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lancermylove · 6 months

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Gifts (HC)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: All x gn!Reader, minus Ortho.

Warning: None.

Prompt: His white day gift to you.

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Malleus

Malleus gifts you a bouquet of red crystal roses. Each flower is gracefully carved from red crystals, and the base stem and leaves are gilded in 24-karat gold.

His gift is meant to symbolize eternal love. He even takes it a step further by saying, "My love for you shall remain until the roses wither."

Lilia

If you are of age, he will gift you a bottle of aged wine.

If not, he will give you a bottle of juice as a joke just to see your reaction. Then, laugh and hand you a luxurious box of heart-shaped chocolates.

Silver

Silver hands you a white velvet box containing a necklace. The necklace has a pure silver base with a white iridescent opal pendant surrounded by diamonds.

Unknown to you, the necklace is actually a gift passed down to the woman in his family as a symbol of being part of his family. Congratulations, he indirectly proposed to you, and you accepted. Lilia is looking forward to the wedding.

Sebek

Gifts you an oversized white teddy bear with a red plaid ribbon around its neck. The teddy bear has a red heart on the left side of its chest.

He practically shoves it in your hands and looks away, not knowing what to say. He hopes that when you miss him, you will hug the teddy bear.

Riddle

Riddle goes through a list of gifts, not knowing which one to give you. He thinks jewelry, then switches to chocolates, but then feels too much sugar is not good.

So, he sticks with a traditional gift: a bouquet of white roses with red trim neatly held together by silver ribbons.

Ace

He goes all out for the gift and makes you a custom deck of playing cards, which are actually 52 reasons why he likes you. Each card has something he likes about you, from your appearance to your personality to the cute things you do that make him smile.

The gift is thoughtful, but part of you wonders why he chose to go all out. Did he do something? Something is definitely fishy.

Deuce

He gives you a white envelope with a lopsided heart drawn on the flap on the back. Inside the envelope is a heartfelt hand-written letter expressing his feelings. There are many scribbles, and apologies for the scribbles between the words, but you can tell each word holds meaning.

Along with the letter is a white ribbon that he wraps around your wrist and ties into an uneven bow.

Trey

He bakes you a cake with ingredients that he grew and harvested himself. And for the ones he bought, he made sure to purchase the finest ingredients.

The cake is layered with fluffy sponges, moistened with vanilla bean syrup, filled with a rich mascarpone and white chocolate blend, and enveloped in a silky white chocolate ganache. On top of the cake are rare white strawberries, highlighted with edible gold leaf and crushed pearls.

Cater

The first thing Cater does is check the internet for the most trending gifts for White Day. He narrows it down to a few gifts and eventually buys matching phone cases for the two of you.

The cases are white with pink, clear, and red crystals. He warns you to be careful with the case in the sunlight. Cater accidentally temporarily blinded Ace and Deuce by holding the case in the sunlight facing them. The shimmer of the crystals was too intense for the troublemaker duo.

Leona

Literally walks into a designer store and chooses the first thing that catches his eye. One can never go wrong with a scarf, right?

The white piped trim bandeau scarf is made of pure silk and has the designer's name monogrammed at the base of one of the ends.

Ruggie

Ruggie learns some recipes from his grandmother and cooks a meal for you. He tries to get the best ingredients he can, with the help of the garden club, so he can give you a decent quality meal.

The recipes are not fancy, nor is the plating, but he put a lot of effort into making it, so he hopes you like it.

Jack

He struggles to find a gift for you, and his siblings give him a few ideas, but none of them sit with him.

Jack gifts you a cactus terrarium with rare, colorful cacti arranged in a heart shape. But in case you don't like the gift, he also hands you a small box with a silver charm bracelet.

Vil

Vil contemplates gifting you apparel or something fashion-related. However, he thinks clothes and accessories wouldn't convey his message properly.

So, he settles for a hand-held mirror. The mirror is made of 24-karat gold with diamonds surrounding the edges. An intricate rose is carved on the back of the mirror, with the stem and leaves curving around the base.

He wants you to know that no gold or diamonds can match your beauty.

Rook

Rook sets up a scavenger hunt for you with some of the most beautiful locations on the campus, where he hides the next clue. The end of the scavenger hunt leads to a picturesque picnic spot in the middle of the woods near a waterfall.

He recites a romantic poem for you, half in English, half in French. Then, the two of you enjoy snacks and talk for a while. Rook hands you a bouquet of white roses with one red rose in the center. The white roses represent your beautiful soul, and the red rose is your priceless heart.

Epel

Epel learns how to knit and crochet from his grandmother so that he can make you a handmade gift for White Day. He can't pick a design, so his grandmother tells him to just follow his heart and not overthink.

He knits you a scarf, using your favorite color as a base. Inside the curves of the scarf, which will be hidden around your neck, are the words "I love you." Epel hides those words on the inside of the scarf because they are meant for you, not the world.

Azul

Azul wants to give you a physical gift but thinks that everyone gives physical gifts, so it's better to do something different.

In the end, he takes you to one of the finest restaurants under the sea, literally. You dine with sea creatures, trying out their unique and exclusive dishes.

Jade

At first, he is tempted to give you a mushroom terrarium but gives into his better judgment and gives you something you might like.

Jade presents you with a beautiful floral arrangement. The bouquet is thoughtfully arranged, and each flower symbolizes his feelings and love for you. Roses show his passion for you. Gerbera daisies represent the playful side you bring out in him and the joy you make him feel when he is with you. Alstroemerias show his care and support for you—know he will be there for you when you need him to. Lastly, Gladiolus represents his eternal love for you and his faithfulness towards you.

Floyd

He doesn't know what to get you, and his mood changes every time he decides on the 'right' gift. In the end, he gets frustrated and decides to just spend time with you in a fun place.

Floyd takes you to an amusement park. The two of you have fun, and he gets to spend the entire day with you.

Idia

His initial idea is something video game-related, but Ortho advises against it. He gives Idia a lecture about finding a meaningful gift.

So, Idia builds and programs a cell phone for you that has some of the most advanced features known to men. The phone makes your life easier - almost to the point that you think it, and the phone has it. With that phone, you might as well change your name to 007.

Kalim

When you arrive in your room, you freeze. Your entire room is filled with gift boxes, and Kalim is sitting in the center, grinning.

He didn't know what to get you and ended up getting you everything on the list, from chocolates to jewelry to teddy bears to clothes to handbags to you name it. It will take you about a day or two to open all the gifts. Good luck finding space for everything in your room and closet!

Jamil

Jamil knows from the start that he wants to give you something meaningful. The entire day is supposed to be special, so he doesn't want to give you a present and call it a day.

In the morning, he brings you breakfast that he cooked. Then, gives you a bouquet of flowers. In the afternoon, he hands you a neatly wrapped gift box with a white ribbon tied around it. Inside is traditional wear from Scalding Sands, but the patterns on the apparel are exclusive to his family. Another one indirectly proposes to you. Congrats!

In the evening, he has a candlelight dinner with countless dishes that he prepared himself.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 7 months

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please do something with peter parker for vday. I miss you writing for him

I started writing this one last year for Valentine's Day...forgive me for the long wait

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‘’No, you don’t understand, Ned. It needs to be perfect,’’ Peter explained, turning to his best friend for help.

‘’My longest and only relationship lasted about sixty hours, so I’m not really the one to come to for Valentine’s Day gift ideas.’’

‘’Uncle Ben always gave May flowers and chocolate.’’ And Peter always tried to steal chocolate from the box. ‘’But Y/N is Mr. Stark’s daughter, I can’t just buy her flowers and chocolate. She’ll think I’m poor.’’

‘’Didn’t you tell me this morning that you only have five dollars in your pockets?’’ Ned recalled, taking one of the homemade cookies his lola had put into his lunch bag and taking a bite. There was one for Peter too, but he was too busy worrying and panicking.

Peter groaned and hid his face in his crossed arms, frustrated and desperate. Being broke was a second problem to his Valentine’s Day plan. ‘’What am I gonna do? Valentine’s Day is in two days. I can’t not get her anything.’’

‘’If you go back to the roots of Valentine’s Day, it’s about celebrating love. You don’t have to spend money to show someone you love them.’’ Peter opened his mouth, but Ned spoke first. ‘’Even if she’s a Stark and bathes in money,’’ he added. ‘’She didn’t fall in love with you because of your economic status, she fell in love because of who you are.’’

On the big day, Peter set everything up in his living room. May was on a date with Happy, so he had the apartment to himself — until 10pm. He didn’t have a projector, so he made one with a shoebox and a magnifying glass, and hung a sheet to one of the walls to turn into a screen. He made cheese pastas and brought over the single chocolate cupcake he was able to afford.

He was nervous, constantly checking his phone waiting for your ‘I’m here’ text. When he finally got it, Peter rushed to the door, smoothing his button up and fixing his hair before opening. If he was this nervous for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t want to imagine the nervous wreck he would be at his wedding.

Not that he was planning on getting married anytime soon.

‘’Happy Valentine’s Day,’’ you said with a smile on your glossy lips.

Peter said the words back and let you in, gulping when his eyes fell on the small gift bag you were holding. You set it down on the table to take off your coat and boots, revealing a pink sweater and a sparkly necklace that cost probably more than anything in May's apartment.

You followed Peter to the living room, excitement bubbling in your stomach when seeing the frozen image of your favorite rom-com projected on the wall. ‘’You made this?’’

Peter gave you a small nod. Projectors were easy to make. He learned how in a science book for kids when he was nine. May was so impressed when he showed her his ‘magic box’.

‘’It’s not much, but—’’ he started to say, but you shut him up with a kiss.

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, guessing his train of thoughts. ‘’This is the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.’’

You never had another valentine before him — beside the little boys in middle school who sent you cards and heart lollipops —, but Peter’s gift came from the heart. It was thoughtful and personal, therefore meant a lot to you.

After eating the pastas, you handed Peter the gift bag. He was nervous just from holding it.

He slowly pulled out the festive tissue papers and groaned when seeing a red and blue plush toy. ‘’Spiderman? Really?’’ Peter made an annoyed face. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful, but he was getting tired of the jokes with the Spiderman merch he had no control over.

‘’Press his chest,’’ you instructed, ignoring his complaints.

Peter gave you a confused look, but listened. ‘’I love you, my Spidey,’’ the toy said.

You watched his expressions shift from confusion to surprise, Peter’s eyes widening when he recognized the sound of your voice. A genuine smile spread across his face, the small plush taking a whole other meaning. ‘’That's your voice,’’ he whispered, still holding the talking Spiderman plush.

You nodded, the sparks in Peter’s eyes telling you that no expensive gift could have matched this one. He was truly touched. ‘’I know you don’t like when I get you expensive things, so I didn’t get you a new watch,’’ you explained, thinking back at the Cartier watch you hesitated on last week. He would have hated it.

Turning toward you, Peter enveloped you in a hug to properly thank you.

Your arms wrapped around him in return. ‘’Even when I’m not with you, you’ll always have something to remind you that I love you.’’

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cloudcountry · 4 days

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SUMMARY: married life with eiland

COMMENTS: i've been thinking so hard about marrying this man i have two lawn chairs next to my mail box and a desk for him and a chest full of sweets for when we get married im planning ahead ahead i need him so bad

reader is compared to lady luck but they're not fem aligned.

It’s not uncommon for you to wake up in the morning to see Eiland curled up in bed, his reading glasses askew and a book opened over his face. You always remove the book gently, marking his page with a bookmark you keep handy on your nightstand and he thanks you profusely for it later. It’s not even that he stays up outrageously late, you just so happen to have a husband who is so dedicated to his research he can hardly put it down!

Although he would love nothing more than to have chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream and a hearty amount of syrup for breakfast, he is unfortunately bound by the knowledge that food like that has little nutrients and will not keep his precious spouse up and running throughout the day. Soft hands cut up fruits into hearts and stars, depositing them into one of your bowls with a proud smile as seasonal fruit pancakes sizzle on your stove. He takes pride in taking care of your needs. That is, after all, what a husband does! (Ignore the copious amount of times he messed up a dish...he's trying his best.)

Whenever he comes home after a meeting with his sister, he makes sure to ask your opinion on things. If it's something the two of you don’t agree on (much to his chagrin...yes, he pouts about it later) he will still report your honest opinion to Adeline. His sister can tell immediately if you agreed or disagreed with him based on his facial expression alone.

Eiland has a tendency to say things that can be taken in a flirtatious way, but are usually innocent. He still has not learned to watch his words with you even after years of marriage, calling you over to Louis’s stall to look at the beautiful wedding outfits and yapping about how lovely you would look in them. Oh Eiland, he has no idea what he’s implying!

Due to his hobbies, he is more of a help on the farm than some may think! You’re certainly going to have to walk him through ranching if he decides he wants to feed the animals, but he’ll pick up on how to plant seeds a lot faster. He’s quick work with a shovel and can figure out a hoe in no time flat! (He thinks you’re so cool and just wants to help out his lovely spouse, please let him.)

Without a doubt, you will get wrapped up in his Dungeons and Drama campaigns. He’ll be delighted if you make food based on the campaign and will brag for weeks about it. Be prepared to be referred to as the lovebirds when you come to the Inn on Friday’s! That’s simply how Mistria works I’m afraid.

Elsie is going to have the time of her life when the two of you get married. She’ll be on cloud nine, orbiting the two of you with well wishes and the most random gifts she insists you two need for your new life. It’s very sweet of her, even if you’re not entirely sure what you’d use a fondue pot for other than satisfying your husband’s raging appetite.

Daily trips to the Western Ruins and The Narrows are a must. Eiland likes to check in on the Museum, having been contributing to its upkeep for a long time now. If you find him starting a special set of armor tucked away in the back of the main area, don’t mind him. He’s just reminiscing on old times with you.

Eiland takes very good care of his skin and hair, and if you let him he’ll pamper you every morning and night. He tends to lose his sense of personal space when he does this though...his face will be very close to you. If you lean in to steal a kiss, he’ll jump and laugh, cheeks growing warm as you smile at him.

When he spaces out, he’ll reach out for your hand and start fiddling with your wedding ring. You’d think he’d fiddle with his own, but he likes feeling your knuckles under the pads of his fingers. Eiland will slowly come back down to Mistria at some point, his eyes focusing on his fingers against your skin and your soft smile shining upon him like Lady Luck herself. Truly, he got so lucky.

#auburn's fics <3 #auburn in mistria <3 #fom eiland #fom eiland x reader #fields of mistria #fields of mistria x reader #fields of mistria eiland #fields of mistria eiland x reader #eiland x reader #gn reader

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silantryoo · 10 months

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BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — it all falls down

jang wonyoung and kim jiwon's dorm. 3:47 pm.

WARNINGS; blood, graphic depictions of physical violence, slut shaming, threats, trust issues, implied mental breakdown, effects of gaslighting, victim blaming (towards self) (4.8k)

from an early age, naoi rei knew that love wasn't for her.

she saw the decorative hearts scattered all over her elementary school as her peers fawned over their crushes. the chocolates that hid behind heart-shaped boxes taunted the young naoi as she listened to her friends' relationship woes.

everywhere she turned, love seemed to consume all those who stood in its vicinity. her parents would mindlessly hum their wedding song under their breath. her music teacher's desk littered with all her students' drawings, except for a portrait of her husband.

love consumed everyone's time. everyone's effort.

it didn't consume rei, not directly.

rei knew her parents loved her. they would go out of their way to go to her recitals and take her shopping when she needed new clothes. they even funded all of rei's (very expensive) expenses when it came to art.

they were perfect on paper, and if rei was any other person, it would've been enough.

on her fifth birthday, they had spent one out of the twenty-four hours of the day with her. the one hour consisted of eating together, and a small, thirty-minute gift session where rei had opened about ten gifts or so.

later, they would leave to stay at a hotel on their one day off. they would drop the five-year-old at her grandma's flower shop, named after rei's mother.

on christmas when she was seven years old, rei woke up in a quiet house. the silence was deafening, and all the young naoi could remember that day was the pile of presents she opened by herself.

the seven-year-old would find out later that her parents had left her home to grab a christmas breakfast.

the day she had left to go to korea, rei had been asked one question during the entire car ride before her parents had rushed off. she then boarded the plane, first class, watching as her two check-in luggages were being brought onto the airplane.

she'd never tell them, but she wanted them to miss their reservation, just this once. just so they could hug her goodbye.

somehow, rei had become a side character in her own life, watching as everyone paid no attention to her. she knew that if she were to get erased from her own family, they wouldn't even notice. it hurt her that they wouldn't have cared.

(rei's family hadn't checked up on her since she landed.)

rei was bitter when it came to love.

she hated how she couldn't appreciate her parents' efforts because of it, and how she always questioned if she was alive out of coincidence and not want.

still, rei couldn't help but become fascinated with it.

she wondered why so many people would throw logic aside for someone who had the power to break them. she couldn't comprehend how love was able to blindside so many people.

love was an emotion. one that made her fade away.

her mind was made as soon as she stepped onto korean soil. she wouldn't bother with anything that came with the emotion, not even if her neighbor was clearly in love with one of her friends.

they weren't her friends anyway. why should she care?

"you're the girl my mom was talking about. the one that lives in the apartment across from us." rei could remember seeing the tall girl glare from behind her neighbor, almost trying to shoo her away. "i'm not sure if you saw me around before. i just staying here for the summer."

her hair was so long back then.

"my name's kim gaeul."

"i'm naoi rei."

rei had friends before.

they were all boy-crazy, hiding makeup in their drawers instead of pencils to impress their crush of the month. like her parents, they had never asked about her interests or hobbies, but rei knew almost everything about them. she could read them like the back of her hand.

she knew it was gonna be the same.

(it wasn't.)

"you like hawaiian pizza, right?" jang wonyoung, whom gaeul had introduced a month ago (alongside ahn yujin), scrolled through her phone as the other two were off somewhere in the kim residence. "i ordered some, but just so you know, yujin-unnie's gonna make fun of you."

rei had mentioned it once, offhandedly a week or two ago. she didn't know how wonyoung cared enough to remember. yujin, on the other hand, would've been too busy with gaeul to care. sometimes, rei wondered if yujin even noticed her presence.

it wouldn't have been the first time someone had forgotten about her.

"what the hell?" yujin said as she dug through the boxes. the aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted the entire house. "rei ordered these, didn't she?"

"leave her alone, yujin."

yujin laughed at the younger girl with an arm wrapped around gaeul. her cheeks were bright red, teasing the japanese for liking something so obscure (in her mind, at least). rei watched the three koreans closely, wonyoung and gaeul trying to defend her from the onslaught of yujin's comments.

each comment was directed at her. each smug grin, each teasing look. yujin had remembered, and so had gaeul, and so had wonyoung.

they could see her. they wanted to see her, despite the love that they held for someone else.

love was an emotion, not a blindfold.

for once, naoi rei didn't mind being the side character, and she would do everything in her power to make them happy, to make her family happy. she knew that one day, when the time came, they wouldn't forget her.

rei hated it, being forgotten (yet somehow, she hated the thought of ripping two people apart).

rei didn't understand love, but she knew that she wished her friends would find it.

(but somehow, it also found her.)

"who's trying to break down the door?"

wonyoung looked at the shaking door, partially terrified that whoever (read: rei) would somehow knock it wide open with just her fist.

as much as she loved rei, wonyoung refused to let the japanese girl anywhere near or inside her dorm when jiwon was around. rei had yet to give the true happenings of what went down that night with jiwon, but she could tell it was bad.

finding the young kim crying in her bed was a weird role reverse at first, but wonyoung knew how it felt like. she knew how painful it was to love someone but not have them.

"it's no one."

the banging continued, somehow getting harsher and louder with every passing second.

if there was one thing that naoi rei was good at, it was persistence.

"maybe it's yuri-unnie." jiwon muttered, rubbing her now scabbed knuckles. "she did text me this morning asking if i was okay... i think she wanted me to help her jump minjeong-unnie."

jiwon had gotten a phone call earlier that morning. from what she could tell, the sun was just starting to rise, and from the way yuri's voice had sounded, the older girl had stayed up all night.

("we don't have to tell minju. i'm sure she wouldn't mind anyways.")

jiwon could only hope that yuri hadn't gone through with her ten-step plan.

"why would yuri-unnie want to jump minjeong-sunbaenim?"

the two stared at each other, blank faces as gears turned in their heads.

"i'm gonna open the door now." jiwon stated, moving towards the entrance. she needed any way out of the conversation, even if she ended up trying to talk someone out of a potential assault charge.

the door continued to rattle under rei's fist, and she prayed that whatever happened to jiwon was minor. she hoped that the girl she hurt wasn't in pain.

the door swung open, a sense of relief washing over the japanese girl as the kim stood in front of her.

love wasn't for rei.

she was the side character, the girl who set up her friends with their exes, the mastermind behind everything. she was the girl everyone ran to, and everyone forgot when the time came. she was a plot device.

"rei?"

naoi rei didn't want to be a plot device anymore. she wanted love to want her, just like she wanted her parents to love her.

the japanese girl looked at jiwon in front of her, the latter cradling her hand. her knuckles were a blush red, forming uneven marks around the peaks. rei could see the small scabs starting to form at the tips of her first two knuckles, and the swollen bump on the back of jiwon's hand.

it looked like it hurt, and somehow, in some way, it upset rei.

rei ushered the taller girl onto her bed, ignoring the questioning stares that came from the others. she'd deal with them later. jiwon was hurt, and that was rei's priority.

wonyoung stood at the doorway, eyeing the two.

"you'd think she's the one with the wrist brace and first aid kit," yujin snickered.

she wondered if rei knew what she was doing, what she was feeling. she should've by now. the glint in her eye was enough for anyone to know.

gaeul rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. "i think it's nice that she's worried."

she just hoped rei could deal with the heartbreak that came with it.

sighing, wonyoung gestured for the two older girls to come inside. she pushed aside a foreboding feeling in her chest, disregarding all the signs that something was wrong. it was just the thermostat, anyway. jiwon always liked to turn it up when she felt overwhelmed.

as the volleyball player began to shut the door, her eyes focused on the sliver of light that peaked into the hallway.

a gray sweater. y/n's gray sweater.

wonyoung swung the door open almost immediately.

"y/n."

with a small nod, y/n smiled.

something was wrong.

y/n's eyes were bloodshot red, the thin red veins popping against the whites of her eyes. her cheeks were red from crying, wonyoung deducted. if she looked any harder, wonyoung was sure to see the dried streaks of tears on the older girl's cheeks. it was a normal site of a sad y/n, at least from what wonyoung could remember.

but there was something in her eyes. something that unsettled wonyoung.

why did it seem so familiar?

"is jiwon okay?" y/n's voice cracked out, clearing her throat in embarrassment.

wonyoung nodded lightly, stepping aside for the actress to enter. with light, but sluggish steps, the taller girl watched y/n walk passed her. it was heavy with the burden of something.

wonyoung closed the door behind her. she watched the love of her life almost morph into someone that wasn't there before, a soft smile appearing on her face as she stared at jiwon.

it was her y/n (but who was the y/n before?).

"gaeul-sunbae," y/n spoke, her voice shaking slightly. she could feel jiwon's worried gaze. "can you check her hand?"

gaeul nodded, sitting beside jiwon.

y/n could feel the guilt wracking inside her body as she stared at jiwon's injured hand. every wince that the younger girl made seemed to cut her deeply, and all y/n could do was blame herself.

it was her fault for not seeing the signs, and her fault for not wanting to. all she wanted was a friend, but never at the cost of another.

"do you want to sit down?" wonyoung's voice sounded like a melody, pulling her out of her trance.

y/n stared at the taller girl. she couldn't help but wonder if the volleyball player had ever held some type of grudge against her, a vendetta to ruin her life. maybe it was something more simple, like a hatred fueled from putting her through everything that was yoo jimin.

y/n took a breath. her wonyoung wouldn't do that.

but then again, her minjeong did.

"it's okay."

y/n didn't know what was what anymore. for all she knew, she could've been letters on a screen, strung together from the most painful parts of human life.

all y/n knew was that jiwon, minju, yuri (and yena), and her parents were real. they had to be. they needed to be.

if they were, then she'd be okay. she knew she'd be okay.

wonyoung grabbed her hand gently, the pad of her thumb tugging her back to reality. back to wonyoung.

y/n was back to wonyoung, her wonyoung. the one with big, doe eyes that cried at the movie 'UP' and hid a box of random pieces of lego in her closet back when they were dating. her wonyoung who was hyunseo's older sister, who carried the jang name with a burden that only showed in the darkest of nights.

she wanted to be wonyoung's y/n again. not minjeong's, not jimin's. wonyoung's.

"please?"

y/n hoped that wonyoung was real. she hoped that this was all real.

quietly, y/n sat down, interlacing her hand with the taller girl's. she watched as wonyoung followed, a small blush on her face as she stared at her with love.

love was consuming y/n.

"what happened anyway?" yujin hummed, not noticing the tension forming in the air.

gaeul could only sigh. her girlfriend was as dense as she was pretty, and at times like these, it was unfortunate that yujin was insanely beautiful.

"did jiwon go ballistic?" yujin's eyes sparkled at the thought of wonyoung's roommate beating someone up. "minju-sunbaenim always gave me crazy vibes, especially when you and wonyoung broke up. i guess the apple doesn't fall far from the - ow!"

gaeul smiled at wonyoung, sitting innocently as if she didn't kick yujin at full force. if rei hadn't been so worried, a snicker would've slipped passed her lips.

right now was jiwon. she'd deal with idiots later.

"don't listen to her." wonyoung smiled, and y/n could feel herself floating. "unnie's just like that sometimes."

unnie.

wonyoung had never called y/n that. not before them, not during them, not after. she called gaeul unnie. same with yujin. she even called jimin unnie at one point.

y/n swallowed.

maybe she did something wrong. maybe wonyoung saw her as lesser than them. maybe this was a sign that her wonyoung had been someone else this entire time.

y/n looked at the taller girl, grinning at her with shiny eyes.

no. wonyoung wasn't jimin or minjeong.

(but what if she was?)

"jiwon-ssi..." gaeul looked at the extent of the bruises. "how hard did you punch them?"

y/n and jiwon looked at each other, both thinking of the deep cut that the younger kim had somehow administered to minjeong.

"not that hard..."

gaeul sighed. her wrist brace wasn't going to be much use against a boxer's fracture. "you need to go to the doctor for this. i'm ninety percent sure you broke it."

rei could feel her stomach drop. she had never felt more anxious in her life, and it wasn't even about her. at times like these, she wished she had her license, just to be there with the kim at the hospital. rei knew that minju wasn't gonna let her near her sister.

rei wished she was invisible, just this once.

jiwon nodded, looking at y/n who seemed deep in her thoughts once more. something was going on inside her head, jiwon just couldn't place it. all she knew was that minjeong was the cause.

a loud banging erupted throughout the room, y/n jumping back slightly. it was harder than last time, the knocking. it sounded as if someone was ramming the door open and if any of the girls listened closer, they would hear the doorknob shaking against the frame.

y/n wondered what would've happened if she didn't see minjeong last night. she understood why, but all at the cost of her friends well being. it might've not been her decision, but she had a say.

she always had a say.

y/n felt stupid.

wonyoung gave y/n's hand a light squeeze before letting go. she headed towards the door, the pounding never stopping. if she didn't open it soon, her ra would definitely get her in trouble, especially the one on duty.

as the volleyball player began to open the door, her eyes focused on the sliver of light that peaked into the hallway.

black. specifically jimin's black jacket.

wonyoung found herself stumbling backwards as the door rammed open. she closed her eyes, waiting for the fall but all she felt was the tightening of her collar, and the graze of someone's kuckles against her collarbone.

her eyes opened, and all she saw were jimin's dark irises.

"you."

jimin was angry. she was livid. everything she did ended up back to wonyoung. if it was volleyball, wonyoung was there. if it was school, wonyoung's 'fans' were in the vicinity. even when she ate, wonyoung's face would be plastered on her water bottle.

there were some upsides though.

"where's aeri?"

yujin tensed, nearly pouncing on jimin if not for gaeul's disapproving look. she wouldn't hold back, not with her friends.

gaeul knew that, and she prayed that somehow, the situation would get diffused before it escalated.

"what the-" wonyoung tried to pry jimin's grip off of her, only for it to tighten even more. "sunbaenim, are you insane?"

y/n had never felt rage consume her. she didn't know how it felt like, in all honesty. she was used to the sadness that jimin had provided her, but somehow, it tripled. it overwhelmed her, like the love that minjeong had confessed to her the day prior, or the pressure that weighed wonyoung down.

she was free from jimin, but not her effect.

"jimin." y/n stood up, her voice hoarse. "stop it."

it felt familiar to wonyoung, in a painful way.

"you're protecting her?" the veins on jimin's head popped, her face an angry red as she stared at y/n. "you're fucking kidding me. yizhuo was right?"

y/n sighed. she was getting tired of this. of everything.

"what are you talking about?"

"you're fucking wonyoung again." jimin would always be second to wonyoung, to everyone. it didn't matter how hard she loved or how much she tried. she was her father's daughter, and she was getting his punishment. "god, you just open your legs up for anyone."

y/n wanted to scream. she wanted to yell at jimin, at minjeong to leave her alone. she wanted them to get out of her mind, and to move some place else where she would never have to think about them ever again.

all y/n could feel was red.

"i could say the same for you, jimin."

wonyoung frowned. her y/n was never angry, at least not outwardly. even if she was, y/n never stooped as low as jimin.

something was wrong. something was broken.

(wonyoung hoped she was okay, whatever it was.)

jimin tightened her grip, her eyebrows furrowing. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"it means what you think it means." it was like lava, pooling out of her mouth like an unstoppable wave. "let. wonyoung. go."

the room fell silent, and wonyoung was sure that jimin loosened her grip for a split second. the ace scanned y/n's eyes, dark and angry before jimin balled up more of wonyoung's shirt.

she could feel jimin's knuckles pressing against her neck, and wonyoung fought back an urge to cough.

"is this about minjeong?" jimin rolled her eyes. she didn't understand why it was such a big deal, especially since she loved y/n, not minjeong. "is that why you're acting all bitchy all of a sudden?"

y/n flinched back, the overwhelming sadness suddenly rendering her speechless. anger helped her forget it, and although it seemed like a plus side, it felt gross.

y/n looked at wonyoung, and guilt love began to consume her once more.

"minjeong came onto me." y/n fought back tears. she was tired of trying to figure out who's side was real, and who was there for her and not her body. "everyone comes to me eventually."

yujin tensed once more. she was sick of jimin. her hot-headedness made the team walk eggshells around her, blaming everyone but herself for all her failures.

for once, she wanted to put jimin in her place.

"now..." jimin glared at wonyoung. "where's aeri, jang?"

wonyoung didn't know. she didn't even know about the whole minjeong-jimin thing until jimin had pounced on her, but if jimin didn't know where aeri was, that meant that she was safe.

wonyoung kept her mouth sealed shut, returning an angry glare.

"where the fuck is she?" wonyoung could feel jimin tightening her grip once more, her balled up fists pressing against her trachea. she had never wanted to punch someone in her life, but jimin was making it difficult.

"answer my question!" jimin's voice boomed, and wonyoung was sure everyone could hear it.

gaeul bit her tongue. she forgot how annoying yeji's jimin was.

quietly, gaeul spoke, not wanting to anger the ace any further. "she doesn't know."

"i wasn't talking to you, you slut." jimin snapped at gaeul. y/n could feel yujin tense from beside her, wonyoung shaking her head at her captain. jimin gripped wonyoung tighter, her knuckles turning white. "where is she, wonyoung? where's aeri?"

"i don't know."

"don't bullshit me." jimin grumbled, her voice low and her eyes angry. "i know you're useless, but you aren't this useless."

jimin was like wonyoung's mother in every sense. not only was she conventionally pretty, she was demanding and negligent to those around her. she used her words as a weapon, and her authority as leverage.

but wonyoung was a jang, and she knew how to get a rise out of someone.

"i said i don't know, jimin."

jimin didn't call her father dad anymore. not only had he failed as a husband, he had failed as a person. jimin didn't need to call someone that an honorific when they didn't deserve it.

but jimin wasn't her dad. she couldn't be.

"i'm your sunbae."

she was, in everyone's eyes but her own.

"then act like it."

jimin liked the pain of punching someone.

she liked the way her hand stung, akin to a spike. she liked her knuckles bright red, a physical sight that she was doing something right. jimin didn't like to think about the pain it inflicted on others, unless they deserved it.

jang wonyoung did, however. she deserved all the pain.

jimin winded her hand back, and wonyoung was ready to take the punch head on. she needed proof that jimin had hurt someone once more, a teammate. if getting rid of jimin for the rest of her school year meant a bruised cheek, then wonyoung would absolutely tank it.

wonyoung closed her eyes and a thud could be heard reverberating throughout the room.

she felt nothing.

the volleyball player opened her eyes, only to feel herself getting pulled back as she watched gaeul and rei scramble to stop yujin. she shook them off, ignoring jimin trying to push her head away.

ahn yujin, in all her glory, landed punch after punch on the ace. she was tired of all the pent up anger that she felt towards yeji jimin. she was tired of the older girl in every sense.

yujin wasn't gonna let another version of yeji hurt her friends.

the stinging of her hands got worse and worse as her anger rose. puffs of air released out of her mouth as each strike seemed stronger than the last. eventually, jimin was gonna let her guard down, and then yujin could strike the way she wanted to.

wonyoung needed to stop this, but she couldn't get physical. her father would kill her, and her mother would send her off to america if she got suspended.

she rushed back in, her eyes wide as she tried to pull yujin off. yujin was gonna get suspended, she knew it. the amount of damage she already left was enough to down a grown man.

anger was terrifying.

she saw specks of blood fly everywhere, the captain muttering curses under her breath before getting flipped over.

jimin's blooded face glistened against the light of wonyoung's room, swelling and full of cuts. her covered arms were filled with bruises, but she didn't care. right now, she wanted yujin to pay.

wrapping one hand around yujin's neck to steady her, jimin raised her fist, slamming it down onto the younger girl's face. she could feel something splatter against her skin, and it only fueled the ace further.

despite gaeul and rei's best efforts, jimin was stronger than yujin, and there was no way they could get her off, especially without wonyoung's help.

it didn't matter anymore. if wonyoung didn't do something, yujin might die.

frantically, wonyoung wrapped her arm around jimin's neck, choking her out as she pulled the older girl off yujin. she could feel jimin clawing against her arm, and wonyoung gritted her teeth, feeling blood seep out.

yujin sat up, the left side of her face tattered into shreds. gaeul rushed to her side, the captain watching as jimin struggled to get wonyoung off.

"bitch."

wonyoung looked at y/n, her eyes wide as the older girl kept jiwon behind her. she shook her head, signaling wonyoung to let go. the taller girl nodded, her arm dropping to her side as jimin fell forward, eyes red as she coughed.

she was definitely gonna get sent to america.

as the room fell quiet, jimin's coughing and yujin's heaving seemed to get louder. wonyoung could see the specks of blood littering the floor, and could feel the stinging of her arm.

a cough took their attention away from the bloodied volleyball players.

shit. the ra woke up.

"yuqi-sunbaenim."

"the cops are on their way." she shut her eyes tightly, looking at jimin. at least the girl got a good beating. too bad the others had to face a similar punishment. "don't try to talk your way out of this."

wonyoung nodded, her head hanging low.

"can we go...?" y/n asked, jiwon wincing behind her as her hand became more painful by the minute. "her hand-"

"if you two didn't get involved, then you can go."

y/n nodded, bowing slightly as jimin finally stopped coughing, a bruise on her neck.

"wonyoung?"

y/n looked at the girl in front of her, red running down her arm.

worry encapsulated her entire being, eyebrows furrowing at the sight. wonyoung was hurt, just like jiwon. yujin was hurt, just like jiwon. somehow, y/n hurt two people in one sitting, two people who didn't deserve it.

she could've done something. she should've done something.

"we're okay."

wonyoung could always see right through her.

it terrified her.

carefully, y/n lifted the volleyball player's arm. she could see the marks deep, and an angry red.

she just wanted the pain to go away, hers and wonyoung.

"i'm okay." wonyoung whispered. y/n always got worried about things she didn't need to worry about. "i'll live."

"okay." her wonyoung was real. she was sincere, and familiar. her wonyoung wouldn't hurt her.

y/n loved jang wonyoung, bleeding or not.

"text me how it goes, okay?"

wonyoung's eyes hid the stinging with a smile, quietly admiring the girl in front of her as y/n took jiwon's hand. "i will."

y/n nodded. she trusted wonyoung, just like she trusted jimin and minjeong. it couldn't backfire, not again. not with her wonyoung.

wonyoung moved aside, ignoring jimin glaring at her (she wanted to mock the other girl, powerless against the ra of the building, but that would just cause more problems).

y/n came to a halt, turning to face wonyoung.

"oh, and," a kiss on the cheek. "for... for your arm."

wonyoung didn't care. it was worth it.

"oh!" she bit her tongue, yujin cackling in the corner as gaeul scolded her not to move too much. rei gave her a thumbs up, before giving jiwon a worried gaze. "yeah, of course."

y/n nodded awkwardly, tugging jiwon's free hand.

"jiwon," y/n ignored her stare. "let's go."

the two exited the room, jiwon wincing with every swing of her arm. y/n would have to call minju once they got to the hospital.

god, minju was gonna kill everyone in that room and then her.

"did you just kiss her?"

y/n blushed as the elevator opened.

"on her cheek, ji." y/n shook her head. "you need to stop hanging out with yuri-unnie."

as jiwon entered the elevator, y/n followed her inside. the younger girl faced away from her, cradling her hand and trying to stabilize it.

for a moment, y/n relaxed. no one was looking at her. no one had to see the turmoil she had gone through. she sighed quietly, her face dropping, eyes a void of anger and frustration, of pain and hurt.

everything was consuming her.

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pink3princess · 11 months

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dark john wick hc

cw/tw: jw x reader; stalker behavior, obsession, kidnapping; sensitive topics like this so if it makes you uncomfortable at all please don't read

an: I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

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before

the silent type

wont come up to you, wont approach you, he just follows you everywhere

bouqets of flowers, expensive chocolates, and jewelry left at your doorstep

i'd imagine that when your not at home (or when ur sleeping) he goes through some of your stuff

theres a box under his bed filled with pictures of you along with little things he's stolen from your home over time

he loves the smell of your perfume, so much so that he found and bought the same scent that you use and smells it all the time;

he'll even spray it on his bed at night (im just realizing how sick in the head i am)

one day he might take you

if you were about to move away or something, he would start panicking, thinking that you were leaving him, and it just wasn’t safe, so now he has to take you

after

he’ll give you time to get used to him, he’s a very patient person

when you finally start warming up to him, he'll buy you gifts here and there (he's causing psychological warfare IN THIS HOUSE)

after being with you for a long time, insists that you wear a wedding ring ( vvv expensive might I add)

i feel like after a while, you would get bored at the house, he would let you do anything you wanted, as long as you didn't leave'

if you wanted to take an online cooking class he would be like :) yay!

I think there’s a sense of altruism to him; he would be over the moon if you could love him back, but even if you don’t he'll still be there

(or he continues to convince himself that you just need some more time)

he has very conflicted feelings about how close he'll allow himself to be near you

sometimes he'll realize he needs to give you your space

and other times he’s just so tired of being alone, he’ll just follow you around the house or cuddle with you in your bed

vvv cuddly

when you finally start warming up to him, he tries so hard not to push your boundaries but what's a touch starved lonely trauma ridden assassin suppose to do

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justanamesstuff · 1 year

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All I Need

♥ JUST MARRIED ♥

A/N: after months (sorry) i bring you THE PROPOSAL + WEDDING of these two...I hope you like it guys <333

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word counting: 4.2 K

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Thinking about it…

Matty took the middle-sized box from the back of his drawer. It took a lot of old memories back. Thinking about his time before having the kids or meeting Y/n felt surreal.

After moving a few pieces his hand landed on the even smaller box it was strategically hidden so if Y/n snooped there —not that she ever went through his stuff but just in case– she couldn’t find it.

Matty felt a wave of sadness overtaking him, so he had to sit on his bed. His Nana was –literally– imprinted on his skin, although, he thought about her even now and then. He had been doing it a lot more since, specially Amelia, the kids started asking about his mother’s parents as well as his father’s parents. Mel was learning about families at school, and she was a very curious little girl. Matty loved to have full conversations with her and Arthur at the moment. They did talk about his Nana a lot of times.

The singer slowly opened the box, revealing before his eyes the silver band. Carefully he took it out to examinate it. She passed it down to him before getting really ill. Matty considered it a treasure. It wasn’t exactly a ring designed to propose marriage, although he wanted to give Y/n something special, something meaningful, since she was indeed the most amazing person he had ever met and also the person that gave him two amazing children.

“Daddy?” Amelia interrupted him, showing up at the door of his room. Matty’s heart jumped, thinking –at first–she was Y/n. He closed his eyes, trying to stabilize his breathing.

“Mel-mel?” he asked, keeping his back towards her.

Amelia opened the door fully, staring at her dad’s form. “What do you have there? Chocolate?” she asked, excited about the idea of candy.

Matty chuckled, “No,” he turned around, still keeping the ring away from her eyes. “No chocolate, missy.” he smiled at her turning slightly.

“What then?”

Matty doubted about it for a minute, finally agreeing with himself to share the secret with her, “come here, baby.” he instructed, moving his hand signalling her to come closer. “Leave the door half open, please.”

Amelia did as she was told, moving to sit beside her dad on the bed.

“Look.” he opened his hand, showing the ring resting on his palm. Amelia looked at it and then up to his face, Matty saw the doubt in her eyes. “This was my Nana’s ring.”

“Oh!” Amelia exclaimed, opening her eyes wide. “Can I…” she started asking.

“Yes, be careful, okay?” Matty warned Mel.

Amelia kept silence, holding the silver band between her tinny hands. Her curious eyes following the complicated patterns along it. “What are these?” she inquired, her sight not leaving the ring. “Are flowers?”

“Yes, closer to roses but not exactly.”

“So pretty.” she exclaimed in a whisper. Mel carefully extended her hand, retuning the ring to his dad. “Can I have it?” she asked, making him chuckled.

“No.‘Cause…” Matty started slowly. “I want to give it to your mom.” he smirked, thinking about Y/n wearing it.

“As a gift?”

“No exactly, baby.” he let his left arm engulfed her. Together they stared at the little item in front of them. “I want to ask mommy to marry me.”

“Why?” her question so genuine to her nature.

“Because I love her, and I want to spend my entire life with her.”

“Ok.”

“What? Don’t you think it is a good idea?” Amelia shrugged her arms. “Do you know that at weddings, people serve cake?”

“Chocolate cake?” Mel jumped in her place.

“We can choose chocolate cake.”

“When are you going to ask mommy then?”

“I’m not sure, baby.”

“Matty?” Y/n called from downstairs, scaring father and child.

“Shit- You haven’t heard that!” Amelia laughed. “Don’t tell mom.” he begged, going to hide the box. “What?” he shouted louder so Y/n could hear him

“Can you tidy the kitchen as you promised?”

“Coming, my love.” he answered. “Not a word to anyone, Mel.” he took her little hand between his hands.

Amelia made a signal sipping her mouth.

“I love you.” Matty left a kiss on her head.

“Love you, daddy.”

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The actual proposal…

Matty was about to rip his hair off trying to think the perfect proposal for Y/n.

Fancy dinner out? Not an option, she would leave him for that.

Anything remotely big and scandalous? Not a chance.

Okay, simple then, but when? Where?

He didn’t want to start asking his friends or family because they’d know what was happening, and Matty wanted to keep it a secret until he actually bent his knee.

Matty continued debating herself in silence, waiting for Y/n to come from upstairs. It was her ‘bedtime’ turn that night.

“Matty?” Y/n snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, startling him back to the present moment.

“What?”

“What?” she asked back, placing her hands on her waist, standing in front of him. “You weren’t listening to me!”

Matty opened and closed his eyes quickly. “I’m sorry, baby.” he brushed off her hands softly, replacing her hands with his around her waist. He brought her closer, hiding his face on her belly. Y/n softened with his actions, letting her fingers comb his wild curls.

“What’s going on, huh?” she wanted to know. Y/n’s boyfriend stayed in silence. “Shit…tell me this is not a new drama.” Y/n leaned backwards, searching for his face.

“No, no…” Matty shook his head. “Nothing like that.”

“Then what?” Y/n insisted.

Matty looked up to her eyes, “Can’t tell you.”

“Why you can’t?” she stared back, a little hurt.

“I-”

“The band?”

“No.”

“The label.”

“No.”

“Matty, you’re scaring me.”

“‘s nothing wrong. I- Shit- I was, I’m…” he was making little sense.

“Matty, please. Something is clearly bothering you….you’ve been like this for weeks. I tried not to think too much about it, but I’m really worried. Do you want to leave me?”

“Of course not, Y/n! Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. You’re not speaking to me…and I-”

“Fuck, okay. I’ll tell you, but I need to get something really quick.”

“Are you going out?” Matty stood from the couch.

“No. Just upstairs, okay?” Matty said before pecking her lips and disappearing.

Y/n lay down against the cushions, thinking about all the possibilities, but Matty ran back minutes after, interrupting her train of thoughts.

“I’m back.” Matty announced, staring at her eyes closed. “Baby?”

“Yes.” Y/n turned her head slightly to look at him.

She noticed his hands were hidden behind his back.

“Okay, this is it.” he whispered to himself. “Remember how I always tell you that since the first moment we meet I’ve been in love with you?” this time he talked to Y/n.

“Yes?” she said, sceptical. “What have you done?” folding her arms, ready for him to say, he had broke something or let the kids do something they weren't supposed to.

“I’ll do it the rest of my life,” he continued with his speech. “Although, I want to do it at your side. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and the kids.”

“Yes, that’s my plan too, Matty. What are you on about?” Y/n pushed her body forward, invested in the conversation.

“Shit- This is coming all out wrong…maybe I should've written a song…”

“Matthew!” Y/n snapped him out of his spiral of anxiety.

“Right, right. Fuck.” Matty approached her, showing her his hands holding the little box.

“What do you have there?”

Matty sank into his knees, making Y/n gasped.

“Matty?”

“Do you want to marry me, Y/n Y/l/n?” Matty inquired, opening the box.

Y/n placed her hands on top of Matty’s.

“Yes. Of course, yes!” she answered to his question, taking the box, crying in the process.

Together they opened the little item.

“I know it doesn’t scream engagement ring, but this was my Nana’s ring.” Matty took it out.

“Baby…”

“I want you to have it.” Matty stated, placing the ring on her ring finger.

“Fuck, Healy.”

“Not the response I’d been picturing inside my mind but-”

“Shut up!” Y/n stopped his teasing. “I love you so much, Matthew Timothy Healy.” she said, taking his face, bringing it closer to hers.

“Now this feels like I’m in trouble.”

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, mister.” Y/n said before kissing him.

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One month after the proposal

By that time, everyone inside their close circle was aware of the wedding happening as soon as possible.

That specific day, Matty was in the house’s studio working, and the kids were with his brother, Louis. Grace and Y/n were looking at venues, flowers, and all kind of things for the wedding. Matty walked away from them an hour before, saying he had to work or either the boys would kick him out of the band or something dramatic. He wanted to be there for every detail and not pressure Y/n with everything, it was their wedding at the end. Y/n tried to reassure him it was okay, but it was hard to convince the stubborn singer.

Grace and Y/n were staring directly at the screen researching about wine, when Y/n started to feel dizzy. She blamed the long hours they had been spent watching stuff in her computer. Y/n tried hard to fight it, but it didn’t go away.

“Fuck.” she closed her eyes, trying to stabilize herself.

“What?” Grace asked, worried.

“My head is spinning.”

“Okay, that’s our cue to stop for now.”

“No, I-”

“Nah, to the couch…now!”

Y/n did as Grace told her. She didn’t spend five minutes there when a new wave of sickness surprised her. Y/n ran to the bathroom, with Grace following close behind.

When she stopped puking, Grace stared at her eyes without saying a word but with a knowing look.

“What?” Y/n said.

“Nothing, memories.”

Y/n rested her back into the cold wall, closing her eyes she asked, “Which ones?”

“Nothing comes to mind?” and Y/n knew what Grace was thinking.

“Shut up, Grace. It’s impossible.”

“Yeah, you said the same last time…” Y/n’s friend exposed her. “and the time before that one.”

“No, I can’t. The wedding is a few months away.”

Matty walked inside the bathroom after hearing the loud bickering, finding them sitting there. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking between them, focusing on Y/n’s pale face.

“Y/n’s puking.” Grace accused her.

“Thanks a lot, Grace.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Matty sat beside his girlfriend

“Mhm, I’m afraid we have to postpone the wedding, Matty.” Y/n looked into his eyes, weakly.

“What? Don’t you-”

She interrupted before he could think more options.“I think I’m pregnant again.”

“What?”

“Be right back, guys.” Grace exited the house with the plan of buying pregnancy tests for her friend.

“How sure are you?” Matty stoked her hair back.

“Pretty sure now.” Y/n admitted. “My period had been missing for weeks”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Thought it was a false alarm.”

“Y/n…”

She scrunched her face, “I’m really dizzy to think about this.” Matty chuckled, touching her flat belly.

“Okay. Let’s wait for Grace then.” he said to them both, touching Y/n face, caressing her sweetly.

***********

All positive tests. Matty, Y/n and Grace stood inside the small bathroom looking at the sticks on the sink.

“Okay, this gives us enough time to find the wine the ratty wants.” Grace said.

“Grace.” Y/n warned her.

Meanwhile, Matty finally took in the idea of a 3rd baby. “Love…” he whispered, embracing Y/n.

“I know.” Y/n couldn’t help to start crying. “I can’t believe it.”

“Another baby.”

“Can I be the godmother?” Grace interrupted.

“Course not.” Matty cut her, kissing Y/n shortly.

Y/n stared instantly down at her belly when Matty placed a hand securely on her –still– flat belly.

Another baby.

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Two years later…

As soon as Ruth was old enough to attend and participate in her parent's wedding, Matty and Y/n finally decided the closest date to finally marry. To say that everyone cheered more than the first time they found out speaks for itself.

The night before the big day

“I miss you.” Matty said from the other end of the line.

Y/n hold the blankets of her hotel room higher to cuddle inside. “Haven’t enjoyed your bachelors party?” she inquired, teasing him a little.

“Yes, but I was ready to get in bed with my future wife.”

“Who would’ve thought the big rock star of the century…the problematic…”

“I’m not that any more, I don’t want to either. I need you, inside our bed, in our house with the babies.”

“I do miss them so much.” Y/n admitted

Matty protested, “No me, then?”

“Yes, I miss you a lot, handsome…but I miss my babies too.”

“I’m your first baby.”

“No, Mel is.” Matty scoffed, keeping the teasing going.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Y/n changed the direction of the conversation.

“Me too.”

“What if we go and get married right now?” Matty blurbed out the idea.

“Matty, we’ve been waiting years…it’s only a few more hours.”

“I know, I know...but-”

“Sleep, now, Healy.” Y/n instructed. “Can you keep the line going until I feel asleep?”

“Everything for you, wifey.”

“Almost.”

“I don’t need papers.” Matty remind her.

Y/n rolled her eyes, even when he couldn’t see her. “Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much, my dear.”

Matty kept rumbling about a quick wedding, until the rhythmic breathing from Y/n side reached his ear, which made him smile a little.

Wedding day

The grooms room

“Looking dashing as always, Archie!” Ross complimented him.

“Thanks ‘os.” the little boy giggled due to his godfather’s words.

Matty walked out from the bathroom, asking right away, “How much longer?” to Adam.

“One hour, mate.” the guitarist said for the hundred time in only twenty minutes.

“Fuck.” he swore and right away heard an ‘oh’ coming from his son. “Sorry! Don’t tell mom.”

“Fuck.” Arthur repeated, making the entire room laugh.

Matty realized his mistake, adding a “Shit.”

Encouraged by the room, Archie copied again his father’s words, “Shit.”

The room bursted into a group laugh, although before Matty could protest or add another word he wasn’t supposed to say in front of the kids, his mother came through the room’s door.

“Where’s my son?” Denise asked the room.

Being the closer in distance to her, Louis pointed out to Matty’s form standing closer to a window. “Over there.” Louis

“How’s he?”

Ross joined the conversation, “He’s very anxious.”

“Do you know that I can still hear you?” Matty reminded them in an exasperated voice.

“What’s wrong Matty?” Denise approached him, sensing his nerves.

Matty breathed out, “I need to see her. This is worse than being miles way from home. She’s right there.” he pointed with his hand to the other room.

“It’s just one hour.” Denise rearranged his tie, patting his chest.

“I know but-”

“What’s an hour compared to the rest of your life, Matthew?” his mother spoke the right words. The words he needed to hear right there and then.

“Right, right.”

The brides room

Y/n stepped outside the separated room, walking towards her mother, Grace, Denise, and the rest of the bridesmaids. The reaction was unanimous, a general gasp travelled around the room.

Y/n waited for someone to speak, but the room fell into an intense silence, until Mel stepped towards her mother.

“Mommy, you look really beautiful.” she said, looking up at her eyes. Y/n held the strong urge to burst into tears.

“Thank you, my love.”

“You look amazing, Y/n.” Grace approached her, holding Ruth in her arms. “Marry me instead?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, breaking some tension on her body. “Shut up, Grace.”

Denise and Y/n’s mother shared a couple of tears and a few tissues before approaching the bride.

Little bit after, the photographer urged Y/n and all women inside the room to exit the room so they can take pictures before the sun disappeared completely.

The moment was closer and closer.

The ceremony

Matty turned around when the melody –him and G worked for ages to marvelled it for that exact moment– reached his ears. The presents stayed sited, meanwhile Amelia showed up at the end of the long aisle holding on one hand the box with her parent’s. Amelia stood for a few seconds –waiting for the time of the song, she was supposed to start walking–, sporting a dress similar to the bridesmaids one but with a different style. She kept Ruth closer to her left side, holding her tiny hand, and on her other side Arthur fixed his eyes on her older sister, waiting for her to start the march.

When the beat was right, Mel started making her way towards Matty and Ross, who officiated as the chief of ceremony. Ruth and Arthur tried their best to follow her.

Matty didn’t wait a second to approached his children when they were a few meters away from him.

“Hi, guys.” he kneeled down, forgetting the surroundings.

A chorus of shy hellos reached Matty’s ears, making him incredible emotional.

“Do you have something for me, mel-mel?” the singer asked, forcing Amelia to look up at him while she extended the box, nodding repeatedly. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, daddy.”

Matty took a look to each one of their faces, until he broke, saying, “come here.” embracing the three children into a thigh hug.

“Go with grandma, okay?” he encouraged them and they obeyed.

After the children stood beside Denise and Susanne, Matty returned to his place on the altar, surrounded by the flowers Y/n and him picked for it. He rearranged his tie and his blazer, sensing how Ross placed a comforting hand on his shoulder while the bridesmaids and grooms men walked to their places. George and Charli threw him a knowing look and smiles, meanwhile Grace showed him her tongue in a cheeky action that made him laugh out loud.

The music changed its tempo and Matty knew it was the time. As if time stopped, he watched Y/n walked down the aisle with her arm hocked on Adam’s bicep. She had asked him if he would do the honour since his father wasn’t there to do it, and he said yes right away. The presents stood up, wanting to look at the gorgeous bride.

Matty realized he was crying when he heard Ruth cry. He turned a minute away from Y/n to check she was alright, which his future wife copied. The little girl distress was a reaction to see him cry. Denise made a weird sign around her face, but he understood and dried them quickly. Ruth was too young to understand those were happy tears.

Matty stepped down the altar, coming closer to Y/n and Adam. He kept his eyes on Y/n, smiling at her, until Adam patted his back.

“Take care of her, or I’ll kick your ass. You know that we like her and the kids more than you.” Adam teased him, maintaining a sterned look on his face.

“I know, I will. I promise.”

“All the best, guys.” the guitarist said, after hugging Y/n for half a second.

“Thanks, Adam.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Once Adam was gone, Matty took her hands on his. He sensed her body trembling.

“You look amazing, my love.”

“Not more than you, handsome.”

“Shall we?”

“Please.”

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The ceremony was short. Ross started saying a few sweet words and embarrassing them both to lighten the mood. The breeze brushed against the flowers, making them dance all around them and turning the evening into a magic one.

“Who wants to start saying their vows?”

“Me!” Y/n shouted, making the crowd laugh.

“Ladies first.”

“Only because I know they aren’t as good as yours, since you do this for a living.” Y/n admitted, reaching for the paper that Grace extended for her. “Okay, Matthew...Matty, my love.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Shut up and listen.” Matty did as he was told, holding a belly laugh, while friends and family reacted as expected. “I think it’s important that I start telling you that I love you, Matty Healy. Maybe it didn’t happen right since the very first start, but I don’t care. We don’t believe in the tales we used to read or watch when we were children about the perfect story.

“Ours was a mess, and I’ll do it all again if this is the end. You and I together against everything, and with our babies very close to us. I love you, Matty. I love every single part of you…I want to continue until the end of our days and so beyond holding your hand, loving you daily. Even though, I hate when you wake me up every time an idea for a melody or half of a lyric pops into your curly head, I won’t change it for anything in this world. The way you are as a partner and as a father to our children is a part not everyone gets to witness, and I wish I’ll be always there to do it.”

“Thanks for never stop fighting for us even in the hardest moments and for holding me every time that I’ve needed it. I love you, Matty.”

“Okay.” Ross interrupted before Matty could say a word or hold Y/n further than just her hand. “Your turn, mate.”

Matty dried his tears for a second time that night. “You left me speechless, baby. As always…” he talked directly into her eyes. “What I can tell you that you don’t know, Y/n? You know me better than anyone, sometimes you know me better than myself, and that’s a lot. What I can tell you that I haven’t put into the songs I write thinking about you and that are for you?”

“You came into my life to change it completely, baby. I fell hard and bad for you…my heart didn’t stand a chance, how would it? Y/n, you’re the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me beside the guys and our kids…our babies, as you said…you gave me the honour to be their father, to grow a family. Before you, I thought I was incapable of it…and so much more. I know you don’t like to hear this, but you made me a better man and a better person. Without you, nothing has meaning, my love. Without you beside me, telling me that you love me, I don’t know how to live. So please, make me lucky for the rest of my poor existence and say yes…yes to take me as your husband, yes to love me forever, yes to the bright future we have in front of us…that’s all I need to hear, Y/n.”

****

Ross started asking Matty, "Matthew Timothy, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live

together in matrimony, to love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her

in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Matty stated, smiling while holding Y/n’s hands.

The bassist turned to look at Y/n, "Y/f/n Y/s/n, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honour him, to comfort him, and to keep

him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Y/n said, "I do."

“Now, Matty.” Ross continued the ceremony. "Repeat after me."

"I, Matthew,”

“I, Matthew,”

“take you Y/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

So Matty repeated staring into Y/n eyes. They maintained the eye contact until Y/n took her turn to repeat the words Ross said.

“Matty.” his friend interrupted, taking his attention, offering the little box Amelia brought. “Place the ring on Y/n's finger and to repeat the following, I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Matty spoke out loud for everyone to hear his words, placing the ring on Y/n fingers with all the delicacy. Ross urged Y/n to copy Matty’s actions on the other way. Y/n caressed her husband’s hand slightly. That was it.

Ross said, "By virtue of the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." he finished turning to Matty’s face, saying, "You may kiss the bride."

“Fucking finally!” Matty protested, embracing Y/n into a thigh hug while his lips met hers into a loving kiss that sealed the pact forever.

#matty healy fic #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty x reader #matty x you #matty healy x y/n #matty healy! dad #all i need

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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Rinx and cute human auction host with impeccable sense of humour 🗣️ hear me out while I'm drunk again

just ✨imagine✨ – some closed auction with very specific-and-unique stuff, aimed on some narrow monster audience. Why human is a host here? She kinda... wanted a job not in McDonald's, but luck wasn't on her side – at the end, it is what it is. She started to make small talks with visitors and crack jokes around only to escape her fate as an auction lot. To her big surprise and happiness, visitors found feigned confidence believable, as well her humour sharp and dark enough for their twisted tastes, but not too belittling or offensive to hear from a mere human.

More so, she grew popular in this small community. Now she's cheeky and brave enough to talk back to some especially rude visitors– It's still a joke to everyone tho. Laughing stock of the day usually gets too embarrassed to come on her twice and audience can be ruthless.

But huh??? At some totally normal day here's more people than usual??? Regulars looking especially nervous for some reason???? And her boss is suddenly disappears after some lameass short unreadable message about "special guest"?????

Huh. Strange. Well, whatever, business is business-

Guess who got in the playful sarcastic bullshittery with some giant broccoli head first and now sweating bullets cuz that dude is just... Buys everything? Every-single-fucking-lot???? His bets are so high for a quite literal trash sometimes, is he insane???? She knows who is it from the first bet honestly, but she keeps repeating for her own sanity that it's some obsessive cosplayer.

And at the end of the auction he refuses to leave and makes a ridiculously small bet on "the charming host".

She jokes herself the way out only because she was so – well, she tells to bring and show her some fucking lost artifact from a rumour that was popular million years ago if he wants to buy even a minute of her time. "No more, no less," she says and leaves, pretty sure that she won this.

Even if her knees are shaking behind the curtains after a realisation it was fucking Greed Icon, she still believes that she can outplay him.

***

She's in pure panic and loss of words because she ran out of options and bets are getting insanely high. She thought he was playing and that he will get bored after getting a handjob (it was just a pin at first, she swears!!!), but on their last meeting he told her to get ready for a wedding. G666gling "WHTAT SHOUDLG I AKS FOR PKEASE HELP BITCH HAS EVVRHYTHIN" isn't helping at all.

Rinx loves how well-educated about valuable things she is, how good she's in jerking him off– and it's funny to see how she's sweating as she tries to decline his gifts and fails miserably. Truly, this game was fun while it lasted, but now? Now he wants a Queen.

That's all for today- hope exams wasn't going hard on u and ur amazing brain wrinkles my dear fella Pinnie we can get through 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[Okay but the best part of this is "G666gle". I fucking love that.]

Oh it wouldn't be the first time Rinx gets excited and tries to take literally everything home, that's why the most well-known auctions around Hell are made with lots of care and many prepared speeches as to why the hosts, staff and other personalities present cannot be given/traded/bought.

Does this stop Rinx? No, not really.

You have his curiosity the same way Admin holds his curiosity. Humans are easy to take, easy to claim, easy to keep. To see you play such a dangerous game yet always come out on top makes you even more valuable in the demonlord's (lack of) eyes.

You don't have the option of declining anything Rinx gives you, be it a box of chocolates, roses, the most expensive outfits you could think of, or a ring that he'll slide into your finger with a crushing grip of your wrist.

#Rinx oc

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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year

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"She's busy rn.."

-Fareeha Amari x Angela Ziegler

-warnings: nsfw, harassment (?), some arguing, recorded sex

-MY FAVORITE LESBIAN LOVERS LET'S GOOOOO. I've been wanting to write a fic with these two for awhile <3

Angela's line of work has never been easy. Running around, tons of paperwork, and love-sicken patients/coworkers. She loved Genji...as a friend and co-worker. She thought her wedding ring may have stopped him...But he always persisted. Now her wife has to step in...

"What a day.." Angela told herself as she neatly put her paperwork into one pile. The work these days were getting harder and longer. The bags under her eyes were getting darker and she didn't even have time brush her hair half the time, only just sloppily putting it up in a claw clip...But even then, she still loves her job. She has always loved to help those in need, and a tough workload won't change her love for the field of medicine.

But another pain to her day was her green haired colleague. Genji walked into her office with a hand behind his back, "Angela! You're here!" He smiled, walking to her desk where she sat. She looked up with him with a forced smile, "Hi Genji...How can I help you?" Angela asked in a tired voice.

"I brought you something...Your favorite..." He said, pulling out a box of Swiss chocolate. She was kinda surprised when he pulled about the chocolate. He always gave her gifts and treats...kinda from the kindness of his heart. Another part wants something else.

"Genji, this is very sweet of you..Thank you!" She said, accepting the box with her wedded hand, hoping to show the ring off again. "Where did you get these?"

"I ordered then offline and had the personally delivered to me...to give to you.." He blushes, smiling at Anegla. She opened the box and ate once, instantly loving the taste of the milk chocolate treat. She only ever eats these on Valetines' day with her wife or...given by Genji on the same day.

"These are amazing, Genji, thank you.." Angela mumbled, eating another chocolate. She was in heaven..

"I was thinking...Maybe you would want to go on a date this Friday?" He asked, feeling nervous about her answer. Angela gave him a certain look, one that read 'really?'.

"Genji...I didn't say yes to the last date, I am not saying yes to this one.." She said, setting the box of chocolates to the side, giving him her full attention. "Well...Maybe I can show you a good time with a dinner date, maybe a movie...I can show you a good time Angela..' He said, pleading his case to her.

"Thank you Genji, but no thank you..." She said, standing up, putting the chocolates in her tote bag along with her keys. She made her way around the desk and past him. "You can see yourself out.." she said, leaving her own office. She knows Genji is like a puppy dog and will lock up her office for her.

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Fareeha smiled and ran to the front door as she heard the locks being unlocked. She greeted her wife with a big hug, "Hi my habiba!" She said, hugging her smaller wife. Angela loved how her wife embraced her at home. Fareeha got here from deployment and will be home for the next few months.

"Ah, mein schatz..I had such a long day.." Angela said, hugging Fareeha tightly. Fareeha took her bags and keys, ushering her inside to help her relax. "Tell me all about it." Fareeha said, putting her bag down. As she set it down on their counter, she noticed a red box. Fareeha pulled it out to see the Swiss chocolate.

She turned to show Angela the box, "..Did your little green sparrow gives these to you..?" Fareeha asked, feeling instantly annoyed. She knew Genji liked her wife a lot.

Angela sighed, "What do you think?" She said, asking as if it was obvious. Fareeha already knew the answer, yes. She opened the box and stole a chocolate. "The ones I get you taste better..." She said, clearly bitter.

"Fareeha, you know not to take this to heart," she said, setting her coat on the coat rack. "I know it shouldn't let it bother me, but it still does...He knows you're married yet he's still so desperate..!" Fareeha said, dropping the box on the counter and going back to kitchen. Fareeha was making Angela dinner before she came home.

"He's being nice!"

"He wants to take you for himself!"

Angela came into the kitchen to see Fareeha cooking, leaning against the counter, watching her wife angrily cook a delicious meal. Fareeha shook her head, not seeming interested in the excuses for Genji.

"I always reject him because I am with you"

"But you accept his gifts! That gives him the idea he has a chance!"

She took a deep breath and sighed, looking down at the food, "Listen, I don't want to be mad at you. You know I love you and you know you're a beautiful woman...I don't trust guys like him.."

Angela sighed, moving to wrap her arms around Fareeha's strong body, "I hear you...I don't want you to feel like I want him." She said, kissing her upper forearm then resting her head on his shoulder. Fareeha leaned her down on top of hers, continuing to cook.

Soon Fareeha looked at her, "Give me a kiss," then Angela smiled, leaning on her tippy toes to kiss her wife. They always tried not to stay mad at one another, but they also never wanted to shy away from problems. That's why they're amazing together.

Later after dinner was eaten and cleaned up, Angela got out the shower into their shared room. Fareeha was dressed in a loose shirt and boxers, laying on the bed while on her phone. She looked up and whistled at seeing her wife in just a towel and her hair wet. Anegla blushed, going to her dresser to grab her pajamas.

She then used to her towel to dry her head, letting Fareeha see all of her wife's exposed body. Even though she's seen her body many times before, she still blushes as if it was her first time seeing her. Angela put on her black, silk robe and moved on to her skin care. Fareeha moved off the bed and behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She took a deep breath in to smell the body wash she used. The scent of vanilla and shea always brought her a sense of comfort, "You smell good.."

Anegla smiled as she applied her various face creams and serums, "Thank you mein liebling," she said, loving the feeling of Fareeha so close to her. She felt her face get hotter as she feels her wife press her hips against her backside, like she was trying to grind on her.

Fareeha's hands moved all along her body. Squeezing her hips, hands cupping her breast, hands moving down to grope her ass. It was clear that Fareeha wanted her tonight. Angela moved the towel off her head, allowing Fareeha to smell her freshly washed hair. Her wife's hands were the only ones she loved.

Angela moved her hangs to untie the robe, letting the black silken material open to reveal the space between her breast, her stomach...the mirror cutting off along her pubic bone, almost hiding Fareeha's prize. Her wife smiled, picking up Angela and putting her down on the bed. "You look so sexy right now," Fareeha said, moving to be on top of her.

She moved the robe to fully expose her body, a hand running down her body. Anegla immediately submitted to her touch, "Fareeha..." she said, feeling the hands she loved most touch her hardening nipples. Her breath became heavier, skin getting goosebumps. Then Fareeha moved to kiss Angela, locking her lips in with hers. Moving down, she kisses along her neck, sucking on her pale skin to leave marks she can wear to work tomorrow.

"Oh mein gott...Mein schatz..." she said, feeling her body tingle at the feeling of have her sensitive spots tended to. Fareeha's hands moved to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Angela moaned softly, smiling as she bites her bottom lip. Fareeha kissed down her body, kissing down the valley of her breasts, kissing along her stomach, and kissing the top of her pubic bone. She looked up at the blonde, wanting to get the 'ok' to proceed. Angela nodded, giving a small 'yes' as well.

Instantly, she moved down to kiss along her cunt. She took her time, licking up her slit to her clit. She tasted her the blonde's wetness, loving her taste. She could stay like this for hours if she really wanted to. Fareeha wrapped her arms around her pale thighs, pulling her in closer.

Angela moaned, eyes closing and head leaning back into the mattress. Her hand resting on top of Fareeha's black hair, keeping her head there, "Fuck, Fareeha don't stop," she begged. But she didn't have to beg, she wasn't planning on stopping any time soon.

Angela felt herself getting closer, her moans and whines indicating that. Though she had a strong grip on her hair, Fareeha pulled away licking her lips, "Not yet baby.." she said, moving off the bed to go to her bed side table. Angela knew what that meant, she took off the robe completely and threw it on the floor.

She watched Fareeh take off her clothes, admiring her strong figure. Her biceps, abs, and v-line we addicting to look at. She slipped on the strap on, tightening the straps so she can feel the burn of the ropes while fucking her.

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The room was hot and sweaty. Fareeha snapped her hips into Angela, roughly fucking her while looking into her eyes. Eye contact was a big with her, if Angela wanted to finish, she knew she had to give Fareeha her full attention. She held her legs up to her chest, Angela's ankles resting on her shoulders.

Though she was focused on her wife, she kept hearing her phone go off and being flooded with text messages. Fareeha tried to focus on her, but kept getting distracted, Angela noticed this, "Hey...are you okay?" she asked. She sighed as the messages kept going off. "can you see what they wants?" Angela asked nicely and Fareehs agreed.

Fareeha slowly pulled out, going to check Angela's phone. She smiled at the screen saver of her and Angela of their winter ski trip which also their wedding anniversary they spent in Norway. As she entered in the password, she saw many messages from her work email about stuff for tomorrow, texts from coworkers...then a certain text from Genji.

He sent a shirtless gym photo, showing off his arms, asking her "you up?" Fareeha was instantly annoyed, where did he get off thinking this was a good idea? Plus...hers gains were better. She could also see in previous texts Angela stays professional and doesn't ever try to flirt back. She loved seeing how loyal she was.

"What's wrong..?" she asked, see her wife's jaw clench. Fareeha took her phone to the bed and showed her, making Angela groan in annoyance. But then Fareeha told her, "On your hands and knees. I'm gonna show him that you're mine..." she said as Angela obliged. Angela knew what she was going to do, and she loved it. Fareeha easily slid the silicone cock back into Angela, slowly thrusting. Grabbing her blonde locks, she started to pick up speed again, making her moan out loudly. She looked delicious like this.

Fareeha positioned the phone, hitting the record button. The camera shows Angela's back, the view of Fareeha pulling her hair back as she moaned.

"Who's the pussy is this?" she asked in a breathy voice, hand leaving her hair to smack her ass repeatedly. It make Angela cry out, "It's yours! Only yours Fareeha!" she moaned, whining at the ass slaps. She laced her hands through her hair, grabbing at the scalp to pull again. As Angela moaned out for her, Fareeha flipped the camera to show her face. She gave the camera a smile before ending the video. Before sending the video, she texted him,

"She's busy rn..."

She clicked the send button. Fareeha tossed the phone aside and kept thrusting, her now free hand grabbing ahold of her waist to help with the thrusts. Her grip on her hair never faltered, "Good girl...You love taking this dick.." she said, slapping her ass again. She bit her lip, smiling as she whines at her comment. Angela backed on her strap-on, meeting her thrusts halfway through.

"I love you, mein liebling"

"I love you most, my habiba..."

The next day, Fareeha was walking with Angela as her hand rested on her hip. Angela wore a v-neck, showing off the hickies that was given to her the night before. As they walked to her office from her lunch break, they pasted Genji who seemed timid as her look at Fareeha.

She gave him a smirk as she continued to talk to Angela who was explaining a work thing while looking at her tablet. Her hand that rested on her hip moved into Angela's back pocket, keeping her angel close. She kept her far away from that green sparrow.

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#overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #angela ziegler #mercy ow #mercy overwatch #pharah overwatch #fareeha amari #pharah x mercy #pharmercy #wlw ns/fw #wlw fanfic

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bluerosethornrp · 1 year

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Meet the Muse masterpost

ASK BOX [OPEN]

Art by @haruhiheart

Rosey

Basic facts

24 years old

Blood type AB

Libra sun

Scorpio moon

Leo rising

September birthday.

INTP personality type

Demigirl with she/they pronouns

Personality

Reclusive and prefers to be alone or with a single person. Has a Tsundere attitude that hides a sweet-to-a-fault personality. They are inexperienced much in live due to protective upbringings. Rosey is a very curious soul who has a habit of making friends easily despite her demeanor. It annoys her quite a bit

Her personality also stems from her exploitable disorders. Rosey has depression, anxiety and autism spectrum disorder. Socially she is in a word, Fucked. It has taken many years of work for her to be a social as she is today, even if she finds the results less then ideal. Rosey does not see much worth in herself. She hides it well.

Relationships

Kanato Sakamaki:

In the #sakamaki verse, Rosey takes the place of Yui as the sacrificial bride. Rosey tries to avoid all the sakamakis at all cost, not knowing her purpose inside the house. However she bonds with Kanato with a shared love of sweets. It doesn’t hurt she finds him very attractive when he’s not throwing a hissy fit. Rosey usually just follows along with Kanato on a given day to prevent his temper. Eventually this blossoms into a romance.

Azusa Mukami:

In the #mukami verse, Rosey takes the place of “Eve”. Like with the sakamakis, Rosey does start out avoiding the Mukamis. However with the brothers being more….reasonable —in a word— she is more open with all of them, and finds herself most attracted to Azusa. Rosey’s secret obsession with beautiful art pieces leads her to observing Azusa’s knife collection quite often with Azusa not far behind. This Mutual respect and love for observing things that are beautiful blossoms into a romance.

Other notable relationships:

@yuriko-tsukino-rp

@seaoflove07

These are her friends from across the multiverse. They may have interactions with Rosey on the blog.

Fun facts about Rosey

She likes to to roller skate and owns her own teal and purple skates

She grew up with cats and dogs

She smells like box hair dye, despite her best efforts otherwise.

Her favorite treat is dark chocolate and orange candies

Her favorite food is fried chicken and Mac n cheese.

She hates bones in her food. It freaks her out.

Her favorite flower is blue roses and wants them in her future wedding

Her birthstone is sapphire. She’d like her engagement ring to be a sapphire.

Her love language is gift giving.

THEME SONG

Backstory

Rosey grew up isolated with protective parents. Most of her time was spent reading, writing, drawing and roller skating on her family’s property. When Rosey turned eighteen, her parents died in a freak accident and was left with selling the property, most of her own personal items, and living on the street. One day the church took pity on her and she became a custodian. Due to her stunted social growth and lack of belief in god, Rosey was sent away to live in a mysterious mansion….

THINGS TO KNOW:

Gore, incest, rape, and other activity will not be on this blog. It will be deleted

terfs, racists, nazis or other such things are not welcome here. Leave.

I will roleplay NSFW in discord private chats

I will accept all OCs and canon characters that come into the ask box

You are welcome to DM me. Don’t be a creep in the DMs either

General tags

#Rosey core— things related to the muse

#sakamaki verse— thing related to Rosey and Kanato’s relationship

#mukami verse— things related to Rosey and Azusa’s relationship

#oc interaction— interaction with other peoples oc

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #dialovers oc #pinned post

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vivandachocolate · 11 months

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krovscastlerpg · 2 years

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It’s a special Valentine’s Day Ask Tuesday! To participate, just reblog this post and remember to send asks to the other players participating!

Valentine’s Day Alphabet

send some letters to find out more about my muse !

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

L : LOVE. who does your muse love?

M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?

O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?

X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?

Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?

Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?

A Valentine’s Application

copy and paste and fill out this form in my muse’s inbox if you’d like to be their valentine!

your name:

your age:

your perfect date:

make out in private or in public?:

do you like to cuddle?:

tell me something about you:

why do you want to be my valentine?:

Platonic Valentine's Day Meme

send a symbol for sender's muse to do something for/with the receiver's muse! all of these are meant to be platonic, but slap a +❤️ after it to make it romantic. and if you want to reverse it, add +🔄!

🎁 - sender gives the receiver a present

🍫 - sender gives the receiver a box of chocolates/candy

💐 - sender gives the receiver flowers

🍽️ - sender takes the receiver out to dinner

🍿 - sender watches a movie with the receiver

✂️ - sender does crafts with the receiver

☕ - sender gets coffee with the receiver

🎤 - sender and receiver sing karaoke

💆 - sender gives the receiver a back rub

👟 - sender and receiver go on a walk

🍳 - sender and receiver cook a meal together

🧩 - sender and receiver do a puzzle

💃 - sender and receiver go dancing

⭐ - sender and receiver go stargazing

☀️ - sender and receiver see the sunset/sunrise

😌 - sender and receiver have a spa/pamper day

❄️ - sender and receiver are snowed in

⛄ - sender and receiver play in the snow

🎲 - sender and receiver play a game

🚙 - sender and receiver go on a trip

Ask meme credit(s): x x x

#krovscastletask #anon hour

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Runaway Bride: Joe Velasco x Reader

Tagging: @iyoskyslover @plaidbooks @misscharlielulu @witches-unruly-heart @shay-o-fiction @kimm4710 @ednastvincent @storiesofsvu @magic-multicolored-miracle @rosaliedepp

You were a vision, a dream come true in tulle and ivory and Joe wished with every single fibre of his being that it was him you were going to marry that day. He swallowed hard, his mouth going dry when you turned to face him. A flush of rose across your cheeks, your hair drawn back away from your face in a complicated up do. His chest ached, the agony acute as he leaned against the door frame clad in a fitted navy-blue suit, a white shirt tucked neatly underneath. He didn’t wear a tie, it wasn’t his style, instead he left the top two buttons undone.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” You told him quietly.

“I almost didn’t.” he said looking away, his gaze lingering on your packed overnight bag. “But this isn’t about me.”

A stolen kiss, under the starry sky. Warm lips and a tenderness that spoke volumes. Those eyes, those gorgeous, expressive dark eyes that seemed to see into the depths of your soul.

“I got you something.” He said softly removing a small box from the inside pocket of his suit. “An apology and a wedding gift.”

You opened it, your chest growing tight as you took in the tiny silver pendant in the shape of autumnal leaf. Your mind flashed back to a couple of months ago, the two of you taking a shortcut through the gardens by the courthouse. You’d told him how much you loved the season, the sound of autumn leaves underfoot. He’d made a game of it, the two of you trying to find the crispest leaf with the most satisfying crunch. You’d won and Joe had bought you a S ’mores hot chocolate in lieu of a prize. You remembered the boyish expression on his handsome features during those moments, how light he looked, how happy you’d felt.

You couldn’t speak, the emotion welling in the space where your heart resided as you stared at the memento.

“Here, I’ll put it on you.” He said, his voice rough as he removed it from the box.

You turned to face the full-length mirror, your reflection staring back at you. Joe draped the silver chain over your neckline, before fixing the clasp. His eyes met yours as his gentle hands came to rest on your shoulders. In that moment you saw everything that he was trying to hide. A wild and torrent sea that made you feel like you were drowning.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered, his thumbs lightly brushing over the curve of your neck.

You felt your heart beating against your ribs as you looked at the man you had so recklessly fallen in love with.

“It should be you, Joe.” Your voice hushed as you spoke. “I should be walking down the aisle with you.”

“Yea?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he stared at your reflection

You nodded shakily before turning to face him.

“You’re the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” You told him, your palm coming to rest on his chest.

“I’ve thought about it a thousand times since I met you.” He said softly, his hand coming to over yours and clasping it to his heart. “That night when I kissed you, I wanted to be the man to put that ring on your finger. The one to cherish you, to love you.”

“Do you mean that?” You asked him.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.” He told you, his lips breaking out into a smile as he tilted his head towards the door of the hotel suite. “Let’s get out of here.”

You felt the jubilation bubble in your chest. Your lips breaking into a grin as you clasped his hand tightly in yours, fingers entwining.

The journey through the staff exit was a whirlwind, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the looks that you were getting. All that mattered were these moments with him, the love that you felt. Joe hailed a cab, the two of you climbing into the back as the driver watched in the rear-view mirror.

“Where to?” He asked, adjusting his flat cap.

“The courthouse.” Joe told him, his lips ghosting over the back of your hand as he grinned at you. “I can’t wait any longer to make this woman my wife.”

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super-ion · 2 years

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Ion & Emily - The Unfridgeable Wife

(Ion & Emily Masterpost)

Big grand gestures were Jen's thing. Her idea of date night was an elaborate abduction followed by a candlelit meal, each course more decadent then the last. That was fine. Emily actually liked it. It came with the territory of being married to a supervillain with a dramatic flare.

Emily on the other hand was all about the little everyday things - the morning coffees, fresh cut flowers and all the little things that made Jen smile.

On this particular evening, it was ice cream. They had gotten the mixer attachment as a wedding gift, and Emily figured it would be better to finally take it for a spin then let it languish in the box for another ten months.

With the first batch in the freezer, she found herself digging through the fridge for strawberries when something struck the back of her head. This was immediately followed by a tinkling sound as one of the windows came apart.

"... the hell?" she muttered as she rubbed the back of her head and squinted at the new hole in the window. She blinked down at the floor and the shattered remains of the bullet that had been meant for her head.

Aaaand then she noticed the laser dot on her chest.

The second shot slammed into her chest, briefly knocking the breath out of her. More by instinct than anything, she dropped to the floor and rolled out of the line of sight of her would-be assassin. The third shot barely missed her, punching a hole in the door of the refrigerator with a thunk instead.

"Goddamnit," she hissed as she examined her t-shirt. The chest shot had torn a hole right between the "o" and "v" of "I love my wife". It was one of her favorite shirts. Yeah, the cartoon bunnies were a little cutesie for her taste, but it was comfier than most. More importantly though, every time Jen saw Emily wearing it, Jen got that goofy little smile on her face as she was reminded that she was someone's wife.

And this fucker just ruined it.

Through the broken window, she heard soft footsteps moving through the garden. The guy was probably on his way to the back door to finish the job. As Ion, Jen had collected her share of enemies, both heroes and villains. The assassin was probably meant to send a message, or maybe take out the helpless wife to push Ion over the edge. Whoever sent them and whatever they wanted was something Ion would assuredly take care of later. For now, it was time for the presumed helpless wife to kick some ass.

Early in her aborted superhero career, Emily had learned two important lessons. The first was indestructible did not mean invincible. The longer a fight went on, the greater her chances of being overpowered or incapacitated. The second was that people expect a certain level of self-preservation from their opponents. Being indestructible gave a significant tactical advantage that she could exploit. With both those lessons combined, her combat strategy had always been to get up close and personal and end the fight as quickly and efficiently as possible.

She glanced up at the stove, where the pot had begun to simmer, ruining the second batch of ice cream. Yeah, that would do.

When the back door burst open, her attacker was met with a spray of boiling cream and chocolate. He grunted, more in surprise than pain, as the mixture splattered his armor and mask. That was fine. She had expected armor and such from the kind of black ops prick that would be sent after a super's mundane spouse. The attack had been meant as a distraction anyway and she charged him with the now empty pot.

He whirled to face her and the muzzle of his gun flashed. The shot caught her point blank in the stomach, completely destroying one of the cartoon bunnies… the one holding the rainbow flag.

Oh, fuck this guy, she thought as she swung the pot with all her strength at the spot where his knuckles gripped the gun. She was rewarded with a satisfying crunch and a yelp of proper pain. The barrel swung wide, spraying bullets wildly. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and she had the split second she needed to get past his defenses. He found himself suddenly the subject to a brutal flurry of fists, elbows, knees and stomping feet.

In her teenage years, the combat lessons had been hammered into her, and she still had some of the muscle memory. That said, she was out of practice. She had only been in one actual fight in the past thirteen years... Maybe she would have to train with Ion if this was going to be a regular thing.

Regardless, she somehow managed to get him on the ground, where she brought the pot down on his helmet for good measure.

She was sitting on the kitchen floor eating soupy ice cream when Jen arrived home.

"Hey babe," she called. "Sorry, I'm late. You wouldn't believe-"

Jen stopped abruptly at the sight of the kitchen.

"Hey Jen!" Emily said cheerfully. "Want some ice cream? I was going for like a funfetti cake batter flavor, but it didn't really get a chance to set properly."

Jen's mouth hung open as she took in the wreckage - the unconscious ziptied stranger, the broken window, the spatters of chocolate on the walls and the bullet holes in the fridge.

"Yeah, sorry about the mess," Emily said. "I didn't really get a chance to clean up. Also, I think we need a new fridge."

"The… fridge??" Jen gasped in panic. "Em, forget the fridge! Are you okay??"

"Yeah… well, my shirt's ruined, so I'm kinda bummed about that, but otherwise I'm fine."

Jen's eyes somehow grew wider at the sight of her shirt.

"Hey, come here," Emily said softly as she grabbed Jen's hand and pulled her down to sit next to her. She pulled down the collar of her shirt, revealing smooth, unbroken skin. "See? Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about."

Jen's mouth worked as her brain caught up.

"Okay, but… I'm still going to worry."

Emily smiled and offered Jen the bowl of ice cream.

"I know," she replied and leaned over to press a kiss on Jen's cheek. "I love you."

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