#(i think her speaker died or i told her to turn it down so she used headphones and ended up throwing up in th toilet and one of her earbuds

[nightmare8-420]

grape and watermelon mikes hard and 6 bud lights heart shaped box,,,hggn…,

[bluem1lls]

Hi! Could you do a fluff Se-mi one shot? Unfortunately I don’t really have any prompt to give you but I think a out of squid game AU would be pretty cool! Like it could be when they first met, or first date sm like that!

I would really appreciate it if you write it, but if not that’s absolutely fine! I hope you have an amazing day! <3

headcanons gf! se-mi

✦ synopsis: never let your annoying best friends to stop you from finding your girlfriend!

tw: a bit of nsfw

authors note: hiii im sorry for the no update, work is killing me but here's this! i hope u like it💓 tysm for the requests!

-> se-mi, who you've met because of a close friends hangout.

"would it be okay if i bring se-mi?" min su asked as i passed the joint to thanos.

"is she cute?" nam gyu asked.

"she's a lesbian" min-su answered with a chuckle.

"oh?" i said as i pay more attention to the conversation.

"she's probably not your type tho, you're so picky" min su said rolling his eyes as i scoffed.

-> se-mi, who was totally your type.

when you two met, you bonded immediately, laughing and smoking together as the other three were sitting on the couch staring.

"what about us man? when it's our turn?" nam-gyu said, watching as she said something that made you blush.

thanos and min su shook their head as they kept smoking.

"i bet i can drink more than you" she said as you laughed. "wanna bet?" she said with a smirk. "if i win, i get your number"

no need. two shots in and you were giving her your number no matter what.

-> se-mi, who texted you while you were passed out on nam gyu's bed as he was sprawled on the floor with thanos's arm around him.

you tried to find your phone, lowering the brightness as you grabbed it while your head throbbed.

pretty girl w the piercings: hi

pretty girl w the piercings: maybe its too soon but would you like to have dinner tonight? we can do something chill :)

-> se-mi, who has you waking up thanos and nam gyu with screams of happiness.

"who died?!" nam-gyu opened his eyes wide.

"min-su?! my boy?" thanos asks, alarmed

"se-mi texted me! she wants to hang out tonight! it's a date!" i said getting up the bed to quickly shower.

"this can't happen anymore bro. she needs to stop getting drunk and sleeping in your room" thanos says to nam gyu as he throws himself into his bed and covers himself with the blankets.

nam gyu blinks. two people already slept in his bed, none of those being him. he sighs as he goes into thanos's room to sleep some more.

"for fucks sakes" he mumbles.

-> se-mi, who's soon arriving to your house.

"i need you two idiots out of here tonight" you said, putting your earrings on and brushing your hair as they stared.

thanos winked as he grabbed his phone to call someone. "we're on our way" i could hear min-su over the phone screaming to thanos, alarmed, because he was on a family reunion. "we're your family too boy! be there in 20" he said, hanging up.

well. they're min-su's problem now.

-> se-mi, who stood there in all back, as she played with her lip piercing, smirking and looking up and down as you open the door.

"hi!"

"hey pretty" she said, as you moved aside, letting her in.

"we're just leaving" she got in as the guys got out, giving a quick head nod to her.

"get laid" thanos shouted from outside.

"she needs it" nam-gyu followed him.

of course you stood there all blushy as she chuckled.

you'll kill them later.

-> se-mi, who brought everything you told her you liked! a horror movie, your favorite snacks, diet coke and ice cream as dessert.

"it's this is okay? maybe i should've bought more things. now i'm nervous maybe it's time for a smoke break-" she rambles too much. you don't give her time to think as you cup her face and kiss her. her eyes widen in surprise but she quickly melts into it.

-> se-mi, who's quickly stopping the makeout sesh to turn on some 'cigarettes after sex' on the speaker.

-> se-mi, who starts hanging out more with the boys and talks a lot about you.

-like a lot. nam-gyu is tired. he has to see you at home and now hear about you??

-> se-mi, who loves chill dates with you, like staying at home and watching some movie.

-> se-mi, who has to get used to the guys because half of the dates probably include them bc they feel left out:(

its like you two are mothers going out with three kids. three very dumb kids (26 year old adults). but you love them and se-mi learns to love them too .. kind of. give her time.

-> se-mi, who not even two months in she's decoring your room with your favorite flowers and a sign that says 'would you let me be your girlfriend?' you kiss her until your lips go numb.

-> gf!se-mi who doesn't know how to keep her hands out of you. her hands on your hips, hugging you from behind, circles on your waist, underneath your shirt.

-> gf!se-mi who loves playing video games. she's SO happy when she finds out you don't actually like playing but you like watching. she buys all your favorite games and plays them all for you

"BABY, TURN RIGHT. I'VE WATCHED THIS 20 TIMES, GO RIGHT" you shout at her.

"do you wANNA PLAY?" she replies, getting exasperated trying to follow your indications.

you pout as you shook your head.

she loves this. wouldn't trade it for the world.

-> gf!se-mi who loves taking you shopping to the mall. clearly for the lingerie stores. probably ends up fingering you in there.

she buys anything you like, baby is poor but she tries SO hard for her girl:(

you're pointing at a plushie?? it's yours.

clothes u like? she knows your size, it's yours.

-> gf!se-mi who discovered your music tastes are so different that she can't believe she's listening to taylor swift and olivia rodrigo songs to learn them for you. she's incredibly down bad.

-> gf!se-mi who gets you a necklace with her initial

"for: baby

it's not because i own you, but because i really know you :)"

-> gf!se-mi who gets SO nervous when you wanna introduce her to ur parents. and she's so happy when they approved her.

-> gf!se-mi that is SOO smart, everytime she helps u study you're moaning.

-> gf!se-mi that's not studying for now, just working. but you are.

and when she sees you burned out? oh she's the first one to be there helping.

"baby, you've been studying for hours, let's take a break"

"i can't sem. my parents-"

"okay okay, let's go through the flashcards again and we'll take a nap, how does that sound?"

-> gf!se-mi that is there when you get a 87 and not a 100. and you're crying about what your parents are going to say while she caress your hair and kisses you.

"we'll start again in a bit if you want to, but for now let it out princess" she kisses your temple.

-> gf!se-mi who everyone stares when she takes you to campus. but she has no idea, she's just looking at you.

-> gf!se-mi who's a fuckgirl in recovery tho..

like the idea of cheating does not cross her mind. but sometimes she smiles. too much.

and maybe some girl is winking at her because god you have a HOT girlfriend.

and she just turns to you, smirking.

"did u see that babe? i haven't lost my charm ;)" she says as you scoff in disbelief. you two end up making out until her brain is too fuzzy to remember what she told you.

"just wanted her to see that you're mine" you say as you clean up any of your messed up lipstick.

her boxers are wet. sticky and wet.

and if someone you know is frequently flirting with her? next time they'll see her, she has three big bruised spots on her neck, and she's SO happy.

one time she had a little admirer at her job who went to see her like three times a week.

baby: she's here!!!!!!!!!!!

me: who???

me: wait.. stalker??

baby: mhm.

and when you leave her on seen, she frowns. she scans everything this girl is taking as she feels her phone vibrating. she checks her messages and oh! it's you!

two photos. one of you in her favorite red lingerie and the second one, you moving aside those pretty panties to send your bare pussy.

she's drooling. and her brain is pretty much broken.

"i-m-m sorry" she stutters to the girl in front of her, who frowns. "min-su cover for me! i'll stay tomorrow" se-mi screams at him and smiles at the girl who looks like her heart got crushed.

-> gf!se-mi who also gets jealous easily. match made in heaven!

give her two seconds before she's eyeing up and down with a cold stare to anyone who's talking to you. her hands grip your waist as they start to roam over your body, she leaves a wet neck kiss as she gets close to your ear.

"bathroom. right now. or you wanna show them you're only my whore? because i'll fuck you right here and i'll make them watch" she whispers on your ear while you're talking, making you shiver.

yeah forget the chat, it wasn't that interesting anyways.

-> gf!se-mi that spends every sundays with you

lazy days, laying in bed hugging and kissing eachother, picking two books out of your book shelf to read for a while. if it's raining?? movie, take out food and a nap.

she just wants to be with you, does not care about anything else.

-> gf!se-mi that if you're into romantic stuff, she's doing her best for her girl. sometimes she forgets tbh but there it is min-su to remind her!

se-mi: 😭 she's mad at me

min-su: it's flower day. according to tik tok, girl's wanna receive a yellow bouquet

se-mi: you're my second favorite person.

and she's at your door 30 minutes after you got mad with a yellow bouquet, smiling behind it.

she really tries.

-> gf!se-mi who knows how to draw so well, she actually draws a bouquet of ur favorite flowers to give u every month.

-> gf!se-mi who finds tik toks about kitties and sends them to you.

you open tik tok once again as you see a new video sent by your girlfriend. is a black cat licking a white cat with a pink bow

semisucks: das us:)

-> gf!se-mi who loves when you do skincare on her but she already has a pretty spotless face. although she uses hand soup to wash her face

-> gf!se-mi who never stopped flirting with you, she has to keep her girl

" you look so good tonight, you're lucky i have a wife or ill be taking you to bed real fast" she says winking as you roll your eyes.

-> gf!se-mi that after two years of dating, wants to move with you.

"you didnt ask for our consent" thanos says, shooking his head no as you both tell them the news.

"you steal our best friend and now you want her to move? that's not happening" nam gyu agrees with him.

you stare at the three of them who are fighting about you like little kids.

"well, i guess its time to bring the second choice" i say to se-mi as she places her head on the table as she mumbles 'fuck'

"she moves here" i say, staring at those two as they stare at eachother.

"fine. but no moaning" thanos says as nam gyu nods.

-> gf!se-mi who hates her birthday, except this year, when you throw her a mini surprise party with nam-gyu, thanos and min-su.

-> gf!se-mi who can't cook... please don't make her.

-> gf!se-mi who protects you and puts you on top of anything.

you're her girl after all.

nsfw hc!

-> gf!se-mi who has an obsession with your tits, when youre riding her? shes having a blast seeing your tits bounce

-> gf!se-mi who fucks u in public places. 100%

-> gf!se-mi who has a broken brain when she sees you with a new lingerie set.

-> gf!se-mi who has a black strap. and god she knows how to use it

-> gf!se-mi who didn't do it right if you're not crying and trembling by the end of the night.

-> gf!se-mi who loves quickies. everytime you two are about to go out you're suddenly 15 minutes late because you just looked so cute in that oufit, that she had to eat you out.

-> gf!se-mi who quiets her whimpers everytime you're eating her out while she's playing with the guys.

"are you okay? focus dip shit" nam-gyu says to her.

she's on her chair, completely flustered and out of breath, biting her lips while you're swirling around her clit.

"i'm- i'm fine" she sttuters as she quickly mutters the mic, her hand grabs your hair. "right there princess"

-> gf!se-mi who loves to hear you while she fucks you. if you're not screaming she's not happy.

-> gf!se-mi that gets extremely frustrated when you tease her in public.

it's okay, she'll make you her slut when you're back home<3

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

TRUST:

Chishiya x Reader (Season 2)

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"They lied to you."

Y/N slowly turned toward the owner of the voice, unconsciously gripping the cookies she had just taken from the shelf.

The man was sitting casually at one of the dining room tables, hands in his pockets and his gaze forward. She didn’t respond, trying to maintain a serene appearance. Then he looked at her. No, he didn’t just look at her. He observed her, analyzed her. Y/N felt his piercing eyes probing the depths of her mind, and for a moment, she felt exposed. She had never been good at Games of Hearts. Still, she kept a defiant look on her face, which made the man smile—an amused smile accompanied by a small victorious laugh. Then, he turned his gaze back to the front and brought a cookie to his mouth.

"Who lied to me?" she spoke, motionless in place.

"Your group," he replied with a sigh, not meeting her gaze. He chewed his cookie thoughtfully for a few seconds and then spoke again. "Your suit is hearts, not spades."

Y/N took a deep breath, and after looking around to make sure no one else was in the dining room, she took a step toward the man.

"Why should I trust you?" she practically whispered.

The man laughed softly again and looked at her.

"I don’t think you have many other options."

Silence filled the room again for a few seconds. The man had caught Y/N’s attention from the moment she entered the game: "A clearly enigmatic character, reserved, and most likely the Jack," she had thought at the time.

"Why would you help me?" she tried to gauge him.

The man sighed dramatically before speaking.

"It turns out I’ve run out of a partner. He died in the last round." He spoke with feigned sadness, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

A sarcastic laugh escaped her.

"Your partner died because you gave him the wrong suit?" she mocked. "How am I supposed to trust you then?"

Y/N saw the man open his eyes again and look at her with a smile.

"I didn’t give him the wrong suit." He paused. "He was… too kind for this world." He muttered.

Then he stood up, turning his back to her, pushing back the white hair that covered his collar. Y/N looked at the suit but didn’t speak. After a few seconds, the man turned his head with a playful attitude.

"Aren’t you going to tell me? I told you yours." He looked over his shoulder, smiling.

A chill ran down her spine. There were only five minutes left to enter a cell and announce her suit. Just a moment ago, she had been sure about it, but now, this man had unsettled her trust.

She stayed silent, and the man turned to face her. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, weighing her options. If she believed he was the Jack, the most prudent thing would be to lie.

"Diamond." She spoke at last.

The man smiled, and she squeezed the cookie packet a little tighter in her hands.

"Are you going to trust me?" she asked him. The man shrugged.

"This is a game of trust, isn’t it? To win, you have to trust people." He spoke.

"This is a game of hearts , to win you have to betray people” She replied sarcastically. She hated those games.

The man seemed thoughtful for a few seconds.

"Trust and betrayal usually go hand in hand" he finally concluded.

The man put his hands in his pockets just as a voice echoed over the speakers:

"It’s time to return to your cells and declare your suit."

A shiver ran down her spine, as it always did when that voice echoed through the walls. The man seemed to notice this, laughed softly, then turned his back and took a few steps before stopping suddenly.

"Your group has already lied before… What made you think you wouldn’t be the next in line?" There was no genuine curiosity in the question, just a sort of mockery. She didn’t answer.

The man slightly turned his head to look at her.

"See you in the next round."

And with that, he walked away, leaving the girl confused with the now-crushed cookie packet in her hands.

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Hey everyone!

Sorry for being MIA for so long... I’ve been caught up with a lot of things behind the scenes but I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so here’s something I had sitting in my drafts! Hope you like it while I keep working on all your amazing requests.

Thanks for sticking around!

[oscinhaslandito]

Bloody Chaos

Warning: ik some of the parts are a little out of touch and unrealistic but it's all in good fun for chaos please don't send hate

Y/N wakes up feeling a little off, but she assumes it's just morning hunger. She slowly pulls the covers off, trying not to wake Oscar, when she sees it— a huge bloodstain pooling underneath her on his crisp white sheets.

Panic sets in. Her eyes widen in horror, her breath catches in her throat, and before she can think, a small, accidental shriek escapes her lips.

Oscar, still half-asleep, grumbles and shifts next to her. "What? Who died?"

"ME. I JUST DIED. LOOK AT THE SHEETS."

Oscar cracks one eye open, blinking in the dim morning light. His gaze drops to the stain, then drifts lazily back to Y/N. "Oh. Okay. No big deal."

"NO BIG DEAL??" Y/N screeches, face heating up in mortification. "I JUST BLED ALL OVER YOUR BED, OSCAR."

He rubs his face, sitting up, looking frustratingly unbothered. "Babe, it's fine. Happens, right? At least we know we don’t need Plan B pills after last night, now."

Y/N gasps, launching a pillow at his face. "I AM GOING TO END YOU, PIASTRI."

Oscar catches the pillow mid-air, smirking, before suddenly reaching over and scooping Y/N into his arms.

"Oscar! Put me down!"

"Nope. You’re going straight to the shower. I’ll handle the bed."

Y/N kicks and squirms, but he carries her effortlessly, striding into the bathroom. He places her down inside the shower, steps back, and before she can react—he shuts the door and locks it with a chair under the handle.

"Oscar, what the hell?!"

"You’re not escaping until you shower," he calls out. "I got this covered."

Y/N bangs on the door, mortified beyond belief. "OSCAR, WAIT—I DON’T HAVE ANY HYGIENE PRODUCTS."

Silence.

Then, the distant sound of music turning on from the speakers outside the bathroom.

Y/N groans. "You have got to be kidding me."

Thirty minutes later…

Oscar finally realizes his mistake, sheepishly jogging up the stairs.

"Oh shit, you're right, you need hygiene products."

Y/N, still trapped in the bathroom, is one second away from combusting. "YA THINK?!"

He sprints out of the house, drives thirty minutes to the store, and returns looking way too pleased with himself as he holds up a pack of… cotton balls.

Y/N blinks at him. "Oscar. What is that?"

"Tampons," he declares proudly.

She stares at him, then at the literal pack of cotton balls in his hands. "Oscar, those are cotton balls."

"Yeah! That’s what tampons are, right? Like, little cotton things? You just… y'know… use them?" He gestures vaguely.

Y/N buries her face in her hands. "Oh my god."

Oscar tilts his head. "What? My mum told me once they’re just cotton you put in there when you’re bleeding."

Y/N groans. "Oscar. No. No, no, no. That is not how it works."

A pause.

"Oh."

Another pause.

"In my defense," Oscar adds, scratching the back of his head, "I moved to a different country super early, and I went to an all-boys boarding school. How was I supposed to know? No one ever taught me tampon science."

Y/N gapes at him. "Tampon science?"

Oscar nods solemnly. "I feel like this should’ve been in the curriculum."

Y/N sighs. "Just… go back and get the right thing. And for the love of god, get pads."

Another trip to the store later…

The moment he returns with actual pads—albeit the smallest size possible—Y/N finally emerges from the bathroom, exhausted and grumpy. She snatches the bag from his hands and rifles through it, her irritation bubbling over when she sees the tiny pads.

"Oscar, why are these so small?"

He shrugs. "I thought it was like clothes sizing."

Y/N exhales sharply, staring at him in sheer disbelief. "Oscar. That is not how this works."

Oscar scratches the back of his head. "Should I go back again?"

Y/N crosses her arms. "What do you think?"

Cue another thirty-minute round trip, and this time, Oscar returns with an assortment of pads in every possible size. The cashier had apparently given him a knowing look, and he'd fled the store in mild humiliation.

The rest of the day…

Oscar spends every second trying to make Y/N laugh, but she’s not having it.

Determined to make her feel better, he insists on making her tea, only to immediately burn himself on the kettle. Y/N watches, unimpressed, as he yelps and shakes his hand dramatically.

"Are you okay?" she deadpans.

"I need a hospital," he groans, clutching his wrist like he’s just lost a battle.

"You need common sense."

Later, as a final attempt at redemption, he announces that he’s going to bake her a cake.

"Do you even know how to bake?" she asks, still skeptical.

"No," he says with a confident grin, "but how hard can it be?"

Famous last words.

By the time he’s done, the kitchen looks like a war zone, flour is in his hair, and the cake is…questionable. The batter somehow ended up on the ceiling, and the frosting is a runny mess, but Oscar beams at his masterpiece like he’s just won a Michelin star.

"Tada!" he says proudly, presenting the lopsided cake to Y/N.

She raises an eyebrow. "Oscar… is it supposed to look like that?"

"Absolutely," he lies.

Y/N sighs, gives in, and takes a bite. It's terrible. But when she looks up at Oscar, who's watching her expectantly, his face full of hope, she swallows it down.

"Good, right?" he grins.

"Mmm," she hums, forcing a smile.

He narrows his eyes. "You hate it."

"I love it," she corrects, even as she struggles to chew. "Best cake ever."

Oscar leans forward, smirking. "You’re lying to spare my feelings."

"Duh."

With a laugh, he pulls her into his arms, ignoring her protests. "Well, too bad, because you’re stuck with me forever. Period stains, terrible cake, and all."

Y/N groans but doesn’t push him away. Because at the end of the day, despite all the chaos, she’s maybe—just maybe—falling in love with this sweet menace of a man.

[savannagonemad]

at the end of the rainbow

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fluff ✨

se-mi x fem!reader

💫 soulmate au where everyone is colorblind until they meet their soulmate in-person 💫

wordcount: 1.9k

author's note: my first ever shot at writing a soulmate au! i really love this idea and i hope i did it justice. soulmate au ideas/requests are also on the table now so please send them my way if you have them!! ✨ also thank you lovelies for 250 total likes on my blog! it inspires me to keep writing! that's enough rambling, enjoy the story!! 💚💚

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you let out a sigh as you looked down at your computer. the dull, grey screen stared back at you.

you were unlucky. people usually met their soulmates early in their life, at schools or other places with large gatherings. it was an amazing thing to watch happen, and envied that the people around you could see color while you couldn't every time.

by now, you were well beyond the age when people usually met their soulmates. you were in college, and only 10% of people made it this far without their soulmate.

your heart hurt. what if your soulmate had died or lived overseas or something?

a notification ping from your computer pulled you out of your thoughts. it was a new message from your long-distance friend se-mi. you had met her online one day and the two of you really hit it off, and now you messaged every day. you clicked onto the message.

"hi y/n"

the typing indicator popped up for a moment before a new message came through.

"i'm bored, wanna call?"

it's not like you had anything better to do. you typed back a quick "sure" and soon enough, a call came through on your phone. you hit the join button.

"hiiii," se-mi's voice came through the speaker. you sat back in your chair and smiled, forgetting about your soulmate issues for now. for some strange reason, se-mi's voice always calmed you down.

"hey sem," you replied affectionately.

"guess what?" se-mi said almost instantly. something must have gotten her excited; she was usually much calmer than this.

"what's up?" you asked, curious.

you could almost feel her excitement through the phone. she didn't speak for a few moments to build the anticipation.

"i got accepted into your college!" she finally exclaimed. you paused, not sure that you heard correctly.

"...what?" you asked, your heart beginning to race. se-mi repeated what she said, and then dropped another bomb.

"i'm flying out there tomorrow!" se-mi said, causing a rush of excitement to hit you.

"sem! why didn't you tell me this earlier?!" you asked. you couldn't hide the smile on your face. you were finally going to see your friend after all this time!

"i wanted it to be a surprise~!" se-mi hummed. you could tell she was proud of herself for surprising you like this.

the two of you talked for a few more minutes. you agreed to meet at a local restaurant once she got into the area. you set a time together and talked about logistics for a little while longer until se-mi told you she had to go pack. you said your goodbyes and hung up.

it wasn't as good as finding your soulmate, but at least you'd get the chance to meet someone you were friends with.

you spent the rest of the day thinking about the upcoming meeting. you couldn't believe that the person you had known online for years was going to be attending your school! you had been a bit lonely lately so having a friend around like this would make things easier as well.

you turned on your phone and texted your mutual friend ji-yeong about it. ji-yeong went to the school already - in fact, you had met her there - but was quite busy since she was taking honors classes. the two of you barely had time to hang out due to scheduling issues. you introduced ji-yeong to se-mi online about a year ago and the two of them kept in on-and-off communication.

soon enough, ji-yeong's response came back.

"omg!!"

ji-yeong sent you about four hundred twenty-seven more identical texts. she had always been quick to become excited. you were going to text her back to ask her to stop nuking your phone when a new text came through, followed by three more.

"can i come with??"

"please"

"please"

"please"

you quickly texted back "yeah sure" just so she wouldn't use all your data. your plan backfired when she sent you eighty-five more texts celebrating that you'd let her come with.

you rolled your eyes and muted the conversation for an hour. hopefully she'd be done freaking out by then. you went back to your classwork, wanting to get everything done today so you could have tomorrow off. before you knew it, the day had passed, you had slept, and it was time to meet up with se-mi.

"ji-yeong, come on," you called out, knocking at her dorm door.

"one second! gosh," she replied, causing you to knock at the door harder. she had asked for "one second" half an hour ago.

finally, she came out, ready to go.

"took you long enough," you teased as the two of you began walking to the restaurant where you would meet up with your friend. your phone dinged before ji-yeong could reply. it was a text from se-mi.

"i'll be a bit late, traffic. start without me"

you texted back a simple "okay" and kept walking. you and ji-yeong caught up with each other as you walked, getting each other up to date. before you knew it, you had arrived at the restaurant. you and ji-yeong followed the server back to a table and placed your drink orders.

ji-yeong was rambling about something that you weren't paying too much attention to when an excited shriek rang out through the restaurant. you flinched and turned to see what happened.

two people had seen each other and were studying the world around them in awe, holding hands.

"hm, looks like they're soulmates," ji-yeong commented nonchalantly.

you remembered ji-yeong telling you she had seen tons of people find their soulmates at the school she went to before college, so the sight wasn't anything new to her.

you watched happily and enviously as the newly formed couple's world burst into color. you sighed, which ji-yeong noticed.

"don't get too disheartened. i haven't found mine yet either," ji-yeong said dismissively. she had taken the mentality of "if it happens it happens" which was a mindset you wished you could have.

"i just wonder what it's like," you said. ji-yeong tilted her head at you, prompting you to elaborate. "to see color, i mean."

"i figure it's a lot less grey," she joked. you grinned at that. somehow she knew exactly what to say.

the server came back, applauded the new couple for finding each other, then came to your table to take your order, dropping off your drinks. you and ji-yeong ordered your food and kept talking while you were periodically scanning for se-mi. apparently she had been caught in quite a lot of traffic.

the server brought back your food pretty quickly. you and ji-yeong began eating. after a few minutes, you sighed, looking down at your food. you reached for it to take another bite, but someone else's hand swooped in, stealing it from you.

"hey!" you complained, looking up to the perpetrator.

"you don't mind if i have this too, right?" se-mi's voice came from above. you looked up and saw that she had already eaten the food she just stole. she looked down at you, grinning.

you also saw something else. both you and se-mi froze, and you immediately forgot about the theft that just took place.

"sem, what is wrong with your eyes?" you asked, standing up to get a better view. her grey eyes were developing a brown shade.

"there's nothing wrong with my eyes? what's up with yours??" se-mi retorted, leaning in, blinking a few times. to her, your eyes were becoming a shade of lighter black.

ji-yeong gasped loudly and pressed a hand to her mouth as she figured out what was happening. she whipped out her phone and began recording. other customers at the restaurant turned to look at what all the commotion was about.

you and se-mi stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. suddenly, the environment around you lit up with color, the new sight drawing tears to your eyes. you could see everything. se-mi's green clothing, her pale skin, the blush that had found its way to her face.

"you're... you're my soulmate," you breathed, looking around you with wonder at the beauty you had never seen before. a thousand emotions raced through you and you didn't know what to do with any of them.

"y/n, i never thought... it all makes so much sense," se-mi replied, quickly pulling you into a hug. the nearby customers applauded as your souls found each other. ji-yeong was cheering in the background.

"i'm never leaving you, so help me god," you whispered to her. you returned the hug, holding her close. you felt extremely protective of se-mi all of a sudden.

you hugged for a few more moments before se-mi made you sit down at the table. she sat next to you, pulling you against her.

"cmon, the food is getting cold," she said. you rested your head on her shoulder as you resumed eating, trying to ignore ji-yeong's billion questions.

you found yourself infatuated with the ketchup on the table. it was so vibrantly red. you decided you liked colors. se-mi's clothes were a perfect shade of green. se-mi was warm. you pressed closer against her, wanting to be as close to her as possible.

se-mi was also looking down at you with admiration, though she was hiding her feelings a lot better than you were. her hand found yours under the table and she held onto it tightly.

after what felt like an eternity, you had finished your food. you held onto se-mi's arm while ji-yeong stared at both of you with admiration. you couldn't believe se-mi was so calm. you wanted to scream and make the whole world aware that se-mi was your soulmate. eventually, your impatience got the better of you and you stood up, dragging se-mi out of her seat. she stood close to you, holding onto your shoulder.

"we'll be right back, ji-yeong. we need a moment because i seriously think waiting another eight seconds will kill me right here," you rushed out. you pulled se-mi outside of the restaurant before ji-yeong could even process your words. there was nobody outside, perfect.

you turned to face your soulmate, looking up at her. you were stricken with a loss for words as you caught a glimpse of the vibrancy of a nearby tree. se-mi looked down at you, smiling and saying nothing, her body language saying more than enough.

"sem, i- i don't-" you started. se-mi pressed her finger to your mouth, shushing you.

"don't say anything, hm?" she said, dragging her finger down your face to your chin. she tilted your head up to look at her.

the next instant, she leaned down, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against yours. you felt an immediate sense of peace as you kissed back, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as she placed a hand behind your head to pull you in deeper. all your worries were gone as you kissed se-mi, the only thing that mattered to you now was her.

after a couple moments, she broke the kiss, getting a whine out of you.

"i'll kiss you more later, yeah? don't worry," she reassured you. you nodded, holding onto her arm protectively again.

the two of you returned back to your table with ji-yeong, holding hands under the table. you settled against her while she held you, letting out a sigh of relief and happiness.

it goes without saying that you were extremely grateful to have met se-mi.

~~~💚💚💚~~~💚💚💚~~~💚💚💚~~~

[moralesmilesanhour]

teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2

summary: miles is not exactly a productive work partner

wc: ~800

A/N: not much plot movement here, but a tiny bit of exposition sort of. Miles will calm down in the following chapters...maybe 🥴

prev. next

"Oh Miles? He's in some of my AP classes. Honor student," Your friend's voice filtered through your phone speakers while on the FaceTime call. She popped a potato chip in her mouth as she sat in bed and sniffled, at home with a nasty cold.

"I've heard his name before. I think his dad died, that true?"

"Yeah, a couple years ago. Say he used to be really sweet, and now he don't talk no more."

"That's sad," you remark. "Maybe that's why I'm only seeing him now."

"You actually saw him in class?!?"

Your friend's face was the picture of disbelief, eyes wide as saucers as if this was a rare event.

"Yeah, he's my partner for the week cuz you decided to go and get yo ass sick!" you explained, dramatically jabbing a finger at your phone screen.

"It's not my fault that kid from AP Chem sneezed on me, damn!"

"He's really smart, but his attitude fucking sucks. He draws good, though," you think out loud.

“It’s just a week, sis, give it four more days, you’ll be fine.”

“You’d better hope so, for your sake.”

-

The following afternoon saw you asking around, trying to piece together a picture of this kid that everyone simultaneously knew and didn’t know. By the time lunchtime ended and Ms. Jones’ calculus class rolled around, you had heard the following:

‘Almost flunked out of school…on purpose’.

‘Did graffiti on the school walls once.’

‘Freakishly quiet’.

‘Secretly joined a gang’.

That last bit made your stomach turn a little as you approached your new temporary seat. Sure enough, Miles was already slouched at his desk, twirling that same pen between his fingers like a drumstick. You didn’t bother to say ‘hi’ this time. He didn’t bother to look up, either.

Miles didn’t say a word during the lecture portion of class, not even to answer questions. Would explain why you’d hardly noticed him until this week.

As the heavy-set math teacher scanned the classroom, she frequently craned her neck and made brief eye contact with Miles, but never cold-called him.

Her skin was a chestnut shade, and she kept her dark hair pinned back in a tight, slick bun. The way she pressed her lips together as she moved on suggested that they’d been through this before, and she'd be sorely disappointed.

When her lecture ended, Miles suddenly stood to his full height.

You weren’t able to tell by the way he sat, but the boy was quite lanky. Even with his awkwardly-broad shoulders slumped, he likely was a half a head taller than you. Ms. Jones stopped her slow pacing around the classroom and sighed.

“Miles, sweetie, what did I say yesterday?”

Miles looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation before plopping back down into his chair. He raised his hand as if it pained him to do so.

“Yes, Mr. Morales?”

“May I please use the restroom?”

A few snickers could be heard erupting around the classroom, and the woman rolled her eyes. An innocent smile was plastered over Miles’ face, revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. If the smile had actually reached his eyes, you would’ve thought he was cute.

“Go ahead,” Jones relented.

The boy dropped the smile and noisily pushed his chair aside; As he shot back up from his seat and strolled past your desk towards the door, Jones narrowed her eyes at him.

“Hold it. Sir, where are your glasses?”

Miles stopped in his tracks, groaning loudly.

“Oh my god, I don’t need glasses to go potty, Ms. Jones. I can aim, I promise.”

“Make sure you put them on as soon as you get back, your mother told me to remind you. Go,” Jones said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Uh-huh, thank you, ma’am!” The boy was already in the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.

Today's partner work was just a packet of long equations to simplify, so you were only mildly irritated that Miles never seemed to return from his impromptu bathroom trip until the last fifteen minutes of class.

You looked up as he sauntered over to his desk, hands in his pockets.

“Where were you? Class is almost over,” you demanded.

Miles ignored you and sat down, picking up his pen to work at a long string of equations at lightning speed.

Suddenly, you reached over and snapped your fingers in front of him. The boy looked up with his lips curled into a grimace.

"What's good witchu? You got through the work, didn't you?" Miles hissed in a low whisper to avoid catching Ms. Jones' attention.

You frowned deeply. "And what if I didn't? I'd be struggling while you were off running around the damn school-"

"I needed time to myself," he interrupted. "To think."

" 'Think' about what?"

"Personal shit," Miles resumed his problem-solving. "Any more questions, officer?"

The school bell rang, pulling from you a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to see him again for another 24 hours.

[silvvermst]

SO, KISS ME

SYNOPSIS :: a drunk Warren somehow ends up in front of your dorm roon

NOTE :: made this while I was at work, got this inspo from an edit on tiktok !! btw, this is a gn! reader yeyyy

TYPE :: fluff / implied smut

A phone call snapped you from your focus on the computer, your fingers typing abruptly stopped. You took off your earphones and swiftly grabbed the phone from the other table.

“Yes, hello?” You pressed the phone between your ear and shoulder. While you focused back on your PC.

“Heeey, friend. Why you calling?” Although the owner of the voice slurred his words, it was booming loudly from the speaker that you had no choice but to wince.

You mouthed an, ‘Oh my God’ with a roll of your eyes.

“Helloooo, is that you my friend? My wizard friend, Dumblebee?” Again, the loudness of his voice remains the same.

“Fucking hell, Warren, you know that I'm grinding tonight!” You said with a huff, slowly losing focus from not just the loudness of his voice but his background with party songs.

“Oh, hi! Can, can you, uh, my broom is not working. So, please pick up.” An annoyed expression was now sitting comfortably on your face. Even from miles away you can imagine the harsh smell from the liqour.

“No, I'm not taking care of your drunk ass.” You huff by this time your character in the game already died, flashing red with a text saying ‘Game Over’. “Ugh, now, I'm dead.”

“What?! NO! You can't be dead!” He screams on his phone that makes you grimace and the phone slips from your shoulder and ears, letting it drop on the floor. From a short distance, you can faintly hear his voice.

“I swear to God, I'll kill you when I pick you up.” you muttered under your breath before picking up the phone from the floor. “Stay right where you are, I'll bring you home.”

Then, you ended the call. You grabbed the hoodie he left on your bed and put it on, secretly loving the way it fits perfectly on your body. You locked your dorm room and headed to the parking lot, with the keys jingling on your finger as you tucked your phone in your pockets.

As you were about to start the engine, a call buzzed through your phone. Warren's name appears on the called ID. “I told you I'm picking you up. Stay where you are.”

“Uh, hey, you must be Warren’s friend.” A feminine voice filled your ears as you turned the engine on.

“Yeah, who, who's this?” You stammered unintentionally, but somehow your voice breaks, either from embarrassment or uneasiness whether Warren is even present in the situation.

“This is Max, I, we, found Warren outside of the club.” Oh, she's the girl Warren's been talking about for a month. “We'll take him home.” She pauses since Warren's voice starts to interrupt her.

“Is that my Dumblebee?” You sighed.

“Alright, then, you guys take good care of him.” You fiddled with the keys and turned the engine off. The other caller ends it, then you finally let out a big sigh you've been keeping ever since you've heard Max's voice fill the car from Warren's phone. Does that mean they went to the party together? Or he finally invited her? Asked her out? Was that their first date?

“Fuuuuck!” You slammed the car door close, your hands finding warmth inside of the pocket of his hoodie. “Shouldn’t have called me if you already had someone taking care of you! Fucking…hell.”

You went back to your dorm with a grudge, slumping back down on your office chair. The game you were playing earlier was still on and how the light from the computers lights up your dimmed room. Playing this shitty game is the only thing that can stop your mind from thinking about whether Warren made it out alive and is safe. But of course, the more you play, the more time passes and your worry only gets worse. To the point you let your character get killed and the screen fades with a ‘Game Over’, and immediately grabs your phone that sits on top of your bed since you threw it away earlier.

“The least that girl could do was update me on whether Warren made it home safe.” You said under your breath, feeling irritated yet upset since you know you don't have the right to it, you were just his friend, not a partner. “But still! I can still get worried, God be damned.”

You input his number and it starts ringing and ringing, at first you thought there was something wrong with your speakers that it seems like it has an echo. “Wait, what the fuck?” The only difference was that the echo comes from a distance.

More likely from the other side of the door that you immediately connected the dots. You rush to your front door upon opening it, Warren's back was lying against your door upon opening his back smashes harshly against the floor that he let out grunts of pain.

“Fuck! Warren? What the, what are you?” Your questions that were running through your mind seemed to fade away when you saw the discomfort on his face. “Alright, wake up. Let's get you to my bed.”

Your arms wrapped around his waist as you used yourself as his crutch, stumbling down to your bed. You let go of his weight when you were near your bed, and you watched as his head hit the pillows that he made a sound from.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Warren?” You sighed, not even caring if he's going to answer since he doesn't look conscious.

“Mhm…” He lets out that it made you step closer.

“What did you say?”

“You promised to pick me up.” He said in the most childish tone, like a kid that didn't get a gift from their birthday.

“Well, I'm sorry, your highness.” You said sarcastically while you rolled your eyes. “I would have if not for your little girlfriend.”

“Max is my friend.” You couldn't help but make an annoyed face, as you walked away from him and went to close the door.

“And I'm your friend, there's an obvious difference between how you treat me and her.” You whispered.

“I heard that.” How the fuck?!

“Now, aren't you a superhero with a lame power? Tell me, do you hear the birds chirping too?” You bite back, even yourself was surprised to have a petty fight with a drunkard.

He tries to sit up but fails miserably, as it seems the bed was swallowing him up. “Can you please come here? I really can't feel my legs.”

“Mhn, are you sobering up?” He didn't answer, instead opening his arms and legs wide like a starfish. “Nope, still drunk as fuck.”

“I missed you, we didn't see each other for like,” He pauses with a confused expression planted on his face. “For like, uh, four days?”

“It was just two days, Warren. Two. Days.” You emphasized the last two words, and turned to your heels walking towards your small kitchen counter. Brewing hot water on an electric kettle.

“I missed playing with you, studying with you, watching with you, reading your stories.” He says in his starfish position, still. Although, he didn't say he missed you but you were glad enough that he missed doing things with you.

“Me too.” A short reply that led him to keep talking that you almost zoned out.

“So yeah, that's how I got stuck at the party. Can you believe it?! Those fuckers! Now, I have to buy new tires.” He exclaimed, your bed was already a mess since one of your pillows was on the floor and your comforter was touching the floor.

“Don’t worry we'll get your car fixed. I know a vulcanizing shop, we can get a new tire.” The shriek of the kettle began and he screamed. Literally, screamed.

“What was that?!”

“Calm your tits, I'm preparing you some tea.” You pulled the plug and prepared a blue mug, his mug, which is a mug that he alone only uses. You filled the mug and dropped a tea bag on it.

“Mhm, tea. I like it with milk.”

“With milk, I know.” The both of you said in unison.

You could hear him thrash around your bed as there were shuffling and whining coming from him. He gets so fussy when he's drunk.

“Is it done?” He asks, his head resting against his hand as he turns his body to look at you from the kitchen counter. “You look good in my hoodie.”

Realization hits hard when you remembered you didn't take it off after you came back, as your blush appears quickly on your cheeks and feel its heat travel to your ears and down to your spine that makes your ears ring. “It was cold and your hoodie was the only thing I have right now.” You said quietly, thank fucking hell your back was on him because he can easily see the redness of your cheeks. But you didn't notice that he already got up from your bed.

“Mhm, should I just give you all of my clothes? You seemed to look better on them than on me.” He whispered beside you, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Shit! Warren! When did you get there? I thought you couldn't feel your legs!” It was too late, he already saw your face. So instead, you wrapped your hand on the handle of the mug and pushed it gently to him. “Get yourself sober and I'll take you home.”

You walked away, almost running from him. As your eyes darted around the room, you plopped down on your swivel chair. Though, you can hear him take some sips of his tea and hear a hiss from burning his tongue. “Are you making fun of me?”

You couldn't help but giggle at him, “Sorry, sorry, you sounded like an idiot.”

“Nuh uh, my GPA is higher than yours. Therefore, your argument deems to be irrelevant.” You can hear him start to walk, but not near you. He settled down on your bed once again. “I can see you rolling your eyes.”

“Whatever, finish your tea… you're crazy for ending up here” You mulled over the thought of it and couldn't help but ask him. “Why were you even here in the first place?”

“You said you'll pick me up.” He repeated his answer from the same previous question you asked him. “I told them to drop me here. So you'll get to take me home.”

You noticed he hasn't slurred his speech so much, maybe since the conversation went on and on it made him sober enough.

“You’re an idiot, you really are. It's just, sometimes I don't even get you. We've been friends for a while. I mean, maybe for a while, but you're hard to read. And the stupid comments you're making earlier, you make it sound like I stole your clothes.” Your frustration from earlier was already filling you up that you didn't notice he set the half empty mug in your nightstand and walked towards you.

Warren saw how your shoulder blades motion as your hands waves around while you're explaining, but when you get like this you always turn your back on him. He hates it the most, when you finally say your true feelings to him but you're talking to air instead of facing him. He wants to see your face, your expressions, that cute crunch that forms between your eyebrows, or how you bite your lower lip when you hesitate but in the end spills whatever you're thinking anyway. He couldn't read you the way he wanted to, and so he approached you, placing a firm hand on your swivel chair and turned you around.

“Do you want me to stay or not?” His voice was soft but his expression was stoic. The drunkenness he felt earlier dissipates, he could clearly see your face and your mouth formed an ‘o’. Then, once again the blood on your body travels back to your cheeks staining it with red.

You were like a gaping fish when you met him face to face, trapping you on the chair as his hands held on the armrest. “Well?” He urges on. “Does your silence means ‘yes’?”

Thoughts were rushing through your mind, what the fuck is he exactly insinuating?! First, he goes to that fucking drive-in with a girl. The next he hangs out with Brooke. Now, he's trapping you in this chair with no idea why the fuck is he even upset! If anyone is upset, it should be you!

“I just thought Max will take you home, how was I supposed to know you'll get this childish?!” You huffed, crossing your arms and leaning your back to the chair. “There are already a lot of people taking care of you, why should I include myself in? We're just friends.”

His shoulders slacken. “Then, fine. I'll get going, then.” He grunted, pulling himself away from you. Swaying from side to side as if his drunkenness came back. “Poor me, alone and drunk , I hope I won't run into some muggers.”

You sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Just pray that I won't kill you tonight. At least, get sober before we head out because I'm not dragging your sleepy ass when you pass out.”

“Okie dokie! Don't worry, I'm all sober now.” He responds with a smile on his face before launching himself on your bed.

“But you just said you're drunk?!” You threw your hands up in frustration.

“Did I say that? Oh, well.” His jolly attitude continues as he hugs your pillow and comforter. Is he actually faking his sobriety right now?

You got up from your chair and walked to him, “Alright, stop lounging around and let's get going”

He was quiet for a second but he didn't get off the bed, “I’m sorry for earlier, Chloe told me those lines usually work.” Instead he was busying himself with fiddling the stitching of your pillows.

“It’s fine.” You sighed, stood in front of him and he started to look at you with that gaze. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘usually work’?”

Warren looks at you straight in the eyes, the type of stare that pulls you in as if there was a whole constellation inside his irises. He eventually looked away, pushing himself up from your bed until he was standing in front of you, his shadow created by the low light of the lamp covering you.

“What?” You ask, realizing how dumb you sound, like a deer in headlights.

“You really are naïve, as Chloe said.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I'm gonna get going.” He turned his back on you and headed to your door. Of course, you followed after him. When he opened the door, he stepped out in the doorframe, making the door remained open since he was still standing on its way, not budging.

“Now, what?” You asked, your phone in your pocket buzzing. “Wait, let me get this first.”

As you were about to pull out your phone, he asked you. “Truth or dare?”

“The fuck are you talking about.” You brows furrowed, confusion written all over you that you start to look like a question mark.

“Truth or dare? If you don't answer or do the dare, you'll do my homework for a month.” He repeated, his hands fidgeting to the point he started to scratch his nape. “Come on, don't make me look like an idiot.”

“You already are, dumbass. And it's dare, but make sure I don't get into trouble.” You took your phone and saw the caller ID and declined the call.

“Kissmerightnow.” He says, although his words came out too fast. But you weren't an idiot to not understand it. Then, his cheeks blushed with red as dark as cherries.

You were speechless to say the least, by how he's acting now made you believe for a second he's actually serious. But you know better that there's no way, surely he's just pulling a joke that Chloe, maybe, taught him.

So, you took his hand and planted a ghost kiss. Your lips barely brushed against his knuckles, but he could feel your hot breath that made his blush even darker and you noticed the twitch of his hand.

“There, asshole. Are you happy now? Let's get going.” You say but you were as flushed as him.

“Now, you ask me.” He pouts like a fucking child, you don't know whether you can stop yourself from pinching his cheek if he doesn't stop this cuteness.

“Fuuuck! Fine! Truth or dare?” You impatiently said, your hands resting on your hips.

“Dare.” You laughed at how determined he looks.

“Then, kiss me on the lips.” You say with a smug grin on your face.

He looked at you, again with that fucking stare, “Are you serious?”

“I’m dead serious, unless you want to ace all of my homeworks this month—”

You didn't finish your sentence because his own lips shut you up, his hands on your plump, red cheeks. His soft lips brush against yours, his eyes are scrunched close while his ear turns red that's similar to the color of his cheeks.

Your arms were limped on your sides, as you felt his body heat wrapped around you. You didn't realized that you were kissing him back, but he made a squeak when he felt your tongue glide on his lower lip. He patted your shoulder, stopping the kiss and took deep breaths that you kept while the two of you basked in each other's kisses.

The both of you were silent, but finally, you finally understood the look he gave you too many times. He was hitting on you in the first place, you were just too dumb to notice. Your eyes finally understood him, as well as he understands you.

The silence was deafening which is why you pulled him to you by his collar and closed the door behind you. Wishing no one saw the both of you making out in the hallway.

Although, a certain brunette with blue hair peered at the window.

“I really thought he'd chicken out, man. I mean, he was begging us to pick him home instead.” The blue haired bragged. “And in the end he makes us stop by at their dormitory. That guy is so fucking in love with them.”

“I know, but I guess we did a great job making him drunk first, huh?” Max says, though she wasn't really up to the challenge. She thought there was a better way to confess instead of drinking a lot of liquor to muster up Warren's courage. “Let's just not mention the fact that we put holes in his tires.”

“I doubt he'll get angry, I'm sureeeee he's enjoying a lot tonight.” She said with a grin, and Max just laughed and pulled her by the hand away from the window.

[afyrian]

☆ why not

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1.2k | prompts: meet cute + failed new years party

    music blares through comically large speakers, a music video playing through the television screen. it shakes the floorboards beneath your feet, vibrating through your socks and up your shins. a drink's top is held by your hand, holding it low with your hand covering the top. most of it is still filled, a warm buzz still lingering in your chest from your roommate's pregame. standing in the corner, you stare out at all of the people dancing with their partners and friends.

  someone close to you laments to one of their friends, complaining about not having someone at midnight. that they were turned down by far too many guys this year and she's just ready for it to be over. another mentions leaving early, watching a movie and relaxing as a form of 'rebellion' against the institutional rule. inspired by their ideas, you push against the far wall you're leaning against and make your way through the crowd.

  people press up against you, bumping into you with nearly every limb. holding your drink up high, you break free from the group, making your way down a lonely hallway. stepping into the kitchen, you can clearly see it's owned by a group of guys with the sole intention of throwing parties. grime settles on the kitchen counter, specks of grease smeared across the stove top.

  setting down your glass in the sick, you hear the sickening sounds of someone throwing up in the next room over. grimacing, you head back down the hallway, hand feeling the wall as you peek around the corner. there stands a few glasses on liquor on the floor, puke muddled within. one of the members of this house has puke up and down his sweater and pants. holding back the slight nausea building up, you open up the small closet’s door.

  inside is a mound of coats built up to your waist, your brown jacket pushed down halfway through. the material bunches up in your hand. looking over, you see your roommate walking over to you, a scowl on her face. “where are you going?” her voice is quiet, the music having died down since the ‘incident’.

  “i’m leaving. you have other people here, and i’m not drunk enough to be stupid. you know i’m not a party person, so, i’m gonna go back and watch a movie,” you whisper back, pulling the sleeves over your arms and zipping it up.

  “but it’s nearly midnight! and i’m sure i can find someone-”

  “no, no thank you! last time you ‘found someone’ for me, i ended up walking back to our dorm from an awful restaurant that was three miles away,” your head shakes quickly, pushing past your roommate and to the front door, opening and closing the door with a quickness that you never could’ve expected. 

  outside the chilly air is sharp, like needles prickling at your nose. stuffing your hands into your pockets, you start down their long driveway, excited that just two blocks away is your warm dorm room. snow trickles down from the sky, building up against the grass and streets slowly. pursing your lips, you start to realize just how quiet this area is at night.

  the only noise being the sound of someone else shutting the house’s door. looking back, you see someone walking towards you, the dark outdoors making his face indiscernible. furrowing your eyebrows, you keep walking, your heart beating quickly. “uh l/n?” his voice is smooth, your name sending a sharp uptick of fear in your heart.

  looking back, you swallow whatever saliva was building, “i’m sorry, who’s asking?”

  “sorry, i’m sakusa. i think we’re in the same anatomy course. i told my teammates i was gonna head back to my dorm and your roommate asked if i’d walk you back. as it’s rather late,” he comes into view of a nearby streetlight.

  his face is soft, handsome. two moles rest above his eyebrow, curly hair escaping a beanie that’s been put on haphazardly. leather gloves cover his hands, moving into his pockets to protect them from the chilly air. “right, she knows how to meddle. i assume she mentioned something about ‘being with her for midnight’,” you shake your head, continuing your walk as he quickens his stride to join you.

  “well, she didn’t. one of my teammates, atsumu, assured me that it’d be a great way to have my first new years kiss,” he shakes his head, walking with your stride, head turning like he’s checking the clock on his watch, “which would be in ten minutes.”

  you nod, trying to keep your heart from beating quicker every time you look at him. “right, well, i’m not usually one to kiss after really meeting someone for only ten minutes, no offense,” you bump into his shoulder, foot prints following the both of you down the street, surely to be covered by the incoming snow. 

  sakusa agrees, trying to keep his head staring straight. he can remember almost every time in class that you lifted your hand, that you looked to your friend and whispered something when the teacher announced a quiz. a part of him is happy to have finally had a chance to meet you. but looking at you, staring into your eyes, he knows he’s incapable.

  “none taken, i’m not really the type either. so… how are you fairing in anatomy?” 

  you look over at him and his attempt at keeping a conversation going. shrugging your shoulders, you give him a half-hearted smile, “okay, not my strongest suit but i don’t think i’ll fail, and that’s the only thing holding me on.”

  sakusa nods, walking past the next street with you. the college town’s layout appears perfect for students who don’t have a car (which happens to be most of them). passing a few apartment buildings, you see your dorm hall just one more street down. it’s decorated with holiday decorations, bringing a smile to your face. 

  “well, if you need any help, i would be more than happy to work with you,” sakusa looks over to you, looking straight ahead as you look back to him, a moment of uncertainty. 

  “i would like that, yeah. sorry, your friends forced you to walk me home. you really didn’t have to,” you stop at a stop light, turning to face him, hands clasped in front of you.

  his eyebrows furrow, body finally turning towards your’s, a smile on his lips. “but i wanted to, even if some of it was simply a set up,” sakusa swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing as he nervously shrugs his shoulders.

  “thank you, i mean we could tell them that we kissed, to get them off of our backs.”

  “sure, or we could just kiss.”

  you look up at him, smiling widely, looking up at the sky and back to him. taking a moment, you breath in the fresh city air. it’s quiet right now, the only sound being of people chanting down the time. “yeah, why not,” you bring your hand up to his neck, pulling him in for a kiss right as fireworks go off.

  he tastes of a light bourbon, something fancier than anyone would’ve had at the party. the smell of leather and the feeling of his gloved hand on your cheek sends a smile to your lips. sakusa feels it, smiling as well before pulling back, his forehead on your’s. “they’re gonna love this story.”

  “not as much as i do.”

a/n: happy new years everyone!! gen. taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

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[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 10 - Into the Night Kingdom

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request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please 🙏🙏

warnings: talks about castration, sisters arguing, talks of dying (nobody dies in this chapter), innuendos.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

"What did the doctor say?" Mavuika asked, giving you her full attention as Iansan looked confused.

"Archon?" Iansan began, but her question went unanswered.

"To rest. I'm fine... we're both fine. Mayahuel thinks the calculations are off though."

"Oh?" Mavuika frowned, knowing that Chuychu had estimated how far along you were when you took your test.

"Ten maybe... rather than nine. Find out more accurately soon." You shrugged, trying to block out how Iansan was looking between you and Mavuika.

"Archon, what is happening?" Iansan waited for an explanation, before realising this was clearly not her business.

"A personal development. One that in time, those closest to us will know more about. I apologise, Iansan." Mavuika explained giving you an apologetic look as she held back her urge to sweep you into her arms. Or to pepper your face in kisses and bury her face in your neck. To one day hold your baby in her arms.

"It's fine, but aren't you supposed to be resting?" Iansan turned to you, as you raised your hands in surrender, heading into Mavuika's personal chambers- yours and Mavuika's chambers, to do as you were told.

"How much does she know?" Iansan asked the moment that she heard the doors close behind you.

"Everything and more." Mavuika sighed, playing with the cuff of her bodysuit as Iansan frowned to herself. Were you one of the ancient name bearers?

(You were definitely bearing something alright...)

The sun was setting, you had no doubt Chuychu had reached wherever Chasca had gone and was giving her an earful now. You however, returned to Atea's letter, frowning as you read over its contents, then glancing at the other things in the package...

/// Meanwhile...

"Alright. It's just the two of us now. You have one minute to explain yourself." Chuychu folded her arms, not even facing Chasca, who sat on a crate, mirroring Chuychu's folded arms.

"I don't have anything to say. You don't have to approve, but you should know I only do what's necessary." Chasca huffed, but her younger sister was having none of it.

"What's necessary? You almost stormed the Speaker's Chamber to castrate the Archon. You seriously think our little sister needs that on top of everything? Your attitude is the problem here. Half the time, it's like you don't care! You try to sneak off to the Night Kingdom behind my back, then play it down as if it's just a trip abroad! Did you think about how it might affect me, or our pregnant baby sister, who would hang onto our every word growing up? Do you want her baby growing up without one of their aunts?"

"Well... technically I am going abroad, right? And, did you really have to bring that up?" Chasca shuffled uncomfortably at the memories.

"Again with the excuses!" Chuychu exclaimed, frowning at her older sister's attitude, before starting to talk through the four levels of danger, again.

Unfortunately, unlike arguments with you involved, this one did not end peacefully... it was not a normal argument.

"Alright, let's stop this here. If we keep going, I might actually have to get serious, and I think Wayna prefers his roof attached to his house."

"Is that a threat? That sounds like a threat to me!" Chuychu shouted, as Chasca finally raised her voice, momentarily.

"UGH! Chuychu! Younger sisters are supposed to listen to their elders."

"Well, we both know how well that goes sometimes." Chuychu huffed, reflecting on what she had told you in the past, "so you're really going to go? No matter what I say? I'm supposed to be your sister."

"Then, support me. I'll be back, all you have to do is wait." Chasca stated before turning away to go back to the others.

"Chasca... so, that's it? Why'd you both have to turn out to be... so... darn... annoying!" Chuychu grumbled, walking away first. She could at least distract herself with any patients at the Scions of the Canopy... while her elder sister risked her life in the Night Kingdom.

///

Paimon's voice woke you up first, but you had no interest in leaving the bed until you heard Chasca speak.

"Is she here?"

"Resting." Mavuika was vague, gesturing to her personal chamber doors. She didn't want anyone else entering after Chasca headed inside.

"It's me. I'm back. We're heading off again soon, but I wanted to check on you-" Your eldest sister began, but her words stopped at the moment you moved to hug her, waiting for a moment before she nodded, and let the hug happen.

"I missed you." Her ears barely picked up your words, holding you gently in her arms. She didn't want to hurt you accidentally, but you both needed the hug.

"I missed you too." Chasca whispered, before she moved her arm, "also, I brought you a snack. Puff Pops, from the Scions of the Canopy."

Your eyes lit up, the snack reminding you of many a time you watched the stars with Mavuika, eating it together in between conversation.

"Can I share them with Mavuika?" you hesitatingly asked, looking your oldest sister in the eye as she softened and nodded.

"I should warn you though. There's more than just Mavuika out there."

"So I should put on more clothes... um, can you help me find something comfy that also fits?" You flustered as Chasca raised an eyebrow, feeling out of her depth as she glanced around the room.

"I thought Chuychu helped you with that stuff. She mentioned something about bras-"

"She told you that? She said you'd shrivel up like a raisin if I asked you for help bra shopping!" You spluttered, as Chasca did indeed metaphorically shrivel up like a raisin at the idea of bra shopping with her younger sisters.

"Just... put some socks and shoes on too." Chasca brushed you off as you changed out of the sleep shorts into something more appropriate.

"Yeah... I confused the doctor by walking around with no shoes on earlier too." You admitted as you and Chasca headed towards the door to Mavuika's office, where all her mementos were... and apparently everyone else had gathered too.

"What is this place?" Paimon enquired, waving when she spotted you appear with Chasca, and a food she hadn't seen before, "ooh, food! What is that? Hey, isn't that Atea's talisman?"

"Puff pops. Scions of the Canopy specialty." You answered, flicking one of them into your mouth before scurrying over to Mavuika's desk.

"This is where I store all the various mementos I've collected." Mavuika explained, while the others admitted they'd never been in here, you were all too familiar with the room.

"I suppose you could see it as a hobby of sorts. In Natlan, everyone grows up listening to the stories of heroes. Chasca, you're already aware of your sister's work in preservation, physical items do a far better job at preserving those stories than our own memory." Mavuika sighed, watching you from the corner of her eye with a fond smile, "now, I still have some preparations to make for the ceremony, so feel free to take a look in the meantime. If you're curious about an item, I'm more than willing to tell you about it's origins."

"I can, also. Some of the stuff in here is what I've recovered or helped make." You replied, leaning against Mavuika's desk, much to the confusion of Mualani, and Chasca's uncomfortable frown.

"This flower looks like it's thriving. You must be good at taking care of plants, archon." Chasca commented, looking from the flowers to where you and Mavuika were stood, exchanging glances.

"The seeds were a gift I planted, there were so many I spread them between a few pots." Mavuika explained, not seeing how Chasca held back a shudder.

"Maybe you should have been more careful about where you planted your seed." Luckily everyone else was distracted observing the historical objects from their respective tribes, or chose to ignore what Chasca said because of the look on your face.

"Chuychu is right, you're so annoying!" You shivered, no longer hungry as you offered a grateful Paimon the rest of the Puff Pops.

Mavuika's ears burned with warmth, trying to keep her face blank but failing as she turned on her heel to not look in your sister's direction.

"Are you alright?" you mouthed, trying to hide the photo that your lover had on her desk of the two of you, but all you had done was gently lay it face down, leaving the mural of Mavuika's family fully on display. Mavuika nodded, answering Paimon's questions about Atea's talisman, then the other mementos.

Eventually the Traveller and Paimon made their way to Mavuika, who had just finished up with the powder, waiting for it to set.

"Well, what do you think of my collection? Do you feel like you have a better understanding of Natlan's culture?" Mavuika smiled, continuing to explain how the collection served as something similiar to ancient names. Something you were aware of, which was why you had taken photos of everything Mavuika had collected, and banned her from trying to use the albums for anything but looking at sentimentally.

Mavuika's talks about time left you speechless, having heard her explain the shape of time before, but it never failed with you. Something about time haunted you, but you knew why. Mavuika was on borrowed time, and so was Natlan, if the abyss couldn't be stopped. Blinking back tears, you directed your attention onto the Traveller, who spared a concerned glance at you.

"Humanity excels at living in the present, but too often, we forget the past, and neglect the future." Mavuika explained, nodding as the Traveller figured out what she was saying.

"So it all comes down to the power of the divine throne and the rules... wait is that, a family portrait?" Paimon floated closer to Mavuika's desk, "and- what do you have there?"

Paimon spotted your hand holding a photo frame down from her view, "It's mine. It's just a photo. Mavuika, how about you explain your family portrait?" you stumbled, looking panicked but Mavuika didn't hesitate to explain. Especially since that photo was of you and her as a couple.

"That's my father, mother, younger sister, and the little saurians we raised. I turned a piece of my dad's armour into a canvas and comissioned a famous artist to paint our likeness." Mavuika explained, her hand lingering over her heart as she spoke.

Chasca watched carefully, noticing the soft look on your face as Mavuika spoke of her family.

"Your sister is so cute! Looks like you two are really close!" Paimon cooed, "Paimon was having a hard time thinking of an archon as a normal human, but seeing this portrait... it kinda makes sense now. It really doesn't look like there was anything special about you before-" Paimon froze as you let out a cough, "wait, is Paimon allowed to say that?" covering her mouth, the Traveller gave her a warning look to watch her tongue.

"A little late for that question, don't you think?" Mavuika chuckled, but the tenseness of the Traveller and Paimon left you raising an eyebrow, and Paimon's hurried apologies left you to wonder. What had happened in their interactions with the other nations' archons?

Mavuika's laughter brought you back to reality, catching yourself before you reached out to snuggle into her side. You couldn't, not when you two weren't alone... plus, Chasca seemed to still be mad at Mavuika, judging from the way she was watching you both.

"Becoming the archon doesn't mean you sever ties with your family. The position just comes with a lot of responsibilities, so it impacts how often you get to see them." Mavuika turned her head to look at you, hiding the sad look in her eye from the two outlanders. Instead, she began to recall a memory with Hine from her childhood, noticing how you had closed your eyes, trying to hold back your tears.

"As the Archon, I made a vow to defend this nation, and experiences like that... they remind me of what I'm trying to protect."

"Well, what happened after that? This portrait looks pretty old, your sister must be all grown up by now, right?" Paimon innocently asked, not even acknowledging how you got up, leaving the photo frame alone as you headed towards your older sister.

Mavuika had guessed about what happened to Hine, thanks to your work alongside the Scions of the Canopy, and the previous pyro archons knowledge. However, a lot had been lost to history.

"Hey, what's-" Chasca began, freezing up as you hugged her without a word. Her arms eventually wrapped around you gently, her chin on your shoulder as she stole a glance at Mavuika, who only smiled understandingly back at her.

"It's getting late, Chuychu arranged food for you with Chanca." Mavuika explained, smiling softly as you frowned but nodded, heading out of the door to let the others try to save Kachina. You didn't need to be there, so Mavuika would find you when everything was done.

"I'll tell Chuychu to be ready just in case. She's very experienced with dealing with abyssal corrosion- that face you just made, don't tell me you two got into another fight?" Mavuika spotted how Chasca immediately looked uncomfortable at the mention of Chuychu.

"The last time all three sisters were in the same place, it didn't end well. Chuychu doesn't know I've apologised..." Chasca gestured to the photo frame, while Mavuika sighed.

"You three... I can only have myself to blame."

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"Hey munchkin." Chuychu approached you eating dinner under the watchful eye of Chanca. The ancient name bearer suspected something the moment your sister had arranged food with her, and tatacos were off the menu indefinitely. You loved tatacos, your sisters would order them from her all the time for you after all.

"Hi..." you tried to speak over your mouthful of broth from your grainfruit meat soup, deciding to hug Chuychu instead of finishing the meal.

"Oh- hey, finish your food." Chuychu tried to tell you off, but the fight with Chasca was still in her mind, no matter how much she'd shoved it back, "you're worried about Chasca too?"

"When am I not? I worry about all of you, all the time. Especially with the abyss getting worse." You admitted, turning back to poke your spoon into the soup for a moment, Chuychu raising an eyebrow as you chewed your lip, looking back at her.

"Um... I love you, I'm proud of you, and I will always love you and be proud of you." Your eyes were glassy as you took Chuychu by surpirse, her stern attitude that worked on Chasca melting away at the look on your face.

"Shhh, I love you too, okay? You're okay, little one. We're... all okay." Chuychu's heart ached as she realised that was a lie. Chasca going to the Night Kingdom, exposing herself to so much abyssal energy... hopefully they should have found Kachina by now.

///

Chuychu ended up persuading you to go to bed, the others would be returning by sunrise, Mavuika had said, and you needed to sleep.

"The photo albums?" you gave Mavuika a look that Chuychu could only raise an eyebrow at.

"Intact and perfect." She nodded, realising you knew what she had done. All her mementos, burnt to ash, all in exchange for power to save the group. It wasn't long after that for your sister to usher you back to Mavuika's chambers to sleep, although feeling her watch you fall asleep made you feel strange.

What happened was replaying in your head. The sacrifices Mavuika had to make for Natlan were piling up even higher...

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

You and Emily wonder about the next steps after dealing with your human body. One close call helps you discover a very useful ability.

Warnings: handling your dead body, some angsty things, Amanda being regretful, hitting your head, and cursing.

(Author note: There are not a lot of good gifs with vehicons)

Chapter 4

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The night went easy with Emily by your side. You were now more glad than ever that you decided to reveal yourself to her. It felt much better to have someone you trusted to keep you company and help you decide what to do next. 

Together you decided to leave your human body to be found by the rescue patrol since it would make no sense for you to keep it. You left your body nearly at the same place in the mountains while Emily convinced them to look there once more. The plan worked and you watched how the rescue patrol pulled your human body out of the cave, packed in one of those body bags and Emily made a show by crying at the sight of your body. 

It felt weird and sad in a way to watch your own body get taken away. It made you wonder how your family would react when they heard that you had died from a freak accident in the camp they so trusted. You imagined the sadness in their eyes. You were not certain but surely they would feel devastated by your death. They weren’t that heartless. 

Emily had to stay in the camp for some time and then on the next day, a mourning ceremony was held, where the camp headmaster kept up a speech about your tragic passing, talked about the dangers of going into the mountains and how the hiking trail that passed the mountains was officially shut down to avoid such incidents in the future. They had speakers so you were able to hear what the headmaster was saying while hiding near the woods. For the first time in years, you paid attention to his words, mostly because it was you who was dead and to see how the people would react. 

After the ceremony, Emily finally came to you. She told the others that she needed time alone and they respected that since you two were known to stay together through stick and stone. You two then walked back to the barn to think about your future since there was no way for you to turn back to normal with your human body now gone.  

The rays of sunlight came through the cracks between the barn wall. You were seated on the ground, leaning against the wall while Emily was sitting on the hay piles. You were trying to figure out what to do after the summer camp. 

“You know my dad has a summer cabin that he doesn’t use very often. It’s away from nearby towns and has a barn that should be able to house you,” Emily said. “It should work as a perfect hiding place for you,” 

“Okay… but would your dad be alright with us using it?” you asked. 

“It will be fine. He had been letting me use it whenever I invited friends over. I’m sure he will let me use it for private time since I’m still working on what I want to do after the summer,” she explained. 

“Okay… I guess we can use that then,” you said. 

“Great. You know, this is like us becoming roommates,” Emily grinned.

 “Well, it's not like I can go home after becoming this,” you looked down on yourself. 

“But Em, thanks again. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t told you,” you looked at her with gratefulness. 

“It’s fine. Robot or not, you’re still my best friend. I will always be here for whatever you need me,” Emily smiled assuringly. 

Your chest felt warm. You nearly didn’t feel like you deserved her kindness. 

An important detail then crossed your mind. 

“How are we gonna get to your hometown without anyone seeing me? Jasper is hours away from here, “ you asked, crossing your arms. 

“Oh, yeah. I haven’t thought about that,” Emily said thoughtfully. 

“Emily!” 

You two froze when you heard the voice from outside. Someone was here. 

“Emily, are you here?!” the voice called out again. You two recognized it as Amanda’s voice. 

“What is she doing here?” you whispered. 

“I don’t know, but you need to hide!” Emily answered as she got up. 

“Where?!” you panicked slightly. 

“Somewhere. I will stall her,” she said as she walked through the small door of the barn. You panicked and looked around for a hiding place. 

“Amanda! What are you doing here?” Emily exclaimed as she shut the door behind her and stared at the girl in front of her. 

“Hey, Em. I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. Is this a bad time?” Amanda asked. 

“It kinda is, but if it's something urgent then go ahead,” Emily replied. 

“Okay… it’s just. I wanted to apologize for what happened to (Name),” Amanda started. “If I had not gone to the mountains and got you two involved, then maybe she wound’t have  fallen and lost her life,” she said. “I know how close you two were and I feel awful for what happened,” she added with regret in her voice. 

Emily looked at her softly. 

“It’s okay Amanda. It was an awful accident and we should have used our heads. We couldn’t have known the mountain would start shaking all of a sudden when we were inside,” she explained. 

“Yeah, but even I should have known better, and now (Name) is dead,” Amanda looked down at the grass. 

Something crashed within the barn. You panicked as you tried hiding in a corner but accidentally knocked a few tools off the wall. 

“What was that?” Amanda questioned as the two stared at the barn. 

“It— was probably one of the tools that fell from the walls. The nails must have failed. This is a very old place after all,” Emily explained. “Me and (Name) came here often when we needed some alone time,” she added. 

“Oh…” Amanda said,  suspicion vanishing from her tone. 

You uncornered yourself as it was not working, but then you banged your head against the floor above. 

“Fuck!” you cursed, but quickly slapped your hands against your mouth. 

Emily froze when they both heard the loud noise. 

“Okay, what is actually going on there?” Amanda said as she began approaching the barn door. 

“No, no, no, don’t go in! It’s a secret!” Emily stopped her. 

“Well, now I need to see what you are hiding there,” Amanda crossed her arms. 

You panic when you hear them get closer. You looked around frantically, desperate to find a hiding place. However, there was no hiding place for a giant robot. You tried to use your head, but when you heard Amanda grab the door handle you freaked out. Hide! Hide! Hide! 

Something within you then clicked, and suddenly you felt your body move by itself. 

Amanda opened the barn door. Emily looked over in panic but then her eyes were filled with confusion when she saw a rather modern purple car standing inside the barn instead of you. 

“Wow. Why is there a car here?” Amanda questioned as she walked around the car, taking in all the details.  

Emily looked around, then realized the purple car must be you. She looked at Amanda and then came up with an explanation. 

“Well… Amanda. This is well… was… a surprise gift for me from my folks,” Emily spoke. 

“A surprise gift? Why would your gift be here?” Amanda frowned, then opened the door, looking inside the car. 

“Well… my folks were supposed to drop it at the end of summer, but there were some complications and they decided to leave it here so I could drive back home myself. Mr. Robin knows all about it and agreed to the arrangement to keep it here,” Emily explained. 

“Okay… What brand is this? I've never seen a mark like this before,” Amanda questioned as she traced the mark on the wheel with her fingers. 

“A custom-made! I wanted to try something unusual,” Emily quickly excused. 

“Well, that sounds like something you would do,” Amanda said as she closed the door.

“I didn’t know you already got your driver’s license,” she said. 

“Oh, I finished my driving school a long time ago. You know, having a family with many car nerds has its perks. I was already driving when I was ten,” Emily explained. “I was waiting for an opportunity to have my own car, and here she is,” she stroked the hood of the car. 

“Well… she is pretty,” Amanda nodded. 

“I was kinda hoping to drive for the first time with (Name), but then… you know,” Emily glanced at the car. “Now that she’s gone… it’s pretty lonely without her,” she mumbled. 

“I believe you… anyway, sorry for bugging in,” Amanda said. 

“It’s okay. It’s fine for you to know. But don’t tell anyone. I want to keep this as a surprise and see the reaction when I leave with this darling,” Emily grinned, patting the car. 

“Okay. I keep my mouth shut,” Amanda nodded. 

“Thank you, Amanda,” Emily smiled. 

Amanda smiled in return. “I will leave you on your own then,” she said, walking toward the barn door. 

“Do that and… Don’t feel guilty about what happened with (Name). It was an accident and she would not have held a grudge over it,” Emily explained. 

“Really? I assumed she never liked me,” Amanda said. 

“She was a silent type and picky about people. But trust me, she never thought ill of you,” Emily comforted. 

“That’s good to hear,” Amanda smiled. 

“Alright… I’m gonna go now. If you feel like you need someone to talk to— you can come to me, Em,” she said. 

“Thanks, Amanda,” Emily smiled as Amanda then opened the barn door and walked outside. 

Emily watched her leave and after Amanda was at a safe distance she closed the barn door and turned toward you. 

“(Name)? Is that you?” she stared at the car. You then suddenly changed back into your robot form, causing Emily to yelp and fall on her bottom. You two stared at each other in shocked silence. 

“Dude! That’s so cool! You can turn into a car!” Emily exclaimed, getting up with excitement in her eyes. 

“Apparently yes… I don’t know what I even did. One moment I was panicking, and then I did something like this,” You explained trying to do the click and succeeding, turning into the car before back into a robot. 

“Way to go with the lie, Em,” you complimented, even though you still felt a bit flustered from the touching and complimenting. 

“(Name), you know what this means? “ Emily looked at you with a smile. “We have now a way to get you to Jasper without anyone knowing you are a robot,” she explained. 

“You are right. But if I can turn into a car, then does that mean all those other robots can turn into cars as well?” you questioned. 

“Oh shit! Does that mean we have literal alien robots living among us?” Emily asked, thinking about it. 

“Well, whatever it is. I’m not exactly excited to meet them soon,” you stated. 

“Then let’s focus on the plan. Once the summer camp is done. We go to Jasper. You just need to learn how to drive us there,” Emily said. 

“Fine by me. You know, I never imagined learning to drive as the car itself,” You remarked, thinking how to do it. 

“You will be fine,” Emily patted your knee. “It can’t be that difficult. Oh, what kind of other things can you turn into?” she asked. 

“I think I can only turn into a car at the moment,” you frowned. 

“But wound’t it be so cool if you could turn into a jet or a truck? Or maybe you could turn into one of those race cars!” 

“Let’s think about that later. I need to worry about when to come outside to learn. I think I can do it during nighttime,” you stopped her from getting overly excited. 

“Great, then we have a plan. I make sure no one comes here during the summer and you will learn how to drive as a car,” Emily stated. “Then we’ll drive to Jasper! Oh, this is going to be so exciting!” she exclaimed. 

You nodded, even though your mind was bothered by what other kinds of robots lurked as everyday vehicles. You can only hope the summer will go smoothly without further issues. 

[lostsyren]

LOVE your writing, i wanted to ask if you can write a story where rafe get jealous of a guy flirting with sofia.

baila conmigo

(dance with me)

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{summary: sofia takes rafe to a party on the cut. he doesn’t like how close she’s dancing to guy who’s not him…}

{a/n: hi lovely thank you sooo much!! sorry for the long wait but i hope you like it!}

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Rafe strained his jaw so hard, his molars pressing against eachother with such force, he was convinced that his bones would fracture.

Sofia wanted to come here– a party on the Cut. A friend of hers had come back from Mexico and Sofia begged Rafe to go with her.

“You’re always dragging me to your parties on Figure 8– so I think it’s only fair if you come with me…”

…She’d said. And Rafe supposed it was true. He was trying hard to be a better boyfriend– be a better person.

“You’re a good boy.” Ward had told him– one of his final declarations to Rafe. (Before he left him and died). But Rafe wasn’t good. Not by a long shot. He still had a long way to go.

So that was the reason he was now currently standing unmoored in a sea of unfamiliar faces, listening to a conversation he didn’t understand, watching Sofia get awfully close to a guy who wasn’t him. He was trying to be better. That’s what he reminded himself.

But the way Sofia laughed at this guy’s jokes– as if he was the funniest person in the world, clutching on to his arm like she was going to collapse. Rafe could feel his mouth ache with how he was chewing his jaw– that was the only way he was stopping himself from saying something he was going to regret.

God, he wished he paid attention in Spanish class– he couldn’t figure out what the fuck they were talking about.

Rafe sulked off to the drinks table, mixing up some tequila with whatever he could find.

He should’ve just stayed at home. He could feel the glances coming his way, feeling like fire dousing his back. He could hear the vitriol in these pogues’ voices, like poison being poured in his ear.

What the fuck is Rafe Cameron doing here?

Is that a kook? Who let him in?

Apparently he’s with Sofia– lord know what she sees in him.

The Sherriff killer? That piece of shit?

Rafe downed his drink, screwing his mouth up in faux superiority. There was no way he going to let a bunch of low life pogues make him feel like shit.

He was going to turn around, head back to Sofia, tell her it was time to leave. But when his vision strayed over to her, he realised Sofia and the man were now way too close. The man was whispering something in her ear, his eyes lidded and mouth curved in an infuriating smirk. Rafe took in Sofia’s flimsy, short dress, the type she always wore to parties. It was ok when he was by her side, but now? In the Cut? Rafe watched the man’s pupils trail lower, his gaze disappearing into the dip of her neckline.

That fucking piece of shit.

Just as he was about to stride over to her and whisk her away from man’s tenacious hold, the song changed, the sound of heavy, Latin music pumping through the speakers.

The atmosphere became electric and heady, as people got up to dance, bodies swaying around Rafe’s.

He’d never been to a party on the Cut before. It was in someone’s tiny house, the lighting moody and dark, the smell of cheap alcohol saturating the place.

Rafe tried to find Sofia again in the ruckus of gyrating bodies.

She was so small though, easily lost in the swell of the crowd. And that’s when Rafe spotted that guy’s head in the horde.

He was tall. Not as tall as him– Rafe told himself, but he couldn’t be sure. With dark curls and dark eyes and a trimmed beard that only served to sharpen his jaw– he looked nothing like Rafe. Yet Sofia seemed so captivated by him for some reason. And there she was again, stuck right beside him as if he was made of glue.

A stinging bolt of insecurity shot through him.

The way they were dancing. She never danced with him, he thought bitterly.

Sofia’s head was thrown back, lithe fingers running through her fawn-coloured curls. She swung her hips, unfettered and firey. He’d never seen her like this before at a party. She usually just floated about aimlessly, her arms hooking on to his, tugging at him, silent saying let’s go home.

And now she exuded a wildness that he only ever saw when she was atop of him, her golden thighs pressed against his hips, her pretty lips letting out a mess of breaths and moans.

The man danced beside her, his gaze, as ever, unwavering. A blinding envy inundated Rafe.

He wasn’t allowed to look at her. Sofia was Rafe’s.

Rafe threaded through the swarm, his green-eyed gaze fixated on Sofia and the man.

“Come on baby, let’s go,” he instructed, placing a gentle, yet firm hand around Sofia’s forearm.

“¿Quien es?” Asked the man, eyeing Rafe with a scaling expression, all the mirth and smugness that previously soaked his visage gone.

“Mi novio.” Sofia answered airily, shaking off Rafe’s hand. The action sent a ripple of hurt through Rafe’s heartstrings. He bit down on his tongue.

Rafe ignored the guy.

“Come on Sof, let’s go home.”

Sofia looked up at him, her golden eyes wide and dilated, her pink lips wet and slightly open. She was drunk, Rafe realised.

“Hey man, she just wants to dance ok?” The man laughed. The sound angered Rafe. A pogue deriding him? Telling him what to do? The blood rushed hotly through his body.

“Who the fuck are you huh?” Rafe scoffed, his lip curling in disgust.

“Rafe, stop– Oscar’s just a friend from back home. He came back with Mia.”

Rafe licked his lips. Friend huh? Sofia was real clever; he recalled her distaste when he introduced her to Hollis. Fucking friend. You don’t dance like that with your friends.

But still he held it together.

Ignore Oscar. That’s what he told himself. Focus on Sofia.

“Sof, we either go right now or imma leave you here and you can get Oscar here to take you home,” he spoke gruffly. Meanly. Meaner than he intended. His heart wrenched at the sight of her eyes glossing over, lips wobbling trying withhold her cries. She instead cloaked her upset with anger, brows cinching, a little scoff escaping her mouth.

Rafe had gotten better at reading her expressions. From when she laughed uncomfortably at some piece of shit kook hitting on her at the bar or the flutter of her eyes when she was about to come– Sofia wore her heart on her sleeve and Rafe made sure to lap up every bit of herself that she gave him.

“Bye Oscar, it was nice seeing you again,” she smiled softly at him before spinning back around and brushing past Rafe with a cold shoulder.

Rafe poked his tongue against his cheek, levelling his fluctuating breaths.

He left the party trailing after her– she was already halfway to the car.

Rafe reached her easily, his long legs matching her waspish pace.

“You mad at me now?” He grumbled, when they were both sat inside the car.

“Of course I’m mad at you! You just embarrassed me in front of my friends!”

“Oh your friends. I saw the way you were dancing with him– dance like that with all your friends do you?”

“Yes Rafe my friends. I have to put up with your friends every other day. Just for once I wanted you make an effort with my people.”

Rafe’s mouth thinned into a line. Sofia looked up to him with big, imploring eyes, her bottom lip pouted, verging on tears.

“And I wanted to dance with you for what it’s worth, but you never ask me!”

Rafe’s nose twitched, jealousy giving way to a sobering regret. He had the greatest girl ever and he was doing the shittiest job of making her happy. It seemed the more he tried to do right, the more he ended up hurting the ones he cared about.

“Let’s just go home,” Sofia muttered, resigned. She sunk into the leather seat, resting her head against the window.

Rafe stared at her profile for a moment. Her slouched body, her downturned lips.

Fuck.

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Rafe was on route to the house, but halfway through, an idea formed in his wandering thoughts. He turned the car around, taking the winding streets up to the cliff sides.

Sofia noticed a moment letter, sitting up in her seat.

“Where are we going?” She asked, glancing around the deserted side roads, lit up only by the knifing headlights and pooling puddles of moonshine.

“You’ll see,” Rafe smirked, giving her a quick glance.

Soon they reached the destination, Rafe parking the car up on a grassy embankment, high up on the island. It overlooked Slavo beach, the crashing waves lapping and ink-like, on the encroaching horizon.

He found out about this place from his father. He used to take him and his sisters here for late night drives in the truck– when he was ten, Sarah seven and Wheezie only five. They’d set out blankets in the back, all lying together, looking up at the carpet of stars in the sky like a sea of scattered diamonds. Ward taught them all about constellations and the mythology of the stars.

The memory hurt Rafe, as if there was a scalding hot iron being pressed on to the walls of his heart. But he suddenly had the urge to drive up here tonight, despite his warring memories. There was something about Sofia that made the burn of these painful recollections bearable. As if her being beside him made everything ok.

Sofia glanced out the car window, gazing out at the vast, velvet night: the black waves of the ocean, the smoky clouds in the sky.

The headlights were left on, it’s golden beams illuminating the swarthy overgrowth.

Rafe opened the car door, glancing over at Sofia, “come on.” He gave her a shy smile.

Sofia looked up at him, amused, squinting her eyes suspiciously, “what are you doing Rafe?”

Rafe chuckled lowly at her inquisitive manner, “I said you’ll see, didn’t I?”

He led her in front of the headlights, leaving a placating hand on her shoulder, “wait here,” he instructed before heading back into the car.

Sofia watched him curiously, as he sat in the drivers seat, a small grin hidden amidst her lips, as Rafe played with the touchscreen console. The lilting sound of guitar strumming flooded from the open doors of the car a moment later.

Sofia’s mouth dropped in surprise, causing Rafe to impart a little smirk. She’d mentioned how much she liked this song and he’d noted it down, adding it to his Spotify playlist.

Walking up to her, he drank her in, her skin bathed in the aureate glow of the headlights, her body lined in gold, her hair shining like fire. He was suddenly very receptive of the scanty piece of fabric she wore. Rafe held out a respectful hand.

“Could I have this dance, Miss Sofia?” He asked, with a teasing grin.

Sofia bit back a giggle, her teeth sinking down into her plush lips. But her eyes revealed a glittering sincerity, “you may Mr Cameron.”

“Está dañada del amor

No siente ningún dolor…”

The lyrics began, as Sofia accepted his outstretched hand, laughing airily, the sound mimicking the dulcet zephyr that enveloped them, high up on the cliff side. He spun her around in a slow circle, realising he was smiling too, as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

The music continued, the haunting melody of sweet sounding Spanish spurring them on.

Rafe wasn’t much of a dancer, so he let Sofia take the lead, following her elaborate spins, and her water-like body that rippled against his own.

…Su sonrisa, su carita, sus manitas

{Her smile, her small face}

Ay, qué delicia, ay, qué bonita está tu carita

{Her little hands, oh, what a delight Oh, how pretty your small face is}

Le gusta bailar con sus amigas

{She likes to dance with her friends}

Eso le saca su hermosa sonrisa

{That brings out hеr beautiful smile}

Su hermosa sonrisa, ay, qué delicia…

{Her bеautiful smile, oh, what a delight}

Sofia eventually slowed down, resting her head against his chest, letting Rafe spin them in slow, gentle circles. The song continued, leisurely serenading the two in their floating stupor.

“Sorry for dancing with him like that,” Sofia murmured against his heartbeat, her tone almost tinged with embarrassment.

Rafe’s face rested in the tresses of her sweet-smelling hair.

“Like what?” He teased.

“Like you weren’t standing right there. It was not good of me. I think I just wanted to get your attention.”

“You always have my attention,” Rafe answered quickly.

“Not always. Like at those parties in Figure 8. I think I wanted to make you feel the same way I did.”

The two were silent for a moment. Sofia’s words sliced through him. He never wanted to make her feel like that. Insignificant. She was the most important thing in his life right now.

The distant constellations flickered in the sky. Rafe thought about his family, fractured and apart.

Sofia was whole. She was there. Her warm body in between his arms.

Rafe’s voice rose from a throaty whisper, becoming more clear. “I never meant for you to feel that way Sof.”

“I know.” Sofia mumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

Sofia gently shushed him, running her feathery fingertips across the nape of his neck, “shh it’s ok, just dance with me.”

And so they did. Two bodies clinging on to each other, their shadows floating across the fluorescent glow of headlights.

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[missjanjie]

Drop a Heart, Break a Name | Lydori

Title: Drop a Heart, Break a Name Summary: Kori has everything in place to attend a Taylor Swift themed night at a local bar. But after misreading the website, she finds herself in the middle of punk night. Lydia is the lead singer in the band performing that night. It's an unlikely case of lust at first sight, but nothing is more punk than subverting expectations. Word Count: 1672 Relationship(s): Lydori (Lydia B. Kollins/Kori King) Rating: T Read on AO3

Suzie looked around with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you got the right date? This is… not the vibe I was expecting.” She paused for a moment before adding, “But I think I actually prefer it.”

Kori looked around and realized she stuck out like a sore thumb. While she was dressed in a pink mini-skirt and her ‘Eras Tour’ t-shirt, with her wrist adorned with several brightly colored beaded bracelets, everyone around her wore mostly black with the occasional splash of red or purple with all sorts of spiky or shiny accessories. “Not as sure as I was ten minutes ago, I’ll tell you that much.”

The bar was by far Kori’s favorite. It was a queer bar that had a themed night twice a month. When she saw that there was a Taylor Swift-themed night, she was planning her look without a second thought. Convincing Suzie took a little more effort, but it worked. But nothing about the atmosphere matched up to what she had anticipated. So, she went up to the bar and asked, “What’s tonight’s theme, again? Oh, and can I get a tequila soda?”

“Punk night. Why, you got lost?” The bartender didn't have any malice in her tone, especially since she recognized her as a regular. That was probably why when she returned with her drink, she added, “Swiftie night is the last Friday of the month, not the first. You should stick around though, a new local band is performing.”

“The one on the flyer?” Suzie chimed in, “LOLA, ‘cause of their initials. I’ve seen them before, they’re good,” she remarked, hoping to convince her friend to stick it out. 

Kori shrugged and handed her card over to start a tab. “Sure, I’m already here. Might as well.” 

As she was sipping her drink, the music playing from the speakers died down, and a brief moment of microphone feedback was heard. She was barely paying attention but looked up when the first song started, and her eyes locked on the singer. “Goddamn,” she exhaled, lips parted as she was captivated in awe. 

The singer was small in stature but had a presence that demanded attention. She had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that had Kori hypnotized. She vaguely recognized the song she was singing, but she was pretty certain she would sit and listen to this girl read the phone book. 

“That’s Lydia,” Suzie told her, knowing her friend’s type well enough to figure out what had suddenly captured her attention. 

Kori couldn’t even be mad at how easily she was called out, grinning and shaking her head. “How do you know I was staring at her and not just enjoying the music?”

“Bitch, don’t insult my intelligence like that.” 

She pouted, turning to order another drink before looking back to her friend. “Okay, fine, she’s hot. Do you think I should talk to her between sets? I don’t know if I’m her type.”

Suzie shrugged as she stirred her drink with a straw. “Only one way to find out, right?”

The band performed the rest of their first setlist and left the stage, which put Kori on high alert. Every few moments, her eyes would scan the crowd, searching for the singer. Her patience paid off after nearly ten minutes when she saw Lydia take the barstool next to her and order a screwdriver. “You guys sound great up there. Have you played here before?” 

“No, this is our debut,” Lydia answered, then looked her over. “Is… that,” she gestured to Kori’s outfit, “on purpose? Like to make a counter-culture statement?”

Kori laughed and shook her head. “I wish I was that smart. I read the website wrong and thought it was gonna be Swiftie night. But I didn’t get all dolled up for nothing, so I wasn’t about to leave.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you decided to stick around,” she replied with a wink. A small smirk lingered as her lips pursed around her straw as she took a sip of her drink. 

And Kori did not know it was possible to be envious of a straw until now, where her gaze was fixed on Lydia’s lips, the traces of her wine-red lipstick visible as she set the glass down on the counter. She was transfixed, enough so that it took her a minute to realize that Lydia had asked her a question. “Sorry, what?”

Lydia couldn’t help but laugh. “I asked for your name, girl.” 

Her face heated up as she forced out a breath of a laugh. “Oh, um. It’s Kori. You’re Lydia, right? I’m not a stalker or anything. Um, my friend–” She looked around, only to realize that Suzie had moved several seats down and left her to fend for herself. “Wherever she is, she told me.”

She let out a laugh as she downed the rest of her drink and signaled for the bartender to bring them each another one. “If you were here to stalk me, you’d be doing a pretty shitty job, considering how much you stand out from the crowd.”

“You’re not wrong,” she conceded. “And if I knew you were here, I would’ve dressed to impress.”

“I was impressed by the audacity,” Lydia retorted, glancing down when she felt her phone vibrate. “I gotta go get ready for the next set, but I’ll keep an eye out for you, Kori.” With a grin, she got off the stool and disappeared to the back, immediately met with the inquisitive looks from her bandmates. “What now?”

“Girl, you said you were gonna grab a drink, how the hell did that take twenty minutes?” Onya asked with a raised brow. Without waiting for an answer, she followed up with, “Alright, what bitch were you hitting on?”

“That’s a little presumptuous,” she scoffed, but her friends knew her better than that, so she promptly gave in. “There was this girl, she came for Taylor Swift night but got the dates mixed up, so she kinda stood out. She intrigued me, so I had to talk to her.”

“In other words, she saw a bodied down femme and lost all sense of time and space,” Lexi laughed. 

Lydia pouted, mainly because she was right. She had a type and Kori fit it. “She was sitting right there at the bar, what was I supposed to do, not talk to her?”

“Wait, wait,” Onya snapped her fingers. “Didn’t we learn a couple Taylor Swift songs when we played at Ari’s sister’s birthday?”

“Are you seriously gonna swap out our setlist to help Lydia get laid?” Arrietty asked.

Lexi rolled her eyes. “We only play covers at these gigs anyway, we can swap one song out and just make it sound more punk. C’mon, let our girl get topped by a swiftie, if not for the fact that we can hold her being down bad for one against her forever.”

Lydia opened her mouth to defend herself, but nothing Lexi said was wrong, and she did make a compelling argument in her favor. “Exactly, and we can put it at the end anyway.”

-

Moments after Lydia had left, Suzie returned to the stool on the opposite side of Kori. “Is this more than you bargained for yet?”

Kori furrowed her brows. “What?”

She scoffed. “Fall Out Boy. Come on, King, if you wanna impress this girl, you gotta at least act like you have the basics down?”

“So you want me to be a poser? That’s not very punk, Suzie.” 

“I’m trying to help you here, bitch. You were practically drooling over her, you’re gonna need to do something to seal the deal,” she countered. “She seemed into you, though. At least you have that working in your favor.”

Kori smirked and finished her drink. “If she was already into me, I don’t think I need to worry about getting all her music references. I just like how she sounds when she sings, gonna sound even better when she’s moaning for me instead.”

“You’re disgusting,” Suzie laughed and shook her head before they both turned to watch the band’s second set. 

Once the set was nearing its end, Lydia exchanged glances with her band, confirming their new plan was still on track. “This last song… is just to make sure everyone feels included.” She looked towards the bar and met Kori’s gaze, giving her a wink before they started playing. 

Even with the genre shift, Kori recognized ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ within the first few notes. Luckily, the crowd seemed amused by the surprise song, as Kori wasn’t the only one cheering and singing along. But she was the one cheering the loudest by the time the song ended.

“That must be her,” Lexi whispered to Onya, both glancing in Kori’s direction with attempted subtlety. “That checks.” 

Lydia, of course, had tuned out her bandmates entirely. Once they were offstage, she was heading right back towards Kori. “See? Now your look didn’t go to waste.”

Kori looped her arm around her, settling her hand on her hip. “I’ve never had someone dedicate a song to me before. Got me swooning like a teenager over here.” She thought for a moment about how she wanted to make her next move, but decided just to go for it. “You got anything else you need to do with your band, or can I take you home?”

“I just need to grab my bag,” she replied, trying not to let too much excitement peek through. “What about your friend?”

“She probably already called her girlfriend to pick her up, we’re good.”

Lydia wrapped both arms around Kori’s waist, gazing up at her. “In that case, just give me five minutes.” Before Kori could reply, she leaned up and pressed a quick but deep kiss to her lips. “Wait here,” she instructed before leaving to get her things.

Kori closed her tab in the meantime. “You know,” she remarked to the bartender, “This is the best mistake I’ve ever made.”

[cecystrange]

Just because you're a Harkness doesn't mean you're evil

type:fluff with a bit of sadness

Hello everyone this is my first fanfictions, it will be Stephen × Y/n, I apologize already for my english,because I'm not a native speaker and nothing I hope you like it

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You are a Harkness, to be precise the daughter of Aghata Harkness, and you have been on the blacklist for people since birth.

You are her second child, Y/n Harkness, you are 27 years old, and your relationship with your mother has its ups and downs, it is not stable at all, but lately it has gone even worse, she has started to hate you and you think it is because you were becoming stronger than her, yes you had the same power but you had perfected it more than her.

But during an argument you attacked her out of nervousness and she took most of your power, but as soon as she took it, your purple disappeared but at least you were alive.

You ran away from home, without your power you felt like a fool, your power was everything, you got in your car and that's what you thought was "I have to look for some magical monasteries or shrines"

So you started the machine and began your search.

After a couple of months

nobody wanted you, because you're a Harkness, you're the daughter of Agatha Harkness, you were desperate, your last stop was the Sanctum Santorum.

now you never lost hope but no one ever died trying right? at least...

You go to knock and an Asian man opens the door with a little smile and it's strange to see a person who smiles at you on purpose to tell you that you are the daughter of a monster...wow one step forward, then the man opens his mouth and starts saying "nice to meet you, miss, what do I owe this visit to? My name is Wong but what's yours?"

Damn you should have told him my name....shit if he's been nice now as soon as I tell him my name he wants to kick me out or burn me.

"Nice to meet you Wong I'm here to recover my lost power, my name is Y/n Harkness, and I would appreciate it if-"

he didn't let me talk he told me with disgust

"no sorry we don't help monsters"

he was closing the door but you put your foot in the middle and start begging him to let you in and that you're not like your mother that you can be good,he was adamant.

...

It's been half an hour if not more that you were there in front with Wong, but a second man came that you recognized that it was Doctor Stephen Strange, your mother had told you about him, like all the others like Wanda, Lillia and others that you don't remember. You see that he looks at you and says seriously to Wong "let the girl Wong in" he turns around "but sir she is the daughter of-" Stephen stopped him "I explicitly said let her in" he said more hard and serious and Wong finally let you in.

You look at Stephen with gratitude and see that Wong runs like a dog "to what do I owe your presence, young lady" he says sweetly inviting you to follow him into the main room of the sanctuary,you sit on a sofa you are in front of him sitting "so I'm here because I lost my power, because of my mother" he says seriously and with a hint of melancholy "and I say...I'm not like her selfish,evil...I want to be good..." you sigh "but no one understands me", in all this Stephen looks at himself with understanding "I know, children don't have to be the same as their parents...I imagined that you were an exception, it doesn't mean that you're a Harkness you're evil, for now don't be sad ok Y/n? with me you're safe".

you smiled sweetly at his understanding "thank you Doctor Strange" "oh Y/n don't call me that, just call me Stephen",he smiled, got up from the couch and said "you will live at Sanctum Santorum under my protection, we will start tomorrow morning at 9:00 and I swear you will recover your power, word of a sorcerer" he says jokingly a little and says with great gratitude "thank you Stephen really also for understanding me",he approaches the door that divided the living room from the relics "you're welcome, ask later and then ask Wong about the room and if he gives you any problems tell me" he winks at you "see you later Y/n" he leaves the room, finally someone has understood you and also you think it will be cool to stay here...well finally maybe you will be able to live peacefully.

[mvltisstuff]

Hi

I got this cute Buck fic idea and thought I send it to you.

Reader is best friends with Buck and has a crush on him but he has a girlfriend. Reader relates to "You belong with me" and thinks of Buck. Hen knows about readers crush and told reader to sing the song on the karaoke night with the team. While reader is singing Buck begins to realize that he has a crush. When everyone goes home he talks with reader and they talk about there feelings.

Thank you 💖

you belong with me - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @livelovecaliforniadreams

the shift had been long, and the round of drinks had taken the edge off. y/n had been craving a drink all day, awaiting the moment where she could knock them back at the bar. it’s a common routine for the team. they stop at the bar at night and spend some time decompressing there without any weight of their job on their shoulders.

y/n had been working with buck all day, being partnered up with him on calls and running into buildings together. it sounds like heaven, but it quickly turned into a hell for her.

y/n’s been bucks best friend since the start of their time at the 118. they clicked instantly, becoming an infamous pair at the station. she was there for buck through everything, all his injuries and all his heartbreaks. she was the one to mend him back together. it wasn’t time or anyone else, it was y/n.

now, it’s her heart that needs fixing whenever buck pulls up a photo of taylor on his phone. at first, it was just an simple hookup after she first came around, but it evolved into something bigger.

y/n could tell by the look in taylor’s eyes that she wasn’t fully in it. it’s almost like she used buck as profit, trying to work every story she can out of him. buck needs someone who loves him as much as he deserves, and y/n knows taylor can’t give him what he needs.

it was a minute thought in the back of her head, but it’s grown to be the first thing she thinks of in the morning. y/n knows that she can give buck what he needs. she knows how to love every part of him so he never has to doubt himself again. she wants to make him feel like the man of the world, but that’s been stripped from her reach.

buck took note of how many shots she had along with the cocktails she ordered. he watched her tense shoulders droop with each one she downed. he could sense that something was hitting her hard, but he couldn’t place it.

he knows y/n like the back of his hand. he spends incredible hours with her, but he never noticed her slip away when he started dating taylor. she stopped coming over, she stopped texting and calling, and it almost felt like things had become strictly professional. without a doubt, that’s never how buck wants it.

the music from the speakers was blaring through y/n’s ears, her hoping that it would drown out the image of buck and taylor in her mind. her drunkenness pictured what she would be like in her position, being able to kiss him and hold him every night. but she was too late, and the only thing to ease the pain was the liquor in front of her.

“hey,” hen scoots up, sitting in the stool next to y/n. “you’ve had a bit tonight.”

“i guess so,” y/n mumbles with a weak chuckle, spinning the straw of her drink around. the brightness in her mood had died down, and hen could tell exactly what it was that had caused it.

every single time buck uttered taylor’s name, her smile was wiped away in the blink of an eye. the way she always looks at buck can’t be described as anything but love, and hen is all too familiar with the feeling to let it pass by.

“i think i can guess what’s got you so down,” hen leans her forearm on the counter, turning more toward y/n to get her to crack open.

“i’m not down, hen,” she shakes her head humorously, but hen knows that there’s nothing remotely funny about what she’s feeling.

“i know you wish you had him.”

y/n looks back into her eyes, mixed with an expression of pity and sweetness. she’s never been one to root on a couples downfall, but hen knows how perfect buck and y/n are together and the potential they have. plus, it’s not completely wrong to say that hen doesn’t love taylor.

“i’ve tried to be his friend, but i don’t think i can take it anymore to watch him fall for taylor when she doesn’t love him,” y/n complains, throwing one of her hands up and letting her jaw rest on the other. hen can smell the tequila coming from her true words, and it only makes them hit harder.

“you need to say something before it’s too late!”

“it is too late, there’s nothing i can do,” y/n sighs, looking back down at the drink and not at her friend.

“you are the best thing for buck, and if anyone knows it, it’s us at the station. we’ve all heard the way he talks about you and the look in your eyes when he arrives. it’s no secret that you’re destined. but, don’t let one girl ruin something amazing.”

glancing back at buck, y/n sees his bright smile and shining eyes laughing with eddie and bobby. y/n almost feels a type of envy, sad that she can’t be as carefree as buck is right now. she wants to be the one to paint that smile on his face every single day.

the music continues ringing through y/n’s ears as the song slows to an end, the people coming off the stage from karaoke night. maddie and chimney stand trying to figure out a song, but hen has a plan. she grabs y/n’s hand, swooping her out of the chair and jogging with her to the front.

“hen, don’t even think about it-“

“c’mon, just trust me!” hen begs, still leading the stumbling girl up to the stage. she lets y/n stand to the side as she leans into chimney and maddie. “operation buck and y/n starts now!” she gleefully passes by and whispers a song title to the DJ.

y/n stands awkwardly on the stage, hen instantly coming up to start the song with fearless energy. she tries to focus on henrietta, and just them having fun on the stage but she can feel bucks eyes burning through her. she attempts to avoid eye contact, but she catches a glimpse of his smooth smirk.

she’s brought back to the times where buck gave her comfort, and eased any anxiety she had. the pit of worry she had in her stomach slowly became lighter the longer she looked into his eyes. she couldn’t manage to pull away, not even when hen started singing.

“you’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset…” hen starts, placing a hand on her hip and still noticing y/n’s mind is somewhere else. she notices the pair staring each other down, each with a faint grin on their face. “but she doesn’t, get your humor like i do.”

hen moves over and points the extra mic toward y/n’s lips, letting her take over the verse after. “and she’ll never get your story like i do,” y/n breaks off, the sweet music of her laugh coming through the speakers before hen continues.

as the song moves on through the lyrics, there’s an undeniable tightness in bucks chest with every word that comes out of her mouth. the way her hair moves with her body in the most luscious way, and how she manages to look perfect under any spotlight.

he quickly breaks himself out of his thoughts, remembering his girlfriend. he shouldn’t be thinking this about another girl, he’s spent too much time drooling over the wrong one. he just wants it to be perfect, but the more she sings, the more he feels directed to.

“and you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town,” y/n shoots a quick finger at him, and he’s unable to break the cheesy smile that’s on his face. he watches her happily run and jump around and she looks the most at ease than he’s seen in weeks. at least, he realizes, since he started dating taylor. “i’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry, i know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams think i know where you belong, think i know it’s with me.”

her voice trails off, suddenly becoming aware to the resurfacing tension between her and buck. his face has somehow turned into a scrunch, listening to each line and finding a way to apply it to their relationship. it’s at that moment when he realizes that it’s not the same with taylor. there’s no magic, but there’s a whole show for him and y/n and he’s been missing out on it.

when the instrumentals come to a stop, the lack of comfort in bucks demeanor makes the hole in her stomach return. she just wants to run out of the bar, feeling like she just embarrassed herself in front of the man she lives for. she slowly wobbles down the steps of the stage, handing the second mic off to hen as she reveals herself to the cool air of los angeles.

she lets wind bite at her cheeks, somehow managing to let her feel something again other than hurt from the look on bucks face. she curses him for being so easy to fall for, so easy to love and so effortless to want. a part of her is tempted to go back in and order another drink, but the jingle of the door snaps her mind out of its thoughts.

buck stands in front of her, his thick steps crunching on the concrete. his distinct feeling that y/n always cherished only makes her want to run and hide. the only things that were heard were the speeding cars and the busy city of LA. the thoughts screaming inside her head alongside those, but were soon silenced by bucks small voice.

“you looked upset at the end of the song,” buck says, breaking the uncomfortable quietness between them.

“i’m not upset,” she laughs, dryly. buck can tell she’s far from sober, but she’s never failed to say whatever she wants.

“then why are you out here all alone?”

“can’t a woman be alone for a few minutes?” she asks, trying to reel in the pettiness.

“i don’t know if i did something, but we haven’t been the same for a bit, since… you know.”

“since you started shacking up with taylor?”

“if you want to put it simply like that,” he tilts his head, looking at y/n who refuses to let her eyes land back on his. “i don’t know what i did.”

“you didn’t do anything, buck,” she sighs, leaning her head back against the brick walls of the bar, trying to calm the spinning. “i just- i can’t sit here and pretend with you anymore.”

“then stop pretending!” he replies. “you don’t have to put up a wall between us, i want you to let me in. i care about you!”

“i want you to love me, buck!”

he pauses, finally stepping in front of her instead of besides her. he forces her to make eye contact with him, locking his bright eyes with her mesmerizing colors. “i do.”

“not how i want you to.”

“well why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i was fucking scared! you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in years, and i’m not going to ruin it because i can’t help but fall in love with you!” y/n shouts, steadying herself on the ground before she runs her hand through her hair.

“we’ve never been just friends, and you know that.”

she chuckles, but in the most painful way. “so you’re telling me, i just made a fool of myself and i’ve been ripping myself apart these past few weeks for you to say we were never friends?”

“friends don’t love each other the way i love you!” he exclaims back, throwing his hands up in frustration. “i thought, i thought that taylor might be different, and i’ve been trying to convince myself but she’s not the woman i want.”

“she’s like, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, what’s not to like?” y/n pretends, thinking of the woman in her mind and how she’s able to get buck so simply.

“she’s not you. she’ll never know me the way you do. even if i wanted to, there’s no one that compares to you. it’s not over between you and i, trust me.”

y/n managed to suck the tears back in her eyes, fighting them until their failed to fall. she missed the buck she used to have, the version of them that once was. the joking, the happy version of them. “i’d wait for you, buck. only you.”

he nods lightly, allowing the corners of his mouth to curl up into a smile, breaking the blank expression he formerly had. “come back in, please?”

“fine,” she says, pulling herself off the wall and walking back inside with him. “swifts the better taylor, by the way.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” buck smirks, being reminded of her shining personality that’s been hidden by the clouds.

[eggs-on-da-shelf]

Hello! Glad to see another RTC blog!

Could you write about Mischa and Penny at Walmart, but Penny is banned from Walmart.

(If you haven’t read Legoland, you don’t have to do this one.)

Hi i am SO sorry for how long this took. But thank you so much for being the first request on the blog! I really appreciate it! Here you go, the sillies at walmart.

Misha is driving Constance’s van, the windows rolled down and he’s playing a playlist of his and Penny’s favorite songs. Currently Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” is blasting through the car’s speakers, Misha singing along. Penny sits next to Misha in the passenger seat, she’s accumulating a list of everything they’ll need to get at walmart. 

“What snacks do you want?” Penny asks. 

Misha takes a second to think. “Uhhh. Get me some of those taki things. Noel likes them too." 

Penny nods and scribbles “takis” on her paper. 

“You sure you wanna do this? After you and Ezra getting banned and all.” Misha says to her. The song changes, now "R U Mine” by Arctic Monkeys now plays. Penny resists to sing along to her favorite song and answers Misha. 

“Yeah. They can’t recognize me can they? I think the makeup will disguise me enough." 

Before they left the Blackwood’s, Constance had done Penny’s makeup and given her some cute clothes. 

“Okay. Just making sure. Just gotta know that you’re feeling all right." 

Now it’s time for Penny to sing along to the music, Misha singing just the chorus. 

A few minutes later they pull into the parking lot of Walmart and they step out of the van and walk to the doors. 

As they walk past the welcoming people, Penny keeps her head down, pretending to study her list that she’s already read over a million times. 

Once they’re in, Penny says to Misha, “Okay first we’re gonna get some powdered sugar for Constance.”

They go throughout the store, grabbing the items they need. Items that the choir requested, snacks, and items for the Blackwoods. They had fun too. Penny had to convince Misha not to jump into the cage that contains a bunch of bouncy balls. 

While they’re in the pet aisle grabbing cat treats for Ricky, Misha says to Penny, “So why’d you guys even fake those s-” Penny shushes him quickly before he can finish. 

He takes a breath and continues,  “Why’d you do… that.”

Penny shrugs and says, “To get attention." 

Misha’s eyebrows knit together. “That’s all?" 

She nods, “We didn’t like that no one was looking at us. So we faked it. Got us in a lot of trouble though. Not as much as when I attacked Johnny Moon."

That part of the story Misha did know, she traveled to the states just to convince this big time rapper to go back to being the sweet boy band singer that he once was. He cursed her out so she attacked him and bit him. Misha was actually a fan of JK-47. After finding out how much of an asshole he was he immediately stopped listening to him.

“But I’m fine now. I have you guys!” Penny says, smiling, “Let’s get out of here because I do not wanna get caught.”

They then move down to the checkout, once again Misha has to carry the interaction with the worker because of Penny keeping her face as covered as possible. 

The cashier looks up for a second, staring at Penny, but she just continues to scan the groceries. 

“Thank you." Misha says, handing the cashier some cash. 

“No problem, have a nice day!” she says. Misha and Penny begin to walk away but the cashier stops them, “Are you Penny Lamb?" she asks

Penny freezes. “Yes ma'am.”

The cashier shakes her head "You’re not allowed here. But I’m gonna let you go," she turns to look at Misha, “And aren’t you one of those kids that died in that roller coaster crash? Misha, is it?"

Misha nods. 

“Welp, I hope you’re doing well, and so sorry for what happened, it must have been a lot. You two have a nice day, okay?"

Misha smiles at her and they walk away. 

“She recognized me! I told you!” Penny says frantically.

“Relax Penny, it’s fine. She let us go and nothing happened,” Misha assures her, “Now help me get this shit in the van. It’s a lot”

Penny giggles and starts loading bags into the trunk of the van. 

[by-speaker]

Rivals

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

Also, Chapell Roan's song "Good Luck, babe!"

The booming sound of the speakers and the screams of the fans really got him excited, the adrenaline coursed through his veins and the excitement made him want to jump in place. 

‘Missa! Missa!’ he could hear them chanting from their place backstage, shouting his name, eager for his presence. 

Come on Missa, you're the best, he encouraged himself a little before putting his presence on stage, ‘Good night, Quesadilla Island!’

It was the final night of the singing competition being held on the main island, Missa was originally from Karmaland, a small island near Quesadilla, from a little town called ‘Minecraft Extreme’ this was his chance to succeed. 

‘Are you ready for the best night of your lives!’ shouted Missa. 

The crowd went wild. Missa loved that power he had over the audience, how he could get excited so easily, but he knew this wasn't going to be easy. Philza was also in the competition, and despite his public belittling, he knew how talented Philza was. 

Missa smiled as he heard the soundtrack to ‘Good luck, babe!’ And he smiled even more as he saw Philza standing in the audience, this was his chance. 

With a dramatic gesture, Missa approached the edge of the stage, her eyes fixed on Philza. The audience followed his gaze, and a murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd. Everyone knew the history between them, the romance that had blossomed and died so publicly.

‘This song,’ Missa announced, her voice charged with emotion, ’is for someone special. Someone who used to know me better than anyone else.’

Missa rested his gaze on Philza, the blonde tensed, he was sure he could feel Kristin's surprised gaze beside him, looking at Missa as if she'd just solved a puzzle. 

Missa wasn't going to lie, he was enjoying it, he was enjoying it a lot, he was wallowing in Philza's discomfort, and he couldn't be happier. When the bridge came, she intentionally moved closer to Philza, an almost macabre smile on her lips. 

‘When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night.’ She said walking down to the stalls, ‘With your head in your hands, she's nothing more than your wife’ Missa turned his gaze to Kristin, ‘And when you think about me all of those years ago, You're standing face to face with “I told you so”’ Missa was standing in front of Philza, ‘You know I hate to say it, I told you so, You know I hate to say, but I told you so’ he said in a whisper to Philza. 

Philza pursed his lips in annoyance, but could not find the words to respond to the one he thought was the love of his life. His mind swirled between anger, humiliation and something else he couldn't identify, something buried under layers of pride and resentment. But before he could react, Kristin intervened.

‘This isn't just about the competition, is it?’ She told him, looking at him as her best friend almost pityingly. ‘It's about him.’  

‘No,’ Philza muttered, ’I'm not going to let him humiliate me, I'm THE Philza Minecraft, a little boy from Karmaland isn't going to make fun of me.’

Kristin frowned, recognising the determination in her friend's voice. ‘Phil, don't do anything rash. Remember why we're here.’

But Philza didn't seem to hear her. With a sudden movement, he turned around and began to push his way through the crowd, heading for the backstage area.

‘Where are you going?’ Kristin asked, raising her voice to make herself heard over the music and the shouts of the crowd.

‘To prepare for my performance,’ Philza replied without turning around. ‘It's time to remind everyone who I am.’