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britswriting · 2 years

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Not A Fan H.S

Summary: Jimmy asks Harry about his girlfriend not being a fan of his music

Request: No

Warnings: One Direction Hater (?) Lol

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (she/her)

MC: Harry Styles, Jimmy Fallon

Rate: Everyone

Word Count: 800(+)

Repost/translations: No

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A/n: I haven't written Harry Styles since 2016.. I'm very rusty and my first completed one shot of him recently, I didn't like.. so here is this. My 2nd attempt since 2016.. and I'm hoping with practice and time we will watch my writing for him get better.. until then.. here is this.. I guess? Interviews are hard to write smh lol. If you have any tips, lmk!

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"So you've finally announced that you have got yourself a girlfriend" Jimmy started, and Harry nodded.

"That I have" Harry agreed, a small smile on his face.

"Now… someone close to you has informed us that your girlfriend is not a fan of you, can you elaborate on that?" Jimmy asked and Harry rolled his eyes before chuckling.

"I need to find out who these sources are" he chuckled. "My girlfriend is not a fan of me, no. She actually gets mad at me if I play One Direction throughout my home" He laughed, Jimmy joining in.

"How does that work? Her not being a fan?" Jimmy asked, Harry shifting a little.

"Erm… well… it's interesting. I'm not sure why I've chosen to fall for a girl who won't feed my ego. She'll tell me straight to my face that it sucks. It took a lot of adjusting. See, Liam got himself a girl who used to be a fan, and I'm convinced I've gotten myself a girl who ran a One Direction hate page on Twitter" Harry laughed, the crowd joining in.

"So how does that work when it comes to your solo stuff? Does she hate that as well?" Jimmy asked, pressing for more insight.

"I'm gonna get an earful when I get home when this is released, but no. She does not like my music. At first I was extremely offended, and had a lot of questions. It's different having a stranger dislike your music, than let's say like my mum or sister. Not everyone will like you.. but you always sort of hope your girlfriend will" Harry pauses "I'm so gonna sleep in the dog house for this. Who even told you guys that?" Harry laughed, slightly uncomfortable knowing how nervous Y/N was to have fans find this out.

Harry loved to tease her about it now, but she was afraid that the teasing would slip, and she’d get all sorts of new hate mail sent her way.

"You'd have to ask our writer team" Jimmy told Harry, who nodded.

"How did you find out she was not a Harry Styles Stan?" Jimmy questioned, wanting to see just how far Harry would go before they switched topics.

"Um, well… you see… I kind of like to blare One Direction whilst I'm working out.. and she was over one day and she walked in on me singing Drag Me Down whilst running on the treadmill.. and it kind of just went from there. I’d like to clarify that she doesn't hate us… we just aren't her music preference, and as much as I'd love to tease her for having our posters hung up in her room, I can accept the fact that she is different. In fact I love that about her, and it doesn't change anything for me about whether she knows every word to every song, or if she knew none at all"

"So is she going to be in the crowd on your tours? Or is she like on your banned list" Jimmy laughed and Harry grinned.

"I don't know actually. I'm positive she'll visit, but I don't know if she will be in attendance. She isn't one to feed my ego as ya know and I'm sure if I asked her how she liked the show, she'd tell me her favorite artist is better. My ego can only take so much ya know" Harry chuckled, the crowd laughing with him.

"So who is this artist in question? Who are you competing with?" Jimmy asked, finding it amusing that Harry's current serious girlfriend is in no way a Harry Styles fan.

"Paramore and Panic! At The Disco. So you can see how um… One Direction doesn't really fit her emo ways. I keep telling her she just had to find the right song, and she'd be hooked" Harry smirked.

"Does she have a favorite song?" Jimmy asked, picking up on that Harry would soon be done on spilling about his current girlfriend's pastimes.

"Of One Direction?" Harry asked, wanting to make sure he was answering Jimmy's question correctly.

"Or yours" Jimmy added and Harry nodded, holding his hands together.

"She likes Alive because of Liam's entrance solo. It's one of the very few songs I'll catch her willingly singing. She also likes Only Angel. She's definitely made me make sure it was in every set I'll ever do" Harry laughed, reminiscing on walking into the sight of his newly girlfriend rocking out to one of his favorite songs.

"Well I'm sure with due time that she will get on board with the One Direction infection, and hopefully you spilling the beans on her doesn't cause you too much trouble! Coming up we have Harry Styles performing his newest single As It Was, and later tonight I have a surprise for Mr. Harry Styles. Stay tuned, we'll be right back!"

Thought of on: May 9th 2022

Written on: May 10th 2022

#harrystylesfluff #harrystyles #harries #harry's house #harrychella #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles drabble #writing #creativewriting #rusty #interview #harry styles interview #jimmy fallon #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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darkstar225 · 7 months

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Twice's 10th member throws a tantrum because of college (same-) ft SNSD's Tiffany as GF

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend Thira490, who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I really love your book and I want to request where y/n is dating Tiffany snsd and y/n throws a tantrum because of homework from school and the members were worried so jihyo called Tiffany and told her what happened and Tiffany came to the dorm to calm y/n down and help her with the homework. Thank u ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N sat at her desk in the dorm room, her laptop open in front of her, and piles of textbooks scattered across the table. Her college assignments and exams were looming over her, and the stress was beginning to take its toll. She had always been a diligent student, but the demands of being a college student and a member of TWICE had become increasingly challenging to manage.

Dating Tiffany from Girls' Generation had its perks, including having a loving and supportive partner, but it also meant balancing her busy idol life with her academic responsibilities. Today, her college work had pushed her to the brink, and TWICE's sunshine couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

She let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her temples.

Y/N - I can't do this. It's just too much. *frowns*

Down the hall, the other members of TWICE exchanged concerned glances. Their maknae had been locked in her room for hours, and they could hear her occasional outbursts of frustration.

Jihyo, as the group's leader and Y/N's mama, decided to check on her. She knocked gently on her kid's door before entering.

Jihyo - Baby, are you alright?

The mentioned girl looked up from her laptop, her eyes red from stress and exhaustion.

Y/N - I don't know, omma. This college workload is driving me insane. *tears up*

Jihyo approached and sat down beside Y/N, offering a comforting smile.

Jihyo - You don't have to go through this alone, my love. We're all here for you.

Y/N sighed, feeling a mixture of gratitude and guilt.

Y/N - I know, mama... But I hate burdening you all with my college stuff. You have your own schedules and responsibilities.

Jihyo placed a reassuring hand on her youngest child's shoulder.

Jihyo - You're not a burden, honey. We're like a family, and we'll always be here to support you. But if this is too much, maybe we can call Tiffany unnie. She's really smart, and I'm sure she'll help you.

The maknae's eyes brightened at the suggestion. Tiffany was not only her girlfriend but also her rock and her source of strength. She was incredibly intelligent, and the thought of having her by her side made the daunting task ahead seem a little less insurmountable.

Y/N - Do you think she'd come over? *shining eyes*

Jihyo - I'm sure she would. Let me give her a call. *nodding*

As Jihyo dialled Tiffany's number, Y/N felt a surge of hope. She knew that Tiffany would drop everything to help her, and the thought of having her there was like a lifeline in her turbulent sea of stress.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was in the middle of a dance rehearsal when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Jihyo. Concerned, she quickly picked up.

Tiffany - Hello?

Jihyo - Hey, Tiffany unnie... *anxious tone*

Jihyo - Our Y/N is having a bit of a meltdown over her college work. Do you think you could come over and help her out?

Tiffany's heart sank at the news. She loved her girl more than anything, and the idea of her being upset tore at her.

Tiffany - Of course, Jihyo. I'll be there as soon as I can.

With a sense of urgency, Tiffany left the practice room and headed toward the TWICE dorm. Her mind raced with worry about what might have caused her lovely girlfriend to reach this breaking point.

Back at the dorm, Y/N anxiously paced back and forth in her room, her anxiety growing with every passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was drowning in her college work. The pressure was suffocating, and it felt like a heavy weight on her chest.

When the doorbell rang, Y/N practically sprinted to answer it. She swung the door open and was greeted by the sight of Tiffany, her saviour and partner, standing there with a comforting smile.

Tiffany enveloped TWICE's honeybee in a warm hug, and she buried her face in Tiffany's shoulder, letting out a shaky breath.

Y/N - I'm so glad you're here, Tiffy.

Tiffany pulled back slightly to cup Y/N's face, brushing away a tear that had escaped.

Tiffany - I'll always be here for you, babe. Now, show me this daunting college work of yours.

Y/N led Tiffany to her room, where the textbooks and papers were scattered like a hurricane had torn through. Tiffany took a deep breath and began sorting through the chaos, trying to make sense of it all.

As she explained some of the concepts and worked through the assignments with Y/N, Tiffany couldn't help but admire her girlfriend's dedication and intelligence. Y/N's determination was one of the things that had drawn Tiffany to her in the first place.

Tiffany - You're doing great, boo. Let's tackle this step by step. *encouraging smile*

With Tiffany's patient guidance, the maknae gradually regained her confidence. They worked through each assignment together, and the younger girl's anxiety began to ebb away. Tiffany's presence was like a soothing balm for her frayed nerves.

As the hours passed, the other TWICE members checked in on them, bringing snacks and words of encouragement. They were relieved to see their youngest smiling and making progress with Tiffany's help.

By the time they had finished, Y/N's college work was complete, and she felt a sense of accomplishment she hadn't felt in days. She looked at Tiffany with gratitude shining in her eyes.

Y/N - I couldn't have done this without you, Tiffy.

Tiffany brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N's face and kissed her forehead.

Tiffany - I'll always be here to help you, my luv. You're never alone in this.

Y/N hugged Tiffany tightly, her heart overflowing with love and relief.

Y/N - I love you so much, Tiffy.

Tiffany - I love you too, my dear. *whispering as she held her girl close*

The night wore on, and as Y/N drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel incredibly fortunate to have Tiffany by her side. With her girlfriend's unwavering support, she knew she could conquer any challenge that came her way, whether it was college assignments or the demanding life of an idol.

And as for TWICE, they couldn't have been happier to see their youngest member smiling again, knowing that they were all there for each other through thick and thin. This made them all share the same thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 9 months

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i’m responding to this message and sharing via screenshot because if i reply regularly, i won’t be able to block this dump heap’s IP address from successfully sending me asks. buckle up! what they said is in response to this:

if you think you’re going to step into my ask box on some “emvan just had a toxic relationship, evan was not a victim” bullshit in the form of a novel-length message, your IP address will be blocked and it’ll be the last one from you i see. don’t worry, i know how to type, too. you absolutely will not have a platform to victim blame and try and give credibility to a false narrative that pulls harmful allegations out of thin air. that is irresponsible and offensive on many levels. no one with a functioning brain inside their skull takes your garbage opinion seriously or wants to be nauseated by the stench of your disgusting (lack of) morals on this blog. but allow me to take you to task below.

1. evan’s girlfriends are not “always” portrayed as as the bad guy. you do not hear people speaking negatively about alexia, alexandria or haley except for the group of people who are jealous and will hate any woman their fav is dating. which is a different conversation and quite frankly should not even be entertained.

2. we are not just hearing one side of the story. if there are 100 negative stories, anecdotes, rumors, blind items AND emma was arrested for DV, it’s not that there is only one side of the story being portrayed - she is simply the only one raising hell and being an abusive monster to evan and everyone else in her vicinity. you are a sick and disturbed individual to try and flip the script and use ACTING roles to try and bolster your slanderous allegations. why don’t you just say you don’t believe men can be victims of domestic abuse and keep it moving, you demon?

3. what about halsey? she is known to be a tumultuous person with her own mental health struggles. she does not have a good track record of her own like you are seemingly insinuating. and i kindly request that you educate yourself before you speak, or minimally, before you peak your painted clown face into my ask box and exhaust me with your pathetic drivel. evan never liked, retweeted or condoned anything racist. that accidental retweet included. halsey is a troubled and bitter woman who was in love with evan before she ever met him, and was butthurt she was merely a rebound for him and they were not on the same page.

4. no, halsey would not “know him best” and her liking that tweet means jack. if she had her way i’m sure she’d have like 3 kids with evan by now and wouldn’t be liking tweets. she doesn’t actually care, she also loves fucking matty healy lmao as i already said she was butthurt. shocking and groundbreaking: an angry ex likes a defamatory tweet about said ex.

5. frances absolutely didn’t deserve a hate blog, much less the multiple different blogs some losers ran on this app.. but people believing she was using him for clout and money have legitimate reason to argue this because she has professed to being a sugar baby, and intentionally cultivated an unlikeable and problematic online persona. people just took the bait.

and finally.. i’d love for you to name the “problematic behaviors” you take issue with and cite a source other than the voices in your head or wattpad fan fictions you’ve read…. but not here because you’re blocked and you can go to hell ❤️ you may not be an asslicker, but you are a bad person for victim-blaming someone who experienced domestic violence at the hands of someone you’re doing gymnastics to defend. congratulations! now go back to twitter.

#evan peters #emma roberts

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sokkadora · 1 year

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willow — rider x reader

chapter one: hello rainbow road

summary: after being separated from your girlfriend during a small minotaur army swarmed you two and her horse, you and horse need to find your way home.

a/n: i wanted to post this on wattpad but it feels like it belongs here more?? i think i’m the first mf to write for rider as well so 😭 enjoy???? ALSO. my updates for these series take forever ☹️

wc:

warnings: mentions of war, death, bleeding, guns, and other war stuff… ??

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when you met Rider if anyone asked you, it felt as if you've been together since you were first brought into the world. But you never saw each other as siblings, since you had no idea of what family really is.

Perks of growing up during the middle of a war.

You were a master markswoman at only nineteen, self-taught, but the best anyone of anyone in the army. You simply watched how the other men did it as a curious and determined kid who hadn't even hit their double digits yet, snuck off with a gun, and taught yourself how to do it better.

That's how you first spoke to Rider, actually. You were practicing with your makeshift targets and she was walking with her horse called— ...well, Horse.

So… creative?

You definitely teased her about it.

She stayed with you and watched, chatting whenever you had to reload your weapon or take a drink of water. She was dorky and had the strangest rambles, but there was this near-instantaneous connection between you two, and you became absolutely enamored with each other, and Horse grew to see you as family too.

You grew up in war, and as such, you became a source of comfort for each other and a shoulder to cry on. Solo mission? The other would be right there with food and water once the other got back. Badly hurt from a mission? The other would be right at the others side with first aid and worried (but loving) scolding.

And if you ever had missions that you had to pair up with someone, it would always be Rider. And for her, it would always be you. As it would be for everything else in life.

You realized you had a terribly obvious crush on her when you were about just in the middle of your teens, and she realized when she was as well. It was painful to dance around her and to ignore your feelings until you both turned sixteen, but Horse definitely dealt with that.

She had trapped you too in the stable closet for hours, patiently waiting outside for some sign of confession. And lo and behold, she got it.

It was awkward seeing Rider, having been avoiding her, but after around an hour and a half of longing stares, lip bites, and awkward one-liners thrown out randomly, feelings were finally spilled.

The past three years with Rider have been amazing, and although you've had your ups and downs, you really love her. Your partner in (war) crime.

Which is where you are now, clutching onto Rider's waist as you and she galloped on Horse out of the abandoned but minotaur-ridden castle to get the Artifact.

The rain pouring onto you was unwanted and definitely not appreciated since your outfit didn't cover almost every inch of skin like Rider's. The girl in front of ripped the arrow off her armor, and took her cape off, handing it to you.

You smiled softly and swung it around your shoulders, and scooted forward, hips pressed together as you pressed your cheek to her warm back. You wished you could be half as warm as her, maybe it was time for a new uniform.

After a little while longer, she scooted away from you and hopped off Horse, and led her across a rope bridge as you gently braided Horse's hair. Once across, she unsheathed her sword and cut the bridge, and you all watched it fall.

She turned back to you and Horse gently patting her before turning to you. "You alright, sweetheart?" She asked gently, walking over and patting your thigh as she looked up at you.

You smiled dotingly at her, and gently placed your hand over hers. "Besides being a little cold and hungry? I'm okay." You reassured and she nodded, puckering her lips softly, signaling she wanted a kiss. You chuckled, and leaned down, pressing your lips to her slightly chapped ones for a moment before pulling away. "You did good back there."

Rider grinned, pulling herself back up, which made you scoot back. "You think?" She asked eagerly, and you nodded, wrapping your arms around her waist again and placing your chin on her shoulder as she guided Horse to keep going. "Thanks, babe. You did great too. I mean that one headshot you got on that minotaur? Crazy!"

You snicker together, and it's nice. It's very nice. You have everything you need right now - your friends together, your sweet, dumb girlfriend by your side making you happy, and it's a nice distraction from the war.

You came upon your village, unsuspecting, but your moods immediately dropped upon seeing it decimated and fire spreading all over it despite the aggressive downpour.

Your heart dropped, and you slid off Horse before Rider, feet carrying you down to it almost unconsciously, hopeful that there may be some—any survivors. But nothing.

Tears welled your eyes, and you furrowed your brows, mouth flattening as you fought back sobs. You looked down to see a small tiger stuffy, and you kneeled to get it. The mud-soaked it, and it wasn't very fluffy, but it was still a child's. And they're never going to get this back again.

This was just a part of war that you had never adjusted to, and you didn’t think anyone ever could. Having those you love ripped away from you in a heartbeat because of you misstep, one mistake — and then, you never get another day with them again.

You heard Horse whinny in distress, stood and turned back to watch Rider begin comforting her, singing their lullaby as they made their way down to you.

Rider has always been good at pulling others out of their own ruts, no matter how impulsive she acted while doing so. She was always able to put a smile on your face or help you feel a little braver when you felt scared or hurt.

Horse whinnied again, but as they approached you, who was standing completely still, tiger clutched to your chest in one hand and Rider's cape in the other.

She gently placed a hand on your shoulder, and you turned to see Horse and her looking worried. You slowly stepped towards Rider, placing your head o. her shoulder as silent tears began falling. She let go of Horse's reigns to hold you tightly, eyes squeezing shut as you cried into her neck.

Horse huffed and nudged you softly with her muzzle, and it got your attention enough for you to lift your head, pulling away from Rider as she kept her hands on your torso. You gently ran a hand up and down her snout, and Rider gently guided you back onto Horse, getting on herself and riding through the burning village.

You settled in an outpost for a few, letting Horse calm down as Rider gave her an apple and you sat down, rubbing your eyes gently as you kept the tiger close to you.

Horse settled, eating some grass off a patch on the ground as Rider made her way over to you, looking worried. You held up her cape to her, and she took it, reattaching it before sliding down a wooden post, sitting beside you.

"Hey," She said softly, and you seemed attentive, even if you didn't respond verbally. Your gaze was locked on the stuffed animal sitting in front of you, your mind flooded with guilt as you pulled your knees to your chest. "(Y/n)."

She doesn't usually use your name, so this caught your attention, (e/c) eyes flickering up to meet her deep blue gaze.

"There she is." Rider smiled, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A tender and comforting gesture that has your face heating up and your heart warming. "You alright?"

A shake of your head tells her all she needs to know. You're an open book for her, after gently taking those walls down instead of trying to demolish them on sight, you've never been scared to wear your heart on your sleeve with Rider.

She moved closer, and placed a hand on your thigh. "We're gonna get through this. We always do. It’s you and me, right?" You nod, turning your head and resting your chin on your knee as your stared up at Rider. "We just need to get the Artifact to the General, and not die."

You started on your way again, but after a few short-lived moments of peace, you were running from more minotaurs.

Rider hopped back onto Horse after tapping the Artifact on her hip, making sure it's still there. You reached back, detaching your rifle from your waist, and grabbed it, unfolding it and turning around to shoot the minotaurs.

Panic began flooding into your veins, but you pushed it down. You and Rider have got this, there was nothing you couldn't handle, right?

Rider took a spear off a fallen minotaur as Horse galloped by it, twirling it over her head and throwing it back at the minotaurs. She pat your thigh — a physical anchor — not to make sure you're okay, just to make sure you're there. That you're real. You tap her forearms a few times before she holds a hand out, and you maneuver your way over her, and then in front of her, legs flopped over hers.

"Hello." You say, slightly winded.

"Hey." She smiles, and then she's making a clicking noise, propping herself up as she prepares herself to be launched by Horse.

You hated being on Horse while this happened.

You gripped the saddle tightly as Horse jumped a few times, before finally bucking Rider off and giving you a clear opportunity to shoot more minotaurs.

She landed back on and you kept riding, preparing to make the leap across the gap, but a minotaur threw his weapon, knocking Horse down and sending the two of you flying off of Horse.

The Artifact skid across the dirt near the edge. The moment your eyes landed on it you took off running, a minotaur right behind you along with Horse and Rider. Horse kicked the minotaur off the edge, attempting to stop upon seeing you holding the Artifact, but she didn’t have enough time. Horse knocked you off, and went down with you. You screamed before turning and grabbing the back of the saddle and Rider skid to her knees go grab the Artifact and stop you and Horse from falling.

You shrieked as you gripped the horse's saddle tightly, legs grabbing her middle as Rider held you two up with the Artifact between her hands and Horse's mouth. Horse’s hooves pushed on the ridges of the cliff shakily. You folded up your gun to the best of your ability with shaky hands, and looked up at Rider, who was on the verge of tears as she grunted, trying to pull you two up.

“Stay with me!” She exclaimed, voice strained.

Horse's hooves were trying to land of the dent in the cliff wall that might help her up, but nothing. And you knew if you moved any further Horse would slip completely. Minotaurs were coming, and Rider needed a shot of getting out of there alive, so you swallowed your heartbreak, grabbed your dagger, and gave Rider one last smile.

"I love you."

“No!”

And you cut the string, letting yourself cry as you gripped Horse and Rider cried out after you. There was so much you hadn't seen and done, that you wanted to do with Rider and Horse. Share a real, good dinner, not the full tasting ration bars that you were only allowed once a day, live together, maybe start a family. It didn't have to be kids, maybe another animal.

Watch a sunset after the war and finally know peace.

But just as you thought you'd never get that, you woke up on some soft grass. You groaned, at the sudden stop, but rolled onto your back. You blink your eyes open, and there’s a blurry figure hovering above you. “Rider?”

But as your eyes adjust, you’re shocked to see something with a large head and eyes, a long neck, and blue hair standing over you.

You screamed immediately, clumsily reverse somersaulting away from whatever it was.

"Stranger danger! Wammawink!" She called out, looking away, and you took this time to scramble off, sprinting as fast as you could.

The world around you was so bright and vibrant with colors, it almost made you want to throw up. Although, this might’ve been how your world looked before the war crash landed there. You suddenly remembered that Horse fell with you, and you gasped, looking around.

"Butt-door, that's a butt-door." You heard a voice ramble behind you, and you grabbed your rifle and pointed it at the voice. Horse lurched to a stop, eyes wide. "(Y/n)!"

"Horse!" You exclaimed, lowering your gun, but then as she was stepping closer, you raised it again because why the FUCK was she able to speak. "Why can you talk?!"

Horse seemed to fumble with her words before speaking again, and you narrowed your eyes, "I-I don't know! But we have to get out of here."

#rider x reader #rider centaurworld x reader #centaurworld rider x reader #centaurworld x reader #centaurworld #centaurworld fic #centaurworld rider

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 23)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: fluffy smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.4k

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Chapter 23 - Exalted Entanglements

I sighed, reading the same paragraph for the fifth time. My final recital song was constantly playing through my head, the discordant note I never seemed to get right resonating louder than the rest. I really should go practice. I needed it. The recital was coming up in just a few weeks. Dr. Brooke would skin me alive if I messed up that same measure again this week.

I turned a page backwards to re-start this section. I needed to finish this chapter before school tomorrow. Only then would I let myself get back to the hellish piece Dr. Brooke was punishing me with.

"Hey you," I heard softly from the doorway. I looked up from my book, my grin stretching my cheeks. Em was rarely home on the weekends; she had been working so much. Before me, she had worked on paperwork right after a case. She never minded staying late at Quantico. But now, she had something to come home to and she never did paperwork. Apparently, that had caught up with her and most of her free weekends were spent in the office catching up.

"Get everything done?" I asked.

"Not quite. I've at least caught up to this month, though," she said ruefully. Her long legs crossed the library in a few strides, and she plopped next to me with a heavy sigh. "I think I left my brain at Quantico," she said through a large yawn.

"Awe baby," I cooed at her. Stretching my arms wide, "Come here." Emily settled into my side and pecked the side of my head. "Lay down," I commanded softly.

Emily settled her head in my lap, and my hand immediately fell to her hair, petting the top of her head gently. Within minutes, her breathing slowed, and her feet rubbed together like they always did when she was asleep. I smiled softly, content to be her pillow. I only wished I could see her peaceful, sleeping face better. I relished our sweet, silent moment together, loving the fact that she felt so safe with me. I couldn't help but feel grateful I felt so safe with her, too. Amazed to so quickly find a home in her.

I turned back to my book; my recital piece could wait. Em's sleep was far more important, and I didn't want to disturb her. Not that it was a hardship to lay with her. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than to lay lazily with Emily on the couch. Especially because we hadn't had a weekend together in ages.

I finished my chapter, concentration issues gone now that Emily was here. She slept so long, I even read next week's chapter. This silence and tranquility re-centered me. I wished Emily would let me be there for her more. It thrilled me to be a source of comfort and strength for her.

"Mmm," Emily hummed. I felt her turn over and mumble, "That feels nice, angel."

I looked down at her looking up at me through sleepy eyes. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mmm," she rubbed her eyes softly. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly, but I needed that."

"I know, babe. I wish you slept more," I lamented. I put my book the side so I could caress her face, drawing one finger down the line of her strong jaw. Her eyes closed in pleasure for a brief moment, and then she grabbed my hand and turned to kiss the palm. Her lips trailed down to my wrist, her tongue sneaking out to flick against my pulse point. I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster; Emily always excited me.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked after a few seconds.

I picked my book back up. "This novel for my lit class. I was a bit behind," I rambled, "but I went to the bookstore a few days ago, so now I'm catching up. I don't know how I missed it on the syllabus at the beginning of the semester, but I did. Anyway," I rolled my eyes at myself, "I've got it now."

Emily's brows furrowed. "Did you put it on your school account? I didn't see a bill."

"No, I just went to Barnes & Noble," I brushed it off. My fingers wrapped themselves around the tiny hairs framing Em's face. She was so fucking beautiful, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"How much was it?"

"It was only $30 – no big deal!" I internally paused. No big deal. Look how far I'd come. Last semester, if I had a surprise book I forgot to buy for the semester, I'd have a freak out about how I would find an extra thirty dollars in the budget. "I just used the card you gave me."

"Baby," she chided softly. "That's not for school stuff. I'll transfer money later this evening."

"Don't worry about it." She sat up with a scathing look. I knew better than to tell Emily what to do – especially about money. "It's all your money," I defended anyway. "What does it matter which giant pool of money it comes from?"

She sighed and combed her messy nap hair through her fingers. "It matters to me, love. I still want to take care of you, no matter what you are to me. I'll always take care of you."

Her soft voice, dripping with sincerity, caused my heart to stutter. I hadn't felt so safe or loved since I moved to DC. This city was always so cold, the people detached. Everyone was always thinking about whose neck they could step on to get ahead in this city. It was hostile; no room for found family. And I had no more blood family to fall back on.

I couldn't help it; I launched myself into her arms. I needed to make Emily feel just as special as she made me feel. My lips pressed against hers instantly. But I needed more. I swung a leg over her lap to pull myself closer to her. But it wasn't close enough. My lips were frantic, my fingers pulling at her shirt.

"Baby," Emily gasped in surprise. "I just woke up! Let me catch up."

"Hurry," I begged, already breathless, "I need you."

I nipped at her lips while I tangled my fingers into her hair. "Baby, slow down," she commanded softly. Her lips, deliberately slow, calmed my frenzy. She sucked softly on my bottom lip, pulling a groan deep from chest. Her hands smoothed down my body, settling on my hips. She helped me rock them against her thigh; I wanted to move faster, but her hands forced an excruciating, teasing pace. Her lips trailed down my neck, still sucking, leaving a trail of her saliva. "We have all the time in the world," she murmured against my neck.

I rocked my hips harder, signaling to her I needed it faster. Her hands slid around to the tops of my thighs. "My my," she teased, mischief coloring her voice, "You are needy, aren't you?" Her fingers trailed softly up my thighs, raising goosebumps the higher they rose.

All I could manage was a whimpered, "please," as I buried my face in her neck, my hips continuing to rock.

Her hand slipped underneath my shorts, and her finger traced over my panties. "Please what?" I didn't need to see her face to know she was smirking. I should have been annoyed at her arrogance; I should have been embarrassed that she could rile me up so quickly. But all I could focus on was getting her finger on my bare skin, getting her inside of me.

"Emily," I whimpered. "PL-" I gasped as she pushed my panties to the side and plunged one finger inside of me. "Yes," I hissed. I pushed my hips as low as they would go to get her deeper. I grabbed the back of the couch and started pumping against her finger. "Em," I begged, "More. Please."

"My greedy baby," she cooed, but blessedly added another finger. "So wet for me already. So needy."

I was growing incoherent. I couldn't help myself when she spoke to me like that. Her low, husky voice – teasing and sexy – never failed to cease any thought but getting off. I had no control over the noises coming from my mouth. They were all for Emily.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers." Her other hand moved up the front of my body. She lightly traced my lips before pushing her thumb in my mouth. I sucked on her finger, trying to stay quiet.

"Harder," I moaned around her finger, pushing my hips down as far as I could.

"You need it deeper?" I simply nodded. As she pulled her fingers out, I whimpered in protest. "Be patient, baby. Lay back," she said gently. She pushed softly against me, helping me lay on the couch. She ghosted her fingertips up my legs as I settled my head against the arm of the couch.

"Em-"

"I said be patient," she reminded. Her fingers hooked over the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my legs. "Be good for me and be patient."

She wasted no more time. Her head fell between my legs, and she licked up my slit once before sucking on my clit. "Oh god," I groaned. One hand pushed her hair out of the way while the other tightly squeezed the couch cushion. "More," I begged. I felt her exhaled chuckle tickle my skin, but she didn't say anything. She slid one long finger inside me. She pushed into me so slowly I thought I'd combust. She curled her finger slightly and then pulled back out. Before I could protest again, she slammed two fingers into me roughly. "Ung," I grunted. "Fuck."

I sprinted to my peak, my stomach muscles tightening deliciously in anticipation. "Emily, Emily," I chanted. I couldn't think of any other words. The only thing I knew was Emily. All I could feel was Emily. "Emily!" I rocked my hips in time with her tongue and keened as I reached my release. My muscles relaxed, and I melted into the couch. I threw an arm over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

Emily pressed a kiss to each thigh and hip bone, and then trailed a line of kisses up my abdomen. "Mmm," I moaned as the waves of my orgasm dwindled slowly. How was it possible she always made me feel so good?

My earlier passion turned into a yearning to be close to her again. I hadn't noticed before, but Emily had only half stripped me. I pushed Emily back and pulled my shirt over my head. "I want to feel you close," I whispered sheepishly.

"Closer than in between your legs?" she teased. Though smirking, she shed her own shirt and laid down between my legs. She rested her chin on my belly, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. I sighed in contentment. I would never get enough of Emily like this. The majesty of being this intimate would never lessen.

I tilted my head to the side, resting my head in my hand. "Thank you, baby," I whispered. With my free hand, I ran my fingers through her silken hair. I tried to untangle the knots I had created earlier.

"You look so beautiful like this," she muttered. It was almost as if she were talking to herself. "The lighting is perfect," she mused.

"For what?"

Her head snapped up. "Don't move. I mean it. Please, just let me-" She stood up and raced out of the room. I sat up halfway in confusion. I had been enjoying the connection and tranquility of just laying together. Emily always brought me such peace.

I waited a few seconds, but it felt longer due to my confusion about what she was doing. She returned with a sketch pad and charcoal. Realization dawned on me that she wanted to draw me. I was incredibly flattered to be her muse. She leaned down, brushing a kiss against my forehead. "My angel," she whispered. "You are so pretty. I have to draw you. You are so fucking beautiful."

She sat down and opened her sketch book. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly. Slowly, through her impossibly long lashes, she looked up at me from her spot on the floor. "Don't move," she warned seriously. And she was off.

I tried to peek at her work, but she had angled the paper so that I couldn't see. But that didn't preclude me from seeing Emily's hands swiping back and forth over the paper. She made endless, quick, harsh flicks against the paper, and then she would go back and smudge over the lines with her fingers. It was fascinating watching her. And now obvious why she was always covered in charcoal when she was done drawing.

Emily had failed to put a shirt back on, and watching her do what she loved while half naked was distracting. I shifted onto my side to get a better view. "Tilt your chin up," she interrupted my musings. I wordlessly complied. If the price of getting to cum like I just did was letting her draw me afterwards and get to stare at her half naked, I'd gladly lay and pose for her.

After several minutes, I nearly fell asleep. Relaxed in our quiet, peaceful library, the slight scratch of her charcoal over the paper lulled me into a trance. I lost track of time in my half-asleep daze, only to be awoken by Emily's soft "Okay." My eyes snapped open and looked towards her judging her finished work.

"Can I see?" I wondered.

She shifted and stood, clutching her sketch in a way so as to hide it from me. She traced one finger up my neck and under my jaw, tilting my head back. She leaned down to place a soft, sucking, wet kiss on the underside of my jaw. I sighed and tilted my neck further back. "The slope of your jaw is…" She trailed off, losing herself in lavishing my neck with attention.

"Is what?" I asked breathlessly.

"Divine."

I pushed her sketch book out of her hands – I could always look at her work later – and pulled her towards me. She came willingly, settling on top of me once again to start this all again.

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#🌬 fics #tastes like sugar #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x oc #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds au #wlw writing

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ihearyou-jikook · 1 year

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Hi, it's the same anon. First of all, thank you for being so polite, kind and understanding as to answer a topic that probably gets tiring and repetitive, especially when Taekookers love to bring it up, especially now that Taennie is out.

You are right about that: my favorite jikook blogs (besides you) have received asks from bitter Taekookers, telling them that they hope Jungkook will also appear with a woman soon, and we'll all be crying too. "Just you wait", one of them said.

Funny how they were setting themselves up for failure and still find a way to hate on us.

In my opinion, that behavior tells me one thing: they do not care or see Jungkook as a human being. They only liked him because of their delusional ship, and now that Taehyung is out and proudly about with his girlfriend, they change the narrative and Jungkook is suddenly straight once again.

(IImo, he's queer. I could be wrong, of course, but I have yet to see Jungkook looking interested in a woman. I've seen a few videos of people claiming he's looking at girls, and it's never as deep as they make it sound. He can't even mindlessly glance at a girl without people being like oh he's in love with her. If that's how it is then I'm in love with half of the planet, because sometimes I glance at people and I'm not even thinking anything tbh.

I've noticed that some fans often want to force this fuckboy image on him (too much Wattpad), when he's actually so, so sweet and looks like he would be so dedicated and infatuated to whoever he falls in love with (jimin, imo)).

And yes, about Jungkook covering the tattoos Mijoo did for him, I also heard that. He covered a lot of tattoos with Polyc, and they look a lot better now tbh. I don't know why, but I don't feel good vibes from her. I think her and her staff used Jungkook. I don't know if she really had a boyfriend? People say she said she did/does, while denying the rumors, but personally I have never seen it. But a lot of people say the same thing, so it's probably true.

Anyway, I miss Jikook! Manifesting a Jikook live over here 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you again!!!!! Your answer was great.

Anon, you are sweet 💜💛💜

Thank you for sending your ask! I love when we can have conversations like this 😁 && I'm shy about you mentioning fav Jikook blogs, hehe. 😳😳😳

Yup, I agree the things you've said. You're right about Tkkrs. They are scrambling so hard right now because they safeguarded themselves from Taennie for too long and they are self-destructing. They absolutely used JK for their ship.

Meanwhile, we're over here like...

I am with you, I would love to see a Jikook live 😳 but you know that they can't help themselves and act up when they're together 🤣🤣🤣

You my friend, get a koala Mimi

Cr. Moonlit night

&& a Kookie manhandling a Mimi

Cr. Here

#anon ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook

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ohjustkreat · 1 year

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Moments In Between

A Shuriri x Riri One-Shot series

Available on Wattpad/AO3

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A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you guys are enjoying this series.

Prompt: Riri gets Jealous

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Chapter 3

“Jaded love”

A still groggy Riri turned over in her bed to only find emptiness. She continued to feel for a warmth she knew wasn't there. Rather out of instinct or hope, she couldn't determine. Every morning had been the same as the one before recently. Her only company being the silk sheets she was currently wrapped in. Curling back into herself, Riri sat with herself. The coldness of the morning seeped into her covers. There were not enough blankets though to feel the void of her missing lover. Obligations to her people kept her in her lab as of late.

Rolling over, Riri begrudgingly got out of bed. Her own duties, calling her out of the bed and to face the day. She walked across the bare floor, feet meeting the coolness of the wooden floors. As the silence of the room played like an old melody. One she wanted to forget, but was played in every corner of the room. Dragging herself through her morning routine, Riri eventually was ready to start her day. On her way out the door, she noticed Shuri had left her workbag.

"Forgetful. As always." Grabbing the bag, she made a note to stop by the lab on her way to her first meeting of the day. Riri headed out the door of their shared quarters, starting her day without her person. Something she had not and did not want to get used to.

After a brief walk she came upon the lab As she got closer her ears were met with the sound of laughter. Almost instantly she recognized the source. Shuri. But she wasn't alone. Someone unfamiliar. A woman. A beautiful woman was laughing with her girlfriend. her hand playfully swatting at Shuri's shoulder.

"Ahem" Riri said standing in the doorway. Her hand sitting promptly on her hip, and anger ridden on her face.

"Oh, good morning ,babe." Shuri said, oblivious to her girlfriend's building anger.

"Mm, Good morning. babe." Riri responded, a dangerous tone in her voice. " I was just stopping by because you left your work bag."

"Oh, I didn't even notice. This morning has just been so busy. Oh, Uh, Liyema this is my girlfriend Shuri." Shuri said as she began to walk over to where Riri was still standing. Shuri was surprised, as she leaned in for a kiss only to be met with Riri's cheek.

"Everything okay, babe?" Shuri asked lowly, but feeling as if she already knew the answer.

"Of course, I'll see you at home." And with that Riri turned on her heels and began to march out of the lab. Garnering looks of attention as she left. Nothing had to be said or heard, the energy was felt. And the owners of those looks made a point to stay out of her way. It had almost become custom for the couple's peers and anyone in proximity of them to stay out of the way of either person during one of their arguments. Among those lookers was Aneka, who unlike many others was not scared of either woman. Riri avoided her look as she did the others, but that did not stop Aneka from approaching her.

"So, what is it this time?" The warrior asked.

"What are you even talking about, Aneka?"

"Hm, if you had to lie for your life, we'd be planning your funeral right now." Aneka said, biting back her laughter, eliciting a glare from Riri.

Riri sighed in defeat as she rolled her eyes, " I don't even know. it's just this bitch Liyema or who the hell ever had her hands all over Shuri. Do you know the last time I had my hands all over her? Or even woke up next to her? I sure as hell don't. And between that and her always being at work, I just- it's too much. And knowing that someone else has more access to my girlfriend than I do...that really just pushed me over the edge." Riri ran her hands down her braids and exhaled heavily. Being able to vent was refreshing for once.

Aneka watched the woman in front of her. Usually she would laugh at Riri's rants, but she could tell she was really struggling with this.

"Have you told her any of this? Besides just now of course."

"No, I haven't had the time. We're usually too busy. Maybe if I was a blueprint or a project, she'd spend some time with me." Riri responded, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. Not from sadness, but frustration.

"I'm not sure if there is a right or wrong answer in this situation. I do know that as much as you two put your people first, you often forget about yourselves. Relationships included. You're supposed to navigate the waters of life together. When the ship gets off course, talk to your co-captain. Communication is key, Riri. I know you two will figure it out. Now, I have some training to do so we can continue this conversation later." Aneka said.

"I can't say you're wrong. Thanks, Aneka."

"Anytime, Riiri." Aneka said as she began to walk in the opposite direction. Pausing and turning around a smile began to form on her face, "Oh, and Riri? If that had been me, not even the Black Panther would have been able to get me off of her." Aneka added as she winked and walked away.

"Riri laughed as she continued on her walk back to her first meeting.

As she entered the conference room, any distractions and thoughts of her current problems began to fade away from her mind. All of her work day was dedicated to the project and team she had been a part of. The day seemed to fly by as she went from meeting to meeting with little to no breaks. Only stopping briefly at lunch to eat. And that was only because she received a short break in between her sessions. Her current developmental project had been keeping her busy. Once her last meeting ended, she made her way back to her room. Walking out of the conference room though, seemed to bring her issues back to the forefront of her mind. Shuri would usually surprise her at some point on her walk back home, but as of late that hadn't been the case.

Inside her room, Riri waited for Shuri to come home. Pacing the room, she began to think about the impending conversation. Shuri was the love of her life. She knew that. And she didn't question Shuri's loyalty. Shuri would never cheat on her, she would never step outside of their relationship. But recently, there has not been much of a relationship. Riri understood the responsibilities that came with protecting their people. As much as Riri tried to shake the insecure thoughts that were creeping up, they demanded to linger in her mind. Reserving a place in the depths of her mind. Riri stopped pacing the floor and sat on the edge of their bed. Head in her hands, tears fell from her broken eyes. Sadness, frustration, anger. Every emotion released itself into the streams falling down her face. As her sobs turned into a soft cry, she heard the door open,

Shuri was home.

"Babe? BABEE?!" Shuri yelled out as she entered the door.

Riri sat on the bed, her nerves gluing her to the spot she was in.

"Babe?" Shuri's figured appeared in the doorway. Her eyes fell upon the site before her. Shuri's heart almost broke at the sight of her girlfriend. Shuri immediately went to the bedside, kneeling in front of Shuri. She took her hands into her own. Her strong hands cradling Riri's gentle ones.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

Shuri was met with silence as she tried to get Riri to look into her eyes. Pulling her chin towards her, she finally met the eyes she had been longing to see. Yet, it wasn't the look she was hoping to see. Something broke inside Shuri, as she looked into tear filled eyes.

"Babygirl, talk to me. Please." Shuri said, her voice breaking from desperation.

"Shuri," Riri started, fighting through impending tears. Riri pulled her hands from Shuri's hold. "I-dammit, Shuri." Riri let out a deep breath as she moved from in front of Shuri to create distance. The thoughts of this morning replayed in her mind, adding more fuel to her current emotional state. "You this. With her."

"Who ar-"

"Oh, don't play dumb. We both know that's something you're not. I SAW you. Her hands were all over you. Just a ki-ki-ki."

"You mean Liyema."

"Li-who the hell ever. Liyema, limeka, library. I don't give a damn. The point is, I barely get to see you. When was the last time we had a date night? Hm? Because, I don't even get to wake up next to you? But some random broad gets all your attention?" Riri raised her clasped and trembling hands to her mouth as she exhaled. As she attempted to calm and soothe the anger that was residing in her, tears she fought to hold back started to fall. The woman she loved was slowly slipping away. And Shuri didn't see it. How could she not see it? Riri thought.

Shuri stood with caution as she consumed what Riri had said.

"I never meant to neglect you or to make you feel like you were never a priority. And I swear to the Gods that I would never put another woman before you or even think about cheating." Shuri approached Riri, not understanding how she could have put Riri in this position.

"Riri, no other woman holds a candle to the light you have brought into my life. You are my source of strength, my rock. I look at you and I'm instantly grounded. You bring me back to earth and I somehow pull me into your orbit. I couldn't love anyone else if my life depended on it. I would rather be lying cold in a grave before being with someone else." Shuri stood in front of Riri. She pulled Riri's hands from in front of her face, and with the other hand she pulled Riri's face upwards. Their glossy eyes meeting for the first time after what seemed like an eternity.

"Baby, I'm not complete without you. I need you. You're my oxygen. My rainbow after the storm. Every part of me craves to be with you. If I have to leave everything behind or fight the entire universe to be with you. I will. I am yours. No one and I mean no one will ever get any part of me. Not in the way you do. I'm reserved for you. In this lifetime and the next. My mind, body and soul, they belong to you. And I'm sorry for not showing you that. But from this moment on, I'll change that."

Riri didn't notice the tears falling from her eyes. She was enamored with Shuri right now. The love she had once felt now radiating from her girlfriend and making its way into her heart. This was the Shuri she had fallen in love with. The one who never failed to make her feel seen and loved. The one who ran to her defense without any thoughts or questions. The one who made her feel at home.

"Shuri, I -" But her words were cut off by Shuri's lips meeting hers. Riri melted into Shuri's lips. Shuri deepend. Almost as if she was trying to reach Riri's soul and intertwin herself within it.

Time had stopped as the couple continued to fell weeks of tension and turmoil melt away and disappear as desire and love consumed them again.

Needing air, Riri eventually broke the kiss.

"I love you, but if I ever see anyone like that with you again, I'll show you why they call me Iron Heart." Riri bit her lips as she smiled from ear to ear, her insecurities fueled by envy long gone.

Shuri smiled, looking down at Riri's now glowing face.

"I love you, too"

#moments in between #shuri x riri #shuri fanfiction #black panther #shuriri fanfic #lgbtq #fanfic #writerscorner #black writers #princess shuri #wakanda forever #shuriri #closing the distance #kreat

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isabellafoster13 · 1 year

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This was requested on Wattpad by Bellaboo097023.

Here's another MirLu oneshot in which Jude is an ass and Mira goes off on him to defend her soon-to-be girlfriend.

I hope you enjoy!

A Sudden Confession from the She-Demon (Mira x Lucy ft. Jude)

Lucy bit her lip as she forced her legs to walk forward. Her fists balled at her sides. She had to force down the urge to turn around and race back to Fairy Tail, back to her friends and crush. However, this was something she had to do. And she intended to get it done quickly. All she had to do was speak her mind to her father. Finally, she was going to tell him that she was done with him and the life of an heiress. It was simple. She just hoped that he would listen.

The celestial wizard pushed herself further, the feeling of dread that had settled itself in the pit of her stomach growing more noticeable with each step she took. It didn't take long for her to reach the Heartfilia Mansion. She stopped for a moment, looking up at it. Normal people would stare at the large structure in awe, seeing it as a source of inspiration. Lucy, however, only ever saw it as a gilded prison. A house that wasn't her home. She had everything she could ever want inside this mansion. Well...everything, except for what she actually wanted.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she pushed forward. As if in a flash, she was suddenly surrounded by the servants, who all gave her a teary welcome. She smiled at them, appreciating that they were happy she had returned safely. She had always cared greatly about the people who worked in her father's mansion and had felt bad about leaving because she knew that many of them would be sad and miss her. She could lie, she was happy to see the servants again.

She was ushered into the mansion, being told all the way inside that her father would want to see her. She didn't doubt that, and that was her reason for returning, but she was still nervous about talking to him. She was dressed in a gown that brought back memories to her. She remembered when she would accompany her father to balls and galas. She never did like them. Having to be polite to every snobby woman and disgustingly perverted man that she met. Having to wear gowns that were uncomfortable and tight, to the point that she couldn't breathe properly. If there was one thing that she didn't miss, it was the clothes that she always had to wear.

Upon being dressed up like a doll, Lucy was escorted to her father's office. Once left alone, she stared at the closed, double doors. Taking a few moments to steel herself in her resolve, she took a deep breath before announcing, "excuse me, Father? It's Lucy. May I come in?" She tried to make her voice sound as stern as possible, not wanting him to think that she was crawling back to him.

She instantly heard his response, "yes, you may." His voice gave no emotion, something that she had long gotten used to.

She opened the doors and entered her father's office. Walking toward him, she found that he had turned his body halfway around and was looking at her with a frown, his brow furrowed. Before she could say anything, he spoke first, "you ran away without even saying a word to me. How could you?" His voice held a slightly saddened tone. It was clearly fake.

Lucy knew what he was doing. Trying to guilt her into feeling bad. It wasn't going to work. However, if she wanted to accomplish her goal with little to no conflict, then she was going to have to play along, at least a bit. She allowed her face to drop into an expression of what resembled a mixture of regret and sadness, just noticeable enough for her act to be believable. She then responded to his accusation, her voice mirroring her facial expression, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left without speaking to you. It was a poor decision on my part. One I deeply regret."

"I'm glad you finally came to your senses and left that guild," came her father's response, not bothering to even look her in the eye. "You forced me to go to extremes, Lucy." He then paused for a few moments. When he finally looked back at her, his face held a clear look of displeasure. "If you hadn't acted so selfishly, I wouldn't have had to lash out at your guild. You're the one who brought trouble upon your friends."

Lucy cast her brown eyes downward. She couldn't argue with him. She knew that he was right. If she hadn't run away, then Phantom Lord wouldn't have attacked and her friends would have gotten hurt.

Her father wasn't finished. He continued to speak, his voice not once changing its tone, "which brings me to the reason I wanted you home in the first place, dear. It's about our family. I have arranged for you to marry the Duke Sawarr, the Junelle heir."

This wasn't a surprise to Lucy. She had already known that he wanted to marry her off, something that she was always determined to avoid. "Yes, I suspected that would be the case." She paused, bracing herself for what she was about to say next. She steadied her voice and continued before her father could speak again, "but I'm not going to marry him." Her tone wasn't forceful, nor was it at all meek. Instead, it was just the right tone to get her point across without sounding disrespectful.

Her father's response was a chillingly calm question, "what?"

Lucy tensed slightly and hoped that he hadn't noticed. Knowing that she couldn't back down now, and not wanting to since she had come this far, she pressed on, keeping her voice steady and calm just as he had, "I realize it was wrong of me to leave without saying anything. It's a decision I've regretted every single day." She then snapped her head up to look at her father, her brow furrowing as she fixed his back with a determined and stern stare. "And so, I've come back to tell exactly how I feel before I leave for good!"

Her father thundered, "Lucy!" An attempt to silence her. An attempt that failed.

Lucy ignored his one-worded protest, finally voicing her thoughts with a raised voice, "all the money in the world can't buy you happiness! I figured that out when I was a child! Finally, I'm truly happy! And I'm not going to let you ruin it for me, you hear? I'm warning you! You better not mess with Fairy Tail ever again!"

Finally having enough of the tight gown she was wearing, Lucy gripped the front and grunted as she yanked it, tearing the bodice into pieces and leaving her corset exposed. She continued, her voice not lowering the slightest bit, "It doesn't matter that you're my father! If you threaten us, we will crush you, just any other enemy!"

She paused for a moment, taking in the shocked expression that was painted across her father's face. It brought her a strange sense of satisfaction. She then turned around and began walking to the doors of the office. "I'm not Lucky Lucy Heartfilia anymore," she raised her hand to show him her guild mark, "I'm Lucy of Fairy Tail." Her voice then softened, sounding almost bittersweet, as she continued, "the people there treat me like family. Something you never did. I truly believe that if Mom were still here, she would tell me to do whatever makes me happy."

With that, she silently put an end to their conversation. Her guild-marked hand reached for the doorknob, however, before she could grab it and leave, a large hand snapped around her small wrist, gripping her so tightly that she gave a small, pained grimace. She looked up at the person who had stopped her, seeing that her father was glaring down at her. The blonde woman's resolve quickly fell apart when she saw that look. The words that she would have said caught in her throat, causing her to be unwillingly resigned to staring up at him in poorly masked fear.

Her father slowly pushed her backward, inserting himself between her and the exit, all while not breaking their eye contact. He then sneered, his voice low and chilling, "your mother isn't here."

Lucy immediately regretted coming back alone to face him as she pushed further back into the office. How was she going to escape without harming her or her father? She didn't know.

Mira hummed as she wiped down the bar, excited to leave the nearly-finished new guildhall. She had finally made up her mind that she was going to tell Lucy how she felt. As her brother put it, it was about fucking time too. She had been in love with the blonde celestial wizard since her arrival to the guild. She was determined to confess her love and she wasn't going to back down, not again. She just hoped that it would go well.

The white-haired woman finished cleaning up and was just about to start making her way to Lucy's apartment, when she was stopped by the voice of Natsu, "Mira! Mira!"

Mira looked ahead to see Natsu, Gray, Erza, and Happy running toward her, the dragon slayer waving a piece of paper in the air. She rushed around the bar and over to them, questioning, "what's wrong? Did something happen?" She didn't like that Lucy wasn't with the small group, leading her to suspect that the blonde was in trouble.

Natsu exclaimed to her, "Lucy is leaving Fairy Tail!"

Mira gasped, clamping her hands over her mouth. This couldn't be! She hadn't even confessed her feelings to Lucy! She took the paper that had been thrust toward her, reading it as Team Natsu watched her with bated breath. Her blue eyes widened and tears welled up in them. Lucy couldn't leave Fairy Tail! She had to be stopped!

Erza then spoke up, "we are going to bring Lucy back. Please let the Master know, Mira."

Just as Team Natsu began walking away, Mira called out, "wait! No!" When the mages turned around and gave her questioning looks, she elaborated, more calmly this time, "I'll bring her back." She furrowed her brow and gave the small group a stern look as she spoke, knowing that they were going to object.

Natsu, however, was more oblivious than a bag of rocks. "No way! Lucy is our teammate we will go get her!"

He then turned around and began bounding away, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar and pulled back to the group by Gray. "Mira is going, flame-brain!"

Natsu and Gray quickly fell away from the other two mages, already fist-fighting each other. Erza stepped to the side to stand in front of Mira, asking, "you are going to bring her back, yes?"

Mira nodded. "I won't return without her."

"Good. And be sure to finally tell her that you love her."

Mira's mouth dropped open at that and she stumbled, "how...how d-did you...?"

Erza gave her a smirk, answering simply, "it was obvious." She then turned to deal with Natsu and Gray, allowing Mira to take off for Lucy's former home.

The sun was creeping toward the horizon when Mira stormed through the front doors of the Heartfilia Mansion, demanding of the servants that had whipped around to face her, "where is Lucy?" Her voice gave no room for denial. It was clear that she wasn't going to leave without a major struggle.

A maid fearfully approached her, answering, "sh-she's with her father. C-can you identify yourself?"

Mira glared at the cowering maid, sneering, "where is Lucy?"

The maid backed away as she whimpered, "follow me!" She then scurried away, Mira following after her.

Once in front of a pair of doors, Mira pushed them open and stormed into the office. She stopped in her tracks, freezing upon seeing the sight that opening the doors had revealed. Lucy was cowering before her father, pain clearly written on her face as her father had a death grip clamped on her wrist. Lucy's bodice was torn.

The white-haired woman glared menacingly at the older man, who was now looking at her with a less-than-pleased expression. She balled her fists at her sides and growled, "what are you doing to Lucy?"

The man grunted, "who are you? What are you doing here?"

Mira stalked forward, coming to stand beside the father and daughter. She then bit out her response, "I've come to bring Lucy back to Fairy Tail."

Lucy whispered to her, "Mira, you shouldn't be here."

Mira looked at her, giving her a soft smile as she whispered back, "don't worry, I'll be fine." She then turned back to Lucy's father and continued to glare at him as she scowled, "she's coming back with me!"

The man released Lucy's wrist and Mira watched as her crush stepped away from them, rubbing her bruising wrist with a pained look on her face. The white-haired woman felt anger rise within herself. She dug her nails into her palms, probably almost drawing blood. She stepped closer to the man, snarling at him, "you have no right to stop Lucy from being in Fairy Tail! She is her own person! She doesn't to be a part of this stuck-up life that you seem to value! She is a Fairy Tail mage! She is loved greatly in our guild! If come after her again, then you will have to deal with her team! I promise, you don't want to deal with them!" She then paused for a moment, hesitating only slightly before she continued, "you will also need to deal with me! I will never let anybody take Lucy away! I love her and I will fight you with my bare hands if I must!"

Not wanting to give the man any chances to talk back or stop the, Mira grabbed Lucy by the arm, minding her grip so that it wasn't painful, and dragged her out of the office before they stalked down a few hallways and out of the mansion.

They were a ways away from the mansion when Mira finally stopped walking. She let go of Lucy and stood in front of her, staring down at the ground. She allowed what had just happened to wash over her. She quickly realized that she had just confessed her feelings to Lucy. She remained in the place where she was standing, silently questioning what the woman behind her was going to say. Did Lucy like her back? Was going to reject her? What was she going to say?

Her thoughts were stopped when Lucy stepped around to stand in front of her. The celestial wizard smiled at her, her brown eyes softened with an affectionate look in them. Mira felt her cheeks heat up at the sight. Before she could say anything, Lucy asked, "you love me?" She sounded almost hopeful, like she greatly wanted Mira to not retract her statement.

Mira cupped Lucy's face, answering with a whisper, "yes, Lucy, I love you."

A split second later, Lucy pressed her lips to Mira's, surprising the barmaid. Mira quickly returned the kiss before they pulled away and began making their way back to Fairy Tail.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #mirajane strauss #mirajane x lucy #mira x lucy #lucy x mira #lucy x mirajane #mirlu #jude heartfilia #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #angst #fluff #first kiss #love confession

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safic4-m · 1 year

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❤️I like it

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Fem Lector

Author’s note: I got nothing.

Word count: I don’t know

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

Sometimes you hated nights like these, where you went to sleep and woke up at midnight because of the cold, since your girlfriend had stolen your blankets during the night, you had thought a lot about the idea of warming her with your body heat, but you didn’t want to harass her with your presence either.

But this had already become a problem and the lack of sleep had already taken its toll, you didn’t know that dark circles under the eyes could come out. But here you were, yet another night freezing to death while Ally lay wrapped in the blankets, her head the only thing you could make out.

Fed up with the situation you snatch the blankets from her, this took the brunette by surprise causing her to wake up.

-What?- she asks, still dreaming.

-You took the blankets from me again,- she answers, covering herself up.

-I’m sorry, I was cold,- she replies, settling back in.

-That can be fixed,- you say, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend’s body.

-What are you doing?- she asks, puzzled by the gesture.

-I warm you up with my body,- she replies, ending with a yawn.

-You’re like a human heater,- she says sleep-drunk, -I like it.

That’s the last thing she says before falling asleep and it didn’t take long before you did too. The next night Ally was looking for your warmth while she was asleep and you simply put your arms around her, things went on like that, until it became a routine between you, you hugged Ally to sleep being your source of warmth.

#american horror story #ahs #ahs cult #cult #ally mayfair richards #ally #ally mayfair x reader #ally x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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serenity-fujakante · 29 days

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A Dragon and A Goddess

MASTERLIST

There was a snarl and she froze as she saw blue eyes glow and she saw green fire. She wandered right into a dragon's cave. "Who dares disturb me while I sleep?" The dragon stepped out, and the goddess noticed it was a hybrid. She was beautiful.

"What pretty wings you have!" The goddess spoke quickly. The dragon girl froze at the compliment. "Please don't eat me!"

メメメメメメメメメメメメメメメメ

"I love you forever, my treasure." The Dragon hummed as she laid her head on the girl's lap. Her wings rested against her back.

"Please don't leave me." The goddess whispered, her eyes watering as the girl in front of her got on her knees.

メメメメメメメメメメメメメメメメ

Kiana Kaslana had everything. Her girlfriend Raiden Mei and her friends and family. So when she came home to her girlfriend cheating on her, Kiana's world shattered. So she ran far away and she ended up in a cave. There, she met a dragon hybrid who was quite displeased that she was woken up.

Serenity Fujakante was a dragon hybrid. She was peacefully sleeping and woke up to someone crying. There, she met a beautiful white-haired goddess who was heartbroken. Kiana's and Serenity's lives drastically changed that day.

Cross-posted on Wattpad.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/343637121?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Serenity_Xiao

Characters: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746499468319506432/what-pretty-wings-you-have?source=share

Betrayal: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746855481241485312/a-dragon-and-a-goddess?source=share

The Dragon : https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746864828885450753/the-dragon?source=share

The House: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746866336024625152/the-house?source=share

Exes and Dragons: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746866982750666753/exes-and-dragons?source=share

Family, Crystals, and Secrets: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746883425431175168/family-crystals-and-secrets?source=share

Sickness: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/746892960413679616/sickness?source=share

Dragons Are Like Cats: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/747071208283144192/dragons-are-like-cats?source=share

Cock-blocking Fathers: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/747122575849766912/cock-blocking-fathers?source=share

Sex With A Dragon: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/747591866562772992/sex-with-a-dragon?source=share

Hearts Are Breaking: https://www.tumblr.com/serenity-fujakante/747693306968981504/hearts-are-breaking?source=share

My Goddess: TBA

Babies and Baths: TBA

The Dragon Egg: TBA

Dragon Babies: TBA

Vitiligo: TBA

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jack-nasty · 1 year

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BBB Chapter 1:

"I Never Thought..."

After class, Cole, Syd, and I went to our frequent destination: Lili's. Lili's was a small café just outside campus, making it a popular destination for fellow college students, though none could compare to how many times the three of us would commute. We went every day, sometimes more. It was our meeting spot, our solace; it was our ritual. This ritual was all I had. It was the only consistent source of conmanship and dependency that didn't come from the likes of my own home and my only true best friend, my brother. Sure, Cole and Syd were nice people, but I never felt close to them—especially now that they've announced their relationship. I'm a third-wheel. We sit facing the windows of Lili's, looking out to the lively streets that opens up the small, crowded café. It was a gently cloudy day, with patchy sunlight which disappeared on Cole's bright, flaming fur. Though the sunlight lit up Sydney's fur which clashed with Cole's as she gently rested her body on his right side. Oh, my desire to depend on someone openly like that; to feel one's body hold mine as a necessity. The longing feeling in my head must have wandered outside my consciousness because Sydney noticed this desperation on my face, which I didn't realize I had before I was confronted. "Sans, what's bothering you?" My aching continence was disrupted. "Awe, nothing Syd... You know, just a boring day. But how could that matter? I'm so happy for you two! I was always secretly rooting for you guys to get together." Cole's face stretches into a grin at the idea of his and Syd's love, but Syd is not about to let the subject change. "Heartwarming, but let's get to my initial question because I have the suspicion that our relationship is old news to you." She was right. I saw them making out in Cole's car last week which made me think they were just hooking up at first, but as time progressed I saw their love. "Well, I suppose my mood does relate to your relationship a little bit... I think I just feel a little lonely is all. Now having you guys as a couple makes me face the reality of how far I am from achieving the same goal as a relationship. I never really worried too much about it before but... I've never dated anyone before." I suddenly have Cole's attention; I could see his eyes widen and his head slightly lurch forward as if my confession was beyond his belief. "Not even in elementary school, dude?" Cole suggests. "No," I respond. "Or," Syd contributes, "A first kiss? Just a quick, like, on-the-lips smooch?" I shake my head. "Holy shit," Cole sighs. "Have you ever had.." the words slip out of Syd's lips, "a crush?" Memories fly past my brain as it scans for a face or a name. "I... uh, I guess I don't know," I pause in confusion, "How would I know if I have?" "It would be someone you idolize, someone who you would sacrifice anything for, someone who you romanticize and fantasize about in your head. You would look to for advice, someone to trust..." "I know when I had a crush on Syd," Cole adds to his girlfriend's theme, "my stomach would freak out when she'd smile, laugh, walk by or touch me and I would always hope she saw the potential in me to be there for her more than just platonically." Syd smiled warmly in response to Cole's comment while my mind continues the search for a possible person who would do all those things for me. Who do I idolize? Who would I sacrifice anything for? Romanticize? Trust? My entire body freezes as I come to realize who that was for me; my crush. I love him:

Papyrus.

< the real deal: Wattpad>

#foncest #fontcest #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #undertale #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wattpad #grillby undertale #grillby x sans #undertale smut #gay seggs #furry character

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ouadisneyblog · 4 years

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Pocahontas: Let's be real here. Rolfe doesn't know how to deal with animals.

Belle: Wich is intriguing, cause he is basically one.

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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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ACKNOWLEDGE THE BLOODLINE - H E R E I A M, C H . 2

Pairings: Roman Reigns x OC Kaelynn Walts {feat. The Usos, Seth Rollins and Paul Heyman}

Summary: As Roman is slowly getting over his ex-girlfriend Kaelynn, he finds hope and light in his life again.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Anxiety Attack, Strong Language, Visuals, Just Mainly Angst. {18+}

Requested By: N/A

Word Count: 2k+

{Quick A/N: I'm posting this chapter on Wattpad, also. I am so unorganized it's crazy - but you can find chapter 1 of Acknowledge The Bloodline on my Wattpad @christianscage !}

*PREVIOUSLY on CH. 1*

‘’Baby girl...’’ He trailed off, wordless of what to say as he watched his girlfriend hoist up from her front porch, walking away. Should he let her go? Or should he stay with her?

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Roman’s brown eyes dilated, everything in the room was spinning. He grasped onto the edge of the kitchen counter with white-skulled like knuckles witnessing flashbacks flash before his very eyes.

His balance was unsteady, a manic panic episode had occurred within him. Kaelynn was the one who caused almost all of his issues --- mainly because she left a somewhat of a permanent scar on the interior of his joyful filled heart. Perhaps she wasn’t sorry one bit.

A few tears began to drop down his stinging cheeks, this emotion wasn’t an everyday emotion you would expect out of the Tribal Chief himself. He was stronger than a lion who was tamed, but in reality, he does have the courage of a lion.

Paul Heyman, his special counsel, just had walked through the doors. He saw Roman sitting still in a chair in a corner with palms hiding his face.

‘’Are you alright, my tribal chief?’’ He inquired with a gentle tone in his voice, earning a reaction from the head of the table himself.

‘’Love hurts like a bitch, but I'll find a way out of this black hole.’’ Roman’s head tilted up; eyes bored into Paul’s.

As soon as he said what he just said, Paul knew exactly what was going through the mind of Roman Reign’s.

‘’You’re better than her anyways, my tribal chief. And you know it.’’

A smile of satisfaction crept upon Roman’s lips, nodding while his counsel praised him like his very first-born child.

‘’You’re right, Paul. I am better than Kaelynn. I’ll find a real woman who’ll cherish and love me the way I love her. She never treated her tribal chief with respect, how sad is that thought?’’ Roman chuckled lowly, wiping his tears away with a silky white napkin.

‘’It’s sad. Just look on the bright side, you got countless of opportunities thrown ahead of you that you don’t have any clue about yet.’’ While Paul was being Paul, he continuously praised his only source of light in his life, and that, of course, was the head of the table.

‘’I’ll remember that, thank you.’’ Before exiting Heyman’s office, he extended out his arms. Paul walked over with no hesitation toward him, embracing him. Since hugs were so rare, Heyman put his hands together and bowed his head to honor Roman’s unbreakable spirit.

Shutting Paul’s office door behind him, he exhaled softly, lost in his own thoughts. A confident boost suddenly ran through his veins, this was the beginning of a new chapter right after the breakup with his now ex-girlfriend, Kaelynn Walts.

A hand was placed upon Roman’s shoulder, the sudden presence of one of his cousins, Jey, had greeted him.

‘’I heard you and Paul talking in there, Uce. Everything straight?’’ He asked.

‘’Yeah, everything’s straight.’’ Roman answered with delicacy in his voice, eyes fixated upon his cousin’s.

‘’Good. That’s what I like to hear.’’ Jey smiled, patting him on the back then exiting from out of the room.

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Everyday seemed like a brand-new day for Roman Reigns ever since he broke up with Kaelynn. He started to actually enjoy the finer things in life, instead of worrying about her cheating on him. That’s old news now for Roman. He was in God mode, and nothing could stop him from being happy as ever.

Ever since he had returned to WWE in 2020 after a long hiatus, all the thoughts he could think about were: What’s next for me? What's next for my cousins and me? Our triumphing challenges that were thrown at us, and we still remained victorious in the end?

…. But what about Kaelynn?

‘’Shit, not these thoughts about her getting in the way of my fulfilled destiny,’’ He thought, avoiding the whole picture, wanting to pitch her out of his life for good.

He sat in a dark tight room that Friday night backstage after SmackDown went off the air, not wanting to be bothered by anybody, including his cousins and his special counsel. He payed attention to other things, such as the things that weren’t evolving around Kaelynn Walts.

Roman inserted one of his Air Pods in his ear, and played a random song to calm him down.

‘’I'm unashamed of my mistakes

I walked the path I had to take

It's made me who I am today.’’

The rock song beaten through his ears, his eyes had closed for a brief moment, the mental picture of you know who and you know what portrayed in his mind.

Desiring to get revenge on her, he restrained himself from doing so. Revenge wasn’t the best moral, but it was so tempting for Roman.

‘’Roman!’’ a voice boomed through his daydream, a light tap on the shoulder along with the voice had startled him.

Seth Rollins.

‘’What do you want, man?’’ Roman growled; hands placed in his lap on the material of his black jeans, in an uncomfortable space.

‘’Hey, my old friend. No long time no talk, just thought I’d barged in and see what you were up to these days.’' Seth smirked, with hands placed behind his back, knowing Roman was annoyed at the sight of Seth Rollins himself.

‘’Oh, I’m glad you asked actually. I have been with the fam and just going from there.’’ He half-assed answered with sarcasm, eyebrows furrowed as he impatiently waited for Seth to get out of his sight.

‘’Oh, that’s great my guy. Me and Kevin have been wiping out the tag teams here in WWE, and we’ve been doing better way than The Shield has ever done.’’

He did not just go there.

‘’You know what? My ride is waiting. I’ll see you around, Rollins.’’ Roman hoisted up from his seat from backstage, and disappeared without a trace.

Shoving his iPhone back into his back pocket of his pants, he leaned awkwardly against a pearl white tile wall.

Arms folded against tightly his chest, a deep exhale mixed with relief and bad discomfort had taken their turns on the head of the table.

He thought he was free from all of the worry and the bad things occuring in his life, but he was wrong.

His hands rested upon the wall, his thoughts scrambled like scribble on paper that he could never explain. That's how bad his state of mind was.

"Why in the fuck do I deserve this!?" He hollered, face getting a bright crimson red, with no one around to praise him, or at least Paul Heyman was there to do that.

His breath was shallow as the ocean, he couldn't control his emotions all because of that particular person that was no longer in his life screwed everything up for him.

Roman pounded his heavy fists against the whie tile wall, feeling the aftershock vibrate his body. He wanted to scream out and challenge his emotions and take it all out on her. She wasn't there to be hollared at, she was in the archives elsewhere.

A phone call had come in.

His blurried vision looked down at the phone, it was unintentional and couldn't read who was calling, so he answered. Holding the phone against his aching ear, he stuttered:

"H-Hello?"

"Hi, uhh, Roman?"

TO BE CONTINUED.

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asvterias · 2 years

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𝖬𝗒 𝖯𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ~ 𝖲𝖺𝗆 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋

Warnings: Little Bit of Blood

Pairings: Sam Fraser x Black!Berman!Girlfriend Reader

Summary: [Name]’s girlfriend, Sam is possessed by the devil so the Johnson siblings go to Ziggy to help catch the killers not knowing that their friend is also the redhead’s niece.

Word Count: 2,567

Author’s Note: Requested from my wattpad account.

you and your aunt, christine berman was intensely watching the news report on the couch, your head on her shoulder. two teens shown on the television, you recognized them as your girlfriend friends, simon and kate were like siblings to you.

you were devastated at the news, your gaze now on the floor but it arose back up when you heard the name sheriff nick goode. you never trusted sheriff goode, he was just kinda off to you. sure, he may have been your aunt's first love but that doesn't exactly get him on your good side.

you never left the house unless you were going to school or going grocery shopping, your aunt made sure of that and it was a little annoying at first. but can you blame her, she lost her sister and she would blame herself if something ever happened to you. you introduced her to your girlfriend, samantha fraser, she wasn't too fond of new people in the house but she eventually warmed up to her seeing that you were happy.

an alarm scared the both of you and telling you that it's dinner time. you loved your aunt but having a ton of alarm clocks are a bit much but you never commented about it. you're basically immune to those damn clocks now. ziggy stopped the alarm clock and you walked in the kitchen to start prepping up some spaghetti for the two of you.

once you were finished, you took up the two plates of food and handed one to ziggy. you both sat and ate in silence, another alarm starts to buzz. ziggy took out two sodas to wash it all down. as much as you love your aunt christine, you don't want her to be an alcoholic.

christine saw how similar you were to cindy; personality and facial features. she made a promise to cindy and that was to keep you safe and she will fulfill that. you were cindy's adopted daughter, she signed the adoption papers ahead of time. you're 16 years old, you were only an infant when this tragedy struck against shadyside, once again.

it was just you and your aunt, your mom died at camp nightwing, 1978. you never asked about your mom cause you didn't want to bring up the trauma for your aunt. the only thing that you had from your mom was a picture of her and a gold heart shaped locket with a picture of you as a baby and cindy holding you with the brightest smile on her face.

you always felt the presence of her spirit around you so you never took of your locket unless it was necessary. like mother, like daughter, you both liked blonde girls. another alarm starts to buzz as you both got up to starting locking your doors and windows. major-tom's barking could be heard from in a room. “major, jesus! [name] can yo–“

“i got it aunt zig.” you went to where the sound of the barking came from. ziggy smiles at your retreating figure, even the way you walk looks so similar to your mom. another alarm rings and you quickly shut it off. you poured some dog food into major-tom's bowl, giving him a head rub as he ate, “you're an impatient bastard, aren't you?”

the television was the only source of light and sound in the house as you and ziggy slept peacefully on the couch. until a rapid knocking woke you both out of your sleep, ziggy got up first hearing the knocks grew more rapidly and repeatedly. the door knob rattled and a few seconds later, a flashlight was shown through the mail door. another pair of flashlights was shown through the windows.

you were a heavy sleeper so you didn't awoke by that and ziggy carefully picked you up, placing you in the closet with major tom as she shut the door behind her. you were awoken by major tom licking your face and some distant growling noise coming from preferably the bathroom.

you got up with a groan, confused on how you got in the closet, walking out of the closet to walking in the living room to see deena and josh? your aunt sits in her chair, not noticing that you were now in her presence.

“deena. josh. what are you guys doing here?”

“[name]! we may have a pr–“ a growling in the bathroom cuts deena off.

your aunt drops to her knees in shock, not believing that her first love was the cause of her sister's death. you quickly wrap your arms around the redhead as tears start to form her eyes you knew something was off with that whole goode family. now your girlfriend was possessed by the devil in your bathroom and would possibly kill all of us if she got free. "we can't kill the devil but we can kill him. we have to kill nick goode."

christine stammers, “b-but i called him. i thought that he could help.” deena’s eyes widen at her statement and ran to josh with you following behind.

“we need to go now!” you start to untie sam as she makes grunts of protests, until she straddles you and tries to attack you, you tried to get away but she wouldn't budge.

you had no choice but to punch sam, so you did, with one swift with your fist across sam's face and she was out like a light falling beside you. you look over at the older berman, breathing heavily, “finally, [name]. thought that you didn't had the balls.”

deena is driving the cop car at full speed with you and ziggy in the back and josh and her in the front. “nice going dee, way to make us totally ordinary. the sirens and flashing noises really makes it stand out.” you remarked to the freckled girl.

“well, i don't know how to shut it off. because you know, this is the first time stealing a car.” deena snarls back with her eyes still on the road. you roll your eyes at the girl as sam bangs against in the back trunk trying to get free. you rest your head on your aunt's shoulder; overthinking all the things that could go wrong. deena could die and than soon after you all die and shadyside will still be fucked.

ziggy leans forward looking over to josh, “are we sure about this?” josh stays silent and only looks at the card in his hands. the car comes to a stop and josh peeks his head out the window and says, “hey!”

martin leans his head for better vision and asks, “urkel?” josh answers was yes before he speaks up again, “wanna help us kill sheriff goode?” martin pauses for a moment and than speaks, “lemme get my coat.”

“ok cut it.” you yelled to martin. the power cuts off and the mall is covered with glow in the dark paint. hearing the bell ring, you look to ziggy as she looks down at you. just in time martin comes out the door and you grabbed his hand pulling him towards a small stand where your aunt was already hiding by.

“jesus. careful.” martin exclaims as you two hid with your aunt. “be quiet.” you commanded the black man. “why?” he questioned.

“there's someone here!” your aunt announced. there was a pregnant silence as the three of you look around trying to figure out if it was one of the shadyside killers. a flashlight shown from the back of you which makes the trio turn around to see a shadyside police officer.

“police! hands up! hands up!” a shadyside police shouted at the three of you, a gun aimed and ready to shoot and the flashlight switching to each of your faces. “you listen to me. you don't have any idea what's going on right here. you're gonna die if you don't listen to me.” ziggy tried to inform the police while you agree with her but martin kept saying, “no. we- we good good.”

martin let's out a funny squeal, “we cool.” the police officer aimed his flashlight at martin. “martin?” he asked.

“yeah. yeah.” he waved at the police. “are you kidding me?” he exclaimed. on another side of the mall, another police officer caught deena and josh, telling them to put their hands up and slide the water guns to him. the sibling duo did what they were told, sliding the toy guns to the police officer. “sir, sir. just please let us explain.” josh tried to redeem himself the officer but the man ignored him, shouting out to the other officer that he got two more over here.

the police officer lowered his gun and flashlight off of you and started to speak in his shoulder walkie-takie, “we got the 5150–“ he gets cut off by the sound of a squealing sound going into his back and than his neck gets slitted.

the officer drops down dead to reveal a shadyside killer, the milkman. “oh!” martin screams, grabbing the attention of the other police officer. your heart rate increases as it catches the other officer attention which makes him start shooting to the killer. the bullets doesn't stop the milkman.

“oh my, holy!” martin exclaimed as you all got up and started to quickly run away from the scene. you reach one of the shops and ziggy places martin there. martin is too shocked as he witnesses the other officer getting brutally killed by a stab in the stomach.

“ok. i need you to stay focused because the plan is still on, ok?” ziggy tries to reassure the man before grabbing your hand and getting up to leave. before you could leave, martin grabs onto your arm, “wait, wait, wait, you two are leaving?” he asked mostly scared.

“hold fast. stay out of their way. they'll walk right by you.” you said to the scared man as ziggy gives him the rope before leaving with you. you reached your stand and ziggy kisses your forehead before whispering, “be safe, [name].” you nodded to her instruction and she hands you the rope as you securely wrapped it on your hand. she runs away to her stand and you deeply breathe, hoping that she wouldn't meet death in the face, again.

you started to hear shallow breathing, and you looked up to see the nightwing killer, a flour bag to cover his bloody face with a bloody axe tightly secured in his hand. to be honest, you were kinda glad that tommy went to where you were, ziggy would probably have trauma, seeing her sister's murderer all over again.

this was all too much for you, seeing your mother's killer right in front of you. you wanted to cry and let out all your anger out but you couldn't, you were doing this for your girlfriend, your mom and for shadyside.

as soon as he went into the shop, you immediately began to start pulling, bringing the barrier down. the noise was heard as the killer turned away trying to run out in time. it was going great until it stopped, only a few inches down to shut, you mentally cursed, quickly running over to the barrier and began to use your foot to anchor it down all the way. tommy began to bang on the barrier with his axe, just as you closed it all the way.

running away from the nightwing killer, you stopped when you reached where your girlfriend was. everyone else was already there, all safe and secure. “how many is that?” deena asked, breathing heavily. “i got one. martin got the milkman.” josh informed his older sister.

ziggy walks in, “four. we have four.” she bends to your level, “skull mask.” you finished her off, “and i had nightwing.”

“no ruby?” deena whispers while looking at you. “i don't know. we need to keep an eye–“ you stated, hearing the shadyside killers trying to break free but martin interrupted you all down, “yo yo, why'd it get so quiet?” you all notice that martin was right as you try to listen to any noise, the banging stopped so that could only mean one thing.

“he's here.” ziggy realizes as your grip tighten on her hand. “you don't have to do this.” deena tells the redhead but ziggy wasn't backing down now. “yes i do.” she informs the group of shadysiders, she turns to you kissing your forehead, letting go of your hand before leaving.

to make matters worse, sam started growling again trying to break free of her restraints. josh pulls you in for a comforting hug trying to ease your worries, it worked slightly as you thanked him.

“mount up.” deena commands the rest of you as she got up and left. you all followed behind her, going back to your places, ready to let the killers out. you saw ziggy pull the rope which held the bucket of deena's blood on him which was mixed with glow in the dark paint, luckily she got out of the way in time. you, martin, deena and josh began to pull all the ropes holding the killers hostage up,

they smelled the blood on nick and started walking to him. sheriff goode's eyes landed on your aunt and ran after her, keeping her on a headlock, holding his gun out at the killers. “if i die, she dies.” nick said wearily, seeing that the shadyside killers were coming after him from different directions.

than all of a sudden you heard screaming, your aunt ziggy tried to fight against him but it was no use. “your blood is on her!” you yelled to deena. deena sliced her hand, drawing blood which makes the killers look at her now.

she immediately began to run and so did your aunt run to safety. she quickly takes off her shirt sliding it out under the barrier just in time. sheriff goode went running behind a door and so did deena.

you picked up your water gun and began to spray one of the killers. the rest of them began to follow what you did and soon enough the killers began to attack each other. you were about to fight the killers but all of a sudden they disappeared into a bunch of flies. you smiled knowing that deena killed sheriff goode. “that bitch did it.” you said.

sam grabs you by your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. you pull away, holding her hand and walking to sarah fire's grave. “you bought cheeseburgers.” sam asked you as you wrote 'sarah fier, the first shadysider' on a rock. you turned back to the blonde.

“of course i did.” you both sat on the sheet and began to eat, in each other's comfort. it was all over, no more shadyside curse. you broke a 300 year old curse and now shadyside was at peace. cindy looked down at you, happy to see that you are happy.

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