#I wanted him to match me in the swan dress

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baby it's halloween ❀ s. reid x reader

in which a mutual friendship leads to a run-in with your ex, and it's halloween, which means you can be anything. even normal with him right?

pairing: ex!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: smut (18+ mdni) tags: garcia party in rossi HOUSE 💜. alcohol consumption. reader's dressed as a swan (stunning gorgeous amazing). pre established friends with benefits (don't fuck your exes). s10 bau team is there in spirit i think. crazy spare bedroom hookup. brief nipple play. oral (f receiving). fingering. p in v. he dresses you afterwards. porn with plot. oral fixation. soft dom!spencer.  word count: 3.8k a/n: ex spencer reid makes a comeback. this is separate from bad idea right? but same pairing same sitch kind of same everything. LOL. thanks for giving me costume ideas guys. parfaitblogs revival!!! happy birthday spencer reid!!! happy halloween criminal minds tumblr!!!

"Penelope, what the fuck are you wearing?"

It was a very loud exclamation, over the sound of party music that certainly didn't match the overall theme of Halloween. It was only nine o'clock but the fox eared blonde in front of you had lip liner painting her chin, a pink flush on her cheeks barely hidden beneath a layer of makeup, and two cans of some multicoloured premixed vodka drink you weren't sure about trying (despite her holding one out to you). 

"Fox costume. I'm Agnes! From Fantastic Mr. Fox!" Penelope says, cheerfully, urging you to take the drink she had in her hand, not relenting until you did.

"We agreed on swans," you huff, feeling awfully stupid now, in your all white costume, a pair of fluffy wings settled on your back. 

Penelope looked genuinely apologetic for changing her costume idea on you with no warning, and so as she rambled about how she got excited after seeing fox makeup on her phone, you decided it wasn't actually that big of a deal. She finished her spiel with a comment about still technically matching because you're both animals, and it was enough for you to accept. 

She led you further into the house. House, because she had convinced one of her coworkers to let her host a Halloween party at his, claiming her apartment was far too small for such a thing. Apparently he was very easy to convince. 

It was a quick tour of where all the most basic of amenities on the first floor were, before she was shoving a shot glass of vodka into your hand, and encouraging you to take it. 

So you did. 

Perhaps it was a loosening up technique she was using in an attempt to keep you from ripping her head off when she began another conversation with you with the words,

"So, I need to preface before you get too drunk—" a sentence you really had never hoped to hear in your life "—that Spencer's here."

You're not too sure why your world begins to crumble around you at that fact. You figured he would be. In fact, when you were choosing the articles of clothing for your costume a week ago, you had the idea of Spencer Reid seeing you in mind. You had mentally prepared for seeing him. And yet; panic. 

However, instead of making a scene about how anxious that thought made you, you force a small smile onto your face and murmur out, "That's fine."

"Are you sure?" Penelope presses. "You can hover around me the entire night to avoid him, if you want. I'll stay away from him. I'm really sorry for inviting him."

You didn't like that. "No. Pen, it's okay. He's your friend."

"So are you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest at her words, a warm feeling spreading throughout it. But, ultimately, you were not the person who wants perfectly good friendships ruined because you're too scared to hold a relationship together. 

"I'll get drunk enough and start talking to him anyways. It's fine," you reassure her. 

And get drunk enough you did. 

You had bumped into him a few times already, making awkward eye contact when you passed him on your way to the kitchen for another drink, or to the bathroom to fix your corset that felt like it was getting tighter every breath you took. 

Yet here you were, stuck between the fridge and him, a collection of things you wanted to both beg him for, and cuss him out because of, sitting delicately on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the right trigger word from him.

Unsuccessfully, for he was rocking back on his heels, clasping his hands around the glass of water he was nurturing, keeping the peace between you two and staying silent. 

And you couldn't have that. 

"Hi. How are you?" you chirp after closing the fridge, a can you were getting for Penelope and not yourself now settled between your hands.

"Hi. I'm good," he says, sending you an all too familiar tight lipped smile. One he always did when he was feeling awkward. "How are you?"

"This is really formal," you say, tilting your head to the side. "I'm good."

He nods his head in agreement, and you find every curse word you had ready to yell at him dissipate in an instant. "I like your costume. Swan?"

"Yes," you nod your own head, forcing the flutter of your heart to stop.

You weren't sure what he was when you had first arrived to the party, but a few short exchanged words between the two of you revealed the fake teeth he had settled in his mouth, confirming Penelope's earlier guess that he was a vampire. 

Fitting, you had almost said then. 

"I like yours too," you say after a few beats of awkward silence and you realising you hadn't said much after his compliment. 

"Thank you."

It was an awkward song and dance around the elephant in the room (your relationship, or lack thereof). An even more awkward interaction of him reaching behind you into the fridge to get out a drink for Morgan, and then a breathless apology when he had gotten a bit too close and you hadn't had a conscious enough mind to step back.

"I don't like this," you blurt out.

"What?"

"This. Us," you clarify. "Being awkward. Not talking. We talk fine when we hook up."

Because yes, there's that secret you were keeping hidden away from Penelope. 

"We're preoccupied during that."

"I'd argue seeing each other naked once a week is much more awkward than bumping into each other drunk, at a party."

"I'm not drunk."

Right. You knew that. Spencer Reid didn't drink. It was why the cup in his hand was only water, and the alcoholic beverage in his other wasn't for him. 

If you were any less buzzed you probably wouldn't say the unfortunately very embarrassing sentence you let leave your lips, that sounded a little foreign even to you. 

"Then do we need to see each other naked tonight to make this not awkward?"

His lips parted and he froze, rightfully so. You weren't sure how you'd react to somebody asking you that either. It seemed awfully blunt for even you, and if you were any sane person, you'd probably be backtracking to take it back. Instead, you were just as frozen as him, fearful for how he would respond. 

"No," he says, but there was a strain in his voice that told you otherwise. Thankfully, you had enough self restraint to not call him out on that. 

"No?" you tilt your head to the side.

"No, we don't need to. Do you want to?"

Does it make you a horrible person to say yes? To take advantage of one of the many rooms littering the Rossi house, and use a situational run-in to have sex with your ex-boyfriend?

Probably.

"Yes. Do you?"

"I like how you look tonight."

Your heart rate speeds up. "That isn't an answer."

"Yes," he says. "I do."

The kitchen was left empty with a glass of water and two unopened cans on the countertop, that Derek Morgan was no doubt bound to discover when Spencer never returns. Followed closely by — probably — Penelope discovering the same about you. Which would probably lead to the discovery of the friends (were you friends?) with benefits situation the two of you had. 

You've barely stepped into the spare room he had located before he's kissing you. Feverishly, devouring you whole, as your back is pressed up against the door. Your wings dug into your shoulder blades, the feathers tickling your arms, and yet you couldn't find it in you to care. 

"Spencer."

His response to your plea of his name is to kiss you harder, fingers entangling in your hair, and you think if he pushes against you any more, you'll meld to the atoms of the door. 

"You taste like alcohol," he mutters against your lips. 

"Funny that."

"Are you drunk?"

"I'll remember this all in five minutes, if that's what you mean."

"Sort of."

His mouth detaches from yours, and there's a desperation in the way he kisses down your neck you don't think you'll ever get used to, no matter how many times he does it. 

It was a heartbreaking reality of the difference between how he would have sex with you then, and now. 

It's his grumbling that forces you to focus on him again, and not the comparative thoughts you have whirring in your brain. His fingers are fumbling with the lacing on your back, as he says, irritation you find almost hilarious in his tone, "I hate corsets."

"You said you liked it earlier."

"I liked it when I wasn't trying to take it off of you."

You smile. "I'll wear something more convenient for you next time."

"Yes. Thank you," he nods, successfully loosening the lacing enough so he could take the corset off of your body. "T-shirts are good."

"Duly noted." 

"Or nothing. Nothing's better," he adds, leaning in to kiss you again, his hands dropping to your chest — completely bare, considering you couldn't justify the wearing of a bra beneath the corset. 

"I'll ask the board."

You feel him smile against your lips, his hands cupping your chest, thumbs delicately running over your nipples to elicit a breathless whine from you. Ever so careful, he uses his thumbs to circle them, amused with just how easy it was to fluster you.

His lips trail down from your lips again, his hands dropping to your waist, using his hips to nudge you towards the bed.

The backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you wince, although any pain dissipates as he murmurs a gentle apology and lowers the two of you to the bed. 

It's quite amusing; the articles of clothing you're removing from your bodies. You didn't think feathered wings and a Dracula-esque cape piling together on the floor would be a sight you ever saw in this context, and yet. 

"What do you want, honey?" he asks you, though your brain is a little preoccupied with his pulling of your skirt down your legs, fingers brushing against your skin. He forces your focus back onto him again with the calling of your name, and a kiss to your inner thigh. 

"What're you willing to give me?" 

"You know I'd do anything."

Your heart soars. Yes, you do know that. He loves to prove that feat to you. 

"I don't know," you shake your head. "Whatever you want. You choose. My gift to you this Halloween."

It was a tradition you had started with him three years ago, on your first Halloween together. You knew how important the holiday was to him, and so you had bought him a plethora of decor for his apartment (on top of what he already had). You had helped him set it up, and later that week he had gifted you a charm bracelet with a pumpkin clasp. Every Halloween since, you bought him more decor, and he bought you a Halloween inspired charm for the bracelet. 

This was your first Halloween where you weren't together. 

"I didn't get you a charm."

"That's okay," you reply, earnestly. 

"You're so wet," is voice is breathless, changing the topic of conversation awfully quickly. For his eyes had dropped to the only item of clothing you still had on, and his fingers had trailed far enough up your thighs to brush over it. 

"Do something about it then," you retort, bluntly, and he smiles amusedly. 

He probably murmurs something about you being a brat, but his hands were pulling your underwear down your legs, and you should not be expected to focus on two maddening things at once. 

Thankfully, he does do something about it. And quite quickly, too. Wasting no time teasing like he usually does, instead attaching his lips to your core, tugging a moan from your lips. 

His tongue licks a stripe up the centre of your folds, circling your clit, expertly so. 

"Oh God," you whine out, breathlessly, head falling backwards and digging into the mattress beneath. Sinful as it was, Spencer's tongue on you did feel like the closest thing you'd ever have to a religious experience, a thought that had crossed your mind the many times he's done this before. 

Once he's sure his tongue flicking over your clit had worked you up enough, you're forced into shock as you feel one of his fingers at your entrance. Lack of hand-eye coordination aside, he's well versed in the art of using two different body parts at once to make you come, and yet you're still writhing beneath him like it's the first time.

Sometimes it felt like it was. 

"Spencer," you nearly cry out, if not for your hand flying to your mouth to muffle how loud you had anticipated you'd be. 

He pulls his lips away at that, instead lifting his head to hover over yours, as he pushes a single finger inside you. Even when your eyes flutter closed and your head tilts back further, you can still feel his gaze on you, as if in awe of the way you looked. 

"That was so easy," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "You really did want me to do this tonight, hm?"

Too wrapped up in the feeling of being touched by him again, all you can do is nod your head, and you feel him smile against your cheek. 

"Yeah, I know, sweet girl."

He captures your lips again, swallowing a string of moans that leave your lips when he begins to move his finger in and out. Finger that becomes fingers, for he's pushing another one in, and you're arching your back up as you attempt to accomodate to the stretch. 

"I know, I know," he repeats when your head jerks back as your lips part in another, this time silent, moan. "I shouldn't have missed last week, hey? I'm sorry I was out of state."

You want to tell him it's okay. That you didn't really mind being celibate for an extra seven days on top of the six the two of you leave between your nights together. Unfortunately, growing accustomed to a once a week cycle meant the interruption of it left you overwhelmingly easy to shatter with the simplest of touches. You did mind, so you kept your thoughts to yourself. 

"Please," you ask him, almost pathetically, when he curls his fingers and your entire brain goes fuzzy.

"Please what, honey?"

You're not sure what. More of his fingers? His tongue back on you? You want it all. Yet, time was unfortunately of the essence, and you were acutely aware of the ticking alarm clock in view on the bedside table. You did not have the minutes to receive absolutely everything you wanted from him.

"Want you to fuck me," you murmur. 

He breathes out a laugh. "I know. I'm going to, I promise. I just need to get you ready first, okay? How're you feeling?"

"Ready." Your voice is an impatient grumble, one that amuses him greatly, which frustrates you even more. 

"I don't think so," he shakes his head, pushing his fingers back inside of you to elicit a sharp whine from your lips. "I want to do this a little longer, anyways."

"Spencer."

Your protest and attempt to bribe him with a kiss is hopeless, for he is continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you, using your arguably selfish kiss to quiet every single sound you make. 

It isn't until you're quite literally writhing beneath him and begging him with an incessant repeat of his name, does he pull his fingers out of you. Tapping your lower lip with them, you take his fingers into your mouth, despite your panting and attempts at catching your breath. 

You want to close your eyes, but the way he's looking at you as you suck on his fingers is borderline ridiculous, and you should probably be locked up for just how attracted to it you are. 

He trails his fingers out of your mouth after a few moments, but any desire to protest that is lost on you when your eyes catch his removal of his boxers. 

He disappears from above you for only a minute, though he knows you too well and says, "I'm getting a condom," before you have a chance to start complaining about it. By the time he's returned, he's kissing you again, and you've forgotten all about your irritation.

The head of his cock pushes at your entrance, and you're already a mess. He's slow as he eases into you, and you're eternally grateful for it, because your entire body tenses up, and he's forced to pause, and ease your muscles with his hands kneading your thighs. 

"I'm sorry," he says, genuinely, when your eyes squeeze shut, and you're back to remembering why you're not happy about the dreadful thirteen day celibacy he forced upon you. But he's so nice, and so apologetic, that as he bottoms out, your hands are wrapping around his neck to provide him with silent forgiveness. 

He stays still for a few more moments, his lips tickling your jawline. His breath fans your skin, warm, and just as desperate as your own, which is comforting. 

"Tell me when you're okay," he says, quietly, breathing out a moan when your walls flutter around him. 

After a beat, you murmur, "I'm okay," and he pulls his hips back, before rolling them back into you, slowly. 

You're a puddle of content and pleasure and love as he repeats the gentle motions of fucking you, moaning and squirming beneath him, despite his hands on your hips in an attempt to keep you still. 

"Doing so well for me, honey," he tells you after a few minutes, and heat warms your cheeks at the compliment. He laughs at your bashful smile. "You feel so good."

He moves his hips a little faster, and you're moaning again, hands dropping from his neck to the mattress. At that, he picks up his ministrations once again. All up until all the tender, slow motions are gone, and he's listening to your throat produce broken whines and pleas, his own presenting breathless groans.

"Spencer," you gasp out at one particular thrust, and he's instantly repeating that same deep movement. "Oh fuck."

"Like that?" he asks you, tenderly, and you're frantically nodding your head. "God, look at you. You're so pretty when I do this to you, you know?"

Vulgarity — in any form — coming from Spencer Reid's mouth should sound foreign, and yet it doesn't. Though, perhaps you're too lost in the pleasure of just how good he feels to believe he's anything but perfect.

"I want to come," you tell him, a disguised plea.

"Okay. I can make that happen."

You know he can. He's proven it a thousand times, you're sure. 

One of his hands drops to your cunt, fingers finding your clit and timing the circles onto it with his thrusts, until you're pretty sure there is no longer a coherent thought in your brain that isn't simply him.

If his aim was to turn you into a mess with very little time, he was excelling above average. Your hands had grabbed fistfuls of the duvet cover atop of the bed, your mouth producing nothing but a constant repeat of, "Please," and "Spencer," one after the other. 

He wasn't surviving very well, either, you found. His breathing heavy and his thrusts growing sloppier by the second, until he was feeling your own walls clench around him with your stomach tying itself into a knot. 

He forced his hips to keep moving, albeit much more messy now, as he moaned against your skin, his own orgasm wracking through his body, while still attempting to chase your own. 

It didn't take much more than that, to be honest, and your entire body went boneless and shattered beneath him as you came too.

Jelly seemed like an apt description for what you felt as you relaxed in the bed and your nerves began to calm down, Spencer breathing heavily above you. Up until he was sliding out of you, and standing up on legs you could see shaking, perhaps just as much as your own. 

He's disposing of his condom as you lay there, attempting to regain your breath, eyes fixated on the ceiling above you. He's shuffling around more than you'd expect for a simple trash trip, but then you feel hands on your ankles, and your head snaps down to find him kneeling at the foot of the bed, gently tugging your underwear back up your legs. 

"I know it's not ideal," he says, when your face scrunches up as the piece of fabric lands back on your hips. "But I also know your skirt is too short to not wear these."

"I'll get over it," you reply, letting him redress you with delicate fingers that leave your entire body hot, with goosebumps rising on the skin.

"Yeah," he agrees, though half-heartedly, expert fingers clasping your bra back onto your body. 

Once your skirt is back on, he helps you up into a seated position, helping to reapply the feathered head piece you had on. 

It's oddly intimate, way he's kneeling in front of you, breath warm against your face as he clips the feathers into your hair. Your breathing hitches as his hands drop back to your thighs upon finishing, and you swallow the lump in your throat. 

"Everybody's gonna know what we did," you say, quietly, for it was true. You two had been gone for too long of a time for people to not draw correct conclusions. 

"They already know we do." Hook up.

"What? How?"

"You need to stop telling Garcia things."

Your face falls, and he smiles, sympathetically, thumbs drawing gentle circles on the skin of your thighs. 

"At least you don't work with them."

"I guess there's that," you confirm with a small nod.

He's silent for a few more moments, simply staring at you and studying your face, before he sighs, and goes to pick up your corset. 

"You need to go to the bathroom after this," he instructs you, though gently, motioning for you to stand up and turn around so he could do up the dreaded lacing. 

"I know. Don't worry."

"Good," he replies, your skin tingling with every extra bit of pressure he put on your back as he laced up your corset. "You feel okay?"

"Yes," you nod your head. "Do you?"

"I do," he confirms for you, tying off the lacing and tapping your hip so you could turn back around. 

You do, and your eyes flicker up to his face. "Do you also promise not to make me wait two weeks again?"

"I'll talk to the board."

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[tragedy-of-commons]

fuck it we ball. hsr prom date hcs because i am on something different tonight. based on my very limited experience.

dan heng

he's painfully awkward. like you expected it when you asked him to be your date but it's even worse than you predicted...

he DID pick you up and he WAS almost an hour early, causing you to rush down the stairs and almost trip (not very magical-teen-coming-of-age-moment-like of you). that kind of lightened the mood though.

also painfully sweet! upon your arrival he gives you a boutonniere/corsage that matches your outfit which he had managed to keep hidden. his sweaty palms were not just because he was nervous, then...

march helped him pick it out, he admits with red-tipped ears. that makes sense, because she was suspiciously interested in what you were wearing to the function.

but he did also forget to pick out one for him. oops.

during the slow dance bit, his hands are sweaty. you don't care because your eyes lock and there's the fuzziness curling in your gut that plagues you whenever you're with dan heng.

overall, a good experience! polite and always willing to humor your whims, even if he's a little stiff.

and if you peck him on the cheek after he walks you back to your doorstep, well, that's alright with him. more than alright.

black swan

life of the party. not in a screaming-getting-way-too-into-the-music kinda way, but in the way that everyone wants a sliver of her attention. she's always relaxed, interesting to talk to, and dreamy to boot! it wouldn't be any different at prom.

but black swan, above all else, wants to just... spend time with you. anyone that wants to chat can wait until later, when she's not watching you stuff snacks into your pockets with a fond look in her faraway eyes.

to commemorate the occasion, you're cajoled into the photobooth where you both hold up props and make funny faces for the camera. you know black swan doesn't cherish much above memories, even if they're immortalized in a gag reel where you're clad in silly-straw glasses and her in a purple mustache.

but in the last photo, right before the camera flashes, she sneaks a kiss on your cheek. your eyes are blown wide in surprise in the picture and that's her favorite part!

surprisingly adept at dancing. depending on your taste, she will either dip you dramatically and take the lead, or fall into your steps and try to make you feel more comfortable if you're nervous.

cherishes any memento from the event. she does the teasing, though, so don't get any ideas about poking fun at her for being sappy.

a great date, i dare say.

aventurine

it's a given that both of you look the best. dressed to the nines.

the whole thing is a bit sensationalized, though. mostly because he's used to everything being treated like a spectacle, aventurine tries his best (while looking like he isn't trying at all) to give you a good time.

his saving grace is that... he's here with you. everything is more enjoyable this way, even the distastefully loud music matches the pulse in his ears when he looks at y💥💥

his favorite part of the event, surprisingly, is when you ask him to ditch with you early. makes a little joke like "wow, are you having that bad of a time with me?" but there's a bit of weight behind it that you can sense. anyway, you answer by rolling your eyes and pulling him outside.

away from the noise, pretenses drop and You Hold His Hand, telling him that any time with him is a good time. but this is infinitely better, even if you're both just stood in the parking lot.

you both decide to stay a little longer. at the end of the night, the principal gets into one of those dunking booths for the children to throw balls at to get them dunked in water. aventurine bets you a date that he'll hit the target.

you know he'll win (his luck kind of scares you), so of course you take him up on that wager, very excited to lose. it's very sweet.

lol he does hit the target

you both are prom celebrities for the rest of the night with another date set in stone a week from now!

kafka

imo she would make the best date out of everyone on this list.

mostly because any outing with kafka is almost cataclysmic in its impact... starting when she pops over at your place to help you get ready! surprise!

zips you up/adjusts your lapels/make sure your makeup looks good/whatever is part of this whole routine for you. she does so while humming a dulcet tune. she wants to be involved with every aspect of your pivotal prom experience tbh. keen on making memories like black swan is, but the effort is unconscious.

also. since blade has his driver's license, she basically bribed him into being your chauffeur for the night. i think that'd be a fun detail.

if you suck at dancing, never fear, because she also isn't very good (or so she says, but she's kafka, so of course she makes it work).

is not opposed to silly photobooth pics but she'd rather have someone take a candid of you both together by persuading them nicely - more her speed.

her eyes are ENCHANTING in that dim lighting... i just know... you get so distracted that you trip over her feet. silver wolf, the resident DJ that the school hired, sees and laughs.

has that tattered jacket thrown over whatever she decides to wear. she drapes it over you if you get cold due to the weather or temperature inside of the building.

[sea-of-dust]

Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Six, Confirming Us

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[five] [six] [seven]

Bella stands by me, getting herself ready for what she’s about to do. It’s the end of the school day and I suck in a deep breath for her. I can not believe she’s actually going through with this.

She starts walking towards the Cullen’s. She makes eye contact with Edward and he immediately gets the message but Rosalie grabs his arm. Bella already disappeared in the trees that bordered the school property. Rosalie says something to him but Alice shakes her head and removes her hand, also speaking. I obviously can’t hear them from here.

Biting the dead skin off my bottom lip nervously I try my best not to cough. Of course I’m still sick, not as bad as yesterday but still up there. Just without the fever.

I watch Edward finally get away from his foster siblings and go to my sister. It feels like my breathing has been shortened. I have a feeling he won’t do anything to her but there’s always a thought in the back of my mind.

“Hey, you okay?” I turn and it was just Angela. “Hm?” I raise a brow. “Oh I was just asking if you’re okay. Since you were pretty sick yesterday.” She smiles, putting her hand on my back causing me to shutter. “I’m better, still sick.” I look away to cough. Her touch makes my chest squeeze and I don’t notice the two staring at me from across the lawn. Or at least I act like I don’t.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” She pouts moving her hand to my shoulder and I nervously laugh. “It’s okay, did you find your prom dress?” I change the subject, her eyes light up in response. “Yes I did. Did you? I wasn’t able to ask since you were so bad yesterday.” She takes her hand back and I felt like a corset was being taken off and I could actually breathe again. “Ah, that’s amazing. I don’t know if I’m going.” I shrug.

She takes my hand and that one feeling comes back. “You have to it will be so fun. And since we don’t have Bella coming we need at least one Swan sister to come.” She tries to convince me. That sentence throws me the wrong way though, I know she didn’t intend it to but I don’t know.

“We could even match colors. My dress is like light pink.”

“I mean if you’d like me to I will.” I tell her with a small smile. “Light pink is such a good choice.” Another voice rings to my right side and both of us jump from the person. I mentally curse once I see who it is. “Oh, um… thank you Alice.” Angela grins at the other girl as I glare at her.

“So, [Name] how’d you sleep last night?” She turns to me and my lips press together angrily. Angela seems confused.

“What an odd question to ask.” I say through my teeth.

“Really? I just wanted to make sure it was nice since Jasper and I left before you woke up.” She sweetly says, my eyes widen.

“I slept fine.” I roll my eyes.

“That’s good! Angela? That’s your name right? I’m going to steal [Name] here for a second.” She doesn’t even let the girl answer nor give me the chance to deny. Taking my arm and dragging me away. I look back at Angela apologetically.

She waves me goodbye, furrowing her eyebrows as she was just as confused as me.

We get into a car where I’m in the backseat, Jasper was in the driver seat. “What was that!?” I pull away from her, my face scrunched with anger.

“Shh.” She tells me and I grunt as I push myself backwards on the seat. “Is this a fucking AA or something? Here to tell each other secrets?” I cross my arms.

“Why are you so mad at us, darling?” Jasper turns to look at me.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I rebuttal.

“Well, you obviously know what we are is that your reason?” He ignores what I had just said. “No I’m just- I’m confused!” I exclaim.

“You’re both together, in a relationship. Immortal I might add that I am not. What do you want from me?”

Their gazes soften. “[Name], you’re our missing piece. You’re ours. You have been for years we only now found you, again” Alice tells, still smiling. I think back to my dream.

Their missing piece…

“You still aren’t answering me correctly. Give me an explanation, a good one that doesn’t sound like you’re crazy!” I exasperated.

“I’m some missing piece, whatever! But why me? You don’t know me!” I hold myself trying not to get emotional from how overwhelmed I feel.

“We know more than you think, love.” Jasper says, i glance over to him, motioning for him to keep talking.

“We��ve had this feeling for years, we knew you as humans, [Name]. Years and years ago. You’re the one who would get through our fingers. Your past lives have popped up. And they will continue to do so until you fall for us. You won’t remember until you-“ he cuts himself off, Alice’s eyes bored onto me. “You won’t remember.”

I sit there for a minute in complete silence.

Then I start laughing. “Okay I played into this for a little bit. I actually believed it, I believed my sister too! Is this some sort of prank or something?” I shake my head. “This is good, really. You had me. But knock it off.” I go to open the door but it won’t open.

“Hey, let me out.” I play with the handle and the two just sit there. “I said let me out.” I order, now using to hands.

“[Name],” Alice goes to touch me but I go up against the door. “Don’t touch me.” I smack her away from me and a shock goes through my arm. I gasp not only from how cold she is, even though I already know she is. But something actually shocked me. Not a normal metal shock but like a taser went through my arm.

“We’re telling the truth.” Jasper says lowly, I just scoff.

“Okay, sure and I’m a fucking werewolf. Do you know how crazy this sounds!?” I throw my hands into the air.

“Yes, yes we know.” Alice sadly replied.

“I want proof.” I simply say. “I want to see the speed shit or whatever.”

They look between each other, nodding.

“We can do that but we have to go to an excluded place. Do you trust us enough?” Alice asks me. I sit there for a moment.

“Sure.”

“We need a yes if we leave this parking lot.”

I roll my eyes, “yes.”

And in a quick notion we’re on the road, exhilarating passed the speed limits.

I grip onto the handle above me.

Then we come to a stop, we’re in the forest. “We gotta do some walking.” Jasper warns me, I just nod.

He finally unlocks the child lock he had put on and I get out. I leave my backpack inside the vehicle. Alice and Jasper stand next to me on either side. We start up on this hike trail. We walk in silence. None of us tried to start up a conversation.

“Watch your step.” Jasper warns me and even with that warning I somehow trip. Luckily I don’t fall. My face warms up in embarrassment. They don’t say anything, don’t even crack a smirk or anything. Sort of making me feel better about it.

Then Jasper starts going off trail and I stop in place. “What are you doing?”

“Excluded place, remember, Darling?” Jasper reminds me, I look around trying to think of a way to get out of this. “Right.” I whisper, realizing there isn’t going to be one. I buried my own grave here.

“I’ll be right behind you to make sure you don’t fall.” Alice tells me, trying to reassure me.

I don’t acknowledge what she said, just following Jasper.

It was long until we get to this small spot. “No one’s around.” Alice tells Jasper who nods shortly.

My nerves start rising, I play with the sleeves of my sweater.

“Okay do you have anything else to ask?” Jasper asks and I shake my head. “Just do the speed shit.” I tell trying not to sound panicked but that doesn’t work.

He snickers and Alice stands next to him. Then he’s gone and I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turned he was gone again. I look straight and Alice was gone too. A tap on my back this time and they’re both behind me. I squint at them and then Jasper is gone again. Now hanging on a tree branch.

Alice grins.

He jumps down, it was a high branch so I gasp. Almost going to run to him but he stands with perfect posture.

“Do you believe it now?” Alice teases me, my mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out. “I… I um”

“Are you scared?” Jasper questions me, going back next to his lover.

“Would you be in my position?”

The two laugh. “Yeah, we would.” Alice sighs.

“Well, oddly enough I’m not. I want to know more.” I tell them.

And for the next few days that’s what we do. I learn more about them.

Barely passing by Bella but we both subconsciously knew that each other got our answers.

And with learning about them came.. loving them. Both of them. I never thought I’d be with two people- vampires?

I guess no one thinks they will be with a vampire.

I knew I’d be in a relationship no one would understand in my family. Like being with a woman most likely. But in this odd polyamory love affair I would’ve never guessed.

They were gentle with me. Like a doll.

“Jasper usually has trouble around humans. That’s why he kind of looks like he’s in pain. But with you. It’s like you’re one of us. We still have to treat you with fragile care. Nonetheless you’re made for us.” Alice grins, holding my hand as we walked together on that same trail. Jasper had to help Rosalie and Emmett with something so he couldn’t join us today.

“Do you think there’s something with my blood?” I look at her and she gives me a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“Well you guys drink blood. What’s so different about mine?”

She breaks out into a small laugh. “Nothings different it’s just how we are with you. It’s been like that in all of your lifetimes. It’s how we know it’s you. Well we normally know because you always look the same. Same first name too.” She explains, my mouth going into the form of an ‘o’.

“You’re cute.” She gently bumps into me.

And no matter how many times I ask them about my past lives, about how I acted they never answered.

Always saying “you’ll find out when you do.”

It was very frustrating.

“I can see into the future, visions. I can see what a persons up to at this very moment. The future can change though. It’s not always accurate.” Alice tells me and I raise an eyebrow.

“Did you know about Bella and your brother before they came about?” I tilt my head.

“Sort of. I didn’t want to pry.” She says. “Can you do anything special?” I turn to Jasper.

“I can manipulate your emotions. Sort of like an empathetic person. I feel your emotion instead of you.” He explains.

I tilt my head, wanting to know more.

“How come you didn’t do that to me when I was angry with you guys?”

“I didn’t want to have this relationship based off of me manipulating you. I wanted you to feel everything, think for yourself. Make your choice. You’re worth waiting a million years for.” He takes me hand like Alice is but takes it up and kisses it.

I smile to myself, glancing down at the ground.

“We want you to come over and meet everyone.” Alice suddenly says.

“Your sister will be there too.” She adds.

I blink a few times, my chest tightening. “Uh… are you sure?”

“Of course.” Jasper chimes in.

And I felt like throwing up.

The thought of meeting their family made my heart thump quicker than normal.

“Okay… I’ll do it if my sister is there.”

“Great, we will pick you up tomorrow.”

Today I brought my motorcycle myself this time. So I drove home myself. And getting there Jacob and Billy stood outside talking to my dad. Well Billy sat in the car as Jacob was going to get out. I’m guessing to take out the wheelchair.

Getting off my bike, I take my helmet off as I walked over to them. “Hey, squirt!” My dad shouts over to me and I wave.

“Hey guys!” I smile. Jacob comes over and pulls me into a hug. Billy was a bit standoffish but he smiles and greets me as well.

Jacob walks away and goes to set up the wheelchair, Billy gets himself up to sit in it.

That’s when Bella gets dropped off by Edward, Billy and him make eye contact and Billy seemed nervous.

Okay this chapter is a little shorter than normal. I had some things happen so I’ve been busy. But I’m hoping to have two chapters out on Sunday.

And a few requests done.

[3mz0mbi3]

HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR MIRACULOUS!? KEKWIWISJSJ-

CAN I REQUEST HOW YANDERE LADYBUG OR CHATNOIR WOULD REACT IF READER WAS AKUMATIZED???

A BLACK SWAN ON STAGE!

—TW; Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mommy issues, etc.

₊˚⊹꒰YANDERE LADYBUG AN CHATNOIR꒱₊˚⊹

You hoped your day wouldn't be as shitty as it's now.

—"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

You sigh, about to explode, but you just give them a forced smile.

"Come on, Chloe, it's just a table, you can always get another one! Besides, lunch is almost over, there's no point in arguing anymore, so with Marinette and Alya."

— "No! This is my table! Sabrina and I always sit at this table, can't these plebs come and sit in the place of royalty like me?”

“Well, the tables are all the same, uh—, but come on! I can find you another one worthy of your beautiful presence! Besides, you don't want to deal with so much "plebs", do you? I'll find you somewhere a little more secluded. Not everyone is worthy of your presence.”

You spoke animatedly as you smiled at Chloe, causing her to ponder her words for a moment before she smiling mischievously, blinded by the flattery that made her boost her ego, so it was easier for you to convince her

—“Well, now that you mention it, you're right, so Shu-Shu! Hurry up and find me a better table!”

“Sure, Chloe.”

You smiled, but inside you were pissed off. It was a wonder you didn't explode on the spot and rip out all the blonde girl's hair. You directed your gaze towards Marinette who was with her entire red box., similar to how Nathaniel's hair shook when he hid behind Alya. You only gave a quick nod and a "sweet smile" to the two girls and went back to take care of Chloe, followed by Sabrina to find her a new table so she'd stop making such a fuss.

— “God, this girl is amazing.”

The girl of brown-skinned spoke, fascinated by how much patience you had and how well you could handle Chloe.

— “Right?”

Now the raven girl with the two pigtails spoke dreamily as she followed her beloved with the gaze.

— “Come on, Mari, try talking to her, it's a bit weird that you're looking at her from a distance.”

Marinette ignored her friend's advice and continued looking the girl from a distance. She couldn't believe what an angel [__] was even with a witch like Chloe, but there the girl was looking for a table for the annoying blonde… Spoiled, the young girl with the pigtails returned to reality as the bell rang, indicating that her break was over and it was time to go back to class. She sighed as she turned back to her best friend, who was only gave her advice.

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At last, your hell was over and you could return home to recover from the annoying day. You'd have liked everything to change for once, but everything was the same. You had no choice but to go home and rest, only to experience the same shit the next day. As you walked to the school exit, discouraged, you didn't expect someone to suddenly touch you gently on the shoulder; you quickly turn your head and see beautiful green eyes.

— “[____], Uh— Hello!“

“Oh, Hello, Adrien. Do you need anything?"

The blond boy looked noticeably nervous as he tried to remember his words well and not embarrass himself in front of the young woman. He took a deep breath to start talking.

— “Well, actually, I just wanted to give you something.”

He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, pulled out a pretty pink ribbon and held out his arm to the young woman to hand it to him, whereupon the young woman took it in one of her hands.

“Oh, its cute but may I know why you're giving it to me?

— “Oh— Well I thought you could tie it in your hair to match your ballet dress.”

He spoke nervously as he played with his fingers, but you were still processing what he had just said, you thought that almost no one knew you practiced ballet, you looked at the ribbon in your hand and couldn't help but smile.

“Thanks so much Adrien, I really appreciate it, how did you know I practiced ballet?”

​—“Ah—"It's just that I, well, uh—I heard you practiced ballet, so I thought you'd like it.”

“Oh, I see… Thank you again, see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

She gave Adrien a smile of gratitude, he just smiled nervously as the young woman turned back towards the exit of the school to head to your house.

— “UHG! Who does Adrien think he is? "Why did he get so close to [____]? Do you think Adrien likes [____] too?"

— “Come on girl, maybe they were just talking, you know that not all the people who get close to [____] its because they have to be into her.”

— “Alya, but— did you see the way Adrien was looking at [____]?! Also, he approached her very suddenly! I know Adrien is up to something, and I am going to make sure he does not get it!

— “Chill out Marinette, you might still have a chance if you just talk to her, you will never know if you do not try.”

The young girl with the pigtails just grumbled, still annoyed by the interaction of his beloved [____] and Adrien, while Alya tried to calm her down.

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You collapsed on your bed with your backpack, exhausted from walking. You still had the ribbon bow in your hand you just looked at it, you were very tired from walking, not only from that but from having to go to school and from having to solve the problems. Problems from all your "friends", and having to stay up all night studying for even the easy questions in class, you tossed and turned in your bed until you stayed face up looking at the ceiling of your room and think

—“Oh, but your only just helping them; what's wrong with that?”

Well, if you had to listen to them all the time, in class, all the time talking about them and their emotional problems, maybe you were already a psychologist??

—"But they're just blowing off steam!"

Of course you never saw anything wrong with that. Some of your classmates had a lot of trust in you, but one thing was that they wanted to blow off steam, on the other they expected you to come up with an answer that would solve everything. You could only give them comforting words and support them; why did they expect even more from you?

"Did you always try to please everyone around you, but why? Why didn't you want to disappoint anyone, or why did you want to present a good image? Maybe because that was what your mother expected of you? After all, you They were his golden girl… His perfect girl, right?

…

How pathetic to want to fulfill the expectations of others, but you didn't even have an expectation; you just hid it next to your dreams.

"Why your life now isn't what you always imagined it would be like a child?"

"When did it all go down the drain?"

The only one you blame for this is your mother. As a child, you always had a grade point average of 8. Your mother always congratulated you; she never demanded more from you; she even rewarded you; she paid for a course so that you could learn ballet and practice, since you always adored him.

"Why did everything change from one day to the next?"

You just remember sobbing while your mom yells at you about how much you disappointed her.

—“Damn it, tell me! What do you think they're going to say about me when they find out my daughter got a 7 in math?! You always disappoint me! You've always done that! It was my mistake to leave you practicing that shit! Isn't that more than standing on your toes and flying around? What good would it do to you in life! It won't make anything of you instead of worrying about your future! What university will you go to? None!, if all you can do is dance and not even that well!!"

You were startled to hear the memory of your mother's voice echoing in your head. That memory did nothing but make you cry. It was the worst moment of your childhood, when you literally had to bury your dreams because your mother had had enough of your crying and ended up burning your pretty ballet shoes along with your tutu and the ribbon you used to tie your hair with. You sigh as you try to calm yourself down, but you can't; the only thing going through your mind are these words. You realize that even as you are crying, squeezing the hand holding the ribbon Adrien gave you, you do not want to look at it. Now that you were trying to calm your silly whining, you were so focused that you didn't even notice a little black butterfly appear with purple tones that now approached you and perched on your ribbon bow

— “Oh, poor girl, you help everyone with their problems, but never with yours. You get recognized by someone who is not you. I am Hawk Moth. How about I help you shine and be recognized for your biggest dream?"

Now that you hear a man's voice, you smile at his suggestion as you sit down on your bed.

"Yes…"

You spoke unconsciously, thinking about how everyone would finally see what you were made of and what you should have been all along, but that your mother despised.

— “Just in return, I want you to bring me Ladybug and Catnoir's Miraculous

“Sure…Hawk Moth.”

— "Go and shine, Cygnus Noir.”

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A young girl in a red suit with black dots was moving quickly from building to building thanks to her yo-yo with which she was swinging. She had been alerted by the sighting of an akumatized person near the Eiffel Tower, On the news they described it as a horrible gigantic monster. While she was swinging, she watched as several citizens were attacked by what seemed to be small porcelain dolls dressed as ballet dancers. I watched as they attacked mainly with the sharp pointed ballet slippers. He wondered where his companion Catnoir could be. For some reason, the faces of the dolls seemed familiar to him, something that worried him.

Meanwhile, a boy in a black suit was carefully sneaking out of the Agreste mansion to support his partner. As he ran across some rooftops he could already see the disaster that was generated by that akumatized person.

He did not hesitate to come down from the heights of the buildings to face some small dolls that attacked the citizens with fury, they were fast with their movements so he barely had time to see them in detail, while he dedicated himself to dodging and counterattacking with his cane at the moment that one of the dolls attacked him directly at her face with her sharp sneakers, while stopping his attack he could see her better when he managed to look at her more carefully. It was at that moment that he was little terrified when he looked at her face, the thing he least wanted to think about was that his beloved was the akumatized one but it was obvious. He did not hesitate much to break the doll into pieces with one blow with his cane and the other little dolls that were still intact only quickly dispersed, escaping from the hero for fear of ending up like his companion.

Cat Noir was trying to take his time from him as he could feel the panic running through his body. He was staring at what were now just broken pieces of the doll, although he was looking to one in specific. The face, broken into just one perfect piece.

— “There you are, Cat Noir! “I was looking for you!”

The hero in red and black landed a few meters near the black cat who was still in shock. The confused girl approached him, but it was then that the blonde reacted and walked away from her, which disconcerted her.

— “My Lady, we have to finish off the Akuma as quickly as possible.”

I speak Cat Noir seriously. Could be heard the annoyance in his voice.

—“Uh— yes I agree, but it something happened to you?, Are you fi-

The raven girl's words were suddenly cut off when she felt something creak under her foot and a noise could be heard as if it were broken porcelain. Under her gaze, she had actually stepped on something. When she removed her foot, she gasped in fear..

'That is what I think..?'

It was when she now knew who the akumatized person was, it was her beautiful angel [____], she felt how not only worry invaded his body but also the rage.

NOTES

꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── Everybody died and the end. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── AHAHAHA- Sorry, I didn't have so many ideas for a fight between the akumatized reader and Ladybug and Cat Noir (╥﹏╥), but I'll definitely update it when I get an idea. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I didn't really like how I did it to the reader, I would have liked it to be a little more neutral, I don't know if I understand- ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

[moosekateer13]

But Daddy I Love Him!

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Friends to Enemies. Enemies to Lovers, Alcohol, Mention of Self Neglect

Summary: Masks are meant to hide identities but sometimes they can have unintended consequences. Y/N and Jared are former best friends turned enemies.  Both come from high-society families that have invitations to certain events. They end up at a masquerade in England, leading to something unexpected.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's But Daddy I Love Him!

I forget how the West was won. I forget if this was ever fun

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you. Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best. Clutching their pearls, sighing "What a mess" I just learned these people try and save you

... cause they hate you

"Seven billion people, and I got put in a room with you." I said.

“Well, I don't want to be in a room with you either, you are such an itchy sweater.” Jared replied.

“Well, you are a cold bowl of soup.” I retorted.

Holy drags me away before I end up clawing his eyes out.

“Careful Y/N your family has a reputation to uphold. You and Jared are having a shouting match and could end up online. You know what damage it could do to your lawyer career, too.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right. Thank you for reining me in.” I replied.

“That's what friends are for. We look out for each other.” Holy said.

“We are all dolled up in these gowns, so let's forget about him for tonight,” I said as I put on my masquerade mask. 

My parents usually attend the annual Lunar Luminescence Ball. This time they gave their invitations to me. They said I spend way too many hours in the office and need to get out more. 

Karma Corp personal injury and law. I opened the firm with the money from a trust I got when I was 25. After, a knee injury that ruined my dance career when I was 16. Even if with my parents' lawyers the person who hit me got away. From that point on, I vowed to help people who suffered life-altering injuries like mine. It leaves hardly any time to travel for vacations, which I don't mind. My parents see it differently, though. They felt like I needed a break so here I am.

I take a flute of champagne from the server's tray. I downed the glass pretty quickly. Then grab another.

A guy in a white tuxedo and maroon mask holds his hand out to me. 

I find it ironic that his mask matches my dress.

May I have this dance miss?

 “You may” I replied

We effortlessly glided across the dancefloor.  We are perfectly in sync. 

I miss dancing. I haven't done this in ages.

So graceful like a swan. You must do this professionally.

“ At one point it was my path but life had other plans.” I replied.

“That's a shame”

Whoever this masked man is, he makes me feel at ease and peace. 

I've never felt like this with anyone I've been with.

Princess, may I take you to the room upstairs? I'd like to take this further.

“You may Prince Charming,” I replied.

He carefully swoops me up off the floor and carries me upstairs.

We methodically remove each other's clothes. 

Raw, passionate, euphoric. I never felt this good. No names are exchanged but why would we need to it's only one night.

Princess, those sounds from your lips are like music to my ears.

“Charming, you know how to play my instrument well.” I replied

He sends me to a crescendo over and over. I do the same with him.

I wake up to the sun hitting my face. I don't remember when I fell asleep. My companion from last night is sleeping on his stomach.

I quickly get dressed and leave the room.

Weeks later….

Back in Y/N's New York Y/N's apartment 

A loud pounding on my door. Pulls away from my work.

I yank the door open.

“Jared, what the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“I figured out that I spent the night with you at the ball,” Jared replies.

I feel the colour drain from my face.

“What? That is impossible. The man I spent the night with was kind, and caring to me. Everything you are not to me.” I retorted.

Jared waves a mask in front of me. I recognize it as the one I wore that night.

“You left this on the floor of the room we shared. I saw pictures online from the event with you and Holy. That's how I figured it out.” Jared said.

I take a step back not wanting him to be so close.

Jared kicks my door with his foot before closing the gap between us.

“You should go, Jared. I shouldn't have let you in.” I replied.

“Can't leave Y/N I've got a taste of you and now I'm addicted. I want more of you.” Jared said.

At just his words I feel myself growing slick and I'm sweating.

Jared smirks at my reaction. I let out a squeal as he picked me up.

He pulls off my flimsy nightgown, followed by my undergarments.

I reciprocate and pull off his clothes. Pulling off his jeans took some extra effort because of the bulge formed beneath them.

Jared pushes me onto the bed.

He fills me with one go. 

  “Damn princess I'll never tire of the way this feels being with you. The way you squeeze me is something else.” Jared said.

I feel myself grow slicker at his words.

“Same prince I'll never tire of the way you fill me and make my body sing.” replied

Hours later and thoroughly marked. We finally pull apart and collapse from exhaustion.

His cum is leaking out of me and onto the bedsheets. I'm going to have to clean that up later.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked.

“I don’t know Y/N but we will figure it out. I can't remember why we went from being close to hating each other.” Jared replied.

“I don't know either,” I said

Jared kissed the top of my head before we slowly drifted off to sleep.

3 months later…

Tart Moment Café

I'm getting glares from Sarah and Hannah Occiden. 

They are so loud I can hear them from where I'm sitting.

“What a mess. She lets Jared use her whenever he sees fit without a commitment.” Hannah said.

“Don't worry, he will tire of her soon.” Sarah replied.

These girls dressed in their Sunday best. They saved me once from bullies, but they only saved me to hate me. It's jealousy, that's for sure. Hannah wanted to be Jared's at one time. He wouldn't give her the time of day.

They look over and realize I hear them. They lower their voices and Hannah goes back to twirling her bleached blond hair around her finger.

Holy sets down the cinnamon roll and tea she got for me.

“The Occiden twins being catty again?” Holy asked.

“Yup. I'm a lawyer so I'm used to dealing with shitty people.” I replied.

I take a sip of my tea before eating my cinnamon roll.

“Well, let's get you away from these bitches as fast as possible. Jared is supposed to be coming over right? You don't want to keep him waiting.” Holy said.

“Yeah, you are right on both accounts,” I replied.

I quickly finish my food which earns a chuckle from Holy. I say goodbye to her before I head home.

Jared is there sitting by the door and greets me with a kiss.

“Mmm, you taste like cinnamon. Eating those cinnamon rolls you love so much from Tart Moment again?” Jared said.

“Yup and let's not waste another moment. You've had a long week at the hospital. I think the paramedic needs some taking care of.” I replied as tug him towards my room.

Jared unbuttons my dress, but we get interrupted.

We hear someone letting themselves in. Jared goes to investigate it.

Jared, what are you doing here? Where's my daughter? You shouldn't be here. All those competitions between you two for grades and awards did a number on her. She focused on getting them instead of self-care at one point.

I ran in to stop the argument.

“Stop, Daddy, things have changed. I love him and I'm carrying his baby.” I said.

My dad's eyes go wide in response to what I just said.

He goes to the couch to sit down.

“Is that true Y/N or did you just say that to stop me from talking?” my dad asked.

“It's all true.” I replied. 

Jared takes my hand in his.

“Sir, I promise I'll take care of her and our baby. After Y/N is my lady.” Jared interjected.

“If you are so sure Jared, and it's Y/D/N. I know when you are both ready. You will make things official. I'd like you and Y/N to have dinner with her mom and me tonight. I know it's short notice but I won't be able to keep the secret of Y/N's pregnancy from my wife.” my dad said.

“We'll be there Dad.” I replied.

He says nothing else and takes his leave. 

 Jared stands in front of me and runs his hands through my Y/H/C. He knows the gesture calms me.

“Well, that was a less chaotic result than I expected. I guess we should go back to my place after we finish up here. So I'm ready for dinner.” Jared said.

“No need. I ordered some clothes for you last week and put them in the walk-in closet in the main bedroom. Now let's get back to what we were doing.” I replied as I tugged him back to the bedroom.

[mikalame]

Date me... please

'yes tom ill be down there in like 5 minutes, just let me finish my make up okay' you type into your phone. Tom was BLOWING it up nervous about the whole ordeal,

Ever since you had asked for his number he was texting you ever miniute, of every hour all day long, you found it quite cute tho, for him to be thinking of you that much, it made you kick your feet like a little school girl.

You rush down the stairs, quickly grabbing your heels as you hop to put them on, you look at your self in the hallway mirror, flatting your dress and making sure your lipstick wouldn't smudge you open the door.

Seeing Tom right there was a bit of a shock but it still made you blush, he had his phone in his hand 'he was probably going to text me to see how much longer i would be' you think.

Tom fumbles to put his phone in his dark jean pants, lifting his black and red top, that unknowing matched well with the little dress you had on aswell.

"___, you look.... stunning" he mumbles his eyes tracing over every inch of you outfit, "why thank you tom, you dress up nice as well" you giggle adjusting your handbag.

Tom takes you hand and escorts you to his car, as he hops in the drivers side, starting the car he exsplains about what you two would be doing for the night.

"So what i was thinking was that we go walk around the park and visit the arcarde store, then we can go to restaurant, how does that sound" looking at you before eyes flicking back to the road.

"Arcade store?" you ask "Yeah i mean we could do somthing else it just kinda what i thought in the moment you know" his words faluter as he speaks, his eyes pinned to the road wondering if you thought i was a stupid idea.

"No i think it will be fun, i havent been to an arcade store in years, oooo i wonder if they still have donkey kong, i LOVED that game when i was younger" you rant, you start telling tom all the games you loved as a kid getting side tracked if one had a specific memory you remembered.

By the time your finished your at the park, you can see the neon lights to the store from here, you look down at your outfit now feeling like you dressed up a bit much for an arcade store.

"Hey ___ its kinda chilly do ya want my jacket" Tom asks seeing you look at the outfit your wearing, "hmm oh yeah please tom, thank you" you mutter as you shrug it on.

As you two walk to enjoy the evening light and the nice cool breeze washing over your selfs, you stop and take a small amount of time to stop and watch the family of swans wading through the water.

Once getting to the arcade store after you dared tom to a game of how could get there faster tom only winning because you had a hard time running with heels on, but that didnt stop tom from bragging for the next 5 minutes.

The first game you visited was... donkey Kong of course after you two had got the pass you practically DRAGGED him over there holding on to his hand, playing a few rounds then moving to a game tom wanted to play, then switching back and fourth between games you or him wanted to play.

Walking back to the car goodies in hand you tried to stuff the majortiy of what you one in you handbag but that didn't really hold much, tom had decided to just use his top as a bag and place all his goodies inside, shortly followed by you placing your goods with his, tom held the rest of his top close to him so they didnt fall out.

Tom chucked all the treats onto the dash before speeding off to the restaurant, cracking jokes, and eating a few of the lollies you won.

Once arriving tom opens your door, holding it like you were some queen or something, before placing your hand in his walking to the big glass double doors.

You to get escorted to your reserved table and get handed these wood print menus with 4 different panels showing you the drinks, the food and the deserts, the majority of them had super fancy names that you and tom tried to pronounce to each other but failed miserably.

While waiting for you food to arrive you and tom were given your chosen drink of coke in a nice tall cold glass with a fancy little straw with a lemon on the side, tom decided to challenge you with a contest of who could stay the most calm while eating the slice of lemon.

Half way through your little contest you food had arrived, they had seen you and tom trying to keep your composure then freeze and turn slowly to face the poor waiter who had both of your food in hand.

Once she left you two busted out laughing, "The look on the poor ladys face ahahha" tom chuckles wiping a fake tear from his eye "i know that was so stupid tom" you giggle before taking your first bite of food.

When you both had finished tom went up to pay talking bout how he has to because hes just manly like that, but stumbling when his pants got caught on his shoe making him trip a bit.

You walk to the car with tom he was showing you how many of the free mints he got while paying he seemed very proud of this saying how you could have to but not anymore because you 'didnt help get this'.

You two sit in the car remisising about the night laughing at the race you didnt win, tom getting mad saying the arcade game scammed him and how he wanted hi money back, the face on the lady when she saw your little competition at dinner and when you guys had so much lollies they were dropping out all over the place.

The drive back to your home was calm, no awkwardness around just tom and you enjoying eachothers company, his hand placed on your inner thigh only moving when he has to change gears but putting his hand back before the area could even get cold again.

Toms car pulls up to your home opening your door just like he did at the restaurant walking you to your door. "Oh wait i forgot somthing" he says running back to his car, grabbing somthing beofre running back to you.

"Here, i remember you saying how these were you favorite flower, so i got some for you, i didnt give them to you before cause i forgot" he laughs running the back of his neck before holding them out for you.

"Wow tom these are beautiful im so glad you remembered i liked these" you say smelling the sweetness waft off the flower "i had a really great night tonight tom" you whisper you eyes flicking from his brown eyes to his pierced lip.

Tom caught on knowing what you wanted as well he whispers back to you "I had a great night aswell ___ i hope to do this again" taking his hand out holding you jawline and slowing bringing you in for a kiss.

You felt as if you were in a movie the porch light shining down on you, tom hand on your jaw, you and around his neck, it made you feel amazing like you were on cloud-9.

Your lips separating and you pull in air to your lungs you look at tom again before wishing him a goodnight kissing his cheek and closing the door softly behind your self.

Tom looks back at where you were standing just progressing the fact you kissed his back, he walks back to his car he looks at the lollies on the dash eating one of the blue ones a small smile on his lips,

ready to spill all of this to the band when he gets back he cant wait for you next date.

HEYYY GUYS sorry this took awhile and its quite long to read but i hope you all enjoyed, wasnt going to make a PT2 but so many of you liked the first one so here you gooo

taglist @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley@saumspam@adissonsss

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 6

I spent the next few days hidden in my room, staring at the birthday gifts Steve and Bucky had given me. Steve’s pin had a deep meaning behind it; the things he said about me and his life touched something in my heart, and I wore it every day. We had been friends for four years now, and maybe I was being blind, but I thought that’s all we were. We were children when we first met, and maybe I had failed to notice the shift in his feelings now that we were adults.

I didn’t know how to feel about this, but I was afraid of the day when he might confess his feelings and I would have to break his heart. And then there was Bucky’s gift—the white, nameless plush cat. I would fall asleep with it every night, cuddling it and thinking of him. I felt ashamed, now that I had an inkling of Steve’s feelings for me. He was hoping that one day I might feel something for him, while I was thinking the same thing about his best friend.

For days, I was unsure of what to do. I couldn’t act on my feelings without breaking Steve’s heart, and I couldn’t live with myself if I did. And who was to say that Bucky even felt the same way about me? I couldn’t bear the thought of destroying our friendship over my stupid emotions, so I made a decision. I would bottle up my feelings and wait for them to die down. I was certain it was just teenage hormones; it would go away eventually—or so I thought.

Emboldened by my decision, I got ready to go to our usual spot in Prospect Park. I put on my second favorite dress, telling myself that I didn’t need to look my best for just meeting friends. In hindsight, it seems like a foolish thought. As I went downstairs, I ran into my father. He looked me up and down. “Going anywhere?” he asked.

“I just want to read my book in Prospect Park,” I lied for some reason.

He was not convinced. “Where’s your book?”

“Oops, let me get it quick,” I said, turning around.

He stopped me. “Wait, now that you’re here, we’re having company for dinner tonight, so don’t be late.”

“Who is it?” I asked, surprised because we never had company over.

“Just a friend from work, with their son. He’s your age. I’m sure you’ll get along.”

I didn’t like that one bit. “Are you trying to set me up?” I didn’t want to hear the answer, and he didn’t give me one. He mumbled, “I gotta get back to work. See you tonight.”

All the way to the park, I kept thinking about our dinner guest. I didn’t want to meet some random guy my father deemed suitable. He didn’t even know me, so how could he assume to know who would be a good match for me?

The boys were already there when I arrived. Steve was drawing the swans swimming on the lake, and Bucky was absorbed in a book. Both of them looked up when I approached, and my face must have betrayed my emotions because they asked me simultaneously what was wrong.

I told them about the news my father had dropped on me. After my explanation, their faces mirrored my disappointment.

Steve broke the silence. “Maybe he’s nice. You won’t know until you meet him.” He didn’t look convinced, though. Seeing their faces and the obvious disappointment reminded me of the choice I had made not to risk our friendship.

“You’re right, Steve. Maybe he is. I shouldn’t judge,” I said, lying to avoid the truth. They didn’t expect that answer.

Bucky spoke first, though his frustration was evident. “Bold of your father to assume what you like in a guy, but whatever.” He tried to hide his irritation but failed. I saw him bending the book in his hand and tapping his foot anxiously.

“I don’t like this, doll. You’re not some cattle to be sold. You can make your own choices.” His voice held a note of desperation that made me feel uneasy. I put my hand on his to stop him from bending the book, knowing he would regret it later. “It’s just dinner. I’m not getting married, Buck,” I said, trying to calm him.

Something shifted in his demeanor as he looked at my hand on his. He was searching for the right words and finally said, “Yeah, I’m just being weird. I’m sorry. I just want you to be happy, is all. Listen, I’ve got to go. There’s something I have to do. See you tomorrow.”

He patted Steve on the shoulder, got up, and left. I was afraid that now that Steve and I were alone, he might take the opportunity to confess his feelings. I wasn’t sure how I would react.

Maybe I should have paid more attention to the dark clouds that were gathering above us. Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and lightning streaked across the sky. We started to get up just as the rain began pouring down in buckets. Everyone in the park hurried home, but it was so sudden and heavy that you got drenched either way. Steve gathered up his drawing supplies, but the rain had already destroyed his work. He looked at me, took my hand, and said, “Let’s get you home.”

We ran as fast as we could, and just before we reached my apartment, I almost slipped in the rain and would have fallen if Steve hadn’t been holding my hand. It must have looked so ridiculous that I started laughing, and he couldn’t help but join in. Seeing him laugh made me happy; I wished we could stay like this forever—friends who loved each other deeply. But then he said something that shattered that hope. He looked me in the eyes, his voice trembling as he pleaded, “Don’t marry him,” kissed my cheek, and walked away.

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[elfboyeros]

You're My Husband

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After unlocking the door to their Swiss hotel room, Wilhelm rolls his neck and shoulders with a heavy sigh. Once inside, he takes off his large coat.

“Beloved,” Belladonna mutters.

He turns around, “Yes, mien Schw—”

She’s instantly on him pressing his large frame into the wall, lips attached.

It’s infrequent for Belladonna to be so dominant physically, however, it’s more than welcome. Wilhelm holds her face tightly between his hands, keeping her so close as she claws at his clothes tearing his shirt open after struggling with his waistcoat.

“Mine,” she mutters against his lips as her hand glides over his sculpted chest.

“Yours, my swan,” Wilhelm sighs happily, “All yours.”

The sighs spilling from his mouth fueling her lust as she kisses down his jawline and his neck her fangs scrapping his skin as she unlatches his belt and unbuttons his slacks.

“My Wilhelm,” Belladonna coos, her hands on his hard cock.

Wilhelm groans at the feeling of her soft hands stroking his dick, “Bela—" Belladonna hums at the sound of her name, continuing to stroke his cock at a steady pace. Lips fixed to his collarbone as he moans in her ear, every glade of her hands across his body and scraping of her teeth against his skin creating the most carnal desire within the deepest pit of his stomach.

“Bela,” he breathes, “Please.”

“My beloved,” she coos into his skin.

She’s just as much of a tease as he is, a pretty little smirk painted on her lips, her delicate hands working his body, her sweet little sounds… it’s driving him insane!

“Enough!” he growls, grabbing her by the waist and forcing her toward the hotel bed.

Her giggling while kissing him before she hit the mattress, only drives him more insane, “You are an unbelievable tease!” he remarks tossing his belt aside.

“Now you know how I felt for the past 63 years,” Belladonna cooly jokes as she rubs the inside of his thigh with her foot.

Wilhelm huffs out a laugh ridding himself of his pants and underclothes, before kissing her once again. His tongue all but down her throat clawing at her clothes, making it incredibly obvious that he wants the dress off. It may be one of many dresses just simply Wilhelm adores, but it’s taking everything inside of him not to rip the dress off.

“If you—mhm—ruin this dress—”

“I’d buy you a new one,” he remarks, unzipping the back of the dress and pulling it off her while sucking hickeys into her neck.

Belladonna rolls her eyes at his remark whilst he unclasps his bra and tosses her undergarments into so random part of the room with the rest of their clothes. Kissing down her chest she uses all her strength to flip their positions, with her now on top of him.

“Impatient,” Wilhelm scoffs as she hovers her pussy over his dick.

She hums with a smile, rubbing her hands down his chest before sinking on his cock, “Bela,” Wilhelm moans, “My god!”

Rolling her hips at a steady pace, Wilhelm matches her speed enjoying the view of her perched on his cock and the bouncing of her breast a gorgeous sight he could (and will) spend eternity just staring at.

“Wilhelm,” Belladonna moans leaning into his touch as he cups her cheek. His name is always the most beautiful thing she says.

Raising, he meets her lips after tightly wrapping his arms around her waist, thrusting into her with force. It’s a type of rough vigor that says so many things without saying them out loud.

“You’re mine.”

“Bela,” Wilhelm sighs into her ear.

“You’ll always be mine.”

“I love you,” he moans.

“My Bela.”

“Я тоже тебя люблю,” she pants.

Their room is filled with a cascade of moans, groans, sighs, whimpers, and sobs. Passionate keening that only lets up hours later with both entangled with one another across that soft divan laying in comfortable and complete silence.

“Mhm, come on, Swan,” Wilhelm murmurs as she nibbles on his neck, “We need to bathe.”

“No,” Belladonna whines her limbs smacking the mattress as he gets up.

“You will feel better once you bathe,” he chuckles pulling her upper body off the mattress, “Come on, my Bela.”

“Uhm, don’t say my name,” she groans as he finally gets her on her feet, “I can’t handle it.”

“Too bad, You've made me forget your other name for the evening,” Wilhelm jokes, stroking her knuckles with his thumbs gauging whether she could walk on her own or not.

Belladonna scoffs as he stares at her, “Just carry me!”

Picking her up in his arms he carries her to the bathroom and draws a bath, the hot water combined with the smell of luxury hotel soaps and shampoo creates a wonderful comfort similar to a cozy shared blanket.

“One good thing about tonight—”

“Besides the marathon of sex, we just had?” Belladonna remarks.

Wilhelm chuckles, “You looked gorgeous tonight.”

“You say that like I don’t look gorgeous every night.”

“Shush,” Wilhelm says rolling his eyes before tucking hair behind her ear, “I mean with Elmo and Dita’s babies. You have a way with children, infant to adolescent they are soothed by you.”

Belladonna smiles, combing his hair back, “There is one more good thing about tonight,” she comments.

“And what would that be, my swan?”

“I know what she looks like now.”

He hums, “And why is that good?”

“I know who to kill.”

“Bela,” Wilhelm laments.

“You really expect me to just keep going about my day if I were to see this woman again?!”

“Swan…”

“So, if he was still alive you won’t want to kill him if you saw him again?”

“If he was still around, we would not be together,” Wilhelm exhales, “and he was abusing you I had every right to kill him!”

“She abused you! I have a right to kill her by that logic.”

Wilhelm sighs, “I’m sorry beloved,” Belladonna apologizes with a slight giggle.

“Please don’t worry about it,” Wilhelm retorts. "Ernestine is a woman who feeds off drama and torments others; she’s not worth your time, let alone killing.”

She hums, “And I doubt she’ll live much longer, she looked horrible,” he adds.

She lets out a sound of agreement, ��She did look like she had been in a fight.”

“Probably trying to steal another woman’s husband,” he comments.

Belladonna purrs with a soft smile, “You’re my husband, You’ll always be my husband.”

“Yes, I will,” Wilhelm whirrs, kissing her softly, “I’m forever yours.”

“And I’m forever yours,” she drones against his lips before settling against her chest, “My beloved, I have a question.”

“You have no need to inquire me if you can ask me a question, You’ve known that since the very beginning.”

“Did you find her attractive?”

Wilhelm laughed, “It’s an honest question!” Belladonna chirped.

“I will not deny that she was and to a current point is attractive,” he answers honestly, “But I’ve never found myself attracted to her.”

“Not a fan of blondes?” Belladonna jokes.

Wilhelm hums pushing back her bangs “More a fan of one woman with poliosis,” he mutters into her forehead, kissing her hairline making her giggle.

[ninjaneonleon]

The Twins

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Donnie was tired. His whole body ached and even his Ninpō felt exhausted. He, Leo and the swan twins were still perched out on the Lake, curled up and waiting for the others to wake up.

“We shouldn’t delay this much longer, Donnie,” Odette whispered after a moment. “This is draining you more. I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been so good to me.” She nuzzled against Donnie’s shoulder with a small sigh.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Odette?” Donnie asked softly. “It’s a big step. And you just got your magic.”

“You’re more important, Donnie,” Odette said with a firm nod, scrubbing at her eyes.

Donnie glanced down at Leo. He was talking softly to Odile, both their voices too low for Donnie to hear properly. Odile’s expression was one of awe but also of pain. Donnie expected that they were going through the same feelings that he was.

“Donnie, it’s okay.” Odette put her hand on Donnie’s arm, smiling up at him with tears in her eyes. “You took great care of me while we’ve been here. Without you, I would still be stuck and Odile would still be with… him.” She shook her head. “You saved us. You helped make me brave.”

“Oh, Odette.” Donnie shifted to hug her properly. “You were already so brave. All I did was let you see that. You’re amazing, Odette, and you always have been.”

Odette sniffled, then started sobbing softly. She clung to Donnie, curling against him. Her tears wet the feathers of his dress but he didn’t care. Her comfort was more important than a few damp feathers.

“I love you, Donnie,” Odette managed to whimper through her sobs. “You’re the best big brother I could ever want.”

Donnie couldn’t help but smile. Odette was so sweet. And she was too young to have been through so much. Donnie wished he could give her more. More time, more comfort, more chance to grow.

But he couldn’t. She wanted this. Donnie wouldn’t take that choice away from her.

“I love you too, Odette,” Donnie murmured honestly, pressing a kiss to Odette’s forehead.

She paused before nuzzling against Donnie again. “If I help you, can we dance together one more time?” Donnie didn’t know if he had the energy to, but he would find the energy. He wouldn’t deny Odette this.

“Of course. Did you want Leo and Odile too?”

“Yes please.”

Donnie paused, unwilling to interrupt the two’s conversation, but Leo turned to look at him not a moment later. “Hey, Odile has asked if we could all dance together one last time.” Donnie couldn’t help but laugh. The twins were very much on the same wavelength.

“We were just about to ask the same thing.”

With help, Donnie climbed to his feet.

“Here, let me help you, Dee.” Leo took a breath, then took Donnie’s hand. Instinctively, Donnie raised his leg and let Leo spin him in a perfect pirouette. Energy flooded through Donnie’s system, giving him the strength and power to continue. A soft, blue light shone around the lake and Donnie stopped spinning. When he looked down, he saw that he wore the same style of feathered pants that Leo now had, except his were white, and he was also wearing a crown of branches and leaves. “There. Now we match.”

Donnie couldn’t help but roll his eyes fondly. “Thanks, Nardo. Now c’mon. Let’s give these lovely swans one last goodbye.”

Leo nodded and smiled at Odile. The two walked over a few steps, then started dancing together. Donnie and Odette followed, falling into step next to them.

Donnie couldn’t help but smile as his body guided him to follow the music. It was so natural, so normal, so right. Even if Donnie didn’t have Odette’s soul merging with his own, he still had his natural love of dancing and his skill. Leo was keeping up, not quite as good as he had been while fused with Odile but still a decent dancer nonetheless. Clearly his lessons with them had paid off.

The pairs danced and danced and danced until Donnie’s body started aching again and his energy started to wane. During that time, the others woke up from the spell Von Rothbart had used on them, leaving the two pairs of twins with an audience.

“I can’t anymore, guys, I’m sorry,” Donnie apologised as he carefully set Odette down from the lift he was carrying her in. He was at his limit, as much as he wanted this moment to last forever.

“It’s okay, Donnie,” Odette said with a small smile. “Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Will we see you again?” Leo asked, walking Odile over and letting them go to their sister.

“One day,” Odile promised. “But for now… there’s someone waiting for us.” They turned and ran towards the center of the lake. There they started doing fouetté after fouetté, Donnie counted thirty-two in total, ending in a perfect arabesque.

The Lake glowed and from its depths, another form emerged. This one appeared as a dark skinned woman, wearing a pale gray dress and hat. Donnie recognised her immediately.

“Mom!” Donnie and Odette cried in unison. Odette immediately rushed over to the woman, Ilma Rothbart. Donnie was only stopped by Leo’s hand on his arm and the small shake of his head.

“You go to her now, you don’t come back,” he whispered, not letting go of Donnie for a moment.

The two swans smiled and rushed into their mother’s waiting arms. They were hugged close and Donnie didn’t miss the way the two started crying into Ilma’s dress.

Ilma looked over, smiled, then nodded silently at Donnie. He knew what she was saying.

“Thank you for loving my babies.”

The twin swans turned and waved at Donnie and Leo. Then, as he quickly as Ilma appeared, the group of spirits vanished.

Donnie turned, smiling softly at Leo. “It’s over. They’re home.”

Leo nodded, reaching out and taking Donnie’s hand. “And now it’s our turn.”

Donnie hesitated. Could he just… go back? The Lake had been his home for years now, this was where he belonged, right?

But then he looked over, saw his brothers, his dad, April, even Barry sitting on the shore of the Lake and he knew.

The Lake wasn’t his home. His home was with the people he loved. With his twin, with his family. His home wasn’t a place. It was the people.

Donnie took a step towards the shore. Then another. Then another and suddenly he was running as fast as he could.

He crashed into Raph’s arms, clinging to his biggest brother as the fog in his head that had lingered for so long finally cleared. His family gathered around him, holding him close and giggling and crying and laughing as Donnie finally came back to himself for the first time in years.

Donatello Hamato. Tech genius. Mutant Ninja Turtle. Donnie.

He was home.

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And there we go! All the main story is complete! Thank you all so much for the support you’ve given this mini series and thank you for reading!

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[goldeneyedgirl]

Sonya! (Imagine, for a moment, that Tumblr Staff actually fixed the bug that means I have to screenshot and tag you @sonyawix for replies.) I missed you!

Jasper's just there realising that a couple of decades of training and practice with the Cullens was no match for a tiny teenage girl who looks at him like he's the second coming. She did more for his self-esteem in one night than anyone has done for him since he was human.

Jasper's softer in STL and his trauma has already been sorted, organised, and filed in his mental storage unit so he just has to simp over worry about Mary-Alice. Mary-Alice has the trauma conga-line but it gets pretty soft for both of them starting next chapter.

But it's why Jasper chapters are usually easier to write.

And listen, we all switch hyperfixations. I read a whole bunch of MCU fics that had Correct Vibes but Incorrect Takes, and beautililies had to stop me from writing MCU fic before I worked on Jalice fics. Also the idea I am carrying 70% of your Jalice experience is fucking wild. What do you want? I feel like I need to give you something because 2024 was not my most active year ever.

My little Mabel has recovered from the infections she had well, but decided to keep things interesting and acquired an ear infection which has since been upgraded to a double ear infection because what's more fun than a lot of credit card debt? Even more credit card debt! She is why I can only stare longing at Coach bags and not own fun stuff like that.

And honestly, I join you in solidarity that my sister and father are also Shitty Fucking People. Sometimes, people are rancid, and we just need to salute their bullshit and carry on our merry way.

It is law that if you bring up Anathema, I post something. I picked this scene WIP because Alice being a dramatic teenage girl is somehow so funny in my head? I can't wait to get to a scene where she's dramatic in front of Jasper and he's just "...you're adorable, you know that right?" And she's like, "absolutely not."

But for now, Alice makes a small scene.

“This is to never get back to the Clearwaters,” I could hear Freddie saying to Charlie Swan in a low voice. “Any of them. I trust you, Charlie.”

Charlie sighed. “Fred, I’ve known you a long time, and I don’t like this at all. What is so important you have to meet with them alone, without Sue and Billy knowing?"

Silence, and I was tempted to creep up the hallway to be able to hear better.

“… This is about Alice and her well-being. If… I have reason to believe that if Sue, Harry, and Billy knew more about Alice’s … health and genetic make-up, they would be deeply unhappy."

That was most likely an understatement. I had a feeling that if Sue found out that I was biologically half-vampire, I would be persona-non-grata in the Clearwater household. There was a fifty-percent chance that Harry would hunt me for sport, honestly. His aim with a shotgun was second-to-none.

//

Dr Cullen had brought his wife, and there was something almost funny seeing them in our home - they were both dressed in very stiff, fancy clothing, standing in the entrance looking awkward. I was in the kitchen finishing the washing up in pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt; both Freddie and Charlie were still wearing work clothing.

The apartment was still mostly in the late 60s style from when it was built. Lots of brown and yellow. Freddie always intended to renovate, but we never seemed to get around to it - moving all the books would take us days, and we’d have to stay downstairs. It was cozy up here, and if we made any changes, it would be to clean out the third floor.

“Hello Alice.” Mrs Cullen smiled so warmly at me, but I felt oddly shy, offering a little wave as I put plates back into the cupboard.

“Turn on the coffee maker, love, before you go,” Freddie said, and I got the message that this wasn’t going to be a meeting I was included in. I wasn’t upset about that; somehow Dr and Mrs Cullen were far and away more intimidating than Jasper was. Somehow the golden eyes and the pale skin that looked so right on him made me nervous around them.

Thankfully, Dulcie was having dinner with her brother’s family tonight. It meant we could have this meeting at home and she’d probably bring home left-over dessert. Hopefully that really good blueberry donut thing that Mrs Stanley usually made for Dulcie’s birthday.

It also meant that whilst I had been told I wouldn’t be joining in on the meeting today, there was no one in the house that would check to make sure I was wearing headphones and watching movies on my laptop instead of eavesdropping for all I was worth. And in my defence, I had to know what Freddie was telling everyone so I didn’t mess up the story later on. It was just planning ahead.

//

“He can read minds?” I shrieked, giving myself away instantly.

Charlie Swan swore, sloshing his coffee in surprise, as the rest of them spun around to look at me in the hallway.

“Alice,” Freddie groaned but I didn’t care that I would be doing extra cleaning this week or whatever as punishment.

A girl’s mind is private. There are things happening up there that die with me, okay?

Things like me contemplating the logistics of having sex on a gurney now that I’d met Jasper and realised he was a foot and a half taller than me, and probably 100lb heavier.

Or the fact that whilst my visions hadn’t been instructional, so to speak, they had given me a certain amount of reference material to reflect on. I might never have been a Girl Scout, but I do like to be prepared.

And the idea that one of the Cullens could mind-read and had probably told the entire family that a good fifty-percent of my brain power was solely dedicated to what I had seen of Jasper’s body in my vision at any time was… not ideal. Not at all how I planned to integrate myself into their lives. I was aiming for lovable future daughter-in-law, not mouth-breathing creeper.

“Edward considers the contents of everyone’s mind private, unless harm would result in keeping it secret,” Mrs Cullen quickly reassured me. Please. I had seen Leah and Seth together; I knew what siblings were like. There was no way in hell that Jasper hadn't been informed that I had absolutely noticed he was ripped when he helped me up.

“I’m taking a lot of emotional damage learning this,” I said slightly hysterically. “Can he hear everything?”

“Only when he’s present.” Was Dr Cullen laughing at me? He looked amused.

“Alice,” Freddie sounded tired. “There are brownies in the downstairs freezer if you want some dessert.”

Huh. It was bad if Freddie was bribing me with the catering supplies.

“That would help,” I said, trying to walk through the kitchen to get a knife with some kind of dignity. “You understand why I would be uncomfortable with a teenage boy reading my mind, right?”

“I think we’re all on the same page about that,” Charlie said. He didn’t look amused.

"Alice, I really don't think there's anything in your head that Edward Cullen would worry about," Freddie said, obviously trying to sound comforting and mostly made me want to slam my head against a wall.

"I've had unmonitored access to the internet since I was eleven and no boyfriend! Or girlfriend! There's plenty up there I don't want Jasper's brother knowing!" I snatched up the cake knife and looked over to see Freddie looking like he needed a drink, Charlie Swan looking the most uncomfortable I had ever seen him - and that included the ass-injury incident - and Mrs Cullen trying very unsuccessfully not to laugh at me.

"And now I've made it worse. I'm calling Cynthia!"

It's not the fact that my father was a vampire that makes me a freak. I manage to do that all by myself.

[allyougottado]

HI Doodle! How have you been? I've been kinda meh bc of college but thats beside the point. About your reblog of sending you a character (or in this case, coach haha) I wanna see your list on either Maybel or Joshua or Lumen Brooks(I'm indecisive about those 3, they've been filling my mind lately aaaaaaa), even tho they dont have much lore, I love read others HC, so I'm eager to read yours^^(sorry if they wont fill all the list thingy:()

i’ll try to do all 3 cuz i rly like these coaches as well 😎 (i'm skipping fave line and song i associate them with because... ppl dont speak in just dance and i'm not creative enough to associate coaches with any song other than their own map LOL)

maybel‼️‼️

fave thing about them: her design is so cute!!!! i love yellow and her dress looks inspired by poodle skirts with the little line (phone cord?) spiraling down the skirt lol it’s so adorable. i especially love the alt. design cuz purple sleeveless jacket is CUTESY (also she looks like she’s matching with joshua with the sleeveless jacket hehe 🤭 very CUTE💯💯💯)

least fave thing about them: nothing to hate abt her 😍

brOTP: love you like a love song (this headcanon was subconciously created by looking at ur art btw LOL)

OTP: JOSHUA‼️‼️‼️

nOTP: i’m ngl i have never seen any other ship with maybel in it LOL

random headcanon: she’s a softie but the one thing she’s loud abt is her #LOVE!!!! i probz got this from the straightforward and aggressively-lovey vibe from call me maybe (and the dance too), but also a description from the JD twitter lol (they describe her as the sweet one hehe)

unpopular opinion: idk i’ve never seen too much opinions that i disagree with abt her

fave picture of them: it’s scrapped but this is kick ass maybel from puppet master lmao

joshua😎

fave thing about them: the fake personality i made for him in my head 😼 and also his yellow glove probably

least fave thing about them: i'm gonna be really honest this part will probably be empty for almost everyone i’m not a person who hates easily 😭

brOTP: i always thought that #thatpower extreme and sorry looked similar to him (i think everyone else did too LOL) so YEAH they’re totally bros to me. i also group epsilon with those 3 but if i explain it will totally derail :P

OTP: maybel 💛🩷

nOTP: haven't seen anything too hateable yet lol

random headcanon: kuudere lolz. basically the exact same thing i said for maybel but instead of sweet and soft (🥺) he's like cold and serious on the outside but super hype and chill when he's dancing or talking to ppl he likes

also he’s probz the most normal compared to #thatpower extreme and sorry lol

unpopular opinion: once again, i haven't seen too much opinions i can disagree with lol

fave picture of them: this screenshot i took from youtube lmao

lumen brooks!!!!!🎸

fave thing about them: ur gonna be so shocked when you hear this but i love his yellow raincoat i want it for myself. also he has TEAL HAIR! TEN MILLION CHARACTER DESIGN POINTS TO YOU UBISOFT (blue hair=looks like miku=good)

also i like rock so his map is so cool. i like how they went with a quirky weird rock map instead of a depressing dark one like the two they added in 2023 like yeahhhhh lets switch it up a little (no hate tho i fucking love evanescence BTW)

least fave thing about them: WOAH it’s a bit too soon to hate lolz

brOTP: probz p1 and p3, zephyr reef and crimson riff. i know they’re most likely not even real but i’d like to think he treats them as if they were his bros. also it would be rlly funny if he just has crazy flow powers and can make stuff he draws real harold and the purple crayon style

OTP: nothing rn

nOTP: also nothing rn… that game needs to come out so i have more brainpower to think of cool stuff to say 😾

random headcanon: when u think punk he doesn’t really look like one compared to crimson riff but he probz acts like one lol. would probably hate ppl like night swan and nithe long. and probably kids in america too (she’s falling for the propaganda… 😔 lol) also he’s loud. idk why i think that it just fits to me lol. also everyone probably thinks he’s #CRAYZAY 🤪 but don’t worry bro. i understand you 🤝

unpopular opinion: idk at first i thought he would be chill with scotty but i somehow changed my mind like scotty’s too much of a sweetie pie and lumen is too feisty (to me hehe) i still like fanworks with both of them in it tho they’re funny. like clashing personality stuff is still very entertaining to me

fave picture of them: idk he’s only existed for a couple of months so there’s not much pics of him… probz the little cartoony promo art from twitter cuz i like how huge they drew his rainboots here LOL

(also hiii mey i’m meh as well LOL when i typed the first half of this post i was out at the mall and i feel like i embarrassed myself so hard there 😭 embarrassment still lingers and it sucks cuz i love the mall but whatever… I’M SENDING MY ENERGY TO YOU SO COLLEGE CAN GET A LITTLE LESS SUCKY 🫶💓)

[poeticexhalations]

The Day I Realized I Was Poor

The day I realized my family was poor was when I was fourteen years old, and I wanted a new dress for the 8th grade winter formal. I was barely touching the surface of what I thought to be “beautiful”. My hours in the morning were occupied with experimentation to try and achieve perfect beauty; I had recently learned how to apply sloppy mascara, I had dyed my hair a rich shade of black, and I had even started painting my disaster of nails hot pink of all colors. 

The pink never lasted, since I was so invested in soccer and always destroyed my hands, but I kept doing it anyways.

I was always a bit of a “tom boy” up until eighth grade, my mother said. I played with the boys, I learned “boy” things, and I showed little interest in fashion or beauty. This all changed with my first real boyfriend. 

We even held hands once. 

I wanted to be pretty for him. I wanted to be worthy of standing next to him. He was the most popular boy in school, so I had zero idea why he had selected me as his date. Girls flocked to him like flies to honey, but I was the lucky girl who was able to say that he was my “date” to the formal. He asked me rather unofficially; he threw a note at me in science class, and the crumpled lined paper whacked me in the eye.

It was all very romantic.

So I asked my mother if we could go dress shopping. I had tweezed my eyebrows into oblivion for the occasion, painted my toenails to match my fingernails, and even shaved (and skinned) my toothpick legs. The dress was the final piece of the puzzle.

I had this vision in my head that would replicate one of my favorite scenes from a childhood movie that I watched on repeat: A Cinderella Story. 

In this movie, Lizzie McQuire walks down the stairwell at the high school dance, the sea parts for her, the lights shine on her, and all boys–even the ones that made fun of her–wanted to kiss her. All the girls wanted to be her.

And considering I was teased a lot in school, I wanted this moment.

I wanted to shed my ugly-duckling feathers and turn into a beautiful swan. 

Only the perfect dress would do.

We made many stops at the mall, but I barely noticed my mother wince at the price of the dresses. I’d try on dress after dress at Sears, looking specifically in the clearance section, but she’d always tell me, “Let’s keep looking.” 

My heart was broken twice that day, because for the first time in a long time, I had felt pretty in some of those gowns. They accentuated my twig-like body and made me look feminine, not invisible. And I couldn’t have them. 

The second time my heart broke was when I realized how desperately my mother wanted to give this to me and couldn’t. As an adult writing this down, I can’t imagine the pain that must have cost her, and I ache for her. 

I should have picked up on our poverty sooner, but I had the rose-tinted glasses on. I didn’t realize how odd it was to not have working electricity in the kitchen. I didn’t understand how uncommon holes in the roof were. I didn’t know it was strange to eat ramen as much as we did.

My mother did her best, and I loved her for it. Isn’t that a parent’s job, to provide children with everything they long for? I was rich in other ways. I may not have had the makeup or shoes or phones of my peers, but I had treasure with her. I had her unconditional love, her undying affection, and her deep understanding regardless of what poor choices I made. We grew up on food stamps, walks instead of drives, holes in my shoes, and hand-me-down clothing.

I was poor, definitely, but I was the richest kid in every room I walked in.

Because I had my brother and my mother.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 3 Match 3

propaganda below the cut! (wall of text warning)

Björk:

"sooo pretty"

"Björk looks like her music sounds. Out of this world and beautiful"

"she's like the chipmunk who visits my window"

"She is mjother. She has the range, the versatility to serve any and every kind of beautiful you could ever want. She went from cute art pop girly to icy electronic queen in the span of a few years. She served cunt while dealing with the fallout of divorce. And then immediately pivoted to ethereality and fairies. An icon. Oh also, all of Vespertine exists. Need I say more?"

"She IS grateful grapefruit. No one is doing it like Björk she's so one of a kind and insane and very beautiful and everyone should vote for her. A vote for Björk is a vote for Icelandics everywhere!!!!!!!"

"Björk's voice had such a beautiful clarity and delicate chastity that has infused some of the loveliest songs to ever be written. She is an angel that came down from the Heavens to bless us all with her talent, her mind and her grace. Vespertine, with the most elegantly crafted songs of Pagan Poetry, Cocoon, It's Not Up To You and every other majestic opus on the album stands as the most mystical, tragic, and sensual exploration of love and the core of us that makes us human, our souls. And my second favourite album only to In Rainbows. And all her other albums are great too. Just Google I Love To Love by Björk which is a cover but still shows you that she was the most talented sweetheart ever, even at 6 years old. She is my fire, the one desire. I quoted Backstreet Boys, that should tell you how dedicated I am to this cause. If that still doesn't persuade you however, I'll have you know that Justine Frischmann burned my house to the ground, frequently urinates on my lawn, abducted my mom, pushed my grandmother down a flight of stairs on her trip to Manchester and chopped my dad's "you know what" off to use as a heirloom for her house. She is a nasty and crazy woman. Vote Björk, our Icelandic queen."

"bjork is sexy in a mind-expanding way. she would [redacted] and then teach u how to build a computer. my partner says she makes music for autistic people to have sex to. also history ot touches ??????? hello????"

"Have you seen the swan dress? She's an icon and she is the moment"

"swan dress. need i say more"

(the dress in question)

Dave Grohl:

"Dave grohl. Where do I begin? THIS MAN IS GOD. I WANT HIM TO STRANGLE ME WITH THOSE GIANT TATTOOED ARMS AND STEP ON MY SPINE. I'M NOT KIDDING"

"multiple things to do to/with dave grohl (all affectionately) : 1.) shrink him, hold him in my hands and study him 2.) put him in a washing machine and watch him spin 3.) talk to him for hours on end 4.) wash his hair 5.) ask him about his hair routine 6.) give him a little forehead kiss 7.) bbq with him"

"HOW could anyone NOT pick 90s Dave? He was SOOO beautiful 😫😫 Especially in Nirvana,come ON"

"I mean- just look at the man. If I ever saw him in real life I think I'd unexplainably combust on the spot. I'd sell my grandfather at a garage sale for him."

[0nlyn3l]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

It was now the beloved holiday of Christmas and even though the snow fell violently outside, covering all in its path the population of forks still loved the day when Jesus was born.

Y/n sat in her dimly lit room, snuggled under a mount of fluffy blankets with her oldest version of ‘Little women’ in her hand.

Even though Charlie wanted to open their presents as soon as the clock struck midnight, y/n protested and insisted they wait until six am.

However, the girl was given the freight of her life when the ping and white vintage alarm rang on her bedside table and in an instant, her door swung open and her older brother practically flew into her room and onto her bed, laying al his body weight on top of her.

“Charles, actually piss off. You’re gonna put me in a bad mood”

When he didn’t move, she attempted to push him; only failing miserably at the pathetic attempt because even though she had superhuman strength, her brother was still stronger.

“Charles Edmond Mathew y/l/n, Piss off of me!” She shouted angrily as he got up weakly; his uncontrollable laughing taking over him.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room where their decorated tree sat with a couple presents under their tree.

They both sat down like little children with their legs crossed and facing eachother as Charlie grabbed a present and handed it to his baby sister.

“Okay, open mine first” he told her eagerly as she giggled and started to unwrap the pink ribbon.

“Rip it open”

“No Charles, I don’t want to ruin it”

After a good minute she managed to end Charlie’s misery and open the wrapper, revealing a picture frame and an envelope.

She picked up the picture as it revealed their first day of high school in 1958.

Like always, they joined in the first day of senior year, claiming to be two eighteen year olds.

Y/n’s hair was cut into a Bob and had been straightened and rolled as she styled a side part.

She wore a coral and white dress which matched her platform coral heels and made her brown eyes pop.

She was stood next to a grinning Charles, his arm over her shoulders as he held a peace sign.

Y/n shedded a tear as she remembered this day like the back of her hand.

Since segregation was still around and even though Charles and y/n were just as white as they were black, they were forced to be put with the ‘colored people’.

It was their first day and the only fair skinned person who showed them kindness was Laura.

She was a gorgeous, petite woman with dark hair, dark eyes and an infectious smile.

She noticed the siblings struggling to take the picture with the camera and offered to take it for them knowing full well that she could’ve gotten in trouble.

Luckily no teachers noticed and the worse they got was dirty stares.

From then onwards the siblings and the girl got on very well and when school had ended and Charles and y/n had to move, that was the hardest goodbye that they faced as y/n had a new best friend and Charles had met a girl he loved.

Brought back to reality, y/n reached over to her brother, hugging him tight.

“Oh Charles, thank you”

He hugged her back as he kissed her cheek.

“you’re welcome baby sis, check the envelope though”

She went back to her position, grabbing the envelope and opening it quicker than the last gift, revealing two plane tickets to Norway.

“No flipping way, thank you!” She squealed kissing his cheek repeatedly.

~

The gifts were now finished being opened and the two siblings had freshened up; now entering their car to get on their way to the Swan residence.

I’m the past couple days, y/n and Charlie swan had developed a flirty friendship with lingering hugs and a a couple touches on the arm or waist here and there when talking.

One of the days when they had a drink together, Bella walked into the house and got a long with y/n more than anyone could expect.

They came to the conclusion for y/n to come over on Christmas Day for a little visit.

And as agreed, the siblings made their way to the house as Charlie drove, singing along to Christmas songs and y/n stared out of the front window.

When they had finally arrived at the swan house, they were welcomed in by Bella as she led them to the living room saying that her dad would be down in a minute.

“So tell us Bells, have you gotten anything nice for Christmas so far?” Charles asked his student as teacher mode took over him.

“Ugh, yeah, a couple of things here and there”

The silence was slightly awkward and y/n just stared at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

“Hey guys” Cheif swan told them as y/n walked over to him to give him a hug.

She couldn’t help but notice his hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed it.

“What’s good Charlie”

“Hey Charlie” the guys said as they dapped eachother up.

They all sat down around the crackling fire before Charlie swan asked them what drinks they’d like.

Y/n looked at her brother suggestively before requesting whiskey; Charles nodding in agreement.

Charlie made his way to his wooden cabinet, pulling out his eldest and most expensive bottle of Jack Daniel’s in attempt of impressing the curly haired woman sat next to his teenage daughter.

~

Throughout the entire evening at the swan residence, y/n couldn’t help but notice the Police chief’s horrible attempts at flirting, but she also couldn’t help returning those flirtatious words and lingering touches.

And before everyone realised, so much time had passed that nobody apart from y/n noticed Bella sneak out to go see Edward.

Or that’s what y/n assumed.

Y/n was sat with her legs over Charlie’s as she noticed Bella drop her backpack on the floor and once they made eye contact, Bella made a pleading face as she brought her finger up to her lips; y/n nodding in return.

That was about 2 hours ago, and now y/n and Charlie were tired of pretending to be drunk and wanted to go home.

Charlie lifted up his left wrist, glancing at his watch, reading 23:03.

“Hey guys, I think it’s time to go” he announced before getting up as his sister and her ‘situationship’ followed suit.

When they got to the doorway, Charles was too busy tying his shoes so Charlie saw that as an opportunity to pull y/n to a more private corner.

He pulled out a cardboard box with a red ribbon on it while holding eye contact.

“This is for you, merry Christmas y/n. I was also wondering if maybe y-you’d like to go out on a date with me sometime?” He asked as he handed her the box and scratched the nape of his neck nervously.

Y/n grinned at his vulnerable demeanour and opened the box carefully, revealing a beige dream catcher.

Her eyes widened in wonder as she imagined it dangling on her car mirror during her and her brother’s next move.

“I know it’s not the best, I even had to get Harry Clearwater to help me with it since m’not that crafty at all” he chuckled at his own words.

Y/n reached up and kissed his cheek tenderly.

“Thank you Charlie, I really appreciate it”

She told him with a smile. She then moved towards his ear and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“And yes, I’d love to go out with you on a date sometime”

~

Due to some road complications with the snow, the drive home for the siblings lasted longer than they had wished it did, taking 30 minutes instead of the usual 10.

As Charles pulled up to their driveway, Y/n got out of her brother’s car as quickly as possible, making her way to the doorstep and going straight to her bedroom to shower and put on her pyjamas.

~

It was now 1:00am and y/n was sat in her original position: ‘little women’ in her hand and a variety of pillows and blankets layered over her when out of nowhere, she heard a knock on her window.

She glanced at the window, being met with Carlisle hanging over the edge of the windowsill.

She opened it up as he climbed in, closing it straight after.

“Charlie Swan, how pathetic y/n” he stated.

She noticed a box in his hand but payed no mind.

“Hey y/n. How are you y/n? Merry Christmas y/n” sarcasm was written all over her face.

He paced furiously towards her, causing the girl to move back nervously as she was cornered in her bedroom.

“I waited hours for you and no show, only to find out from my son’s girlfriend that you were having a great time in Charlie Swans house doing who-knows-what”

He said angrily as she pulled out the ‘gift’ in his hand.

With curiosity, she picked it up, unwrapping it slowly.

She was met with a portrait.

Not just any portrait.

The summer of 1741.

She was ten years old and her it was the first y/l/n family portrait since she was an infant.

Charlie wore his finest suit of greens and blues and y/n wore her pink dress with a gorgeous ribbon draped across it as she stood behind her father, sat in his chair; their mother next to him and Charlie behind.

Her curls were pulled into a low half up half down with a pink ribbon tied around as she grinned cheekily as the artist painted them.

She remembered the warning look that her father gave her 13 year old brother when he started complaining of his leg hurting.

After her and Charlie changed and left london, she thought she had lost that portrait forever.

Now that it lay in her manicured hand, she nearly shed a tear as she looked up at Carlisle; a Samuel plastered on his face.

“Thank you Car. Really this means so much to me”

His eyes glanced at her lips before he started to lean down.

She was ready to give in but out of nowhere, he pulled himself back, clearing his throat.

“Merry Christmas y/n/n” he said and disappeared in a flash.

~

As y/n lay in her bed, her focus was on the two items next to eachother on her wall.

Gifted from her two lovers.

[l0svers]

bridgerton pt 1 watch:

pen’s new dresses are SO pretty, can’t believe they did her so dirty the other seasons

they really said rights for men who eat

i was so proud of cressida for not spilling the tea about pen

also she mic dropped when she told eloise to get a looking glass

the dutch angle when everyone is gossiping is SO GOOD

they always get freaky in the garden

me: oh this is a dream

me: OH MY GOD ITS *HIS* DREAM

the lens blur on the edges when he wakes up is !!!!

collin acting all silly at breakfast has me giggling

i was rlly not vibing with collin x penelope cause they decided to make him a player but i’m more pleased now that’s he’s all silly n stupid over her

also hyacinth thinking collin is a nice guy for helping pen is so cute

benedict said 🤨 when collin said he didn’t dream

her ribbon side swept hairstyle is gorgeous!

stooopppp why is little vegetarian nature guy so cute

collin after seeing pen lick sugar off her finger: “that should be me holding your hand, that should be me…”

I love birds — lol me too pen me too

why did they decide that everyone and their mother (literally) needed a love interest this season??

mama bridgerton was like ugh collin i see you

he looks like he’s about to straight up kiss her

spit it out!!! please!!!

cressida feels like she’s from the capital from the hunger games

also their house is such a drab sad dark color woof

this is a heated race of debling vs collin

stop the queens hair with the moving swans??!! insane!!

also the dancers!! the purple dress is gorg and also stop taking the camera off of them it’s so pretty

HE STOPPED THEIR DANCE :0

stop the callback when cressida says the bridgerton live across from the featheringtons and debling realizes that’s why it was her favorite view

debling is the sweetest man ever like they had no right making me like him so much — i hope he marries someone good even if he does want a practical match

pen called out her mother! yes girl!

awww kilmartin got francesca the music rearranged stopp that’s so cute

and now mama bridgerton can see she’s finding love

admit it collin come on! spit it out!

oh he said it…

getting scandalous in the carriage 🫢

ok this goes on for longer than necessary imo

“can the carriage driver not keep on driving?” based lol

stop “are you going to marry me or not?!”

and now i have to wait 2 weeks to see the rest :/