#Seriously please someone tell me what colour her eyes are

[mx-giraffe]

Just a lil sketch of Velvet from Trolls 3

I may or may not have a new hyperfixation

Also someone tell me if her eyes are blue or purple 😭😭 And also her earrings, I know they're supposed to be purple and... piiiink? And her eyes are supposed to be blue, but unfortunately I'm colourblind hahah

[enwoso]

START AN ARGUMENT || alessia russo

this is my first time writing in a really long time so if there are any mistakes i apologise! but if you have any questions or requests please send them!

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"lessi c'mere now, please!" you say as she walks into the kitchen, clad in a long oversized white t-shirt and shorts her hair still wet signalling that she had just gotten out of the shower.

a look of suspicion on her face at you stood in front of your phone. "what are you up to?" she giggled coming near to your phone which was propped up against your heart shaped mug which you had made at a pottery date with the blonde a few months ago. the blonde stopping at the corner of the kitchen counter, eyes narrowed as the mischievous look on your face.

"no c’mere" you repeat pulling her arm into the frame of the camera. "i want to start an argument." you say, letting go of the blondes arm and folding your arms to cover your check as your voice was laced with seriousness.

"why?" the blonde asks her eyes narrowing, not being able to tell if you were being serious or if this was part of the reason why you were recording. "is this another one of your silly tiktok things?" she asked but you pretended you hadn't heard her ask the question.

you cleared you voice, picking up the piece of paper which you had written your questions down on. "alessia russo, if i, your girlfriend - ran away would you get with someone else?" you ask, an element of shock appearing on alessia's face. she wasn't sure what you were going to ask but that definitely wasn't on her list of things.

"no never, i love you" she says with a smile thinking she's got the answer right. "what would you do?" you ask, still with a straight face.

"i would be single and lonely and become a mum to your many jelly cats" alessia says again with a slight smile, looking at the camera which is recording the whole moment.

"incorrect." you say bluntly.

"what, so i would be with someone else?"

"no. if i ran away you would come and find me and you would not stop until you had found me, got it?" you say as if that was the most obvious answer she could have said.

"oh, loud and clear!" the blonde says breaking into another fit of laughter not being able to take this whole serious persona you had adopted the past few minutes.

"if you were blindfolded, and had to kiss 50 women including me. would you guess it was me and if so, how?" you say reading of the peice of paper before giving your girlfriend a deep stare.

"of course i would be able to tell which is you, cause you always poke your tongue-" alessia began but didn't have a chance to finish as you cut her off.

"incorrect!"

"why!"

"you shouldn't want to kiss fifty other women to guess which one is me!" you say, shaking your head in false disapproval. "why would you want to kiss 49 other women?"

"i wouldn't!" alessia says in a pleading tone, as she drags her hands down her face in frustration.

"good, now next one, who is always right in this relationship?" you say knowing exactly what she's going to say which is the furthest from the truth.

"right, okay let's be fair-" alessia begins as you side eye her your eyebrows raising a little, "who is always right in this relationship" you repeat the question emphasis on the word right.

"me"

"incorrect!"

alessia begins to laugh as she knows that's wasn't the correct answer, "that's so incorrect." you say still in your total seriousness persona. "i know, but i never get to be right" the blonde adds with a pout.

"again, incorrect!"

"ok, do you prefer my hair natural or with blonde highlights?" you say looking at alessia who's looking at your hair which at the moment is your full natural colour.

"with blonde" alessia says knowing how much you do love it when it comes to getting your hair done.

"incorrect!"

"nah, now your just lying to wind me up!“

"no, you should prefer me no matter what" you say as she lets out a loud groan, "i don't like when your being all serious, can my big softie come back?"

"i can't cope with these questions"

"i can't believe your getting these so wrong!"

"i can't win.”

"would you kiss someone for £10 million, that wasn't me?" you say looking alessia in the eye as she does back to you. "no!" there being a slight pause after she said her answer, the blonde being done with your game you were playing wanting it to be over now cause it was beginning to mess with her head.

"incorrect!"

"what so i would!" she says confused as to why you've said it was incorrect, "yeah!" you said as if it was again the most obvious answer she could have said.

"you just told me i can't kiss 49 other women!" she argued back as you were now beginning to try not to break your straight face.

"i never said you had to kiss them on the lips, could of kissed them on the finger!" you protested as she shook her head mumbling how she doesn't like this silly game you've come up with.

"you've just lost us ten million! you know how many jelly cats i could of had with that." you frown.

"terribly sorry, i'll buy you the jelly cat instead"

"last one, this is the make or break one, if you went to the shop and i said i didn't want anything would you still bring me something back?" you said placing the sheet of paper on the kitchen counter next to your phone which as still recording the whole moment.

"no, cause you just eat what's mine anyway and then not eat what i brought you back, so it wouldn't matter"

"incorrect"

"you should always bring me something back even if i say i don't want anything!" you say a smile beginning to crack on your face.

"got it! note to self always bring you food" alessia says tapping her head as if that was going to help her remember that specific piece of information.

"yes!"

"or drinks"

"yes or flowers!"

"got it!" alessia says bringing you into a bear hug and attacking you with sloppy kisses. "lessi get off me!" you giggle as she carry's on holding onto you as your stood with your back to the counter as she holds you against it, you leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

"incorrect baby, try again!” alessia says a smirk rising on her face. you shake your head at copying your act you had just been doing and lean up to kiss her on the lips as she sighs and smiles into it.

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yourusername just been told i have too many jelly cats.. honestly have never heard something so ridiculous in my life!

comments -

alessia baby it’s getting to the point where i can’t get in bed at night because of them all😐

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-> yourusername well i cant sleep with one and not the others. they have feelings too you know!

kyracooneyx omg have you seen the new ones that have just released!

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-> alessia please don’t encourage her you pest!

-> yourusername i know! there being delivered next week!

[angelicameron]

R.C / HEADCANNONS

pairings: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

summary: what it would be like to date THE Rafe Cameron.

a/n: first ever written work so sorry if it isn’t great! please give me feedback of what i could do better in the future. also sarah and rafe are actually quite close in this.

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, sorry if there’s errors. a bit of nsfw at the end. mentions of fighting and implied towards death but only for a little bit and not at all descriptive. let me know if there should be any others!

SFW:

- he would spoil you so much.

- he sees your shein wishlist? he’s buying it all.

- you grab a shirt to look at it when shopping with him? he’s grabbing it in your size and even checking for it in other colours.

- you could even so much as be glancing around a shop and your eyes linger a little too long on one item and he’s getting it for you.

- even when you tell him you feel bad having him spend this much money on you he’ll just laugh and say “my sweet girl deserves everything.”

- he’d drop everything for you if you needed him.

- you call him crying? he could be in the middle of an important deal and he’s leaving to come get you.

- he’d fight, and probably kill, for you.

- if a guys getting a little too close at a party and making you uncomfortable Rafe is there immediately.

- he’d pull the guy away from you and just start laying punches after punches into his face until someone just drags the other guy out of the party so it doesn’t get too out of hands.

- then he’d hug you and leave kisses on your forehead while asking if you wanna leave.

- you’d always be at his house.

- which means you’d see Wheezie a lot and she loves you and is always asking you to do things with her.

- it kind of annoys Rafe because he wants to spend every second with you and Wheezie’s ruining that.

- but he also finds it really sweet.

- you’d also be best friends with Sarah.

- as soon as her brother announced he actually is with someone and not just having flings with anyone and everyone she was so excited.

- Sarah knew you had to be amazing to make her brother settle down.

- and you and her got along instantly.

- he’d actually be very affectionate.

- always having his hands on you in one way or another.

- also because he’s very jealous he’d need everyone to know you’re his and his only.

- but he’d always reassure you, especially when overthinking.

- you’d catch him staring at you and you’d ask why, thinking maybe you have something on your face or you look bad but he’d just say, “can’t i look at my gorgeous girlfriend?”

- someone would make a comment about you two saying they’re surprised someone like you could pull someone like Rafe and he’d be furious.

- he’d deal with them and then immediately pick you up and you guys would be leaving.

- as soon as you two were alone he’d reassure you by saying something like “you’re perfect baby, they’re just jealous they don’t have what we have.”



NSFW:

- as mentioned earlier, he gets very jealous.

- and he gets jealous easily.

- so if he sees a guy checking you out while you’re in public he grabs you and puts his hands on your ass while making out with you so the boy knows your Rafe’s.

- he’d then take you home to remind you you’re his.

- or even just in the car if he really couldn’t wait.

- “you’re mine. you know that right?”

- “say it baby, say you’re only mine.”

- knowing damn well you couldn’t talk when he was thrusting into you like that.

- but you had to try anyway for him.

- he’d be big on hickeys.

- he’d like marking you so everyone knows, you are his, and he’d love when you do the same.

- if you still had your v card he’d make sure to be really nice and gentle the first few times and slowly start getting tougher and introducing you to new things.

- always down for a quickie, it doesn’t matter where you are.

- he’d seriously just love you unconditionally and everyone knows he’s whipped for you.

[grahstumhurts]

2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

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The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-” 

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out” 

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,” 

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her. 

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.” 

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind. 

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.” 

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her. 

“Are you free this week to meet up?” 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg. 

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily. 

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment. 

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.” 

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow. 

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.” 

-

“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look. 

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?” 

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us, 

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly. 

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn” 

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?” 

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen. 

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt, 

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts. 

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together. 

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

[ducktoo]

Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]

33. Renov-log

Note: Jeez, we’re close to the end now…

Masterlist here

After months of touring, recording, and relentless promotion, the girls of aespa finally had some downtime. Considering that Whiplash would be their last release of this year and their world tour success, they managed to snag a good break.

To be exact, 2 weeks.

Naturally, they decided it was time for a major change:

Renovating their dorm.

Of course, Y/n, who had barely recovered from the last leg of their tour, suddenly found himself roped into this mess once again. Because despite having muscles on their own, they just want to hang out with him more.

-

It all started innocently enough. The girls were gathered in the living room, flipping through catalogs, each with vastly different ideas on what their “new space” should look like. Y/n sat at the head of the table, already feeling a headache forming.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Y/n asked, glancing from one girl to the next, noting their determined expressions.

“Yup,” Karina said, not even looking up as she circled a bright red couch in a magazine. “We’re over this old setup. It’s time for something new.”

Winter chimed in with a deadpan tone, her face buried behind her phone. “I’ve been staring at that peeling wallpaper for two years. It’s haunting my dreams at this point.”

“Ok, you should’ve told me that earlier, Jeong.” Y/n sighed.

Ningning grinned, bouncing in her seat. “We need more colour. And a karaoke machine!”

Y/n blinked at that last part. “A karaoke machine? Why?”

“Yep,” Giselle said, casually pointing at the list in front of him. “Right next to the beanbags and mini-fridge. Oh, and let’s not forget, we want a cozy reading nook by the window.”

Y/n rubbed his temples. “This is getting out of hand…I don’t study architecture here.”

Winter strolled in, looking like she’d just had the most brilliant idea. “We should film a vlog about the whole renovation process. You know, a ‘Day in the Life’ kind of thing. It’ll be hilarious watching Y/n try to maintain some level of sanity.”

Y/n’s head snapped up. “Wait, what now?”

Karina and Ningning shared a glance, their mischievous grins widening.

“We’re doing it,” Winter declared. “Vlog day tomorrow.”

-

The next day, the real madness began. Furniture deliveries were scheduled, paint samples were splattered across walls, and half the dorm was covered in dust as the renovation began. But to make things worse, Giselle, true to her word, pulled out her camera, ready to document the entire thing for their channel.

“Alright guys, welcome to today's 'Reno-vlog'!’” Giselle announced with far too much enthusiasm. “We’re going to make this place look brand new, with the help of our lovely manager, Y/n!”

Y/n appeared in the background, balancing a stack of paint cans. “I didn’t sign up for this,” he grumbled, before nearly tripping over an extension cord.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Karina laughed, zooming the camera in on his frazzled expression.

“I’m fine,” Y/n muttered, but the slight panic in his eyes said otherwise. “Just… someone please move the cables.”

As the girls split up into teams, the dorm turned into a scene straight out of a comedy show. Giselle and Ningning took charge of painting the living room, while Karina and Winter were busy assembling furniture. Y/n? Well, he was stuck in the middle of it all, trying his best to keep everything under control.

“Giselle! That’s not the right shade of blue!” Y/n yelled from across the room as he glanced at the paint sample. “You picked ‘Ocean Breeze,’ but that looks like ‘Misty Sky!’”

Giselle shrugged, completely unfazed. “Eh, blue is blue. It’ll look fine once it dries.”

“Right… because drying magically changes the colour.” Y/n sighed, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Karina and Winter struggled with an IKEA bookshelf in the corner.

“I’m telling you, this part goes here,” Winter said, holding a screw in one hand and a wooden panel in the other.

Karina looked equally as confused. “Are you sure? It looks upside down.”

“It’s not upside down,” Winter huffed, trying to force the pieces together. “I’ve done this before.”

Y/n watched from the doorway, shaking his head. “I give it five minutes before that thing collapses.”

Sure enough, the bookshelf stood triumphantly for about three minutes before one of the sides gave out, sending the entire structure crashing to the floor. Karina and Winter just stared at it, shocked into silence.

“Told you so.” Y/n deadpanned.

Ningning, however, was quick to pounce. “I got that on camera!” she cackled, pointing her phone at the wreckage.

“Thanks for the moral support, idiot,” Winter grumbled, crossing her arms.

Y/n raised his hands defensively. “Ya, you’re the ones who refused to look at the manual.”

Karina smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s right, Minjeong. We should’ve listened to the professional.”

Winter rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Fine, fine. Y/n wins this round.”

“Of course, one of my various W” The victorious manager patted his shoulder.

-

The painting was no better. The girls had chosen a variety of bright colors, each with a specific vision in mind. But when Ningning knocked over an entire can of ocean-blue paint onto the living room floor, Y/n nearly lost it.

“Yizhuo!” Y/n yelled, staring at the growing puddle of paint. “That was oil-based!”

Ningning winced, backing away. “Oops?”

Y/n sighed, already calculating how many hours it would take to clean that up. “I’m going to need a mop... and therapy after this.”

Giselle, ever the opportunist, swung the camera towards him. “And here we have Y/n, reaching the breaking point of this renovation project.”

The girls snickered, their laughter only growing louder as Y/n tried—and failed—to clean the paint with a completely inadequate rag.

“You know,” Winter teased as she filmed the scene with her phone, “this would make for some quality blackmail footage.”

"Another one?!" Y/n looked up from the floor, narrowing his eyes. “If that video ever sees the light of day, I’m throwing all of your new furniture out the window.”

Winter just shrugged, a sly grin on her face. “Tsk, whatever. But I’m still keeping the footage.”

-

Despite the setbacks, the renovation eventually started to come together. The walls were painted (after several attempts), the furniture was somewhat assembled, and the dorm slowly began to resemble a place they could all live in. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.

Karina gestured to the new couches proudly. “See, Y/n? I told you it would look good.”

Y/n nodded, admiring the final product. “It actually does. You guys did well.”

Ningning, of course, couldn’t let him off the hook that easily. “Don’t forget, we captured your meltdown on camera for the vlog.”

“Yeah, Y/n, you were like this close to pulling your hair out,” Giselle added, laughing.

Y/n rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Great. I’m sure that’ll be the highlight AND the thumbnail of the video.”

-

Later that evening, after the chaos had died down and the renovation halted for the day, Y/n found himself in the kitchen, trying to salvage a snack from the fridge. As he fumbled around, Winter quietly walked in, leaning against the counter with a playful smile.

"Whatcha doing?" she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

"Just... trying to find something edible," Y/n replied, pulling out a carton of milk and sniffing it cautiously. "I'm about to get triggered out there."

Winter chuckled, watching him with an amused expression. "You know, you didn’t do too bad today. Kept your cool, mostly."

Y/n grinned, shaking his head. "Mostly, huh?"

There was a beat of silence between them, and Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. Ever since the "smooch prank," and his permission approved by the other girls, his feelings toward Winter had been... complicated.

He wasn’t sure where they stood or if it even meant anything to her. But he found himself increasingly flustered whenever she was around, her presence lingering in his thoughts.

Winter seemed to pick up on his awkwardness, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in slightly. “What’s with that look? You’re not still mad about the prank, are you?”

Y/n stammered, suddenly unable to find his words. “Uh, no. Not mad. Just... thinking.”

"Thinking about what?" Winter asked, tilting her head with curiosity.

Y/n nearly choked on his words. “Uh... nothing important.”

Winter smirked knowingly. “Sure, nothing important. You’re such a bad liar, Y/n. Just say that you like my kiss.”

…"I-I"

Before Y/n could respond, Karina popped into the kitchen, breaking the tension. “What’s going on in here? Are you two conspiring without us?”

“You want me to?,” Y/n said quickly, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying his nerves.

Karina raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Uh-huh. Well, just make sure we don’t find out you’re plotting a new prank on us, Minjeong.”

Winter flashed an innocent smile. “Who, me? Never.”

Y/n cleared his throat, desperately trying to change the subject. “So, uh, how’s the vlog going?”

Ningning entered the kitchen just in time to answer that. “It’s gold. The fans are going to love it. Especially the part where you nearly passed out from stress.”

-

As the night wore on, and the chaos of the day finally began to settle, Y/n found himself back in the living room, alone for a moment of peace. He sat on one of the new couches, admiring the final result of their hard work.

The dorm wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it had character. And despite the hiccups, it had been fun, even if he wouldn’t admit it to the girls.

Winter suddenly appeared in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled from the day’s work. “Mind if I sit?”

“Of course,” Y/n said, scooting over to make room for her on the couch.

She plopped down beside him, pulling her legs up underneath her. “You look deep in thought.”

Y/n chuckled. “Just thinking about how close I was to explode in front of you all.”

“Aish, your exaggerated too much,” Winter groaned, but with a soft smile on her lips. “But it was fun. I mean, look at what we did.”

Y/n glanced around the room, nodding. “It does look great…surprisingly.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Winter spoke again, her voice quieter this time. “You know, you’ve been pretty amazing through all this, idiot. I don’t think we say it enough.”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Mhm…I’m just doing my job.”

“Still,” Winter said, her eyes meeting his. “We’re lucky to have you.”

Y/n felt his heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. Before he could muster a response, Winter flashed him a soft, genuine smile that made his heart skip another beat. Her sincerity was something he wasn’t used to handling, especially after all the teasing and chaos the group usually stirred up.

“..Since when you look so womanly…,” he finally said, scratching the back of his neck nervously before ruffling her hair.

"Yaaaa" Winter groaned.

“I’m lucky to have you guys too. Especially you, Jeong."

Winter’s smile grew, but the moment quickly turned awkward when Ningning’s voice echoed from down the hallway. “Hey, Y/n-oppa! Jeong-unnie! You better not be do some funny behaviour in there!”

Y/n groaned inwardly, thankful for the interruption but also wishing for just a little more time to figure out how he was feeling. Winter, on the other hand, chuckled softly, standing up from the couch.

“I guess that’s my cue,” she said with a light laugh, giving Y/n one last glance before heading toward the hallway.

“Goodnight, idiot.”

“Goodnight, crybaby” Y/n replied, his mind still whirling with the events of the day.

-

The next morning, the group wasted no time getting back into their usual antics. After the emotional (and slightly awkward) moment between Y/n and Winter, everything seemed to return to normal — well, as normal as life with aespa could be.

Ningning had already started editing the footage from the day before, giggling every time she came across a particularly chaotic scene.

“Y/n, you look like you’re about to combust,” she teased, playing a clip where Y/n was holding a mop, surrounded by spilled paint and half-assembled furniture.

“I WAS about to combust,” Y/n grumbled, sipping his coffee while trying to avoid looking at the screen. “That paint was everywhere.”

Giselle leaned over Ningning’s shoulder, pointing at the screen. “Oh man, this part’s gold. The bookshelf disaster. I still can’t believe Winter and Karina thought they could build that thing without instructions.”

Karina, who had just walked into the room, waved them off. “It was a learning experience.”

Winter, following behind Karina, raised an eyebrow. “A learning experience in failure, maybe.”

The banter continued as they all sat down for breakfast, but Y/n couldn’t help but steal glances at Winter. There was something about the way she carried herself, so casual yet so sincere, that kept him thinking about the night before. And the prank. And the way she had told him they were lucky to have him.

It wasn’t the first time Winter had caught him off guard with her softer side, but it was the first time he’d felt… different about it.

-

After breakfast, they got back to work on the final touches of the dorm renovation. Y/n found himself in the corner of the living room, trying to assemble a coffee table that had more screws than should be legally allowed.

Winter joined him, kneeling beside him as she attempted to help with the assembly. “Need some backup?”

Y/n chuckled. “As long as you’re reading the instruction, sure.”

Winter gave him a playful nudge, grinning. “Ya, I’m a quick learner, trust me.”

They worked in relative silence, but every now and then, their hands brushed as they both reached for the same tool. Y/n could feel the tension building, the air between them thick with the unsaid.

“So,” Winter said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you’ve been a little quiet lately. What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

Y/n hesitated. He wasn’t ready to lay everything on the table, not yet. “Just...wondering what’s after Whiplash and stuff.”

Winter didn’t seem satisfied with his answer but didn’t push further. “Well, we will be alright, but everything is fun now that you’re with us.”

“You said it all the time now.”

“Aish, can’t a lady show her appreciation?” Winter glared, but a giggle followed after.

Y/n’s stomach flipped again. There it was, that sincerity that always caught him off guard. “Thanks, Jeong.”

-

With the renovations nearly complete, the group decided it was time to finish up their “day in the life” vlog. Ningning, as always, took charge of the camera, while the rest of the girls threw themselves into creating as much chaos as possible.

Karina and Giselle staged a fake argument over who got the better new bedroom setup, complete with exaggerated yelling and finger-pointing. Ningning, cackling behind the camera, zoomed in on Y/n’s exasperated face as he tried to mediate the “fight.”

“I’m not a therapist,” Y/n groaned, rubbing his temples. “Can’t we just focus on finishing this?”

Karina crossed her arms, playing up the drama. “No, Y/n! Giselle needs to know I deserve the bigger closet!”

Giselle gasped in mock offense. “Oh, please! I have way more shoes than you do!”

Y/n sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why do I feel like this is going to be the entire vlog?”

Winter, who had been standing off to the side, caught his eye and gave him a small, knowing smile. Despite the chaos, she seemed to find the situation just as amusing as he did.

-

Later that day, after the cameras were off and the renovation was finally—mostly—done, Y/n found himself back in the kitchen, once again trying to find something to eat. Winter quietly entered the room, as she often did, leaning against the counter.

“You're stealing my snack zone at this point” she teased lightly.

Y/n chuckled, pulling out a box of cereal. “Damn right. This is my domain.”

Winter smiled softly, watching him for a moment before speaking. “You’ve been handling everything really well, you know. The renovations, the vlog, the constant chaos.”

Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off. “I’m surprised my hair is still here.”

Winter’s eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before she pushed off the counter and stood a little closer to him. “Ya, You’re doing great, Y/n. You’re... important to us.”

Y/n froze, his heart doing somersaults in his chest. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just nodded, suddenly very interested in pouring cereal into his bowl.

Winter didn’t push further, but as she walked past him to leave the kitchen, her hand brushed his arm, sending a spark of warmth through him. He couldn’t help but watch her retreating figure, his mind racing with thoughts he wasn’t quite ready to confront.

-

That evening, the girls gathered in the living room, excitedly presenting Y/n with a small box wrapped in colorful paper. They had been out earlier that day, under the guise of running errands, but it seemed they had been plotting something else entirely.

“…What’s this?” Y/n asked, holding the box carefully as the girls watched him with expectant smiles.

“A gift,” Karina said, grinning. “For all the hard work you’ve done. Also it’s a bit over 1 year anniversary since you became our manager.”

“Oh.” Y/n widened his eyes. With all the tour planning and nonsense, it slipped his mind that it would’ve been a bit over a year since he first started as Aespa’s manager. Or maybe it was because it wasn’t work but rather just reuniting with his childhood friend and have a fun and inseparable (yet annoying) group.

“I didn’t even realise it has been a year already.” Y/n was awestruck.

“I mean…you did went through a lot. It makes sense you didn’t notice, oppa” Ningning chimed in.

"…I'm not getting fired, am I?"

"Of course not, open it!" Giselle groaned.

Y/n glanced around at them, suspicious but touched. He carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a sleek new watch. It was simple, elegant, and exactly his style.

“Oh sht damn,” Y/n breathed, genuinely surprised. “This is... amazing. Thank you, guys.”

Ningning grinned. “We figured you needed something fancy after all the chaos we put you through this year.”

Winter, who had been standing quietly to the side, stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Y/n’s. “And just so you know, this wasn’t a prank,” she said softly, her voice laced with sincerity. “You really deserve it.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered at her words, and for a moment, he forgot all about the chaos of the day. He was just... happy.

"Just gonna say it…" Giselle smirked. "Minjeong suggested it."

"Aeri-unnie!!!!"

[usernameforaboredcat]

I’ve Got My Eye On You (Law X Blind!DoflamingosDaughter!Reader)

He had wished he had met a girl like her in a different time, a different way, with different people, with more time. More time for her.

Warning: SPOILERS for Laws Backstory

It was early, too early to be awake. The sun was barely up, the sky still a dark colour before it could rise too high. I had opened the door to the library, not hearing a single sound. Getting in some early morning studying before any of my training.

"Hello?".

I shiver as I hear a soft voice. I look around, not seeing anyone. Am I going crazy? "Is someone there?". The voice calls out again. I find the voice, seeing a girl sitting by the window sill. "I can hear your footsteps, please tell me who's there". She says in a scared voice. "Who the hell are you?". I finally ask her. She turns to look at me, confusion in here face. "I don't think I know you, please tell me your name". She requests. "It's...Law". I answer her. She smiles softly at me. "I'm (Y/n), it's nice to meet you". She says happily. "I've heard the adults talk about you, when they think I'm not listening". She tells me. "So, why are you here?". She asks, suddenly changing conversation topic.

"Just some early studying". I answer. "You?". I ask. "This room has the best spot in the house to feel the sunrise". She answers. "Why not just go outside?". I ask. "I'd get lost". She simply answers. 'Seriously, how could she get lost so easily?'. "You see-". She smiles, then waving her hand over her face. "I'm blind!". She says happily. 'Shit'. "I can't go outside by myself or else I'd get lost, and I don't want my daddy to get worried about me". She explains. "Your father?". I ask her. "Yeah, he's the captain". She answers. 'HER FATHER IS DOFLAMINGO!? NO WAY!!'. "Tell me, what do you think of him?". She asks me. "He's my teacher, what else is there for me to say?". I respond. She hums, turning away to face the window. "What do you think about uncle Cora?". She asks. I tsk at her question. "He's a clumsy idiot, he hates kids so why would you care?". I ask her back.

"Come, sit with me". She requests. "The sun will be rising soon, it's nice and warm". She adds. I decide to join her, walking over and taking a seat next to her on the little sofa in front of the window. She moves to lean against the window, resting her arms and chin on the ledge. "It's been a long time since I've seen a sunset, I'm scared I'll eventually forget what they look like". She admits. She turns to face me, I look deep into her eyes. "You're still here, right?". She asks. "Yeah, I'm here". I reassure her. She smiles happily, laying her cheek on her arms. "I'm sorry, I'm just used to people leaving. Since I can't see I don't notice when they leave". She explains. "I don't get why they do that, like I'm not gonna forget that they left but...I never have the courage to bring it up". She adds.

"You said before that you could see, what happened?". I ask her. "I-...". She hums. "I ate a devil fruit that my father gave me". She answers. "He gave me the fruit and I ate it, seconds later I couldn't see a single thing. Asking him 'who turned off the lights? why is it so dark?' and he figured it out, explaining that I had lost my vision. With eating a fruit you loose the ability to swim, I lost that and my vision. That was 2 years ago, I was only 5". She explained. 'So she's only 7'. "So what's your power then?". I ask. "Funnily enough it's called the Vision Vision Fruit, I can see visions of the future when I touch someone skin to skin. Daddy doesn't let me touch anyone, he doesn't let me see anyone's future other than his". She explains. She turns away, resting her head to look out the window again. She smiles softly as the sun finally rises high enough to shine through the window, enjoying the warmth.

"We should chat like this every morning, it's nice to finally talk to someone".

~

And that's what I did. I met with her every morning and we'd chat, she mainly talked to me and I would listen. I could never tell her about my little remaining time left, or let her touch me so she'd know. I couldn't tell her or let her see my death, I couldn't do that to her. Despite her disability, she was always too happy and positive for her own good. My three years are almost up, I feel guilty to leave her but there isn't much I can do.

I walk into the library, walking straight over to where (Y/n) usually sits. I walk over, smiling softly when I see her. She's sitting in a fetal position, smiling with her head tilted to the side slightly. 'Damn she's pretty'. "(Y/n)". I call, she sits up and faces towards me. "Law! You made it! I was worried for a minute that you where still asleep and I'd have to wait for knows how long". She giggles. 'God she's cute'. "I could never, you know that". I tell her, walking over to sit next to her. As if feeling my body heat, she leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. "I know I know, but I never know you might just be tired and need a little more sleep. You do study and train a lot, you're allowed to rest". She tells me. A hot, wet drop hits my shoulder, my eyes widen. 'SHIT! SHE'S TOUCHING ME!'. I push her off, seeing her looking at me crying. "Law...". She whimpers out.

Her tears continue to roll down her face, her eyes wide. "Yeah...I know". I admit. "I know I don't have long left, I didn't want to tell you". I sigh. "Law". Sher whimpers get louder. "I don't...I don't want you to leave me". She cries. "WAAAAAAAAHAHAAAA!". She cries out loudly, sobbing. I don't know what to do, all I can do is watch her. Let her cry, let her get out all her feelings and emotions.

BAM!

The door to the library opens, I look over to see Corazon standing in the doorway. The loud noise makes (Y/n) jump, the loud noise scaring her and making her cry more. He walks over to us, looking down at us. I scowl up at him. 'Go away! She doesn't need you right now!'. He kneels down, placing his hand on (Y/n)'s back. She sniffles, feeling the hand on her back and turning to look up. "Uncle Cora?". She asks, he gives her a simple soft pat to confirm. "Uncle Cora *sniffle* please *sniffle sniffle* please save Law! I don't want him to die". She begs him, reaching up to clench his shirt sleeve as she starts to bawl again. He looks over to me, I glare back up at him. Suddenly, he grabs me by the shirt and scoops (Y/n) up into his arms. "Hey! Put me down!". I snap at him. "Shut it Law!". (Y/n) snaps, my eyes widening at the first time she's ever yelled at me. "Uncle Cora is gonna fix you, and you'll be all better, and we'll be together forever!". She cries. I huff, rolling my eyes and cross my arms.

~

A lot had happened.

Shortly after leaving the house, (Y/n) fell asleep comfortably in Corazons arm, sleeping against his chest. He had taken me hospital to hospital, trying his hardest to find someone that could help me. Fail after fail, he kept trying his hardest to find someone. Why was he trying so hard anyway? Because he secretly cared about me? Or because his niece begged him to while balling her eyes out. Her and I stayed by his side for a while now, (Y/n) not leaving his side and I not leaving hers. He was...nice. No wonder (Y/n) seemed annoyed by my answer from years ago. It felt nice, the three of us together happily

Until that day in the snow.

His smile printed into my brain, (Y/n)'s cries ringing in my ears. She tried her hardest to bang her way through the chest, screaming and crying. I knew what she needed, she needed Cora-san to place his hand on her head and tell her that everything was going to be okay. She needed protection. She needed comfort. Nothing I could give her. All I could do was take her hand in mine, she turned to me with shock in her eyes. I know she saw something in my future, I don't know what. But I didn't want to know. I didn't care. She jumped at me, clinging me as she balled her eyes out. All I could do was hold her, be strong for her when all I wanted to do was scream and cry.

After sometime, she fell asleep in my arms. Tears running down my cheek as I hold her close, clinging to her warmth. The chest we where in had shaken and we where taken to who knows where. I slid her out my arms, peaking out the chest to see we've moved. I shake her awake, seeing her red puffy eyes. "Law?". She hums. "We need to leave, we can escape and never have to deal with this again". I tell her. "Law...I'm scared". She whimpers out. "We have to go, or we'll die". I tell her. 'I'd die, you'd have your dad hovering over you for the rest of your life'. "We'll be fine, I promise". I promise her. She nods.

I grab her hand, she clenches my hand tightly as I take her out the chest. A sudden jolt on my arm makes my eyes widen, turning around to see a familiar tall man standing over us, his arm on (Y/n)'s upper arm. "There you are sweetheart, where do you think you're going?". Doflamingo, he asks his daughter. "LET HER GO!". I snap at him. I try to pull her away from him as hard as I can, but she lets go. "Run!". She cries. "Please! Go!". I break out into a sprint, running for my life. "RUN ALL YOU WANT KID! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!". Doflamingo yells. "LAW! SURVIVLE! LIVE! LAAAAAAAAW!".

~

I jolt up out of bed, trying to catch my breath as sweat covers my body. 'That dream again'. I sigh, running a hand through my damp hair. "Captain!". I hear through the other side of my private living quarters door. "We'll be arriving at Dressrosa soon". Penguin tells me through the door. 'It's been 16 years, I need a break'.

~

The city is as loud and filled as I expected, I'd rather just go back to my study or dealing with whatever Luffy thinks about dragging me into again. But, my body freezes, my eyes widen, my blood runs cold. Those eyes, that hair, that damn smile. A young woman stands at a bakery stall, making an order. Her covered body in a turtle neck long skirted dress with gloved, a cane in one hand. 'No way, it has to be'. I watch as she reaches into her bag, seemingly struggling to find her berries. I walk over, placing the berries she needs on the little counter. "I'll take care of it". I tell the baker, he nods and takes the money.

(Y/n) looks up at me with a worried upset look. "Oh no no it's fine, I can pay for it myself". She tells me in an upset tone, waving her hands in defense. "Saves you from struggling to find the right amount of money". I tell her. She smiles softly, giggling. "Well aren't you sweet then! Thank you so much, Mr...uh...". She trails off. I don't blame her from not knowing my voice, my voice hasn't exactly stayed the same over the past 16 years. Speaking of, puberty did her amazingly. Back when she was 7 she was adorable and sweet, now she's absolutely gorgeous and stunning. She'd be what? 23 now?

"Law...Mr.Law".

Her eyes widen at my words, her lips quivering. "Law? As in-". "Trafalgar D. Water Law?". I ask. Her hands cover her mouth, tears building up in her eyes as she looks at me. Well, looks at my chest. "Eyes up a bit, I'm not as short as I used to be". I tell her, a soft smile. She tilts her head up, looking me dead in the eyes. "Sorry it took so long to see you again, I'm sure you thought I was dead". I apologize to her. Her hands leave from her mouth to sit on her chest, smiling brightly. "Not for a second, I knew you would come back". She tells me. "That day, the last day I saw you. When you touched my hand, I saw you in the future, you'd made friends, you're happy". She explains, her hand touching my arm and sliding down to taking her glove hand in mine. "I saw you, you had grown up so much". She giggles. "And quite the looker, I was very exited to SEE you again". She states playfully, causing me to chuckle.

It has been so long since I've seen her and been with her, it felt like a nostalgic breath of fresh air. She takes her hands away from my, taking her gloves off and tucking them away to take my hand back in hers. "Your hands are so big and warm, I wish to hold them forever". She hums to herself, lacing her fingers in mine. Her skin felt so soft and silky, like a cloud. She hums and smiles to herself, closing her eyes. I know she sees something with me, and it makes her happy. "And from what I can see, my wish will be filled". She says happily.

"But first, tell me about that silly black haired guy! The stretchy one!".

"I'd rather talk to you about anything else".

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIES

["Trust me, Lib," I said, picturing her lips. "In a crowd of million ski masks, I'd still be able to find you."]

| ✮ 3 stars |

ᝰ.ᐟ ⊹ arc review thank you to netgalley + simon and schuster for providing me with an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [minor spoilers]

ok. i put this review off for a couple days cause i knew this was gonna be harder to write because i love lynn painter books, really. buuttt i was horribly disappointed with this one. i'm the biggest wesliz fan but... like yeah i cant even form coherent thoughts about it. like this was unnecessary there was no point in shattering their relationship to write this.

like it was good to see wes's pov and everything but it felt so... idk yeah. (see im still struggling so bad to find words.)

one thing i would formally like to invite lynn to STOP doing though is shoving every taylor/ pop culture reference on the planet into the book. like holy shit woman. i few is okay BUT NOT THAT MANY COME ON!!!! they were in the middle of a fucking argument and wes is quoting illicit affairs or some bullshit. usually i love finding little references on page but this felt like too much.

i feel like she's whipped out her computer and gone straight to some dog fanpage or just plainly scrolled through edits seeing people saying "this song is so wesliz coded" and shoved those songs into the book. there is an on page reference to in between reference saying its their montage song.

also um this shit: ”little liz can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh. because she’s dead.” and somehow when jack antonoff was randomly brought up??? like some people are good at weaving taylor swift lyrics into books. lynn you are not.

also lynn take this a plea to never use the word "growl" or "growled" in a sentence ever again when describing your male characters. and to never write this sentence “she’s one of the guys you know? she’s just… different,” EVER AGAIN. PLEASE.

WHAT I DID LIKE THO WAS THE TINY TINY CRUMBS OF BAILEYCHARLIE AND NICKEMELIE (even tho nick was only mentioned and i dont think emelie was even there but eh)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

liz - ok so weirdly enough she was the most tolerable and still intolerable at the same time. like she was so different from the liz in bttm the sunshiney, wearing dresses of all different colours and her love of romcoms. she was described as anti-love and was practically a full on different character seriously. if you liked the first book maybe dont have high expectations for nltm. like i do understand she had her heart broken and so obviously that makes sense for some of the change but it had been two years and as liz likes to say SO FUCKING MUCH "she's moved on, she's moved past it, its in the past" well for someone who's moved on you sure like to avoid the past a lot. also idk who tf she was trying to fool with that whole "i don't like wes, im over him." shit like gurl- you were literally kissing 2.5 seconds ago whats with the switching sides. and there was SO much about her leaving "little liz" behind. like what was so wrong with liking flowers and romcoms? and being a hopeless romantic and wearing bright colours?

wes - okay so it was quiet heartbreaking to hear abt wes's side of this book (except for the whole pursuing liz part) and i did feel sorry for him. but like what happened to the sweet, caring wes in the first book. and tell me why i had to read THIS sentence “climb on me like a good girl,” LIKE MY EYES LYNN WTF????? i did not sign up for this wes, like no stop telling me how obsessed you are with liz's lips or how she's a mythological sex goddess- boy sit ur ass down. and don't even get me started on the beginning of the book. WHAT WAS THAT SHIT? why was wes acting like a 7yr old excited for school and talking (so much) abt his love for scootering? SCOOTERING. LYNN PAINTER WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL? SCOOTERING. DO YOU HAVE SOME OBSESSION WITH THEM OR SOMETHING? WHY DID THOSE DUMB THINGS KEEP SHOWING UP?? like tell me why i needed to read this shit: "i fucking loved the scooters ..... wes + scooters = HEA" ..... lynn.

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

im not going to bother to find any of these, see: im too lazy

all in all i still liked some points when both of them were acting normal. which is why its a 3. but i feel like this is leaning towards a hate review but yeah idk i cant actually pin point parts that i remember liking- also the ending??? what was that? it made no sense to me.

[diazsdimples]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings and @puppyboybuckley (who published the final chapter of the Mudslide Fic, PLEASE go read it!)

I wasn’t gonna do this today cause I had the shift from hell and didn’t manage to write anything yesterday between birthday things but I managed to cobble this together after my shift! Frostpunk AU weirdly came back to me so please enjoy this small snippet!

Much to Buck’s relief, both Edmundo and Christopher are still alive when they make it back to the city, in record time as Bobby will have him believe. Rappelling down the cliff with two semi-conscious, reasonably unstable patients is more difficult than they’d initially anticipated, so in a rush of fear as he watches Bobby struggle with Christopher, Buck offers to bring the boy down himself.

Much like they did the day Buck carried Christopher to the cabin, they strap the child to Buck’s chest, using a small harness stored in the med kit on a “just in case” basis. Christophers head clunks repetitively against Buck’s chest as he pushes them off the cliff, slowly letting the rope out with each jump. He wishes that it wasn’t a two-hand job, that he could cradle Christopher’s head with one hand and keep the rope moving with the other.

Above him, Bobby abseils down with Edmundo dangling to the side of him in a basket. They’d done one last temperature check on the two of them before descending into the heavy, cold mist that lay over the city, and Edmundo’s had been the lowest they’d seen it since the rescue. The way Eli’s face had paled and he’d instantly tugged Bobby aside, talking with him in low, hushed tones was enough to tell Buck about the state of his health.

It made a cold, thrill of fear rush down Buck’s spine, settling in the pit of his stomach as a constant reminder of how precarious Edmundo and Christopher’s situation was, as he carried the small boy to safety.

The moment Buck and Christopher touched the ground, they were pounced on by a team of medics, headed by Hen.

“What’s the story, Buck?” Hen asked as she hurried to help peel off Buck’s outer layers and unclip him from the harness.

“Found this guy and his dad half frozen yesterday. He’s probably 7 or 8 years old and got moderate to severe hypothermia. Eli’s been monitoring him and he’s stable but barely conscious. Probably malnourished and seriously dehydrated,” Buck pants as he lowers Christopher onto the stretcher Hen has prepared. The kid’s light brown curls fall over his face, curling against his eyelids and Buck reaches out a tender hand to brush them back before he can stop himself.

If Hen notices, she chooses not to mention the look in his eyes as he does this.

“Alright, we’re going to take him to the med tent now. What about his dad?” Hen asks as two medics swiftly hoist Christopher’s stretcher into the air and run off in the direction of the nearest med tent.

Buck watches, half in a daze as Edmundo is lowered to the ground. His lips are pale and chapped, and his face looks lifeless and devoid of colour as his head lols to the side. A sick feeling creeps through Buck’s body as he thinks of how close they came to not making it back. How close Christopher came to losing his father.

“This is Edmundo Diaz, severe hypothermia, dehydration and malnourishment. He’s had issues with his oxygen and heart rate consistently through the journey home. Hen, he’ll need around the clock care, someone to stay with him, to keep an eye on him,” Buck says, hearing the urgency in his voice as he speaks. He doesn’t know what compels him, other than a sense that Edmundo is the other half of a magnet that’s drawing him ever closer, but Buck continues talking. “You guys can’t spare another medic but I-I don’t mind sitting with him. I’m good at taking his vitals a-and I could keep an eye on the kid.”

Hen eyes him, as if trying to read what his true motivation is. “Go,” she finally says, inclining her head towards the tent. Buck doesn’t need to be told twice.

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[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Velvette Redesign! (2/3)

Prev: Vox Redesign (1/3)

Im madly in love with her, I am so happy with her design🩷🩷

I cannot take all the credit for the outfit though, my friend helped me pick out the style and accessories, I just did her hair and picked the colours! It was really hard to actually settle on one thing to show Velvette, I never draw her in the same outfit or with the same hair, so picking a singular outfit and hairstyle as her main was a big commitment, felt like I was buying my first house

Anyone that just flattens and straightens Velvette’s hair is seriously missing out on so many fun hairstyles I have literally never drawn her with the same hairstyle ever. Textured hair is so fun I will die before I stop playing with her hair!! She is a fashion doll it’s the whole point !!!!

I wanted her to be a sharper contrast to Vox’s harsh-ish symmetry he has going on. The Vee’s are still not good people in this rewrite obviously. They’re not as dogshit as they are in the show but they still actively do terrible things. Velvette still verbally abuses her employees and enjoys seeing other people’s downfall or seeing them scared and under her control; she just doesn’t make a fucking date rape drug. I still have no idea why Vivzie is so set on making all of them connected to rape in some way it��s fucking disgusting to me. Anyway, I want Velvette to look very fun and unassuming in comparison to the other two where you can kind of tell there’s something up with both of them. Vox is very stern looking and Valentino is… like that. You’ll see. She is arguably the most approachable out of the Vee’s but is still just as manipulative as the other two when she wants to be.

Her hair is very cute and the theme of hearts around her style unintentionally makes Vox the only one out of them that doesn’t have a heart motif. I mean— unless you count his medical alert bracelet, but that’s not really… a fashion statement.

I love studded belts and all that and purses and bedazzled jeans and platforms so this design really has it all for me. The playboy bunny thing is supposed to be painted on btw, she’s not just super tanned I promise. The same ideas for her colours with her clothes still remain from my last post about Velvettes design.

Onto her backstory! This was all graciously written by my friend so please give him a big thank you for it or I probably would’ve died🩷

March 2nd 1974, Velvette grew up in a mostly stable household. She went to school, got what she wanted, made friends, grew up, passed her GCSE’s and so forth. She did a course in design and beauty, and eventually made her way up to be a fashion designer. That being said, Velvette was always someone with an attitude. She didn't enjoy the amount of fights she got in, but it naturally occurred. Her grades were fairly good enough though— B’s and C’s. Each day of her life she enjoyed what she did, and heavily adored the attention she got for her beauty. Her creative side was what she preferred, much rather than showing off her looks. She was deemed to be the best employee and got multiple raises in payment as she worked her way up the power—pyramid in the company she worked for.

But that being said, what she received was unfair to other workers. Nepotism was a huge part of her promotions and rise in payment. Her friend who she knew was the owner, and that only paved routes for short-cuts. As long as she was able to keep everybody hush-quiet, she’d always have her way. She always would benefit, and she’d always be the best.

Velvette was aware of her misdeeds. At one point, illegal means crossed her mind, like stealing other people’s work and accusing them of serious things that got them fired. The owner would never bat an eye, and everyone was conscious of how nobody was truly safe. It was like her friend was obsessed with her to be the one who came out victorious, and by even the slightest chance she was in any way suspicious, it was blatantly ignored. There were also reports of people dying if they spoke out about the company, however those were only confirmed as rumours.

Never did she plan to stop. She’d come so far, and had become successful in what she dreamed of. Her care amounted to nothing if there was something to gain. All throughout her life, she was a troubled person with a great intelligence— which is why she was able to exploit so many people and get away with it. People called her the ‘vile jasmine’ of the world. People were afraid to step into work and see her, because one day, they were certain they’d be her next target.

July 25th 2005. Her final few minutes of her life. Velvette was a fashion designer, and could sew pretty well. It’s not like she had TERRIBLE ideas, she just took pleasure in stealing and having other’s wince at their misfortune. But alas, Velvette was known for her interest in dolls. She could design outfits for them, without having an audience to watch and judge. A display stood behind her desk of many different dolls, and she had just ordered some materials that were waiting for her to come pick them up. It was at that moment, when she closed her front door, that fate was sealed.

A serial killer had been roaming the streets of her city. No one knew who, or where, but he had definitely not left. With flip phones being the new way to communicate easier, Velvette had been texting with the buyer and talking about the perfect dates to meet up. As she was waiting in her room that Monday, the confirmation to go had excited her. She drove to the destination, and knocked on the door with a falsified smile. If only she had stepped a couple steps back after knocking— perhaps she would’ve survived.

Appearing in hell was overwhelming, as much as it was satisfying. She was dead, yet somehow alive. As she looked at her hands, she discovered skin was not present. Pure silicone… and tattered clothing. From there, she decided she’d start again… and work her way up within four years until she was noticed and recruited by two other sinners whose name coincidentally began with the letter V.

She met Vox and Valentino in 2009, and from there, they grouped together and planned to dominate hell itself.

Key facts

Velvette is biologically still 31, however if you were to count hell, she’d be 49.

She hasn't gone through any abuse, she is no victim, she’s just a morally wrong character.

Does not care for her employees health or anything, and will only be nice if she is able to benefit.

Could be considered a sadist in some form.

HURRAY!!!!! This is the last enjoyable one of the Vee’s you’re getting considering he’s next. Also the last guaranteed redesign at the moment! I love joint efforts like this and I hope you all can enjoy it as well🩷

[ctrldoll]

Strawberries & Blueberries! (A Sweet Treat For A Sweet Man!♡)

Pic - Pinterest Account: @candytufftie.

I have been thirsting over this cake for wayyyy too long (a day) and our wholesome baby deserves to enjoy it! (I'm delulu) (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Sorry if I butchered the German language ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ I was using DeepL Translator.

König/F! Reader, Baking & Wholesomeness. Fluff & a little bit Suggestive.

Enjoy!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Writing tips are appreciated in this household!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ (Seriously, I'm aiming to improve in writing! ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ)

“Meine liebe (my love), there’s no need to do all of this. We can just spend the day rewatching the series you love.” Kong tried to convince you but failed miserably as you pulled out your cookbook and placed it on the table, [f/c] apron tied around your body and your face beaming. A red, silk bookmark stood out underneath the pages before it and a grin shone on your face as you opened it.

“I am not going to hear you out, Kö. You just got back and I have to treat you. Please, it'll make me really happy. Please?”

The large man sighed at the sight of your pleading, shoulders lowering in defeat and with a nod, a smile appeared on your face and you rushed to hug him. “Thank you! It's going to taste so good!” König rolled his eyes, a warm smile on his face as your frame tightly held onto him before you let go.

“I'm so glad I managed to snag a remaining copy of the book. The Pinterest mom who created it said that if I didn't contact her at the time I did I would have probably found them sold out! She’s such a sweet lady. I hope I'll be like her when I’m older. Five whole children and she’s still so active.”

“Gosh, she’s lucky to have all the energy to handle all the stuff that she has to do. Her husband seems sweet too. He was playing with the kids at the park as she was explaining the contents of the book to me. They were so adorable together.”

I truly hope that you and I will be like that too. Probably because of how wonderful of a boyfriend you are. No doubt that our future will look like that”.

König paused as he brought out the egg carton from the fridge. You imagined him being with you for so long? König sometimes wondered how he ended up with someone as amazing as yourself. “Was there no one else who you’d rather commit a relationship to?” “Was he worthy of you?”

Truly, he didn't know. You were, in his eyes, way too graceful for him. Kind, loving and sweet as sugar towards people whom you showed care for. You treated him so well that he sometimes couldn't grasp that he was around you. Around your light. Your presence. Your amazing self.

The whisk rotated firmly as he moved it, not wanting you to injure your soft hands and form callouses and blisters which he had grown accustomed to. König could tell that you were keen on watching his arms as he worked and made sure to flex his muscles as long as you were on sight. The little lip bite you do makes it so worth it.

“Don't try to tempt me, Kö. Gosh, the sugar in the mixture smells divine”. His lips kissed your cheek after his hand grazed your bum as he placed the flour in the cupboard.

You brought out the strawberries and blueberries, basking in their blooming red and blue-purple colour with a grin on your face as they sat on the basket you placed them in after washing them. A smack to your hand made you roll your eyes as you attempted to taste a juicy strawberry once more then a blueberry after you had a couple of them. König took the strawberry from your hand and sliced it. “Dummes mädchen (silly girl), why did you choose to stuff four strawberries and a couple of berries in your mouth?”

“You keep pushing my hand away from the basket. What else am I supposed to do?” You responded, wiping the icing you placed on top of the berries from your lips.

König chuckled and walked up to them. “You've got a little bit left at the corner of your lips. Lassen sie mich Ihnen helfen. (Let me help you.)”

König’s thick thumb trailed over the curve of your lip, making your cheeks grow hot. They grew hotter as you watched him lick the icing off of it, a teasing smile growing on his face at your dismay.

You looked away, desire pooling in you and started wide-eyed when his hand gently moved your face right back to his sight. “I was on the mission for a while. Pardon my boldness, but I just can't wait to feel you right after we’re done.”

“I understand the feeling so much. I can't wait either. I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow. Knowing you, I doubt it.” You giggled and gently kissed his cheek then moved to place the batter in baking pans.

“Meine Güte, du hast mein Verlangen nach dir noch verstärkt.” (“My goodness, you've made me crave you even more.”)

“It's so good!” You grinned as you chewed on the sweet taste of the cake as you both sat on the couch, cuddling as a show you loved played on the TV.

“Yes, it is.” König nodded then popped a blueberry into his mouth and smiled at you.

You caught his gaze and smiled back. “You've got a little icing...here.” You said and flicked the icing off of his soft lips with your thumb and licked it off of your finger. You caught the desire pooling in his eyes and lifted your head to kiss him. Lowering his head, your lips met his. The fruity taste of the cake resided in your mouths and you savoured one another.

“Hmm! Kö, let’s- oh! eat first.” You told him as your hands caressed his face. His hands moved lower onto your sides and tightly held onto them as he placed you on his lap.

“Lass mich jetzt ein kleine stück von dir essen. Dann esse ich gleich noch mehr kuchen.” ("Let me eat a little piece of you now. Then I'll eat some more cake.")

[hedghost]

what about just soft moments (or kisses) with lessi because they’re not dirty

i also don’t believe you when you say you don’t like doing those asks xx

moments

feeling eyes on you as you chat to someone else and glancing up to see lessi on the other side of the room, all soft smiles, rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. you grin and mouth ‘hi’, and you watch her mouth ‘hi back’, unabashed at being caught staring, before you both go back to your separate conversations, the imprint of her smile glowing on your eyelids each time you blink.

getting home after a long day to lessi cooking in the kitchen, she’s humming gently as she works. leaning over the kitchen island to peck her lips with a soft smile before heading back upstairs to change. her fingers reaching out to graze your shoulder, as she pulls you back for more, just one more

working out with headphones on in the gym, fully focused, until you see lessi doing pull ups across from you. smiling to yourself as you watch her for a while, beads of sweat trickling down her abs, expression fully concentrated. getting up and walking to the next piece of equipment, but not without gently brushing past her, trailing a soft hand around her waist as she trains. she jumps down, stumbles a little, and leans back into where you’ve wrapped an arm around her waist. she twists awkwardly to look in your eyes and kiss your cheek, before you unwind your arm and walk away, kissing her cheek back. you smile.

coming home to find lessi with her head in her hands on the sofa, noticing how she winces slightly with each echoing footstep you make. your hand lands gently on her shoulder, winds down to rub her back as you sit cautiously, as though she’s an animal you don’t want to spook. you whisper ‘headache?’ and she nods gingerly. standing to close the curtains, grabbing water and painkillers before you sit down again, before she sinks into you. pulling her onto your chest, allowing her to nestle neatly into the familiar curve of your neck. she forces her eyes to open, to brave the dusky light, just to look into yours with a look that conveys pure, adoring, gratitude. pressing a kiss to her temple as her eyes flutter closed again, in an unspoken ‘you’re welcome, anything for you, i love you’

lessi walking past you in the cafeteria, brushing fingers gently as you move to get more coffee. when you get back to the table, next to her. her hand finding your thigh. you inch just a millimetre closer. it feels like a shockwave.

lessi leaning her head on your shoulder on the bus ride home, eyes barely staying open. pressing gentle kisses to her hair line as she fights to stay awake. it’s futile of course, and her soft breath tickles your neck, her lips perfectly parted. you mentally trace the freckles on her nose, not wanting to wake her. she smiles in her sleep, like she knows she’s being watched.

lessi pressing kisses in between your shoulder blades as you work furiously on your laptop, trying to both distract and encourage you. when you tell her to go, she concedes, but not before nipping you lightly on the neck, her way of telling you to hurry, of what might be waiting for you in bed if you do.

lessi getting taken down, lightly injured. not seriously, but enough to stay down for a second. you finding your way over to her immediately, your hand fitting in the curve of her waist where her tops ridden up in the collision, as you lean in to whisper in her ear, to ask ‘what’s wrong, please, lessi, tell me what’s wrong?’

you and lessi out at a bar with the team, her hands around your waist, yours around her neck, fiddling gently with her necklaces in the way you know will both calm her down and rile her up, just the perfect balance. in a drunken haze, under flashing lights, just captivated by her eyes, until all the other colours fade out and all you can see is blue, blue, blue

[jpmarvel90]

Love is for Children

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: The Red Room motto of "Love is for Children" could destroy any hopes of Natasha getting the happiness she craves and risks hurting the one person she can't live without.

Word Count: 5031

Y/N’s POV:

I just stood there in shock, silent tears falling down my face. All I could do was watch as my girlfriend turn her back and walked away from me. She no longer loved me. I couldn’t believe it. We had been together for nearly a year; everything was perfect until it wasn’t.

Two weeks ago, Natasha started to become distant to me. We hung out less, we didn’t have any dates and she would come up with excuses to not see me or stay the night.  I finally had enough, and I pulled her into my room ready to confront her. That was the moment my heart was broken into a million pieces, as she stood there and told me that she didn’t love me anymore.

She had no emotion in her eyes as she told me. No sadness, no guilt. When I asked her for how long she mumbled out an “a while”. I considered holding her telling her that it wasn’t true that I could fix it. But I could tell no matter what I did, nothing would change. So, I let her leave, losing the only person I have ever truly loved.

I found it hard to do anything. Over the next couple of days, I shut myself away in my room. Only Wanda, my best friend, would visit to try and encourage me to eat. The others were Natasha’s friends first and I knew they would avoid me. After a week I started training again. It was the only thing I had motivation to do. I would get up early so I could avoid everyone, but mainly Natasha, then work out, grab breakfast and shut myself away again.

One day I had slept through my alarm. I had struggled to sleep, thoughts of everything I did wrong going through my head. I grabbed my training gear and headed to the gym, needing to vent any frustration I had. Lucky no one was in the gym, so I got to work on wrapping my hands. I got in my stance and start hitting combination shots onto the punch bag.

After a while, I was getting intrusive thoughts that I couldn’t shake. Each one causing my anger to grow and my punches to get harder.

“No one will ever love you” PUNCH

“You’re worthless” PUNCH

“Even your friends hate you” PUNCH

“You’re pathetic” PUNCH

“You have no one” PUNCH

This went on, I had faded into trance just hitting the bag repeatedly. I hadn’t even notice that some of the team had come in. I start to hear my name being called, but it wasn’t until I felt a hand on my shoulder I came back to reality. “Y/N stop you’re hurting yourself.” I dropped my fists and turned around to see Steve stood there with a sympathetic look on his face. I dropped my gaze down seeing the blood that had come through the wraps on my hands.

What I didn’t know at this time, was that Steve was shocked at my appearance. Other than Wanda, none of the team had seen me in 2 weeks. I had lost a lot of weight. I no longer had colour in my face, and I had permanent bags under my eyes. “Let me help with those” He said indicating to my fists. I shook my head and turned to walk away, which is when I noticed the rest of the team stood staring at me, including Natasha. I couldn’t bare to look at any of them and I could feel my anxiety rising as I went to rush out of the room. Before I could leave, I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned to face the one person I didn’t want to have anything to do with. “Y/N, are you ok? Please let someone help clean those up for you.” Natasha said with pity in her eyes.

“Am I ok? Are you seriously asking me that right now? Of course I’m not fucking ok Natasha. Just fuck off with your fake concern and leave me alone.” I snatch my arm back and storm out of the training room. My anger was growing, and I knew I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t stay here.

As I get back to my room I jump in the shower and then tend to my hands. I clean them up and bandage them. When I’m done, I grab a bag and throw in my stuff. It’s a sad showing of my life that I could fit everything I own in one duffle bag. Before I leave, I write a note to Wanda.

Wands,

I know that you’ll hate me for saying goodbye like this to you. But I know if I did this face to face you’d manage to convince me to stay. But that is not what is best for me right now. If I stay, I don’t think I’ll survive this pain I’m feeling. The team are better off without me here. Just know that I love you and have always considered you a sister. I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done for me.

Love Y/N

I folded the note and left it on my bedside table. I waited until it was later at night, when I knew everyone would be asleep or in their room, before I headed out of the compound and made my way to Shield HQ.

I waited around knowing that Fury would be in early that morning. Once he arrived, he saw me sat on the couch in the waiting room and called me in before he even got settled. “I have a feeling I know what this is about Y/L/N but what can I do for you?” Fury asked taking a seat behind his desk.

I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Sir, I’ve been very grateful for the opportunities you’ve given me here at Shield and then with the Avengers. But I don’t think I can be of any use for the team anymore. Therefore, I’d like you to accept my resignation.” I stepped forward and placed my Shield badge and gun on his desk.

He didn’t say a word, he just looked between me and my badge, his hand interlinked on this desk. “You are one of my best Agents Y/L/N, nearly better than Romanoff. There will never be a time that you aren’t of use to us. I don’t accept your resignation.” He said bluntly before turning to his desk.

“But Sir, I can’t do this anymore and if my mind’s not in it then I’m just a danger to everyone.” I argued not wanting to let him dictate this decision. I notice he reached into his draw and pulled out a file, tossing it in my direction. “I have a proposal for you, hear my out and if you still want to resign, I’ll let you leave now.” He bargained. I nodded and took the seat in front of his desk.

“I have a mission, it could be dangerous, but I think it might help in your current ‘situation’.” He paused whilst indicating me to take the file which I took and started to read. “Her name is Sarah. We believe she is a Hydra sleeper agent. She has powers but we haven’t been able to determine what they are.” I nod along reading notes such as her home address here in New York.

“She works in a coffee shop downtown. I need someone to work there and find out as much information as possible. We’ll provide an apartment and get you the job. All you have to do is make coffee and befriend her.” I finish reading the file and look up at him.

“It seems like a pretty easy mission. Surely you don’t need to send me, one of the other agents will be more than capable of doing it.” I respond, waiting for the catch which is sure to come. “If it was a simple information gathering exercise I would, but we think the best way to flush her out will be to expose you as an agent. Cause her to have to go on the offensive.” Fury responds. And there it is, a pretty big catch.

“So, let me get this straight, I work at this café, be nice and make friends, then at a time you say, you’ll leak info on me that will leave me exposed and potentially killed by a woman whose power’s we know nothing about?” I ask, trying to clarify the absurdity of it all. He simple nodded.

“I’m in.” I said without a second thought. I saw a flash of surprise on Fury’s face before it quickly disappeared. “As far as anyone else will be aware, you have resigned from you post with Shield. Only Agent Hill and myself will be aware of you mission. But know that we will do everything to protect you.” Acknowledging what he’s said, I stand up and shake his hand.

He hands me a larger file with all the information I need, including my fake IDs and apartment keys. I walk out of his office to be met by Agent Hill. “Hey Y/N before you leave. I’m glad you’re staying. Though I can’t say I won’t miss your face whilst you’re on this mission.” She chuckles walking me to the elevator. We’re around other agents now and we both put on our acting skills.

“Well Agent Y/N, it’s been an honour working with you. I wish you luck in your future.” She says leaning forward to pull me into a hug. “Stay safe, I promise we’ve got your back.” She whispers in my ear before I enter the lift leaving for the mission.

Wanda’s POV:

I was making my way down to the kitchen for breakfast having returned late last night from a short mission. I was planning on making Y/N and I breakfast for when she had completed her morning training session. I was so worried about her, she was barely eating but training hard in the mornings. She had such a bright a bubbly personality but since her break up with Nat, she had lost her spark.

When I entered the kitchen, the team were already up. “Morning” I say, walking over to the fridge to get out the ingredients I needed. “Hey Wanda, how was your mission?” Nat asked. I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. I was mad at her, she had broken my best friends heart yet she was acting like nothing happened. “Yeah it was fine.” I responded shortly not turning to engage any further.

Before I could start cooking Steve approached me. “Hey, how’s Y/N this morning?” He asked. This was new, no one on the team had asked about her for the last 2 weeks, this was only adding to the anger I felt. “Why, you suddenly care about her?” I respond harshly, I notice the shock in is face straight away. “I-uh, well. I’ve always cared about her. We uh, we all have” He replied stuttering through his words.

“You guys have a funny way of showing it. No one has made an effort with her since Natasha ended it with her. We all knew how much she loved her. She was heartbroken and she needed us.” I almost yelled at him. Before he could respond JARVIS interrupted us. “Director Fury has requested the team’s presence in the meeting room immediately.”

We all made our way into the meeting room taking our seats ready to hear our latest mission. As Fury started to talk, I looked around and noticed that Y/N wasn’t there. “Sorry to interrupt Sir but are we not waiting for Y/N?” I asked slightly concerned.

“No, we are not. I’m here to tell you that two days ago Agent Y/L/N handed in her resignation for Shield…. which I accepted.” There was a silence in the room. I looked over and saw that Nat was trying to hold back tears. “How the hell did you just let her resign Fury, she’s part of this team, we need her.” Tony spat, standing from his seat.

“Clearly she felt otherwise. I hate to lose one of my best agents, but I can’t force someone to stay who was so clearly unhappy. It’s a shame as I’m sure you were all supportive of her over the last few weeks whilst she has been struggling.” There was a sense of a scolding in his last sentence, and I notice the team visibly shrink into their seats.

As soon as the meeting is done, I run out and head straight to Y/N’s room. I open the door and see it now empty. Sitting on her bed, I feel a wave of emotion, I’m so sad that she’s gone, I’m angry that this could have been prevent, but most of all I just miss my best friend. When I stand up to leave, I notice something on her bedside table. It’s a note with my name on it and photo of the two of us.

Sitting down to read it, I no longer can keep my tears in. Gripping the photo tight I sob knowing that I’ll never see her again. She would have left a contact if I she wanted to see me again. I felt the bed dip beside me and a hand reach around my shoulder. I let myself give in for a brief moment before I notice it was Natasha. My sadness suddenly turned to anger.

“What do you want?” I asked harshly. “I just want you to know I’m here for you.” I look up and a rage fills me. “Me, you’re here for me? You are the reason Y/N is gone. She was like family to me, and I’ll never see her again. You never had an ounce of sympathy for her, yet you’ll come here and comfort me. No thank you!” I yell shooting up from the bed wanting to get away from her.

“Wanda please wait.” Natasha is persistent and grabs a hold of my arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want her to leave.” She says quietly, not matching my tone. “You’re kidding me right. What did you think would happen? That she would just get over you and go back to being herself. She loved you Natasha, she gave you everything and yet you strung her along breaking her heart. For what? Was it just some sick game to you? Did you get some kick out of playing with her heart like that?” I yelled again. I can feel my eyes start to turn red with anger. 

“Hey, Wanda it was not like that. I didn’t break up with her because I was done playing with a toy!” Nat responds harshly getting closer as her own anger grew. “Then why did you leave her?” I challenge. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”. I stood there in silence, completely shocked. “I’m sorry, you left her because you love her? That’s crazy, even for you Nat.” I sarcastically chuckle. I’m completely confused.

“I was taught that love is for children. I thought that feeling that emotion made me weak. So, I started to distance myself from her, not sure what to do before deciding it was best for both of us if I ended things. I hated seeing the pain it caused her. I thought that with time she would see it was for the best.” She hung her head in shame.

“Look Nat, I know that you were conditioned to believe things when you were in the Red Room. But this, this is one of the biggest bits of bullshit I’ve heard. You have seen how love is not a weakness. Am I weak for loving Vision? Was Steve for loving Peggy?” I asked. She shook her head still unable look at me.

“Did leaving her make you stronger?” I probed further trying to get her to understand that her belief was wrong. Again, she shook her head. “It made me feel lost.” She whispered and I noticed tears start to fall from her eyes. I had never seen Nat cry before. I pulled her to me in a hug and rubbed my hands up and down her back.

“Hey Nat, I’m sorry for yelling. I was angry. I just really miss her.” I say softly. “No, I deserved it. You’re right, it’s my fault she’s gone. Now there is nothing that I can do to bring her back and make things right.” I just held Nat close letting her cry. She was already beating herself up enough, she didn’t need me to add to that. But she was right. It was too late. We had lost Y/N for good.

Nat’s POV:

It’s been 4 months since Y/N has left. The compound feels empty without her. I was such an idiot forever letting her go. In truth I was just scared, scared of getting hurt so I hid behind my stupid beliefs from the Red Room.

I will never forget the look on her face when I told her I didn’t love her anymore or the day in the gym where she had punched herself into a frenzy unable to stop. Her knuckles bloodied and bruised. The way she tore her arm away from me believing I wasn’t concerned for her.

These last months have been hard, the whole team is feeling her loss. She was such a happy person to be around. She would enter a room and everyone would instantly cheer up. She was like out own personal ray of sunshine. Some how Wanda has forgiven me. Her and Y/N were like sisters to each other. I hate that my actions have also caused pain to Wanda.

I have tried to find her. But she’s gone off the grid. The only evidence I have of her is the day after she handed in her resignation. Since then, nothing. No credit card uses, no matches on the CCTV facial recognition. She’s just vanished and that’s what scared me the most. She was that hurt she never wanted to be found.

It was a quiet day in the compound, and I was just about to make my way to training. As I do every day, I pass what was Y/N’s room and stop for a moment before head out to the gym. Whilst grabbing a water from the kitchen JARVIS calls us in for a meeting with Fury.

“Anyone know what this is about?” I ask, taking my seat next to Wanda. “Well, the whole team is here so he can’t be announcing a resignation.” Tony responded darkly. Both Wanda and I shot him a look and he held his hands up in defence.

Fury entered with a solemn look on his face. “Thanks for meeting so quickly. Let’s begin.” It was odd for Fury to thanks us, he rarely did, especially something so trivial. This must be bad. I take out my notepad and pen ready to take notes.

“A few months ago we sent an Agent to monitor and extract this woman. Sarah Petrov, who we believed was a Hydra sleeper agent. Our Agent went undercover working at the same coffee shop to gather intel before their real identity was revealed.” He stopped when he was interrupted by Steve. “Hang on, so you’re saying that you purposely were going to leak that they was a Shield Agent?” he asked perplexed.

“Yes, we didn’t know what her powers were and we though the best option was, once we had collected enough information, to create a leak which we could control and be able to apprehend the Hydra Agent. Once we could confirm that she was in fact who we thought she was, we would send in a team and extract both her and the Agent.” He paused for a moment. Again, something he doesn’t often do.

“Let me guess. It didn’t go to plan? Which his not surprising considering it was pretty much a suicide mission for the Agent!” Steve interrupted again. I noticed Fury’s fist tighten, he felt guilt, it would explain his current demeanour. Any other circumstance he would have called Steve out.

“Our Agent was found out and we sent in a team, however, Sarah proved too strong. She had powers similar to you Wanda, just not as strong. Our team was pushed back, and Sarah got away with Y/-the agent. We know their location but it’s too risky for us to send a Shield team in to get them.” Fury explains.

“So, you want us to infiltrate the base rescue the Agent and also apprehend this Sarah?” Steve clarifies. Fury simply nods in acknowledgement. Something does feel right, he’s somehow personally involved with this. “Who’s the agent?” I ask. There’s a long silence where Fury refuses to make eye contact with any of us. “Fury, I said who’s the agent?” I asked again growing frustrated.

“It’s Y/N.” There is a stunned silence. The whole team looking at each other. “But you told us she resigned.” Wanda challenged. “I did, it was best for the mission.” Fury said defending himself. “I think you need to tell us the truth here Fury.” Tony said angrily tapping the table.

“Y/N did come and hand in her resignation. I refused to accept as I knew she would be perfect for this mission. I asked her to hear me out. If she still wanted to resign after hearing about the mission, I said I’d let her go. She agreed and only Agent Hill and myself knew about it.”  Fury clarified, much to the annoyance of the team.

“Why was she perfect for the mission Fury?” I asked, angry that all this time I was looking for her, he knew where she was. “Because she wasn’t afraid if she were to get hurt, she felt like she had nothing left. Like Steve said it’s a suicide mission.” Tony said sadly. I could feel my heart breaking all over again.

“So, you’re telling me, that you used her vulnerability to get her to sign up to a mission that was more than likely going to get her captured of killed? I mean no other agent in their right mind would have accepted that mission! You let her emotional state dictate her commitment to Shield.” I started to yell raising from my seat, until I felt Wanda grasp my arm.

“I promised we would protect her. I got this wrong, I know this is on me. But we needed to ensure we got Sarah to save lives. Sometimes you have to make the tough decisions for the better good.” Fury defended right back.

“You don’t get to decide that Y/N’s life is worth less than another Fury!” I shouted in complete disbelief. “Nat, I know you’re angry, but this isn’t going to help save Y/N. We need a plan and then we’re going to get her back.” Steve says calmly taking control. “That’s assuming there is even anyone left to save.” I whisper, but I know the team can hear it.

After we devise a plan we race to suit up and head to the quinjet to infiltrate the base. “Ok here’s the plan one more time. Tony, you’re going to scan for any thermal signatures whilst we clear any enemies from outside, as quietly as we can. I we make too much noise then we know that they’ll kill Y/N. Once we have confirmed the numbers on the inside, Wanda and Nat you will enter from the East entrance, your primary objective is to find Y/N. Bucky and I will enter from the West to get Sarah. Clint, you’ll provide us cover for our return to the jet. We are not here to blow this base, it’s too risky. Our priority is getting Y/N and Sarah. Once we have them, we go.” We all nod in agreement as we arrive at our location.

We make our way through the wooded area taking out the Hydra agents quietly. Once completed we wait in position for Tony to confirm what we will be facing when we enter the building. “Scans show there to about 60 people inside. Nat and Wanda, when you’re in, stick to the rooms on the left, I think I can identify a prisoner but I’m not 100% sure. When you’re ready it’s time to go.” Tony confirms

On Steve’s mark we go, running in blasting our way through the entrances. Wanda takes down most of the agents coming in our direction whilst I check every room that we come across. They’re all empty and my frustration is growing. After a while Steve calls out on comms that they have Sarah and are making their way back to the jet. 

My optimism drops with ever room we check until we come to a locked re-enforced steel door. Wanda uses her magic to open it before standing guard on the door. I run in and see Y/N tied to a chair. “Y/N, can you hear me?” I ask running over to her. I can see she has taken a bit of a beating and has a stab wound to her stomach. “Y/N it’s me, it’s Nat. Wake up for me.” I shake her gently causing her to stir. “Urgh, Nat is that you? I must be dead.” She groans and I start to untie her from the chair.

“Wanda I’ve got her.” I call out. Before I know it, she runs in throwing her arms around Y/N. “Thank God you’re alive. Don’t you ever do that to me again!” She shouts trying to be angry, but I can tell she’s just relieved. “I can carry her if you’re ok to protect us?” I ask lifting Y/N up bridal style. “Of course. Let’s get out of here.”

We manage to get out pretty easily with Wanda able to deal with any attacking agents with ease. Once we’re back on the jet I lay Y/N down on the medical gurney whilst Wanda grabs the first aid kit. I grab Y/N’s hand and look into her eyes. “You need to stay with me ok. You’re going to be fine. We’ll patch you up and get you back home.” Looking at her in her vulnerable state I have all these things that I want to say.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was scared, terrified that loving you was going to get us hurt, that love was something only for children…” I clutched on to her hand with both of mine, tears streaming down my face as Wanda tended to her wounds.

“Natasha, I don’t think this is the right time.” Y/N speaks out between winces of pain. “Now is the perfect time. The moment I found out you left was the moment I realised that I am weak without you. That your love made me feel invincible as long as I had you by my side. I know that I can’t take back the pain I caused you when I walked away. But I can promise you that I never fell out of love with you. I saw you as the person that I would spend the rest of my life with, to have a family with. But I found out too late and I had already lost you. I spent every day trying to find you again, so I could tell you the truth, to make things right. Please Y/N, give me a chance to make this right.” I speak so quickly scared that she won’t hear everything that I have to say, hoping that she will see that I am genuine and love her more than anything in this world.

There is a silence as Wanda starts to stitch up the stab wound on Y/N abdomen. I can see the pain it is cause so I squeeze her hand tighter letting her know that I’m there. “Nat…” she strains out. I wait, terrified of the rejection I know is coming my way. “uh, Nat, I wish you would have talked to me. Ahh,” She stops taking a deep breath as Wanda apologies. “I’m sorry Y/N almost done.” She waits until the last stitch is completed and carries on.

“Whilst I was gone, I was so angry at you, but I was most angry at myself. Angry that no matter how much you had hurt me, I still loved you. But I don’t know if I can put my heart on the line again. I won’t survive it breaking again.” Her own eyes are now starting to fill with tears. I carefully wipe them away from her bruised cheeks.

“I promise, I will never break you heart again. Let us start over, we can go on dates, get to know each other again. We’ll take it slow. You have always been the one to take care of me, to show me the love you had for me. Let me do that for you now. Let me prove how much love I have for you.” I am practically begging her at this point. I thought I had lost her forever, but now she is back in front of me I can’t lose her again.

“Ok.” She whispers out. “Ok?” I clarify. “One last chance Romanoff. But I swear if you break this heart again….” “I won’t, I promise. I will protect your heart for as long as mine beats.” I smile through my tears so happy to have her back. “If you break her heart again Nat, I promise I will kill you.” Wanda says, her eyes tinted with red. I gulp as Y/N lets out a chuckle.

“Kiss me” she says, looking me directly in the eye. I carefully hold her face in my hands, taking in her beautiful features once more. Leaning down I gently lock our lips together. It is a tender kiss that has so much meaning. So much love and forgiveness. As I pull away, I rest my forehead against hers. “I promise you Y/N Y/L/N that I will spend every day earning your forgiveness and showing you how much I love you.”

[circeyoru]

Circe Circe look at this Alastor theory

https://www.tumblr.com/delightfulsweettragedy/751199425866694657/guys-hear-me-the-fuck-out?source=share

This might be the first time someone tells me to do theory reads. So before we get into it, definitely mention the writer and contributor of this theory @delightfulsweettragedy (sorry, if this is sudden). I mean no ill will or disrespect, I'm merely commenting my thoughts and understanding to the Hazbin world. You guys are free to agree or disagree or just okay this.

This theory basically names who could possibly own Alastor's soul. Please read that before this. Thanks! It's good to support the original poster.

Okie~ Let's go~!

Naturally, forgetting the fanfics and unintentional inserting of theories into the various stories all around fandom, Alastor's soul is owned by someone, and the owner could be someone already introduced, subtly appeared, or not at all.

I'm aware of the various theories that name Lilith or Eve or the Root of Evil (an unconfirmed character) or Zestial or even Niffty as the possible owner of Alastor's soul. But I don't go with any cause Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel is just too short and rushed for any concrete information and backstory to be revealed in detail. They are interesting and sometimes convincing theories, but at the end of the day, it's all theories and not canon.

With this one, it's a bit far-fetch and with some loopholes. I'm still on the side of reading and knowing, but not believing.

(1) Eyes.

I'm assuming the eye theory is the one about how red means owning souls? So like making deals? Similar to Overlords and Sinners basically. But here's the thing. This is Hell and red is quite a common colour. I think it matches the association with intimidation too?? Well, let's look at the Overlords who are the prime example for owning souls.

We don't have much background lore on them and I'm seriously wondering about Rosie cause some say she never died and stuff. Off track. Okay, so not all of them have red eyes. I'll list who does; Alastor, Vox, Valentino, Velvette, and Carmilla. Who doesn't? Rosie, Zestial, Zeezi, and the flaming skull with two hook-like antlers. BUT, they are all Overlords and own souls.

So? Red eyes doesn't exactly mean the ability to own souls.

(2) Who can own souls? And how?

Hellborns are supposedly soulless, so when they die, they just die. Unlike Sinners who would respawn with time. Unless it's angelic steel then game over, again. But hey, check back to Episode 7, who did Charlie say when Alastor was making a deal with her?

[Charlie: "You want my soul?"]

Surely, Charlie's a hellborn, but she has a soul? Maybe Charlie was in Lilith and growing before turning into a demon and being thrown into Hell. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Lucifer was a fallen angel. Maybe Lucifer and Lilith were the exceptions. We don't know. All we do is that Charlie has a soul.

Overlords deal with souls, we know that it's be contracts signed between individuals. But that might not be the only way. What if, an Overlord can forcefully take a soul?

I took this from Hazbin's wiki on Overlords. [In "Hello Rosie!", it was implied that an Overlord could own a soul by taking them without a deal or contract if they choose to do so. This was implied based on Vaggie's reaction...] Continue to read on the site.

This is a pageturner because if Overlords, as a higher rank of Sinners, can take souls, who's to say even more powerful ones can't? Sinners are restricted to the Pride Ring, not hellborns. So what if a powerful hellborn travels to Pride and attempts to take a weaker soul? Overlords, like Alastor, would think of them as no one but a foolish challenge cause they are more powerful than Sinners. Idk, cause Overlords might or might not have info on hellborns.

So this theory might be right, even when he doesn't have a soul, he could take and own one.

(3) Alastor's actions

It's confusing to say the least about Alastor's motivation and reason for his helpfulness. In the pilot, he says he's here cause of the entertainment and we do see him taking interest when Charlie was on the air with her hotel pitch. Later on in Season 1, we see Alastor's composure being threatened by the mere mention that was on a leash and it turns out to be a right at the end of the season.

Whether or not Alastor's there cause of the/a plan or his own amusement or trying to get a safe haven or something else, we don't know or we're not sure enough to say so. At least, it is for me when you think about it deeply.

All in all, theories are fun to think and debate on. But still, it's not canon until proven. You know, like Vaggie being a fallen angel? And who knows, maybe this theory is pointing us in a direction.

[lolotheparagon]

Ranking Each Batman Suit/Character Skin from the Arkham Games - Part 2

70s Batman Suit - 8/10

I like the bright blue cape drives home the pure camp in this design. Granted I think a LITTLE darkness can make the design really pop and fit the “Dark Knight” image but that’s just a nitpick.

Now that we’re done with goth bat dad, onto the other playable characters and their suits! Starting with Catwoman!

Catwoman Default Suit - 0/10

Oh, Selina… I love you as a character, you’re a snarky, glamorous master thief who kicks ass but PLEASE WEAR SOMETHING UNDERNEATH. ITS THE MIDDLE OF WINTER. Catwoman’s outfits are usually very form fitting but not full blown fanservice like this. It’s uncomfortable to look at, it barely qualifies as a super suit (looks more like a dominatrix gear) and I always change it whenever I can. Also it REALLY DOESN’T HELP YOU KEEP A SECRET IDENTITY, SELINA, IF YOU DONT EVEN HAVE A MASK COVERING YOUR FACE FFS

Animated CatSuit - 9/10

Animated Catwoman’s design was a little bland but had just enough accessories and detail to make it unique. The light grey suit with the dark grey mask, gloves and boots is a good use of contrast and the golden yellow belt is a nice touch. I kinda wish her ears were more defined and black with the rest of the suit and I think some cat eye shaped googles would really complete the look, but still good! No fanservice and fits Selina’s glamorous thief image perfectly.

Long Halloween CatSuit - 8/10

Ooo, I’ve never seen this suit before. I love it! The rich purple suit with the black heeled boots is such a fun colour combo and has that goofy yet cool design philosophy that Batman has lost over the years because people forgot to have fun. The jagged whiskers, the defined ears and the silver bangles on her gloves makes the outfit look very 70s style Batman and it’s great! Although those ears look more like elf ears than a cat’s

Default Suit Robin - 2/10

I do not like the idea of a hooded Robin. Especially since it makes him more of a Batman expy rather than his own character. Also the colours are so muted WHYYY. The gold boots look like phlegm and what kind of LEGO gauntlets is he wearing?? Seriously this outfit is so unimaginative and basic that if you took the R symbol off, you’ll have NO WAY of telling this is Robin.

Animated Robin Suit - 8/10

Wow, who’d figured a kids show about Batman has some of the best character designs over the default designs of an edgy Batman game. I can’t imagine why. Seriously this outfit is great. Colourful and goofy, perfectly fitting Robin’s young hero in training image, red black and green is not always the best colour scheme cos it can easily look gaudy and an eyesore if you have too shades brighter or darker. But this is a perfect balance of bright red, dark forest green and jet black and the bright gold of the inside of Robin’s cape keeps the design from looking too dreary.

Red Robin Suit - ???/10

What is this Chinese bootleg shit? Did someone confuse Batman with the Incredibles? What am I looking at??

Nightwing Default Suit - 8/10

I usually hate militarised super suits cos it just reinforces how overcompensatingly masculine they are but Nightwing’s pulls it off pretty well with a sleek technologically enchanced suit that’s practical and aerodynamic which perfectly coincides with Dick’s being a skilled acrobatic. I wish there was more neon blue stripes around the suit to make the blue symbol less awkward but it definitely gets the point across and Dick’s anime fringe cracks me up.

Animated Nightwing Suit - 4/10

I never realised how boring Nightwing’s design was in the Animated series. Without the neon blue bird symbol, it looks so bland. I was hoping for some more blue here!

And that’s all of the City skins! Stay tuned for the Origin skins cos they are a LOT of them

[chronophobique]

Draco is Hermione’s +1 at her cousin’s wedding

— 653 words

“What are those Muggles so bloody excited about?”

Already on edge, Granger rolls her eyes. “Have you really never been to a wedding before?”

“Do I look like someone who gets invited to weddings?”

“I don’t know,” she replies in an exasperated tone as she downs her glass of champagne in one go. “I guess not.”

“Granger. You do know this is an expensive wine, right? You’re supposed to only sip enough of it to coat your tongue, then let it sit in your mouth for a moment to—”

The glare she gives him is so frank and familiar that the sight makes him forget whatever he’s talking about.

Fuck, he’d missed that.

“In the Muggle tradition, a bride is considered lucky,” she explains, her big brown eyes shining as they do every time she gets the chance to share her knowledge.

“So, to improve their own luck, guests try to grab something that belongs to her. Like her dress, her hair, or flowers.”

“Are they going to strip her once the ceremony is over? Because if I would be quite impressed, I don’t think I ever agreed to be the witness of such a—”

“No, you idiot,” she chuckles, and Draco can see in her gaze that she immediately regrets not having contained it the second the soft sound of her laughter floats in the thick air between them.

“She’s going to throw her bouquet randomly into the crowd,” she adds more seriously, her cheeks a redder colour. “And the person who will catch it will claim their luck in being the next to wed.”

“Hm, let me guess. You have no intention of catching this bouquet.”

“Indeed.”

“Because you have no desire to get married.”

From the corner of his eye, he sees her watching him for the briefest second. “No, because my feet already hurt in those heels, and jumping around would make them bleed.”

At her unexpected answer, hope blooms in his chest, warming his heart like a blanket.

He’d always thought she’d broken up with him because she had no interest in marriage. Or rather, in marrying him.

“Remind me what I’m doing at this wedding with you?”

“Draco,” she sighs. “You know exactly why you’re here, and I really need you to stop bringing it up. Please. It’s just for a day.”

“Ah, yes, because you’re still so in love with me that you forgot to tell your grandmother about our breakup. Right.”

“She has a fragile heart,” she snaps, lowering her voice when she notices the old lady in question looking in their direction with a big, bright smile on her face. “And I didn’t forget. You know how much she likes you, it’s not that easy to—”

“Admit it to your grandmother or to yourself?”

First, her eyes widen, and then she’s looking everywhere but at him. “You need to respect my decision—”

“I would, but I don’t see how I can when you didn’t even see fit to give me an explanation.”

She knows he’s right, and she can’t stand it. “I don’t want to talk about this here.”

“If you assure me that you no longer share my feelings, we won’t have to.”

An eternity seems to pass before she finally says, “You know I could never tell you that.”

“In that case…” he trails off, handing her his glass before smoothing out his suit jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing your grandmother I didn’t come only for the petits fours.”

And just like that, he’s confidently making his way through the crowd of waiting Muggles, effortlessly catching the bouquet as it is tossed in the air before nonchalantly returning to his witch’s side.

“I’ll be expecting an invitation to your future wedding,” he whispers so that only she can hear as he takes his glass from her hand to place the bouquet in it. “And by that, I don’t mean as a guest.”

[mxxnlightwriting]

Writemas 2024 Day 14

Thanks to @agirlandherquill for hosting this wonderful event!

Tari’s Note: I know I'm late with this one, but I needed a few days to rest, so here I am, working on it now! I'll also work on the other days I missed in the upcoming days, so I likely will be behind from now on. I hope that's okay! I have a masterlist for this challenge if you want to read this story from the beginning!

Prompt(s): An archway Synopsis: Rae goes to meet Emily after her shift at work, and they agree to spend the rest of their evening together. Genre/age group: adult contemporary sapphic romance Word Count: 0.5k

The town slowly drowned in darkness as the sun set in the distance, bringing out all the colourful lights spread across the windowsills and streetlamps. Rae kept her head down as she walked towards the town centre, unsure of why she was heading this way. She knew why, but she kept telling herself she didn't. For some reason, that helped her grow less expectant.

As soon as her brother's booming voice reached her ears, she lifted her eyes to find the town square more put together than she remembered. Henry chatted with Emily and Henrietta next to a large white tent that Rae was sure none of them had built, but all had given some unsolicited advice about. When they noticed Rae approaching, they opened their small circle and allowed her to join them.

"Are you done with work for today?" Henry asked, his breath creating soft clouds of mist.

"Yes." Rae's eyes slipped to Emily, who was smiling at her. "Are the three of you done here?"

"For today, yes," Henrietta said, pointing to the large tent. "Tomorrow we have to set everything inside, but the structure is already put together so that means we're on schedule."

"That's good, I guess." Rae nodded to herself, keeping her hands in the pockets of her jeans. To Emily, she asked, "Do you need me to take you home? You didn't drive here today, did you?"

"No. I still haven't found someone to fix my car." She pouted.

"I could make some calls," Henry said, surprising both Emily and Rae. He glanced between them and blinked. "What? I could call Pete tomorrow morning. It doesn't hurt to help."

"You seemed pretty against my help earlier today," Emily whispered but thanked him for the help, which seemed to please Henry enough.

Rae said her goodbyes to Henrietta and her brother, and she and Emily left the town centre towards the town hall building where the main door was opened.

"So, I, hm," Rae cleared her throat, "I could also drive us to my place. I could cook you dinner. If you want."

Rae's heart raced as she stared at Emily a few steps ahead of her. She stopped under the building's archway and turned to face Rae with a small smirk.

"And what will you cook for us?"

Us. There it was again. Rae could seriously get addicted to that word.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't remember what I have in the fridge, but I'll make us something. Do you want to stop by your place first to grab a change of clothes?"

"I thought this was only dinner."

Rae ruffled her hair and joined Emily at the top of the stairs. She stepped closer until Emily leaned on the stone wall behind her, her eyes focused on Rae as she smiled.

"I just want you to be comfortable," Rae said as her thumb ran lazy circles on Emily's cheek. "But it would only be fair if you spent the night at my place after I did it at the cabin."

"Do I get to choose whether I want the bed or the couch?"

Rae nodded and leaned closer to Emily until their lips touched in a light kiss. "Whatever you want," she said.

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