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pappydaddy · 2 years

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speak now (s.h.)

a/n: this is a re-write of wedding crasher that fits the song better and fits my writing style better. the original version will still be available on my stranger things masterlist. This was a fun fic to write and (admittedly) helped me overcome some nasty writer's block. it also set me behind in my assignments but we are not going to talk about that (whoops). Anywho, i hope you lovelies enjoy this re-write💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

not requested

speak now - you are here! | wedding: round two (part ii)

warnings: not proof-read. mentions of an over-bearing mother, heartbreak (mentioned), ruined weddings, runaway bride situation.

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The old, musty-smelling church was filled to the brim (it did not hold large groups of people anyway) with chattering guests ranging in age. Above the chattering, the family sat in the front few pews on the right side that stood out due to their matching colour scheme of varying pastel colours. Steve noted that these most likely could be the groom’s immediate family, the family that are going to be Y/N’s in-laws in mere minutes. He shifted in his seat, trying to stay hidden behind the old lady’s obnoxiously large hat as the Groom started up the aisle, laughing and talking with his best man. “Jessie looks like it’s any other day, doesn’t look nervous at all!” Robin whispered to Max. Steve was sitting between them, being Robin’s plus-one (which he forced her to accept). He understood why Y/N hadn’t invited him, how could you justify inviting your most important ex to your wedding?

“I know, I don’t understand it. I would be shitting bricks if it were my wedding day,” Dustin spoke up, narrowing his eyes at the oblivious man now standing at the altar, looking over the crowd making Steve dip in his seat farther. He was simply here to make sure whoever the love of his life was marrying was decent. If he was going to lose her to another man, he had to approve of the other man. So far, he was not pleased with what he was seeing. He wasn’t too sure if it was the arrogant air that radiated off of Jessie, or if it was the sneers his family was shooting the L/Ns, but something was off. “I don’t understand why Y/N kept him from meeting us, makes me think that there is something up with her and this guy, something fishy.”

“Oh, stop it, Dustin. She moved away, that’s why we couldn’t meet him. If Y/N is marrying him, then she has to actually want to, she wouldn’t just marry someone for the sake of being married.” Max scolded. The words she spoke cut Steve deep. How could she have moved on from what they had while he was still stuck in the grieving phase? His biggest mistake in life was letting her go and breaking her heart and he kicked himself for it every single day, from wake to slumber.

Sighing roughly from his nostrils, Steve’s knee started to bounce, his hand coming up to cup his mouth, his dress shirt tightening on his back as he stiffened. His wide, brown eyes drifted around the church, watching as the bridesmaids ran around, piquing his interest. Max, El, and Robin were noticeably beside him, not in the bridal party - something Y/N had claimed to be non-negotiable when she was going to get married. She was adamant about them being her bridesmaids, claiming that if they were able to survive the Upside Down, they would be able to survive planning a wedding.

“Steve, I can see the wheels turning in your head,” Robin hissed, pulling him back down as he started to sit up more, his head like a periscope. “You cannot ruin this day for Y/N, no matter what story your little brain is concocting. You broke up with her, and she moved on. Leave her, she cannot be hurt again.” Robin tried to talk him out of whatever he was planning, but it was useless. The words went in one ear and out the other.

“I’m not planning anything.” He muttered, obviously lying, but Robin closed her mouth. As much as she believed those words she spoke to him, it was hard not to admit that the union between Y/N and Jessie did seem a little wrong. Something was definitely off about the engagement. Settling in her seat, Robin was now set on letting Steve do what he wanted, now concerned about what was going on with Y/N being so late.

“No! I wanted pink flowers lining the aisle! The white flowers were supposed to be the flowers on the altar to make the flowers in her bouquet pop!” The frustrated voice of Y/N’s mother called, distracting most of the crowd and the groom. Taking his chance, Steve slipped from the pew, Max shocked by his sudden movement, unable to stop him - being the only one still wishing to keep the peace for Y/N’s big day. Turning in her seat, she watched as Steve slipped out the doors, unnoticed by anyone who would really wish to stop him from reaching Y/N.

Turning back in her seat, Robin glanced at the empty spot between them. “He went to find her, didn’t he?” She muttered as quietly as she could, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening to them.

“Obviously. It was only a matter of time.”

“I think part of Y/N was waiting for him to come find her, that’s why she isn’t here yet.” Robin disclosed quietly, voice hidden behind Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will’s grumblings of being confined in uncomfortable suits for too long.

Upstairs, in one of the many rooms branching from the church, Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror, finally alone in her thoughts. It seemed that everyone else in the bridal party was fretting over trivial things when it was obvious that the Bride was having a crisis. She was due to walk down the aisle in two minutes. Yet, here she stood, in a room by herself, blinking at herself blankly in the mirror. Her eyes drifted over herself. From the faintly glittery eyeshadow on her eyelids to the dusting of blush over her cheeks, to the red of her lipstick-smeared lips. Finally, her eyes drifted over the white dress secured to her body tightly. It was beautiful. Floral lace design along the entirety of it. It was a timeless dress, a simple ball gown with sleeves. She couldn’t get over how much she had changed since she had been in this town.

Her Fiance was determined to be married in her hometown, deciding that was what Y/N wanted. Being in Hawkins once again brought back a lot of memories. Memories she wanted to bury deep into her mind and forget. Death, heartbreak, horror, fear. Those were paired with horrible flashbacks. The one that hit her the hardest, however, was the reason she left Hawkins in the first place - the memory of the man who she still loves so ardently. So raw and painfully. The man who every inch of this damned town pushed to the front of her mind again - no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. The man who shattered her heart so carelessly when he told her he couldn’t do it anymore. When they were together, they were positive they were going to be together forever. Until they weren’t. She wanted nothing more than to leave Hawkins behind her, but Jessie had planned the whole wedding, from the venue to the very last bridesmaid. She had let him, not wanting to fight him.

She let her eyes lift back to her face, taken aback by the dull eyes void of happiness and excitement blinking back at her. This was not the expression she had pictured on her face on her wedding day. Her movements were lethargic and slow as she raised a shaking hand to her face, wanting to see if this was really her. While she looked much more mature than when she had left, that wasn’t what made her unrecognizable to herself. It was true, her face had thinned ever so slightly, shedding the last bit of childishness, her posture was much neater as she had transformed herself into the professional woman she was. Her hair being twisted up in the hairstyle Jessie’s mother insisted on made her look much older than twenty-four, she was looking as if she was on the verge of thirty-five with two kids. The woman in the mirror was a far cry from the same wide-eyed, naive little girl who left this town with her shattered heart in her hands and all of her possessions.

She knew she wasn’t keen on marrying Jessie. Sure, he was a wonderful man. He was sweet, caring, professional, prideful, and had a good future ahead of him, but she didn’t love him. She did not think that the sun shined on him in the most beautiful way possible, she did not find that his eyes sparkled with the joy of simply being with her. She felt slightly guilty since she knew that her eyes didn’t sparkle with the joy of simply being with him either, but she couldn’t help it. Jessie was adamant about marrying her, but with everything Jessie did, she found herself comparing him to Steve. From the way he walked to the way he made her feel. Her heart was heavy, pain spreading through her chest. Steve didn’t want anything to do with her. He made that clear the day he ripped her heart out and left it broken and bleeding in her hands. It was insane on her part to think that Steve would burst through the door, trying to stop her from the marriage.

Sighing, her fingers lightly pushed the tulle of her vail back from the sides of her face. How she wished Steve would show up. It was only a matter of time before her bridesmaids wouldn’t listen to her distractions anymore, forcing her down the aisle. The door opened the very second she was too tired of looking at herself, disgusted with what was in front of her. Disgusted with what she was doing. She had always preached about marrying for love and here she was, doing the opposite. Marrying for convenience. “Before I walk down the aisle, I need you to make sure that there is nothing in my way. I don’t want to trip.” She tried to throw another distraction at the suspected bridesmaid, but she didn’t hear them walking back out the door, just the door closing.

“You look beautiful,” The voice was masculine and hushed, even soft. It most certainly did not belong to one of her bridesmaids. Freezing, she took a second, wondering if this was a daydream or not. The voice, though she hadn’t heard it for years, she still instantly knew. “Just like I always dreamed.” His voice sounded as if it startled him as he took a step farther into the room. Her heart jumped happily for a moment, realising this was not a twisted daydream, but it broke once again seconds later as she remembered the circumstances.

Clearing her throat, she finally turned around as she collected herself, eyes vaguely pointing in his direction as she knew the second she laid eyes on him, this would all be game over. “What are you doing here, Steve?” She asked, eyes making the mistake of giving in to the strong pull of her love for him. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him - such a small suck of breath she was sure he noticed. He always did notice the little things about her. From the way her skin glowed when she was happy to the shaky breaths she would let out when she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. He had also matured in his looks, but he still looked the exact same somehow. The same bushy, floppy hair that Y/N had loved to run her fingers through, both in moments of pure bliss, domestic fluff, or heightened emotions. His big brown eyes still seemed to hold the mysteries of the world within them, captivatingly haunting and incredibly intoxicating.

“I heard you were in town and I had to come see you.” He told her, his eyes trailing over her, leaving heat in their wake. He didn’t even have to touch her, and she still burned for him just like she did when she was a teenager. The way the lines of her body looked as if they were hand-drawn by the best artist in the world. The way she stood there, glowing with indescribable beauty with the golden rays of the sun forming a halo around her as it shined through the window. She was an angel.

“Why? Last time I checked, you were the one who left me,” She reminded him, her hands clasping together, fingers intertwining as she fidgeted with them - something she always did when nervous. Her eyes never dropped from his, noting the goofy gleam they normally held missing from their depths. “Usually, after someone says they don’t want to be with you, they don’t show up at your wedding.” She remarked, mumbling.

“I know, I spent two days arguing with myself, Robin, and the kids about if I should do this or not,” He sent a tentative smile towards her at the mention of the kids and Robin. Y/N couldn’t help the corners of her mouth twitching into a tiny smile when he mentioned them. She had wanted Max, El, and Robin to be in her bridal party, but whenever she brought it up, Jessie would say it would ruin the wedding with the fight it would cause between them and their parents. Jessie’s family was largely against it and Y/N’s mother had to agree with them (for once). “I just need to know if you love him. If you love this guy.” Steve’s voice broke slightly, tears gathering in his beautiful brown eyes, blurring his vision.

“Of course I love him!” She had answered too quickly and too defensively. She knew her mistake the second she had said it. This was not Jessie she was talking to. This was Steve - the man who knew her inside and out like the back of his hand. With anyone else, the proclamation would have been believed, but not with Steve. Her hands dropped from each other, eyes wide as she realised what she had just admitted to Steve, knowing he was not going to let this go.

Steve took a step towards her, his dress shoes clacking against the old wooden floor. “No you don’t,” He muttered, taking another step towards her, slowly closing the seemingly vast area between them with cautious steps, eyes trained on her as she stood still, waiting for him to reach her. “I can tell by your voice and by the certain glow missing from your cheeks that you are not happy.” He stopped, the space between them only a few feet smaller, making Y/N long to be in his arms, but she knew she couldn’t. Someone could still parallel park a car between them and still have plenty of room to spare and Y/N wished there wasn’t. She wished he would just grab her and whisk her off from this situation.

“Jessie is my Fiance, Steve. I love him.” She tried to deny it further, but she knew there was no point. He could read her like a book he knew from cover to cover.

“Do you love him or does your mother love him? Or is it because he loves you and he’s not me,” He posed the questions, taking another small step toward the girl he was trying to win back. After all these years, he still yearned for her just like he did in high school. Those past few years, Steve willed her to come back to town, if only to pass through, but alas, she never did. Until now. Even if she did come back, he wouldn’t have known. The kids had protected her information like the secret service protects the President - mad at him for breaking her heart. He couldn’t blame them really. If it hadn’t been for him finding Robin’s invitation in their shared mail, he wouldn’t have known she was in town. Y/N tightened her jaw, knowing her mouth would betray her as she refused to answer his questions. However, her silence was enough of an answer for Steve. “I made a stupid mistake five years ago. I was scared and young, I was overwhelmed by my feelings for you and my parents telling me that I was just a kid and I didn’t really know what love was,” Steve gushed, his eyes pleading with her. “They told me that we weren’t going to last and I believed them. I believed them so much that I let them convince me to break up with you,” He took a deep breath. “You have to know that I regret that day and I will regret it forever because I love you and I am never going to stop.” He ranted, taking a step closer to her.

Eyes flicking around his face, Y/N tucked her red painted lip between her teeth, making Steve’s heart jump as she took in what he had just said. “I don’t love him-” She whispered her answer to his earlier question verbally. Confirming what he knew. Gulping, she took a deep breath, her shoulders drawing up to her ears. She closed her eyes, letting out a large breath, her shoulders dropping. Her eyelashes fluttered open, being met by the sight of Steve still staring at her, his watery eyes flicking over every feature of her face, waiting for her to say the words he desperately craved.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, the door was opened in haste, starling the two. Two of her bridesmaids poured into the room. The girls froze at the sight of Steve. “Who are you and what are you doing in the bridal chambers.” One of them asked, eyes narrowed at him. Steve pressed his lips together, shooting Y/N one last fleeting look, but she looked so stunned - too stunned to do anything.

“You know what, we don’t care, just get out. She needs to be walking down the aisle in less than five minutes. Jessie’s family is losing their minds thinking she ran out on him. Her mother is hysterical.” The other one grabbed Steve’s arm, yanking him out of the room just as Y/N had regained her wits about her.

“What, no-” Her protest was cut off from Steve’s ears as the bridesmaid slammed the door behind him, leaving him in the hall. There was only one thing left for Steve to do now: ruin the wedding. He was determined as he walked back down the thin, creaking stairs. There was no way he was going to free Y/N from the hands of those bridesmaids and that just left one opportunity for him. Something Steve was sure only happened in movies and tv shows.

“Didn’t go as planned?” Robin questioned, staring straight ahead at Y/N’s mother assuring everyone the wedding was still on. Steve, shifting as he settled back into his seat, smirked, shaking his head.

“It went perfect until the bridesmaids interrupted-”

“Steve, you’re not thinking about-” Robin gasped lightly, blue eyes wide as she looked at her best friend.

“Indeed I am,” He nodded, confident in his plan. “She admitted it, Robin. She admitted she didn’t love him.” He assured her in hushed whispers.

“Well, I hope you’re right about this because once you say those words, there is no going forward with the wedding from there.” Robin sucked in a breath, giving him one last glance as the organ started to play something that resembled a death march. The grand doors, now closed for the big entrance, opened to allow the bridesmaids through.

“It’s now or never.” He whispered to himself mostly as he stood as well, watching the doors with bated breath.

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The ceremony, for Steve, seemed to be bragging on. The seconds slipped by like hours. He had found himself lost in a daydream, imagining himself shooting up from the pew, declaring that the wedding must be stopped. He imagined himself standing in the middle of the aisle, Y/N's sweet eyes caught on him just like her breath was caught in her throat before she was running towards him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and she proclaimed her love for him.

Two sharp elbows to both of his sides jolted him from his daydream. Glancing around, he noted that the time was coming quicker now. The officiants' words drawling by slow still. For a moment, Steve found his confidence fading. He was not the type of person to ruin a white-veil occasion. However, this dip did not last long when he remembered that Y/N did not deserve a loveless marriage.

His blurred hearing tuned back in as the sleep speech of the officiant spoke those words he was waiting for so long. “Please, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Silence befell the crowd. Steve could feel the weight of all the kids' eyes on him, waiting for him to do the very thing they expected.

Sucking in a breath, Steve pushed himself from the pew before he could talk himself out of it. He was confident that Y/N didn’t love this man, and someone had to help her escape her future with him. “I object!” His voice echoed around the silent church. Jaws dropped and pews creaked as everyone looked at him, but he didn’t notice anyone else but Y/N’s shocked eyes.

As if alone, and not surrounded by horrified looks from every person in the room, Steve connected his eyes with Y/N, slipping out into the aisle. Flexing his hand nervously, Steve swallowed. “Pardon me?” The officiant blinked, a bit delayed from the unexpected objection.

“I object to this marriage,” Steve confirmed with a curt nod. “This woman does not love this man, but more importantly, I love this woman,” He proclaimed. “I stupidly let her go many years ago, but now I have the chance to right my wrongs by saving her from a marriage she clearly doesn’t want.”

“Is this true, Y/N?” The voice of Jessie questioned, looking at the armoured Y/N with furrowed brows. Y/N didn’t answer, unable to pull her eyes from Steve. When he had been hauled out of the room earlier, she had feared he would give up on her, but here he was - committing the biggest form of wedding deviance for her.

Hands slipping from Jessie’s, she grasped the skirt of her dress, hiking it up as she started towards Steve, ignoring the gasps and protests from the crowd. “It is true,” She answered, voice so quiet that if the church hadn’t been in complete shocked silence, nobody would have heard her. It seemed as if her world only consisted of two: her and Steve. “I wanted to tell you this when we were talking earlier,” She continued, still walking towards the stunned Steve. He had imagined this, but he had not thought about what this would feel like if it went right. “I love you. I never stopped, but I was too far into this relationship when I realized I would never be able to forget you. Besides, no matter how ardently I loved you, how much my heart churned for you, I believed that you did not want me. So, I carried on with the wedding.”

The crowd was too shocked to gasp, this ceremony had too many shocking moments occur within the span of a minute. “Runaway with me. Run from Hawkins, run from our families, run from your engagement. Runaway from me just like we talked about when we were teenagers,” Steve’s voice was hoarse as tears welled in his eyes, emotions leaking from him. “Don’t wait or say a single vow, Y/N. Let’s run away now.” He extended his hand to her. For a moment, Steve thought that time had stopped before the weight of her hand fell into his.

“Let’s run away now, Harrington.”

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white-poppie · 3 years

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Playlist for you based on the MHA character you kin (Pro hero edition)

Male students edition || Pro hero edition || Female Students Edition || Villains edition

All the banners are cropped out images from graphics by @gojosattoru

Aizawa Shouta

"So I tried my best, to shut my mouth. But all the thoughts I hid, dug their way out"

・❥・Coffee Breath (Sofia Mills) ・❥・Choke (I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME) ・❥・Traag (Bizzey) ・❥・Rasputin (Boney M) ・❥・motive (Ariana Grande) ・❥・100 Ways (Jackson Wang)

Hawks

"Achilles, Achilles, Achilles come down, won't you, Get up off? Get up off the roof?"

╰┈➤ Achilles come down (Gang of Youths ) ╰┈➤ Icarus (Bastille) ╰┈➤ Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (Set it Off) ╰┈➤ Montero (Lil Nas X) ╰┈➤ I wanna be your slave (Maneskin) ╰┈➤ Teeth (5 seconds of summer)

Mirko

"It's so cruel, but I'm still in love with Judas, baby."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Tia Tamera (Doja Cat) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Judas (Lady Gaga) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Smack a Bitch (Rico Nasty) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Rules (Doja Cat) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I like it like that (Cardi B) ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Drugs (UPASAHL)

All might

"Here we are. Don't turn away now. We are the warriors that built this town"

ೃ⁀➷ Warriors (Imagine Dragons) ೃ⁀➷ Enemy (Imagine Dragons) ೃ⁀➷ Sexy and I know it (LMFAO) ೃ⁀➷ Soldier poet king (The oh hellos) ೃ⁀➷ We will rock you (Queen) ೃ⁀➷The Real Slim Shady (Eminem)

Endeavour

"D-O-L-L-H-O-U-S-E.I see things that nobody else sees"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dollhouse (Melanie Martinez) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Toxic (Britney Spears) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ People I don't like (UPASAHL) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Daddy Issues (The Neighborhood) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Cry Baby (Melanie Martinez) *ੈ✩‧₊˚ I bet on losing Dogs (Mitski)

Present Mic

"Baby get the megaphone put it on speaker! I said I can't hear you so you need to speak up!"

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ LALISA (Lisa) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 3 musketeers (ppcocaine) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Ayy Macarena (Tyga) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Best Friend (Saweetie) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Emo Boy (Ayesha Erotica) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Assi Vele (Vishal Dadlani)

Midnight

"Who needs to go to sleep when I got you next to me?"

彡 Physical (Hwasa) 彡 Slumber Party (Ashinnko) 彡 Buss it (Erica Banks) 彡 Bundles (Kayla Nicole) 彡 Cognac Queen (Mega Thee Stallion) 彡 NUNU NANA (Jessi)

#midnight kinnie #present mic kinnie #endeavor kinnie #toshinori yagi kinnie #all might kinnie #playlist based on your favourite character #playlist #white poppie🌼#judging you based on your favourite mha character #mha x reader #mha x you

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obeythedemons · 3 years

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Diavolo Masterlist

Obey Me! Masterlist

Obey Me Masterlist By Character

Headcanons

MC thinks they don’t deserve affection

Goody-two-shoes MC is tough (+Satan and Asmodeus)

MC is summoned to Devildom in laboratory PPE

MC is Injured

MC’s Attacked By Another Demon

What Crocs He Would Wear

MC Has An Allergic Reaction + Solomon

MC has a headache

Dad Jokes

FTM MC

Idol!MC

MC’s D.D.D. gets a virus and sends flirty messages

Their Favorite Place in Tokyo

MC is in a gang

Supernatural MC

His Office

The Moment He Knew He Loved MC (minus Luke)

Tea Headcanons

When his heart first skipped a beat (minus Luke)

What He Tries To Hide (Minus Luke)

What Kid’s Movie Scares Him The Most

When the others know he loves them (minus Luke)

Gestures of Physical Affection (minus Luke)

What The Lesser Demons Say About Him

MC’s summoned to devildom with a plush of him (minus Luke)

When He Needs To Confess (minus Luke)

MC Has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome

Their Mask

Pokemon AU

MC’s Sick

They Take MC to the Doctor

They Play Video Games (Roblox)

They Catch MC Singing Once Upon A Dream

How they show affection/react to MC showing affection (minus Luke)

How he takes notes

MC gets tired when they’re out (minus Luke)

MC Slips on Ice

MC Receives Their First Binder

Their New Year’s Resolution

MC Pulls Their Hair Back

How He Proposes (minus Luke)

He learns MC’s his soulmate (minus Luke)

MC’s heart races when they see him (minus Luke)

Hanakotoba - His Flower

MC’s standing in the rain

He has a nightmare about MC (minus Luke)

MC hugs him for the first time

He Dances with MC (minus Luke)

Someone Else Confesses

Diavolo Plays Matchmaker (minus Luke)

They comfort MC after a horror movie - Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Diavolo, Solomon

MC falls asleep on their shoulder - Satan, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke

What They Daydream About (minus Luke)

He Asks MC To Become Immortal (minus Luke)

MC’s Cold (minus Luke)

He Sees MC In Wedding Wear (minus Luke)

MC Puts His Cold Hands On Him (Minus Luke)

Someone Sends Him A Nude By Mistake (Minus Luke) - 18+

Cheering Him Up (Minus Luke)

How He Plays The Sims

What Videos MC Posts of Him

Who Gives the Best Massages

MC’s Immortality is Wrong (Minus Luke)

His Favorite Form of Transportation

What He’s Insecure About (Minus Luke)

Oneshots/Drabbles

Motivation

Shipping Wars

Misunderstanding

A Moment

The Oxymorons of Hell

Hell’s Rebellion [Not featuring MC]

Marriage

Greetings

No. 1

The Kitten

A Plea

Last Dance

Something Sweet

Diavolo’s Tits

New Reality [Diavolo & Barbatos]

Spotify Song Challenge

4. God Help the Outcasts - Heidi Mollenhauer, The Hunchback of Notre Dame - Diavolo

51. Rain - Grandson & Jessie Reyez - Diavolo

99. Gimme Chocolate - BABYMETAL - Diavolo

Winter Themed Drabbles

20. Winter Cabin - Diavolo

29. Wish - Diavolo

Spring Themed Drabbles

4. Garden Parties - Diavolo

16. Festivals - Diavolo

Alphabet Drabbles

H - Heir - Diavolo

T - Temple - Diavolo

Z - Zoetrope - Diavolo

Friend Corner

Slumber Party [Barbatos/Lance, Diavolo & Lance]

Destined [Diavolo & Barbatos, Barbatos/Lance]

Permission [Diavolo & Lance, Barbatos/Lance]

Approval Ratings [Fantastic Three & Lance]

Vegetable Garden [Diavolo & Barbatos, Barbatos/Lance]

Date Night

Pillow Fort Party - Diavolo

Valentine’s Day 2022

Diavolo’s Valentine’s Day Card

Before MC: What They Think About Valentine’s Day

What He Gets MC For Valentine’s Day

His Ideal Valentine’s Day Date - Headcanons

How Fast He Falls In Love, How Fast He Admits It - Headcanons

What Valentine’s Day Gift He Wants - Headcanons

After MC: What He Thinks About Valentine’s Day - Headcanons

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Masterlist #Diavolo #Obey Me Diavolo

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cruger2984 · 2 years

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Eurovision ‘22 - Best Tweets from the 1st Semifinal

Here are some of the best quotes from BBC’s Eurovision Twitter! God, they’re really awesome at the jokes.

Albania: Ronela serving slumber party realness... Latvia: The energy! Eat your five-a-day guys, it clearly does you good... Lithuania: Look up sparkle in the dictionary and you'll find Monika Liu. Switzerland: Crying more at this than when Jessie got abandoned in Toy Story 2. Slovenia: Who in Slovenia do I talk to about borrowing that disko ball for my next party? Ukraine: Whose nanna was in charge of knitting the hat? Because I need it. Bulgaria: Intelligent Music Project made the intelligent choice to give the people what they want... PYROS! The Netherlands: In Dutch, S-10 is actually pronounced 'STEEN' - so of course, she's a QUEEN. Moldova: If the question is 'What is Eurovision?', these guys are the answer. Portugal: Portugal here to cleanse your feed. Croatia: The guilty pleasure is all ours, Mia! Denmark: Reddi to listen to this on repeat. Austria: HALO to Austria, because this is a bop. Iceland: 3 minutes of Icelandic chill, I'm here for it. Greece: Would someone PLEASE give Amanda a seat! Norway: "If you don't like the name Keith, I'll call you Jim" move over Shakespeare... Armenia: Feel sorry for the stage crew, imagine the paper cuts...

#bbc eurovision #eurovision #eurovision song contest

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sparring-spirals · 3 years

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The conversation happens on one of their "slumber party nights" that Yasha, Beau, Jester, and Veth like holding, whenever Jester drops back onto land and enough of them are nearby.

Veth isn't there this time- She and Caleb and Essek are on a trip to harvest some more ...volatile alchemical ingredients, with Yeza staying behind with Luc so he "doesn't fall into the volcano, or try to shoot it."

("I'm... fairly certain the volcano isn't sentient this time."

"Essek, that's what you said about the kelp last time.")

Instead, in her honor, Jester, Yasha, and Beau are doing mud masks, which mostly translates into: various buckets of mud (sourced from the backyard) scattered around a room, a full tub of mud, everyone streaked with varying levels of dirt, and a general, good hearted mess. Jester isn't sure if the clumps of plants should be mixed in or not, but she figures it can't hurt. Yasha will tell them if anything will cause a rash.

It happens in a soft lull after Jester finishes regaling a tale of Orly (unfairly) banning Jester from wagering tattoos during poker nights. Yasha is idly replanting a clump of grass in the blob of mud in front of her, Beau leaning against her while Jester carefully sculpts a mud dick.

"Hey, Jessie?"

"Hmm?" She looks up from putting the finishing touches on the balls. Beau has straightened, an uncharacteristic hesitance in her expression.

"I just wanted to uh- I wanted to thank you. For the Sendings. For always messaging us with updates and stories and keeping us connected. Keeping that the same. In the best way. Not just me and Yash, but everyone, and I have no idea how you manage to save your spells so well when you and Fjord are also battling fuck-all huge serpents all the time but I just wanted to thank you, okay? I'm so glad you do that. Even when your timing isn't uh- the best. I'm so fucking glad. Every time."

Jester's joke about her impeccable timing dies in her chest as she sees the way Beau takes a deep breath in, old aches and haunts and fears moving under her skin. Oh. Oh.

"I was worried-" Her face screws up briefly with something like a wince, like reluctance. But this Beau, who has come so far from a Beau that could barely get out an apology, soldiers through anyway.

"I was kind of worried we'd all part ways and that would be it, you know? The Mighty Nein would scatter to the four winds and we'd be like- weird, and disconnected, and gone. And then suddenly you were in my ear telling me that Fjord had tripped over a net after an inspirational speech to the crew-"

Jester can't hold back her snort, at that one. "Ohmygod, that was so funny-" and sees Yasha smile, briefly, her gaze still fixed on Beau.

"And it just- it felt good, you know? To know that. To know that we might all be physically apart but we'd still be- close. A family."

Beau frowns as she finishes, clearly already rethinking her words, "Aw man that got really-"

-only to get bowled over in a flurry of mud-streaked tiefling and enthusiasm.

"Oh- Beau!" Jester manages, pulling back from the hug and shuffling back enough to lock gazes, affection and exasperation and just a hint of sadness swirling through her tone. "Of course I was going to keep talking with you and Yasha and everyone, Beau, we're family, you all are stuck with us until we die, and then we'll all be ghosts and we can haunt each other and knock off teacups from shelves and eat ghost cupcakes and-"

For a moment, her throat closes up, looking at Beau and seeing double, seeing an angry form in front of a hag hut, yelling about not getting to keep happiness, about being left behind.

"Beau we're a family, we aren't going to leave you, we're all going to stay close forever, and ever, and ever, do you hear me? I promise that.

I'll always send you messages and updates and always keep you updated on what animal Fjord has pissed off now. I'll always save spell slots just for you, just for keeping everyone updated on each other. We're not going anywhere."

She reaches forward, squeezing Beau's hand, tight, as she swipes at her eyes with the other.

"I promise. I promise. You have to believe me."

Beau laughs, and its a cracked laugh, but a real one.

"Oh Jessie, I know better than to ever bet against you. Wouldn't want you to start a religion or anything on my behalf."

"We could." Yasha pipes up loyally, eyes twinkling, but her expression is soft. "We could start a whole religion around Beau's eyes, and her abs, and her dope monk shit and her-"

"-Excellent sexytimes?" Jester breaks across, waggling her eyebrows at Yasha, and laughs as Beau splutters out a "hey!". Yasha just smiles, knowingly, sending Jester into peals of laughter. Beau continues spluttering about betrayal, fake indignation mixing with an underbelly of vulnerability as Jester continues teasing her.

Beau's feelings aren't exactly a surprise to Yasha, having been discussed, here and there under covers in dim rooms, little words in late nights, but there had been a slow growing... melancholy, there too. Albeit, one that was lifting, bit by bit, with every unexpected sending that Beau recieved.

They warmed Yasha from the inside out as well, (even if she was still unsure of how, exactly, sending worked, like did Jester hear her thoughts like how Veth did? If Veth was connected to herself and she talked to Jester through Beau was Veth automatically looped in? Or-).

But there would always be a bone deep fear, for Beau, even one that was slowly and steadily being won over with love. With every time Caleb wanted her to come back and do some research with him. With Fjord planning excursions that could be done with the Cobalt Soul. With each of the little gifts from Caduceus that Yasha would bring back from her visits from him.

But nothing had been quite like the way she'd jolted in surprise with the first message, the way she'd mouthed Jester, its Jester, and how the shock morphed into a rising affection and wonder.

(Thoreau better be having a terrible time in prison, she decides. Maybe later she'll ask Jester to send him a super creepy message.)

(Maybe it would be nice for the rest of them to send Jester messages too. She'll ask Caleb, when she sees him next week. She would ask Veth, but sometimes it seems like Veth's messaging magic doesn't work for Yasha like how she expects. If the whole Mighty Nein are going to send Jester messages back, it shouldn't rely on Yasha's super cool telepathic link with Veth.)

But for now- Yasha feels her smile widen, as Beau, standing now, flings some mud directly at Jester's face, and Jester shrieks and uses her tail to trip her as she gets up to flee. Yasha dodges back as Beau does a half flip, to avoid falling.

"Beau." She calls sweetly, reaching behind her where she knows another tub of mud to be, and when Beau looks at her, she says, with great gravitas and weight. "I love you. We all love you."

And right as Beau's expression softens, she swings her hand around, and splats a handful of mud directly into her chest, knocking her back a full step. Beau's wordless yell of outrage is drowned out by Jester breaking down in laughter. Yasha laughs as well as she jumps to her feet, dodging an enraged monk who still can't suppress her smile. She feels Jester's hand slip into hers, sees a quick flash of canines as she grins and dodges a thrown ball bearing, magic gathering around her free hand.

"Lets go, lets GO, I know where we can get a good vantage point, and then we can draw up plans for Beau's new religion-"

"The only religion we need is me knocking both of you on your butts-"

Beau, adrenaline coursing through her veins, recognizes the familiar magic of Jester's dimension door swirling into the air. And as she grabs Yasha's hand (who doesn't really try very hard to dodge), tossing empty threats at Jester who is somehow casting and giggling at the same time, she thinks that this- this is what love looks like.

#critical role #cr spoilers #campaign wrap up #beauregard #jester lavorre #yasha #fic #fanfic #my fic #:D #spar speaks #beauyashter #of a sort #I have. for the first time in my life. written fanfic! because I just couldn't get this conversation/imagery out of my head #and I just. I wanted to see them talking about it and the love and the ease so DAMMIT I wrote it myself #anyway since beau is holding yasha jester changes the destination to a nearby pond and drops them all in #which is good because. just so we're clear. they're all coated in mud.#found family #character meta #beau meta #ot3 #beauyasha #yasha loves beau and also loves jester and loves the mighty nein and also just Does Not Get Sending and i love her for it #im rereading this and like it really ISNT meant to be romantic. but you know what if you want to read it that way all the more power to you #the mighty nein #blue gals #sentinel sisters

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henryobsessed · 3 years

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf

Word Count: 1800

Summary: The calm before the storm

A/n hello, and thanks again @sillyrabbit81 for reading and editing for me :)

Chapter 11

Henry was angry. It was truly the first time he had allowed himself to feel such anger in almost fifteen years. Everything that was happening, all the pieces coming together to paint a picture of that night, it didn’t bring healing like it should, instead, it just bought more pain. All the locked away feelings he had tried so hard to forget from the past kept coming up, especially when he saw Tom’s face. Everything in him wanted to go full wolf, ignore human laws and decimate his friend’s abusers. If he had not felt a strong need to comfort Tom, to help heal some of his wounds then he would have snuck out right there and then.

But Jessie had different ideas, even after the boys left, she insisted he stay by her side. It was as if she knew what he was thinking, knew he would be reckless. When they arrived at the house, he did a quick sniff of the perimeter before feeling secure that there were no new smells. He found Jessie in the kitchen making a coffee. What he wouldn’t give to taste the magic brew again, it had been so long since his last sip. Wondering if she would understand him, he padded over to her and bumped her leg, put his nose in the air, sniffed at the cup she had finished pouring and then yipped. For the first time in a few days she smiled, a genuine large smile. “Did you want some coffee, Henry?” He yipped again, this time emphasising it with his tongue panting.

She found a small ceramic bowl and poured some coffee into it, she picked it up and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. It was the perfect height for him to first sniff the delectable scent, then hesitantly dip his tongue in. It was perfect, she had made it smooth, bold, and milky. He turned his head to her and almost laughed at the look on her face as she watched with anticipation. “Is it ok? I can change it if you don’t like it that milky.” Her nervousness was real, and he wanted to show her how much he liked it, so instead he turned around and lapped the whole bowl up before jumping on the couch and giving her a series of long sloppy kisses on the cheek. Giggling Jessie squealed, “Henry! Stop! If that’s a yes you liked it then great. But if that’s just a reaction to the coffee then no more for you mister.” He stopped immediately not wanting the coffee to stop.

Henry curled up next to her on the couch laying his head in her lap. It was the only intimate thing that he could do whilst he was still in wolf form. He wanted her to know she was safe. Her fingers began to caress his fur, threading through massaging his skin. The tension and anger melted, all that mattered at that moment was his mate.

She softly cleared her throat, “Henry, I need to let you know about something important. Please yip if you are understanding me.” It had been a while since her voice had not made sense, another sign he hoped that he was closer to the surface. “Yip” was his reply. Her body sagged a bit. “Good, I have insisted Tom come to live here for a while until he is safe to go home. But that might be a long while. I learned something this morning and I need to tell you, but I don’t want you to overreact, ok?”

Overreact, what was she talking about? Henry listened intently a soft growl intimating he heard but was not happy. “Tom, well Tom is my secret admirer.” At that comment, Henry leapt up sitting his full height on the couch. His eyes bored into Jessies, looking to see if what she said was true and not a horrible joke. But the seriousness on her face confirmed her words. Both her hands came up and cradled his muzzle, keeping his eyes on hers as she spoke with authority. “Now listen to me Henry, I know you have been jealous and I appreciate you trying to protect me from Boyd. But you know Tom, he is sweet, caring, and young. You have nothing to be jealous of. I see him as more of a younger brother, heck even as a son. So, you have nothing to fear, I want you to continue to care for him just as you have been. He needs our love and affection right now, not more rejection. Ok?”

Not sure how he felt about it, on top of everything else, he flopped back down in her lap. Not willing yet to acknowledge what she was asking of him. She didn’t know how much it hurt to see her with another, to know outside of a dream he could not hold her. He settled enjoying her hands once again scratching behind his ear and smoothing his fur. They stayed like that until the sound of multiple footsteps sounded at the front door, Henry jumped up and ran to the door his fur heckled and a low growl sending out a warning. “Hey Jessie, Wolfy, it’s just us.” Jessie walked past him and opened the door showing a mountain of bags hiding the two boys behind.

Henry’s heckles stayed up as he watched the wall of bags shuffle into the room. It wasn’t till the bags had been placed down, and Tom’s face was shown again, that his fur smoothed down, at that moment he made his mind up. No matter how painful it was seeing someone else fawn over his mate, he would treat Tom as family. He walked up to Tom, rubbing his body up against him then gave his hand a quick lick. Tom’s hand rested on his head-scratching behind his ear. “Thanks, Wolfy. I missed you too buddy.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jessie with a soft smile on her face.

Joe stayed for dinner, the foursome enjoyed steak and veggies, with ice cream for dessert. After dinner, Joe tried to convince the party too, “Have a fashion parade.” A chorus of no’s including a growl from Henry had him lifting his hands in surrender,.“Oh, you guys are no fun. At least let us get dressed in our pj’s.” Jessie frowned at this comment, causing Joe to explain, “We thought with everything going on it might be a good idea to have a slumber party. You know an extra body in case you know who decides to turn up.” Henry was surprised at Joe’s gesture. As excitable as the boy was he was a true friend to Jessie. Jessie, he could see, was struggling and if he guessed her problem, it was accepting help. She had been independent for so long, had to be strong for herself, work everything out for herself. He could only guess if she was anything like himself that she would try to back out of this extra support.

Before she had a chance to speak, he pushed towards her, growling low making her look at him. He put as much feeling behind his eyes as he could trying harder than ever to push towards the surface. The message he wished to convey was one of “please, accept their help.”

She looked at him, her head cocked to one side before her ridged stance melted and her soft voice yielded. “As long as Dillon is ok with it, Joe that’s fine. Heaven knows this house has enough rooms to have 3 separate guests so I’m ok with you having a ‘slumber party.” Joe whooped at that and ran to ring his boyfriend.

Henry had to snigger, here she was surrounded by boys, Tom was 19, and Joe 22 they had gone and changed into PJ’s that had caused Jessie to giggle, the Pokémon images outlined on the two-piece top and pants make them look like overgrown children. Confirmed by them pulling the cushions of the chairs and creating a fort with blankets for them to sit in and eat popcorn as they watched movies. It truly was a sight to see but Henry could tell she was slightly uncomfortable with the interaction. But with his body surrounding hers, she began to relax and enjoy the constant chatter of Joe and Tom.

As the clock chimed 11pm, the party began to go quiet, and eventually, Jessie put on her boss hat. “All right boys. Time for teeth, toilet, and bed, and I want this room set to rights before you head upstairs.” Yawns and tired agreements grumbled as Henry got up and yipped to Jessie. “You need to go out Henry?” It was the first time she had addressed him with his full name in front of the others.

Joe was the only one who made any note of it as he was picking up the last cushion. “I like that name, Jessie. It suits him.” She smiled at Henry, then let him out.

When he was back inside, they locked up the doors and walked silently upstairs. She poked her head in both rooms saying the good night before moving to her own room. After looking after her own needs Jessie snuggled under the covers. Henry positioned himself so he was stretched out next to her ready to hold her in his arms he shut his eyes pleading for sleep to come fast.

Trees, trees, and more trees, the more he pushed the thicker they grew as if they were alive and deliberately holding him back. Henry began to grow angry again, how dare they stop him from seeing his mate. His anger hit a point causing him to turn into his wolf while in the dream state. This allowed him to duck under the branches until he finally broke free into the clearing. There was Jessie, patiently waiting for her man but the look of shock on her face when wolf Henry broke through into the clearing was evident.

“Henry? Are you, ok?” He looked up at her, the anger still burning hot in his eyes. She stilled for a moment then sat patting her lap in an invitation for him to join her. He passed back and forth for a moment before his heart rate began to settle, then he walked forward, and laid down beside her. His head in her lap she gently caressed his fur before he was fully calm. At that moment his desire for her pulled to the front so much so that he began to shift, she stilled as his body creaked and popped until Henry’s head laid in her lap his naked body stretched out for all to see.

Chapter 12

#Theveterinarianandthewerewolf #henry cavill #werewolf #henry cavill x ofc

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saiyanprincessswanie · 3 years

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Chrome & Leather - Chp 2

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC, Brother Bucky x OFC, Billy Russo x OFC

Series Warnings: Angst, Violence, Smut, Lies, Cussing,

Word Count: 2258

Series Summary: Life had always been simple in the small town that the Barnes and Rogers family grew up in. Jessie had fallen in love with her brothers best friend Steve Rogers as a teenager. When Bucky and Steve come back to town after serving in the army they decide to open up a mechanic shop and start a motorcycle club. Steve and Jessie reunite and start a passionate relationship focused on settling down.

But one night of fun turns tragic after the guys are betrayed by a childhood friend and you watch the life you dreamed of slip through your fingers. Broken-hearted you are forced to move on without him.

Five years later, Steve and Bucky come back to the small town to find you with a son and engaged to the new Sheriff Billy Russo. Is it too late to win you back? Can true love concur life’s obstacles and will Billy let you go?

A/N: This is my first fic with an original female character, Jessie Barnes. Face claim for Jessie Barnes is model Jessy Hartel, Images of her are slightly altered to give her blue eyes for my OC. All photos in moodboard are from Pinterest.

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The sound of a text message pulled Jessie from her slumber as she groaned out in frustration. She reached for her phone as it dinged again, it was a message from Becca telling her that the guys would be arriving in the afternoon. Jessie rolled out of bed to get ready for the day.

Winnie and Becca were planning a small get-together with their friends from the community at the family home. They figured a small BBQ with home-cooked food would be just what the guys needed and that was something the Barnes women were good at. There would be a lot to get done but knowing her mom and sister they would have been making things since early this morning.

After showering, she wrapped a towel around her and walked into the bedroom to change. Jessie put on a light blue lace bra and matching underwear. She then changed into a blue summer dress that flowed to her mid-thighs and boots. She walked back into the bathroom to finish up her hair and put on a touch of makeup.

Her nerves were running wild as she looked herself over in the mirror. It was going to be a long morning as she played different scenarios in her head about seeing Steve for the first time. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she headed downstairs to leave for her mom’s place.

It took a few hours of cooking and setting up everything outside before Winnie was satisfied with how everything looked. Pietro, Wanda, Nat, Sam, and Thor thankfully had offered to help them around noon. Now the small group was outside taking a break under the warm summer sun.

The guests were just starting to arrive as they trickled in the house and outside. “Well look at you, Jessie. Any reason you got yourself dolled up?” Becca asked as Jessie walked into the kitchen.

“What? Can’t a girl look nice for the party we’re throwing?” Jessie fluttered her eyes dramatically as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

Becca grinned as she watched her sister walk with an extra skip in her step. “Uh-huh, I bet. Here, take these condiments outside. Bucky texted saying they would be here soon.”

With a beer in one hand and a tray in the other, Jessie made her way outside. As she set down the items on a table, she was greeted by different guests. Jessie chatted with friends, trying to keep the nerves from rising within her head.

Caught up in conversation, Jessie heard their friends start to cheer as a jeep made its way into the long driveway. Becca and Winnie had pushed through the crowd of people to greet the men. Jessie stood back with Wanda, watching as Bucky and Steve hugged her sister and mom. Their eyes scanned the group of people as they shook hands and laughed.

Finally, Bucky caught Jessie’s eye as she stood off to the side. “My god Jessie, look at you. I hardly recognized you.” Jessie ran towards her brother and they embraced one another. Bucky pulled back and took her in. “Steve, look at our little Jessie, all grown up.”

Jessie’s eyes glanced from Bucky to the man behind him. There, standing before her, was Steve staring at her with eyebrows raised and parted lips. She wasn't sure if he was happy to see her or not. Steve had definitely put on some muscle weight from the last time she saw him. Her eyes roamed over him, taking in his handsome form.

Steve grinned as he walked up to her. “Wow, Jessie, you umm… you look great, beautiful.” His words stumbled over one another as his hand rubbed the back of his neck.

She couldn’t help the nervous chuckle that escaped her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself Steve.” Jessie blushed as she stared into his blue eyes.

Bucky watched them both in awkward silence. “I don’t know about you two but I need food and a beer.” That broke the eye contact and by the time she knew it both men were being ushered off by some of their friends.

Becca walked up to her sister and lightly nudged her. “So that was interesting to watch.”

“Shut it, Becca.” Jessie took a swig from the bottle and walked away, ignoring Becca calling after her.

The gathering had turned out to be just what the guys needed. Steve and Bucky both played catch up with friends, ate to their heart's content, and drank several beers. The entire time Steve’s eyes were watching Jessie as she mingled with guests. Every now and then their eyes would lock with one another across the yard.

She had grown up in those four years and was just as beautiful as when he left her. Steve had developed a crush on Jessie in grade school. He didn’t know what his feelings were then, not until he got older. By the time they were all in high school, Steve was smitten with the brown-haired beauty.

Steve remembers one day after school when he and Bucky were in a fight with two boys from the next town over. Jessie and Becca had stumbled upon the scuffle on their way home. Steve had taken a fist to the face and fell to the ground. By the time he looked up from the ground, he caught Jessie punching the boy square in the face, breaking his nose. The boy had fallen to the ground, clutching his face and Jessie stood over him hurling insults. Both boys ran from the scene.

Jessie had kneeled next to him to see if he was alright. Most boys would be embarrassed if a girl rescued them but not Steve. No, he was definitely in love with her from that moment on. After that day, he would casually flirt, hold her hand when no one was looking or kiss her forehead. Steve knew she would be his best girl.

It hurt to leave her behind when he went into the military but he felt lost. With both parents deceased, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life. His mom had always been his beacon, guiding him towards a better future. When he lost her something in him broke. He became an angry, resentful person, who liked to drink and pick fights. Looking in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself and knew he needed a change.

So when Bucky decided to join the army, Steve saw a way to work on himself without dragging Jessie down the dark path he was on. Thankfully, the army was exactly what he needed. It gave him a purpose and a second chance at life.

Now being back among friends Steve knew he made the right decision. It was time for him to get the woman of his dreams.

The party had died down around 11 PM and Winnie had bid everyone a good night. Sam and Thor had left to work at the bar leaving Steve, Bucky, Becca, Jessie, Nat, Wanda, Pietro, and a small group of their friends around the bonfire. Throughout the day and evening, Jessie and Steve had kept stealing glances of one another. Though every time Steve was going to approach her, someone else would be welcoming him back home. Jessie had decided to get up from the group and take a small walk.

Jessie walked around to the front of the house and headed to the porch. This had to be one of her favorite spots at her parent’s house and she could always be found here when she was younger.

She climbed the front stairs to the porch and sat on the swing. Jessie could hear the laughter from behind the house being carried by the wind. Out where her mother’s house was you could see all the stars. On any given night Jessie would say this was relaxing, but after she witnessed Sharon’s behavior she was more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

Sharon was the blonde hair, blue-eyed beauty that could stop men in their tracks. Tonight was no exception as she hung around Steve every chance she could, her arm always touching a part of him. To his credit, Steve kept shaking off Sharon every single time and excused himself from the group just to get away from her. Though seeing another beautiful woman hanging off his arm caused jealousy to run through Jessie’s veins. Sharon was known to be ‘experienced’ and maybe that is what Steve needed after being gone for a few years. Jessie had never slept with anyone before and she cursed herself for not knowing how to approach Steve. Jessie let out a sigh and closed her eyes as she swung lightly back and forth.

The sound of feet on the gravel had her opening her eyes as she watched Steve climb the stairs. He leaned against the porch railing and smiled. “I had a feeling you would be here. Is this seat taken?”

Jessie slid over and lightly patted the open spot. “So… How does it feel to finally be home? ” She watched him walk over to her and sit down. His leg brushed against hers ever so lightly, causing Jessie to bite her lip.

Steve smiled as his eyes looked her over. “Feels great to be home. It was nice that you, Becca, and your mom pulled a little welcome home party together. Just seeing everyone after a few years and catching up was exactly what I needed. Though there was one person I didn’t get the chance to talk with today that I’ve missed the most.”

Jessie looked at him confused, “And who is that?”

“Really, Jessie?” Steve turned his body to face her and lightly grasped her hand. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of it. “You know I’ve waited four years for this moment. To finally see your beautiful face again.” His hand cupped her cheek softly. “Just seeing you today gives me hope for us.”

“What do you mean ‘for us’? We aren’t together Steve.” Confused, she watched him run a hand on the back of his neck. Jessie could tell he was nervous with how he was acting.

“The thing is, I like you, Jessie. Always have, since the day I met you. I was waiting for the right time to ask you to be my girl. I have wanted to ask you for a long time.”

Jessie bit her lip, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to be yours?” Her eyes were locked onto his, searching to see if he was lying.

Steve nodded his head. “If you’ll have me.”

Jessie threw her arms around him, holding him tight. “Yes, Steve. A thousand times yes.” Steve’s arms wrapped around her as he released the breath he was holding in.

Jessie always said that he could give the best hugs in the world. Her nose buried in his shirt, taking his scent in. Briefly, he pulled back from her, cupping her cheeks with his hands. His thumbs gently wiped the tears away as he leaned closer to her.

“Can I kiss you, doll?” He breathed out, waiting for her permission.

“Yes.” Their lips connected as they softly danced against the other. If this was a movie, there would be fireworks going off in the background to celebrate the long-awaited kiss that they have dreamed of.

A throat cleared in the background as Jessie and Steve pulled away from one another. Bucky was standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching them. “So how long has this been going on?” He took a pull of his beer.

“Buck! I-We-” Steve stuttered as Jessie jumped in.

“Bucky, this is not your business.” She glared at him as he walked up the steps.

His blue eyes looked between Jessie and Steve. “To hell, it ain’t. My best friend and my youngest sister are necking on the front porch. So, when did this start?”

Steve stood up and held up his hands in defense. “I just asked her now to be my best girl.”

There was an awkward silence between the three of them as Bucky glared at them both. Jessie was expecting a big brother talk when he finally smiled and started to laugh. She exchanged a confused look with Steve.

Bucky was bent over laughing, “I got you both good! It’s about damn time, Steve. I thought it was going to take a miracle to get you to admit your feelings.”

Jessie stood, hands on her hips as Bucky pulled Steve into a hug. “Wait a minute, what do you mean about damn time? You knew he had feelings for me?”

“Steve here has been hiding his feelings since we were kids. I didn’t think much of it until he refused to date anyone I tried to set him up with. Then there is you, Jessie, you have been obvious from the start. Plus, Becca filled me in.” Bucky said as he took another drink, watching the realization come over the both of you. “Least you both admitted your feelings. But Steve…”

“Yeah, Buck?” Steve asked.

Bucky’s smile went into a thin line, “You break her heart and I will break your face.” Bucky headed back to the bonfire.

Jessie stood in front of him now, hands sliding into his, “Yeah Steve, so don’t screw this up.”

“I don’t ever plan on it, doll.” Steve leaned down and kissed her with such passion it took her breath away.

Chapter 3

#saiyanprincessswanie #chrome & leather #steve rogers #biker au #billy russo #bucky barnes

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Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing x

Request 2: I have a idea for mother nature x warren: how about an angsty fic about their first fight? And for the first time mother nature feels heartbreak and is really hurt. Her eyes are pitch black and empty. Usually, when she relaxes, she grows pumpkins etc. But this time all the vegatables are rotten or too small. Maybe you feel inspired by this :) (would be great if it has a happy ending though haha) Thank you, you're great!

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, underage drinking, panic attack, and assault

Word Count: 8k

A/N: This took a long time but I hope you guys enjoy it! This builds more into Warren and Mother Nature’s relationship, probably set before fairytale

Everything had been perfect. Halloween was coming up, and (Y/N) asked Jubilee if she’d do a group costume with her and another girl.

Jubilee said yes, trusting (Y/N)’s opinion on people, for she always saw the good in them.

Jubilee took her, and the other girl, Jessie Rowe, to one of those pop up Halloween shops to look for costumes.

“We can just get inspired if we don’t see anything perfect, you know?” Jubilee said. “We can always make our costumes.” (Y/N) nodded while looking at the different colored crayon costumes.

“But it would be so much easier just to get one now. We could all go as like— sexy angels or something. In honor of Warren!” Jessie suggested.

(Y/N) grimaced a little at the outfit Jessie held up. She didn’t feel comfortable wearing something so thin and tight at some house party on a cold October night.

Jubilee laughed, “That’d be cute.”

“Come on,” Jessie nudged her. “(Y/N), I bet your boyfriend would go nuts seeing you in this.”

“Mmm, I think he might find it kind of offensive or something…” She didn’t want to go as a sexy anything for Halloween. No offense to anyone who did dress sexy on Halloween, but that just wasn’t (Y/N)’s vibe. “Not my thing anyway…”

“Oh, come on! He wouldn’t be offended; Warren’s such an angel. I bet he’d fuck you if you wore this.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide with shock. She’d never had someone be so blunt and explicit with her— Well, she had, but it wasn’t directed at her.

“Um, we’re going to a party, Jess…” (Y/N) awkwardly reminded her.

“I know, but you guys could sneak off somewhere or leave early. People do it all the time.”

“What about vampires?!” Jubilee interrupted, holding packages of fake fangs in her hands.

“Oh, that’d be fun! And we could get fake blood too!” Jessie put the angel outfit back on the rack and went to a different area with Jubilee.

(Y/N) followed behind, thankful for the interruption, but still thinking about Jessie’s comment.

“If you two do decide to fuck at the party, I want all the details…”

Why did she care so much if Warren and I are having sex?

She tried to focus on other things as Jubilee attempted to change the subject.

“Fruits? Personally, I’d like to be a strawberry.”

Jessie laughed, “We’re not in elementary.” Jubilee shrugged before holding up a banana costume and made a suggestive joke. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed at her.

“I think we should be pink ladies.” Jessie morphed her voice to sound like Olivia Newton-John.

“From Grease? But that’s so overdone,” Jubilee didn’t like the idea, but it was the first decent one Jessie had all day.

“I mean, if someone else shows up in the same costume, we’re technically not matching…” (Y/N) said.

“See?” Jessie smiled. “(Y/N)‘s smart!”

“Alright, alright, give me some time. I’ll think about it,” Jubilee stated.

“Trust me; you’ll come around.”

Warren was lying in bed, fast asleep. He’d just showered after training with Mystique and got his ass kicked. Even when he thought he was getting better, he still wasn't as good as her.

(Y/N) entered the room, excited to tell Warren about her Halloween costume plans.

Sure, she could have just texted him, but she hadn’t seen him all day.

“Warren, Angel baby—“ She quickly shut her mouth when she saw him sprawled over his bed, fast asleep.

She cooed over his sleeping figure, tempted to leave him as he was.

What if he’s been asleep for hours? Or all morning? It’s still light out, though. I better wake him up anyway.

(Y/N) tapped his shoulder and said his name a few times, trying to get a response from him.

He slowly stirred in his slumber, waking up from (Y/N)‘s interruption. “Hmm?...”

“Hey, War,”

“Mmm… what time is it?”

“3:48.”

“Join me.” (Y/N) sat on his bed, sitting next to him as he shifted, snuggling next to her, and slowly woke up. “How’d shopping go with Jubilee?”

“It was alright.” (Y/N) massaged his scalp as she retold her day. “Jessie kept shooting down our ideas and the ones she had Jubilee never really liked, so we didn’t exactly settle on anything…”

Warren looked up at her. “I thought you guys were going as crayons?”

“Jessie said no.”

“Why?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “She suggested we go as sexy angels.”

Warren’s facial expression was piqued with interest, despite him trying not to show it.

“I said that would be offensive to you, and we’d freeze to death anyway.”

Warren chuckled, “I’ll be there to keep you warm.”

“Aren’t you gonna be shirtless?”

“Maybe. I said I might— Roger Taylor didn’t wear a shirt most of the time.”

Warren was teaming up with Kurt, Scott, and Peter to dress up as Queen, the rock band, for Halloween.

“You could get sick! It might even rain on Halloween, which will make you even colder!”

“I’ll be fine.” Warren wasn’t too worried.

“Wear a jacket, please.”

“I will. I will…”

(Y/N) huffed, “Good… Cause if you don’t, I’ll bring you one, and it will be tacky and ugly and totally ruin your costume. So you better bring one…” She jokingly threatened.

Warren chuckled, “Yes, Mom.” (Y/N) laughed at his demeanor.

Warren looked up at her, lifting his head up, lips puckered. A way of silently asking for a kiss.

(Y/N) complied, and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Wanna get some food? I’m kind of hungry.”

Warren nodded. He finally, and officially, got out of bed since his nap, (Y/N) next to him.

As they were about to leave his room, a leaf fell from (Y/N)‘s head.

“You dropped a leaf.”

She frowned, eyes purple with embarrassment, “That’s the fifth one this week.”

Warren bent down to pick it up. “It’s fall. I’m surprised you still have a few left.”

“I’ve still got about a month.”

The vines wrapped around (Y/N)’s legs and the leaves in her hair were shedding— Just like the trees outside, as the weather dropped and plants prepared for winter.

Warren took the leaf and set it in a book. He liked to press any of (Y/N)‘s leaves he could get his hands on.

She thought it was silly, they were just leaves, but Warren liked them.

(Y/N) rummaged through the fridge for something to eat.

“I think there’s leftover Chinese from last night,” Warren told her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take those. They aren’t mine.”

“You can say I ate them. Ororo and Kurt took my pizza after we went to East Village Pizza.”

“Didn’t you label the box?”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, but it’s Kurt and Ororo. They ignored it.”

(Y/N) stifled a laugh as she took out some milk, deciding to make mac and cheese.

“They’re the only ones who don’t fear me.” He joked.

“Hey! I’m right here… and besides—“ She turned the stovetop on. “—No one here “fears” you. Not even the little kids. Jamie Donaldson told me he wanted to be you for Halloween.”

Warren tilted his head slightly in confusion.

The water in the pot had reached a boil and (Y/N) poured the dried noodles into it. “He said you were his hero. That he wanted to be like you when he got older.”

Warren dismissed it, “His friends are gonna tease him.”

“I’m sure they already do… he has gills… Deny it all you want, Worthington, but you’re not tough as nails. Underneath the metal, you’re a big softie who cries during The Notebook, and helps Alex teach the second graders.”

“Babe, everyone cries during the notebook, and I had a free period, and Alex needed help.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Mmhmm… well, you can’t let Jamie down. It would crush him.”

“I’m no—“ Warren stopped.

“You’re no what?” (Y/N) teased nonchalantly. She knew what he was going to say.

“You’ve trapped me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not gonna say it.”

(Y/N) mixed the milk, butter, and cheese powder in a separate bowl. “Say what?”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it?”

“You’re too hard on yourself! Be honest and caring for once.” (Y/N) pouted.

“I’m not saying it. It’s dumb and cheesy.”

“Fine. Then you don’t get any of my mac and cheese.”

“I’ll steal some when you’re not looking.”

(Y/N) widened her eyes for comical intimidation. “I’m always looking.”

Warren crossed his arms, “I’m still not going to say it.”

“Please…”

“I’m a bad person, (Y/N), I’ve done bad things…”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Isn’t your therapist Brenda helping you not sound like Batman so much?”

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) kissed his nose. “Okay, Angel.”

“(Y/N), I’m not—“

“Yes, you are! Say it.”

“Fine,” He caved. “I’m an angel.”

“Say it like you mean it. A positive tone of voice and affirmations improve a plant’s lifestyle and growth.”

Warren couldn’t deny the small smile on his face, “I’m an angel.”

(Y/N) squealed and kissed Warren’s lips. His cheeks were red, for he was flustered.

“Can you get some bowls? Mac and cheese is done.”

“Yeah, sure.” Warren got two bowls and forks for them both and set them on the counter.

(Y/N) scooped some macaroni into both bowls, then she and Warren sat on the barstools on the other side of the counter and chowed down.

Jessie entered the kitchen as they ate their food.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey, Warren.”

“Hey, Jessie! I just made some Mac and cheese if you’re hungry.”

“I’m good, thanks. I don’t really eat carbs.”

“Oh… Okay…” (Y/N) looked down nervously at her bowl, trying to hide her purple eyes.

“Yeah, they just don’t agree with me, ya know?”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I don’t really like hot Cheetos.”

“See? We’re practically one and the same.” Jessie smirked.

Warren’s gaze kept shifting between the girls. He was confused at the tone of the conversation.

“Anyway, I came down here looking for you.” She said to (Y/N).

“Really? What’s up?”

“I convinced Jubilee that we should go as pink ladies.”

“That’s great!”

Jessie nodded, “We’re gonna get the stuff we need for our costumes tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” (Y/N) said.

“Uh, huh… what are you going as for Halloween?” Jessie asked Warren.

“A few other guys and I are going as Queen.”

“Ooooo! I love their music.”

Warren nodded, “Scott’s going as John Deacon, Peter’s going as Brian May, I’m going as Roger Taylor, and Kurt’s going as Freddie Mercury.”

Her voice shifted to a flawless British accent, “Well, I’m sure you’ll look amazing, darling.”

Warren laughed, “Thanks.”

“Of course… (Y/N) I’ll talk to you later about Halloween stuff.”

“Okay. See you later.”

As Jessie sauntered away, Warren was a bit unsettled by Jessie’s attitude but was more worried about his girlfriend.

“You need to eat some carbs…” (Y/N) mumbled.

“She’s probably just doing some fad diet,” Warren reassured her.

“I dunno…”

Warren shrugged and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “There’s no harm in eating macaroni… and no matter what you do, you’ll always be healthier than Peter.”

“Oh god, yeah,” (Y/N) jokingly grimaced. No offense to Pete’s lifestyle, but consuming only twinkies and Diet Pepsi would not go down well for Mother Nature, or anyone else.

“I’m gonna save the rest for later.” (Y/N) went through a cabinet looking for some Tupperware.

“Alright. Want me to put what we didn’t touch in another container?”

“Sure.”

—

The girls all grabbed pink ladies jackets and paid for them.

“I was thinking we wear all black— heels, shirt, and leggings or maybe like a skirt or something.”

“Heels?!” Jubilee shrieked. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna wear heels all night on Halloween.”

“It’s just for pictures,” Jessie reassured her. “And besides, you’ll kick them off at the door anyway.”

“Why would I wanna roam around barefoot at a party?”

“(Y/N)‘s barefoot all the time. To feel one with nature.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows, eyes orange. “No, I’m not. I rarely ever do that…”

Jessie held up her hands in surrender, “Well, I heard it from Nancy Robinson…”

“She’s wrong… I told her I connect easily with plants.”

“She must have misunderstood.”

(Y/N) nodded, unsettled.

“Do you guys wanna go to the mall? There’s this cute little black dress at Forever 21 I wanna get for Halloween.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“I need to get some more foundation at Sephora,” Jessie stated.

“Good, cause we were going anyway.” Jubilee joked threateningly. Jessie and (Y/N) laughed.

As they walked around the Sephora, Jubilee scanned the isles for blue eyeshadows in different shades.

“Kurt asked me to do his makeup for Halloween. He wanted some 70s glam rock.”

“You’re gonna do a great job!” (Y/N) told her.

“For sure— I’m also doing Warren’s and Peter’s too.”

“They’re all going to look great. I hope we can get a group photo of them before they get all sweaty and tired out.”

Jubilee nodded, smiling, while she placed all her items on the counter to be rung up.

“Why didn’t Warren ask you to do his makeup?” Jessie asked.

“Oh, uh… I dunno.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not very good at super dramatic glittery looks.”

“I’m just surprised he didn’t ask you, is all. I thought he would’ve, considering you’re dating.”

“I mean, he’ll probably ask to borrow my mascara or something... It’s not a big deal.”

Jessie raised her eyebrows in questioning before paying for her foundation. “If Scott was going to wear makeup, I’m sure he’d ask Jean to do it for him.”

“Scott would just want an excuse for his face to be inches away from Jean’s face, and for her to constantly be gazing into his eyes and glancing at his lips. Until they finally break the tension and spend the whole time making out, and Scott’s still not even wearing any makeup by the end.” Jubilee states.

“That’s very specific… Also, don’t they kind of do that already, anyway?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah,” Jubilee chuckled.

“Still, I don’t know why Warren didn’t ask you.” Jessie interrupted. “Maybe you should ask him.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Yeah, uh, I— I might.”

—

Warren was lounged on (Y/N)’s bed, focusing on a textbook assignment.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do your makeup?”

Warren looked up. “Hmm?”

“Jubilee said you asked her to do your makeup for Halloween… I could’ve done it.”

“Oh, uh, I mean Kurt asked her to do his, and then Peter asked her, and we both figured why not do mine too? She’s just going to do some eyeliner and highlighter. It’s no big deal.”

“Oh…” (Y/N)’s eyes flashed purple.

“Do you want to do my makeup?”

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes slightly red and orange. “Never mind… It was stupid… I’m not even that good at makeup…”

Warren blinked, no longer focused on his homework. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I mean, if you wanna do my makeup, go ahead. I don’t care. If it’s that big of an issue—“

“It’s not an issue. I was just wondering why you didn’t ask me.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to do my makeup.”

(Y/N) pursed her lips. He was kind of right. She really couldn’t have cared less— Halloween was proving to be so stressful already.

“Yeah…” She mumbled.

“See, problem solved.”

A weird feeling of tension filled the air.

Warren and (Y/N) never fought, and they rarely argued or bickered over things that weren’t Warren’s low self-esteem.

Despite him saying, “Problem solved.” It didn’t feel that way.

—

Warren barged into Peter and Scott’s room. Inside were Scott, Kurt, and another kid.

“(Y/N) and I had an argument—“ Warren glanced at the short blonde guy sitting on Scott’s bed. “Who is he?”

“Warren, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Warren,” Scott introduced. “Bobby’s new, he’s a freshman, and we’re kind of the only guys his age, so he’s just hanging out with us.”

“Hi,” Bobby awkwardly waved at Warren.

He waved back, “Hey.”

“Anyway— what happened with you and (Y/N)?”

Warren sat down on Peter’s bed. “We got into an argument about the dumbest thing…”

Kurt squinted his eyes in confusion, “That’s not— you guys don’t do that… Or is that a normal thing for most American couples? All the fighting and yelling.”

“Okay, first off Blue, you need to stop watching sit-coms with Jean and Jubilee where the middle-aged suburban couple’s hate each other’s guts. Second, we weren’t yelling, and it wasn’t really a fight fight, but there was uncomfortable tension.”

The other three boys were focused solely on Warren, waiting for him to explain more.

“She like got mad I didn’t ask her to do my makeup for Halloween, but then she wasn’t mad and said she didn’t even want to do my makeup. And like we settled it, but I still felt weird afterward. Almost like we didn’t settle it.”

Kurt was baffled, unsure of what to say. Scott was taking a moment to formulate a good response, but before he could even open his mouth, Bobby spewed some words of… wisdom.

“(Y/N)— I’m assuming you guys are dating, right?” Warren nodded.

“Okay… (Y/N) doesn’t care about who’s doing your makeup. She’s upset over something else but is using the makeup as a cover-up. She doesn’t want to admit she’s upset over… whatever she’s upset over, but she’s upset, so little things like, you not asking her if she’d do your makeup, are going to make her like, really mad, even if it seems like they shouldn’t or ordinarily wouldn’t.

You have to get her to talk, or find out from one of her girlfriends, what’s really upsetting her.”

The other boys left their mouths gaping, blinking in shock.

“You’re like, fourteen, why’d you give such good advice?”

Bobby shrugged, “My parents fight a lot. They need a divorce, but they’ll never get one.”

“I was gonna tell you to apologize…” Scott sheepishly admitted.

“Apologize for what?”

“I— I don’t know…”

“She said she was stressed out about Halloween…” Warren confessed.

“There you go—“ Bobby exclaimed. “—She’ll be fine. Don’t even worry about the little lovers’ quarrel you guys had.”

Warren nodded, feeling a little bit better about the situation.

He still wanted to talk to (Y/N), though.

—

“Hey, Jubes!”

“Oh, hey, Jessie. I was just headed to Bio, what’s up?”

“I heard, a few freshmen girls are going as Pink Ladies for Halloween—“

“And?” Jubilee hugged her binder tight in her arms.

Jessie huffed, “We just can’t go as the same thing as some freshmen girls!”

“Why not? Halloween is in two days! We can’t just change our costumes at the last minute.”

“Jubes, we’ll look like freshmen. We can’t have that!” Jubilee opened her mouth to object, but Jessie didn’t let her.

“(Y/N), and I already agreed we should switch. We’re going to go as the plastics from Mean Girls.” Jessie’s voice had shifted to sound like Rachel McAdams. “I’m gonna be Regina, and (Y/N) will be Karen.”

“Okay, that’s fine. I can go return my jacket.”

“Yeah!” Jessie grinned. “Plus you can wear your shirt that says “On Wednesdays we wear pink! Perfect!”

Jubilee smiled, “Yeah… Well, uh, I gotta go—“ She motioned to the door.

“Right! Don’t wanna make you tardy. I’ll see you later!”

“See ya.”

Weird, Jubilee thought to herself as she took a seat in Dr. McCoy’s classroom. But not unusual for Jessie, always changing her mind… She’s so wishy-washy on things… Oh well.

—

(Y/N) was quickly trying to finish her makeup and get dressed so she could help the little kids trick or treat.

Older students could volunteer to take the younger one’s trick or treating until 9, and then if they wanted, they could go to whatever house party the locals from the public school in the area were hosting.

Luckily for the X-Men, Jubilee was extremely popular with the public schoolers, and they were invited to most house parties.

Ororo had already left, for she had just worn a unicorn onesie she borrowed from Peter.

“I think this is his sister’s, but hey! It’s comfy.”

“You look great!” (Y/N) only glanced at Ororo, for she was worried about her own look for the night.

“Thanks, I’m sure you’re going to look great too. Don’t sweat it… you have a half-hour left.”

“I’ll meet you downstairs with the others!”

“Sounds good to me.”

The others being Scott, Jean, Kurt, and Warren. Jubilee, Peter, and Jessie had decided to skip the trick-or-treat assist and go straight to partying.

Warren knocked on (Y/N)’s door, asking if she was ready.

She opened it and stepped out.

Warren glanced up and down, checking her out. She looked good. Then again, she always looked good.

(Y/N) did the same, checking her boyfriend out. Maybe I should have gone as a slutty angel to compensate… Warren looks… hot.

Tight leather pants, a sparkly fringed vest with nothing underneath— showing off his toned abs— his classic, worn-out combat boots, and his makeup. Jubilee did an excellent job with it.

Her eyes were magenta.

Warren kissed her cheek. “You look great, babe!”

“Uh… thanks… um… you— you…”

Warren chuckled, “I look stupid, don’t I?”

“No! No— you look, whatever the opposite of stupid is… Stupidly hot, maybe…” (Y/N) felt like a pile of mush.

And for what? Warren in tight pants, no shirt, and black lines on his face? That was a regular Tuesday look for him.

“Maybe?” He teased. (Y/N) avoided eye contact, her eyes a vibrant purple.

Warren intertwined one of his hands with her and kissed her cheek again. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks…”

—

The gang made their way to the party a little after 9. It was in full swing by then, with loud music vibrating the outdoors. It just got amplified as they walked in.

“I’m gonna look for Peter,” Warren told (Y/N).

“I’m gonna try to find Jubilee and Jessie, get some group photos.” They parted ways, agreeing to meet up again later.

(Y/N) got distracted along the way— she danced to the Monster Mash with Jean and Kurt, helped with any trick or treaters that came to the door, (despite it not being her house), and she took a few photos with a group of freshmen also dressed up as pink ladies.

“Where are they?”

She spotted Jubilee’s big mop of black curls and quickly made her way over.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Jubilee and (Y/N) stared at each other, both extremely puzzled.

“Um…”

“Uh…”

“I thought we were going as pink ladies?”

“I thought we switched to The Plastics.”

“What?” (Y/N) asked.

Jubilee took a sip from her cup, “Jessie told me you guys agreed on us switching to the plastics cause a bunch of freshmen were going as pink ladies.”

“She never said anything to me bout going as the plastics. I haven’t seen her in like, two days.”

“What?” Jubilee was beyond confused.

“Yeah, I thought we were still all going as pink ladies. I even saw the freshmen you’re talking about, and they took photos with me!”

“That’s nice…”

“Why didn’t you clear this up with me, Jubes?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes slowly turning grey.

“I thought Jessie did. I was busy trying to scope out a good place to crash and party at.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms, “Where is Jessie, anyway?”

“I think she’s in the kitchen.”

—

Warren was trying to have fun at the party. He didn’t drink as he did in Germany, so everything just seemed less exciting… but with his friends, they never failed to disappoint.

He wanted to find Peter so they could get group pictures before a group of girls swarmed Kurt, fawning over his accent, soft blue fur, and gymnast body. Before Scott gave a little pep talk on safety to whichever friends would listen and then run off to make out with Jean in the nearest bathroom. And then he wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.

He found Kurt, no problem— but finding their Brian and John was proving much more difficult.

“Maybe Peter shouldn’t have worn a wig. We usually spot him due to his grey hair.”

“Then it wouldn’t go with the costume,” Kurt pointed out. “And the whole group would look out of place.”

“I guess so…” Warren spotted Scott as they walked into the kitchen. He was talking to the new kid— Bobby— with Jean next to him. “Let’s get Scott.”

Kurt waved at the group, and they motioned him over.

“Hey, guys! This is Bobby,” Jean introduced.

“We already met,” Warren explained. “Have you seen Peter?”

Jean shook her head.

“I think I saw him—“ Bobby spoke up while filling up a cup from the “monster mix” punch bowl. “He had on a big curly brown wig…?”

Kurt nodded, “Ja, that’s him!”

Bobby handed Kurt and Warren cups. Warren sighed quietly to himself. He didn’t want a drink of some mystery liquid. He knew there was probably alcohol— Bobby probably didn’t, though— the kid was a freshman. Warren didn’t have time to refuse it though, for Bobby told Kurt where he last saw Peter, and then— bamf!

Kurt teleported him and Warren to that same place. The backyard.

Warren felt a little nauseated— he hadn’t eaten anything all night except for a few pieces of candy, and the smell of sulfur was disgusting.

Peter ran up to them and quickly noticed Warren’s turmoil.

“Oh, dude! Here— drink up—“ He quickly put Warren’s cup in his mouth and almost forced him to drink up the “monster mix.”

“Peter—“ Kurt scolded. “That’s not water!”

Peter’s face paled. “Oh shit. Shit! Dude, I’m sorry— I thought— cause you don’t drink—“

“Bobby gave it to me… He doesn’t know any better. I can handle myself. It’s one drink.”

Peter almost scoffed at the mention of Bobby. “Who invited him?”

“Probably, Scott.”

“Why?”

“I dunno… Make him feel included, I guess…”

“You good?” Kurt asked Warren.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Let’s get Scott… Come on…”

They decided to walk back to the kitchen, like ordinary people.

Bobby was gone, but Scott was still there, along with Jean, and Ororo was there too this time.

“Did Bobby give you the monster mix?” Peter asked.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, dude— I had like three cups of it, and I feel a little tipsy— I think— but dude! I’m so sorry—“

“Peter, it’s fine. It just burned a little going down. It was only one drink— I’ll be fine. Stop worrying.”

“Okay…”

“Hey! You found him.” Jean smiled. “Photo time!”

Everyone smiled and got into various poses and huddled little groups to take many silly pictures— many of them not even ending up on the group’s Instagrams— but still fun nonetheless. Jean telekinetically held up her phone so that everyone could be included in the pictures.

Warren could feel himself getting a little tipsy as they kept taking photos, but he ignored it.

“Oh my god! Warren!” It was Jessie. Not in a pink ladies costume.

Weird…

“(Y/N)’s been looking for you— come on, I’ll take you to her.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

He squinted his eyes, puzzled as to what was going on.

They were walking upstairs.

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs.”

It was dark.

Warren couldn’t see the figure in front of him too well anymore.

The highly spiked drink he had was starting to get to him.

The voice sounded like (Y/N)’s.

“You— You sounded like, (Y/N).”

She giggled lightly, “I am (Y/N), silly.”

“Oh.”

She led him upstairs into an empty room. The lights were off. He still couldn’t see her very well.

“Angel, baby,” She cooed. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He went to go and turn on a light, but she stopped him.

“Leave them off… I wanna have fun tonight…”

“Oh?” Is she talking about earlier, before we left the mansion? Has she been drinking? I would like to do stuff but—

“Mmhmm…” She kissed his neck and kept kissing him, leading up to his lips. He kissed her back, hands on her until they got near her neck— he wanted to tug on her hair a little, but upon touching it, he realized something was wrong.

He didn’t have time to figure it out, though, for someone opened the door.

Warren and the other person turned to see who it was.

It was Jubilee and (Y/N).

—

“Have you seen Jessie?” (Y/N) asked.

Her friends in the kitchen eyed her and Jubilee up, confused— weren’t they supposed to go as the same thing for Halloween?

“Um, she was just here. She said you were looking for Warren, and then they went upstairs.”

Jubilee glanced at (Y/N) nervously. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) and Jubilee headed upstairs to find the two.

Once they got to the top of the stairs, they walked around, trying to open every door they could to no prevail.

“Wait— Shh!” Jubilee whispered. She motioned to a door they hadn’t opened yet.

(Y/N) didn’t waste any time opening the door.

She wished she did, though.

Because she saw them.

Warren and Jessie, so close together. It looked like they had been kissing moments ago.

When Warren’s eyes met (Y/N)’s, she felt sick to her stomach. He looked lost, confused even.

He looked almost terrified.

—

Warren looked over at the girl who he thought was (Y/N). The light from the open door revealed it was Jessie.

Warren started internally panicking. He kissed Jessie thinking it was (Y/N)!

She can change her voice to sound like whoever she wants! How could I think— So stupid of me!

He looked over at (Y/N), trying to form words to say. Her eyes— they’d turned completely black. He couldn’t tell her iris and pupil apart. They’d never been pitch black before.

“(Y/N)! Jubilee! Thank goodness! I was looking for you guys—“

“No, you weren’t… What’s going on?”

“Warren’s drunk he thought I was you and he tried to come onto me—“

“No, I didn’t!” (Y/N) glared at Warren meticulously, making him shut up.

“He kissed me! Can you believe it?! He couldn’t tell his own girlfriend apart from me, and he was forceful!” Jessie stepped away from him in “fear.”

“You’re lying— I would never—“

(Y/N) wasn’t even paying attention anymore. Everyone could see that.

“I’m going home.”

“What? (Y/N)—“

She glared at Jessie, “Fuck off. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. And you—“ She looked at Warren. She felt her heart breaking, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She didn’t know what to think, and she was so tired. “We’ll talk about this later. I’m leaving.”

“(Y/N)—“

—

She took a ride home with the freshmen girls. They didn’t ask why she needed one or why her eyes were all black.

(Y/N) wasn’t in the mood to answer them anyway.

How could he do this? It doesn’t feel right! But Jessie— Jessie wouldn’t lie to me. Would she?

She was snapped out of her thought when one of the girls gasped.

“Look! Look at all the plants! They’re all dead! Even the carved pumpkins are rotting.”

“Yeah, Lily, that’s what plants do—“

“No, look!” Everyone looked through the car window, shocked by what they saw.

(Y/N) took one look at the dead plants and started shaking. She didn’t have the strength to bring them back to good health.

It worried her, but her mind kept focusing on Warren…

—

Jubilee dragged her friends outside to the front yard. She had Jean use her powers to keep them from running off anywhere.

A few people were watching, but she couldn’t have cared less.

“Okay! What the hell happened? And none of the bullshit you told (Y/N) earlier! I know you took Warren upstairs, Jess. I know you didn’t tell (Y/N) we changed our group costume at the last minute, and I usually don’t say this kind of stuff, and I've held it back for (Y/N)’s sake, especially since she felt bad for you! And asked if you could do a group costume with us.” Jubilee was practically fuming, sparks almost igniting in her hands.

“You’re kind of a bitch.”

“Jubilee! Warren tried to fuck me! He was drunk and not acting right, and he started kissing me and stuff!”

“Warren doesn’t drink!”

Kurt glanced at Peter and Scott before speaking up, “Warren had one drink…”

“Okay? That’s not going to get him shitfaced enough to fuck you!” Jubilee stared at Warren, trying to see if he’d finally speak.

“I was a little tipsy, and Jessie said you and (Y/N) were upstairs. It got dark, and I thought I heard (Y/N) talking to me, but I think it was just Jess. She started kissing me, and it took me a minute, but I realized it wasn’t (Y/N). Then you guys came in.”

Everyone was in shock about Warren’s side of the story.

“Isn’t it illegal to lie about this kind of stuff… and to kiss someone without consent?” Kurt whispered to Scott.

“Probably.”

“He’s lying!” Jessie exclaimed.

“Jean, read my mind. Read Jessie’s. I’m not lying!”

“He’s a monster! Why should you believe him?!” Jessie spat.

Warren was disgusted by her words. “You tried to fuck me!”

“And with all your weird questions and comments about their sex life, I’m not surprised you kissed Warren,” Jubilee stated angrily.

“He kissed me back!”

“He thought you were someone else!”

“Guys! Shut up!” Jean told them. “I’m trying to focus!”

She dove into Warren’s mind to see the events play out before her. She did the same when in Jessie’s mind.

“Warren was telling the truth.”

—

As (Y/N) walked into her room, every plant in there withered and died.

Typically, she’d fall to the ground and sob for accidentally killing what she practically considered her children, but she felt too numb. She kicked off her shoes and flopped onto her bed. The vines around her bed didn’t even move out of her way. They were lifeless and still, just like her.

(Y/N) was restless trying to sleep. She only slept for about fifteen minutes, and when she awoke, she was covered in ivy… poison ivy.

Most of the time, when she was restless, she’d grow a watermelon or a pumpkin in her sleep, but this was new. She didn’t want to spread it to Ororo or let her see that she killed all the plants in the room.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a note for Ororo, telling her what happened and for her to not come in until the ivy went away, and it was safe.

She quickly tapped the note to the door and locked herself inside.

The rest of the gang quickly headed home. They didn’t notice all the decaying plants outside.

Scott parked in the garage.

“Hey, Kurt…”

“Ja, Ororo?”

“I need to check on some of the plants in the attic. I didn’t have enough time to water them all before we went out. Can you take me up there?”

Kurt nodded, “Yeah, of course.”

They were gone in the blink of an eye.

Everyone else was lingering around, deciding on what to do.

“I’m going to go talk to (Y/N)—“

A blood piercing scream interrupted Warren’s words.

“Oh my god! Is that Ororo?”

“I think so!”

Jean used her telepathic powers to see what was wrong.

“All the plants… they’re dead!”

“Jean, check the fridge. See if the fruits and vegetables are alright,” Xavier instructed.

She opened the fridge, and to her horror, the produce rotted.

“But— I went with Sean and Raven to the grocery store two days ago! It shouldn’t have all gone bad.” Peter was puzzled.

“Do you think it was (Y/N)?” Jubilee asked.

“I’m gonna go talk to her.” Warren head off to her dorm room.

He felt so guilty and heartbroken. Even though it technically wasn’t his fault, he felt pathetic for not being able to tell his girlfriend apart from a stranger in the dark.

He kissed Jessie! Nothing was going to undo that.

Warren stopped at (Y/N)’s door, about to knock, but he was distracted by the note on it. He removed it off the door and read it.

“I’m not feeling great right now, and I accidentally grew some poison ivy when I took a nap. I’m trying to get it to go away, but for now, people shouldn’t come in. I don’t want it to spread around. Also, I killed all the plants in our room. They’re going to be fine, but for now, I can’t help them.”

Warren knocked on the door, holding the note in his hand. “(Y/N)?”

“You can’t come in here.”

“Can you open the door?” He pleaded.

“No, you can’t get close to me. The ivy came from me. I don’t want it to spread.”

“I won’t come in.”

“Warren,” She cried. “Can’t you just wait?!”

“I want— I need you to know what actually happened.”

It was silent from (Y/N)’s side of the door.

“(Y/N)?...”

She didn’t respond, but Warren heard her unlocking and opening the door. He took a few steps back to respect her boundaries and commands.

He took in her appearance. She switched from her pink ladies outfit to some pajamas. She didn’t wash her makeup off makeup, so it smeared all over her face.

Her hair was messy and her eyes… her eyes were pitch black.

“I went to go look for Peter. I looked in the kitchen and didn’t see him. The new kid— Bobby— he gave me a drink, and I didn’t know how to explain I didn’t want it. Kurt teleported me to the back porch when we got word Peter was outside. I hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, so I felt a little sick. Peter came over to us and noticed I looked bad and had me force down whatever was in my cup. He assumed it was water or something else non-alcoholic, cause I don’t drink.”

“I was like, ‘this is fine. It’s one drink of vodka, cranberry sprite, some hooch, and like whatever else was in the monster mix.’ Then we took photos in our Queen costumes and goofed around for an hour. I was getting a little tipsy, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Jessie came in, saying you were looking for me. And she just dragged me upstairs. It was extremely dark, and my brain was getting a little fuzzy, and Jessie shifted her voice to sound like yours… She led me into a dark room and said she wanted to like, hook up, or do stuff. I tried to explain to her I’d been drinking, but she started kissing me before I could.”

(Y/N) stood on the other side of the door, listening inventively to Warren.

“I kissed her back. Then I realized it wasn’t you— it didn’t feel right— and then you walked in.”

(Y/N) sighed. She was sure he was telling the truth. Their friends wouldn’t let him come up and see her otherwise.

“I am so sorry…”

“Yeah, um… Jessie’s kind of… kind of mean. But like— I just— I got so upset because of a lot of different things. Um, Jessie had been asking and saying stuff about our relationship— saying like, we should have sex after the party, I should hoe it up more, or trying to get me to accuse you of not trusting me cause you didn’t ask me to do your makeup… and I just thought she was being weird or whatever, cause like, those were the vibes she’d given me almost all the time. I never thought she simply wouldn’t like me. Especially since I asked if she wanted to do a group costume with Jubilee and me… and I just—“ (Y/N) scrunched her nose. “I don’t let stuff like that get to me, but… but I’m so inexperienced, and you’re not. I don’t really care if people talk about whatever they do behind closed doors. I don’t care about that… I just don’t want people interpreting that I’m like the Virgin Mary, or there’s a problem in our relationship, cause there’s not. There’s not!”

(Y/N) started crying. She was crying and shivering, and poison ivy started growing and wrapping itself around her body.

“I’m not mad at you. I just…” She sighed.

“...Am I not enough?”

“What?” Warren was confused.

“Would you leave me for her? Or anyone else?”

“No. Never— I should have done more, I shouldn’t have followed her or let myself believe it was you— I’m so fucking stupid.”

Her voice was stern. “No. You’re not stupid. I just… I just need some time to think and be alone right now.”

“Whatever you want,” Warren nodded timidly. “I’ll tell Ororo she needs to sleep with Jean and Jubilee for the night… Although I doubt she’ll leave the attic.”

“What happened in the attic?”

“All the plants in the attic died… She’s extremely torn up about it… (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) zoned out a little, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest, she was sweating, quivering, and all she could focus on was how she killed everything. Everything she loved and touched, she destroyed it. She couldn’t control herself, and she was hurting the world around her. She heard Warren yelling her name, but she couldn’t find herself to respond. Her breath was quick and eradicating.

Warren was trying his best to respect her wishes by not coming to close, but he had to help her.

“(Y/N)— (Y/N), baby, look at me, look at me,” Warren stepped closer to her. “Sit down, sit down, okay?” He helped her sit down on the ground. She leaned against the right side of the doorframe.

“Um, I need you to— I need you to focus on my voice. Focus on me, okay?”

“I just— my entire life—“ She broke into a sob.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay. The plants are going to be okay. We’re going to get through this. I need you to breathe. Focus on my breathing, okay?”

“I can’t!” The ivy from her body was overgrowing rapidly, clinging onto Warren.

“Yes, you can. Just focus, you’re going to be okay.” He put one of his hands on her arm to stop her from shaking. Her muscles tensed at first, but they slowly relaxed under his touch.

“You’re doing good, just breathe in slowly, okay? Copy me—“ Warren slowly inhaled air. (Y/N) tried to copy him, but it didn’t help her out. The ivy kept growing around the two of them, getting tight as it tangled between them.

Warren had to move closer to (Y/N), to try and make more space. He wrapped his arms around her body. The out of control vines caused his grip to tighten on her.

The feelings of his arms pressing against her helped (Y/N) focus in on something.

“(Y/N)? Hey, it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Close your eyes and just focus on my voice, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“I…” (Y/N) felt dizzy and nauseous like it was just piling up inside her.

Warren coaxed her into slowing her breathing down, but her heart was pounding. Every breath she took felt shaky.

Yet, the ivy slowed down, wrapping itself around Warren and (Y/N) like old stone walls.

She was slightly shaking still, but her mind wasn’t getting as overwhelmed anymore.

“Hey, hey… Sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay… the ivy stopped. It’s okay.”

“It— it did?”

Warren nodded, “Uh, huh. Everything’s going to be alright.” (Y/N) slowly stopped shaking and buried herself into Warren’s chest.

“Do you want to get some water or maybe take a shower?”

“Um, yeah, but I can’t— I can’t get rid of the poison ivy… Like I can’t—“

“That’s okay. We can just leave it.”

“Oh, okay…”

“Let’s go shower in my room, okay?”

She nodded.

“Can you walk, okay?” He asked her.

“Um, I think— I don’t know— I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, no, no. It’s okay. I can carry you.”

Warren carefully scooped her up in his arms. He looked at her once over before heading to his room.

He set her down on the edge of his bed. “Do you want me to help you get undressed?”

“I can do it.” She answered in a small voice.

Warren nodded, “Okay, I’m gonna get undressed too.”

Warren didn’t face her as he stripped off what little clothing he had on and threw it in a small pile.

“Is it okay if I take my underwear off?” (Y/N) nervously asked.

“Yeah, we’re going to shower. It’s okay.”

(Y/N) left her clothes on Warren’s bed. She slowly got up, and Warren quickly rushed to her aide. She used him for support as they walked into his bathroom.

He turned the shower on and let it heat up for a minute before stepping in.

(Y/N) leaned against Warren’s chest as the water rained on them both.

“Is the water warm enough? Is it too hot?”

“It’s fine,” She mumbled.

Warren nodded, understanding she didn’t really want to talk.

He grabbed his shampoo from the edge of the tub and poured some into his hands. Warren rubbed his hands together before massaging the shampoo into (Y/N)’s hair. It was hard to rake through, her hair was thick and tangled, but he tried his best.

He applied a little conditioner to her ends. (Y/N) hummed against his chest.

He chuckled to himself, “You asleep?”

“Mhmm…” She half-heartedly replied.

“Wanna go to bed?” He asked. (Y/N) nodded, and Warren felt it against his chest.

He washed the conditioner out of her hair and turned the water off.

He grabbed a towel and helped (Y/N) dry off. When he finished, (Y/N) sat on the edge of the tub and watched Warren dry off.

His eyes caught (Y/N)’s in the mirror. She looked better than before, a bit more relaxed, but still nervous.

“I’m really sorry for what happened at the party…”

“I’m sorry about… you know…”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, um, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. And, and I’m here for you— always. If you want to talk about it, or not.”

“Same goes for you.”

Warren nodded, “Yeah, yeah, um, let me get us some clothes.” Warren stepped out of the bathroom for a moment.

He gave (Y/N) one of his much larger sweatshirts without holes in the back and a pair of boxers. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, um, these are fine. Thanks.”

Warren nodded and stepped out of the bathroom again, so (Y/N) could get dressed in private.

Warren was planning to sleep on the floor for (Y/N)’s sake, as not to make her uncomfortable, but she objected to it.

“I… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m right here,” Warren was quick to wrap (Y/N) up in his arms, having them both get under the blankets on his bed. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re safe…”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at him. Her eyes weren’t entirely black anymore, but they were very gray. He could have sworn they were pink for a moment, but they were just grey.

“I promise.”

(Y/N) was reassured by his words and snuggled into Warren’s chest. His wings wrapped around them, almost like a cocoon.

“Can… Can you kiss me, please?” (Y/N) asked. “Just like, my forehead or something…”

“Of course.” Warren laid a small kiss on the top of her head before whispering, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

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