.

Even if your everyday life has completely changed since you arrived at that school, even if it's all new and all strange to you, the feelings familiar to you have not been buried in your fantasies, unfortunately for you.

You really tried not to focus on that fact, but at the same time the suffering was all you had left.

It was the day of farewells, the day you finally realized how much loss must have frightened you. And today, despite being so far away, the knowledge that no matter how far you have traveled, you could have traveled a thousand worlds, but you could never see their smile again.

Under the transparent roof of the greenhouse, you are alone with yourself. Maybe you shouldn't stay like that, in the loneliness of the night, but it's like you feel out of place among people who you are not sure have the patience to bear your weight.

Your legs tighten to your chest in a feeble attempt to erase the loneliness, to feel at least a little the warmth of someone, of the embrace of those very loving arms towards you.

It's horrible when time takes a beloved voice out of your mind, and you try to remember the tone of it, their whisper and their laugh, but time and pain distort it. And you want to hear it again, to remember it, but you know you can never do it again.

What would you not give to do even one last thing with them? One last walk, one last tea with biscuits shared together, one last movie on the sofa, or even just a last greeting, anything that can transform that "farewell" into a "goodbye".

Affection survives death and turns pain into sweet memories over time, but despite everything it's still too early for you, and that sweet bond that binds you to them for you is just a thread dropped on the horizon, with no one to support him on the other side.

"What are you doing here, herbivore?"

A low but rough voice gives you a shiver down your spine. You don't really know what your stomach turmoil is causing, whether it's being discovered or simply because the pain continues to remain dull and heavy.

Leona's green eyes seem to glow in the night, just like those of felines, and they narrow on you in an act of concentration as she watches you.

"Why are you crying?"

He doesn't mince words, nor does he have sweetness in his voice, but you know him well enough by now to know that it's already kindness of him not to have roared at you to leave him alone.

"I ..." Your voice chokes in your throat. What words could you use? What could your feelings tell you?

Soon his back was turned to you. No wonder he wants to leave, he is not someone who insists or forces. It is the most logical thing to do to leave if you are there to be alone.

Yet, perhaps thanks to the darkness, it does not seem to you that he is just leaving. For a moment he disappears before your eyes. For a moment you imagine the void in his place, a huge void that you will never be able to fill.

"Leona!"

Your anguished voice makes him whirl around. The pain is so evident that not even the hardness of his heart can hide the worry.

He is not immediately by your side, he does not pull you into a warm and comforting embrace, he does not have sweet words of love for you. Yet his firm step approaches, and his gaze scrutinizes you from above.

"What's up?"

This time you can't help but answer his question. You have to tell him something, you have to. Not for him, but for you, you have to say something so that he doesn't leave. You don't want to say goodbye yet, you don't want to be left alone in the cold of the night, you don't want to endure it all alone.

"Today, some time ago, in the other world, a person dear to me died." Your voice came out clear, more than you expected, one last exhalation before the lump in your throat becomes present again.

It hurt to say those words, but with him you wanted to be honest, direct, just like him.

For a moment the silence spreads in the greenhouse, and you almost think you are wrong, to be alone again without you noticing it, but a rustle at your side gives you comfort.

The prince is now sitting next to you, his tail floats lightly behind your back and you can feel the warmth of his body. You always imagined that he was hot, like sand in the rays of the sun.

"How bad does it hurt?"

His question surprises you, but that painful tremor running through your bones is too massive for you to think about.

"As if a piece of my body had been ripped off."

Cruel, bloody, yet it was the most truthful thing. Part of you died that day. It didn't survive, a part of you disappeared and was buried with them. Life goes on, they told you, but you knew it wasn't quite true. Your life went on, but it was only a part of your life, that little part of your journey stopped there, in front of a tombstone. A tombstone that you cannot reach, as far as you are.

"It's normal, almost logical." Leona's response is not charitable, yet you feel it almost gentle, uttered in that low tone. He's not looking at you, his weight is resting on his palms firmly anchored to the ground behind him, and his eyes wander into the sky, beyond the glass surface of the greenhouse.

You don't really care that he pays attention to you, while he's there it means so much to you.

"Hey Herbivore ..." His voice resounds after a few minutes of silence, and despite the disregard of tone and nickname, there is a note unknown to you in it "you know ... it was once said that the great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. "

Your palm slides over your eyes to ward off tears and allow your pupils to reach his, lost in the sky.

"It's not just the great kings up there."

Suddenly, as if a bell had just tinkled next to your ear, the world - so different from yours - comes together, and you remember you are talking to Leona. He is certainly the person sitting next to you.

"Do you really believe this?" Your question is still broken and light, but now your gaze is only for him.

The lion returns it with a fleeting glance which, however, immediately flies up again, among unknown universes: "I never needed to do it."

Your gaze still insists on him, and he notices it, you understand it from that slight annoyed sigh that filters through his fangs: "Listen, I don't think anyone would ever bother to watch over me, but over you ..." The emerald green of his gaze warms you like a hearth "Who could ever stop being next to you?"

Those words pour out on you sweet and powerful alike. A new wave of tears threatens to flow but you don't have time for them, too caught off guard, too enchanted by something so tender and new.

It is not the words, it is that he said them, that suddenly make you feel weak and strong at the same time.

"Leona ..." You would like to talk again, but an extremely familiar touch touches your arm.

It's a fleeting touch, but warm and affectionate, a touch you have long wanted to feel again.

You turn around to meet their loving fingers, but all you see is the lion's tail moving slowly in the darkness. It's not a disappointment for you though.

You are not disappointed even when you notice something known in Leona, something so loved and sought after that for a moment you almost believe that they are really there, in front of you.

They and Leona have nothing to do with each other, they could not even have imagined his existence. Yet the affection for you that navigates his gaze at this moment is the same as they had.

Suddenly you realize that perhaps Leona is right. Maybe they are the only person in your world able to be next to you, placing a little of their love for you in the hearts of those around you.

Slowly you let your eyelids drop as your body bends down. Your head rests in Leona's lap, and he doesn't do anything to push you away.

He does not give you sweet caresses, nor reassure you of his presence, but his tail rests silently on your side, in sweet security.