#When I said another one I meant Dust simp

[cray23]

@wr-n I have found another one

Is there a lot of English on Tumblr, I doubt it works like Twitter......... :) There may come a time when I will only upload pictures on this account and not on Twitter.

Tumblr has a beautiful and nice design!🥳I look forward to working with you in the future.

[aquaticmercy]

To be loved by Agatha

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader drabble in which she makes sure you can never die.

warning : possessive/obsessive love and violence (not towards you)

note : Hi I am an Agatha simp.

Requests are open!

○ buy me a ko-fi ○

Agatha loves either loves dearly, or not at all.

When she feels love, she feels it in absolutes. There is no middle ground, no room for tentative affection. And lucky for you, she absolutely adores you.

She would move heaven and earth for you. She would move mountains and swallow seas if it meant you would wake up next to her every morning. Nothing in this reality or another could stand in her way when it came to you. You were her absolute everything, and she would worship the very ground you walk on.

And for that, you should feel lucky. But you also know luck can be a dangerous thing.

She had killed for you, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Those who dared hurt you were stabbed, burnt, or ripped to shreds without hesitation, mere dust beneath her feet. You never witnessed any of it, of course. Agatha made sure of that. She wanted to protect you—from the world, and from herself.

You should know you never had a choice in this. From the moment her eyes locked onto yours, your fate was sealed. There was no escaping her love affection, no room to breathe or run. Not that you wanted to. 

She made you immortal so you could spend eternity with her. The day she whispered ancient words over your sleeping body, binding your soul to hers, was the day you stopped being human, at least not entirely. You didn’t know it then, waking up the next morning with nothing but a faint headache and an unrecognisable feeling.

Over time, you felt it. Time no longer changed you as it once had. Days turned to weeks, to months, to years—yet you remained the same. Unmarked by the world as you had been marked by her.

At first, you were bewildered, even terrified. But as always, Agatha was there, soothing your fears. “We can be together forever,” she said with a smile that could have melted the toughest vibranium. “No one else deserves you. No one else could love you like I do.”

In reality, no one else ever had the chance.

In Agatha’s world, love is absolute.

And yet, despite fearing what living forever would do to your simple human mind, you wondered, would it really be so bad to spend eternity with her, to be adored forever?

The truth is, you will find out sooner or later. After all, she loves you too much to let you go.

-end

[missmarveledsblog]

Spellbinding ( sam winchester x reader )

summary : sam being completely in love with reader who happens to be his best friend while on a hunt she is hit with a curse making her needy clingy mess while sam was loving the closeness it was only temporary right?

Warnings : spells and shit , sam being simp (love that for him )

In all his life he never thought he would feel like this , at first he pegged it to being a school boy crush but it only grew . she would be the one to stay up late into the morning researching while his brother just went to the bar or bed calling them " nerds"  . she'd be the one to make sure they got sleep after realising how long they had spent nose deep in their laptops or books . she'd be the one to make sure everyone was taken care of even making sure dean didn't have a diet that consisted of fast food making them home cooked meals in the bunker . she would tease and be playful so it wasn't all work . so it was hard not to fall for her in fact what scared him was how easy it happened. the fact that dean caught on was hell in itself finding new ways to torture his brother with the new found information always pairing the two off together , the little remarks she never noticed and when she did she would brush them off as dean well being dean . hunts we're both a blessing and a curse for him when she was there . he could make sure she was safe but yet her just being there meant she was also in danger , an internal battle on which part to stick with . Like now they were walking through an abandoned asylum after report of many men going mad once they've been in the   place one way or another . now they were walking through the halls , searching for whatever it was or even a clue to what it was . she hated the abandoned hospitals and asylums they had an extra creepy feeling to them . sam knew this main reason he made sure to stay closer then usual which if he was lying he kinda took advantage of it . " ah shit " she huffed . " what , what is it " . " look the symbol we've dealt with this before " she pointed walking into the large open space that used to be a rec room . the symbols spread around the room like she said it was too familiar .

" witches " he mused. " always witches get dean here , he's a lightening rod for curses " she sighed dramatically making him laugh. " what are you doing here , your not welcome " the voice called . " listen lady , neither are you " she turned to see the raven haired woman glaring . " this is my new home and intend to keep it that way " she turned to sam as he raised his gun . he was waiting for it , to be thrown across the room it was all too regular habit but yet all he felt was her pushing him and taking the hit flying across and hitting the wall . " hey darling now that wasn't so nice of you " dean held the woman tight while cas done his thing . " hey sweetheart you ok " he called. " yeah i think so ouch how do you do that sammy " she groaned wiping the dust off of herself . " what the hell were you thinking " he yelled running to check her over. " i was thinking you'd be grateful " she smiled sweetly. " idiot you could of been killed " he chastised missing the way she was looking at him . " hey kid you ok " dean smirked seeing the sudden shift in her demeanour. " so pretty " she cooed all doe eyes and mushy as she stared at her best friend before latching on to his arm . " lets get her out of here " dean snorted seeing his brothers cheeks all flushed while Y/N was clinging to him like he was the light in the dark . " hey how you feeling slugger" dean turned see sam carrying her out on his back like a koala on a tree. " she wanted to be closer because it hurt being so far apart " he groaned. " hey you should be happy hot chick all over you " held the door open so sam could put her in the back . " cas in front "dean's shit eating grin was not helping the situation and neither was the grabby hands she was making .

They found out she was hit with a curse same one those men were hit with except in her case well she was overly clingy only when sam moved away it actually hurt her like a blinding cutting pain ran through her body when they were apart for more than 60 minutes , during the first week they found that out . " a couple of weeks and she will be back to normal she said something else but cas was playing around so we had to leave quick " dean explained while Y/N was now in sams lap almost purring like a kitten nothing like the woman before . " couple of weeks , how the hell am i going to do this for a couple of weeks " sam hissed rubbing her back when she tensed at his words. " enjoy it since your such a bitch and not telling her how you feel when she's,  well not a pussy cat " he chuckled. " do you not like the affection " cas asked confused. " i would if it was of her own accord " sam muttered feeling her head resting on his shoulder after she'd fallen asleep . " i need a shower , a quick one " he said placing her down on the sofa and putting his shit around her. " don't be long i can see her screaming again , it's painful to watch " cas walked out . " i wont , i don't like it either " sam huffed running out the room . he loved it and hated it , he loved the close contact and he affection , but he missed his partner in crime , he miss how she would talk about everything and anything with him , he missed her being his best friend . yet he love having her nuzzled so close he could smell her shampoo , he loved the feeling of her soft skin under his palms. how he could see every detail of her face , how her smiled would widen in his presence . the water cascaded down his body yet the hot water done nothing to soften the stress of the situation he loved and hated all in one . What made it worse she was going through it all because she wanted to save him , wasn't it his job to keep her safe.

"where's sammy " she whined starting to sweat as she felt the tingle beginning. " he'll be back in a minute " dean huffed. he couldn't wait for it to end , the badass smart chick he loved like a sister reduce to a needy airhead , now whining like a kid for candy. " hey how come you never told sam why she so bad " cas asked again his curious nature getting the best. " because even i know the two of them need to say it without the power of a curse and hell he'd probably short circuited. " this hurts " she sniffled but her head shot up feeling his presence near it was like her skin was burning and only he could put it out. " hey i'm back " he smiled weakly feeling her arms wrap around him tightly. " i missed you , it hurt and dean was mean" she pouted . " jesus this hard to even watch " dean rolled his eyes . " well if sam loves her i'm sure it ok " . " sammy only loves me like a friend " she pouted at cas words . " that's what you think but he's in love with you ... ouch " he winced rubbing back of his head . her head shot up and a clearing of a fog sensation. " hey when did we get back here " her voice back to levelness before . " hey sweetness aint you a sight " dean smirked only for her to roll her eyes. " she's back " he cheered. " that could of been the cure , although it's very fairy tale like" cas smiled. " what the baby in the trenchcoat is saying was that you were cursed and been on sammy there like a pimple" dean explained making her realise where her hands were . " oh shit sorry " she back off cheeks flushing at the close proximity . " it's ok really " he smiled sheepishly. " so how did we break it " she asked . " i told you how sam really felt and OWWW " Castiel cried . " hey why you hit him " she ran to the angel checking him over. " oh fuck it, knowing sam loved you like truly loved you broke it , the reason she was so affected is because she loves you too " dean yelled. " do i hit him now " cas whispered . " you love me " they both said at same time . " lets give them some room " dean led castiel out of the room while the two stood stunned at the information. " wait did he just confess for us " she asked dumbfounded. " i think he did " sam stood closer wrapping his arms around her waist. " didn't you get enough " she teased turning to face him fully arms going on his shoulder. " but this time its because i know you love me " he smiled leaning his forehead on hers . " shame it wasn't a kiss breaking curse " . " i think we can change that " she couldn't respond because soon as the words left his mouth he crashed his lips on her. kissing her like she was the only source of oxygen . every part of her being felt alive and awake like never before . they melted together like two missing pieces finally connecting. lost souls lost in the dark finding the light. " i love you so much " he chuckled happy to finally being able to say the words .

"hey thought the curse was broken " bobby asked looking as she sat perched in sam's lap while he was looking through research . " it did " she smiled holding up her book she was using . " they love each other and do sick  sweet shit like this now " dean rolled his eyes . " oh stop being a baby i've seen you cuddle your car " she snorted. " i have too " castiel nodded. " well glad to have you back kid" bobby smiled getting himself a cup of coffee. sam on other hand sat smiling happily now he had the woman he loved back , the one who talked to him constantly , his best friend and now his girlfriend .

[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (3/?)

Chapter summary: Wanda finds you again after months of estrangement.

Chapter word count: 5.5k

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

Chapter Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Decided to post this early in celebration of Love & Death's final episode.

AO3 | Masterlist 

Next Chapter: Four

Taglist: @blackluthxr | @esposadejoyhuerta | @secretbackrooms | @justgotlizzied , @casquinhaa | @marvelwomen-simp | @sunsol-22 | @wandanatlov3r - let me know if I missed anyone

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Three

At two in the morning, Wanda’s insomnia is at its worst.

Sleep doesn’t come despite doubling her usual dosage of sleeping pills, and she considers taking another, just so she can stop thinking about what Pietro said–about you moving on with someone new. Because despite her confidence in your love for her, her faith is waning with each passing day that you continue to leave her messages seen and her calls unanswered. 

She wonders how love–a resilient but tainted one–can survive in the dark. If it can survive at all. 

Wanda remembers reading somewhere on the internet that the human epidermis continually makes new cells every second, so that in just 30 days, one’s skin is entirely new. In months of being apart, it meant that there’s no longer an inch of her that has ever touched you. All that remains of her in you are memories. And what a fragile thing they are, when people are always forgetting. 

Wanda doesn’t want to be forgotten. Least of all by you.

She knows it’s within your rights to fall in love again, and she’s adamant for it to be with her. Her stubborn nature makes her cling to your wedding vow: that if you don’t end up with her, then you end up with no one. Maybe she’s delirious to still believe that you’d fulfill those promises, especially with how hard it is to reconcile those promises with dead silence.

Nevertheless, Wanda tries. She continues to send you mundane messages like a restaurant discovery or what she had for lunch, or a comment on the weather, telling you how nice it’d be to go outside for a walk. 

Tonight, she sends you a text about Sparky’s visit to the vet, hoping it provokes a reaction from you. It immediately gets read. Wanda’s breath hitches when she sees three dots appear right after her message. However, they soon disappear, leaving Wanda to stare at another unanswered text.

Tomorrow, then. And if not, the day after. Wanda won’t let you forget about her.

-

Agatha helps her with the finishing touches on her café, which happens to be unsold paintings donated by her colleagues from the gallery itself that Agatha manages. She’s informed Wanda that she’s considering early retirement to find something else to do, and when Wanda mentioned that she’s opening up a business, Agatha suggested she’d volunteer to help out on weekends in exchange for free coffee and dessert any day of the week. Wanda didn’t think twice to accept the proposal, and they shook on it.

“You have an eye for design, Wanda. You can make a career out of it once your cafe takes off and can hire someone to manage instead of doing it all by yourself.” Agatha says, dusting the final frame they hanged on the wall.

“Thanks. It’s just not me though. I had a lot of help from friends in NYU.” Wanda says, going behind the counter to make sure everything’s set for the big day, two days from now.

“Are you worried about the opening?” Agatha asks.

“A bit, yes.” Wanda admits with a sigh.

“Don’t be. Your pastries alone will keep this adorable thing afloat.” Agatha assures her, admiring the aforementioned pastries currently cooking in the oven.

Wanda smiles graciously, a little unsure if she’d take it as a compliment. With her former boss, it’s hard to tell sometimes. Agatha has the tendency to toe the line between maternal and condescending.

“That’s what I keep telling her.” Pietro, who Wanda didn’t notice entering the shop just now, chimes in. Her brother taps Agatha on the shoulder, making the older woman turn her head in an unnecessarily coquettish manner. Wanda lifts an eyebrow as she observes the two.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.” Pietro says, before running a hand through his hair and letting his textured, angular fringe fall dramatically back over his bleached eyebrows. “I’m Pietro, Wanda’s twin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, dear. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Agatha says evenly with a smile, turning around to face him fully.

Pietro stands unnecessarily closer to her and says, “Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.”

Wanda’s never heard Agatha giggle like a schoolgirl, and shoots him a murderous look. Her oblivious brother merely carries on staring at Agatha like he could see through her clothes. 

Squeezing into the narrow space between the two, she starts pushing her brother away from his prey. She can already sense him scheming, and she’s not going to let him potentially ward off the free help she’s gonna get on weekends.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Wanda hisses at him under her breath as soon as she’s positive Agatha’s no longer within earshot.

He raises his hands in front of him in defense. “I was being friendly.”

“No, you weren’t. You were literally eyefucking my ex-boss back there.”

Pietro shrugs. “Maybe she was eyefucking me.”

“I swear, you’re going to–”

“Excuse me?” Agatha interrupts, and they both whip their head towards her–Wanda with a stricken look, and Pietro with a cheshire grin. Agatha can’t help but think how they’re both very attractive.

She addresses Wanda first. “I’m sorry but I have to go. Call me if you need anything, sweetie.” 

“Thanks again, Agatha.” Wanda says.

And then she turns to Pietro and winks at him. “I’ll see you around, handsome.”

“Oh, you will.” Pietro answers in a sultry voice that has Wanda harshly digging her nails into his forearm.

He only reacts to the pain after Agatha stepped outside. “Ow! Let go of me!”

“She’s off limits you pig.” Wanda chastises, landing some weak strikes on his arm. 

“Fine!” Pietro throws his hands up in surrender.

Wanda lets him go with a triumphant smile. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought I’d see you on Monday.” she says.

“My friend invited me to this club tonight, and I want you to come with.” Pietro says. 

“I’m not really in the mood to party.”

“You really have changed since you’ve been married to Y/N.”

“Thanks.” Wanda says curtly, and it’s not even sarcastic. If there were changes about her that were of your influence, then they could only mean the good kind. Wanda has long ago learned that she likes herself best when she’s with you.

“Don’t you at least feel like celebrating this?” Pietro gestures at the tiny confines of the cafe. 

“My idea of celebration is just steaks and wine,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. “Lots of wine.”

“Wands, you can’t keep punishing yourself. You deserve to have a good time once in a while.”

Wanda scoffs. “Punishing myself? Believe me, I haven’t started.”

“Wanda, come on,” Pietro pleads earnestly. “The thing is, I’m planning to bump into this real estate dude, and having my sister to make me look like a decent guy is going to help my chances in my investment pitch, okay?”

Wanda considers the new information. “Why didn’t you start with that in the first place?”

“Because I didn’t want to flat-out ask my heartbroken sister for help. Cause I know you’re… You’re half the person you used to be. You’re not whole, and here I am, needing your help when there’s nothing I can do to help you back.” 

It’s the most vulnerable she’s seen her brother, and it makes Wanda want to gather him in his arms and be children again. 

“Piet..”

Pietro assumes back a sturdy posture. “I’m sorry. I just need you. But if–”

“I’ll be there. Just text me where and what time you need me.” Wanda assures him. 

“I’ll owe you one, sis.”

“Try twenty.”

-

Pietro deserts her as soon as she serves her purpose, and he gets invited to the VIP floor of his prospective investor. Wanda doesn’t hold it against him, seeing how important this deal is to him. Besides, thirty minutes of blaring techno (it’s a crime to call it music, Wanda muses) and seizure-inducing lights are too much for Wanda to bear. She just happens to have four drinks in front of her (bought by different strangers), and there’s just no way she can let perfectly crafted Negronis go to waste. Really, she’s left with no choice but to stay and savor her prized cocktails. 

At least two men–and one woman–have taken up the courage to approach her by the bar, and Wanda only has to show them the ring she still wears on her left hand for them to leave her alone with a polite apology. 

On her own (and despite you being unaware of it) she wants the world to know she’s still yours.

Heaving a deep sigh, Wanda finishes her drink. One down, three to go. She’s already swimming in a pleasant buzz, and when her eyes drift to the center of the dance floor, she sees the last person she thought of seeing tonight.

It’s true what they say about experiencing everything around you slowing down to a stop when your life flashes through your eyes. It’s closest to how she’d describe seeing you in the flesh after a long stretch of only seeing you in her dreams. For a split second, she thinks she might be mistaken, but it’s definitely you when you start doing that dorky mannequin move that never fails to send her into fits of laughter. And that’s exactly what Wanda does; she half-laughs and half-sobs into her drink as you stiffly move your limbs, wearing a blissful smile of your own. 

You seem…okay. Happy, even. Against her will, a deep sense of insecurity settles heavily on her chest. 

And then, as if on cue, a blonde girl mirrors your dance moves, stepping into your space too close for Wanda’s liking. She looks much younger than you and Wanda are, and she recognizes the captivated look on her face. It’s the same look Wanda is giving you right now, the same look you used to give her everyday for more than ten years. Wanda helplessly watches you take her hand and spin her around goofily. And when the girl stops and loses her balance, she leans on your side for support. You let her, putting an arm around her shoulder as both of you continue to laugh at the silliness of it all.

Wanda feels her heart fall and crash into pieces. And the guilt of falling apart at seeing you happy like you deserve to be, comes to her in rolling waves.

She downs the rest of her drink–all three of them–and then weaves through the crowded club, bumping against sweaty bodies to find her way out.  

-

Wanda ends up waiting for you from across the street. She wraps her jacket tighter around her body and fights off the cold by blowing her breath into her hands and rubbing them together. It does little to keep her warm, but she’s too enthralled to see your face again to care. She couldn’t simply walk away and wait for another opportunity like this to come. 

Eventually–after nearly two hours of waiting–you come out of the building. You’re not accompanied by anyone, and you’re peering down at your phone. In the distance, she can clearly see how unfocused your movements are, which makes her wonder why you’re all by yourself.

She’s about to cross the empty street, when you unexpectedly look up and Wanda’s eyes lock with yours.

Her eyes glisten at the sight of you: somber eyes and flushed cheeks and the beginnings of a dazed smile at the corner of your lips. You were always a doe when there’s alcohol in your system, and Wanda could take advantage of that.

She could. But she won’t, even as you seem transfixed as she is.

Wanda tests the waters by taking a small step in your direction. You don’t move an inch from where you’re standing, but Wanda still holds her breath with each step. She keeps her eyes trained on your figure in case this is a hallucination–in case this is all just a result of standing for hours in the cold. But you gaze back at her, equally awestruck, and she thinks perhaps you’re also figuring out the same thing: if all of this is real. 

Wanda takes another careful step while you shift your weight, working out the best way to keep your balance. And then another, until you’re within reach and she can hear your shallow breaths, can smell your scent mixed with your favorite perfume, can see your baby hairs sticking to your forehead. Until she can look into those eyes that always held kindness she doesn’t deserve. 

Until finally, she’s standing right in front of you.

It’s been too long, the words keep repeating itself in her head.   

Without thinking, Wanda stretches out her arm to cup your face, but–despite your semi-drunken state–you backpedal on instinct. Dispirited, she drops her hand to her side and chews on her lower lip to stop it from trembling. You must have sensed her dismay, because you force a smile, before her name falls from your lips.

“Wanda.”

There's no doubt that you can break her if you want to just by saying her name. 

“Y/N,” she whispers your name back, greedily drinking you in an openly brazen manner. 

“H-Hi…”

“You… uh,” you fumble with your sentence, trying to come up with something to say, before settling on what you really just wanted to know. “What are you doing here?” 

Wanda actually considers lying, until she remembers that it’s what destroyed everything in the first place. 

“I was at the same bar and I saw you. I thought about going home, but I couldn’t leave knowing you were just there.” she says.

“Oh,” is all you manage to reply as you assess how you feel about your ex-wife waiting for you outside and possibly catching a cold in the process. Inclined to blame it on the alcohol later, you don’t think you hate the idea that she stood there for hours just to talk to you. It’s so disparate from the time when you two were together, and you were often the one to wait. 

But the truth is, it mostly just hurts. After all this time, it’s the same wound that just refuses to heal. Only now there’s more guilt on your part for ignoring her for months even though you know you shouldn’t feel bad for trying to move on the way you have to. 

“It’s good to see you.” Wanda says after a beat. “I’ve missed y–”

Suddenly, your head is filled with images going down on a stranger at the gym. You shake your head harshly in a feeble attempt to shake off the memory. 

Wanda is quick to assume that you don’t want to hear any semblance of how much she aches for you. 

“I don’t feel–” 

You feel violently sick, but you fail to say that out loud because the next second, you hear Wanda shriek in shock and you find yourself bent over your stomach, emptying its contents next to her stilettos. Wanda hovers above you as she gently pulls back your hair on one hand and rubs soothing circles on your back with the other. 

Your throat burns and you grimace as you stagger back on your feet. 

“Wanda, I’m so–” 

“Shhh… you need to sober up,” Wanda explains softly. You don’t know you’ve been leaning onto her for support until you saw her left hand wrapped tightly around your arm. 

Her left hand, that is anything but bare. 

“Why are you still wearing it?” The question abruptly falls out of your mouth, losing the ability to filter the thoughts that you would rather stay in your head if you weren’t in such an inebriated state. 

Wanda tenses up at the question, surprised that you still noticed. 

“You know why.” she mumbles, struggling to keep you upright. She doesn’t say more, just silently directs you to the pavement where you both sit next to each other.

“Your hair. It’s too brown.” you speak in a slow drawl, still having enough cognitive function to change the topic. Wanda grimaces at the comment, despising her new hairdo more than usual. 

For a while you and Wanda just sit there, basking in awkward silence. 

“I need to call an Uber but my phone is dead.” you whisper into your knees, talking to no one in particular. You look and sound so small, so far from when you were dancing earlier. Wanda tries not to think that maybe she’s the reason for it. She worries at her lip, contemplating if she should call a ride for you. But with your current state, she’d be on the edge all night wondering if you got home safe. And knowing you probably won’t update her, she’s probably going to lose her mind over it.

Rising to her feet, Wanda makes a decision and offers a hand for you to take. 

“Hey. I’ve got an idea.” 

-

Wanda watches you dip a fry into a plain sundae and pop it into your mouth. Her cheeks redden a little when you moan in appreciation, eyes closed as if you were sampling a gourmet dish. She’d never understand your weird taste for putting together two of the things that should never be put together.

“Feel better?” she asks, disinterestedly picking at her nuggets. 

“Much.” you say, licking your thumb with gusto. At this point, Wanda makes the right decision to look away before her thoughts become anything but innocent. You’re starting to recover from your intoxication, and she’s careful not to make you feel the slightest discomfort.

“How’s Sparky?” you ask all of a sudden, remembering Wanda’s text the other night about a visit to the vet. 

Wanda takes a sip of her coffee, then says, “Something about a low platelet count. They just prescribed him some meds. He’s doing better, I think.”

“That’s good to hear.” you say. 

Both of you fall back into another period of quiet.

Wanda’s head is sifting through the many topics that she had mentally filed in advance for this moment, but all she wants is to ask about you and your dance partner. The way she fell into you and the way you caught her with ease wasn’t at all friendly. The girl was obviously smitten, and Wanda can’t blame her. She can’t blame anyone but herself.

She peeks at you through her lashes, taking in your solemn expression as you suck on the plastic spoon.

Are you dating her? 

Have you already slept together?

Has she been replaced?

Instead, Wanda says, “He misses you though”, because she couldn’t risk saying the wrong thing. 

“I miss him too.” you say, and Wanda detects a hint of softness in your tone for the first time tonight.

It’s pathetic how she’s internally begging for you to say the same thing about her. 

(How she’s envious of her own dog for it.)

“You should see him some time.” Wanda says, and at the skeptical look in your eye, she adds, “I don’t mean you visit him at my place. I can bring him to you. Maybe he can stay at yours for a weekend.” 

You nod like you understand what she’s trying to do– what information she’s trying to get out of you. She expects you to dismiss the idea, but you surprise her by saying, “That can be arranged.”

“Great! We’ll–”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Right.”

The stillness and lack of words return for the third time. Not that Wanda is counting. But it doesn’t last as long as the other two, when you surprise her again by offering her what’s left of your sundae. “Want some?”

Wanda smiles at the gesture and scoops some with her own spoon. She misses the little things, like sharing food and killing time in a place as mundane as Mcdonald’s. 

“Are you still using your old number?” Wanda asks, a subtle tremor in her voice. 

You wince, aware of what she’s actually asking. You let it slip that your old number is active when you asked about Sparky. 

“Not as much as my current one.”

“Oh, that explains it.”

Something about her reply rubs you off the wrong way.

“Explain what?”

Wanda is taken aback by your snippy tone. She used to be able to read you so easily, and now she can’t pinpoint exactly what set you off. 

“What I mean is,” Wanda starts as gently as she could. “I’ve been trying to reach you for months. And you weren’t entertaining any of my attempts to communicate.”

“Well. Imagine that.”

“Did I say something wrong?” Wanda asks, voice thick with unshed tears. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

You heave a sigh, and Wanda frowns at that. In such a short time, she’s managed to exasperate you without even trying. 

You pause to gather your thoughts, and then regard her with an apologetic look.

“Sorry…For being a bitch to you, not for avoiding you.” you say.

Wanda wipes a single tear that has escaped her eye with a finger. “You did say goodbye. I’m just too delusional to accept it.”

“You’re not.”

Wanda lets out a hollow chuckle in response.

“I’m delusional for thinking that I can erase you if I pretend long enough you don’t exist.” you say.

She knows it’s what you’ve been doing, but it still hurts for you to lay it out in the open.

“Did it work?” she asks, picking at the skin around her nail until it bleeds.

“No,” you answer truthfully. You don’t elaborate on it and give her the satisfaction of knowing that you’re still miserable without her. 

For Wanda, those two letters give her first, real taste of hope since the night you confronted her about Vision. She knows better than to jump at the earliest sign that things may start turning around, but she couldn’t help herself from speaking the words that are most important for you to hear.

“I love you,” she feels every syllable of them in her tongue, and she cries further when you shake your head.

“We can think we’re in love, when we’re really just in pain.” you say to her with a mournful smile. 

“I don’t believe that. Sometimes they go together, because it’s just how it is. Love’s supposed to hurt.”

“I don’t want to talk about this with you. This is something we have to resolve individually, exclusive of each other.”

A look of resignation registers on Wanda’s face. It’s the most meaningful conversation you’ve had since separating, and she’ll willingly let go of the things you don’t want to discuss any further.

“What happens now?” she asks, placing the decision in your hands once again.

“I don’t know,” you say more with your shoulders than anything else. You steer the topic away from Wanda’s persevering feelings for you, and continue with, “I just want to enjoy this meal with… a friend.”

Wanda’s breath hitches at the apparent rejection. 

“You want us to be friends?”

“Honestly, I don’t know yet.”

“Friends....” Wanda trails off. It’s better than nothing, right? Being friends again is a good start. Friends fall in love all the time, don't they?

“I can do ‘friends’.” she says with newfound determination.

“I need to think about it.” you say because in spite of everything, you’re never one to make promises you can’t keep.

Wanda nods meekly. You stare at each other for a few moments, having reached an impasse, before Wanda remembers a major detail in her life she hasn’t shared with you over a text. 

“I have news. I’m opening a café in Queens on Monday. It’s, uh, where most of the alimony went.” 

Your face considerably brightens, as if the past several minutes didn’t happen at all. Wanda falls in love with you just a little harder at your organic reaction to her accomplishment.

“That’s amazing, Wanda. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” she says and blushes at the way you look so proud of her. 

“Wanda Maximoff, Cafe Owner.” you state her new title wistfully. “You make the best coffee though, so I’m not surprised by that…”

Wanda is no longer listening as a sense of déjà vu creeps underneath her skin, recalling how you had said something similar when she accepted a teaching position at Westview Institute.

Wanda Maximoff, Professor.

And when she got that job at the gallery.

Wanda Maximoff, Art Curator.

And after sharing your first kiss as wife and wife.

Wanda Maximoff, my wife.

Wanda comes to, just before you’re done speaking.

“…Is there anything you can’t do?” you say, good-naturedly.

Love you properly. Wanda broods over her regrets. 

She gathers all her verve, only to come up with a paper-thin smile. “You forget I’m a terrible dancer.”

You laugh. “Oh, yeah, that.”

“And I’m also terrible at self-control because,” Wanda admits before she loses the courage for what she’s about to say next. “Because I want to invite you to come to my opening.”

The laughter dies in your throat but the corner of your lips stay upturned.

“I haven’t even gotten my head around ‘friends’ yet.” you remind her softly. “But… I’ll make sure to drop by.”

Wanda exhales in relief. At least she knows when she’ll get to see you again.

“Now, about that Uber?” you say.

“I got it.”

-

Today’s forecast promised clear, blue skies–and yet, the feeling of dread wouldn’t leave Wanda.

She’s never been a fan of boats (and all sorts of transportation for bodies of water), but she couldn’t come up with any other meeting spot where she wouldn’t accidentally run into you. It’s ironic because for weeks, she’s scoured the places you’d normally be for a chance encounter.

Not this time. 

Not when she’s with this person.

Wanda boarded the ferry from Astoria, and it made a quick stop in Roosevelt where Vision was waiting to board the same vessel.

“Thanks for meeting me.” he says as he approaches Wanda who’s standing in the rear viewing deck. The amount of people onboard and the noises of the drafty wind should give them both enough privacy. Wanda doesn’t look up to acknowledge him. She merely continues to observe how the water churns and foams as the ferry picks up speed to leave its dock.

“Threatening to put Y/N in jail if I don’t, didn’t exactly leave me a choice.” Wanda says after a long time. 

“You didn’t leave me a choice either. It’s the only way you’d see me,” he argues, and not for the first time, Wanda sees him for what he really is; a mere school boy whom she dragged into her bed, and indirectly scarred for life. “Plus, you know I wouldn’t do that to her. Not because she doesn’t deserve it, but because I made a promise to you.”

Wanda finally forces herself to look at him. His appearance isn’t that of a healthy person. His gaunt cheeks clearly signifies how much weight he’s lost. There’s an ugly scar that runs from the left side of where his hairline starts, all the way down to his nape. And because of the wound, his previously vibrant blonde is all gone, leaving a dull, sandy color of a shaved head.

“What do you want, Vision?” Wanda whispers, feeling more sorry for him than anything. 

“You.” Vision states obviously. “I know you’re no longer married.”

“I told you it’s over,” Wanda says mutely. “Back when I was still married. Nothing has changed.”

“When this thing between us started, you knew the worst that could happen. You took the risk. That can’t be for nothing.” Vision’s impassioned plea makes her want to throw up. Wanda wants to deny each of his points, but she’d only be fooling herself. 

She did know that there’s a chance you’d discover the affair on your own, and yet she did it anyway. And that’s something she’ll never forgive herself for.

Wanda studies Vision for a moment. She can’t fathom how she ever made the mistake of using him to fill a gap that she couldn’t put a name to–a gap that is deeper and larger in the aftermath of her extramarital affair. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am for doing this to you. I’m the worst thing to happen to you and Y/N. I’m sorry for this,” Wanda allows herself to lightly trace the wound on his head as a gesture of sympathy. “Don’t blame her, please. I put her through unimaginable pain for her to have done this.”

Wanda allows him to remove her hand from his face and clasps them in his. It’s the one last thing she can do for him.

“You’re so beautiful.” Vision murmurs, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “I don’t mind having my skull smashed a thousand times if it means I could have you all over again.”

Wanda gasps and promptly backs away, effectively freeing her hand from Vision’s hold.

“Don’t say that. You could’ve died!” 

Vision smirks and Wanda sees a flash of arrogance he held when he was still her student.

“It’s not so different from what you’re doing to me right now.” he says, and Wanda resists the urge to purse her lips.

“You don’t want me, Vision. You’re young and you have so much to offer–”

“–so much potential, so much capable of great things. Yes, Wanda, I know because you made me see it. You believed in me when no one else would. You saved me from being… worthless.” Vision slides down to the deck, leaning against the railing. He groans in pain, massaging his temples, as if rubbing it hard enough would make all of his problems go away.

Wanda crouches beside him, and then says, “I didn’t save you. I used you. And for that, I’m sorry.”

Vision keeps his eyes closed in an effort to avoid the tears threatening to spill. “Are you… are you back together?”

“No.”

A flicker of hope flashes in his eyes. It glows brighter than the sun as he asks, “Did you ever love me?”

Wanda dares to meet his gaze, and there’s no hesitation in the way she says, “No.”

Vision swallows hard and firms his jaw; a showcase of blind resolution that Wanda doesn’t know how to extinguish. 

“I don’t believe you.”

Wanda says nothing. She merely stands up and puts more distance between them.

“You don’t fuck someone like you’ve fucked me and not have feelings.” Vision insists, clinging to the memories of intimately knowing the woman in front of him.

It’s then that Wanda loses her patience.

“You’re a kid,” Wanda snaps, her fingers tightening around the metal rod she’s holding onto. “People lie all the time: with their words, their actions, their bodies. You’re naive to assume you know anything just because you had the best fuck of your life.”

Vision is drawing heavy breaths the second she’s done speaking, as if the weight of Wanda’s words were enough to sink him to the bottom of the sea, desperate for air. Wanda, on the other hand, is equally shocked and simultaneously disgusted at her cruelty towards someone who’s begging for love–begging like she is for yours. What she did to you warranted a punishment that’s ten times greater than he had gotten, and yet you never spoke ill of her, never tried to hurt her as sharply as she did Vision. 

Vision–this charming, brilliant, handsome young man who didn’t do anything wrong but succumbed to his boyish desires. Who she just maimed with her words. 

The ferry arrives in Long Island. People start gathering their belongings before they head towards the exit. Wanda glances at her wristwatch. She’s late for her first staff session with Agatha. 

“Vis,” Wanda croaks. “I wish I could give you what you want, but I can’t. I just can’t, okay? She’s everything to me.”

Vision is quiet, gazing at the sea with a faraway expression.

“It’s more than presumptuous of me to ask you this, but I’m going to ask anyway: forgive Y/N. Please don’t come after her for what happened. I’ll… I’ll pay for the damages.”

Vision lets out a humorless laugh, and then, without looking at her, says, “Just go, Ms. Maximoff.”

-

Monday

It’s nine-thirty in the evening, and Wanda ushers out the last of the customers to grace her opening day. 

You didn’t show up.

“Thank you so much, please come again!” she brightly exclaims with just a hint of tiredness from being all over the place for hours. It wasn’t a blockbuster where the lines would reach the next block, but it didn’t fall flat either. Her pastries were all sold out, and she hadn’t expected the need to place orders to her suppliers so soon.

For all that, as she flips the door sign from ‘Hi, We’re Open’ to ‘Sorry, We’re Closed’, the rush of today’s triumphs also leaves her. 

And then she sits alone in one of the barstools facing the window and patiently waits.

The gap widens some more.

[ask-frater-imperator]

// now that I'm able to post spoilers, here's my thoughts on rite here rite now a few hours after I saw it.

First: a little context.

I went with my mother, my ghestie and my best friend who knew nothing about ghost besides the ranting she heard from me weekly.

They will probably be seeing this- so I'm not going to expose their accounts or anything.

With that, here were my thoughts:

.

The post credit scene and mummy dust is just

Implanted into my head now

Mummy dust bc me and my friends went batshit crazy hearing and watching it

I LITERALLY PREDICTED KISS THE GO-GOAT

I'm like "oh yeah they better do kiss the go-goat I need to see that live." THEN THE INTRO STARTS

I had my ghestie friend and another of my friend that had no idea of any of the ghost lore

But

WE CONVERTED HER!! /j

I really hope they make a DVD version or something bc i would sell my soul for it

I'm kinda disappointed they didn't use the boxer fit for anything much..

TOBIAS THREW US FOR A LOOP BC WTF

We all saw copia get on the hot air balloon and is like WAIT WAIT FUCK. NO. NO. and then he wakes up

Seeing his mother die

Also if the new guy isn't terzo I

I may just die

Bc

WHO ARE THEY GONNA PULL OUT THEIR ASS AGAIN JUST LIKE

OH YEAH THEY EXIST NOW

NO WONDER TOBIAS SAID NONE OF THE OTHER PAPAS MATTER, MF COPIA IS THE HEAD OF THE MINISTRY NOW-

When the post credit ended everyone in the theater was like please wait, no-

AND ALL YELLED IN ANGER

honestly so funny and ppl were so nice

I don't like I've ever met a rude ghost fan tbh AND I DONT PLAN ON IT!!!

.

And my thoughts after reading it again:

I honestly don't mind if the new papa isn't terzo, Yes, his album is my favorite with many good songs, but if the theory isn't right then oh well

There is a confirmed DVD and digital release. Just no idea when I will be getting the DVD, and I will be passing it down for generations to see/j

Me, my ghestie and my clueless friend were all holding hands for at least 3/4th of the movie, the reason I will remember mummy dust the most is because me and my ghesite went feral.. and my other friend was, well, clueless. TOBIAS LET MARY GOORE THE FUCK OUT. FINALLY!!!

The shirt I wore was literally copia being crucified with a crown of thorns, I WAS EXPECTING HIM TO DIE. but, I am very glad he didn't, I'm honestly stoked because now he does have the power he wanted, and I can totally rp that..

(The shirt I wore)

When mummy dust was done, we were all simping for copia.. (pls dont judge us. We are just little guys../j)

I had to hold back a scream when the mummy dust solo started, I love the ghoulettes..

I was so sad when copia was like: "no, no, no encore." Bc I really wanted to hear kiss the go-goat (it was one of my favorites when I first got into ghost)

THEN RAIN SPOKE. IM SORRY??!?!

Then I said over to my friends something like: "Yeah, i need them to do an encore.. NEED to hear, kiss the go-goat live, or I will sob." And of course, THE INTRO TO KISS THE GO-GOAT STARTED. Me and my friends and I just lit up with joy, trying not to cry from what I had just said and what happened.

I remember Square Hammer and the midair splits. The whole theater gasped at the same time. At that point, I was in tears for the 273673rd time. I saw copia do the pose he was meant to, and cried even more.

He went to the hot-air balloon, and everyone was silent. We all saw him wake up, and then sister on the floor.

I remember my friend (clueless one) commenting about copias dramatic crying over sisters' bodies. "Oh yeah, that guy knows how to act!" Joking in a good way, I laughed through my tears.

I don't remember when, but when Copia talked about taint tickling, she audibly, but quietly gasped and whispered something as I just nodded.

MARY ON A CROSS WAS BEAUTIFUL. THERE IS NO DENYING THE SCOOBY-DOO CHASE MUSIC NOW!!

It felt like you were there in the audience, like you were right there in the pit. I'm so glad that this movie is making so much in box offices. It was like an unholy experience I will never forget.

[yourantag]

Morningstar and Fun Facts

AN: Hello fellow Ithaqua simps. Apologies for the long radio silence, college was kinda brutal. I've been wanting to draw something for "Of Vices and Virtues" for a while, but couldn't find the motivation. So, after many months and getting through finals, I offer you this! ...and some fun facts for my previously posted fics. No one asked for them, but I figured it'll be a good way to organize a mini masterlist until I finally gather the motivation to make the official one. Whether you're new here or not, I hope you enjoy!

"Of Vices and Virtues" Fun Facts:

The concept of shadows and light representing vices and virtues, good and evil, was literally just made up on the spot as an excuse as to why the reader is so intrigued by pre-snap Morningstar

I kinda had to get rid of reader's parents somehow to further get across the point of Helel being all you have just as you are all he has, so I made them traitors lol

But also, the sweet sweet taste of betrayal is always worse when it's from the people you trusted the most

Reader's parents were the ones to snitch on Morningstar's mom since they believed she was using witchcraft on you

They just wanted to protect you as you were slowly acting weirder and weirder the more time you spent in the forest

Naturally, the first person they blamed was the lady who everyone already kinda thought was a witch

Really, it's just that your curiosity led to you being enraptured by others "true" selves, warping and twisting your views on people, including yourself

That being said, your light and Helel's shadows being irregular ends up implying that the shadows and light you see never fully expressed whether a person was really "good" or "bad," just as the world is never black and white

Were you always insane? Or was it your abilities that drove you mad? Or perhaps your reliance on said abilities was what brought you to your downfall?

Regardless of what conclusion you come too, I hope it was fun

"Apricity" and "Zephyr" Fun Facts:

I actually only wrote Apricity since a friend said there wasn't enough Ithaqua fics

Legit I didn't feel like writing another fanfic ever again since my first one (I still get nightmares of it every night)

I never intended for Zephyr to exist, but I really wanted to show that one, you aren't an oblivious idiot, and two, you only got that one on one match because you specifically asked for it, worked for it, because you were willing to try and keep him in your life instead of letting him slip away

Because I wrote Zephyr after Apricity, Zephyr built on and sometimes conflicted with Apricity, which led to me straight up having to go back through it at least two hundred times

Despite that, I've kinda already forgotten what happened in both fics 💀

"Sweetest Thing" Fun Facts:

Currently the one and only non-Ithaqua fanfic I have (hint hint)

Another fic for another friend, and honestly I had a blast writing it

More people need to write for the ladies cause I don't see them enough >:[

This idea ended up coming from a random prompt generator that threw at me "royal" and "baking cookies together"

It's extremely attractive when someone tries to cook for you, especially when they aren't good because it shows they care and want you to know they care even though they aren't confident in themself

Their love for you overpowers their fear of failure and the unknown

And failing then trying to do it together is also super sweet

I might end up doing this prompt again but with Ithaqua at some point

(Morningstar accidentally making bread instead of cake or a salty scone instead of a cookie sounds fun too)

("Is that a scone dusted in salt???" "...I was trying to make sugar cookies.")

"New Beginnings" Fun Facts:

I hate this fic with a burning passion

I put too many ideas in and described too much

Literally I think this is the worst fic I've posted thus far

It was meant to show a world where Ithaqua and Nathaniel are happy siblings, then go into the romance bit with the reader and be all sweet and sappy

This fic made me understand why writers start killing off characters out of nowhere

HOW DO YOU ONLY WRITE FLUFF???

Let me just sprinkle in a little angst,,, just a little...

Half considered shooting Nathaniel mid fic for fun/hj

In conclusion, I'm never writing a fic with more than one central idea ever again

"Mercy" Fun Facts:

Well, first and foremost, the fact that it has a title at all is probably a surprise

Yes, it does have a title, but no, I'll never actually put it there in the post

It doesn't look nice when I do :<

I should probably try and format my posts differently-

It was honestly pretty difficult to write this since I had never gotten a request before and didn't know how to do it

I think in the end, it turned out pretty decent

I hope to get better at writing requests in the future since they make me happy

The prompt actually made me realize that duo hunters is basically a goldmine of opportunities

Jealousy, betrayal, character dynamics, and other things are so much easier to do when you're in the perfect setting for it

"Paper Stars" and "Glass Heart" Fun Facts:

This idea started when I saw a reel on Instagram about this person who made a bunch of paper stars

I've always thought it was cool, and then I remembered the little legend and was like "mmm yes angst"

It was a new flavor too! Unrequited love instead of self sabotage

Oh wait actually it's self sabotage in a trench coat and a hat

Well, technically both since you didn't know that your love wasn't unrequited 

This duo fic was actually gonna be a trio fic with the last one being happy

But I think I like the amount of emotional damage I've inflicted with Glass Heart

(If requested though I'll finish writing the third part)

(It's called Velvet Moon)

I actually never had a chance to add this in, but later on, Ithaqua finds out that those who remained in the manor never had to participate in matches again, so his sacrifice was for nothing

No I am not sorry

[lemonthepotato]

So I finished Helluva Boss today. I like to make notes when I consume a piece of media. I never said those notes were peak maturity. Far from.

Enter.

Two seconds in: holy shit is that MORDERCAI?? 😰😰😰😰 no wayyyyyyyy.

And that kids, is how you traumatise a class of kids. I mean, I know I’m meant to feel bad for… whatever her name is, but those poor children 😭

HELP I LAUGHED LIKE AN IDIOT WHEN SHE THAT KID GOT CHOKEHELD IM A MONSTER OMG. IM SORRY 😭 it was just so funny 2 me I’m so so sorry.

She’s kinda hot tho when she’s a demon. Ngl.

I need the furry wolf’s number. IMMEDIATELY. I am DOWN BAD.

Is that fucking… stock horror music? HAHAHA- no no I’m imagining it, but imagine if it was.

HES BRITISH. THE BATHTUB GUY IS BRITISH.

BRUH. HES DOWN BAD, EVEN AFTER THE SHIT HES STILL RAMBLING ON?? HIRE A HOOKER!! GOD ITS ALWAYS… certain types of… I’m Irish, okay?!?! It’s a personal attack on me!

HAHAHA. L. L MOXIE L. The family just died anyway that’s a fucking LlLlLlLlLlL.

Closing thoughts: give me the satanic wolfs number immediately. I am down bad rn.

Rating: 3/5.

It kept me entertained, and hooked.

Episode 2:

This song reminds me of a particular band, I just don’t know what. There’s a certain “style” that’s familiar to it. I don’t know what.

Yeah I just. I saw that exact thing coming. Something going wrong, and something going wrong fast.

Octavia is just like me except my dad hates me and is just as unstable as my mom.

Okay so here’s my question: his eyes. Uhhh, the British bathtub guy. I forgot. It’s full red, is that his iris? How huge is his range of vision? Because MINE? Hun-knee, I have visual snow syndrome and shit eyesight, I’m nearsighted, this British fucker- see I’m Irish so this is a personal attack on me.

If you become a demon when you die, are their kids biological or did they die too?… dark thought.

Is there another… character that isn’t Moxie? Because I don’t care to remember his name tbh. So I’ll call him ‘Not Moxie’.

Blitzo, Stolas, I get it mixed up. And I can’t tell who Moxie is and who… the other one is. Moxie has a high voice, right??? I don’t know. I’ll learn it eventually.

Imagine your dad loving you. Couldn’t be me. Ever. Now I’m shedding. Skin or tears? You decide. (I shed my skin when emotional, like a snake. HISSSS)

Thoughts: Poor Via.

Ranking: 3/5. I liked it, I guess.

Episode 3:

God damn it why are all the female demons so hot. Damn you episode. I mean, *ahem* hello senora. ;)

I think my favourite characters so far are uh… what’s her name? Something -ica, and uh…….. the asshole. What was his name? Is he Stolas or Blitzo? I keep forgetting. 😭

Can I call her Titanic? No reason. She just looks like a… Titanic. Surely there are kids called that. (Rereading this I had a reason for this but I don’t fucking remember what the fuck?)

Blitzo. Gotta remember that. Blitzo. Ok. I’ve got it.

…UH OH. IVE BEEN CAUGHT. HELP THAT FOURTH WALL BREAK CREEPED ME OUT OK IM SORRY FOR BEING A SIMP IM SORRY.

Overall thoughts: None.

Ranking: 5/5. It was my favourite episode so far.

Episode 4

Uh… I liked how the piano switched places just to fall on his head? Yeah this episode kinda was meh.

2/5.

Episode 5:

Yeah I didn’t care much for this either.

2/5. Maybe I’m not paying attention enough.

Episode 6:

Okay so Red girl (what I’ve been calling in my head) is called Millie.

“Ee-dough” it’s pronounced Eh-doe period. In Japanese, ‘e’ means the ‘eh’ sound.

Is that. I was right, that’s just House Of Leaves or whatever?? It’s not bad to use horror stock music just funny.

Ohhh, Stolas is the bathtub guy. I think I’m developing a sexual attraction to him. Not as much as I was down bad for Loona. And the other one. Ika. I’m calling her Ika. Wait, Verosika?

Episode 7:

Okay… I am now realising that Moxie and Millie are married. I’m kinda dumb.

Season 2:

Lmao M&M.

HELP STOP GASLIGHTING MOXXIE INTO THINKING HES FAT EVERYONE IS SO MEAN TO HIM SHHSHSHS

Ah yes, the angel dust treatment. “Harder.”

Bro the pain of someone typing and then not responding.

Ok… why is season one episode 8 only out now? Huh? I don’t understand… (I checked the desc, nvm my words)

The mean girls reference XD.

I’ve heard of holding your breath, but not under honey?

The more I hear Kesha-

You: Her name is Beelzebub

Me: Anyway Kesha

The more I hear her, the more I might develop a Keshaccent. She’s cool but she seems like the kind of girl who would’ve bullied me for being autistic in high school.

So this takes place after uh… what happened again? I forgot. The night at the… lust club? Yeah whatever I forgot. Obvious from the start, just forget what exactly happened… anyway, how the fuck can Blitzo DIE ALONE?! HES IN HELL! You need a cold shower man…

Overall thoughts: I liked it. I’d give it a 7/10. I thought I wouldn’t like it, but I also thought that about XRA… I liked some characters, and even the ones that are like- beyond horrible people (like stella) I found entertaining to watch at the very least.

Pro’s:

- I liked the characters relationships with each other in various episodes. It made for comedic, or sometimes sad situations.

- I rarely found myself bored.

- It was pretty okay.

Cons:

- Some of the humour bordered on whiplash. Going from an emotional scene to comedic can be… really distracting. It wasn’t too much of an issue. I guess it’s intended as comic relief. Some of the humour was also immature which can throw some people off but I didn’t mind, I like vulgarity.

- Honestly, I can’t think of much else to critique. It was pretty good. It just didn’t impress me, or wow me, or make me feel much other than ‘oh, that’s sad’ or ‘oh, that’s funny’. But that’s okay.

Edit: I forgot to watch the pilot episode… and a new episode dropped today. So yeah, did that, been there. It’s been there did that, not… did that been- ugh why do I care about the semantics of this?

[sugarmint-farm]

Summertime crushes (pt 1)

Sebastian sighed, wiping his forehead with a rag and unknowingly leaving a grease stain behind. The oppressive heat was horrid, but it meant that Demetrius wouldn’t be leaving the house today. That meant it was the perfect opportunity to work on his motorcycle without disruptions or nagging. Sam and Abigail had come over too, and were playing music in the shade. 

He rolled out from under the bike and sat up, stretching out and groaning in relief. “Toss me a beer?” 

Sam grinned and pulled one out of the cooler, throwing it over. “How are things under there?” 

He knocked off the cap with his wrench and took a sip. “Good. The chain needs cleaning, and I’ll need some new brakes soon.” 

Abigail perked up. “Going into the city soon, then?” 

“Probably.” He shrugged. “Why, you want to come?”

“Yeah! Bee has been talking about a concert she wants to take me to next friday, would you bring me?” She pouted towards him, puppy eyes glistening. 

 He laughed a little. “Those haven't worked in years. But sure.” 

She pumped a fist. “Hell yeah! Thanks, Seb!” 

He grinned and took another sip of beer, the cool drink providing a small bit of relief. 

“Oh, speaking of concerts, I found this great band I’ll show you at practice, I think they’re really awesome.” Sam spoke up, grinning. “They’re Zuzu based, so maybe we can even catch a show one time.” 

“I’m the only one with a car. Of any sort. And it’s a two person cycle.” Sebastian deadpanned. 

“Do y’all need a car?” Sebastian perks up almost imperceptibly at the farmer’s voice. Sam grins and waves them over, beaming. Abigail grins too. 

“Ayy, (Y/n)!” Sam called out. “What’s up?” 

You plop down on the grass next to Sam, directly across from Sebastian. Sebastian flushed, grateful that he was already red from the heat. Your muscular arms and shoulders were on display today, and as much as he hated the heat, he couldn't help but be thankful that it let him see this. 

“Honestly, not much. The sprinklers your mom helped install have been a real lifesaver this year, and I’ve been able to go fishing more. The other day I even pulled a massive halibut! Enough about me, though. What’s this I heard about needing a car?” The others looked to Sebastian to explain, and he froze up, so Sam took over. 

Sebastian honestly wanted to explain, he did! But you were so pretty and you were smiling at him which like nobody but his two friends and his mom did and he just panicked. His cheeks burned in shame, and he ducked his head down in a poor attempt to hide. 

“Oh, Breakfast of the Damned? I could totally bring y’all there! I actually know the bassist, so I could probably get you some cheaper tickets.”

Sam gasped. “What! No way!” He reached over and grabbed his shoulder, shaking it. “Seb, they know the bassist!” 

Abigail was bouncing slightly. “That’s so cool, (Y/n)! You would really do that for us?!”

You laughed at their excitement. “Yeah, totally. Would you like to come, Sebastian? I think Jax would like you.” 

He blinked, and glanced up to meet your eyes. “Yeah, sure.” 

You beamed, and from the corner of his eye he saw Abigail’s eyes widen briefly. He dismissed it though, simply basking in your full attention. “Awesome. I’ll text them and ask when the concert dates are.” You grinned at Sam, and then turned to Sebastian again. “Off topic, I heard you were the guy to go to for wifi hookups?” 

He relaxed. This was comfortable territory. “Yeah, don’t you have it already though?”

“Nah.” You shrugged. 

Sam gaped at you. “No way! But you’ve already been here like a year and a half!” 

You shrugged again. “It just wasn’t important.” 

Sebastian hummed. “Well, I could get it set up within the week if you were willing to wait.”

 “Of course! How much?” 

He would do anything for you, he’s not going to make you pay for it. “Nothing, consider it payback for boosting Mom’s business so much.” 

You frowned. “What? No. How about... 2500? Might have lowballed it a bit, though.” 

He choked. That would be enough for a new monitor. No way was he letting you pay that much. “No way! 500, max!” 

You rolled your eyes. “3000, last offer.” 

“NO!” He shouted, then flinched back. 

You laughed. “3000 then.” You pulled out a pouch, heavy with gold, and cupped his hands over it. He couldn’t even hand it back, stunned by the gentle pressure of your hands on his. He couldn’t even move, honestly. 

Sam laughed. “Ha, you broke him, (Y/n)!” 

Abigail laughed, though it was slightly off. “Y-yeah, you broke him…” 

You flushed. “I just don’t want him to undervalue himself so much! It’s hard work!” 

Sam smiled. “I’ve been telling him that!” 

You nodded. “Thank you, Sam.” You stood up and dusted off your shorts, and Sebastian grew even redder as his face was level with your toned thighs. “Hey, Sam, wanna come with me to the cave to grab some of the beer I tried to make? We can bring it back to try.”  

“Sounds great!” The two of you walked off, talking cheerfully. 

Sebastian mumbled out, “Holy shit they held my hand.”

 “What?” Abigail said. 

“Holy shit they held my hand.” 

Abigail choked on her drink, then cackled gleefully, leaning back as Sebastian’s face burned. “I thought I was imagining things! You like them! Sweet Yoba, this is amazing.” 

Sebastian spluttered. “N-no, no I don’t! I just- I... “ He hangs his head. “Yeah.”

“Oh, you’re a total simp too, aren’t you.”

He slumped lower. “Yeah…” 

Abigail laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure that you have a shot.” 

Sebastian snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’ll believe that the day Demetrius asks me about my job and listens.” He rolled his eyes and stood up, going back to work on his bike. 

Abigail sighed. “Stubborn idiots.” She mumbled.

{time skip}

Sebastian was just finishing up as he heard a loud crash. He jolted and hit his head on the bike, then rolled out holding his forehead and glaring. “WHA-” He startled backwards as he registered how close you suddenly were. 

“That sounded nasty, Sebastian. Mind if I take a look?”

He nodded mutely, and you gently cupped his cheek and tilted his head upwards towards you. He promptly felt like combusting and regretted agreeing very much. You were… stunning, even with your brows furrowed in concern. He stared helplessly up at you as you brought out a handkerchief out to clean his forehead off, subconsciously leaning into your touch. Your every movement was gentle, and he bit back a sigh at how wonderful it felt to feel like he was worth being gentle for. Not even his mother had been this gentle with him since he was a kid. Yoba, you were amazing. 

The moment was over too quickly, and he followed your palm briefly as you pulled away, before jolting back in embarrassment. You grinned at him. “Your head seems okay, Sebastian. Some ice might help, but it would likely help more with the heat than the headache.” 

He nodded. “Thanks. For helping. With that.” Yoba, why did he keep pausing? Why was he so awkward? Strike him down now, please. 

You laughed. “No problem. I’m glad you’re okay.” 

He hesitantly smiled back at you. “Yeah.” 

You grabbed his hand, and tugged him up. “C’mon, Sam and Abigail set up near the lake, we’re gonna swim some!” You pulled him along, chattering away, and he followed you, listening in quiet adoration. He really, really liked you, and he desperately hoped you felt the same.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

Dainsleif SUPREMACY MWAHAHAHAHAH

@genshin-idiot : here's your Dainsleif content

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @lehra @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @lilydewi22 @yellowflowre @traveler-lumine @nonniechan

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Layers

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution 

Character: Jonah Clemence

Prompt: Happy birthday @kimi00twin​ for the one and only Jonah simp (even if you have at large replaced him with other tsuns I have no idea about) I hand you the Queen of Hearts and his love path! 

Warnings: Mentions of food, lots of sweet food.

Word count: -1K

Masterlist

🖤 (black heart): First impression

“It is an honour to meet you.” A generic line, a polite gesture. It had meant nothing at all, and in any other company it would have been met with a response of “likewise!”. Not with a certain min-haired coloured young man that served as the Queen of the troops.

“Of course it is an honour to meet me. Now say it like you mean it.”

Least to say, the first impression wasn’t too good.

💜 (purple heart): First Meeting

“A Clemence?” you repeated, watching the man beam in pride as he puffed up his chest.

“Yes, Clemence. Did you not hear my introduction?” Jonah had told you in that brisk haughty manner of his and you realised that he was proud of it for another reason than you had recognised it from. It didn’t matter as you dismissed that pride, having defaulted that to his main trait before you let your question roll.

“Are you related to Luka?” And that had been the trigger to a lot of gushing. You nearly heard the ‘Oh my god’ in that typical valley girl accent before you looked past the very image and the first impression you had of Jonah, seeing a loving brother who missed his brother terribly.

💙 (blue heart): Understanding

“He is just going through a rebellious phase.” That was what Jonah always said about his brother’s decision to be with the Black Army. In part the phrase grinded you, for you knew better than to call it a rebellious phase. To call it a rebellious phase was dismissive, but somewhere you felt that Jonah wasn’t dismissing his brother. Not entirely.

If you had seen through him right you knew that Jonah wasn’t one who expressed himself directly. Even if his affections were flamboyant and he himself was extravagant and honest to a fault, he had strange reservations about expressing himself in the ways that perhaps mattered the most to others.

“I focussed myself entirely on serving the King; to the point that I pushed my brother away,” he one day confessed and there you saw it, that light of understanding that didn’t want to word itself. The guilt he didn’t want to admit to, but carried heavily anyway.

What a silly man he was.

💚 (green heart): Friendship

“We are friends, right?” you confronted him one day. It earned Jonah a wide-eyed look and an uncharacteristic stutter as he glared down at you.

“Why are you asking that? Isn’t it obvious? Why else would I be wasting my time with you?”

You translated that as a simple ‘yes’ even if that wasn’t what he said, beaming a smile back at him in delight.

“Such an honour, oh Queen of mine!” you jested back, not missing that little dust of blush on his face.

💛 (yellow heart): Crushing

There was something within Jonah that he couldn’t express out loud. When he thought of his family, when he thought of his duty and his role as the Queen of the Red Army. It made his throat swell up as he looked at you, the words dying out as his heart ached.

Jonah knew what it meant. He couldn’t delude himself otherwise, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to delude himself, right?

“Honour, what honour,” he had huffed at himself, but pride was his biggest obstacle after all.

🧡 (orange heart): Confession

“You don’t understand, mille-feuille is supposed to exist out of many layers. Not just this…”

He had unleashed himself into a passionate oration on the components that made a mille-feuille, but most importantly, what made it perfect. “And you are supposed to eat it all together!” he continued when he saw you try to lift off a layer and eat it separately.

To this you rolled your eyes, pushing the plate towards him as you dropped the fork.

“Then have your mille-feuille, alone. Sounds like the perfect date,” came your somewhat grumpy response and Jonah realised that he had perhaps harped at you for a bit too long about the pastry he loved so much.

Reaching out for you he pulled you back down, eyes wide in panic as he blurted out what was perhaps the most honest thing he has ever said:

“But I'd rather have you!”

❤️ (red heart): Lover

Perhaps making a mille-feuille was a little selfish, but Jonah could honestly not think of anything else to surprise you with. After all, what was a more perfect pastry than the mille-feuille? Especially one made and passed by his honourable hands.

And it was special between the two of you. Or so he at least liked to believe, making him even more fond of the pastry than he had been before. The layers sticking together with cream, the fresh fruits. It all symbolised what you guys shared so well.

“What are you doing, Jonah?” you asked and the Queen of Hearts was quick to cover up his surprise, the cream barely off his face when he spun around to you.

“Nothing dishonourable. Don’t sneak up on me like that, it is unbecoming!” he scolded you, earning another roll of your eyes as you tiptoed around the man, quick to whisk away the cover and revealing the surprise.

“Ooooh, mille-feuille!” you exclaimed, and Jonah could only give in now, his surprise collapsing as he pulled you into a hug.

“For your birthday, and only the best of the best! With the greatest honour being that it was made by me!”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that Luka had tipped you off earlier when he mentioned Jonah had been asking for his mille-feuille recipe earlier. Neither that whatever was in the dish didn’t look much like the beloved pastry that brought you two together. It was your present to him, you supposed.

[onelamewriter]

Lantern Rite [ Baizhu ]

Summary: Where you and Baizhu are stuck at the pharmacy during the entire lantern rite, but that won't stop your from taking your boyfriend to see them on their last spectacle. Pairing: Baizhu x gn!reader Warnings: None, pure shameless fluff for my mans, male traveler also appears at the beginning, there are a few paragraphs that makes Baizhu look sus and they happened by accident lmao, also a thought but... Baizhu with a buff s/o?? That man can't lift a box on his own so he needs a big strong bae to do it for him u.u Words: 2,342

A/n: This is based off of this post from @ceciliablossoms, a true Baizhu simp intellectual and I respect that. I hope you all can enjoy this mess!

THE SKIES OF LIYUE WERE WARM, soft red and calming yellow melding together into an darkening orange hue as the sun started to hide behind the mountains, a cue to tell the people to prepare to turn their lights on for another lively night at the harbor.

You glanced up to see some birds flying above you, huffing as you shifted the large wooden crate in your arms as you spotted the Bubu Pharmacy in the close distance.

"Are you sure you don't need any help? We could stay for a bit at the pharmacy before going to the others." Aether asked, a bag of cor lapis carefully hanging off one shoulder. You had been doing a commission for Baizhu to pick up some medicines to restock, as Qiqi had already gone out to pick flowers and herbs earlier and he couldn't leave the pharmacy unattended.

On the way to the harbor you encountered Aether and Paimon, who you had already seen around for the past few days doing commissions and helping the citizens. On your walk to and fro, you talked with the duo and heard their stories (and Paimon complaining about having too much work to do, with Aether then retaliating that she does nothing, to which Paimon screeched at him for).

With what little free time they had right now, they were headed to the Wangshu Inn to visit a friend and decided to accompany you to the pharmacy. You really pitied the poor boy, a festivity in which he has to do more work than one should for a holiday. But alas, you've lived in Liyue for years now, enough to know that that was how the land of contracts worked, so there was nothing much to be done there.

That said, you weren't about to put more of a workload on the blond's shoulders, so you waved off his request to help.

"No need, me and the Bubu staff can handle everything for today. Don't worry."

He eyed the heavy crate in your arms with uncertainty, you followed his gaze and sighed, hastily ushering him away with one hand and light shoves on the back before he could retort. "It's the last day of the Lantern Rite, you won't get a chance like this until next year, Aether. Go back to the inn and keep convincing your friend to go with you before it's too late, okay? I heard everyone's cooking will be on their top game, especially today."

The last comment was meant for Paimon and she certainly got it. With both your gentle prodding and the small pixie's aggressive pulling of his hair, Aether had no choice put to rush to the inn before sundown. From what he's told you about his Wangshu friend, he was a very adept introvert, so you could wish Aether nothing but good luck on his little self-quest to make this 'Xiao' person enjoy the last bit of the rite (at the back of your mind, you could recall Qiqi telling about someone with the same name one morning).

Now with the otherworldly duo out of sight, you proceeded to walk up the large set of stairs, skipping two when the weight of the crate started to become more prominent.

Baizhu was inside behind the counter, looking down on some old, yellowing books when he heard shuffling coming near. An exhale through his nose was all he gave away to his weariness as he closed the book, Changsheng hissing at the dust it picked up before curling tighter around his shoulders. Baizhu closed his eyes and prepared a well-practiced smile for whatever customer would come, polite formalities rolling off his tongue before seeing who it was. His smile, however, quickly turned into genuine when he saw it was you, a glint in his eye only your presence could evoke as he went rounded the desk to greet you.

"Welcome back, love," he said, pressing a soft peck to your cheek as you entered the threshold. "What did it took you so long?"

You smiled at his gesture and returned it in like, lightly patting his side to tell him to silently ask to step aside, "I ran into the outlanders on my way to the harbor and got a bit distracted, so sorry." you placed the crate on top of the desk, careful to move any important papers out of the way first, and couldn't hold back a relieved sigh once the hardwood of the box didn't dug into your forearms. "I got the goods though, check if everything you need is in it so we can go back to stocking them."

"Of course, of course. Always such an efficient job done with you." Baizhu mused, golden hues eyeing the way you rubbed at your forearms to relieve some of the irritation away. Then he hummed, "Let's get you something for that too, Qiqi came back not too long ago with the flowers, so I would need your help to prepare the ailment creams since Gui hasn't returned yet."

"Aye, aye..." you absentmindedly nodded, already used to the work schedule after being with the doctor so much. Rolling your shoulders to relieve the tension and cracking your knuckles (ignoring Baizhu's side-eye at the motion) you moved to the back and started to work.

That's how it usually was, with Baizhu at the front and center, Gui outside or at the back putting medicines together, Qiqi out herb-picking, and you dropping by to aid them. You had your own commissions for the Guild to attend to, yes, but you could always lend a hand to the pharmacy every bit that you could. With Baizhu's poor condition and Qiqi's short-term memory, you worried over the pair— of course, your deepest condolences were to Herbalist Gui, as he was the most normal and healthy out of the two and often left to manage the shop and heavy-handling, he never complained though, and you had to admire his determination.

Baizhu had once warned you that juggling between Guild commissions and helping in the pharmacy was once going to take its toll on you, and while you didn't doubt such methods were going to come bite you in the ass, you wouldn't turn down the chance to help out and lighten their workload.

He's warned you, yet never seems to decline any of your offers and takes advantage of them in stride. You don't think too much about that.

Eventually, the little sun rays that were left eventually snuffed out, the streets of Liyue lighting up once again by the red lights in people's homes and business. The harbor was particularly buzzing with energy as people hurried to make lanterns and write wishes, the one moment of calm you guys had in the pharmacy while people were hurried on and about.

As the last person left the premises, Gui stepped out as well when Baizhu relieved him to find a place he could watch the lantern release. Once the herbalist was gone, it was just you, Qiqi, and Baizhu left inside, with you and him having a pleasant talk with each other; you leaning on your elbows in the desk counter as Baizhu finished writing down some recipes for the next day. Qiqi was sitting on the floor whilst flipping her notebook for small notes of today.

It was peaceful, even with the rite on-going and people moving on and about, their sounds didn't reached you here. It was a nice change from the usual lively Liyue and your hefty life as an adventurer. No fighting, no imminent danger, no Fatui. Just you and the small little family that were Baizhu and Qiqi (you'd dare to call them as such, even if not directly).

"What do you think people are wishing for this year?" you asked him, cheek on your palm as you eyed him crouch down behind the desk you were on.

"The resurrection of Rex Lapis," due to his light tone, you assumed he was jesting (you thought), and your head bobbed with quiet laughter.

"True, true, that whole... sea monster thing could have been solved with him here," you weren't blessed by any Archon, so your connection to Liyue went as far as being a native. "But Mora would also be a good wish too, no? Loads of it!"

"Oh, wouldn't you say?" Baizhu gave a small smile, peering up at you through his lashes. "You better not have jinxed me, (Y/n). Wishes are meant to be private affairs."

"Hey, I didn't asked what you wished for! So it doesn't count," you had dragged him to the harbor one day, to accompany to at least make a wish. You wished for him to get better from his unknown illness, and you hope that he wished the same thing too (is eternal life too far-fetched from that? Is it still selfish if he wished for you to be by his side through it all?).

"Either way," Baizhu grunted a little as he stood back up from his crouch, clapping his hands together to get rid of any dust. "success in business is also a desirable wish. Since the Rites of Descension are going to be over with without the Geo Archon to supply his assistance."

You nodded, "Yes, but what about— oh! Wouldn't Mora go obsolete since Rex Lapis can't make it anymore? We'd all run out eventually."

"Now you certainly want to jinx us."

"Just thinking out loud!"

"Please, love," he leaned over the desk to be face to face with your grinning form, eyes glancing to your lips for a second before locking sights with you. "don't be a bad omen to the pharmacy. I would hate to have to ban you from visiting so constantly if so."

You playfully scoffed, a laugh following after. "You ban me? Oh, Baizhu, beloved," you neared your face closer to his, just an inch separating your lips. His lips twitched when a smirk adorned your features, (e/c) eyes narrowing at sly golden hues filled with secrets you can only dream unveil, "I'd like to see you try."

"Heyyy..." a small voice interrupted your stare off, snapping both of you out of your reverie. You looked down and saw Qiqi tugging on your shirt, her half-lidded eyes staring blankly at you.

"Ah, wh-what's the matter, Qiqi?" You were about to smooch in front of the child, well done. You sort of wished she hadn't stopped you, but oh well.

Still holding onto your shirt, she used her free hand to point to the night sky outside. You blinked at her once before gasping, "Oh! The lanterns?" she nodded. "Well let's go then! Wouldn't want you to miss 'em!" looking at Baizhu again you jerked your head to the exit of the pharmacy for him to follow you both, and then took Qiqi's hand and led her out.

Baizhu watched you two leave, and then he sighed. A breathy laugh turned into a chuckle rose from his throat, he placed a strand of loose hair behind his ear and stared at the spot where you had been standing, a smile starting to form on his lips.

"You have it bad," Changsheng mused, a hint of mockery in her slithery tone, but he ignored her (he does that a lot, she knows, but just this once, she won't chastise him for it).

"Baizhu! You're going to miss the Mingxiao lantern, come on!"

He sighed — almost swooned, he'd say— your voice easily carrying him to where you were standing outside the pharmacy, Qiqi on your shoulders as you leaned forward on the railing. Your gaze caught his when he stood beside you and you offered a smile before turning back to the harbor to see the lantern release (not even all the stars in the sky could compare to the shine in your eyes, he notes).

And the sky is soon became engulfed with Xiao lanterns, floating lights softly elevating in the night, soon to become only dots adorning the midnight umber that contrasts it. A beautiful display indeed, especially when the awaited Mingxiao lantern of Skybracer was released, painting the skies with a celestial blue and golden. A worthy show to honor and their gratitude to the fallen, mighty, Adepti.

But if Baizhu had anything to say, such theatrics wouldn't even come close to hold a candle to you. He had glanced at you not long after the Mingxiao, you were awestruck by the display, regardless of how many times you had seen it in the past, your eyes reflected the lantern lights in a beautiful mix. You glanced up at Qiqi, asking for her opinion on the 'pretty lights', she answered you by draping her small arms over your head, chin resting comfortably on the crown of your head and your eyes closed when you laughed, not doubting that she had enjoyed it.

You seemed to have caught his wandering (dare he say, adoring) gaze, for you smiled at him yet again, that smile that caused his heart to go faster and stop at the same time, rapid palpitations that bounced off his ears, he was afraid you'd hear it.

"Happy lantern rite, Baizhu." your eyes crinkled at the corners, your eyes as loving as they've ever been for him and him alone. A smile, a glance, a touch of the hands, something so simple for most, yet something that meant indescribably the world to him.

There was a warmth enveloping the tips of his ears, he was glad the glow of the lanterns wasn't strong enough for you to see it. In the peaceful atmosphere where the soft light of the sky showered all of Liyue, an arm found its way around you, a tender touch against your skin that made you lean into it, pulling you as close to him as he could. This time, he could guaranteed that he had swooned and you certainly heard it. Good.

"...Happy lantern rite to you, too, (Y/n)." Please allow him to spend more with you.

[exphhoria]

Hello!! I love your blog sm and thank you for all the venti stuff you wrote <33 but i saw that there weren't any for Xiao and was wondering if i could request a scenario of Xiao telling other adepti or Zhongli how he feels when the reader (who is also an adeptus) is around but he doesn't know what that emotion is?? I hope this makes sense but hes in love and doesn't know it >~<

When He’s Clueless

Character(s): Xiao

Format: Headcanon and Drabble

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 645

Note: Pls I love Xiao so much but I just have been writing other characters. Here, have this food to feed your needs, also idk if I did him justice but hey, at least I tried?

Another Note: Self-edited because I wrote this at 2-3am and my editor is asleep

Xiao has always been a closed off person. Even to Zhongli, he rarely opened up. However, it was different with you.

Maybe it was because you had known each other for thousands of years. Maybe it the way that your eyes shined whenever you spoke about your interests. Or perhaps it was the way you greeted him with a kind smile and a hug whenever you saw him.

Nonetheless, the adeptus loved spending time with you and was always delighted to speak to you. You were one of the rare few that he engaged in conversation in with while at Wangshu Inn. He may only make a few short comments here and there but, you could tell he cared.

Xiao always felt... odd when you were around. There was a certain fluttering sensation in his chest he felt whenever he spoke to you. Just looking at you caused a smile to tug at his lips. He always found himself sneaking quick glances at you from across the room and when your arm brushed against his, he felt his cheeks burn in the slightest. It was a jumble of new feelings that he didn't quite understand and he wanted to know what they meant.

So, of course, he consulted Zhongli.

"What I believe you're experiencing is the mortal emotion known as 'love.'" the archon stated.

"L-love?" Xiao uttered, baffled.

Zhongli nodded as he put down his cup of tea. It was Huangshan Maofeng tea, a variety of green tea. The scent was intoxicating, the sweet aroma of orchids wafting its way through the air.

Xiao scoffed, muttering, "I do not feel such foolish emotions as love."

The Geo user in turn responded with, "The speed of your heartbeat increases when you're around them, yes?" The Yaksha mumbled a soft 'yes' before letting his superior continue. "Your face also reddens when you interact from what I have observed. These are symptoms of love. What you choose to do with this information is up to you however, I suggest you tell them."

Xiao nodded and in the blink of an eye, disappeared. Zhongli chuckled, looking up at the clear sky as a flock of cranes flew by. He wasn't quite surprised that the young adeptus finally found someone he loved but, it was unexpected in a way.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

You were sitting on the railing of the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn, leaning forwards. You were waiting for Xiao as you have almost everyday around sunset. The view yonder was breathtaking, scarlet painting the sky as the sun gradually disappeared on the horizon. Next to you on the wooden fencing was a delicately arranged plate of almond tofu, intricate decorations and seasoning adorning the white dish.

Sensing Xiao appear at your rear, you smiled, "Today looks lovely, don't you agree?"

He silently made his way over to you until you could see his agile form in the corner of your eyes. The way his hair fell perfectly on his face mesmerized you. How his slim figure could be so lean yet also perfectly built was enchanting.

A/N: This paragraph is just me simping but wHo gAvE hiM tHe riGhT tO bE sO pErFeCt LiKe dAnG- also, Xiao's smol waist is literally perfect for hugging, convince me otherwise

"I have... something I wish to share with you," the emo adeptus piped up. Curious, you turned to look at him, urging him to continue.

"... I believe what I feel for you is what mortals call... love," he admitted.

Your cheeks heated up, red dusting your face as you were reduced to a blushing mess. After about half a minute, you finally gathered your bearings and asked, "Are you sure...?"

He nodded, holding your flustered gaze. His own eyes reflected determination and sincerity. Understanding he was sure, you grinned and said, "I love you too,” then giving him a peck on the cheek.

[7soulstars]

Could I request 19 for Johnny Depp? I love your fics !! (: 😁😁🥰🥰🥰

Finally someone requested from the Prompt List ! Thank you so much! I really hope you do not mind that I used a younger Johnny in this fic! Also thank you for being patient with my lazy ass. I hope you like this!

I Wanna Be Yours

Prompt 19. “ Can we please stop saying the word 'sugar daddy’? I think my parents will appreciate it more if it’s Glucose guardian.”

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader 

Warnings: Johnny is a SIMP (I am too but that is I R R E L E V A N T), Y/N is dumb sometimes and I wanna yell at her, Pining,Fluff.

Summary: Johnny just wants to be Y/N’s .Well, he just doesn’t know yet.

............

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

“I really need to clean up Johnny ! My date’s gonna be here in an hour !”, she whines as she makes grabby hands at the air and shooting up out of her bed in panic as she looked at him, “I HAVEN’T EVEN DRESSED UP!”. “I’ll clean the room, you go get dressed”,he volunteered with a fake smile. “You are the best roommate I could ever have I promise this is the last time I’ll make you do this!”, she yelled as she ran towards the closet after blowing him a kiss.It wasn’t the last time.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

“Hey Y/N ! Need a ride? Your friend can come too !”, the boys smiled at her from inside as she looked at him with an interest .”You go ahead I’ll walk home....”, he smiled. She smiled back sweetly as she got into the Ford peeking out of it’s window. “I’ll wait for you at home”

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

He set the cup beside her desk as he walked in. “You are literally the only reason I have not gone insane yet...”,she dragged as she looked up from her test notes and books the red tint on his cheek going unnoticed by her. Although she said that for the 6th time already.

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Let’s go out to eat ! I saved money and it’s on me”, shse argued as he kept refusing and he finally gave in. “Tell me where should we go?”, she plopped her head on his shoulder as she didn’t see him smile. “Anywhere...”, he said, “I’ll go anywhere you want to go."

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought.

Sometimes when she was sad she’d keep looking at her wallet and smile a bit. She always hid it when he was close. She’d never leave that damn wallet that he wanted to rip off ever alone.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

That’s all he ever wanted.

Let me be your 'leccy meter

And I'll never run out

“Get a sugar daddy to pay your bills Y/N!”, teased the girls playfully and he heard them very clear. He always sat on the table next to her with his friends at lunch. “ Can we please stop saying the word 'sugar daddy’? I think my parents will appreciate it more if it’s ‘Glucose guardian’ ”, she shot back with equal humor. “And what kind of a person would your ‘Glucose Guardian’ be ?” another asked. “An actor I guess ? I just want someone to love me and show me off and they’re all cool too.....”,she said dreamily. He had decided enough.

Let me be the portable heater

That you'll get cold without.

“You know it’s going to be lonely once you leave. No one to place my winter cold hands on....”, she said dramatically as she leaned against the kitchen, heels digging the floor as she fidgeted with them, looking at him packing his clothes. He laughed as hs mind told him the opposite. “I’ll be back before you realize also I have fixed the heater ”, he joked. “That’s not what I meant you meanie! You won’t even tell me why you’re going !”,she pouted as he laughed for the last time before leaving.

I wanna be your setting lotion

Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be).

Three knocks on the door and she opened it. Her mouth wide open before she squealed and hugged him. “Your hair grew longer !”. He thanked the heavens she noticed. “I love it!” She loved it. “I’m gon’ be usin’ your setting lotion a lot now”, he joked as he savoured her gasp.

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

He kept glancing at her at the beach they went together as he signed pictures. She’d only look at him, smile and then give a thumbs up. His cheeks dusting pink again. She was proud of him. But she won’t notice him. That is all he could think about.

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

This time she was leaving. For him it was harder than he thought. “I’ll miss you Y/N”, he said as he helped her with her suitcase. She wouldn’t say anything. She knew she wouldn’t be back here. “I’ll meet you soon”, she smiled giving him a hug and pushing him back inside.

Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

Wanna be yours

That’s all he ever wanted. All he couldn’t say.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner 

Breathing in your dust 

She stopped at her doorstep.Hearing the vaccum’s sound from inside her house. A bouquet lay on the doormat a strange feeling erupts.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina 

I will never rust .

A ford sat in the driveway as she pushed open the door. There Johnny stood smiling with a machine as he looked at her with the sweetest eyes. Her wallet lay open on the dinner table. His picture in it all along. “Do you still need a Glucose Guardian?”,he questioned as he looked at all the degrees and certificates lined up on the wall. “No but I do need a lover with whom I can love and sing along....”

I just wanna be yours 

I just wanna be yours 

I just wanna be yours 

They wanted to be each others. All this time along. Just shy to say it. There was nothing wrong. The wait was worth it. Just like the song. They were now each others. They’ll be all along.

---The End---

Yaaay! I really hope you like this! Young Johnny is a babie I love him so much🥺🥺! I really tried to do something I never do so I have no idea if this has turned out well so please do tell me🥰! I really wish more people would ask from the prompt list. It is really amazing for me to write and think about ! Do not hesitate to send me fic requests and please like, comment and reblog my work if you like it to support me! Please do not plagarise my hardwork! I hope to hear fromm you more!

~Love, Hri

[ssardothien]

Casteel and Rowan. Why.

Kris, you asked, I answered.

Here’s my essay on why I love both Rowan Whitethorn and Casteel Da’Neer

For me Rowan was a refreshing character and love interest from the moment he was introduced in HoF. I was attached to him from the very beginning, he seemed more complex to me than Dorian or Chaol could ever be (don’t hate on me for saying this, we can have different opinions and still respect each other and the characters that aren’t our favorite. I still love both of them, though I had a hard time convincing myself to like Chaol and it took me a while, but I do now). Ok I’ll start with his appearance. Let’s just admit that he’s a hottie. Tall, tanned, broad-shouldered warrior, masculine, fae ears, pretty green eyes and long silver hair. And his tattoos that are not just some doodles, but a story written down on his body, if that’s not attractive (and I’m not only talking about appearance but the whole message behind this) then I don’t know what is. And he has an accent that apparently sounds like a purr, I’m a simp. I love his personality, I love the way he’s witty around the ones he feels comfortable with. Because he doesn’t really seem to have a brilliant sense of humor, but it’s there and it will show from time to time how waggish and sassy he is. And the teasing between him and Aelin, it’s just sexy. I love that despite being through so much, despite loosing his loved ones, he’s still capable of expressing emotions (even though it takes him a little bit to open up), feeling things so deeply and loving others so fiercely. That for me is the definition of strength. The fact that he didn’t want to block his feeling anymore, that he wasn’t afraid to love someone again and be devoted to them, even though he’s been hurt before and he’s already lost so much. His gentleness, protectiveness and how caring he is toward his loved ones just melts my heart. And how he would literally give up his own life if there was a ghost of a chance that he could save Aelin by doing so. How he took an arrow that was meant for her and didn’t even hesitate. And I love him because unlike the others “Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.” When she had doubts and thought of herself as a monster he simply said “If you're a monster, I'm a monster.” and that’s just beautiful to me. And this quote: “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.” I’m sorry but if someone said such a thing to me I would simply die because my heart would not be able to take in this amount of love.

And Casteel is just another version of Rowan to me, just in a different universe. And honestly there is no way for me to say which of these two is the better one, they are equals to me, not the same but similar in so many aspects, that I put them on the same place on the podium (first ofc). I cannot choose between these two. Rowan was the first fictional character to make me feel the way I feel about him and that is a deep admiration. I’ve read HoF back in 2015 and was simping for him ever since. But when I was introduced to Casteel recently I discovered that he awakened something in me, that part of me that got so attached to Rowan. He was pulling the same strings. He’s got it all. The caring and protective part, the teasing, the devotion, the wit and sense of humor, the handsomeness, the strength, the gentleness and softness, and he’s sexy okay?

I created a table, so you can visualise what I'm trying to say, here ya go:

This whole situation gave me one more reason to reread both tog and fbaa, so I will probably post some more about this in the future.

See this post if you want to know why Kris loves Rowan Whitethorn.

See this post if you want to know why Kris will always choose Casteel Da'Neer.

[arhvste]

next stop iwa-chan!

playlist : just the two of us 

iwaizumi gently gripped y/n’s hand as he pulled her through the dark halls of aoba johsai, his old high school. everything felt so surreal, the usually busy halls and bright sunlight that would cast through the big windows, reduced to nothing more than empty space left to be filled with the soft laughter and footsteps of the pair.

he wasn't sure what had struck him to take the girl on a spontaneous 2 hour train journey from tokyo to miyagi but he did it anyway. there was something about y/n that made him want to get to know her as much as he possibly could. 

unsure of whether he was fully ready to commit to a relationship just yet, he wanted to take the girl he’d been talking to continuously back to where most of his memories were made. if he wanted to even begin to open up to her, he wanted to take her back to the start where he’d grown into the man he’d become that way she’d be getting to know him too.

-

the pair laughed as iwaizumi pulled her along all the halls and showed her all the classrooms he’d had his classes in and some of the stories that came with them. y/n listened intently laughing along with him as she gripped his hand tighter as they wandered through the closed school.

“when i said rebellious i meant someone who doesn't always wait for the stop sign before crossing the road, someone who shows up to somewhere they’re meant to be 5 minutes late with no explanation, i didn't mean someone who’d take me all the way down to miyagi and risk us getting caught breaking into a school.”

iwaizumi looked back at her and grinned.

“you should've been more specific.”

the girl rolled her eyes and allowed him to pull her further through the halls until they reached a big gymnasium. luckily the door was unlocked so iwaizumi didn't have to force it open.

“shame, would've liked to see you put your arms to good use.” y/n hummed as she brushed passed him and wandered into the spacious gym.

the latter laughed and quietly shut the door behind him as he turned to switch one of the back wall lights on leaving the room not too dark but light enough so the pair could see what they were doing.

whoever had used the gym last was obviously lazy and hadn't bothered putting the equipment away properly as the former alba johsai student noticed the poles of a net sticking out the half closed equipment cupboard.

“shittykawa wouldn't allow things to be left like this.” he muttered to himself as he went to pull the net out as y/n followed to help.

the two hoisted the net up and set it up securely as iwaizumi returned back to the cupboard to retrieve a ball.

y/n raised an eyebrow at the boy as he approached her.

“so now what? are we competing because i’ll have you know i was a pretty good ace if i do say so myself.”

iwaizumi snickered as he stretched out his broad shoulders.

“yeah? i don't doubt that y/n, you had one of the top 4 spikers in the country as a friend and he probably taught you a thing or two.”

“taught me a thing or two? excuse you but if you were to ask him i’m sure he’d tell you that i was the one who’d stay behind with him and akaashi and help him with line shots.”

the boy let out a low whistle as he bounced the ball on the floor a few times to check it wasn't deflating in any way. 

“prove it.”

y/n pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail and playfully glared at him.

“oh i will.”

-

the two played for a good hour and fifteen minutes before deciding that they were going to need to leave soon so they best stop now. having cleaned the equipment up properly the two sat down on the floor for a short while. y/n checked her phone and saw that the next train would be at 3:45AM so they had 15 minutes to rest before having to leave the way they came if they wanted to get on that train.

“you’re not bad then.”

y/n scoffed and playfully hit iwaizumi’s shoulder as he laughed and sat up.

“sorry for dragging you along here, just felt like coming here.” he said softly as he gazed up at the high ceiling.

y/n hummed and smiled at him.

“it’s fine. i didn't specify how rebellious i like my men, you’re right, but you’re really the baddest of them all.”

“you ask and you get.”

y/n moved closer to iwaizumi as he looked down at her. although he’d only known the girl for a week and a bit, he felt like he’d known her forever. she’d been so open and easy to get along with it was almost like meeting her was just meant to be. iwaizumi knew it was too early to even think about having serious feelings but he still couldn't help but notice the butterflies that would set off whenever he was around her. she kept him on his toes and made him want more.

he sighed as he ran a hand through his short messy hair. 

“something on your mind?” y/n asked.

“just thinking about how in such a short time you’ve affected me.’

“falling for me already? at least take me out on another date first.” y/n teased as he turned to fully face him.

“nah not quite yet, don’t get me wrong you're moving up the ranks of approval from me and we’re only on our second date but i still wanna get to know you a little more, it’s just been a while since i’ve done anything like this so i’m still trying to get back used to it.” 

the girl tilted her head and looked into the boys pretty eyes.

“you mean you don't usually take girls on spontaneous breaking and entering dates?” 

iwaizumi smiled as he flicked her head softly.

“nah, never done it before. you got the special treatment.”

y/n snorted and shooed his hand away from her head. 

“what’s there to get used to then?”

thinking before answering, iwaizumi looked into the girls twinkling eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them before he continued. 

“i don't know. feelings? relationships? that sort of thing. it’s been a while and wasn't really something i wanted to get back into after my last but i guess you live and you learn.” he shrugged as he stood up brushing off any dust as he offered his hand to y/n.

“i won't ask what happened but, we’ll take things as they come. you interest me and i want to know more about you. it’s been a while since my last relationship too so we can figure things out together but no matter how long things take, i hope you’ll be happy to at least feel more comfortable with the idea of getting used to this sort of thing with me.” 

still holding y/n’s hand tightly in his grip, iwaizumi pulled her into his chest as she brought his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“i think maybe i’d like that y/n.” 

the two of them walked out hand in hand as they took a slow walk back to the trainstation to catch their 3:45 train. nothing said between them, the comfortable silence wrapped the pair in their own little world as they gently swayed their arms back and fourth with each step they took.

things were still fresh and new to the pair of them but together, iwaizumi felt like maybe y/n was the girl he’d want to learn and try again with in the future. he still couldn't say for sure, but after tonight he knew he had to see more of her. the reassurance she gave him made his heart warm.

the duo paid their train fare and stepped onto the carriage as y/n quietly yawned. 10 minutes into the train ride back and she’d drifted off into a gentle sleep. iwaizumi noticed her head angled at an uncomfortable position and softly readjusted her so she’d be leaning on his shoulder. the girl smiled in her sleep and leant in closer to iwaizumi’s surprise as he watched over her.

“you really are something else.”

-

next stop iwa-chan!

iwaizumi haijime x reader

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part 15 - like u a little

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[piers-supremacy]

Long time no see. I’m still on hiatus just thought I’d share this.

I had a dream last night and Piers was in it. Which is weird because when I was actively simping for him he WOULDNT COME IN DREAMS!! But anyway.

I met Piers at a punk concert that I went to with some friends, (who don’t actually exist) we flirted for a bit then we made out and did the do. *eyebrow wiggle*

We stayed in contact after that becoming what you might call “friends with benefits” but it was obvious we were kind of in love with each other. My none existent friends didn’t approve of him saying “famous people aren’t loyal” and I told them I wasn’t worried about that because there was “nothing” between us.

Then Piers asked me out on a date to a park. Just to hang ya know, like bros. We proceeded to make out constantly. It became like one of those sitcom episodes where my friends put on disguises, went to the park and was like watching, making sure Piers wasn’t breaking my heart.

After awhile Piers walked off real quick and one of the friends came up to me and just started going off like “you can’t trust him, he’ll find another fan to make out with and leave you in the dust.” I couldn’t admit it but I didn’t like that idea, so I just said “why don’t you just let me figure out who he is. He makes me happy, and if that’s not meant to last I’ll pay for it, but you don’t get to decide.”

Then the friend stormed off when Piers came back. That’s where I remember it ending, but I knew for a fact that Piers wouldn’t do that to me so it wasn’t a bad ending. I assumed we eventually just spilled our feelings and got together for real.

Things I noticed that were strange to me:

1. Piers was wearing this red flannel and black torn jeans, he looked really good.

2. I wasn’t Dierdra, I was myself. Which somehow felt more intimate and left me feeling rather satisfied in the dream.

3. We weren’t in the pokemon universe it was my own reality, but more in my future.

All in all I really enjoyed it. I’d been growing distant from piers due to bad experiences in the fandom. It felt like a gentle reminder from him that he cared about me, and not this fake me I created to fit his reality. It was me in my own reality. Now I know he isn’t real, but it made me feel special either way, I woke up in a good fluttery mood. I felt important.