#how nice i really didn't expect anyone else to be interested in them

[hydrachea]

Hi! Saw you talking about Wriowinne/Sigewrio in a previous post, and I would love to hear your headcanons or thoughts on them, if you have any! I have also gone through the same experience of labelling them as father and daughter at first but the archon quest changed my mind since it made them look more like partners in crime to me hahaha

Hi there! I see the archon quest has made several people rethink their vision of Sigewinne, honestly I'm really happy with what Mihoyo has done with her. It's nicely obvious that she's as mature as Wriothesley is, even Paimon says she feels like an older sister - she may look like a kid, but nobody treats her like one because she clearly isn't one.

As for wriowinne, as you said, they really feel like partners in crime! I wound up shipping them because they're clearly close, and because I am not immune to this kind of dynamic - scary-looking guy who's actually pretty sweet, and innocent-looking girl who's actually pretty off-putting. Sigewinne seems to have been Meropide's nurse for a long time, she knows exactly what kind of environment and what kinds of people she's working with. So I imagine the archon quest wasn't a one-off kind of event and Wriothesley involves her in his decisions and actions more often than not! She's someone he can trust with a lot. And he's someone who knows what she's like, so she can study human behavior all she likes around him.

(Though it's been a running joke with a of my few friends that Wriothesley is a bit of a weirdo and is very into what makes Mélusines seem off-putting to other people, so I'm sure a few of her results are skewed with him.)

Someone else I'll happily direct you to if you're interested in several walls of text's worth of headcanons is my own partner in crime @feroluce, who's been slowly losing their mind over these two and who I'm pretty sure only needs a single ask to unleash the flood of ideas they have for them!

[cupidhoons]

HIS CHEERLEADER

SUMMARY You and Heeseung are friends with benefits. But, why did you have such an effect on him? PAIRING sports player ! heeseung x nerdy fem ! reader (slight jake x fmr) GENRE oneshot & highschool! au, romance, fluff, f2l WARNINGS y/n and heeseung are said to be fwb, heeseung is down bad for you, kissing, swearing, grammar errors, bad writing of sports, lmk if there's more!

"STOP LOOKING FOR HER."

Heeseung whipped his head towards Jake, his expression cross. "I'm not looking for her. She's probably not coming to watch anyway. She doesn't like these types of environments." Heeseung looks down and fidgets with his fingers. "Though, it would be really nice if she came. I'd do better on court." His lower lip coming out without him intending to. Jake laughs at his best friend's sorrowness.

"You look like a lost puppy when you talk about her. Are you sure being 'friends with benefits' is all you want?" He questioned while making air quotes around friends with benefits.

Heeseung defends himself. "We aren't even doing that! We just kiss sometimes and that's it, but it's not a big deal."

Jake narrowed his eyes toward Heeseung. "So, if I said that Y/n was hot and I wanted to take her out one day, you would be okay with it?" His jaw clenched as he looked at Jake. "No, I wouldn't be okay with it. You can't do anything with her or I will-"

"Okay okay! It was a joke Heeseung. I wouldn't actually go for your girl." Heeseung's cheeks burn at Jake's last words. His girl had a pretty nice ring to it. There was no denying that he wanted to make you his.

"Y/n isn't my girl. She only sees me as a friend and sometimes we like to try things."

"I don't understand why you're so interested in her. She's pretty, but she's the complete opposite of you. She's got the brain and smarts and you are...well, Heeseung."

Heeseung looked down. "You aren't supposed to understand when you like someone. It just happens." Jake laughs at his friend before shaking his head. "So, you do like her."

"I don't."

"Yeah, and I don't have a dog named Layla."

"Fuck you." Jake laughs hysterically as Heeseung walks to the court and plays with the volleyball in his hand. His heart hammers in his chest as he gets ready to serve. But, he hears a voice pierce through the air.

"Go Heeseung!"

His focus is suddenly disrupted and the ball goes straight into the net. Fuck. Heeseung's eyes go wide. Even though there's tons of people cheering his name, it's different when he hears your voice. He malfunctions a bit. Why did his mind turn into mush when it comes to you?

"Hey lover boy, get your shit together!" Jake exclaims as Heeseung shakes his head and furrows his eyebrows. When did you have this effect on him?

You sat on the bleachers as you watched the boys play. You didn't expect to come, but you chose to be there for him because he was so excited to watch him play. Besides, you needed a change to setting considering that you were always in your room.

You watch as your friend serves again, and the ball goes in the air this time. You see that a lot of girls are here to cheer on the guys, and it's pretty obvious that a lot of the boys got the girls that want them. You wonder if anyone else has eyes for Heeseung.

You wouldn't be able to complain about it, he's cute and has an attractive build since he played sports. His muscles show that he's been working out and his tank top of revealing all of it. He looks perfect.

You can't also deny that you have eyes for your best friend, you find him attractive. Sometimes, you think that you feel a little bit more than you should. And it scares you, just a bit, though.

"Hey Y/n!" Jake says walking towards you during their water break. You smile as you hand him his bottle. "Hey Jake! How long have you been out here?" He settles himself beside you as you scoot over a bit for him. Heeseung's friends are so incredibly fine, there was no denying. "Mmm I'm not sure, maybe since nine? I don't know...But, I should tell you something."

You go closer to him and the glimpse him and see Heeseung staring at you both. Jake has a glint in his eyes that tells you he's about to cause trouble. How silly Jake is. "I'll tell you later since Heeseung is coming over. But," He puts his mouth by your ear and whispers. "I think Heeseung doesn't really like it when I talk to you alone. I think he might have feelings for you." Your eyes grow wide and Jake giggles at your reaction. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you later, sweetheart."

You smile shyly at him as Heeseung replaces his spot when Jake leaves. "What's up with him? Did you touch you?"

"No. Well, not in an uncomfortable way anyway." You nod. You feel him put an arm around you. You freeze.

He might really like you.

What's wrong?" He notices the way you look bewildered.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, go play for me." Heeseung laughs as you slightly nudge him.

"Do you want me to show off or something?"

"Why not? I get to have the man that everyone wants." You scrunch your nose. There was a funny thing about you being her at his games. The way you would just say the flirtiest lines for fun to taunt him made him feel weirdly happy.

When he needed motivation, you were his solution. You pushed him to his limits, and he didn't know why. Maybe he wanted to show of just a little to make you proud. But, he loved when your smile seemed to be wider when you saw him. He wanted to see that everyday.

So, with courage, you finally let it out. Jake gave you a boost of confidence into saying what was on your mind, so you wanted to try. "Think of it this way, if you win this one for me...I'll go out with you. For real this time. Not as friends, but something more." Heeseung's jaw went slack as the words left your mouth.

The blush was evident on your face as the moment passes by, but Heeseung finally get his senses back and beams.

"I would love to go out with you as something more." You smile at his answer, thankful that he didn't reject your offer. You suppose you owe Jake for this. "Then, play well for me babe."

Now, it's Heeseung's turn to be blushing. You didn't know where you got the sudden pet name from, but you sure did love seeing a flustered Heeseung in front of you.

"I sure as hell will." He nods his blushing head.

You watch him walk back to the court. Jake look at you with a knowing glance. He knows damn well that you did something during the break. You feel like your sudden boldness came out of nowhere, and you weren't sure what to think of it. It's funny how a single guy can make you feel so giddy inside.

As the match begins, you watch as he dives for the ball to keep it up. When spiking it, he makes sure he gives it his all. Jake continues to glance at you from time to time, trying to understand what exactly you did to make his friend play harder.

With every hit, he looks over at you, who gives him the biggest smile. He feels euphoric.

THE MATCH ENDS in the next hour. The Decelis team destroyed the other side with a 2-1 game and the last set with 25-14 points.

He really tried this one. Your eyes are wide as his team starts to cheer and yell in victory. The girls from the bleachers running towards the group to congratulate them and probably ask them out. You see a few girls crowding around Heeseung, who seems to not care at all. His focus is on you and you only.

You laugh at him struggling to get through the crowd around him. You find it a classic that he had girls crawling to him as you still sat on the bleachers. His eyes on you, a wide grin drawn on his face because he knows what's coming. He rejects the girls asking him out and nearly trips on his way to you.

"You don't have to rush y'know. I don't wanna ruin the party." You say lightly as Heeseung pulls you up to your feet and presses his lips on yours. You're shocked by the sudden intimacy from your friend. You can hear Jake screaming at you two and it makes you want to laugh, but you can't. Not when Heeseung is kissing you like your his last breath in front of everyone. He's putting all his emotion into it.

You feel his arm snake around your face as you push him away. He chases your lips and you groan. "You are so sweaty Hee! Get off!"

"No. Not when you're finally mine." He holds you tighter to his body. You grab the towel around his neck and start to wipe his sweaty face and arms. You giggle as you lock eyes with him.

"Are you that in love with me? Your eyes say everything."

"Duh, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we became friends. Why do you think we were experimenting with kisses and couple-y stuff?"

"Well, I don't know. I just thought you wanted some fun." You shrug as he frowns.

"I wanted to ask you out first, but you beat me to it. And, I didn't like it when Jake basically made out with your cheek." You laugh at his remark. "I really did! Made me want to die knowing my girl let a guy kiss her cheek!" He added, making you laugh even harder. You whack him and push his clingily self off you to get your things.

"So, about that date? Where would you like to go?"

"Anywhere with you there. Also, promise me something." You nod as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Your heart feels like it's about to explode and its freaking you out. You see Jake across the court putting his thumbs up for you two. He's happy that you two finally got together. Heeseung kisses your hand and you blush harder than ever.

"Be there for me when I need you. Come to my games and kiss me often. I'm more of a physical guy y'know."

"I know, and I promise." You laugh and kiss him again.

As he stares down at you, Heeseung knows he made the right choice with you, His mom likes you, and you get along with his friends. You are only girl for him. You loved him for him, you were in this for him. He couldn't be any happier to know the girl of his dreams is finally his girlfriend and his number one cheerleader.

END.

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[matrixbearer2024]

Hey, this might require a little research. I’m just curious if Vox sometimes gets nostalgic for his own time (1940s-1950s) and if collegestudent!Reader would sometimes appeal to his “old man” interests? Like playing music that was popular during that time, or wearing fashion from then, or going to a drive-in movie theater (I’m assuming there are places that cater to certain decades in hell since cannibal town is so 1930s it’s insane)?

Nostalgic Memories

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Funnily enough, it was briefly touched upon in one of the interludes that dear Reader actually took some time to research about some stuff around the era Vox was alive in just to understand him a little better. They personally don't like collecting antiques of a time they didn't live in- but they do appreciate the unique fashion style and trends of the time period. It's often a joke between them about how "old" Vox is because of when he died despite not actually being that far in age biologically to (Y/N). (Vox died in his 30's, Reader is in their mid to late 20's) My personal taste actually quite matches the TV man's time period(I have a stupid amount of blazers and vests it's kinda idiotic lmao) so my preferences slightly bled into Reader's view on the vintage style. Anyway, here's a quick drabble about this because I literally just want more content between these two.

"Hey Vox! Come over! I wanna show you something!"

It was just a simple vague text he saw from you during a meeting. You could've been talking about quite literally anything for all the overlord knew. Sometimes what you found interesting was just so unpredictable that Vox eventually stopped trying to guess what was in store.

He grabbed his phone and shot back a quick reply, they were merely discussing some boring statistics anyway. He could spare you a minute.

"I'm in a meeting right now doll."

"Then afterwards! I promise it won't take long!"

Vox slightly raised an eyebrow at that, what had you possibly planned to suddenly be so persistent with him? Actually- what kind of insanity did you want to drag him into this time?

The overlord contemplated about replying when you continued to send message after message asking him to visit the hotel because of something you wanted him to see. After a bit of you asking, curiosity got the better of him and reluctantly he agreed.

"Fine, since you asked so nicely. But I won't stay for long okay? I'm a busy guy dollface."

"YAY! Thank you! I promise you'll enjoy it!"

He smiled at the text you sent back. Of course you plastered a number of cute emojis and hearts at the end of it. Whether it was meant to simply be friendly or a joking show of affection was easily lost on the overlord- but it was more than evident that his mood had improved if anyone else in the meeting had anything to say about it.

By the time Vox dropped by the hotel at your request, the last thing he expected was your peculiar outfit choice. It was a little older than what he generally attributed to your style, dare he say it was more reminiscent of his own outfit even.

"Okay, what's with the style change? Any special occasion?"

"Nah, I just wanted to try something new. Whaddya think? I really like the vibe too, real classy!"

The overlord just playfully rolled his eyes when you twirled to give him a full look at the outfit, what were you seriously trying to achieve this time? Did you dress this way on purpose for him?

If the excited way you looked up at him was any indication, Vox was inclined to believe you had tried to score some nostalgia points with him. Ironically, your ridiculousness was actually somehow working too.

"You look swell dear, who fashioned you the outfit though?"

"Lucifer helped me, dude's kind of a natural at balancing comfort and style."

Ah, that made a lot of sense.

Had Velvette fashioned you these clothes- Vox wouldn't have needed to come all the way to the hotel. Why the king of hell even entertained your shenanigans still struck him as a little odd- but not really unwelcome.

The overlord snapped out of his thoughts when he saw your hand extended out to him, the smile on your face only served to add to his confusion. What were you doing?

"Dance with me? Come on, don't tell me you don't know how."

Oh you were playing this game now? Well, Vox wasn't ever one to back down from a challenge. Not from anybody, and especially not from you.

"Oh it's on darling! But do try to keep up."

Your companion flicked his wrist as a jolt of electricity came out of his hand and blasted to your phone. Which had predictably started to blast some 40's tunes when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest.

"Oh please, as if you can even tire me."

You only returned his grin when you faced the overlord again, your hands intertwined with his claws as you both danced away happily engrossed in your own little world. Your laughs and banter echoing the hotel lobby accompanied by a vintage melody of songs long past their time.

Vox was supposed to be in and out of there in just an hour, but he lost track of time in his enjoyment with you that he'd accidentally socked his entire schedule that day.

Not that he could bring himself to care when you giggled and roped him back in for one more dance.

It was just one more, who was counting anyway?

[mynameisnotfiveweenies]

You've always been beautiful | Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Reader

Summary: After a bad date, Bakugou comforts you

Being in love was hard. Being in love with Katsuki Bakugou was even harder.

We went to middle school together and he was an ass. He thought because he had an amazing quirk that made him better than everyone else, I didn't like that. Izuku is my best friend and a target for bullies. I would take no shit. I stood up for Izuku many times, using my water quirk to counteract Bakugou's explosions. He turned a nasty shade of red whenever I did that.

Izuku learnt how to stand up for himself in UA and developed into an amazing hero so I wasn't needed as much to fight off the bullies, which meant me and Bakugou became nothing but classmates. That was until I began to fall for him.

It was easy, natural. I first started noticing him, like really noticing. The way he would train in class, the way his back muscles would tense under his costume when we would be in class, everything. I didn't tell anyone. There was no way he would like me or even find me attractive, so I kept it to myself.

It was around the middle of third year, when I had turned eighteen, that I started dating. I was on the usual apps and met a few people from there, most of them nice, some neutral and one guy a complete dick.

This one guy, lets call him Pete, was an asshole. I have always been big. Despite the training and the diet, I was big. It rarely bothered me and it never effected my training. I was happy with the way I looked.

I dressed in a maxi length, bodycon dress that clung to my hips, ass and my belly. I wore a cropped denim jacket to keep the cold out. I felt confident and wore light makeup and hoop earrings.

I came down from my dorm room and passed the living room, where everyone was having a movie night. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and my cheeks heated up.

Mina was the first to notice me as I tried to sneak passed and wolf whistled. "Damn mama!"

The whole class turned then and the whistling continued.

I couldn't help but glance at Bakugou. He did not whistle but he eyes were fixed on me. I placed my hands in front of my belly and walked quickly to the door, wanting to escape his gaze.

"Shut up!" I exclaimed as I opened the door.

"Use protection!" I heard Mina shout and I giggled out the door.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant. I turned up ten minutes late and found him siting near the window.

"Hey!" I greeted and he looked up.

He looked at me with wide eyes as I sat down.

That's when I knew, he didn't think I was going to be big.

My pictures did not hide anything, I showed everything as I had enough of being turned down because of my weight. He seemed to expect someone smaller.

The first red flag was when I ordered.

"I'll have a burger please." I shut the menu and handed it to the waitress with a smile.

"Really?" He said, his eyebrow turned up.

"Yeah?"

He didn't reply but his eyes were wide, I held my tongue.

The food was really good but he barely spoke. He kept glancing at me.

We ended the date and I couldn't wait to get out. I knew he wasn't interested and made me split the bill.

We were outside, he was waiting for a taxi. I said, "Thanks for the date."

He scoffed, putting a cigeratte between his teeth. "Well, you should really warn your dates you're fat in the future, by the way."

Despite everything, it stung.

"Yeah?" I said, my anger building. "Well you should warn your dates you're a short asshole, by the way."

I turned on my heel and walked away. My anger made me walk fast until I got closer to the dorms and I began to cry.

It was stupid. I liked how I looked but the comments were hard sometimes. I had been told my whole life that unless I lost weight, no one would ever love me. I believed for a long time. I tried everything, every diet you can think of. I starved myself, made myself sick but this is it. I am just big. I train everyday and eat well to be a hero for fucks sake, I am not unhealthy. But, a small part of me still believed that.

I made it to the dorms and sat down on the porch steps, sobbing.

I kept crying until I heard the front door open, I wiped my tears as quickly as I could. I looked up and saw Bakugou standing there, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can you cry any louder?" He said before sitting next to me, sighing.

I chuckled humourlessly, wiping my eyes. "Sorry."

He looked at me curiously, "What no 'fuck off'?"

I shook my head, "Not in the mood to fight tonight Bakugou."

He stayed quiet for a bit before, "Does this have something to do with your date?"

I looked over at him for a minute. "Do you really wanna hear about it?"

He nodded, serious. Weird.

"Well, the guy was obviously expecting someone who looked very different from me." My throat caught and I breathed evenly. "He barely spoke and kept just...glancing. I ordered a burger and he was all like 'really?' You know? Insinuating I should eat a salad or something."

Bakugou scoffed, his face contoured in familiar anger.

"I ignored it and carried the conversation. At the end, I said thank you and you know what he said?"

I looked over at Bakugou, tears in my eyes. He inclined his head. I looked away.

"He said, 'next time you should warn your dates your fat'. Like the way I am and the way I look should come with a warning label...its not like I hide it, all my pictures you can see I'm big."

We stayed quiet for a while and I silently cried.

"Y/N..." Bakugou began and I looked over. He didn't look angry now, he looked murderous. "I hope you know you deserve a lot better than that asshole."

I began to speak and he cut off me off. "Just because your big doesn't mean your unattractive. If anything, you're even more attractive for it."

I stayed silent, taking it all in. It was strange, hearing Bakugou be so nice to me.

"You've always been beautiful, even when we were kids. Don't let one asshole make you this upset."

My stomach clenched as he spoke, taking in his words. Oh my god. I couldn't believe it.

I looked at him, my mouth parted slightly. "You mean it?"

He looked forward, refusing to meet my eyes but nodded.

I grinned, leant forward and kissed his cheek lightly. He tensed up but I stood up before he could say anything. He looked up at me, a slight pink to his cheeks that made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

"You're beautiful too, Katsuki." I said and then quickly escaped back into the dorms.

The look on his face, rosey cheeks and lips parted made me burst with hope. Maybe, just maybe, my crush on him is reciprocated.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! As a big girl myself I love writing this kind of thing, send in your requests!

[violet-butterflies]

❥︎ yandere! Theater Actor

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ Abuse of power, Mentions of murder, Slight mentions of workplace bullying ( male yandere! oc x gn reader )

You first met yandere! Theater Actor when you first joined the theater troupe. yandere! Theater Actor was the most senior and respected actor in the troupe and everyone loved his charismatic and caring personality. He was also very creative and has natural gift of being a leader.

As a rookie, you felt eager to prove yourself but you can't help but feel overwhelmed when you went into your first script-reading session with all the other actors. You quickly felt overwhelmed and nervous with your abilities when you were now actually working as a member of a theater troupe that you looked up to despite only holding a small role in the whole production.

However, yandere! Theater Actor kept giving you compliments and a satisfied smile whenever you said your lines.

"Mmm. That's pretty good! I'm sure you'll do great" he would comment after you said your lines or in breaks.

It was no surprise to anyone that yandere! Theater Actor landed the main role in the production and was even an influential voice in the creative direction of the whole production. He was so cool! You can't help but look up at him as a role model and someone you aspired to be.

You didn't expect a thing when he kept voicing out constructive criticisms and compliments when the production began during the on-stage rehearsals. He was even asking for your opinion on what he could improve in the play! You only thought of it as yandere! Theater Actor looking out for the new kid so they'd adapt and fit in with the group.

"y/n That was so good! I can tell that you have been practicing! Keep it up and you'd be my favourite troupe member!"

"Hm... I think you could do better in scene 14. I mean you're already doing great but I think it wouldn't hurt if your tone was a bit more melodic when you call my role's name out..."

"Hey, y/n? Do you think this should be turquoise or violet? I can't decide and I think your opinions would really help."

'He was such a nice guy!' you thought. He really values everyone's opinion on the production!

Even as the days passed, you'd always find yourself within yandere! Theater Actor's presence. Not only that, you'd always get little treats from him in between breaks to having dinner with him after rehearsals. Even the crew began to tease you on how much you were doted on by yandere! Theater Actor. Most people thought it was cute except for the other person who was acting as the other lead and the romantic interest in the production. After all, yandere! Theater Actor was supposed to hang out with them more to build chemistry between the actors! Why is he hanging out with some random side role anyway?

It was clear that the other lead actor was jealous and did not like you but they'd never do anything too serious. What they'd usually do to you would be sending out cold and rude remarks or criticize your acting. However most of the time it would mostly consist of them ignoring your whole existence. It hurt your feelings in the beginning and you'd have your mood ruined for the whole day. Now, though, you learnt to just ignore it.

Someone else though, took notice and thought that it was about time that he took action into his own hands.

It was the middle of the production when yandere! Theater Actor arrived late to work. It was the first time ever that the respected actor was late to any rehearsal so people really began worrying about him. However, after noticing that the other lead who played the romantic interest was late too, people began thinking that the two were late because they hooked up the night before. Not too surprising to anyone else but you really since apparently whenever a production happened, those two would always be each other's romantic interest. Maybe this time they fell in love with who they are as a person and not as someone else.

"Gosh sorry for being late! I had to deal with a huge inconvenience!" yandere! Theater Actor a whole two hours later. People began asking him about the whereabouts of the other lead who still has not shown up, expecting that the two would show up together. But to their dismay, yandere! Theater Actor only simply shrugged his shoulders before dismissing the whole situation.

"I'm sure they're ok. Maybe they went down with the common cold and are passed out at home!" yandere! Theater Actor assured before going right by your side and slinging his arm over your shoulder. The rest of the crew then began rehearsals feeling a little bit more assured.

For the rest of the rehearsal, yandere! Theater Actor insisted that you took the place of the missing lead and be the romantic interest instead; which you blatantly rejected before yandere! Theater Actor convinced the whole crew to encourage you to do it.

You thought that you'd only be replacing the other leads place for that day until terrible news began to spread on the set.

The whole atmosphere was gloomy and sad when you showed up to rehearsal the next day. You were ready to go back to acting as a little old side character since it was way less pressure for you to handle and you had genuinely connected to your character.

"The other lead... They were brutally murdered," yandere! Theater Actor broke the news since no one dared to say anything. Your heart dropped alongside your mood. What the fuck even are the odds? You didn't like them but you didn't want them to die.

"I know this isn't the time to ask about this but... what's gonna happen to the production?" one of the crew members meekly asked. The mood seemed to drop even more. It was already mid-production and there had been too much money invested on the whole thing to cancel it. But with one of the crew that played a major role suddenly passing away like that, it would be difficult to find a replacement as soon as possible.

"Well... why don't y/n do it?" yandere! Theater Actor suggested. In an instant, all eyes were on him. Your eyes went wide as you tried to find every excuse to reject it. This is your first even production! You don't have the balls to take on such a big role yet!

Your pleas went on deaf ears though due to the sheer influence yandere! Theater Actor had over the whole crew. Everyone respected him too much. After all, if yandere! Theater Actor was the one suggesting the idea, it must be the best course of action, right? See, even the director agrees!

Eventually, you were forced to take on the role. But don't worry though, yandere! Theater Actor will make sure to give you extra rehearsal after the main one! It doesn't even have to be in the empty theater after everyone left if that scared you too much. He can always to extra practice with you at your own house or even at his!

"Oh, Jericho... How I love you so," you said with as much love in your voice as a used script book was on your other hand. yandere! Theater Actor looked at you with so much love present in his eyes. One of his hands was holding yours as he stood right in front of you. His other hand was on your hips.

The two of you were on a dark stage after everyone had gone home for the day.

"Words can't even begin to express how much love is in my heart," yandere! Theater Actor lovingly sighed as he then puts his forehead on yours, "The world's seas can't even complete with the amount of love I feel for you. The world's most beautiful sunset can't even begin to compete on how beautiful this love is between us."

"Neither can I, Jericho..." You then quickly glanced at the script to see what happens next. Next was an intimate kiss that is shared between the two lovers. You honestly didn't really feel comfortable with doing this yet. You've never even had your first kiss before. yandere! Theater Actor noticed your hesitance instantly.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a weirdly intimate tone as he laced your fingers in between his.

"I... I don't know... Sorry for being so unprofessional," you apologized and was about to pull away to regain your composure. yandere! Theater Actor kept his grip on you though as the hand that was on your hips quickly moved to your cheek.

"Don't worry about it. Here, I'll help you," he assured before giving you the most intimate kiss known to man. You could feel the amount of passion behind it as you tried to keep up. You can't help but think to yourself about how cool yandere! Theater Actor is to be able to synchronize himself completely to the role he was playing.

yandere! Theater Actor, on the other hand, was on could nine. Breaking into his past lead role's house and brutally taking care of them was so worth it if he gets to make you play his romantic interest.

A/N I might make a part 2 of this one idk. Anyways maybe I should start coming up with names... But I'm indecisive so here's a poll! I'll then refer to yandere! Theater Actor with that name when a part 2 comes out. (or when someone requests me to make something with him in it)

[beansandsprouts]

Not as Bullshit as I Thought

Summary: World where your soulmates first name is written on your right arm in their handwriting. Dean however thinks the whole concept is ridiculous. That is until he actually meets his soulmate.

Warnings: cursing (duh), brief mention of violence

Dean hated the concept of having a soulmate. With how much Chuck had fucked up the world he found it ridiculous that he'd somehow be able to decide that two people were perfect for each other. The idea was obscene, so he'd made the effort to always cover that name scrawled on his arm. He never went looking for you.

You felt much the same. A soulmate seemed like a stupid concept. There was no way in hell there was another person out there who was absolutely perfect for you. You didn't bother covering your mark, but you also never made any effort to find this mysterious "Dean."

Dean was hunting a vampire that had been terrorizing a small town. He'd already questioned the victim's partners, friends, and anyone else of interest. And he'd managed to figure out where this vamp could possibly be hiding.

He was coming back to his motel room after a late lunch to change out of his fed suit and into proper hunting clothes, and you were doing the same. You didn't see him but boy did he see you.

It was like you hit him with a truck. He froze in place as he watched you get out of your classic Ford Landau, your suit fit you perfectly. He felt like he'd never seen a woman so beautiful. The curve of your jaw and shape of your lips. It made his heart pound. He watched as you walked to your motel room door, swiftly unlocking it and stepping inside.

The moment you were out of sight he shook himself from his stupor. You were definitely hot, but right now wasn't the time to get distracted. He had a hunt to finish.

He prepped his gear and waited til the sun began to set, when he got back outside your car was gone. He didn't think anything of it, assuming you'd gone out for dinner. Maybe you were a business woman. He grinned at the thought, he liked the idea of someone as gorgeous as you being in power.

He drove to the abandoned cabin a few miles out of town, parking a little ways away so he could take them by surprise. He crept through the woods, machete in hand. But as he got closer to the cabin he heard the sounds of crashing and yelling.

Dean took off running toward the cabin, had the vamp already grabbed another victim? And they weren't dead yet.

He burst through the door in time to see you kick the vamp in the chest, causing it to stumble back. You were baring your teeth and there was a feral look in your eyes as you swiftly brought your machete down to behead the monster.

You looked over at Dean with blood sprayed over your face. You glanced him up and down, a slight smirk on your face.

"Seems like I beat you to it."

Dean stared at you in surprise for a moment, that bloodthirstiness he'd seen in you just two seconds ago had left him feeling things he'd never felt. He cleared his throat.

"Guess so."

You chuckled and wiped the blood on your face.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you."

Dean froze the moment you spoke your name. There was absolutely no way it was really you. But at the same time, he'd met others with that same name and never had he felt the way he was now. He stared at you, jaw dropped.

"Uh..hello?" You looked at him slightly amused.

"Dean." His voice was rough and gravelly.

Your eyes widened. The moment you'd seen him you knew there was something off. But you hadn't been expecting this.

"You're fucking with me."

"Afraid not."

The two of you stood there staring for a moment, unsure of how to go about this.

"Let...let me see your mark. Maybe it's a different y/n for you and a different Dean for me." Your voice sounded desperate. You really didn't want to be stuck with a soulmate.

Dean stepped forward and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his soulmate mark. Sure enough it was your name, in your handwriting. He looked at yours too. The both of you sighed.

"Damnit." He grumbled.

"You're telling me."

You both stood there in silence, just staring at the others mark. Neither of you had expected this. Neither of you wanted this. Yet here you were. Seems the universe ensured you'd at least meet each other.

"So...what do we do from here?" You asked and looked up at him.

He really was attractive. A strong jaw, defined lips that looked incredibly kissable, and pretty green eyes. You hadn't met a guy this hot in...well ever really.

"Hell if I know. I didn't mean to ever meet you. Never believed in this whole soulmate bullshit." He grumbled as he made eye contact with you.

"Yeah me neither."

You two stared at each other for a few moments before you sighed.

"I don't expect anything from you but I think at the very least I should treat you to dinner. For hijacking your hunt and all." A small smile tugged at your lips.

He couldn't help but chuckle at that and nodded I'm agreement, "I could get behind a free meal."

The two of you walked to your respective cars to meet at a diner back in town, you'd wiped your face off with a towel and changed into a new shirt before driving off.

When you got to the diner he was leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for you. His eyes grazed over your car as you pulled up.

"You've got a sweet ride." He says as you get out.

"You do too. 67?"

"Yes ma'am." He couldn't help but grin.

"Dinner time?" You gestured to the doors of the diner and he nodded, following you inside.

The two of you sat down at a booth, ordering some food before awkwardly sitting there.

"So...Dean Winchester I'm assuming?"

He chuckled, "Yep. And you're also a hunter."

"Sure am."

"How long you been doing the job?" He was genuinely curious.

"Since I was a kid. My parents were hunters."

He nodded, that explained why you took down that vamp on your own so easily.

There was another few moments of uncomfortable small talk until the conversation started flowing. It felt natural. Easy. Right.

Dean had the ability to make you laugh like no one else had. And your giggle and smile made his heart flutter for the first time in his life. He was having a hard time not immediately falling for you. He kept trying to remind himself that the concept of soulmates was absurd, but it was hard to believe that when sitting in that crappy diner with you felt like home. He couldn't remember feeling this comfortable with anyone. He found himself hoping you were also feeling this connection.

Eventually it had gotten late, you had both long finished your food and had been talking until closing. Eventually he walked you to your car.

"You goin back to your motel?"

"Nah, I'm taking off. Got a new case."

He seemed disappointed by your answer, but nodded.

"I could give you my number? Maybe we can meet up again after." You offered a shy smile.

"That'd be great." He had a huge grin as he offered up his phone.

You type your number in and sent yourself a text before handing it back.

"Got it. I'll uh...see you around, soulmate." You grinned back at him.

"Yeah, I'll see you."

The two of you stood staring at each other for a moment, neither wanted to leave. Dean took a hesitant step closer, you were mere inches from each other now. You felt your heart pounding. You'd never felt so at ease around someone.

"Could I...could I um..." Dean's tone was nervous, wanting to ask that question but not really sure if he should.

"Could you what?" You teased and chuckled as Dean's cheeks flushed red.

"Ah damnit nevermind." He grumbled and looked away.

You smiled and reached up to cup his cheek and turn his face to you.

"Yes. You can."

Dean's face lit up and his hands moved to your waist as he leaned in to gently press his lips to yours. He kissed you tenderly, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. It gave him butterflies. It didn't take long for you to part your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a groan.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and raised his other hand to run his fingers through your hair, the action had you melting.

The jingle of the diner door opening as the staff left finally made you pull apart. You looked back at each other as a waitress shot you an amused glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe this soulmate stuff isn't as bullshit as I thought." He chuckled.

"I was gonna say the same."

You stood there in each other's arms for a moment before you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips again and stepped back.

"I've gotta get going, but I'll talk to you soon Dean."

"Drive safe sweetheart." He said with a soft smile, hands stuff in his pockets while he watched you get in your car.

"Will do." You blew him a kiss as you backed up and pulled out of the parking lot.

Dean watched you leave with a goofy grin on his face. Maybe this soulmate thing wasn't so bad. After all, he seemed to have gotten a pretty damn good one.

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I'm so rusty with writing so I'm sorry if it's not as well done as previous stuff. I'm excited to get back into writing though! I didn't realize how much I'd missed it :]

Shoot me a message if you have any requests!

[beautification-tales]

Late Bloomer

Penny often found herself standing in front of the mirror, examining her reflection with a critical eye. Her hair, dark and wavy, fell just past her shoulders; her eyes, a deep shade of green, were framed by long lashes. She had auburn freckles dotting the bridge of her nose, high cheekbones, and a mouth that was naturally curved into a frown. Her build was average; she wasn't thin, but she wasn't overweight either. She lived at home with her mother and often wondered if she was adopted.

Her mother, Janet, on the other hand, was nothing short of stunning. At the age of forty-five, she could easily pass for thirty. She had long, luscious hair that fell in perfect waves around her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes were framed by long, thick lashes. Her figure was enviable, with a tiny waist, full breasts, and hips that swayed whenever she walked. Even now, when Penny was in college and Janet had been a stay-at-home mom for years, men still turned their heads whenever she stepped out of the house.

It was almost every day that Janet brought a man home. Sometimes they were neighbors, other times they were colleagues, or even complete strangers she had met at the grocery store. It didn't matter who they were; they all seemed to be drawn to her mother's irresistible charm and beauty. Penny, on the other hand, often felt invisible in comparison. She knew she was pretty in her own way, but she couldn't help but feel like she was overshadowed by her mother's presence. Penny enjoyed the excuse of her studies as it let her out of the house. She couldn’t really study with the noises her mother and her “guest” would make all night.

Penny's life began to change when she met Roger at the school library. He was a classmate who was always fun to talk to, and they quickly became friends. They shared similar interests, like reading comics and anime, and they often found themselves spending time together outside of class. As they got to know each other better, Penny began to see herself through Roger's eyes. He thought she was beautiful and unique, and he made her feel special in ways that no one else could.

One day, Penny made the mistake of bringing Roger to her home. She was excited to show him where she came from and introduce him to her mother, but she hadn't expected the consequences. Janet came home dressed in a tight black dress as her ample bosom shook with each step as her ankle boots hit each step. Penny could see Roger gulp as he eyed her mother with a look that Penny had seen so many times before.

“Well, well, well look what little Penny brought home.” Janet said as she approached them on the couch.

Roger jumped up and offered his hand to shake. "It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Johnson."

Penny's eyes widened at the mention of her mother's last name. It was the first time anyone had called her by that name since she was a little girl. "Mom, this is Roger. We've been friends for a while now," she said, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, Roger, it's nice to finally meet you," Janet said, her voice low and seductive. She placed a hand on Roger's arm, as Roger smiled . Penny couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "I understand you two have been studying together a lot lately. How nice."

"Yeah, we've had some pretty interesting discussions," Roger replied, not taking his eyes off Janet.

Penny felt her heart sink as she watched the interaction between her mother and Roger. She knew exactly where this was going, and she didn't want it to happen. But she didn't know how to stop it. As the conversation continued, Janet leaned in closer to Roger, laughing at something he said. Penny could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously.

“Little Penny has always been a shy girl. She hardly talks to boys unless you count Naruto or any of those Anime characters on the tv she’s always watching.”

Penny’s face grew red with embarrassment as Janet talked about her. “Mom! Really?” She protested.

Janet gave Penny a knowing smile. "Oh, don't worry, dear. You know your mother only has your best interests at heart." She reached over and gave Penny's cheek a soft pat. "Now, why don't I give you two some privacy.”

“ Ms. Johnson you don’t have to go. I mean I would like to hear more embarrassing stories.”

Roger's words cut through Penny like a knife. She felt a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. How could he want to hear more about her mother? Wasn't he supposed to be her friend?

“Oh no, unfortunately I have a date tonight. So I better get going but Roger… you can call me Janet.”

Penny felt her anger rising as she watched her mother saunter away, making sure to sway her hips just enough for Roger to get a good view. She wanted to scream, to hit something, to make this all stop. But instead, she turned to Roger and felt a lump forming in her throat. "Roger, I-I thought you would be different.”

His eyes met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw regret flicker across his features. But then he smiled, a sad, forced smile that did nothing to reassure her. "I am different," he said, his voice quiet. "But Penny, I'm also a guy. And, well... your mom is like remarkably hot. It's kind of hard not to notice."

“Yeah, trust me every guy notices and it pisses me off. Now you can see why I don’t talk to guys!” Penny felt a rage that had been building inside her finally explode within her as tears began to roll down her face.

Roger looked conflicted as he glanced at her, then away. Finally, he moved closer, taking her hands in his. "Penny, I'm sorry. I really like you and trust me I notice you.”

Penny smiled believing Roger’s words she leaned forward and kissed him.

Her heart beat faster as they continued to kiss. She could feel the heat between them, and it seemed to intensify with each passing moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the sensation of his lips on hers, his hands tangled in her hair. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, and nothing else mattered.

As their lips parted, she looked into his eyes, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw something shift within him. His pupils were dilated, his skin flushed. It was as if she'd unleashed something primal inside him. She felt a thrill of power course through her veins, and she knew that she was the one who'd done it.

Penny’s eyes began to glow as she inhaled Roger’s breath. Penny didn’t notice as her body instinctively breathed in the air. They stopped kissing as Penny continued to suck the air from Roger’s lungs. Roger in a trance continued to exhale but in a moment he collapsed as Penny became aware of her surroundings.

She released Roger and gasped as she looked at him on the floor. However, before she could tend to him , she felt a burning sensation all over her body. It started as a tingle, but quickly grew into an all-consuming fire. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her limbs felt heavy, and her vision blurred. She could feel her skin begin to char and peel, revealing raw, bloody flesh beneath.

The pain was excruciating, and she thought that she was dying. But it was then the pain subsided as she felt her skin heal revealing tan unblemished skin. The transformation no longer felt painful as her body felt brand new in this new skin.

Her breasts felt fuller and heavier as they strained against the fabric of her shirt. She could feel them still growing as buttons popped off her shirt making room for her new bosom. She felt her hips widen, and her ass grow rounder. She glanced down at her hands, marveling at the softness of her new tan skin and the delicate length of her fingernails. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and she could swear it felt thicker and more lustrous.

She felt the pleasure within her grow as unable to fight the feeling her hips began to gyrate as if she was giving a lap dance to a lucky patron. Penny’s moans filled the home rousing Roger to consciousness. Her voice began to shift to a melodic tone. She picked up speed as her thighs got even thicker and her ass even juicier. She looked back in joy as she felt her tongue roll out of her mouth.

Her eyes shifted to Roger as he looked at her with awe. His eyes traced her body as if he was seeing her for the first time. Penny's heart fluttered as she saw the desire in his eyes. She wanted to please him, to make him feel the way she felt. She moved closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest.

Her scent, a heady mix of jasmine and feminine musk, filled his nostrils, making it difficult for him to think straight. His hands reached up, cupping her breasts through her shirt, feeling their weight and fullness. She arched her back, pushing her chest further into his hands.

Her hips continued to move in a hypnotic circle, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs as she ground herself against him. He could feel his arousal growing, straining against his pants. His gaze dropped lower, taking in the curve of her spine, the roundness of her ass, the softness of her skin.

Penny moaned, the sound vibrating against his chest as she arched her back even further. Her breasts spilled free from her shirt, their fullness pressing against his chest. He cupped them, feeling their weight in his hands, before running his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her.

Her movements grew more urgent, her hips undulating faster as she ground herself against him. Her skin glistened with sweat, her cheeks flushed. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need for him to touch her, to make her feel good.

He moved his hands to her hips, guiding her as she continued to grind against him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each breath. He could feel his own control slipping, the need to be inside her growing stronger with each passing moment.

With a swift motion, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and freed his aching erection. Penny moaned loudly, the sound filling the room as she took in the sight of him, hard and ready for her. He pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing her soft, tan skin. Her breasts, full and round, spilled free from her bra, her nipples hard and peaked.

She reached down, taking him in her hand, stroking him gently at first before wrapping her fingers around him and beginning to stroke faster, her movements in perfect rhythm with her hips. Roger gasped, feeling the pleasure coursing through him as he watched her touch him, her eyes never leaving his face.

Her breasts swayed with each breath, brushing against his chest as she moved closer, their nipples teasing him. Her hips gyrated, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs, driving him wild with desire. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against her wetness, and with a groan, he pushed her back onto the bed, burying himself inside her in one powerful thrust.

She cried out, arching her back as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on as their hips met in a frenzied rhythm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each breath as she looked up at him, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.

Roger felt his control slipping further away with each thrust, each moan that escaped Penny's lips. He leaned forward, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent as he savored the feel of her body moving beneath him. His hips pumped harder, faster, driving deeper inside her with each stroke.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back, urging him to go faster, harder. He obliged, feeling the pleasure building within him, the pressure growing in his groin. He could feel his release building, the urge to empty himself inside her overwhelming.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their breaths mingling as they gasped for air. Roger's thrusts grew more frenzied, his hips slamming into her with unbridled passion. Penny arched her back off the bed, her eyes clenched shut as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, begging for more. Her legs squeezed tight around his waist, her body tensing as she neared her own release. Roger could feel it building within her, the tension coiling tighter with each thrust. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he continued to drive into her.

Their skin slapped together, their sweat mingling as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each ragged intake of air. His own breaths grew labored, his hips thrusting harder, faster. He could feel the end approaching, the inevitable release building inside him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching off the bed, her breasts flushed and peak. Her legs squeezed tight around him, her muscles tensing as she neared her own climax. With a moan that escaped deep from her throat, she came, her body tensing and shuddering beneath him.

Roger felt the tension in her release, the wave of pleasure that passed through her, and with a groan, he gave in to his own release, thrusting deep inside her one final time. His hips bucked, his body tensed, and he let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself inside her.

Their bodies trembled together, their hearts racing, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They collapsed in each other arms oblivious to their surroundings.

They were awakened by a returning Janet giggling with her new boy toy for the night.

"Penny! Roger! In the living room?”

Roger's eyes snapped open, and he realized they were still in the same position they had been in before their passionate interlude. Penny's head was resting on his chest, her hand lazily tracing circles on his stomach. He gently prodded her awake. "Umm... Penny?" he whispered.

She lifted her head and smiled drowsily at him. "Hmm?"

"Your mom is home!”

“Penny did you fuck in the living room?”

Penny giggled, nuzzling back into Roger's chest. "Not exactly, Mom. We were just..." She trailed off, blushing deeply. "Um, we were just talking."

Janet's voice grew louder as she walked down the hall, the sound of her footsteps drawing closer. Penny closed her eyes, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "Oh, God," she whispered. "She's going to kill us."

Roger chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. "I don't think she'll kill us," he said. "But she might be a little upset." He rolled off her, and pulled his pants and underwear.

Penny stood up now taller and curvaceous. Janet stopped in her tracks as she examined her daughter.

"Well, well, well. Look at you two. Did you have fun in here?" she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and disapproval.

“It’s about time you finally transformed Penny.”

[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟕

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie finally explains why he's been avoiding you.

Part 6

Eddie's room was messy to say the least.

The table near the bed and a nearby desk were covered with plenty of random objects and some clothes were scattered around the room.

The walls were covered with posters of metal bands, one in particular, bigger than the others, had the name "Corroded Coffin" written on it.

Some books were left around, a guitar with "this machine slays dragons" written on it was in the corner of the room and not far from it was a second one, dark red and black.

Eddie closed the door behind him as he entered his room after you.

"Don't tell me my room sucks, I know." He chuckled sitting on the edge of his bed. "I wasn't expecting anyone."

You looked around, walking slowly around the room like an animal discovering a place it had never seen before.

"That's so cool." You muttered as your eyes ran over the posters on the walls.

"I'm sorry?" Eddie raised his eyebrows, thinking he must have misunderstood.

"Your room. It's cool." You stopped in front of Eddie's guitar, turning your back on him and so not seeing the smile that was born on his lips.

You reached out to run your fingers over its strings, causing a soft sound.

Eddie felt the sudden dullness of telling you to stop: no one could touch his guitar but him, but then he stopped and almost had to repress the thought that he would have liked to teach you how to play it.

"So?" You asked before turning back to him and then sitting on the edge of the bed next to him.

"What?"

"Why have you been avoiding me all day?"

He shook his head. "It's stupid."

He wasn't too sure about that though.

"It's not stupid if it made you ignore me all day."

"I talked to Aaron." He confessed.

You sighed. "Well, I'm sorry you had to do that."

"He said some things." Eddie wasn't looking at you anymore, suddenly the floor was much more interesting and his voice less confident.

"Things?"

Eddie sighed. "Promise me you'll tell me the truth no matter what."

"Eddie you're scaring me."

"He told me that you decided to become my friend because you wanted to buy drugs and you were hoping to get them for free." He choked out as if taking a weight off his chest.

"Well, that's not true." You responded promptly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay." He brethed in response.

Then silence fell in the room.

"Eddie."

"Mh." He wasn't looking at you yet.

"Ed, don't tell me you believed him." Your voice was softer now.

His silence almost scared you. "Eddie...I would never do that."

"I know." He murmured, his fingers playing with his skull ring, his eyes still stubbornly not meeting your gaze.

"So why are you doing this now? Why have you been ignoring me all day and now you can't even look at me?"

"Because there's always a voice in my head telling me you'd be better off without me." He finally confessed while you, as if by instinct, reached out for his hand, grabbing it as it stopped shaking and intertwining your fingers with his. "It says there's no way you really want to be- friends with someone like me or be seen hanging out with Eddie 'the freak'."

The fact that after all that time you've known Eddie, he still doubted your relationship, it made you realize how much all those years of insults had really affected him, even though he always tried to hide it, pretending he didn't care.

"Eddie, I like you. I like you because you are you. Because you're kind, nice, caring and you always make me laugh when I'm feeling down." He finally looked up and his gentle brown eyes met yours. You wondered if the shimmer was caused by the yellowish light in his room or if it was beacuse of some unshed tears.

"You're such a good person, I'm sorry so many people can't see that." You smiled softly, hoping he believed you.

"I'm always scared that one day you'll start seeing me the way everyone else does." He mumbled, his voice like the one of a frightened child during a thunderstorm. "I can't loose you too."

If your heart hadn't already broken during that conversation, it did right now. "You won't."

"And I hope that one day they will see you as I do." You gently pulled his hand still in yours towards you, pulling him into a hug as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he buried his face in the crook of yours, closing his eyes. "Because you deserve it."

You felt Eddie's hands on your back, gently pushing you closer.

"Eddie, I care about you. I really do."

You didn't say anything about what you understood to be a tear falling on your skin.

"Oh, sweetie." You breathed out as you ran a hand through his hair, your fingers through his curly dark locks. "Don't let some asshole let you think I don't care about you. Don't think you're not important to me, that you're one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life and that I'm glad you're part of mine."

You pulled Eddie closer to you and he grabbed the fabric of your shirt on your back, squeezing it lightly in his hands as if he didn't hold you so tight you would have disappeared and as he wanted that moment to never end.

After a few moments, Eddie slowly raised his head. He would never admit he had shed some tears but you brought your hands to his cheeks to gently brush away the last of them.

Your hands lingered on his cheeks, cupping his face still inches away from yours.

He felt like you were a blessing he was never meant to found and by the gods he was so happy, that in spite of that he still had found you.

"Thank you." he whispered.

"For what?" You asked.

For being there with him, for waiting for him outside school in the morning, for not feeling ashamed to be with him in public, for making him feel important, for smiling every time you saw him in the hallway, for spending your time with him, for being there when he needed you, for showing him your affection when hardly anyone ever had in his life, for not judging, for getting along with Wayne...

"For everything." He murmured, your hands still on the sides of his face, your noses almost touching and your breaths felt on each other's skin.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Wayne peeped out.

"Just wanted to ask if you're coming to eat or not. The food will get cold." Said the man as your hands fell from Eddie's face to your lap.

You cleared your throat.

"Sure. We'll be right there." You nodded.

Eddie did the same, getting off the bed to look at you and offer you a soft sincere smile.

"After you." He said gesturing to the door, the feel of your fingers caressing his cheeks still hard to shake.

"It was all really good." Wayne commented, sitting at the table across from you and Eddie, his voice easily audible despite the background TV playing some random program no one was paying attention to, mostly showing commercials.

"Thank you." You answered putting down your fork. "Ever since I nearly set Robin's house on fire trying to cook with her, I've decided maybe I needed to learn."

"I'm glad you did." Eddie said as he stuffed the last baked potato into his mouth. "Learn to cook, don't burn Buckley's house down." He specified causing a laugh on your part.

You read the time on the clock on the wall, noting that the sun had gone down and the sky had become completely dark.

"I think I should go home now, my mum always complains when I walk alone after dark." You said getting up from your chair.

"Walk?" Eddie did the same, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I walked to get here." You explained grabbing your jacket off the chair.

"Okay, slow down." Eddie chuckled walking in your direction. "I'll drive you home."

"Oh look, I raised him well." Wayne commented softly from across the room.

Your eyes met Eddie's, who never lost their sincerity and kindness.

"I'll take you home." He repeated. "It's the least after what you've done for us. For me."

You smiled slightly at his words, your gaze passing over his face, the memory of your lips inches from his was hard to forget, like the desire to have nipped the space between you with a kiss when you had the chance.

"Okay." You said finally and Eddie grabbed his leather jacket.

"Thanks for making me stay Mr…Wayne. Thank you, Wayne." You said goodbye to the man, correcting your little mistake.

"Thanks to you. See ya soon, kid."

You and Eddie left the trailer, walking to his van, when you spoke again.

"I.. I forgot something."

"What?" He frowned as he opened the vehicle's door.

"Just one thing, I'll be right back." You hurried back to the trailer, opening the door again.

"Wayne?" You called him, the man raised his head from the dishes he was putting away in the sink.

"You did." You said and he looked at you questioningly.

"Raised him well. You really did." You specified and a corner of the man's lips lifted.

You smiled, you had just felt the need to let him know. Wayne must have been an amazing father when Eddie's biological one wasn't with him.

He just smiled, before you went back to Eddie, waiting for you.

"What did you forget?" He asked as you sat next to him.

"Oh, nothing. I realized I already had it."

Eddie looked at you suspiciously but didn't insist and started the van while a Black Sabbath song played softly.

During the journey you spoke relatively little but the silence between you was anything but awkward. It was calm and intimate, you didn't need to talk at that moment.

When Eddie parked in front of your house a few minutes later and said good night to you, you kissed his cheek before getting out of the car.

You chuckled when, despite the darkness, you saw that his cheeks had acquired a certain blush.

Who would have thought Eddie blushed?

"Goodnight Eddie." You whispered before starting to walk towards your house, your figure illuminated by the weak light of the street lamps as you walked away.

"Good- goodnight." He mumbled, almost stammered, even if you were already gone.

After you walked into the house he stayed there for a few more minutes, an almost stupid and lovesick smile plastered on his face.

After everything that had happened that day, after what you'd said and done, after your soft whispered words, your hug and that kiss, he couldn't help but smile.

And he kept doing it even on all his way home.

Part 8

As I was writing this I was telling to myself "let them kiss!" and still... here we are :)

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[vicsy]

Losing my last marbles over the shift in the narrative between Fernando and Lance cause I'm pretty sure would could have spend even more months speculating how it's gonna go and still none of us could expect this.

I don't think it's an exaggeration but there is that new layer to Fernando's innate villainry everyone is so used to. He's very aware of how people perceive him and he openly revels in it, laughs in the face of people who always say he's too much, you know? It's really hard to find anyone who has racing running through their blood the way Fernando does. Not only does he love it with all his heart, but his approach is also incredibly smart.

And Fernando has this immeasurable hunger for winning, to the point where it's meant to an end. He'll get what he wants. He'll claw his way to victory, step on the heads and hands of other people, and terrorize his teammates for days on end. We've seen it happen for years and, like, we can joke about age, times changing, and other stuff, but he's so different with Lance.

I always say that both Lance and Fernando are two ends of the same spectrum that finally met in the middle and fucking sparkles flew. Whatever they have going is blossoming and flourishing wonderfully under the eyes of the people who rarely had anything good to say about Lance and often painted Fernando as someone he isn't.

It's in that way they both act around each other and you know, you know it's not for show. Cause Lance is just himself all the time, he literally doesn't waste his energy on putting up a facade, and Fernando never bent under the pressure, staying true to what makes him a race car driver.

Which makes it all more interesting is how literally everyone was expecting Fernando to wage psychological warfare against Lance, bite his head off two races into the season but instead, he's just nice. Joke all you want but my fucking god I am not coping well with the unexpected tenderness between them. The radio messages from Baku? Incredible.

When you look at Fernando you see this man who perseveres through everything life throws at him, who has no shame in getting what he wants, and what he wants is to win, always, but. He's in a great car, on the rise, tearing through competition and something in Lance turned the stone chains around his heart into dust and Fernando wants even more now. And that thing he wants, the thing Fernando didn't know he was looking for, that something that was missing from the narrative — he found it in Lance. Even if it hasn't really dawned on him why he wants to see Lance smile just for him, why he'll go out of his way to help him out; why he started to care so much about him in his own unhinged way.

Fernando sacrifices himself fully to the race, it's the love of his life. But his heart cracked and made space for someone else who couldn't be more different than Fernando himself and yet he fits there perfectly, like he belongs. So he just follows this new feeling that Lance brought to Fernando like a gift, follows that longing to not just win but share it with someone. Turn his head to the side and not see an empty space next to him; fend off the hollowness that follows hard-earned victories at times.

After all, it always gets lonely at the top.

[mins-fins]

EPISODE 3 : ❛ FUCK MARK LEE (projecting) ❜

"I liked your set".

You don't exactly expect anyone important to say those words, so when you turn around and come face to face with your friend of a friend, you blink, trying to figure out exactly what is going on. "Ah, hi Jungwoo" You greet, a small smile coming to your face at the sight of the boy. The older also smiles, a certain excitement in his eyes. "Also— thank you".

"No problem! Seriously, the song was amazing".

"Ah, you're too nice" You reply, biting into your cheek as finally finishing packing up your stuff. "You guys did well too, you have an incredible voice" Your fellow drummer gives a small laugh, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. He clears his throat, shaking his head.

"Mark really enjoyed your set, too".

You pause, Mark? Mark enjoyed it? You question his choice of words, and why he would even bring up Mark in the first place, but he doesn't catch on to your ongoing internal battle, instead continuing;

"He told me to tell you!" Jungwoo yells, but he quickly retracts his statement. "Okay he didn't tell me to tell you, but he was being so idiotic about it and everyone else in the band also enjoyed it so it basically counts!"

His rapid explanation is enough to get a chuckle out of you, his way of doing it is cute, you'll give him that. "I see, well tell them I said thank you".

"Will do!" He responds, clasping his hands together. "So.."

"So?"

"Did you write the song?" You don't mind the constant interrogations, you like that he's interested in knowing about your work. When you nod, he gasps, interest peaked.

"Really? That's amazing! How come you didn't sing it though?"

"Dejun's voice fit the part more".

That has always been your go to answer for that question, you don't exactly enjoy telling anyone that you hate singing the songs you write about your titular Canadian ex, and you don't plan on admitting that to anyone anytime soon.

"Ah, understandable" Jungwoo presses his lips together in a thin line, observing you pack. "I can see why Mark likes you so much.."

"What?"

"What?" Jungwoo blinks naively, pretending as if he said absolutely nothing. You narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out what exactly he muttered under his breath, but he just smiles at you, giving you a small pat on the back. "Nothing! Good set Yn, hope to see you another time!"

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at the older, who just walks away, totally giggling about something. Your thoughts race, that was just a little strange of an interaction, but Jungwoo has always been like that, he has no ill intentions at all, and you know that.

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[hitomisuzuya]

hihi suzuu !! how are you doingg :] anyways uhh could i have reader with abandonment issues being comforted by scara ? have a nice day aaa

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Hurt/Comfort.

I myself have abandonment issues, so this was very personal for me to write. I suppose it's why I cling to my writing so much.

Scaramouche had seen that look on your face before. He'd seen it on his own face many times. Your abandonment issues were kicking in hard.

And he understood that better than anyone.

Because he had abandonment issues to.

Tears welled in your eyes before the words came spilling out of your mouth. "It happens over and over again, it's a vicious cycle," You said, your voice wobbling as you hastily brushed tears away, "everyone always leaves me. For no reason. It's like they lose interest or something when I don't serve a purpose to them. I really must be that useless,"

Scaramouche's posture stiffened. You kept going on, and he could hardly stand to hear a word of it.

"I've long since come to terms with the fact that I am worthless human being who serves no purpose to anyone. I can't blame anyone that leaves even if it hurts so much," You sniffled, rubbing away more tears.

And then you said the words that sent a knife right through is heart. You were repeating exactly what he'd said you so many times before: "I wouldn't blame you if you left me either."

And every time you'd been there to comfort him. So now it was his turn to do the same for you.

Scaramouche sighed and put a hand on your head. He rested your head against his chest. "Stop, please," He said, stroking a hand through your hair. "Look, I'm here," He reassured. "You are one person I could never leave. You don't have to worry, I'm not going anywhere."

You sobbed quietly into his chest, hiding your face. Wrapping your arms around him, your hand folded into the fabric of his shirt. Like you were clinging to him.

He laughed softly, and it wasn't patronizing or one of amusement. It was one of endearment. "Look at you. I'm the one comforting you, and in the end, it's you comforting me."

Scaramouche would let you cry as much as you needed to. He wrapped his arms around you, stroking his hand soothingly through your hair. Exactly the same way you did for him.

You were everything to him. You were life when there was nothing else for him. You'd taught him it was okay to trust and love again. That it was okay for him to show vulnerability without expecting people to take advantage of it.

You were the only light in this otherwise dark and miserable world.

After a few minutes of sobbing quietly into his chest, you pulled away and rubbed your eyes. You sighed, frustrated because the tears just kept coming. You wanted them to stop, damn it. It sucked so much for you to cry in front of him.

Scaramouche understood this too. He put his hat on your head. He didn't want to see you cry, not like this. "You are worth so much more than you think you are," He said, pulling the brim of his hat over your eyes. "I wouldn't trade a single thing in this world for you."

And he never said things he didn't mean.

[dessarious]

This was not the Plan

New Years one shot (please let it stay a one shot)

Marinette could not for the life of her figure out how she'd ended up here. She was supposed to be at home, in her pajamas, asleep before the ball dropped. She had a plan, damn it.

That plan did not include Alya showing up at her apartment in London. Especially since she was supposed to be covering the ball drop in New York. It didn't involve said friend dragging her to an upscale party where Adrien and Felix just happened to be in attendance. And it damn sure didn't involve listening to Alya try to give her a pep talk (read lecture) about asking Adrien to kiss at midnight. No, this was definitely not the plan.

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Cass and Steph were supposed to be on a plane to Gotham. Unfortunately, some asshole (read Scarecrow) gassed the airport, and it was in lockdown until a HazMat team gave the all clear. Instead, they were stuck in an upscale London hotel. Which wouldn't be bad except there was a fancy New Year's party going on and the host had cornered them as they were checking in to invite them. Cass hated having to keep up a public image. But at least she had Steph to make things bearable.

They were standing along one of the walls, Steph making highly inappropriate comments at other people's expense, when Cass noticed two women. One obviously excited to be there and the other... not so much. As they wandered closer, Cass could hear their conversation.

"I feel I've been very clear on this." The one who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else sounded frustrated and annoyed.

"I know you think he's out of your league, but you'll regret it if you don't shoot your shot, girl!" Her tone was exasperated, if fond. Given the reaction from the other woman, this was a recurring debate. Cass didn't think she'd ever seen anyone roll their eyes so hard.

"I don't think he's out of my league. I'm just not interested in him. I really wish you would stop acting like we're still teenagers. It was an adolescent crush, and it wasn't healthy on top of that." Her friend didn't seem to hear her.

"Look! There he is. Now's your chance."

"Alya, you're not listening to me. Besides, that's Felix, not Adrien."

"Oh? You can tell that just by looking, huh?" Her tone seemed to imply that meant something but her friend just gave her a dry look.

"Anyone who's met them should be able to tell that." She gestured to the man Alya had pointed out. "Grumpy cat." Then she scanned the crowd before pointing to another man identical to the first. "Excited puppy."

Cass observed the two and had to admit the other woman was right. It kind of reminded her of the difference in Damian and Jon's personalities. The first man was comfortable in the setting, but was extremely standoffish and full of himself. The other was happy and friendly, talking to anyone who got close to him.

"Quit stalling. It's almost midnight."

"Alya, I'm not-"

"You can't bail on me this time. Do you have any idea what it took for me to get tickets to this party? Give me one good reason why you can't go ask him to kiss you for New Years."

Given how red the other woman's face had gotten during her friend's rant, Cass expected an explosion. What she wasn't expecting was for the woman to turn and pull her down into an angry, almost desperate kiss. She didn't know how to react, so she just let it happen. Honestly, she felt bad for her... it was also kind of nice if she was being honest with herself. When the woman pulled back, Cass was a bit dazed. She turned on her friend.

"That's why!" And promptly stormed out to the balcony. Cass was startled out of watching her when Steph let out a laugh.

"I'd say that's a pretty good reason." Steph's amused tone caused Alya to flush red before storming off in the opposite direction from her friend. "You should go check on her." Cass raised an eyebrow at her and Steph gestured to the balcony with a knowing smirk.

"Do you really think she wants to see me? That had to have been embarrassing." Cass signed at her in confusion, but Steph just turned her and gave her a push towards the balcony. Cass still wasn't certain it was a good idea, but Steph had a better understanding of such emotions, so she went. She found the other woman leaning over the balcony, muttering into her crossed arms. "Are you okay?" She spoke in English even though they'd been talking in French before hoping she understood since they were in London. She could understand French well enough, but speaking it was trickier.

"I'm fine." She said it in English, barely audible. When she looked up Cass watched her go through a variety of emotions. First was exhaustion, then confusion, recognition, embarrassment, and ending with horror. "Oh dear Kwami, I can't believe I sexually assaulted a complete stranger. I am so sorry!"

"It's okay." Cass hadn't thought of it that way, but she supposed it was technically true.

"It's not okay! It's the complete opposite of okay. I can't believe I did that. I'm such a terrible person. I understand if you want to call the authorities. Or I can do something to make it up to you. I'm a fashion designer, not that you need new or better clothes, you look amazing in that dress, but if you wanted something, or I can tailor some things if you need it. Nothing will make up for-" The woman wasn't stopping to breathe and Cass had been trying to get her attention, but ended up latching onto her forearms to get her to stop. The guilt in the woman's eyes was painful to watch.

"I'm Cass." It wasn't what she really wanted to say, but it did stop her, well for a second anyway. Then she looked embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng." She started going through her handbag and pulled out a business card. She wrote on the back before handing it over. "That's my work phone on the front. I put my real name on the back and my personal phone number so you can get a hold of me for whatever you decide. I really am sorry." Cass frowned at the card for a moment. "Is something wrong?"

"You're the designer for Foundational Fashions?" She couldn't help her surprise. It was an innovative brand that Jason had actually introduced her to.

"Oh, um, yes, but I'd appreciate it if you would keep that to yourself. I try to stay below the radar."

"I know." That got a confused blink. "My brother and I have been trying to find a way to commission you for a couple of years."

"Then I can make you something, both of you, to apologize." She sounded almost excited at the idea, and Cass had to force herself not to frown. No way was this worth whatever her prices were.

"I wouldn't feel right not paying you. Just getting a slot for a commission is more than enough." The woman's expression fell and Cass would blame that for what happened next. She really didn't like seeing her unhappy. "There is something else."

"Of course. Anything."

"Let me kiss you at midnight."

"Sure, no problem... wait what?" Cass looked for any sign she'd made Marinette uncomfortable, but all she saw was confusion. "After what I did, why..." She didn't seem to be able to finish the thought. "I mean, I'm sure there are plenty of people who would love to... why would you pick me?"

She seemed genuinely confused, and Cass didn't really know how to respond. The longer she stayed silent, the more Marinette drew in on herself and she had no idea why. She didn't seem to object to the actual kissing part though, so Cass felt a bit less creepy about asking.

"I don't want to kiss anyone else." Marinette's cheeks turned bright red and Cass was worried she'd said the wrong thing. "Earlier I felt... I would like to try it again." It was times like this she wished she was better with words. When she looked back at Marinette, the woman was studying her. She seems less embarrassed and more thoughtful.

"There's still half an hour until midnight. Why don't we sit and talk? Maybe start on you commissions."

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Cass looked relieved at the suggestion, and Mari realized she wasn't the only one floundering. She still couldn't believe she'd done something so stupid and could only be glad that Cass didn't want her arrested. Once they were settled at the table that happened to be on the balcony, Mari wasn't certain where to start.

"So, what are your hobbies?" That was a good starting place, right?

"Ballet, and I do martial arts."

"Well, that certainly explains the physique." Yes Mari, let's be even more creepy. She absolutely should not be flirting.

"What explains yours?" She could practically feel Cass' eyes running down her figure. Okay, maybe she should be flirting.

"I grew up in a bakery. When it comes in bulk, everything is heavy. And once I got into design, bolts of fabric aren't light either. Then, Hawkmoth showed up, and I ended up in self-defence and parkour classes with a lot of my friends. Nothing anywhere near as structured as what you've done, though." And the whole superhero thing, but that was definitely not a conversation for a first... whatever this was.

"What happened to him?" Marinette fought not to wince. That was the million dollar question that only she knew the answer to. It was an extremely messy take down, and she'd had to wipe the memories of everyone involved. Including Adrien because of how badly he'd reacted to finding out Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

"All we know is that Ladybug said he'd been taken care of and she and Chat were retiring. Most people were just grateful it was over, to be honest." Granted, that attitude was helped along by the fact that no one could find her to question the official story. "Where are you from? Your accent sounds American."

"I live in Gotham." Cass' tone was odd but Mari couldn't place why.

"Oh, then you're used to worse. At least most of the damage Hawkmoth did could be reversed. The emotional toll was bad enough, but I can't even imagine constantly being afraid that anyone around you could end up dead in the next attack." Cass gave a hum, and Mari was worried she'd offended her.

"It is... difficult." Mari noticed Cass moving her hands as she spoke and realized she'd been doing it since they started talking. "I think most people have developed a sense of apathy, or maybe just put on blinders to the danger until it actually happens, since there's not much they can do if one of the major rogues decides to attack. At the same time, more and more people and organizations are coming together to try and help each other. It is still hopeful, and Gothamites are stubborn."

"Yes, people seem to be able to get used to just about anything if they have to." Humans were extremely adaptable, and that wasn't always a good thing. "Oh! You're signing, aren't you?" Mari hadn't meant to say that out loud and given the embarrassed look on Cass' face, she shouldn't have. "Sorry, I just noticed the movements."

"It's how I first learned to communicate. My childhood was... unorthodox." Given her tone, Mari had a feeling that was an understatement. "I can stop if you-"

"No! I mean it's fine. I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." Mari really, really wished she could stop making an idiot of herself in front of the woman. She'd like to blame the sleep deprivation from her per Christmas dash to get everything done, but this was just how she was. She always turned into a disaster around pretty people. It's why she was so nervous around Adrien originally, because he had always been extremely pretty. Other people had called him handsome, but his features had always been too delicate for that. It took Mari three years to understand why she thought she liked him. And wasn't that a fun week long mental breakdown?

"It's fine. Some people just seem to think I'm trash talking them instead of going through the motions to help find the right words." Mari could only blink at her for a moment.

"I feel like those are the same people who are constantly trash talking people in their head and projecting that on to you." Cass let out an amused snort.

"Probably." They settled into a comfortable silence. It was nice, if Mari was being honest. Too many people she knew felt like they had to fill the silence, even when they had nothing to say. As the minutes ticked by though, she started to get nervous. Cass obviously noticed.

"We don't have to, if you don't want to." Mari started at her voice. God, she needed to not be so high strung.

"It's not that... honestly, this whole thing is just a bit bizarre. It would have made more sense for you to have slapped me. I'm just... trying to make sense of things." Mainly because, in her personal life, she wasn't this lucky. Then again, Cass was from America, so this probably wouldn't lead anywhere. And that thought made her realize that so far, she did want this to go somewhere. Great.

"I don't think there's a lot of people here that would slap a beautiful woman for kissing them." Mari felt like her face was on fire. This woman, her seriously could be a model, thought she was beautiful? Yep, crush officially formed. Shit.

"That still doesn't excuse my bad behavior. I shouldn't have taken out my frustration with Alya on other people. My being pissed off that she never actually listens to me is no reason to do what I did."

"I don't know. She seemed to get the message." Mari just sighed.

"Maybe. That or I'll be getting an extremely long lecture about embarrassing her tomorrow." Probably the second. Might be a good idea to find somewhere else to crash after the party. And figure out when Alya was set to leave London so she could avoid her until then. She loved her, but she was beyond sick of the whole Adrien thing.

"She should stop talking and start listening." Mari let out a giggle.

"Can't say I disagree, but I don't see it happening. Alya's extremely stubborn about certain things."

"If you're not willing to make excuses for your bad behavior, you shouldn't make them for hers, either." Mari blinked at her before letting out a huff.

"In theory that's true. But I can't control her actions, only mine." Cass let out another hum. Before she could say anything, people inside started counting down.

10

Oh dear Kwami, this was really happening, wasn't it?

9

Maybe it was a trick. Cass' way of getting back at her for what she did.

8

No. The way she was looking at Mari... she was actually going to do this.

7

Come on, Mari. It's just a kiss.

6

A kiss from someone with the softest lips she'd ever felt, but just a kiss.

5

Okay. Her heart felt like it was about to explode. She might actually pass out.

4

No. She is not going to create another scene tonight. She just needed to breath.

3

When did Cass get so close?

2

What if she was disappointed in the kiss? Mari was pretty confident in her abilities, but she had no idea what kind of experience Cass had.

1

What if she wasn't disappointed? What were they going to do then?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Cass closed the distance, and Mari just closed her eyes. Yep, definitely the softest lips ever. She was going to have to ask how she managed that. When Cass deepened the kiss, Mari's brain completely short-circuited. This. This is what home was supposed to feel like. She was so screwed.

When Cass pulled back, it took her a minute to remember to breathe. When she finally opened her eyes, she was on the receiving end of the softest look she'd ever seen. Suddenly, Gotham was looking like a better idea. Surely she could do some good there. She forgot how to breathe again when Cass cupped her cheek and ran her thumb over Mari's bottom lip.

"Happy New Year." The words were as soft as her look and Mari, for once, thought that for once, it actually was a good start to what was looking to be the best year she'd had in a long time. Even if it hadn't been her plan.

[hedgehog-moss]

hi! Just wanted to ask what you’ve been reading lately? I love seeing your book recs! Also what are some of your favorite books ?

Hi :) I've read some disappointing stuff lately, so I decided to start two books from my to-read list that felt like safe bets—Samantha Shannon's A Day of Fallen Night and Elsa Morante's Lies and Sorcery. I'm enjoying both so far!

I've read interesting nonfiction this year—Empire of Pain, about the Sackler family; Erich Schwartzel's Red Carpet about the role of the movie business in cultural hegemony; and Laure Hillerin's biography of the Countess Greffulhe, who was a fascinating woman. She was the real-life model behind Proust's Duchess de Guermantes character, and a really influential figure in the arts & sciences in the early 1900s—she financed the first productions of Diaghilev's Ballets Russes, frequented Rodin's studio, helped Marie Curie find the funds to start her Radium Institute... It was a good read. I also read a biography of Anne Perry by Peter Graham, which was so-so—the story of the murder is morbidly fascinating but the way it was told had too many trivial details and not enough depth.

Worst nonfiction books of the year so far were Niall Ferguson's Doom: The Politics of Catastrophe which didn't seem to have any point to make, and François-Guillaume Lorrain's Scarlett which was marketed as a fascinating new look into the making of Gone With the Wind but actually the author just watched his DVD's behind-the-scenes bonus content and diluted it into 300+ pages of rehashed anecdotes, it was so pointless. I found it on the "Vos libraires vous recommandent !" shelf and now I feel betrayed by that bookshop.

As for fiction, I've enjoyed Ira Levin's A Kiss Before Dying, it felt very dated in a fun way, everything about it felt intensely 1950s. Was very disappointed by Silvia Avallone's Acciaio, I'd heard good things about it but it was so joyless and meh. Álvaro Enrigue's Ahora me rindo y eso es todo was a bit disappointing in the second half, but the first half was good so I'll try other books of his. Pierre Lemaitre's Miroir de nos peines was fun in an expected way—I mean those who enjoyed the beginning of his Au revoir là-haut trilogy will enjoy this one too as it's more of the same. And I also had a good time reading Catherynne Valente's Radiance— similarly if you already like her writing style you'll probably enjoy this book. (I was listening to this as I read it and it fit really well with the floaty-nostalgic-unearthly atmosphere of the book, it's always nice to accidentally find a good book-soundtrack that enhances the experience! Now I can never listen to it while reading again as it's too intertwined with that story.)

And I really liked Madame de Staël's Delphine but I wouldn't recommend it to just anyone, it's very 18th century (though it's from 1802). If you enjoy idle noblewomen writing each other 20-page-long letters in gorgeously long-winded 18th-century prose about how the Viscount of Something glanced at them from the other end of a salon and nothing else happened and now they're having agonies then you'll love this book, it's 900 pages of this. I can't get enough of it personally, and I found it hilarious that these aristocrats had such low-stakes problems considering the story starts in 1790. They didn't notice the Revolution, they were too busy writing tormented letters about extramarital glances.

Some books I've added to my kindle recently: Virginia Feito's Mrs. March, Simon Schama's Landscape & Memory (someone I follow on GR described it as "monstrously bloated" while the NYT blurb diplomatically calls it "a work of enormous scope" which made me laugh), Seyhmus Dagtekin's To the Spring, by Night, Margarita Liberaki's Three Summers, Maggie O'Farrell's The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, Dawn Powell's A Time to Be Born.

This got long, sorry! You can have a look at my 5- and 4.5 star shelves on goodreads, for some of my favourite books of the past few years :)

[linawritestwst]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ♡ Yeah the requests are open ♡ ! I can request headcanons from Diasonmia Boys x (Fem) Reader, where her cell phone from her other world was fixed (thanks to Idia) and in her photo gallery she has adorable photos of her as a baby ? >///< (I imagine all of them dying of cuteness)˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (Take your time to do it, without pressure ✎◛♡)

diasomnia reacting to your baby photos headcanons (fem!reader)

my first post of 2023, yay! \ (^o^) /

malleus draconia.

♡ malleus didn't want to admit it, but he was curious to see just what you could possibly have on that phone of yours. idia was able to fix the phone you brought from your world and now you could use it in twisted wonderland as well and you had quite a lot of interesting things to show to your friends and, of course, your boyfriend. it was hard for malleus to hide his excitement when you showed him the photos of yourself you had saved in your gallery. you look so?? beautiful?? you look even better in real life, but there's just something about these photos that makes him feel warm. like, here you are, hanging out with your friends and laughing and on this photo you're celebrating your birthday with your family.

♡ but then.. "oh, sorry, please ignore this one-" malleus couldn't ignore it at all and he noticed that some photos of you looked very different from those you showed to him. it's like you looked.. younger on them? wait, you do look younger here! you look so little?? so tiny?? malleus just realized that he never really thought about your childhood that much and even though it sounds dumb, he kinda.. you know, forgot that you also were a child in the past, just like he was. y/n, please forgive him, but he has to see those photos. he's sure you look adorable on them, there's no need to be shy, he did some.. very embarrassing things when he was a child as well. lilia has most likely told you everything about it, he started sharing even more stories about malleus's childhood when you started dating him.

♡ "fine, but only you're allowed to see them, okay?" oh, trust him, he won't let anyone else see those photos. you smile shyly and show him those baby photos you had in your gallery. and- OH SEVENS YOU REALLY ARE ADORABLE. malleus finds it cute that your smile has never changed no matter how many years passed. and he's glad that based on these photos, you had a nice and fun childhood. and yes, of course, there are some photos that you would rather not let malleus see and you try to explain everything to him by saying that your mom sent them to you and you forgot to delete them and- hey, did he just laugh?? that's it, you're going to remind him about all the stories lilia has told you.

lilia vanrouge.

♡ if malleus would have at least some kind of shame, like he would be a bit shy about asking you to show him your photos, this guy doesn't even ask your permission. you're just sitting here, scrolling through your photo gallery and lilia appears right when you least expect it. "oh, you have some very nice photos here, y/n~" you jump and almost drop your phone that just got fixed. even though you've been dating lilia for some time, you still can't get used to his sudden appearances. but oh well, at least he finds it funny and enjoys seeing your reaction- wait, that doesn't make it any better at all! and how many photos did he see while you were sitting here and not noticing him?..

♡ so you're still scrolling through your photo gallery, but now your boyfriend is sitting right next to you while resting his head on your shoulder. yes, he can see all these photos perfectly now. you can't even try to hide any of them, he will see it anyway. but hey, you don't mind showing him most of those photos. his reactions are very cute too and you can't help but blush when he compliments you and says you look beautiful on all of them. "hm? and what do we have here?" what is he talking about? you don't like that tone of his, he probably saw one of those embarrassing pics- oh. oh, he saw your baby photos. oh no.

♡ yes, this guy is still able to convince you to show him those photos because.. because he's just that cute. yeah. it sounds pathetic, you know. and now he's here, smiling and pointing at your phone screen, saying that you were such a sweet little girl and you look so adorable, he wants to squish your cheeks. wait, he can do it right now too! even though you're not so little anymore, haha. still adorable though. lilia successfully manages to distract you with his compliments and moves on to more funny and embarrassing pics while you try to take your phone back. come on, let him have some fun! and even though at first it does look like he just wants to mess with you, lilia actually finds all parts of you so interesting, he has to know more. and guess what? he will still love you, no matter what he finds out about you.

silver.

♡ the most respectful boy!! he didn't even think much about the things you could have on your phone. it doesn't mean that he's not interested, he just thinks that if you want him to see something, you will show it to him eventually. and if you don't want to show it to him, then why should he force you to do it? but he's very happy to hear that you actually do have some photos to show him and he makes sure not to miss anything. he listens to every word you say and he looks at every photo like it was some kind of a great painting, you're just that important to him. feel free to poke his cheek whenever he accidentally starts falling asleep, he never does it on purpose, he swears that he really does want to know more about you and he's paying attention.

♡ when you accidentally show him a picture of you as a child, he does get surprised for a second, but doesn't ask any questions when he notices that you're not comfortable with him seeing it. it's fine, everyone has something they don't want others to know about, even if it's not that serious. but to be honest, a little part of you wants silver to see those photos. maybe he will find them cute or funny, you don't know, but you feel like he has the right to see them. you trust him and you know that silver will never judge you, especially for something so silly. so you take a deep breath and show him those photos while hoping that he doesn't notice how red your face is.

♡ it takes a second for silver to realize what he's looking at right now. this is you when you were little. he's looking at your childhood photos. he feels honored, he's glad that you trust him so much that you don't mind him seeing them. he's very quiet and it's hard to guess what he's thinking right now, but you can see a little smile on his face. you feel more relaxed now and you start telling him all the childhood stories that you can remember and he still listens to you and he even laughs a bit at some of them. no, no, he's not laughing at you, he's just.. it just feels nice to learn something new about you. huh? what do you mean, you want him to tell you about his childhood too? well, uh.. let's save it for another day, okay?

sebek zigvolt.

♡ he's totally not interested in seeing what you have on your phone. totally. he acts like it's not a big deal when he hears that idia fixed your phone, but it's obvious that he wants to know more and he's not good at hiding his interest. so you decide to tease him a bit. "oh well, it's a shame that you don't want to see those photos. i even have a picture that i took with malleus-" ah, it worked. you try so hard not to laugh, because you never took any pictures with malleus, at least not with this phone. you don't want to disappoint your sweet but a bit stupid (affectionate) boyfriend, but you will have to tell him the truth eventually.

♡ yes, he is disappointed at first, but as you show him more and more pictures, he kinda forgets about that photo with malleus. he's so focused on learning more about you and he really does listen to your stories, you can't help but smile. you end up getting distracted and you accidentally show him a photo of you as a baby and he does notice it. you try to quickly show him a different photo, even though you know it's too late. "okay, so this is a photo of my- huh? what do you mean, sebek? you.. you don't know who that child is?" OH SO HE DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU. you try to stay calm, but you end up laughing so hard, sebek has no idea what's going on. of course, you can understand his reaction, you changed quite a lot since that time.. but still, this guy really didn't recognize his own girlfriend!

♡ you explain to him that this child is you when you were younger and sebek's reaction is just "oh". he tries to hide his embarrassment and he says that you just look very differently now and you agree with him, but you find this situation too hilarious. like wow.. okay, this man didn't recognize you, that's it, you're breaking up, you're packing your bags and leaving. you make sure to tell him that you're just joking though, because he can and will take it too seriously. you show him some other childhood photos and he actually starts to see the similarities. even though you look a bit different now, you still have the same smile, the same energy, the same curiousity in your eyes. some of your poses on those photos are even similar to your recent photos! that's.. that's kind of cute, actually. he never says it out loud though. wait, so what about that picture you took with malleus?

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

6-Armed Chef

Summary:The majority of devildom still treated the brothers horribly, calling them fallen angels. But there was a chef, a demon chef, who didn't care. And he was a damn good chef

Type:Scenario: Beelzebub X Demon!M!Reader

Version:NightBringer

~

Being a new demon in devildom wasn't easy, especially when you're hungrier way more than in the celestial world. But Beelzebub could manage. He didn't mind as much as his brothers. Besides the part where people wouldn't let him in a place because he was a "fallen angel," now he definitely didn't like that. There was one place, though. It was a small restaurant like place, with an open window like view to the chef. He was big, way bigger than any demon or angel Beelzebub has ever seen, and he thought Diavolo was big, but the chef had 6 arms, all 6 doing something constantly, you where wearing an apron, with no shirt, probably because of the six arms. It's probably easier to move around. There were about 5 or 7 people in the small place, including Beel. Beel was sitting next to a demon, quite shorter than him. Within a minute or less of Beel sitting there, the chef handed him a menu.

"First time?"

Beel looked up and saw the chef looking his way. Beel nodded.

"Well, get comfortable, and welcome to r/n. Glad to have you"

The demon next to Beel looked surprised.

"You're really gonna welcome a....An angel?"

The chef laughed as he handed the demon its food. The chef had a dark look on his face.

"Of course"

The demon grew tense as the chef backed away slowly, before turning to Beel with a bright look.

"Anythiny look interesting?"

And from that day on, Beel was there every. Single. Day, never missed a day. Not only did you make delicious food, but you were super nice to him. Unlike the rest of the demons. He loved your food, it kinda reminded him of when he stayed in Diavolos castle for a while. You gave him comfort, a bit of security, always having his back and never letting anyone let him down. But weirdly enough, he has never seen you outside from the window to the kitchen. He was curious now that he thought about it. He wanted to know what else you do besides cook. So he'd ask.

"Hey chef"

Beel said quickly, gaining a few other attention than yours. You gave a small hum in return, letting Beel know you were listening.

"So, I've realized I've never seen you outside of the little kitchen window. How come?"

The chef looked back at Beel with a smile before turning back to the food.

"Well, I get out of work pretty late, and even when I don't have work, I usually don't get out much"

Beel hummed. Beel was trying to think of a way to hang out more with you than just at your restaurant.l While in thought you say next to him, looking next to him, you subconsciously looked you up and down. Noticing how long your legs are, how little the apron actually covers, the way your arms have to be in a certain position so its not uncomfortable, the way your face layed on your palm as you stared down at him. He stared back up at you, knowing he'd be lying to himself if he didn't say he wasn't liking this.

"So I'm closing up soon. Do you want to stay while I close up? Afterward, I could walk you home"

Beel agreed, for two reasons, more food and he got to spend more time with you. You two talked the whole time, well besides the times Beel had his face stuffed. Which would always make you laugh, especially when he had a kinda clueless look on his face. After you finish your closing up protocols, you stood outside your restaurant with Beel for a moment.

"Would you like me to walk you home? It's getting late"

You said, giving him a warm smile, which he returned, just with a redder face than you.

"Sure"

Your eyes lit up as he said that. You didn't expect him to say yes. Either way, you happily walked him home, telling him stories and listening to his, talking about family and everything you could think of to make conversation. You were enjoying yourself. Hopefully, he was, too. When you got to the doors, you opened it for him. He turned around once he was inside.

"Thanks, chef, it was nice of you to walk me home, and let me stay after hours..."

He paused, clearly thinking about his next words.

"I should invite you to come over one day, I bet my brothers would love your cooking, I know i would"

Beelzebub seemed to grow hungry from saying that, thinking about your food was a common thing for him.

"Of course Beel, I'm always around"

You gave him a small piece of paper, giving him ways to contact you. Giving a small wink, you closed the door and left. His brothers definitely had questions, but he wasn't worried about that. Not now at least.

~

[A/n:Was this bad? I feel like it was bad. I hope you enjoyed]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am i the asshole for leading a guy on an low-key manipulating his feelings? (🐺 so i can find it later)

trigger warnings for mental health issues, family death, and suicide mentions.

title is kiiinda dramatic, i know. and i should be clear that i know that what i did was definitely wrong to a degree, but idk how messed up it was.

for context: i (19 f) was freshly seventeen and had just returned to in person school for my senior year after doing my junior year online at home. the majority of my best and only friend had forgotten me almost entirely and abandoned me despite our texting throughout my online year. new social circles had formed in my absence and i had a very difficult time readjusting, especially because i had come out of isolation with worsened anxiety, depression, and lowkey suicidal idealization. to top it all off, my grandfather who i adored had just died. i was desperately lonely and at the lowest i had ever been mentally in my entire life. i say this all not to excuse my actions but to provide some context as to why i acted the way i did.

so i meet this guy (i think like 15-16?) who we'll call finn. finn is a year below me but we share an elective class. we were initially drawn to each other bc we were both the only alt/geeky kids in the room and hit it off really well. and at first things are going pretty good; we eat lunch together every day, share music, talk about our interests etc. normal friend stuff.

but here's the part where i'm probably ta: finn had told me earlier on that he's the type to catch feelings super easy, so i guess i should've expected it, but he tells me that he has a crush on me. not directly though--he starts talking about this girl that he has feelings for but doesn't have the courage to confess to. and the first time he brought it up i didn't realize it was me and ofc tried to hype him up so he could confess and all that. but by the second conversation we have about it, it dawns on me that he's definitely talking about me. and i'm like "ah fuck," because the last person i wanted it to be was me--i'm mostly into girls, and also saw finn as a little brother more than anything else. but i keep hyping him up anyways saying stuff like "oh c'mon the worst she can do is say no! and even then you can at least move on with closure!"

so he takes my advice and confesses to me over text. i turn him down as politely as i can. which is where this whole thing should've ended tbh. but it didn't. his confession (even though it was over text) really endeared me and made me feel appreciated and beautiful in a way i never had been before. i'm not conventionally attractive + a plus size girl, and had never had anyone confess to me before, let alone say something as sincere and sweet as finn did to me. i was always the girl guys dared each other to ask out as a joke, yknow? it felt nice to know that someone saw me as desirable. again, this doesn't excuse my actions or justify them. just context.

so i decide that even though i know i'm not going to pursue anything with finn, i don't want him to lose interest in me either. so i start acting like i might be into him. tell him certain outfits make him look cute, go on and on about how much i love his hair (he really did have nice hair tbh), lean in a little closer when we talked, and constantly reassure him that he'd get a gf soon because good-looking, sweet and funny guys like him don't stay single for long.

he definitely notices bc he (again over text) asks if it's ok to be more physical when we interact. like can he hold my hand if we walk down the hall or whatever. this is definitely where i should've stopped, but i didn't. i kept up the pseudo-flirting bullshit.

and then he confesses (you guessed it! over text) for a second time, insisting that he really thinks that i like him back now. i tell him i don't know what he's talking about but that i'm happy to keep being friends with him. again, i don't stop the flirting-that's-not-quite-flirting.

this continues all the way until the end of the year. he tells me before i graduate that he really cares for me and doesn't want to lose touch after i leave. i promise him we won't. at this point i'd realized the gravity of my actions and had come to regret the way i treated finn, and decided the best course of action was to let our friendship fizzle out after i graduate. so i stop responding as frequently to him, he eventually stops reaching out until finally we lost contact and i delete his number.

i know that what happened was kinda fucked up, but how bad of a fuck up was this tumblr?

(secondary question: is this something that would've had a lasting impact on him and his view of relationships? i hope it isn't. i hope he forgot about me quickly. i hope he's doing better and has found someone who actually likes him.)

What are these acronyms?