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aforestescape · 8 months ago

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thinking about older bf simon x younger reader

content includes: fat simon yummy, afab!reader, short reader, fat/chubby reader, cunnilingus, completely self indulgent

yeah i also wrote this at like 3 am:) enjoy

you meet at the grocery store you frequent. somewhere in between aisles as you’re on the phone with your cousin. talking over plans for the weekend, meeting up for drinks at her place and ordering in dinner and cheesecake. a little ways down the aisle is a tall, broad figure. you'd spotted him a minute or so previously, eyes stuck to him for a few seconds too long. eyeing the way his arms and stomach filled out the material. the barley noticeable flex as he moved to grab his item.

letting your eyes trail up from his stomach, chest, neck, and then finally his face only to realize with a start that he was looking right at you. honeyed eyes trained directly on you. watching you watch him with an intense stare that had you immediately turning out the lane. embarrassment flushing your body a few degrees hotter than normal for being caught checking this man out.

as you end your phone call and enter a new aisle you pass through it, grabbing a snack that’s no where on your grocery list but you deserve a treat. as you reach the end you find what you’re looking for. only three items left and they’re stuffed back against the shell. you roll your eyes in annoyance, rocking up onto your toes as you stretch for it. your fingers grazing over the baggy but not close enough to pinch between your fingers.

you plant back down on the ground, letting out a huff of air. pressing your body into the shelf as you attempt to grab it once again. you’re a little closer to grabbing it now. almost managing before a black clothed arm reaches past you to pluck the item.

simons hulk directly behind you, standing in a black hoodie and his normal mask covering the bottom half of his face. it doesn't hide the scars that liter the rest of it though or the ones on his hands as he reaches past you to grab the bag of granola you'd been trying to get. he steps back slightly and gives the bag to you.

you offer him a smile and thank him, voice quiet as you take in his face up close. you can only see from the bridge of his nose and up. a long scar peeking out from the half skull mask. he lets out a grunt in acknowledgment, turning to walk away before you stop him. you take a small breath, deciding to be brave because how bad could it be to ask?

“er- i hope this isn’t weird to ask, but are you single?”

he’s not expecting the question, staring you down for a few unnerving seconds before telling you that, yes he is single. and after exchanging numbers you spend the rest of the week messaging. his answers are sparse through the day but he tells you it’s because he works security during that time. he asks you about your days at night when you’re heading to bed, enjoying your mundane rambles and work tea over the phone.

you send him a picture before and some videos after you getting drunk at your cousins flat. loud music playing in the background as you down a shot, nose scrunched slightly before grinning at the camera. another of you dancing with a friend? he assumes, both of you with cups in your hand and giggling while you twirl around in her kitchen.

you haven’t known each other long at all in the grand scheme but he’s sure he can get used to this. hearing your drunken laugh and slurred speech as you head to your front door from your uber. still living at home and in your last year of university but he doesn’t care. it appeals to him honestly, your brain and that you’re studious enough to have seeked out higher education of your own wanting. he didn’t, knew it wasn’t something he’d be able to do in place of getting away from his awful home life.

leaving his mother and brother behind, doomed to their fate in order to escape the father who raised him. he praises you for it as the weeks go by and you stress to him about mid terms. over in his flat after classes, sat on the floor of his living room with books spread out. every so often he’ll reach his hand down from his spot on the couch, large fingers smoothing over your head like you’re a pet. petting your head and soothing you in his own way.

he’ll take you out on dates on his days off or pick you up to come over to his. he prefers being inside and smaller places. something he’s glad you accommodate to though really you also prefer to be indoors. date nights consisting of standing in his kitchen, prepping for dinner and talking with low music in the background. smiling and reaching on your toes to give his cheek a soft peck as he loops his thick arm round your waist.

you still hadn’t seen his entire face yet but well, you didn’t care much. it couldn’t be that different and the half you could see was attractive enough. and so was his body. you’d always been attracted to thicker frames. hairy chests and abdomens that cover up fatter tummies and delicious pecs. it both made you go absolutely feral and also made you feel more comfortable with your own thicker body.

having grown into a curvier and chubby body came with the occasional feeling of unattractiveness. it wasn’t true at all, your weight and curves only adding to your beauty, something simon said to you whenever he’d catch the way you’d stare at yourself in the mirror sometimes. leaning down and wrapping his bulk around you from behind. big, freckled and scarred arms holding you flush against him so you could feel the swell of his cock.

he’d kiss up and down your neck through his mask. low and thick accented voice singing your praises while his hands would search and grope the rolls on your body. holding the weight of your breast in his hands and squeezing as you’d moan in his arms. simon letting out a chuckle before kissing you again and keeping on with exploring you. coaxing you into bed where he could spread your plush thighs apart and worship you for hours.

keeping them apart with his forearms as he lapped up your arousal. a pillow under your lower back and your hands caught in the sheets, tugging on his hair, covering your face as you moaned in bliss. simons warm tongue spreading your lips as he flicked the muscle up and down them. letting his saliva pool and add to the obscene noises filling the air of his bedroom while he dined on you.

devouring your cunt, one hand on your stomach. caressing and squeezing and pushing down gently on it. roaming upwards to pluck and tug on your sensitive nipples. making your back arch as you cried out from the stinging pleasure. moaning into your slick cunt as he sucked on your clit. sucking and licking back down to stick his tongue inside your hole.

he’d go on for hours, holding your trembling body and praising you through every orgasm. even as you cried and shook from exertion, plush body covered in a layer of sweat. vision blurred and mind fuzzy around the edges. moans of how good you tasted, how pretty you were, how perfect your body is. all just for him, “just for me, right doll? only i get to eat this pretty pussy of yours. all mine, hm.”

and when he was finally done he’d clean you up. hold you in his arms under the blankets while you thanked him softly. pressing kisses to his chest in your sleepy and fucked out state. the telly on some random cartoon as you both drifted off in each others arms.

in a funnier world simon doesn’t actually help you at the grocers. he reaches past you and just as you’re going to turn and thank him for the hand he places the last of the granola in his own cart buggy and goes about his day. never mind the cutie who was staring at him for some reason?

anyways there will be another part cause i didn’t even get to the scene that made me want to write this🤭prepare for angst in the future hehe

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #older bf!simon #aforestescape

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satxnsupreme666 · 3 months ago

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Champagne Problems: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x Fem!reader

Masterlist

Based on Taylor Swift’s song “Champagne problems”

Summary: You loved her too early, she loved you too late, will she be able to change things and make amends for what she did?

Words: 4.7k+

Warnings: Angst but in the end is pure fluff

Author’s notes: Hi again!

So, I changed a little bit the original story:

In this one Agatha left the coven before the other witches could do something to her.

F/N means fake name in the story,

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it! ♥️

Taglist: @eliscannotdance

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

You knew something was different, something had changed between Agatha and you, you were not sure why, you thought everything was perfect, but maybe you were immersed in how she made you feel, that you had forgotten about the way she felt. You were happy with her and deeply in love with her, you were lucky to have her, she was intelligent, strong, she could memorize pages of spells just by reading them once, she could cast powerful spells and she was the strongest witch in the coven, you doubted yourself, were you not good enough for her? No, that couldn’t be right? She had told you how much she loved you and how much she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. But then, what had happened? She started to miss your reading dates at the misty forest, she stopped arriving unannounced at your room, she did not visit you like before, you were worried, what had happened?

Even when you went to her room and knocked on her door, hoping that she would open the door, it was never opened, you went from sleeping with her in her own bed to sleep alone in your cold room, you were hurt, but you didn’t know what to do, you wanted to talk with her, you were hoping she would tell you what have caused her change of attitude towards you, maybe you could work things out. Two weeks had passed since you had had a meal together, now you sat down alone at the common room eating your food, you didn’t know what was worse, feeling and being alone in a room full of people, watching how all of them talked to each other, happily enjoying their companies, some witches chattering happily with their group of friends, you also looked at some of the new couples that had formed over the days, you looked sadly at one couple that was sitting right in front of you, one of the girls had her arm around the other and the shorter one rested her head against her chest, you couldn’t stand the sight, it reminded you of how Agatha treated you before, you just felt so alone now.

You were not hungry so you decided to just go to the library, when you entered to the big room, you noticed a few witches sitting in the couch or in the chairs, all of them were silent, you looked for a book to read, passing your hand through the bookshelves and looking at the different titles, you chose a book that contained information about all the different types of plants, you smiled at the first time that you had met Agatha, it had been right here at this bookshelf, you needed the exact same book to study and when you were looking for it and found it, you took it out of the shelf and when you turned around ready to leave you bumped up against someone, it had been Agatha, it had been the best day of your life, she smiled at you apologizing, and you apologized too, you had told her you were not looking where you were going.

You stopped thinking about that day and automatically went to sit in the corner of the library where you and Agatha would always sit whenever you came to read. You tried to focus on the book in front of you, but you couldn´t, you felt as if your thoughts were louder, the room was almost silent, the other witches were reading silently and your thoughts wouldn’t stop, once again you didn’t know what to do, wherever you went, everything reminded you of your girlfriend. You had returned to your room after silently crying at the corner of the library, with puffy eyes from crying for a long time, you were now sitting in your bed, hugging your legs with your arms, you just wanted Agnes to hold you, you didn’t even know where she was. You were distracted from your thoughts by a repetitive knock on your door, you were confused, who could it be at this hour?

Slowly you got up from your bed, and walked towards the door to open it and when you opened it you were surprised, right in front of you was Agatha, standing there, her baby blue eyes looked tired and she had a weird expression you couldn’t decipher.

- “Can I come in? I need to tell you something important”- She had said to you in a rush, you were confused, you hadn’t seen her in days and now she appeared out of nowhere acting strangely, what was going on?

You let her passed to you room and she started to pace, she looked nervous, you slowly walked towards her, and you slightly touched her shoulder and she turned herself to look at you, her lip trembled, she closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them again you saw she was about to cry, Agatha took both of your hands in hers, she brought them to her lips and kissed the back of your hands.

-“I´m sorry Y/N, I´m sorry for not being here for you, I´m sorry for this, I didn’t mean things to fall like this, you have to believe me when I tell you that I love you, what I feel for you is real, but Y/N I have to leave, I can´t be here anymore, not with you”-

Your lips trembled, you wanted to say something, but you were lost for words, how could she? Why did she have to leave? You tried to think of something, what were you supposed to say after all of that? If she loved you as much as she has told you, why did she was leaving you?

- “Why do you say that? What is going on Agatha? What are you not telling me, you know you can trust me, I´m your girlfriend, we can work things out, we will figure it out, together”- You said smiling at her, giving yourself and her some hope, however you smiled vanished from your face when she chuckled. She dropped your hands and brought her hands to her face, then she walked to the corner of the room while looking at the ceiling.

- “I can´t be with you”- She blurted out without looking at you Why wouldn’t she look at you? You deserved an explanation, apart from feeling hurt and sad, you were a little bit annoyed and stressed out.

- “What do you mean? You can´t or you don’t want to be with me anymore? Say it to my face or at least give me an explanation, you disappeared for days, I was worried about you, I didn’t know if something had happened to you! And now you just come here and say this to me! Look at me at least, would you?”- You said to her almost yelling

She turned around hastily to look at you and threw her hands up, she looked exasperated - “I just can´t be with you anymore, it´s not safe, I need to go, I do not have time for this”- She was about to leave and walk past you but you grabbed her hand stopping her from walking outside your door, and looked at her almost pleading

-“I have loved you ever since I have known you Agatha, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help falling in love with you, and I tried to show it, and I´m trying to show it to you again, but you don’t let me, Agatha I need an explanation, give an answer because I can´t go on like this any longer-

- “I gave you everything of me I could, which is fine, I´m happy I did it, and I never complained because, because I figured you’ve loved me Agatha! I can´t love anyone else I only love you, is not enough for you? - Before you could keep talking, she interrupted you

-“ Stop, please stop, this is for the best Y/N we can´t be together anymore but I´m sure, you will find someone else, you will find someone to love and someone who will live and die for you, but I can´t, I can´t, not right now, I´m sorry Y/N”-

She left your room and passed by your side, your hand brushed a little against hers, she had left you there standing alone in you room staring at the floor the words that Agatha had told you had been echoing in your mind since the day she had left you, she didn’t give you a reason.

Years passed, and even after all these years, you never stopped thinking about her, you couldn’t forget about her, even though she broke you heart, you couldn’t stop loving her, you ended up leaving in Eastview it was a place where you could feel some magic in the place, maybe it was because years ago, a group of witches had lived there, and even after years you could sense the magic that emanated from the place. However all of that calm that you felt changed drastically when one day you felt something powerful and dangerous entering Westview, the feeling didn’t last longer, because before you knew, you found yourself dressed in a 50´s dress style, you tried to fight the different thought trying to enter into your head, but the force was stronger, whatever that was trying to control you was stronger than you, and in the end you couldn’t fight against that anymore.

When Agatha arrived at Westview sensing all the power coming from the little town, she already had a plan, she thought it would be something quick, enter the town, get to the source of power, and left town, it would be something easy. However, when she realized that the source of the magic was a person doing everything and not something else, she was perplexed how was possible that a witch like Wanda could contain all of that powerful magic. She had to play along in order to observe Wanda and how her magic worked, once she finally understood that Wanda had been playing everything as some type of sitcom, she realized Wanda had everyone under her mind control, so she had to act as if Wanda was controlling her

The 50 and 60 eras had already passed and now it was turn of the 70s era, Wanda´s twins were growing up too fast, and Wanda needed someone to watch over them for a night so she called you, now it was your turn to appear in Wanda´s life, you arrived at Wanda´s house ready to watch over the children. You found yourself walking towards Wanda´s house, wearing a plaid pleated skirt matching it with a white sleeveless stretch top and you had a neck scarf of the same color of your skirt.

You knocked on Wanda´s door, smiling Wanda opened her door and greeted you letting you enter her place.

- “Oh F/N, you’re a blessing, Vision and I need a night out, he made reservations and we need to be there in thirty minutes, if you need any help our neighbor will come here to help you, she has already watched over them twice but today she said she would not be available until later, that´s why we call you, actually if you want, she will come later and you could leave just in case you want to relax, I know my children can be a handful”-

- “Do not worry Wanda I will be watching your boys; we will play some board games and maybe we could even play hide & seek, I´m really good at it, and do not worry if your neighbor arrives I can still stay here, after all that´s why you called me, to help you and look after your children”-

You smiled kindly at her, she took you to the kitchen and started to show you around her house, she showed you the living room and the backyard, she told you that the kids were in her rooms getting ready to whatever activities you would do, out of nowhere she gave you some boardgames, you were confused, she didn´t have any when you turned to look at her kitchen right? Anyway, maybe she had them and you just hadn´t notice before, she handed you the Uno card game, the monopoly board game and a scrabble box, you smiled and thanked her. The kids came down from their rooms and greeted you, you played some matches of Uno, and after 30 minutes you decided to play the monopoly game, Billy was winning and you were in bankruptcy, after 40 minutes the kids got bore so you told them that you could play hide and seek, both of them agreed and nodded enthusiastically, you laughed at their excitement.

Your decided to hide under the kitchen´s table while Tommy counted, you saw Billy ran to hide in his bedroom, the three of you were immersed in your game of hide and seek, that none of you had noticed that someone had entered the house, you could heard Tommy saying -“Ready or not here I come”- you couldn’t help but giggle when Tommy passed running near the table and he hadn´t see you, you suppressed your laugh and closed your eyes, maybe he would be back a little bit later when he had found his brother.

Agnes had entered Wanda´s house, of course she decided to help Wanda, she was surprised when she heard that she was pregnant so the older witch tried to figure out how it happened, anyway she found the two children quite hilarious, when she knocked on Wanda´s door and nobody had answered she decided to used her magic to enter, by the time she entered she caught a glimpse of Tommy´s hair, and she heard what he had said, so she supposed they were playing, she closed the door, Agnes went straight to the kitchen to pour herself some water in a glass. Billy came running down the stairs giggling and shouting a name she had never heard “- F/N Tommy´s looking for us upstairs, we can win! You do not have to hide anymore”-

Agnes frowned, to whom was he talking? She was confused, she was going to ask Billy whom was he talking to, but when she heard a laugh, she stopped dead in her tracks, it sounded like your voice, it couldn’t be, images of the night she had left you alone, the night you had seen her go, it was the only thing she ever regretted, she had to let you, she didn’t have any other option, she had been playing with dark magic and t was dangerous for you, if the coven related you to her they would have hurt you, but the look of sadness that you had that day still haunted her, she would have loved to hold you close to her, but she had to it, she didn’t have any other option, years later when she could control her dark magic she tried to look for you again, but she couldn’t sense you, she thought that you had died, she couldn’t sense your magic and she regretted leaving you, she should have hold you close just as she used to do when you were in Salem. With tears in the corner of her eyes she followed the sound of the beautiful giggles, her heart was beating furiously, she bent down a little and with her right hand took the left corner of the square tablecloth, when she lifted it, she gasped, it was you, all these years she had thought that you were dead and now after grieving for you, you were right in front of her under a kitchen table, sitting on the floor and hugging your legs trying not to make any noise.

- “Y/N?” She called for you

You opened your eyes, in front of you was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, her icy blue eyes were looking direct at you, you smiled and put your finger to your mouth and shushed her, you supposed this was the neighbor Wada had told you about, she couldn’t help but smile, despite the urge that Agnes felt to hold you and tell you how sorry she was and how much she loved you, she knew you were under Wanda´s mind control, she wanted so badly to wake you up, but if Wada noticed, she would kick you out of Westview, she decided to let you finishes the game with the boys, she had all the time to get near to you.

She went to the fridge to take the water and to try to calm herself, all of the memories, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you, but because of her hunger for power had lost the most she cared for and loved. She completely forgot about her first plan, It was not worthy anymore she had found you again, and this time she would make things right, she was going to free you from Wanda´s control, and she was going to make you fall in love with her again, she was not going to lose you one more time. She was distracted from her thoughts when she heard one of the boys screaming and laughing, you had gone out of the table and were running behind one of them, her heart melted at the sight. She left her glass on the table and walked straight towards you, she gently touched your shoulder and you turned to look at her.

“Lovely to meet you dear, my name´s Agnes and I´m Wanda´s neighbor, how come I´ve never seen you before, I would remember seeing someone as breath-taking as you honey, you are beautiful”-

You couldn’t help but blush at her words, did she really mean every of that? She was so beautiful with her curly hair, you looked at her and you felt something, as if you had already seen her before

“My name´s F/N, and I´m babysitting Wanda´s children for tonight, you look quite familiar, but I haven’t seen you either” - You eyed her face a little bit longer and then just brushed the thought off, you would recall watching someone as pretty as her too.

After that day, Agnes would pop at your house from time to time, she would give you flowers, and you were surprised when she arrived at you house with a flower arrangement with your favorite flowers in it, she entered to your housed and left them on the table, you were excited, and you hugged her, she didn’t expected your reaction but she quickly passed her arms around your waist, you rested your head at the crook of her neck and she gave you a kiss on your forehead.

Whenever Agnes had the chance she would always help you, she had taken you to a library that you had never seen, it was as if it had popped out of nowhere right at the center of the town, you didn’t mind that fact, you were more than happy that Agnes would take you to different places you loved, how did she have known that you loved to read? It didn’t matter, Agnes completed you.

When you entered to the library you quickly went to look the bookshelves, you found one book about Plants and decided you wanted to read it, you showed it to Agnes and you swore she had smiled sadly, you asked her if she was ok, but she told you not to worry that she was just happy to be with you, smiling, you gave her a quick kiss to her cheek, and ran towards one couch, she touched where you had left the kiss, how she craved to touch you like before.

She followed you and saw you sitting in a couch, you had smiled at her an told her that both of you could sit there together, she had a different idea, she asked you to stand up, you obliged happily, and then she sat in the couch and she grabbed you by the waist and sat you on her lap, you blushed by her action but accommodated yourself in her lap, she hold you close to her with tight grip on your waist, you were resting against her chest while you read.

you enjoyed her company a lot, she would always compliment you, and you loved when she touched your hair, brushing away some strand off your face. You and Agnes started to go out more each day, one day she took you to a nice parlor scream, and you sat down at one of the tables talking for hours, from time to time she would touch your hand over the table, caressing your hand with her fingers, you tok her hand and intertwined you hand with hers, she winked at you and you smiled.

Agnes wanted more, she wanted to kiss you and touch you but she knew she had to wait and she was worried about what would happen once you woke up. But you’ll find the real thing instead, today you had invited Agnes over to your house, you had prepare a romantic dinner for both of you, you had fallen in love with her, you were head over heels for her and even though you were sure that she returned her feelings you wanted to tell her how you felt.

You lit some candles and waited for Agnes to arrive at your house, you decided to dress yourself up for the occasion, you put on a plaid pleated skirt, whenever you had one on, you always found Agnes staring no so subtly at your legs, and when you caught her she would wink at you.

You heard knocks on the door and you walked down the stairs to open the door. - “Hello Angel”- She greeted you, you looked at her and saw that she was wearing a purple sweater and black pants, and her hair was styled in a messy bun.

You were excited, you wanted to kiss her already, so before eating dinner you drag her to your couch, she sat down next you and she took your hands in hers, she was looking at you with so much love, and you were amazed by her.

- “You´re beautiful F/N”- Agnes said and she brought her had wo your face, you lent into her touch and closed your eyes, you were so in love with her

- “Agnes, I´m in love with you, I feel so good with you, you make me feel safe”-

Agnes gently lifted your chin to make you look at her, you smiled at her waiting for her to say something

-“ F/N, I´m in love with you too, I´ve been in love since I´ve known you, and believe me I feel I´ve known you my whole life, I know this may sound too rushed but, I want you to be with me, never leave my side again, I will make things right this time Y/N”-

You were confused what was she talking about? Before you could ask her you saw Agnes´ eyes glowing purple, you closed your eyes and memories of you real life came back at you, you remembered everything, since the day you met her at Salem, the day she left you, that time when you arrived to Eastview and also you remembered every single thing that had happened when you were not yourself, you opened your eyes only to look at Agatha again, she had tears streaming down her face and you had tears in your face as well, you looked at your intertwined hands, she never dropped your hand, you were shocked, but you remembered everything she told you, everything about making things right, Agatha was looking at you waiting for your reaction, and before she could ask you something you threw yourself at her, hugging her, you had missed her a lot, you world crumbled when she had left, but now she was back and she was offering you a new opportunity to make things right, you removed yourself from her and smiled at her, she knew right away that she would have another chance, she didn’t wait anymore, she captured your lips against her, it was kiss full of love and need, she had missed you, she had grieved you and now, she was not going to let you go, no this time, not ever.

-“I´m sorry Y/N, I should had given you an explanation, I was afraid of hurting you, I had been using dark magic, and I needed to learn how to control it, and if the coven knew you were with me, they could have hurt you, I had put you in danger, but I never stopped loving you, I won´t make the same mistakes, I need you with me you´re everything I need”-

She kissed you again, this time fiercely, she tightened her grip around your waist, and then she rested her hands on your hips, she brought you to her lap, when you needed to breathe again, you remove your face a little from her, to look at her baby blue eyes, she brought her hand to you hair, and brushed a strand of hair off you face.

You put your hand on her face, caressing her face

-“It´s ok Agatha I love you too, and I believe in you, I understand that you wanted to protect me now, It was awful to be left there alone but now, we´re here, together, we have a new opportunity, if it hadn´t been for Wanda creating this entire place, you would have never arrived, but not I´m here with you, so you now we do not have to worry, I love you and I will never stop loving you, no matter what”-

She was finally happy, she couldn’t ask for anything else, you were her everything, she hugged you again, stroking you hair with her left hand and her free hand caressing your back, you placed your head in the crook of her neck and played with some of the strands of her hair, finally after years of felling sad, you found yourself smiling once again, because of Agatha, you were happy that she was back, and she was happy as well for that.

Years ago she had told you, that you were going to find someone else to love you, and that someone else will fix your heart, but at the end she had been the one to fix your heart again, the same person who broke your heart in the past by her mistakes, was the same who was collecting the pieces now.

This time she would never leave you alone again, she would never drop your hand again because this time was the real thing.

#agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha all along #agatha harkness #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #wandavision

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live-laugh-lenney · 8 months ago

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You should so do a fic where the reader has a podcast (like saving grace) and everyone noticed how comparable she and Arthur seem he. He’s a guest (even though she’s like much more extroverted) would be fun🤞❤️

oh, this would be so cute :'))

if there was one thing yn felt comfortable doing, it was waffling.

she just loved to talk. about anything and everything, from what she had read on twitter to what she had heard about online to a brand new documentary that she had taken an interest in when flicking the channels on the television. delving deep into topics that had endless possibilities, spewing off facts that she'd read about online and putting her own thoughts forward in certain aspects that she found interesting and favourable to whoever she was with.

when she came up with the idea of hosting her very own podcast, in the middle of a housewarming party for one of her friends, she was excited to have a platform where she could let her own thoughts be freed yet she was also terrified it wouldn't take off and that she'd make it to a respectful ten episodes before she gave in and decided it wasn't something that the world needed.

when her first episode came out, she had asked james marriott to be her very first guest. one of her best friends, someone she had known for a while, someone who she felt comfortable around and gave her the space to speak freely without making her feel judged. allowing him to promote his new album as well as allowing them to discuss all kinds of musical knowledge from who their favourite bands were and who he would love to open for on a world tour.

and it took off.

earning herself over half a million views in the passing of one day, a lot of youtube subscribers who were offering their own suggestions on the different guests she could have and the more positivity she saw, the more she read, the more excited she was to continue.

she had herself a sweet studio; big beanbags instead of chairs, with a blanket draped over the back of each one and a decorative pillow that was there for added comfort and matched the colour scheme of the whole room, with shelves nailed to the wall full of relatable objects and images that fit her branding - images of her friends, her podcast name in neon lights and a few faux plants that hung low. it was just a simple setup but it felt homely and that was the vibe she had planned from the very beginning.

"good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on when you're checking in. i'm yn and welcome back to the one and only podcast on youtube dot com where we just sit and talk shit for an hour," she grins widely at the camera, cosying back into the beanbag beneath her and crossing her legs, hand holding the microphone to her lips, "today, we're joined the king of 90 day fiancé. it's mister arthur television."

"hello, hi."

he gives the camera a short wave and smiles widely, already having cosied himself down in a similar manner to the way yn was sitting in her beanbag, their shoes (both a sucker for comfort and choosing their air force 1's over any other trainer) kicked off aimlessly onto the rug in the middle of the room and left in a heap, his jacket draped over the back of his seat.

"thank you for having me," he looks in her direction, "this is definitely one of my favourite sets i've ever been on. it feels so homey and wholesome."

"i tried to base it on what my bedroom back home used to look like as a teenager," she giggles softly, looking over her shoulder and flicking on the orb lamp that was placed on a shelf above their heads for a bit of additional lighting to fit the ambience of the room, "i was such a tumblr girl growing up, i think it shows."

"i was gon'a say," he laughs and she rolls her eyes in his direction, "it feels very nice. very comforting. especially with the blankets."

"my nana knitted them for me," yn states, "just for this podcast. she's an avid listener, my number one fan, ."

"really?"

"no. i'm kidding," yn laughs softly and he looks across to her, "i don't think she really gets the whole podcast thing, to be honest. she's only just started to understand the whole youtube thing, bless her. she's a sweet soul and i love her but she's so innocent when it comes to all things technological."

"you should use that story more," arthur insists and adjusts himself in the seat as he felt himself sliding down into a slouch, "it adds more story to the setup. it's cute."

"i'll tell her you said that. she'll love it," yn giggles, 'but, anyway. you, arthur frederick, are one of my most requested guests to appear on my podcast."

arthur's eyes widened and he can feel the heat covering his cheeks as he looks across to her, microphone still held tight to his lips, hoping it hid the shy smile that grew on his lips.

"seriously. i had people practically spamming me on twitter to get you on here," she explains and looks at the camera, "you're a loved man, aren't you?"

"i guess i am," he admits shyly, "people are also asking me and isaac to get you on the bach and arthur podcast. close second to george."

"we'll have to make that happen," yn grins widely, "the viewers would love that crossover. chaos crew and little ol' me."

"i think you'd fit in perfectly," he says, "at least i'll have someone on there that appreciates my facts and interesting tidbits of information. it gets lost amongst them. they're not so intelligent when it comes to you and i."

she snorts and shakes her head, dropping her eyes down to her lap before she looks back up; he wasn't lying, truth be told. she was no stranger to being in a conversation with him, at parties and at events both of them were attending, that involved exchanged fact after fact after fact with each other, hours passing by as they discussed nature topics and the newest piece of information to do with outer space and all the theories coming from online.

with the hour closing in, she didn't want the conversations to end. and she knew, in the back of her mind, that she needed him back on her podcast for another episode because he understood her. and she understood him. and their talks flowed effortlessly with no need for extra encouragement from those around them in the room.

he was an interesting man and she wanted more.

both personally and for her podcast.

anyone else getting heart eye vibes from the two of them???

yn was in her element for this episode!!

arthur being on this podcast just made my day. we need more of the two of them!!!

the way there was no silence at all this entire episode. conversations flow between these two.

the two of them are the same person, i swear.

without a doubt, arthur is the male version of yn. that's adorable.

its like the universe copied and pasted their personalities into two people of the opposite genders. that's so cute!!

"the podcast episode was a hit thanks to you."

yn surprises him and made him jump as she approached him at the bar, his figure turning from where he was stood with his back to her so he could pull her in for a hug, and she grins up at him before her own arms wrapped around his waist. a sex on the beach cocktail held tight in her hand and she was careful not to spill it down the back of his shirt.

"i was wondering where you were," he says and lets go of her to pick up his beer that had been placed on the bartop, "when you texted me to say you were coming to chris' birthday drinks, i knew i had to come and find you when you arrived."

"looks like i beat you to it," she says and she takes a sip of her drink through the straw, "people loved the two of us together on there."

"yeah?"

she nods quickly.

"i'm pretty sure it was the best episode to date. figures wise," she says and he grins widely, looking over her shoulder and seeing a free table in the corner of the room, using his head to indicate for her to look at where he was looking, "i'm gon'a need you to feature again, for sure."

she turns on her heels and wiggles her way through the crowd, the feeling of his hand resting on the base of her back driving her insane as she set her drink down on the table and hopped up on the stool, watching as he did the same.

"i'm not keeping you from chris, am i?"

"no, he's about to hop on the karaoke with isaac," arthur cackles out loud and looks over his shoulder at where his two friends were arguing over the song book, "i'm too sober for that at the moment so I can't think of anything worse right now."

"you're not one of those party poopers, are you?"

"no," he shakes his head, "i just need to be almost blackout drunk in order to belt out my lungs really, really poorly."

"i think i need to get some shots in you then because i really need to see that tonight." xx

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nebulousbrainsoup · 1 month ago

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SUMMARY: San has been stuck. Maybe it's time to let go. PAIRING: Choi San x gn!reader GENRE: angst angst angst AU/TROPE: nonidol au, exes WORD COUNT: 907 TAGS/WARNINGS: not beta read RATING: G A/N: back at it again, using fanfic to cope. also, thought a little timestamp might be a good way to get me back into writing for ateez. shout out yappers [ @justhere4kpop, @cheolism, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt ] for helping me craft this.

The diner still looked the same. The barstool San settled on still had a tear in the vinyl straight down the center, and it still jolted under his weight, tilting a bit to the right. He still had to squirm until it clicked back into place, and even then he spun away from the counter without his leg as a brace. The same mismatched coffee mugs, donated by local businesses for advertising, were still stacked up on the shelf in front of him, and the waitress still grabbed the third one from the left—this time, something from an insurance agent whose name had long been rubbed away—and filled it in the same movement.

She didn’t reach for the next mug from the left anymore. That had changed.

Everything else remained the same.

San still ordered a slice of apple pie, warmed up, à la mode, while he doctored his coffee with a little creamer cup and a packet of sugar. He still held his steaming mug in both hands, clutching it close to stave off the winter chill that had followed him. He still made small talk with the waitress before she sauntered back to the kitchen to fill his order, and his eyes still drifted over to the windows, watching as the snow fell lazily. The lights still reflected back at him in the glass, the one in the back corner, just above the kitchen door, flickering every few seconds.

Silence fell over him, no one peering out from behind him in the reflection to prompt him with a question or lean over and show him a new cat video. That had changed.

So little had changed, but so much had changed. San closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, held it, and exhaled shakily.

The waitress still spoke the same chipper greeting as she set his food in front of him, but her smile these days was just a little melancholy. He still savored his treat, balancing each bite between the pie and the ice cream and making sure not to wash the taste away too quickly with his sips of coffee, but when he finished and looked at the clock, only fifteen minutes had passed, and he hadn’t needed a refill of his mug. He still went up to the same cash register to pay, but now, his bill was half the price it should have been. The long brown coat was the same one as last winter, and he pulled it tight around himself in the same fashion he always did as he stepped into the night, but it felt stuffier with the fleece scarf around his neck, too.

Last winter, it would have been around yours.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, where he’d gone wrong. One morning, he’d woken up beside you, pouring his love into every soft kiss he planted on your lips. You looked at him like he’d hung the stars. The next, his bed had been cold, and when he’d found you staring out the balcony window at the winter’s first snow, you’d slipped away from the wrap of his arms around your waist.

“Jagiya?”

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

The breath left him like he was still in the room, still staring at you, still stunned and floundering for the words to beg you to stay. San inhaled sharply, the chill air filling his lungs bringing him back to his senses, and kept walking. He wasn’t sure when he had stopped.

He’d spent a few hours angry. At you, at the world… At himself, for whatever it was he’d done to make you leave him. It faded quickly, leaving a simmering hurt behind, sadness mixing with confusion. It had been so sudden, and even in the minutes you’d spent gathering your things, you hadn’t bothered to spare him an explanation.

His search for one had been entirely fruitless. Texts went unanswered, calls rang through, and after the first time that little red exclamation point taunted him, telling him his message could not be delivered, he gave up. The anger came back for a split second, of course, but most of what he’d felt was a sense of defeat and a fresh wave of sadness. He would never have an answer, would never know why.

He still wondered, of course. On nights like tonight that were a little too quiet, a little too cold, a little too dark, he wondered. Without you, everything was still the same. His coffee tasted just as bitter, his pie just as sweet. Snow still fell and lights still flickered and the world still turned. He was still the same man, still had the same cat you’d loved so much, laughed at the jokes you’d fall over onto him to and worked at the same dead-end job you cheered him on through. He had not changed, nor had the world, but it seemed so much dimmer without you beside him.

Joyous laughter contrasted the sorrowful sigh he released as the bus doors opened. He stood just to the side, let the people filter off—and barely caught you in his arms as you stumbled down the slick steps and nearly fell into the snow. You still looked the same. The snow still fell, the wind still chilled him, and the bus doors began to close.

San smiled as you righted yourself, a joyless thing, and let you go.

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perseephoneee · 5 days ago

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winter ball [ficmas day 14] [kol mikaelson x f!reader] cinderella au

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024

author's note: this is less wintery than i intended (whoops) but also this might be one of my favorite things I've ever written!!! i'm literally so hyped for it!!! p.s. thanks to charmed for all the spells lol

playlist:

once upon a dream -- lana del rey

that's so true -- gracie abrams

just like christmas -- low

The floor was ashy again.

Your sisters were horrendous with maintaining the fireplace, and always left the place filthy. Of course, it fell on you to clean up. You always had the clean up.

You were cleaning the apothecary, brushing up all the scattered herbs and dead things that your stepsisters would drag in under the guise of 'magic.' They had no magic of their own, you knew that. Your stepmother always indulged them, always.

They never stayed long at work, though, always finding an excuse to go somewhere else. So it was just you in the shop.

The bells rang above your door.

You looked up to see Prince Kol walking into your store. You straighten up immediately, dipping into a curtsy. He waved you off.

"No pleasantries, it's pretentious, and I hate it," he drawled. He was the youngest of his three brothers, commonly known as the wily one. Also known as the devilishly handsome one. Not that you thought about it.

"Apologies, Your Highness," you murmured, head still bowed. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"According to my network, you're the best apothecary in the kingdom," Kol shoved his hands in his pockets, rifling around until he found what he was looking for. He planted a flower on the table. "I want your help identifying this."

You picked up the flower, twirling it between your fingers. It seemed like one of the common valley flowers, but the energy of it felt off. You touched some of the petals.

"I'd have to consult my books; I don't recognize it immediately," you hummed.

"I need it identified sooner rather than later, and I'll pay handsomely," Kol grinned. You looked up at him. His eyes regarded you, cooly, taking into thought every detail. You felt shivers down your spine.

"May I ask the purpose of this project?" you inquired.

"Secrets, darling," Kol put a finger to his lips. "This is also confidential; don't mention it to anyone."

"To whom would I mention it?" you muttered. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop any more comments. He smiled gleefully. "I'll check in tomorrow."

You watched him leave the way he came, a flurry of energy here and then gone. You sat down at the desk in the back, twirling the flower stem. No one was in the shop to witness you, so you flicked your fingers and brought several books over to your table. They flipped open to the pages you needed. You were too lazy to stand up and peruse the shelf, especially after your morning. You stayed camped over your desk until your stepmother and sisters got back. They whisked through the door like a tornado.

"We must make an appointment with the modiste to prepare," your stepmother, Ms. Laurel, said. She glanced around the store as if it personally offended her and as if it wasn't the thing that kept her finances. Your step sisters, Hana and Monet, were not much better.

"I will have the best chance because of my lovely neck," Monet crooned. She acted like a swan. Hana nudged her over.

"But I have the best ankles."

"He will not care if neither of you can carry a conversation," Ms. Laurel groaned, hand on her head. She finally noticed your presence. "You still need to dust."

You had, but she would never admit that.

"What's at the modiste?" you asked, voice small. Ms. Laurel rolled her eyes.

"Dresses, you dull girl," Ms. Laurel took a seat by the shelf, rubbing her temples. "Prince Elijah is seeking a wife before his coronation, and he's opening invitations to every eligible girl in the kingdom."

No wonder your step sisters were in a tizzy. Not that they'd have a chance. Hana could be mean, but mostly, the two of them were the product of their upbringing. Vapid and clueless to true suffering. You closed your books, hiding the flower under some papers. No, you wouldn't tell your stepmother about Kol's arrival. That was something you'd keep to yourself.

"And before you ask, you are not attending. I'll need someone to manage the apothecary."

"Not that I wanted to go anyway," you grumbled. Her excuse was false; no one would have come to the apothecary if the crown prince had a ball. Both of you knew that.

Ms. Laurel whisked out of the shop soon after with your sisters in tow. Some excuses are being made for their absence. Her name might've been on the lease, but it was not hers. It was yours. You waited until the last rings of the bell on the door could be heard before bothering to use magic again. Your books weren't giving you any information, so it was time to try a little trick.

Like an extension of yourself, you let your magic weave around the petals, dancing across as it sought its origin. Tastes and purposes came to your mind, and with perfect clarity, you knew the flower for what it was. You dropped it hurriedly on the table, alarmed. At least you weren't a fool and didn't ingest the flower. You'd probably be dead already.

You were a little annoyed at the prince for just leaving it with you.

Like clockwork, he came in again tomorrow. He was once again dressed very casually for a man of his status. He wore the same flirting grin.

"Have you discovered its origins yet?" he asked, hands clasped behind his back. You leveled a glare at him.

"Capriforacacus," you raised a brow. "Commonly known as the 'devil's eye,' it's a type of extremely poisonous huckleberry. It's the only one that happens to flower."

"Ah, so you are as good as they say," he purrs. The low timbre of his voice sends shivers up your spine. "Little witchling."

You bristle at the name. "I'm no witch."

"Only magic can truly identify devil's eye," Kol tsked. "That borne of magic can only be found the same ways."

"You tricked me."

"I tested you," Kol shrugged. "I'm so happy I did. You are a sight when you are angry."

Despite him being a pain in your ass, there was nothing malicious about the youngest prince. He was a trickster and annoying, but he looked at you in wonder and intrigue. This was only a witchhunt in the sense that he needed a witch. He had no intention of hurting you. It didn't do much to take away the sour taste on your tongue.

He leaned as elbows against your table, leaning in close to you. If it were polite, you would've pushed your seat back. As it was, you didn't want to show any vulnerability. Kol grinned.

"Now that I know I can trust you," Kol smirked. "I do have a real task for you."

"Identifying poisons?"

"Unsure," he said. He pulled out a bunch of random things from his breeches pockets. A coin from the Gulf Coast, a bird's femur, dried plants, and more. It looked like a bad collection of oddities. "This is a secret, darling, so don't utter it to anyone."

You had no one to tell, even if you wanted.

"I shall be made Spymaster when my brother, 'Lijah, becomes king. I'm adept at sneaking around, and I have no desire to rule. Elijah, despite boring me, knows that. I've already started into my role even though coronation is not for a while."

You had the sense that Kol made a very good spy. He was charming and mischievous and didn't seem to initially come off as threatening. You got the feeling he was actually one of the most dangerous.

"I have reason to believe that someone is making an attempt on my brother's life," Kol said delicately. Your breath caught in your throat. "We've had various dignitaries coming to stay for the ball at the end of the month, and I've been finding various totems such as these throughout the castle. I've run with enough witches in my day to sense a hex."

He wasn't wrong. Much of what was on the table were various elements in spellwork. Not necessarily evil, but it ws safer to imagine it was for nefarious reasons. You picked up one of the bird bones and grimaced. There was no 'light' spell that utilized animal bones.

"What are you hoping I will do?" you asked, looking up at him. His dark eyes regarded you cooly.

"Figure out the spell, figure out the caster," he grinned, the light making his teeth look as sharp as fangs. "I'll be visiting periodically to help, of course. Monitor your progress."

"Make sure I'm not spilling your secrets to the highest bidder," you answered. He quirked a brow, confirming your answer.

"You will be paid handsomely for your task."

"I'd hope so," you answered without thinking. Curse your stupid tongue. It only spurred him on further.

"Aren't you a firecracker? I look forward to our next meeting," Kol bowed to you, heading back out of the store. He paused at the threshold, turning to look at you. The sun from the outside gave his hair a warm glow, and he looked every part of the ruggedly handsome prince. "Till later, witchling."

You seethed at the nickname.

When you weren't doing chores for Ms. Laurel, you were researching the various objects.

The only benefit of your 'room' was that it was on the lowest form of your modest townhome. It was essentially a closet, but far away from prying eyes that allowed you to practice your magic freely. Your body grew hot and itchy when you couldn't cast, and you reveled in the times by yourself when you would conjure the elements. It served even more use now as you utilized your magic to further your research. You weren't closer to an answer, although you were eliminating options. That much was good.

Your room was next to the kitchen, and occasionally, you had to hide what you were doing from your stepmother, who would come to berate you, and Monet, who would come to steal food. Sometimes, she asked how you were. You weren't sure if she fully meant it.

You didn't get to see Kol until a week later.

You had had minimal interactions with the prince, but you found that you missed his energy. You were often a footnote, nothing of importance. Your father was once a respected healer, your mother a hidden witch, and the apothecary renowned for its medicine. Witchcraft was by no means illegal, but it wasn't welcome. Your mother always managed to disguise her healing as something else, even if it was a miracle. You wished you had the same grace she did.

Your father would've been able to help you with your research, especially before he started to lose his memory before he remarried a woman just so he wouldn't lose the shop. It's times like these you miss him the most.

It was late afternoon when Kol arrived. He came bearing gifts. You perked up as he took out a bottle of wine and a fresh loaf of bread.

"I thought it would be nice to have nourishment while studying."

"I think you're spoiling me," you said, mouth salivating from the scents. You hadn't had anything fresh like that loaf in a while, and the wine was way above what you could afford. Kol poured you a glass, and you took a delicate sip. It was full-bodied in a way that made your bones settle into themselves. "Thank you."

"Anything for a pretty witch," Kol winked. You wonder if he flirted with everybody. Part of you hoped it was special only to you. "What progress have you made?"

You spent hours at the shop with Kol, flipping the door sign to 'closed' to offer you some privacy. Kol was your initial assessment and so much more. He was ridiculously intelligent and very curious about the magical world. He was also a little reckless and definitely lived life hanging precariously over the edge. You wondered if he ever worried about falling.

You conjured a little apparition of a rabbit to quell his curiosity.

"Elijah plans to welcome magic users onto his court," Kol said, his eyes still full of wonder from the rabbit bouncing around the room. You perked up.

"He does?"

"He feels that the stigma has gone on too long, that it's time we utilized and appreciated the gifts of witches and warlocks."

You wondered how that would go over with the general public. Kol must've seen the hesitation in your face.

"Darling," Kol breathed. "Don't be ashamed of your talents and what talents they are." He grinned. You felt yourself grow lighter under his gaze.

"You're not bad," you whispered, the setting sun casting the shop in tones of pink and orange.

"Did you think I was?"

"I didn't know what to think," you answered honestly. "Most people describe you as dangerous."

"Who says I'm not?"

"You're nice to me," you looked at the bread crumbs from your meal. "That isn't very dangerous."

"Ah, but I did get you wine drunk," Kol grinned, nodding towards your empty glass. He wasn't wrong; your head felt full of fluff. "So, maybe I am as dangerous as they say."

"Are you trying to make me scared of you?" you inquired.

"Is it working?" He leaned forward on the table, almost nose to nose with you. He had thick lashes that you were jealous of.

"No," you responded. You were being truthful in your statement. He knew it, too. He looked into your eyes as if searching for more truths about you. You didn't know how to offer anything else to him.

He came over a few more times leading up to the ball, but you were no closer to solving your mystery. One night, you figured out the exact ingredients for the spell. It would bring its target into a deep sleep. Not death, but merely a coma. It still wasn't good, though.

"Could it be one of the female dignitaries?" you asked. "Securing an engagement so that if Prince Elijah goes into this sleep, she will have the opportunity to rule without the threat of murder?"

"Then she can con him with a fertility spell," Kol mused, tracing the rim of his wine glass with his finger. "Why a sleep spell?"

You weren't closer to figuring out who cast it.

You did enjoy your time with Kol, though. How could you not? He supplied you with wine and food and laughter, things you rarely got yourself. Camped out in the shop at night, it was your own little world. One where he wasn't the prince, and you weren't a witch. You just were. Sometimes, you caught him looking at you, and your skin would grow hot. You dreamed once of stolen kisses and lingering touches, and the next day, when you saw him, you could barely make eye contact. You were getting into territories you could never come back from. What would happen when your mission was over?

That sadness overcame you the night of the ball. Kol had promised to pay you for your services the day afterward, but then you knew you'd never see him again. Your heart hurts because of it.

You were sipping tea in the greeting room when your sisters whisked down in their gowns.

"You both look lovely," you said, giving them a small smile. Monet smiled back, but Hana ignored you, checking her reflection in a mirror.

"Of course they do; they're gorgeous," Ms. Laurel said as she came down the stairs after them. She was also dressed up, almost as flashy as them. You'd think she was also out to secure an engagement. She pointed a gloved finger at you. "We will be back by midnight. I expect you to have our rooms ready and baths drawn by then."

"Yes, mother."

"Good, we best get going. We're securing our futures!" she cheered, ushering her girls out the door. You watched them with a pang of envy. You didn't care about marrying Elijah, but you'd be a liar to say you didn't enjoy pretty things. You would've liked to wear a pretty dress and see Kol. Maybe he wouldn't have pretended you were a secret.

You made yourself some dinner with whatever you had stored in your icebox before settling down at the table with all your books again. Something was tugging at your memory, but you couldn't think about what it was. Suddenly, it clicked. You rushed to grab all the spell elements.

The lesson learned was that maybe you shouldn't always be wine-drunk while trying to find a potential killer. You would need magic for this secret. You whispered the words in the air, imagining each item being a tangled thread. You subtly unpicked all of them, untying the knots and moving them to the side until they formed a bigger picture. When you got to the last one, you gasped. You were an idiot to not see it before.

If it was true, though, then the spell would be happening tonight, and everyone could see it. You needed to get to the ball. But with what? Even if you could get there, the guards would not let a simple girl like you in. You rushed towards your mother's grimoire.

You hid it under your bed so your stepsisters couldn't ruin it or Ms. Laurel couldn't burn it. You flipped to the section about disguise spells. You thanked your mother as you found what you were looking for.

You grabbed the necessary ingredients and laid them out in a salt circle, standing in the middle. You held some loose salt in your hand and sprinkled it over you as you recited the words:

Who you were

You're now another

Take this dress

Make it something other

Your simple clothes were reimagined into a glimmering gown. Your sleeves were gossamer incarnate, the bodice tight before flowing out into the skirt in tiers of satin and chiffon. It made you look delicate and ethereal. It was perfect.

It came with matching sparkling slippers. They were annoyingly comfortable.

While you solved your problem of an outfit (and hair, your mother really thought of everything), you still needed a ride. An idea came to you. You conjured a water horse, one of the spirits from the fifth element, and using another of your mother's spells made it corporeal. It was a beautiful white steed, happy to take you where you needed. It would return to its place in the spirit realm by the end of the night.

All the magic you used made your blood sing and your vision sharper. You raced towards the castle, the wind whipping your hair in a way that made you laugh. You couldn't help it. You felt so free. You ended up at the castle in record time, and even though you were late, no one seemed to care. Everyone was invited, after all.

You caught a few glances as you raced through the front entrance, searching for the ballroom. You came onto a large staircase in the middle of a dance. Your eyes searched the crowd for Kol, but you couldn't find him, so you started making your way down. You ignored the many eyes looking at you.

You almost crashed into Kol at the bottom of the stairs. Where he had come from, you had no idea.

He was dressed like a prince tonight, not like the hellion he normally was. Your breath was taken from you as you regarded him with new eyes. He was always this handsome (you knew that), but in this look, everyone could see it too.

"Hi, witchling," Kol smiled. His eyes couldn't stop looking at you. "Care to join me?"

He offered you his hand. You heard some people start whispering to each other. You were a strange girl being asked to dance by one of the princes; you suppose it warranted some fascination. Your words were failing you, so you nodded and let him whisk you to the dance floor. He pulled you into a simple waltz.

"Kol–"

"I resent you for coming tonight," he whispered to you. You looked at him in confusion. "You make it very hard to move on from you."

"Move on?"

"You have bewitched me, darling," he murmurs. "In body and soul."

"Kol," you breathe. You wanted to ask him why you, of all people, have caught his attention; you want to grab him by his lapels and kiss him. You want to run away with him forever. But you remember why you came, not to kiss a prince, but to save one. "Kol, I know who's behind the spell."

He froze at that, his expression becoming guarded again. You whispered into his ear, and he blanched.

"We need to get you out of here. Now," he cursed, looking around the ballroom.

"What? Why?"

"He knows I've been looking into it. And you're a witch," Kol said simply. "He'll pin the whole thing on you."

"Kol–" you started but were cut off by shouts of the royal guard. Kol wasn't lying. They were going to use you as a scapegoat. Kol pushed you in the direction of the exit, trying to buy you time. You ran as fast as you could in your heels, picking up your skirts so you didn't trip and tumble on the ground. People were pushed out of the way by the guards, some crying out from the intrusion. You didn't stop, though; you ran towards the entrance.

Your feet betrayed you. You tripped on the stairs, one of your slippers falling off. You ignored it, continuing down. Several guards came out at the bottom, trapping you. You breathed heavily as you realized this was the end of the road.

"Arrest her for conspiracy against the crown," the chilling voice of Prince Klaus, the middle brother, crooned. He came down the steps without a care in the world. His eyes were cold and distant.

"Don't arrest her!" Kol yelled, running up behind his brother. He grabbed your shoe on the way down, almost brandishing it as a weapon as he skidded to a stop. "She's innocent. This is a ploy."

"My dear brother, so desperate for attention," Klaus drawled. "Using this poor girl as an instrument to get the crown. I suppose we'll have to arrest him too."

Kol bristled, and you could do nothing as two guards grabbed him and started to pull him away. Klaus smiled gleefully, no kindness for his brother. You felt the guards attempt to grab your arms, but you wrestled out of them, magic surging through you, providing strength. Your mind went on autopilot, the spells coming easily as you held off the guards with one hand and pointed an accusing finger at Prince Klaus.

"For those who want the truth revealed

Open hearts and secrets unsealed

From now on, until it's now again

After which, the memory ends.

Those who are now in this place

Will hear the truths in time and space."

Klaus stumbled back, the force of your spell knocking him off his feet. You let the guards go, and the force of your suddenly removing your shield caused them to fall on the steps. You took a step towards Klaus.

"Prince Klaus conspired to hurt Crown Prince Elijah in an effort to secure the crown for himself," you announced to the crowd. You don't remember the last time you were this brave. "He utilized witchcraft from one of the visiting nations in order to put Prince Elijah in a deep sleep. As the second eldest brother, the crown would fall to him."

The crowd gasped as Klaus' cheeks grew red, his glare focused on you.

"But Prince Elijah is his brother; he could never kill him. This was the better option. He planned to put it on one of the visiting dignitaries to act as the dutiful brother taking over a post he didn't ask for. Prince Kol started noticing the threats and started investigating, and Prince Klaus knew he needed to pivot. So, he decided to use Prince Kol and me as scapegoats. Positioning the reckless prince and the witch as the enemies."

You took another step towards Klaus, brow raised.

"Isn't that right, Klaus?" you murmured.

"That is all true," Klaus said, eyes widening as he slapped a hand over his mouth. You grinned. Your truth spell would make it so he couldn't lie.

“Niklaus, it’s true?”

Everyone turned to see Prince Elijah, face distraught. He had come out at the end of the confession. You watched Klaus struggle to stop the words from coming out.

"It's not fair that you get to be King," Klaus seethed. You thought you imagined someone fainting. Elijah looked sad, and you felt for him. You didn't want to imagine what it would feel like to have your sibling do something like that to you.

"Please release my brother, Kol," Elijah sighed. "And put Prince Klaus in the dungeons for sentencing. Everyone, please go back inside and enjoy the party while the night is young."

The guards took Klaus inside, the rest rounding up the rest of the guests to give Elijah some time to process. You tried to sneak back inside, but Elijah held up a hand, stopping you.

"You helped my brother discover the spell, correct?" Elijah asked. He was much calmer than Klaus and Kol, much more methodical. You thought its why he would make a better King.

"Yes, Your Highness," you bowed. Elijah stepped closer to you, taking your hand and kissing its back. Your cheeks flushed.

"Thank you for saving me."

"It-It was mostly Prince Kol, Your Highness," you stumbled. "He came to me for help."

"Do not sell yourself short, miss–?" Elijah paused, tilting his head to regard you. You recognized the head tilt as something Kol did as well.

"Y/N, Your Highness."

"Please, call me Elijah," he smiled. He turned towards Kol, who was standing to the side, attempting nonchalance. The desperate look in his eyes betrayed him. Elijah left your side to walk over to Kol's. He offered him his hand.

"Thank you, for protecting me and your family," Elijah smiled. Kol's expression made your heart break. "You are a better Mikaelson than any of us will ever be."

Kol shook his hand, but Elijah pulled him into a hug. He released him just as quickly. He glanced between you and Kol and smiled knowingly. He whispered something to Kol, which caused him to blush. You had never seen the younger prince embarrassed, but you were lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"You are welcome at the palace anytime, miss Y/N," Elijah bowed to you. "I expect to see you soon."

He left you outside with Kol. You shuffled on the steps, your bare foot cold against the marble. Kol noticed and held up your shoe.

"May I?" he asked. You nodded, your voice caught in your throat. He kneeled before you, gently lifting up your ankle and putting the shoe back on. His touch was somehow both cold and hot, the skin on his hands rough from use. The image of him kneeling before you was enough to send your heart tumbling. He stood up, giving you a grin.

"You saved my family."

"You say 'save' as if I singlehandedly figured this out," you said. "It was you as well."

"I provided wine," he laughed. "You provided the knowledge."

"At least Prince Klaus didn't intend to kill your brother," you shrugged. "Although, I know that doesn't truly offer any consolation."

"It doesn't," Kol agreed. "But it'll be okay. Because of you."

"You both are putting a lot of pressure on me."

"I can't help it," Kol shrugged. He took your hands in his, brushing his fingers over your knuckles. "You're a vision."

"You don't have to talk to me now that the job is done," you breathed, looking down at your hands. Your heart clenched in preparation for rejection.

"What makes you think you aren't stuck with me?" Kol smirked. "I've spent years looking for someone like you."

"A witch?"

"A princess."

He looked at you with a molten intensity that set your insides to ash. You wondered if you were on fire with how hot he made you. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to respond. Kol lifted your hand to his lips, kissing every single finger with a determination that made you melt.

"You can't be… I'm nobody," you stuttered, but Kol grinned, holding his hands to his chest.

"I started to fall in love with you from the first day," Kol answered smoothly. "My brother all but begged me to propose to you. You are not a nobody to me."

“But…I…”

"Most marriages have been built on less," Kol cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. "Gods know I would've been betrothed to some boring noble woman."

"I…" you had no words. You couldn't say you loved him yet, but you knew you were dangerously close to it. All those hours and days spent together, every conversation and stolen laughter. You felt genuine terror when they started dragging him away. You knew that by saying yes, you were all but solidifying your heart as his forever. You found you weren't afraid of it. You found it made you feel free. "...Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'll marry you," you breathed. "Kol–"

He cut you off with a kiss like he had been a starving man and you were an oasis. You had never been kissed before; your only expectations were those from the gossip you heard around the market. This was infinitely better than all of those. One hand cupped your cheek while the other gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing. He took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. You felt like you could kiss him forever.

He pulled away to your mild protest. "You are a vision in this dress. If I were a worse man, I'd take it off of you."

"Kol," you protested, giving him a warning glare. He just chuckled, kissing you again.

"I'm all yours, darling. All yours."

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#kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #nate buzz #daniel sharman #tvdu #tvd #the originals #mikaelson family #ficmas #ficmas 2024 #my writing

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smoothielenny · 2 years ago

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I’ll do it

Ao’nung x Omatikaya!Fem!Avatar!reader

Summary: You left the cleaning to Ao’nung and he accidentally discovered your secret box.

Warning: heavy smut, characters are aged up(Ao’nung-27, Y/n-26), sex in human body

Note: pretend you don’t need the mask and breathe the same air.

Last warning: Heavy Smut, Don’t read if you can’t handle it.

Few years since you moved to Awa’atlu helping out the Metkayina after the battle, you found yourself being annoyed by the Chief’s son. Constantly bickering towards each other whether your out of your avatar body or in your avatar body. Since it his first time seeing a human of course he won’t miss the chance to taunt you and apparently only you. Eventually you both grew feelings towards another and it did bother the Tsahik knowing her son has a liking to a demon, but as far as she have seen, you were the opposite of what she think humans are, kind , loving, and caring . Also a doctor, though she can’t teach you (mostly your human form) about healing as a tsahik—in human form, at least you know some thing about medicine. And she then approved both of you.

Now you both are mated before Eywa and leading the clan after Tonowari’s retirement. Both of you living your lives not leaving each others side unless if necessary. Being with Ao’nung when he receives his tattoo, being with him when hunting, picking ingredients for medicine, dates, flying with tsurak, etc. Both of you love each other’s company.

Lately both of were receiving some questions about when you both will have a child. Though you both are at age of having a children, you weren’t ready to have one yet. Ao’nung seem to be confident being a father, but he never forced you to have a child and he understands that it is your body and your choice.

“Ma’nung, I’ll bring my (avatar) body back at the lab. I’ll come back with my human body for the time being.” You said. You stand up from your place and remove your jewelry off you and placed them in a wooden box.

“Is there something wrong with your body?” He walk closely to checking every part of your body.

You giggled from his touches, “No, It’s just Norm will add something to this body, like an upgrade.” He was confuse, but didn’t ask further.

“Anyway m, I need some help on the cleaning. I haven’t finished some of it so will you finish them while I’m at the lab?” You asked. He nodded and gave you a peck on a cheek.

“Alright, but don’t take too long. You know I won’t last without you near me.” He said whispering the last pat as he give a kiss on both of my hands. You smiled and nodded then left.

He looked at your boxes full of random things and sighed. He first took out some books out of the box. Recently he’s been learning english so he could also talk to the people in the lab—though some already knows how to speak Na’vi, but it doesn’t hurt learning your language.

He opened the book which is full of information about forest plants and its benefits using it for human medicine. Seeing these makes your husband proud, having a wife that is dedicated when it comes to medicine even now, it makes him smile. He continued to open more books and he opens a photo album where you were still in Earth receiving your PhD. It made him giggle seeing how different you look from before, glasses and all making you look like a nerd. He then placed the books on a new shelf that Ao’nung made which you requested.

It’s almost evening and finally done with cleaning your stuff. He plop himself on a hammock relaxing himself. He pout to himself, you still weren’t here and it made him feel lonely.

After a few seconds minutes he stand up. He plans to visit you in lab, he want to hold you now. He’s craving for your hugs and kisses. As he was about to leave he saw a small box laying beside the empty ones. He sighed to himself, he really thought he was done. He walked to it and open the box revealing a—

“Hey Ao’nung, I’m back—“ you saw him holding a vibrator on his hands.

“Oh, yawne. Welcome back. What is this—“ you quickly ran to him and grab the toy from him.

“Uh uhm, nothing. You don’t have to know about it.” You put the vibrator in the box.

“Why not? Is it that bad?” He tilted his head.

You you inhale and exhale slowly and slowly look at him, “it’s uhm a toy…for pleasure.” You whispered the last part. You look down not wanting to meet your husband’s eyes out of embarrassment. You should’ve have stowed it before Ao’nung sees it.

“Hmm…what kind of pleasure?” He asked. You could here that teasing tone from him. You bit your lips, cheeks warming up.

“S-sexual pleasure…” you look away and turn back. You heard him giggled. You could also feel him smirking at you. You felt his warm body getting close to you. He embraced you tightly and kiss your nape. His boy breath tingles your ear.

“How do you use it?” He whispered. Now your body is in full heat. Hearing his voice near your ear is enough to make you wet. He noticed that you weren’t moving at all so he placed you on a mat and pulled out another toy for you to play with.

“C’mon baby, show me.” He licks your ear making you shiver. The dildo he is holding us very tempting. Imagining him watching you while you use it somehow turns you on. You hesitantly grabbed it from him removing your clothes off. You rubbed the tip of the toy on your clit biting your lip from the small pleasure. Your mewls were ringing on Ao’nung’s ear. He couldn’t believe he is seeing his wife this lewd specially in your human form. You both rarely have sex when you’re in your human body and so seeing this was a treat to him.

After some few rubbing, you suddenly squirted from the pleasure. You dropped the toy beside you and relax your body on Ao’nung, “Damn baby, you came so fast from that?” He combed your hair with his fingers. You honestly comes easily and you just wanna end this embarrassing discovery that Ao’nung made. Well the favor wasn’t yours toningt.

“Hmm, what is this, (y/n).” He pulled out a leather leotard and a headband-bunny ears. You were really kinky. Seeing those items on Ao’nung’s hands you could die in embarrassment.

Before you came home, he saw another photo album. He wasn’t expecting his wife used to take a picture of herself naked. Even seeing pictures of you in a very kinky outfit—including the bunny outfit. Obviously he got hard seeing them and has a field day with it.

You refuse to see his face covering your whole frame with your hand. He could see how red you are right now. It was really a mistake leaving your things to him. All you could think is that you are a dumbass.

“It uhm… a bunny costume,” he was confused, “clothes.” You responded. He hummed.

“Will you wear it for me?” “Eh?”

•••

His sly smile made you blush. Seeing you in front of him wearing the lewdest thing, he could thank Eywa a million times. You haven’t worn the outfit for few years so obviously it was a bit tight and your curves are very visible. Though the zipper that uses to close couldn’t do it job from how much you got bigger.

“I think this is the only human invention I approve.” He fondles with your breast, bit your nape and licking it.

“Mmm…’Nung… too much.” You breathed heavily. His hands are big, it like he’s kneading a small dough. He starts rubbing your perky nipples biting his lips, it was tempting, he wants to suck it so bad.

“My baby bunny is adorable~” he cooed. Now that your nipples are red, he starts sucking them, licking, and biting. You covered your mouth refraining yourself to moan louder, but Ao’nung and caught them and cuffed your wrist which surprised you.

“H-how did you get—aah!.” He inserted one finger inside you and rub your g-spot. You kept moaning loudly tear and and drool are coming out because of pleasure. It’s been awhile when you received this type of pleasure from your husband because of your duties as a leader. Just with Ao’nung’s finger is enough to make you cum.

While distracted from the sensation, you felt a vibration inside you. You look down seeing Ao’nung on inserting a vibrating dildo inside you. Your voice became louder, tightening and loosening around the toy.

“Waah! Ma’nung, make it stop—mngh.” Your clit is already swollen from the toy’s vibration.

“But you look cute right now, I can’t miss this chance.” He licks your lips and kisses you. You melt from the kiss.

He finally took the toy off you. You sigh in relief, but then felt Ao’nung’s tongue licking your juices off you. He then unties his loincloth revealing a very hard dick pointing at your pussy. He teases your clit by rubbing his tip with it. You squirm around wanting his dick inside you, but nonetheless your husband didn’t give you want you wanted.

“Be patient, baby.” He put his shaft between your legs and starts thrusting slowly. You could see his dick going up and down from your thighs.

“Ahh~ Ma’nung, fuck me already!” You complained. His grin get wider seeing you so frustrated, oh how he loves to tease you.

“Alright alright baby girl.” He line up his tip to your entrance and slowly put it in. Since your in your human body, you could feel how large he is. With his big dick, he could easily reach your special spot.

You grip hard on his arms feeling euphoric from his movements. Your head is almost emptied only left with how much you feel good at this moment. Saying gibberish words, as your body feels warms from his dick. You kept moaning his name and telling him to be faster and rougher and he did as you said.

“Ao’nung! I’m close!” You yelled. He then went faster with his thrust sucking your nipples. Finally both of you released together. He pulled out his dick releasing the cum inside you.

“W-we should clean up.” You sat up, but you were stopped by Ao’nung pinning you down.

“Who said we’re done?” He gave you a playful smirk. You gulped from his words, it gonna be a long night.

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elilelibeli · 6 months ago

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Remus has a camera. He has this camera because he captures everything he sees beauty in. Remus doesn’t think he is beautiful, he also never thought he was really surrounded by it. The pain, hardship, fear made it hard to still notice beauty around him, so he has a camera and takes pictures of everything to remind himself of beauty still around him.

He has pictures of Lily. With flowers in her hair or books in her hands just many many pictures of fiery, shiny and radiant Lily, Remus’s soul friend.

He has pictures of Mary getting ready, Mary dancing, Mary in the diner, Mary to remind him being beautiful means beauty inside as much as it means beauty outside. Mary shines in how she looks but she shines that much more from the inside and Remus wants to surround himself with that light forever.

He has pictures of Marlene, because he wants to be reminded of her beauty, beauty in chaos, loudness, bravery.

He has pictures of Peter, weirdly so many of Peter surrounded with strange plants. He is reminded that beauty can be found in anything just like Peter has found it in that weird plant he got for Remus on his birthday. Peter looks great in Remus’s green sweater sleeping on a couch and Remus knows that his friend’s safety is really really beautiful.

He has so many pictures of James. He can practically hear his laugh when he glances at those pictures. James is the reason he even thought about beauty still left around him in the first place. James loves very fiercely and the little bit of a crazy approach of seeing beauty in every little thing is fascinating to Remus. James got the camera for Remus and Remus started to notice tiny beauties around him.

And there’s Sirius. Amount of pictures he has of Sirius could probably fill up an entire room. After all Sirius is the reason Remus knows what beauty means. He always sneaks in pictures when Sirius is not looking, trying to regain the breath his best friend stole from him with one smile. He takes the secret pictures and stares them at home, alone, when he grants himself a second of bravery to imagine what it would feel like to have Sirius like Remus wants to have him, have him fully and eternally.

As much as he snaps pictures of everything and everyone he hates getting his picture taken. Why would anyone want to take a picture of him he thinks. He is not worthy to be captured by a camera that can capture beautiful things and he isn’t worthy of Sirius. Sirius deserves great things, beautiful things and Remus is none of those so he continues to take pictures of Sirius and anything else that reminds him of his muse, longing for him behind the lenses.

And then one day when Remus borrows a book from Sirius and he opens it to the page where something is wedged as a makeshift bookmark, he finds himself staring at a polaroid of himself. He remembers this from their lake day, he looks tired and he has that weird half smile in the picture. He didn’t know this picture was taken.

He notices a second polaroid wedged between the pages of another book on Sirius’s shelf. It’s one more of him, but this is from Christmas, he is wearing a red and green sweater from Effie.

Another one falls from the book, this is not of him. This one is taken in a tea shop, boxes of different mixes of tea and small chocolate biscuits in front. The Polaroid has a quick note in Sirius’s handwriting on it that reads “smelled like Remus”.

Remus finds one more of him reading in the library. One more between books of him showing a middle finger to James. All the books on Sirius’s bookshelf have Remus’s polaroids wedged between pages, with notes or timestamps or just plain. The pictures are all of Remus, different Remuses, while he had no idea he was being captured. His hands tremble while he picks up one more book from the shelf, the note on the polaroid reads “my moony”, he reads each letter scribbled by Sirius and he feels each of them inscribed in his heart with Sirius’s handwriting. Each letter giving him enough bravery to run and “capture” Sirius not only by his camera but by his devotion and love. And Remus is running and for the first time ever he wants to have his picture taken the moment he lays his lips on Sirius’s because he knows that will be the most beautiful moment ever.

#wolfstar #photographer Remus #remus is like i am not beautiful sirius doesn’t deserve this #and sirius is like lemme take a polaroid of this rock it looks just like my moony #that camera has taken so many pics of Sirius it’s concerning #remus lupin #sirius black #I will cry I love them so so much #marauders #remus x sirius #dead gay wizards #i love them your honor #the marauders era

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lululandd · 2 years ago

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pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 1177

warning: fluff, reader is into plants

notes: inspired by an instagram reel that @/myscprin sent (this fic is also on ao3)

summary: it started out with a stupid potted plant.

Soap had drunkenly bought him one and would not stop whinging until he actually took it home. The man also had the audacity to ask him how the plant is doing, weeks after.

“Fine.” He lied. They were probably browning on his balcony, in a worse condition than he last saw them. It was funny; exciting even, to water the first couple days, having something easy to take care of, but then he saw signs of it not going to make it and subsequently avoided them entirely. Closed his blinds so he doesn’t have to see them die for good measure. The work call came immediately after, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to see it again for a couple months. He can just use work as an excuse next time Soap asks about the dead plant and be done with it.

But it wasn’t done with. Work took eight months, and gathering the courage to just step out to be greeted with a dirty balcony and a dead plant took two weeks extra. But it wasn’t dead. It was thriving. He might be remembering wrong—which is rare for him—but he could’ve sworn the pots were actual terracotta instead of stone painted to look like terracotta. Its leaves are supposed to be brown, or yellow, but they’re now different shades of red, some even resembling wine. Confused, he went back in and kept the blinds closed, joking to himself that maybe it just disliked seeing him, and was better off left alone.

Or so he thought.

The next day he came back to the balcony only to be greeted by a wet patch of floor, and droplets of water on the leaves. It didn’t rain at all yesterday, so either there's a leak that landed right where his plant sits, or someone watered his plants for him. His suspicions landed on the apartment above his neighbour’s, since they’re the only one with an abundance of plants on their balcony. Even though they shared fire escape stairs, and could easily come down to his portion of the balcony, he doubted they would walk down the stairs every single day just to water his plants. So he wanted to see how they did it. Perhaps just hose it from afar? Since they did horribly miss his pot today, from the evidence of excess water on the floor.

How mistaken he was.

It was a weekend, and as soon as he woke up and got his tea and digestives, he sat with his blinds barely open and waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Until he saw your figure, half covered by the curtains, waltzing right to his plant and watered it as if it was your own. You were there for at most two minutes before walking back upstairs and out of his line of sight.

This has to stop.

Quietly, he took the plant off the balcony and into the apartment, setting it down on an unoccupied dining chair. The plant might seem normal on the balcony, but indoors it looked out of place. It was as if his whole apartment felt smaller and devoid of colour as he stared at it.

Ghost was cleaning a shelf the next day when he heard a loud gasp outside. His reflexes got the better of him and opened the door to see the girl on her tippy toes looking down as if searching for something, and then turned back to look at him. They both stared at eachother like a deer in headlights, although in their heads they’re the deer and the other is the headlights.

Ghost was a deer for not taking good care of his plant, hiding it, and opening his balcony door in record time, and the girl was also a deer because she got caught going to someone else’s balcony to water said plant.

“Sorry, I—“ They both started at the same time.

“Oh, no, I’m sor—“ They started again.

The girl raised her free hand, “I’ll go first. I got scared that your plant fell or something. Sorry if I startled you.” As she said her gaze fell onto the plant in question sitting (unhappily) on the chair.

He looked back at it, “Brought it in to brighten up the place.” He lied. He didn’t even like it. He didn’t like it being indoors, making his already measly living quarters feel even more barren. For some reason her face brightened.

“I have some plants that are easy to take care of, if you want more? I have some that doesn’t need sunlight that much so you can put it in th—“

“No.” What in bloody fuck was she thinking. Did she forget why she watered it in the first place? Is she daft? “Thanks. I go on work trips often.”

To his confusion her face brightened even more. “I can take care of them while you’re away, if you’d let me?”

Oh.

He had fallen right into her trap. Dead fucking centre. If he perceived her as an enemy he’d kill her there and then. But no part of his instincts or his sharpened mind saw her as one. It was his ego talking.

“Nah. You fancy him?” He pointed at the plant.

She shook her head, “I have no more space at mine.”

He went back and reached for it. “Tell you what. I’ll put this boy right back out here. And you can have half of my space for your shit. Sounds good?”

Unfortunately for Ghost, the girl’s wide grin and sparkly doe eyes got burned in his mind for good.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah.”

Work called him to Iceland not a week later and he spent the next few months barely seeing the sun. The country lacked sunlight, which was good for clandestine missions, but he could feel it took a toll on his mental health. Those artificial UV lights made his body feel better but his mind longed for the real deal. So that's why as soon as he got home he opened his curtains to its fullest to bask him and his apartment in some warmth. It took him about fifteen minutes to process what he was seeing. The girl really did take half his space. The space that made him rearrange his apartment layout completely so he could sit down on any chair and still have a view of said space. She had filled it to the best of her abilities while still making way for him to walk onto. Different plants with leaves of varying colours and sizes sat on colourful pots. He spent one morning just sitting there with his tea, trying to spot silly little frog statues half hidden underneath the growth.

It had been a while since he felt something other than dread when he got home, it was the first time in his shitty little apartment that he felt a smile creeping up his face, and it was the first time in what seemed to be forever that he felt.. content.

part 2

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing #it sucks when i love angst but can only write fluff

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inairbinad · 1 year ago

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sweet enough on the vine

🌸 affectionately known as Steve the Botanist 🌸 Steddie | Rated T | 6k | cw: language, making out, and some grinding Read on AO3

Eddie was running late.

That was nothing new, strictly speaking, but after last year’s traffic debacle he swore he’d never be late to his standing dinner date for Chrissy’s birthday again.

And yet there he was, scrambling to find somewhere to buy her a present on the way from his apartment to their favorite restaurant. Eddie was already cutting it close, but if he managed to actually land on something to get her in the next three minutes he was pretty sure he’d be fine.

He’d dodge that same smug and mildly amused Chrissy face this year. There would be no groveling. Eddie was gonna make it.

Stopped at a red light, Eddie’s eyes started drifting. They landed on a vibrant little florist’s shop that sat right up against the edge of the park—the same one that Eddie always looked at fondly from the gay bar across the street without ever actually going inside.

Weathertop Nursery and Florist, the sign out front read, and Eddie wondered if that was meant to be a Tolkien reference.

“Motherfucking duh,” Eddie laughed at himself before pulling over to park.

Was a bouquet of flowers the most original thing he could get Chrissy for her birthday? Not exactly, but there was no denying that Chrissy loved flowers. At the very least Eddie could bide his time with them and buy her dinner, then surprise her with something more thoughtful later.

It wasn’t like Chrissy didn’t know Eddie was forgetful, but she also knew he cared a whole lot, regardless of if his gift-giving skills were lacking. And this time he wasn’t going to be late, so he took a little bit of pride in surpassing expectations as he made his way inside the shop.

It was even more charming than he always expected it to be.

The walls were painted an earthy green color that instantly managed to soothe some of Eddie’s manic energy. Plants and flowers populated every shelf and surface, their happy and well-cared for petals and leaves seeming to greet him as he walked in. There were enough windows and natural light that Eddie almost felt like he was still outside, except for the fact that it was wonderfully cool inside.

There was a big greenhouse connected through a door on the left hand side of the shop and a garden out back, which the sloped windows behind the counter overlooked like a dream. A few people were milling around in both, enjoying the extended daylight now that the first day of summer was so near.

Eddie wished he weren’t in such a rush to get in and out. He thought he might’ve liked to linger in this place for a while and let its cheer sink into his bones. Even more so he wished he was at all good with plants so he’d have an actual reason to be there. Eddie wondered if maybe he could learn as he made his way towards the counter for help.

The guy working had his back turned, the broad slope of his shoulders hunched over what looked like a potting bench. Based on the steady sound of clipping, the man must have been pruning the stems of the pile of pink roses he had sitting beside his right elbow.

Eddie impatiently drummed his fingers against the countertop beside the register, hoping to make this a quick one and done stop. Even in a hurry, he couldn’t help but notice that he liked watching the way the man’s muscles moved beneath his t-shirt even more than he liked the whole vibe of this place.

“Excuse me,” Eddie piped up, probably a little too impatiently. He heard one final snip, and the man finally turned around.

Whatever nerves Eddie had to get out of the shop as quickly as possible died on the spot.

The man that stood before him was an absolute dream—tall, tan, with a full head of chestnut hair that Eddie immediately wanted to run his hands through.

He was pretty sure his jaw dropped, especially when he noticed the guy was wearing a black graphic tee with several plants printed across the chest, each of their pots a different color to make up the rainbow. Almost like it was for Pride.

The way the shirt was probably a size too small didn’t hurt matters, either.

So this guy was dorky, hot, and potentially queer? Eddie wondered if he fell down in his haste to get inside and smacked his head on the pavement. He had to be hallucinating, or at the very least getting ahead of himself. It was June, after all. The dude could just be trying to be supportive.

“Can I help you?” he asked, a friendly smile playing at his lips—which looked perfectly kissable, just to add to Eddie’s distress.

Eddie snapped his jaw shut, trying not to overheat when the other man looked him up and down.

Act normal, dipshit, Eddie told himself as he sucked in a deep breath that smelled like some kind of floral paradise. You’ve talked to pretty people without dying before.

Maybe none so pretty as this guy, admittedly, but Eddie thought he could try. For Chrissy’s sake. Remembering the reason he came in here at all snapped him back to reality a bit.

“I need a birthday gift for a girl who will roast the shit out of me if I show up to take her out to dinner empty handed,” Eddie said, feeling a tad frantic about having waited this long to get Chrissy something.

“I think we can manage to avoid getting you roasted,” the absolutely fucking delectable man who worked there said with a low laugh. He leaned on his elbows on the counter and looked up at Eddie through his lashes, and Eddie nearly swooned. “Are we talking a gift for a girlfriend, sister, friend, or…?”

“Just friend,” Eddie said, then realized how ridiculous it sounded to call Chrissy just anything, and course-corrected. “Best friend, actually. Why? Do you have certain flowers that mean certain things?”

Really, Eddie hoped this guy was just fishing for information about if he might be single.

“I mean, sure,” the man shrugged. Eddie wished he was wearing a name tag. He wanted to feel this beautiful creature’s name rolling around on his tongue. “I’m a firm believer in buying people flowers based on what they like, or what you do, but I can ramble on about symbolism if you want.”

“I’d probably listen to you talk about just about anything,” Eddie admitted freely as he leaned his hip against the countertop. Stopping to flirt would make him late, but Chrissy would get it. He hoped she would get it, anyway, because the smile he got in return made Eddie weak in the knees. “But I know next to nothing about flowers.”

“Seems like a perfect match, then,” the man said with an easy smile. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

And oh, Eddie was definitely done for. He’d be lucky if someone came along to scoop him up off the floor from the puddle he was surely turning into in time to make it to dinner.

“Eddie,” he replied, somehow managing to sound the slightest bit normal. His face had the muscle memory to remember how to flirt, it seemed, because it flashed Steve a dimply grin of its own accord.

“Well, Eddie,” Steve said, still smiling as he made his way around the counter. “How about I show you some cut flowers to start?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Eddie said, instantly fascinated by the way Steve ducked his head in reaction to the pet name. Eddie didn’t bother to hide the way he tilted his head to admire how nicely Steve’s jeans hugged his ass as he walked them down an aisle overflowing with colorful plants, either.

“Do you know what your friend likes?” Steve asked as he pulled up and idled near a refrigerator full of already cut flowers.

“In movies? Or women? Yes. In flowers? Not so much,” Eddie shrugged easily. Steve barked out a happy little laugh

“I can relate.” Steve barked out a happy little laugh, then turned to point at a container full of flowers Eddie couldn’t identify if he tried. “What’s her favorite color, then?”

“Pink and green,” Eddie said, almost rote in his recitation. Chrissy’s favorite colors hadn’t changed since they were fifteen.

“Perfect,” Steve muttered under his breath. He turned towards the left hand side of the fridge and plucked out a pretty, soft pink flower with a bright, verdant stem and leaves. To Eddie’s untrained eye, at least, he thought it kind of looked like a rose. “Peonies—my best friend’s favorites. And she has great taste in plants and women. Usually.”

Steve offered out the peony, and Eddie stepped closer to examine it. He felt Steve’s eyes on his face as he delicately reached out to brush his fingertips against the velvety edge of a petal. Each petal curled along the edge, folding in on each other in what looked like an endless cascade of feathery clouds towards the center.

They reminded Eddie of Chrissy instantly. They were pretty, sure, but they also had a little bit of extra personality to them.

“They’re perfect,” Eddie murmured, turning to Steve. He was standing a whole lot closer than Eddie realized, and Eddie wondered if there wasn’t a little bit of magic living in this place. “How did you—”

The next in a series of reminders Eddie had set on his phone sounded in his pocket and interrupted him. He groaned, and pulled it out to read his note to himself.

Your ass better be outside that restaurant if not already in it, Munson, it read.

“Shit,” he grumbled. “I’m gonna be late.”

“Maybe get two dozen, then,” Steve said with a teasing grin. “Make it up to her, Munson.”

Eddie felt himself flush as he realized Steve must’ve been reading over his shoulder. It only made him want to shove Steve up against a refrigerator door and kiss him more, somehow. Eddie realized too late that he’d probably buy the moon if Steve suggested it.

“You’re an excellent salesman, you know?”

“Only when I have such handsome customers,” Steve volleyed back without delay. And god, if that smirk wasn’t going to be what finally did Eddie in at the tender age of thirty-one, he wasn’t sure what would.

“Okay, okay, I’m buying the flowers, no need to keep laying it on so thick,” Eddie lamented, nodding towards the container of peonies Steve was already pulling from for him.

“Who said it was about getting you to buy flowers?” Steve asked with a wink. “Come on, I’ll check you out.”

“I thought that’s what we’ve been doing this whole time,” Eddie said, thrilled at how it drew another laugh out of Steve.

“Fair enough,” Steve conceded before leading them back to the register. If Eddie noticed a little bit more swagger in Steve’s gait as he walked, he kept as much to himself. Instead he just watched, utterly entranced by another human after only knowing them for a matter of minutes. Eddie wasn’t sure how or why, but it felt like getting hit by a meteor.

Desperate to do something with his hands or his mouth other than ogle Steve as he dried and then delicately wrapped the flowers in paper, Eddie glanced around the front counter a little. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on a little display of what looked like handmade jewelry.

“Did you make these?” Eddie asked, zeroing in on a bracelet in particular that he thought Chrissy might like. He did spend enough time listening to Chrissy talk about crystals and rocks to know that the delicate little gem wrapped in silver was moonstone.

“Nope, can’t take credit for those,” Steve said, sounding a little proud when he realized what Eddie was looking at.

“The best friend?” Eddie guessed, and Steve nodded. So he made a decision on the fly and plucked the silver bracelet from where it hung on the rack. “Then I’ll take this, too.”

“Gift wrapped?” Steve asked.

“Definitely,” Eddie said, glancing at the time again. He was already late, so sloppily tossing an unwrapped gift at Chrissy would probably only look worse.

“I’ll be quick,” Steve promised, and Eddie honestly wished he wouldn’t. Instead of admitting it aloud, though, Eddie opted to dig out the cash he owed while Steve boxed up Chrissy’s gift.

“How the hell do you keep all of this alive?” Eddie couldn’t help but ask, still looking around in wonder. There weren’t just flowers on display, but plants of all sorts, and that was just from peeking into the greenhouse without getting started on all the stuff also growing outside.

Steve took the question in stride with a low laugh. “Not a plant guy, I take it?”

“Unless by ‘plant guy,’ you mean an incredible capacity to kill everything I touch?” Eddie asked, shooting for innocently hopeful. He was rewarded for it with another crooked smile out of Steve, which was rapidly approaching the top of Eddie’s list of favorite things to see.

Steve just shook his head and handed Eddie his change. The time to actually leave was suddenly staring Eddie in the face, and he desperately didn’t want to. Eddie decided to admit as much aloud. “Which is a shame, because I really could use an excuse to keep coming back here.”

“Like what you see?” Steve nodded towards the shop in general, but Eddie wasn’t gonna let the implication slide.

“You have no idea, gorgeous,” Eddie practically crooned, feeling sparks light in his chest when Steve flushed just in just the slightest. It was adorable, because surely people had to flirt with this man all the time. But every compliment or pet name Eddie threw in his direction only seemed to affect him more.

“Well why don’t you come back tomorrow?” Steve suggested with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll show you some plants that even you can’t kill.”

Eddie took the promise of seeing Steve again and ran with it, practically floating as he made his way out the door.

“Happy birthday, favorite person of mine!” Eddie said cheerfully the minute he finally laid eyes on Chrissy. He spread his arms for a hug, making sure to hold her flowers and bracelet out prominently. Chrissy accepted the hug and well-wishes with a smile, but Eddie knew there was more coming just from the way she tilted her head.

“You’re late,” Chrissy drawled with her arms crossed, visibly unimpressed from her perch at the table she’d kept waiting for them.

“Chris, you’re gonna forgive me—” Eddie tried as he scrambled to sit down, passing her gifts to her right away.

“That’s a bold assumption,” she interrupted, but brought the peonies up close to her nose with a small smile. “Pretty flowers aren’t enough to forgive you for being late to my birthday dinner.”

“Well sure, but that’s not the only gift I got you!” Eddie pointed out the small jewelry box next with his most charming of smiles. It wormed a slight twitch of the lips out of her, but she narrowed her eyes at him without opening it.

“Being late just so you could buy me stuff seems a little backwards, don’t you think?”

“Well that’s not…” Eddie bit his lip and paused, wondering if Chrissy would forgive him for this after all, “…entirely why I’m late.”

“Aha,” Chrissy hummed with a knowing sparkle in her eye.

“There was this guy—”

“Aha,” Chrissy was all but gloating now. “I assume he was pretty? Dark haired? Athletic?”

Eddie pursed his lips, not exactly loving how he was being called out with such little effort on her part. Eddie figured fifteen years of being best friends would do that, but he wasn’t sure it was entirely necessary. He’d never been happier to see a waiter in his life, who gave him some time to collect himself while they took drink orders.

“Did you get his number, at least?” Chrissy asked before Eddie got a chance to defend himself.

“No, but I’m seeing him again tomorrow,” Eddie preened, and Chrissy finally cracked a smile.

“That sounds promising. Tell me about him,” Chrissy said, settling back in her seat with an expectant look on her face.

“Well he picked your flowers, for one,” Eddie said.

“No shit, you know nothing about flowers,” Chrissy laughed and finally reached for the box with her bracelet. She carefully untied the ribbon with an amount of grace that Eddie wouldn’t have afforded it, then popped off the lid with an expectant smile. That smile only grew when she saw what was inside. “Aw, Eddie! I love it!”

“I picked that. Because I know that moonstone is one of your birthstones,” Eddie bragged, before reaching across to offer to put it on her wrist. She took him up on it happily, so Eddie added, “And I know enough about flowers to know those are peonies.”

“Oh wow,” Chrissy breathed, sounding surprised. “You really must be smitten.”

Eddie opted to look at his menu rather than trying to deny it.

“He was so pretty, Chris,” Eddie whined, two drinks and an appetizer platter later. “I wanted to cry.”

“You should let me come with you tomorrow so I can see him.” Chrissy’s smile was a wicked thing, and Eddie only whined again. Until he remembered something.

“Ohhhh but that won’t be necessary, my dear friend,” Eddie crowed as he dragged his phone out of his pocket. He went straight to the camera roll and stopped at the last photo he took. It was a clandestine, somewhat blurry photo taken in haste so no one would notice him pressing up against the glass of the flower shop like a complete weirdo. There was a glare on the glass that reflected Eddie’s already yearning face rather unflatteringly, but Eddie didn’t really care.

The important part of the photo was the easy way Eddie had captured Steve’s smile as he talked to another customer, and the long line of his tanned forearm as he handed a small potted plant across the counter.

Eddie thrust the phone across the table for Chrissy to see how utterly pathetic he already was, and exactly why.

Chrissy picked up the phone, careful not to touch the screen and disrupt the photo Eddie had queued up for her. The amusement on her face when she finally took it in was palpable, and Eddie had half a mind to hide behind his hair.

“Do you ever get tired of me being right all the time?” Chrissy beamed.

“I admire your consistency, if anything,” Eddie said drily. He was mildly afraid of the way Chrissy’s expression shifted into something curious and appraising next. “What?”

“Just…” Chrissy bit her lip, like maybe she wasn’t sure she wanted to bring it up at all. Then she shrugged and continued. “Please don’t tell me you were late because you went back to work and tattooed his face on your ass already?”

She said it like getting faces tattooed on his ass was some kind of regular occurrence.

“Jesus Christ, that was one time, Chris,” Eddie grumbled. It could hardly be considered his fault that he and the boys got drunk after work one night, and Jeff convinced Eddie to get Gareth’s cute little mug inked into his left butt cheek. And it certainly hadn’t been anything romantic.

Eddie hadn’t gotten a stupidly impulsive tattoo since (though he was pretty sure he’d given people a few).

“You can’t blame me for asking!” Chrissy argued with a little too much glee in her voice.

“I did not get Steve’s face tattooed on my ass,” Eddie deadpanned for the record. “I haven’t even tried to find his Instagram yet.”

“Oooh!” Chrissy lit up even further with excitement and scooted her chair closer to his. “Let’s do that now.”

By the time Eddie got to the shop the next afternoon, he’d thoroughly convinced himself the beautiful man he’d met the day before had been a mirage. Surely no one was that pretty, just up and walking around this town looking like that while subtly signaling that they’re queer. And they certainly didn’t so blatantly flirt with Eddie while also helping him pick out flowers.

Especially considering his and Chrissy’s resolve to find Steve’s social media had ended up being a big flop. Without more than a first name to go by, all Eddie could find was the flower shop’s official Instagram—which obviously didn’t have much more than plants on it.

It was a great page to promote the business, with very professional looking and tasteful photos. But Eddie couldn’t help but think they neglected to highlight the biggest draw for the place: Steve. There wasn’t a picture of him to be found, and after a cursory glance of the shop’s followers he couldn’t find any usernames or photos that seemed to match the man he’d met either.

If it weren’t for the photo Eddie had taken himself, he would’ve been completely convinced that Steve was a heat-induced hallucination on his part. But that photo did exist, which meant so did the man inside. So Eddie squared his shoulders and made his way into the little store at the front of the greenhouse once more, this time wearing his Iron Maiden crop top for good measure.

“He’s around back,” a woman with a strawberry blonde undercut told Eddie the minute she laid eyes on him. Eddie wondered if she was the best friend Steve had mentioned. She pointed towards a door at the back of the store from her perch behind the register.

Eddie didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the fact that she’d clocked that he was looking for Steve immediately made him hope that maybe Steve had mentioned him. Just like Eddie had spent the night before gushing to Chrissy.

“Uh, thanks?” Eddie said, already making his way towards the door. “I’m—”

“Eddie, yeah,” she laughed lightly as her bored expression receded. “He told me. I’m Robin.”

“Right,” Eddie felt his heartbeat kick up into a higher gear. “Thanks, Robin.”

She went back to reading a book with a small smirk on her face.

Eddie found Steve out back without much difficulty, trudging around in the dirt in a patch of purple flowers with vibrant green leaves. Today Steve was in cutoff denim shorts, crouched on the ground with his back to Eddie, and giving a perfect view of how the curve of Steve’s ass rested back on his heels.

And yet somehow, that wasn’t the most interesting thing about the scene.

What had Eddie most captivated was the way Steve was looking up into the branches of one of the trees bordering the garden and squawking. Eddie followed the line of Steve’s gaze upward, but he heard it before he saw it. A raven was perched on one of the lower hanging branches, apparently talking back at Steve.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said after making a series of croaking noises at the bird looming in the tree line above. “You don’t need me to help feed you, my guy.”

“Are you talking to a bird of death?” Eddie finally asked, and Steve startled. He turned around slowly, with a dirt-covered hand clutched to his chest. He didn’t bother to stand up right away, apparently relaxing when he saw it was only Eddie.

God, he looks pretty on his knees, Eddie couldn’t help but notice.

“Is that a problem?” Steve asked with that same adorable, crooked smile Eddie had been daydreaming about since the day before. Then his eye’s landed on Eddie’s exposed abdomen and lingered there in the most exquisite of pauses.

So it had all been real, then. What a fucking trip.

“No,” Eddie shrugged before deciding to let his mouth run away with him. “It’s really fuckin’ attractive, actually.”

The raven croaked again (in agreement, if Eddie had to guess), and Steve ducked his head as he laughed. Then he pushed himself up off the ground and made his way over towards another little potting bench and outdoor sink beside the door Eddie had just come out of.

Eddie watched Steve wash the soil from his strong hands and swallowed thickly. “Don’t you like wearing gardening gloves?”

“More fun when you can get a little dirty, I think,” Steve smirked over his shoulder before grabbing a towel off the bench.

Eddie’s breath caught, and for a split second he thought he might’ve completely forgotten how to flirt. But somewhere along the way, his innate must-chat-up-the-pretty-person hindbrain kicked in and took over for him.

“Don’t have to be a gardener to agree with that, sweetheart,” Eddie replied, delighted at the way Steve’s shoulders hitched once the remark hit him.

Steve kept his expression smooth, but his perfect lips still quirked up into a self-satisfied little smile. Eddie wanted to skip the pretense and kiss it off his face.

“I’m glad you came back,” Steve said as turned to face Eddie fully again. Eddie matched his stance, stepping just a little bit closer as he did.

“Well, you promised to work miracles, if I recall,” Eddie teased. “Or you just really underestimated how bad I am at keeping plants alive.”

“Let’s go with miracle worker for now,” Steve said, confident yet hopeful in the way he appraised Eddie’s face. Once again, Eddie felt entirely tongue-tied, which was mildly frustrating for someone who usually considered himself a smooth-talker. “Should we find out?”

“Lead the way, big boy,” Eddie said as if he was at all interested in plants.

Steve looked like he might have a retort for the nickname, but instead he bit it back and smiled. Then he inclined his head in a way that screamed maybe I am, and Eddie felt himself start to sweat a little.

The feeling only heightened when Steve led them into the greenhouse, which was practically blistering inside. On instinct, Eddie reached for the hair tie on his wrist as Steve led them over to what looked like a whole section of cacti populating a raised bed along the far wall. Eddie pulled his hair up into a loose bun just to get it off his neck as he looked around. There were all kinds of plants in here, including a whole lot of vegetables, and something that with almost shiny leaves seemed to reach out and tickle him when he walked by.

It startled Eddie into looking back at Steve, whom he caught staring in just the nick of time. Eddie wanted to punch the air in triumph as he watched Steve shake himself and drag his eyes away from the curve of Eddie’s jaw.

“You okay?” Steve asked, voice remarkably calm. Eddie was impressed.

“Yeah, it’s just warmer in here than I expected,” Eddie said, tamping down a smirk. Based on the way Steve wouldn’t quite meet his eye, he didn’t tamp it down all that well.

“Yeah, well,” Steve scratched the back of his neck and nodded at a cactus. “The succulents like it hot.”

“The succulents and I have that in common,” Eddie winked, doing his damnedest not to make a dirty play on the word succulents.

Steve’s lack of response other than a faint flush let Eddie’s hearing work in earnest for the first time. Before, his brain had been too busy chanting Steve, Steve, Steve! to really hear anything else from his surroundings, but now the sound of Hungry Like the Wolf finally filtered in through Eddie’s ears. Instinctively, he scrunched his nose. “Do the plants like Duran Duran, too?”

“Well, I like Duran Duran,” Steve corrected, “and I like to think they like what I do.”

“And just when I thought you were perfect,” Eddie sighed, both dreamy and with feigned disappointment.

“Don’t you like 80’s music?” Steve asked with a playful roll of his eyes. Eddie was relieved he took the jab in stride instead of being insulted.

“I like good 80’s music,” he said, leaning forward to give Steve’s shoulder a nudge. The muscles he felt as a result were solid and delicious beneath his fingertips.

“Excuse me,” Steve laughed, then eyed Eddie’s shirt again. “I’m sure you only listen to very cool rock bands, then?”

“Cool is subjective, Stevie,” Eddie said with a lazy smile. “Some people think plants are cool.”

“That they do,” Steve hummed, and Eddie wanted to sink down into the cadence of his voice like a hot bath. He’d meant what he’d said the day before; he’d listen to Steve talk about just about anything. Even Duran Duran. Thankfully, Steve took the cue to start rambling on about his plants instead of music, though. He patiently explained how he thought Eddie could surely handle something called a snake plant because they were “almost indestructible,” and Eddie sort of drifted off into the lull of Steve’s expertise.

Eddie wasn’t sure how long he stood there, staring like a buffoon at Steve’s lips as they moved, but at some point Steve apparently stopped talking. And Eddie had no idea how long ago. All he knew was that Steve had a cute little confused tilt to his head and he was—for some reason—staring at Eddie’s neck. Again.

“Sorry, what?” Eddie asked, trying to blink the love struck veneer from his eyes. He thought maybe he could use the heat in the greenhouse as an excuse for being completely out of his wits. Really he was just rapidly falling for someone he barely knew, and yet was desperate to know more about.

“Sap,” Steve said, and Eddie’s heart clenched. Was he being so obvious that Steve was calling him a sap already?

“I’d hardly say I’m a sap,” Eddie tried to sound casual about it.

“No,” Steve chuckled. It was such a warm sound that Eddie thought he started sweating harder. “You’ve got sap on your neck. Looks like from the rubber tree.”

“Oh, I—” Eddie stuttered and started pawing at his neck to try and get it off. Steve just laughed again, and stepped a little closer.

“Here, let me,” he offered. Before Eddie could exhale a sputtering breath, Steve’s tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb. Then he delicately dragged the same rough, damp skin against the side of Eddie’s neck and wiped the sap away. The cool wake of Steve’s spit left a trail of shivers racing down Eddie’s back, and yet he felt like he was on fire. Steve pretty deliberately traced the slope of Eddie’s lips with his eyes before meeting his gaze. “There.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get himself in so deep in less than twenty-four hours, but there was no denying it now. Then something slotted into place in his mind, a little too late and a lot too dirty.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie scoffed. “Did you just say there’s something called a rubber tree?”

Steve snorted and Eddie knew he’d gotten the joke, at least. Robin poked her head into the greenhouse just as Steve poised himself to reply, though.

“Hey, I’m outta here, dingus,” she said with a mock salute towards Steve. She spared a smile for Eddie that felt like she saw right through how smitten he was. Eddie wondered how much of that little display she’d been watching through the windows.

“Okay.” Steve didn’t really look at Robin as he spoke, Eddie noticed. Instead his eyes stayed stuck on Eddie. “Can you—”

“I’ll lock up on my way out, like I always do,” Robin finished for him. Her tone was annoyed, but her smile was fond as she ducked back out in a flash.

It took Eddie a moment to catch up to what Robin had actually just said, but he got there eventually. He realized the absolute dearth of other people that were around since he’d walked in. “Wait, you’re closing?”

“Always close earlier on weekends,” Steve said with a shrug.

“So why am I here?” Eddie asked, wondering if maybe he’d gotten his wires crossed or showed up later than Steve had wanted.

“Because you want to be, I hope,” Steve said simply, with more earnest want in his eyes than Eddie had ever had directed towards him before. Despite the fact that Eddie was nearly certain they were about to kiss, and despite all the flirting that led up to it, he still felt floored by it. “Thought it’d be easier to talk without customers around.”

“Aw, if you’d told me this was a date I would’ve dressed up, Stevie,” Eddie trilled, unable to help himself. Steve didn’t shy away though, rewarding Eddie with a roguish smile for saying exactly what he thought again.

“You look pretty good to me,” he murmured, inching ever-closer and brushing the faintest of touches against Eddie’s bare stomach.

Eddie was never happier to have decided to wear a crop top in his life.

He also wasn’t willing to wonder what kissing Steve was like any longer—he needed to know. He reached out and hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Steve’s little shorts and pulled him in until their hips were flush, then Eddie tilted his head just so.

Steve dove in the rest of the way, his lips hot and searching against Eddie’s own in an instant. Eddie hummed into his mouth happily, and Steve moved to cup his face with those strong, capable hands of his.

Eager to get handsy as well, Eddie squeezed the curve of Steve’s hip with one hand, then trailed the other right up the front of Steve’s solid chest and around the back of his neck. The faint sheen of sweat Eddie felt beneath his fingertips only served to rile him up further, and he pressed in impossibly closer, until he could feel the steady beat of Steve’s heart reverberating through his own chest.

Steve shifted just enough to slot his thigh between Eddie’s, and Eddie hissed out a needy little noise that would have been embarrassing if Steve hadn’t swallowed it down with a greedy gasp of his own.

It wasn’t enough somehow, even though it was probably too much too soon by most people’s standards. But Eddie wanted to be entirely overwhelmed by Steve, caught in a tidal wave of taste and sound and smell and want. Eddie prodded at Steve’s bottom lip with his tongue, delighted with the soft, wet swell of it. Steve opened up for him shamelessly, swirling his tongue against Eddie’s in a delicious twist that left Eddie grinding down on Steve’s bare thigh.

“Shit,” Eddie panted, grateful to come up for some air when Steve moved to trailing kisses against his jaw. “Any chance that rubber tree could help us out?”

Steve laughed, his hot breath fanning out across Eddie’s neck like a dream. “Not that kind of rubber, sadly.”

Eddie thought it was sad, too, especially when he could feel the bulge in Steve’s shorts pressed against him, and even more so when Steve maneuvered Eddie until his ass rested against the edge of the raised planter with enough force to send soil toppling over onto the floor.

Eddie slotted his fingers into Steve’s soft, perfect hair while Steve went back to sucking what promised to be a delectable hickey into the column of his throat. Eddie moaned aloud, not caring how desperate a sound it was, and rutted into Steve again.

“That mouth of yours is showing a whole lot of promise,” Eddie hummed.

“Just my mouth?” Steve asked just as he rolled his hips against Eddie’s again. He didn’t move his lips from Eddie’s throat, and when Eddie moaned again, he felt Steve’s smile against his skin.

Eddie tugged Steve back from his neck by the hair, his dick twitching when Steve let out a pleased whimper at the pressure Eddie used.

“How about you let me take you out to dinner before I have to go home and change my pants?” Eddie asked, unabashed by how turned on he already was.

“I don’t know,” Steve smirked. “You needing fresh pants sounds pretty fun.”

“Stevie,” Eddie whined, completely disbelieving of how this was already going. At best he’d hoped for some more flirting and an exchange of phone numbers, and here he was ready to drag Steve back to his apartment just because that was where the condoms lived.

Eddie was a little mad at himself for failing to be properly prepared in the first place, if he was being honest. He diverted the subject in an attempt to hold onto a little bit of sanity before he started giving out handjobs to someone he’d just met.

“You don’t even know what I do,” Eddie pointed out with a pout.

“You’re a tattoo artist at the shop a few blocks over,” Steve shrugged, then very deliberately ran his tongue along the tattoo that peeked up above Eddie’s collar and curled around his neck. Steve must have heard the surprise in Eddie’s groan, because he huffed out a little laugh. “Don’t pretend you weren’t also stalking my socials last night.”

It took a long pause for Eddie to remember that Steve already knew his last name, but to be fair he didn’t have much blood flow to his brain at the moment.

“Just the shop’s Instagram,” Eddie grumbled, annoyed that Steve undoubtedly had a whole lot more info on him than the other way around, now. “I couldn’t find yours, but I did try.”

Steve laughed at Eddie’s obvious frustration, low and dark, then went back to teasing his knuckles against the zipper of Eddie’s jeans. “Where did you wanna get dinner?”

“Somewhere we can curl up in a corner booth,” Eddie said, dropping his hand to dance his fingers along Steve’s collarbone. “Where you can sit there, half-hard and thinking about finishing this while I run my hand up your thigh.”

“Eddie,” Steve groaned, a delightful sound that Eddie wanted to hear every day going forward. “Now who’s being a tease?”

“Definitely me,” Eddie smirked as Steve finally pulled away, giving Eddie’s hip a little squeeze as he did.

“C’mon then, I know a place,” Steve said with a wry smile. “If you behave maybe you’ll even get to find out if you were right about the whole ‘big boy’ nickname.”

“Uh, I could already tell, sweetheart,” Eddie said around a laugh, adjusting himself in his jeans as he did. Steve bit his lip and watched, still putting that mouth to good use even when it wasn’t on Eddie. “God, you’re trouble, aren’t you Stevie?”

“You have no idea,” Steve said, eyes full of promise and mischief. Then he held out his hand in offering, and Eddie didn’t hesitate to take it. “Place we��re going has good food and fast service.”

The little wink Steve gave him was nearly enough to make his heart stutter to a stop.

“Excellent,” Eddie cooed, albeit weakly, before allowing Steve to lead him out into the dwindling summer sunlight of the back garden. As they rounded the side of the greenhouse towards the street, though, Eddie heard another familiar croak. He thought he might’ve been hallucinating, but it was a throaty syllable that distinctly sounded like the word sluts.

“Did your raven just slut shame us?” Eddie asked, whipping his head towards the sound, aghast.

“Robin may have taught him a few words…” Steve admitted with a sheepish grin. Then he squeezed Eddie’s hand and kissed his cheek, before leading them off down the street.

Eddie realized he didn’t much care for the commentary of birds—or the fact that he hadn’t actually bought any plants—when he was already having the time of his life.

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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When will we see the new 1dbandmate!yn album????

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Her ONO in London's 02 Arena: December 30, 2022

"Have fun out there, Mrs. Styles." Harry smiles when YN quickly hushes him with her gloved-covered hands.

After dropping her latest album last week (and getting married since then), the night has finally come for her One Night Only show at the O2 Arena in London. The couple now stands backstage just beyond the entrance of where she needs to go to head underneath the massive main stage.

She looks around to make sure no one is hearing them--only a couple of backstage crew members were around and talking amongst themselves as they prepare for the show--before she looks up at him with a giddy smile, "Thank you, hubby. Now go. I want you to be the first one I see when I got out on stage."

A giggle bubbles out of her throat as Harry takes her jaw in his hands and peppers kisses all around her scrunched-up face before planting one of her lips. As much as he wanted to, he knew that he couldn't wear his wedding ring for this special occasion given how much they love their privacy. It was for the best in the end.

Once him and her manager get escorted away (reluctantly so), he looks over his shoulder with a smile to see her scurry underneath the stage structure with her tour crew members flashing their flashlights to the floor in front of her.

...

Once her introduction video has come to its end, YN and her four tour dancers slowly get risen up to the stage to the beginning of her song Woman. The women are brought onto the stage in their fixed positions scattered around a few kitchen set pieces to replicate her album cover. Some are seated at the small table looking like they are doing a cheers with their glasses, another is by the refrigerator as she looks for something on the lower shelf and, of course, YN holding the glass jug of milk close to her lips like she's about to drink from it.

Fans can see she's also wearing her full blue gown that was used for the album cover. It doesn't take very long until she breaks from her frozen position and smiles in utter disbelief, hovering a satin glove-covered hand over her mouth as she looks around at the sold-out arena.

With the song's extended intro, her dancers seamlessly remove the fluffy bottom half of the gown to reveal YN's true outfit for the night. With the sound of an arena filled with screaming fans already chanting her name, her undying love for performing, and finding her husband standing in the relatively close section reserved for family and friends with a beaming smile--life couldn't get any better.

The five ladies on stage strut their way center stage and hit their first dance moves as YN sings, "Woman, let me be your woman..."

...

There's no way that the fans don’t miss the way that when YN sings Main Thing, she smiles giddily at Harry. As she dances and bounces around with her other tour dancers, she can't help herself from looking over her shoulder to match his lovesick smile.

Especially when YN hops down her catwalk and doesn't shy away from singing straight in her secret husband's direction, "Got me trippin', I adore you. I adore you."

...

"Hello, O2. M'name is YN, s'nice to meet you all," YN says from her spot at the end of the catwalk as the crowd roars. She raises her hand and waves to the audience on her right and then curtly spins to her left. She's then using both of her hands to wave to the people up in the nosebleed seats to the people down in the pit, to the people behind her, and all around her.

...

When YN riffs the last note of Bad Side, the audience screams and yells in a mixture of excitement, happiness, and craziness in seeing the pop star.

Once she hands her guitar off to one of the backstage crew members and begins to pull her satin gloves back on, she cheekily brings her chin to her shimmying shoulders.

In the midst of the screaming fans, she hears a girl at the barricade scream out, give it up for the dress!

"Oh, you mean this dress?" YN teases with a knowing smile while pointing to herself. She then takes a second to pose while the crowd yells in excitement: pinching the silk ends of her dress and jutting out her hip, turning around and cheekily looking over her shoulder, swaying her hips as she runs her hands over the front of her outfit.

"Oi enough, you guys flatter me too much," YN says as she messes with her earpieces. A bubbly giggle pushes past her lips when she hears the entire arena begin to bark and hoot. She looks up at her husband and other family members at their seats to see the way he's pumping his fist and hooting along with everyone else.

YN scrunches up her nose and playfully yet aggressively bites down her bottom lip as she copies his arm-pumping motion.

...

"Y'all already know this one," Is all YN says before the lights go out and the infamous guitar intro to her latest single Nonsense begins to play.

This song had its debut on her most recent tour a few weeks prior. Fans were in no way expecting her to just drop a new song off her upcoming album on a random show in Latin America but they gladly accepted the surprise with chaotic screaming, wide eyes, and making the song trend all over TikTok from her creative custom outros.

She moves down the catwalk with a bounce in her step, stopping to crouch down in front of some fans who are all desperately reaching their hands out in hopes to touch the pop star.

As YN sings, her reflexes come in clutch when someone throws a pair of retro cat-eye shaped sunnies and she's able to catch them before they fly by her head. The fans scream out in excitement when she slides them onto rest on the bridge of her nose as she continues the song with ease.

"I'll be honest," YN pinches the end on the sunglasses, tilting her head forward and sassily looks at the fans over them. "Looking at you got me thinking nonsense."

And when she gets to the outro of the song, the fans wait in anticipation for her freestyle ending:

"This crowd is giving me all the endorphins,

Y'all know H can rearrange my organs,

Donny was the city I was born in!"

...

"O2, you ready to slow it down with me?" YN asks as she settles herself to sit on her left thigh in a ladylike fashion. Before the audience knows it, she begins to sing the opening lines to Happier.

A lot of this album is dedicated to Harry, especially to the intense Rollercoaster they've been on in the past 12 years of knowing one another. When sifting through her old songs that never left her folder full of demos, she found this song dated back to 2018 when Harry was spotted with another girl.

She knew not to believe tabloids so easily, but when he didn't accept her nightly face time call, when he began to later to respond back to her text messages, and even canceled on coming to a show where she was going to secretly dedicate a cover song to him, she felt pathetic for feeling hurt.

They had only broken up a month prior in the midst of the on and off relationship, and she was quick to assume that he was quick to move on. Come to find that the tall blonde woman he was with was from his record label as he was working on pitching a chance to make a second album--with YN as one of the main producers no less.

Feeling embarrassed at her jumping head first into conclusions, she stuffed the song file away ready to be forgotten forever...that is until she played it for him for shits and giggles. She's didn't think much of it since they were already engaged to be married and her jealousy for the forgotten woman was way past her.

It became a bitter sweet moment since Harey kept insisting on her to fully produce the song and while she profusely rejected the idea, it's now one of her favorite tracks on the album.

...

"We were supposed to be just friends," YN lazily points to her right, a faux look of confusion washes over her face and she tries not to smile when the fans erupt in a fit of screams.

Glitch has been one of the most anticipated songs that fans have been wanting to hear after some leaked information on Twitter revealed that Taylor Swift was one of the writers on this track.

This song never fails to make the couple smile. There truly must have been a glitch in the system for ending up together--getting married after twelve years of being in love with one another. Through so many ups and a ridiculous amount of downs, it seems like this point in their lives would never come to fruition.

For YN, it's hard for her to wrap her head around how happy she is with him. This all seems so good to be true, like a dream that she's bound to wake up from any second. How can she still be in this in love with him? Wasn't she supposed to sweat out her feelings for him years ago when they were in the band together?

For Harry, there was no way that he would finally get his girl. There are times were he threw logical out the window and just contemplated for days on end how their old management team made them sign that contract all those years ago. With that silly stack of papers, the two teenagers agreed that they wouldn't date, be romantic with or do any type of other intimate acts within the band. While this should had dissipated their feelings for one another, it only somehow made their burning love that much stronger.

It's been almost a week since they made their promise to be with one another forever and both have been floating off in a cloud of bliss ever since.

"I thought we had no chance," YN shrugs up at her husband before giving him a reassuring smile and a lift of her pointer finger, "And that's romance, let's dance."

...

YN would be lying if she says that she wasn't nervous to sing her next song.

Low is by far one of her favorite songs on her new album. It has more of an R&B style of music that she loves and it expresses her true thoughts about being a private person--especially when it comes to her relationship with her new husband. It's definitely one of the more explicit songs she's ever made and bless Harry for being so patient with her on her indecisive, back and forth decision making before officially locking it into the tracklist.

Not to mention that her family and in-laws are in attendance for tonight's show.

Harry can see how timid she is when she begins to sing on the main stage. He sees the way she's keeping her eyes on the floor or glazing over the crowd, her movements are limited to slowing strutting her way across either side of the stage, and (similar to him whenever he performs a new song) her hands can be seen quivering as she fidgets with her earpieces.

However, it's safe to say that YN is pleasantly surprised when the crowd seems to be singing the loudest they have ever been since the start of the night.

By the second chorus, YN has a great surge of confidence zooming through her as she dances center stage with her back-up dancers behind her, "If you see me out in public, you don't know me, keep it silent, In the bedroom I be screaming, but outside I keep it quiet."

She's a performer and she feels so much love from the fans as they create a safe space for her to be who she wants to be on stage. There's no denying that even as shaky as she was at the beginning of this song, all her nerves are nowhere to be seen as she makes her way down the catwalk with a sultry sway of her hips.

"We fucking, we ain't making love no more," YN makes a talking motion with her hand. "You talk that talk, but it don't match with yo' strokes." The floor of the arena is practically shaking when they see YN extends her arm lowly out in front of her and moves her hips like she's sensually thrusting into someone to the choppy beat.

...

"Um," YN puts a hand above her eyes to block the blinding stage lights to look up at the section of the area reserved for family and friends. She can't help but let out a nervous laugh before waving up at her loved ones: her husband, her stepmum Penny, her mother and sister-in-law, Louis and the rest of the Tomlinsons as well as some of the other Styles family members who were recently at her wedding.

"Hi everyone. Sorry yeh guys had to see that," She snorts and the crowd laughs along.

After following Low with her song Need To Know and 34+35 from earlier in her set (both songs with an excessive amount of hip swaying, gloved hands running over her curvy body parts, and bum bouncing), she just needs some reassurance that she hasn't totally traumatized her family.

"Mum, Anne. Yeh lot alright?" YN gives them a thumbs up and she giggles when the two mums lift their hands up in the air as they holler out to let her know they were having a good time.

"Okay, good. I mean, this is a family show after all," She gives a very nonchalant shrug as the crowd erupts into a fit of screaming. After a minute of the crowd going crazy, she lazily brings her microphone back to her lips as she drags out, "Or is it? Right, babe?"

YN cheekily smiles up at her husband and if the crowd wasn't already losing their minds, they certainly are now. "Aw, look he's so embarrassed. It's 'cause our mums are here. Don't worry, it's not like m'singing about choking you with a sea view or anything. Or singing about a certain sugary fruit that's code for doing something nasty to you. Or about...nah I won't say that last one. Anyways..."

...

"...know it's for the better..." YN continues to sing over and over again.

As she sings, her eyes look up at the beautiful sight of a fan project before her. The area is split into three colorful, lit-up sections: pink for her first album, green in the middle for her second, and blue for her current album. And right in front of her, a giant red heart that expands from the nosebleeds to the pit.

Waiting Room was the first love song YN ever wrote. A song too emotional for 17-year-old YN to ever show anyone, a song too embarrassing to ever see the light of day, a song she pathetically wrote about her bandmate.

She'd never had a real crush on anybody before, let alone know what it feels like to be in love. So when these oogey gooey, butterfly-flapping feelings in her tummy emerged at the sight--no, at the mere thought of Harry--it terrified her. She certainly didn't have the courage to talk with anyone about it but she knew she had to get it out somehow; so she turned to music.

Her repeated line has a multitude of meanings and as the years go on, it only seems to increase: her unable to be with him during their time in the band, deciding to keep her feelings bottled away for the sake of friendship and professionalism, finally working out their hidden away feelings, taking things slow, and so much more.

Her emotions get the best of her and she takes a step back from her microphone stand, and while still strumming her guitar, her eyes get glossy and her nose turns pink.

The crowd finishes the song out, repeating the line over and over again, she gives the crowd a water smile and mouths the words thank you.

...

"So with this next song, I wanted to explain a little something before I sing it. Alright?" YN introduces at the end of the long catwalk.

"This song was inspired by a real-life situation, but not in the way that yeh guys may think. So I have a close friend who had some guy issues and after some talking, I suggested that she make a list of things that she doesn't like about this guy to help her see how bad he is for her. And so with her permission, I made it into a song." She huffs a laugh when she hears the crowd begin to scream in excitement from knowing what song she's going to sing next.

"So let me just get one thing clear," YN raises her finger by her hand, already having a hard time taming her smile. "This song is not, not about Harry."

The crowd lets out some ear-piercing screams at the mention of what they know to be her boyfriend. When YN dropped this song as her first single off of her new album about two months ago, both of their fandoms went ballistic in assuming that 10 Things I Hate About You was about the one and only mister Harry Styles. The fans went crazy trying to piece together all the information on this so-called list and couldn't wrap their heads around Harry being so toxic.

The couple knew this was far from the truth and as long as they knew that, it was all good. Plus, they both had a good laugh seeing all the conspiracy TikTok videos attempting to explain how this was related to Harry in some way and to hear how shocked people were that he was unable to...perform in bed. Some were even trying to connect this song all the way back to Kiwi.

This song is by far one of her favorite songs to perform live. The fans are screaming the lyrics back to her, the floor is shaking, and YN is bouncing around all parts of the stage.

Especially when YN sings:

And I don't know how I fell for your shit

You gross me out, now I got the ick

And I've got a list on why you don't get to-

YN throws her head back, arms splayed out beside her and with a beaming smile, mouths along as the crowd screams out, "Fuck me!"

...

"If you want-want what you want-want, then you want it," YN moves her arms similarly to her husband when he aggressively hits music beats on stage.

"You're better than the man I knew, we were in a band and you would flinch, you wouldn't make a move," YN dances freely around the stage and waves her hand dismissingly beside her. "Try to forget the rest as I watch you get undressed. I pray to God this won't be a mess."

This song is hands down YN and Harry’s favorite song they made on her album. Each line of this song encapsulates their relationship from bandmates to more. A fee years cannot erase their history, their love, and passion for one another. It's a wonder to both of them how much their burn for each other continues to blaze stronger after all these years.

"Everybody's always known," YN's lips tug up in a smirk as she hears the crowd scream out knowing precisely what she's referring to. "But I didn't want to admit."

Anyone can obviously point out how enamored Harry and YN have been with one another since 2010. With as much denial as the two of them have been to not only themselves, but to the public eye, they were no match for their fanbases.

It has taken YN years to finally come to terms with that fact that it's okay to love and care about someone as deeply as she does with Harry. She's finally and fully able to admit that she wants him, to have and to hold him, in sickness and in health and for the rest of their lives.

He is truly her soulmate, he's her endgame.

As YN effortlessly hits the last high notes at the end of the song, color confetti rains upon the crowd and they're graced with her golden smile.

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surshica · 2 years ago

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TYSM FOR MESMERIZED IT WAS SO CUTE RAHHHH🙏🏽🙏🏽

okay okay so can i request chishiya x like a very small reader? like short asf yknow? like 5,0 or something

ok thats all ilysm♡︎

SHORTCAKE !

request : chishiya x gn!short reader

genre : cavity sugar rush fluff

A/N : short king with a short reader?? hell yeah!! i’m also somewhat short (dare i say as i’m 5’4 almost 5’5). like its giving short power couple and IM HERE FOR IT. reader will be like 5’0, also this isn’t proof read or anything SOOO..

— CHISHIYA x GN!SHORT READER

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“chishiya can you grab something from the top shelf for me please” you stood on your tippie toes but the itim felt ad if it kept getting farther and farther away, the slight huff in annoyance escaped your lips as you hear chishiya snicker at you.

“i dont even know why you are laughing shuntaro.” your voice came out cold, “youre not much taller then me..” you side-eyed the dyed blonde. he had a stupid cheshire like smile on his face. “i may not be 6’1 but im still taller.” he cheekily smiled at you.

you smiled at him pointing towards the, “flour.” it was soft yet stern tone with a smile plastered on your face; “mmm i wouldn’t say i liked the way you asked me for the flour.” he had his hands in his pockets looking down at you. “this is kind of embarrassing,” you blinked multiple times while your lips formed a downward frown, “whats embarrassing? me looking down at you or you not being able to get some simple flour?” a chuckle stifled out his lips.

“maybe both, i just wanted some flour and tall king chishiya can’t get it.” a sarcastic dreamy sigh left your lips. chishiya rolled his eyes reaching up to grab you the flour. he handed you the box of flour while furrowing his eyebrows— “what do you even need this flour for? you aren’t baking anything..” he grabbed a pack of cookies from the pantry before closing it and leaning againts the pantry door.

“i didnt need it!” you held your hands behind your back, “i just wanted to see if you would reach for it.” he gave you a bore look, as if it was telling you that you can put the flour back yourself. “you’re so random.”

“WELL i just wanted your attention” a mischievous kid like smile was very well ontake on your face. “you literally could ask me for attention and i’ll give it to you.” “that’s a lie.” “only if you think it’s a lie then it’s a lie”

there we just a wave of silence that passed through, chishiya was just staring into your skull while you were acting like it’s a staring contest trying not to blink, your eyes were tearing up so you had to blink. “fuck!” you yelled out loud, a proud smile was plastered onto chishiya’s face.

“well since i have the flour out and you wont help me put it away, we should make something.” you put your hair up in a ponytail (short hair or long hair you decide) chishiya hugged you from behind placing a kiss on your crown, “what do you want to make chef?” he placed two more kisses on the crown of your head,

“mmm..i’m not too sure maybe something strawberry theme” you were scrolling through pinterest to find ideas, chishiya liked the idea of a strawberry dessert.

“i say we make a shortcake..” chishiya mentioned pointing at the shortcake recipe you passed on pinterest, you turned your head to look at him, “i like that idea, but you are going to help me make it!” yn grinned proudly; chishiya shrugged planting a small kiss on your cheek; a small giggle escaped your lips “if you keep giving me kisses we aren’t going to finish or even start the cake.”

“the cake can wait now. this is more important.” chishiya whispered giving you more kisses around the face. “you wanted the cake and now i’m craving it..” you giggled at the touch of the kisses. you quickly pecked him on the lips before pushing away. “lets do this cake come on chishi!” chishiya groaned at you escaping his grasp,

“can you get the vanilla extract..baking soda..salt..and sugar please!” you asked him as you went to the fridge to grab some eggs. “you’re so tall you can’t even reach them.” he snarled a comment, you quickly turned your head to him.

“if i were you i would shut up. i have some eggs in my hand right now.” you warned him, he puckered his lips before going to get the things you asked for. chishiya placed all the ingredients near you as he leaned against the countertop; his hands in his pocket.

“short person making a shortcake? this will be a sight to see.” chishiya watched as you mix the dry and the wets together in a bowl, you gave him a confused look causing him to have a stupid smirk on his face. “we can finally see which one is shorter.”

you stopped mixing the ingredients giving him a death stare look, “…you are so.” your face twitched—grabbing some flour from the box and throwing it at him. “..was that necessary??” he looked all at his clothes that have been covered with flour and his face and hair.

“if your short jokes were necessary thennnn the flour was necessary!!” you perked up your shoulders continuing the mixing. chishiya moved the bowl aside; grabbing you by the waist pulling him closer to you, “you wouldn’t mind having some flour on you for all the tall king jokes then?” his face that had flour on it was rubbed against you.

“CHISHIYAAAA” you huffed. a small smile was on his face, “you started it so i’m here to make this problem even bigger.” by the end of it, you had a bunch of flour on your face. he took a picture of a grumpy face flour covered you, “you look beautiful” he laughed giving you a small kiss on the lips. “i hate you.”

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gayhorrorboy · 6 months ago

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happy narumitsu week!! i didnt have anything done for day 1 so heres day 2 lol.

this ideally would slot somewhere around the end of t&t but i didnt have a set timeline spot in mind. its just a cute confession scene

NaruMitsu Week Day 2: Flowers

Word Count: 1894

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When Edgeworth saw the gift that had been left for him, his first thought was that Oldbag had found some way around the instructions he’d given security about her. An elegant vase with a spray of flowers–lavender, mint leaves, autumn Adonis, and a single maroon rhododendron bloom. It had been left on his desk. There wasn’t a card in the arrangement. Slowly, Edgeworth set his briefcase down, studying the arrangement. It was too small and too tasteful for Oldbag.

He reached for the vase–a simple thing, of curved green glass. There was a small card tucked under it. The slip of paper had typed words, no identifying handwriting. No signature either.

I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.

Seven words, four types of flowers, and no signature. Edgeworth picked up the vase, moving it to the shelf under his window. It stood next to his tea set, unassuming, not looking like the source of a mystery Edgeworth now felt compelled to solve.

When he opened his laptop, he disregarded his case files, opening a new search.

Lavender, according to an 1865 book on flower meanings, could signify distrust, but an 1884 one noted it could also mean confession. The same 1865 source said mint could mean positive feelings towards someone. It added that Adonis’ flower meant painful memories, and that the ‘burgundy’ rhododendron meant ‘unconscious beauty.’ The same two books also agreed that in general, a rhododendron meant love, privacy, and trusting confidence.

Edgeworth sat back in his chair. Distrust, confession, warm feelings, painful memories, love, privacy, and whatever ‘unconscious beauty’ meant. There were very few people that could be from. He would investigate after he did his work.

The rest of the workday was spent assembling arguments in between fielding questions and evidence reports from detectives. It felt like days before Edgeworth could finally repack his briefcase and hurry downstairs to his car. A brief wave to the security room and he was out of the office. He’d gone there very few times, but he navigated to the Wright and Co. Law Offices from memory. Two lefts here, then a right. Park in the back lot, tucked away from the street. Take the office building’s main elevator up to the space occupied by Phoenix Wright and his rotating group of teenaged assistants.

Today it was the young Ms. Fey that answered the door, her jaw dropping at the sight of him. She couldn’t be a very good assistant if she made such obvious faces all the time, but she’d proved to be rather competent as a legal aide in the courtroom.

Now she called, “PHOEEEENIXXXXX!” as she ran to toss open the door to the inner office. Edgeworth winced. Maya Fey had quite the set of pipes. When he entered the office, he found the youngest Miss Fey watching television as Phoenix Wright sat at his desk, distractedly chewing on a pen.

“Mr. Edgeworth came to see you!” Maya sing-songed before joining Pearl by the TV. The pen fell out of Phoenix’s mouth.

“Uh–Edgeworth! I wasn’t expecting you!”

“I can see. Just as I wasn’t expecting to find this in my office this morning, Wright.” Edgeworth lifted the card that had come with the arrangement.

“I–um. Maya, have you and Pearl eaten dinner?”

“Not yet.” Ms. Fey was back on her feet at the mention of food. Edgeworth watched as his rival pulled a few crumpled dollar bills from his pocket, passing them to Maya distractedly. So this was how a stellar defense lawyer operated.

“Take Pearl and get burgers or something. Take your time.”

“Thanks, Phoenix! Pearly, come on!” The Feys cleared out quickly.

“Well?” Edgeworth leaned against a chair, looking around the room. Phoenix buried his face in his hands as Edgeworth looked at the scraggly plant by the window. It had been the eldest Ms. Fey’s once.

“I didn’t know how to say it.”

“To say what, exactly? A bouquet of flowers with conflicting meanings isn’t a good way of sending a message.”

“It was Maya’s idea. I just looked for the meanings I wanted.”

“Taking relationship advice from a nineteen year old may also not be a good course of action. What were you trying to say?”

“...Just sit down for a minute.” Phoenix scrubbed his hands over his face as he sat straighter in his chair. Edgeworth obliged. The sun was setting outside as he waited for Phoenix to speak.

It wasn’t silent in the office. The girls hadn’t turned off the television. A box fan was struggling against the heat that came with the final days of summer, before the autumn chill set in.

Over that, he could hear Phoenix whisper, “I didn’t want to ruin what we have.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We’re only just trusting each other again. I don’t even know if you’d call me a friend. I thought if I didn’t tell you then maybe we could have at least a friendship.”

“Didn’t tell me what, Wright?” Edgeworth asked, even as he had an awful suspicion of what Phoenix was about to say. Mint for warmth, rhododendron for love and privacy.

“You don’t change your entire career plans for a man just because you were childhood friends, Edgeworth.”

“Ah.”

“I like finding out you’re my opposing counsel in court. I like watching you argue. I like listening to your voice. I like when you tell me something about yourself that you wouldn’t tell anyone else. I like seeing you be kind to kids–”

“Kids that you bring to crime scenes. I’m distracting them so you can’t permanently scar them.”

“Maya and Ema both approached me first!”

“Ms. Skye was brought into a situation she could barely comprehend, and she needed all the help she could get.”

“She still has that fingerprinting kit you gave her.”

“I’m aware.” Edgeworth had the Polaroid he’d been sent, of Ms. Skye waving her acceptance letter to the forensics academy, tucked in a drawer of his desk. It sat next to other pictures, mostly of Franziska after winning trials. There was one from the end of Maya Fey’s trial as well, of her waving a victory banner in front of both himself and Phoenix. He could admit he was prone to a certain sentimental streak.

“But back to topic! I… I like you, Edgeworth… Miles.”

Well. That certainly wasn’t what Edgeworth had been expecting when he’d come to see Phoenix today.

“And you didn’t want to speak to me, so you made a bouquet? Were you banking on me looking up the meanings?” Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Phoenix buried his face in his hands.

“I know you probably never want to hear from me again, but–”

“For God’s sake, Wright, pull yourself together. How on earth did you become a lawyer if this is the extent of your communication skills? Being afraid of rejection is no reason to act purposely obtuse.”

“I–I just–”

“I haven’t even rejected you and already you’re acting like your life is over.”

“Yeah.”

“Look at me …Phoenix.” Miles waited for Phoenix to lift his head. He hadn’t used his first name to address him in a very long time. “I… also have feelings for you. Our rivalry is limited to the courtroom, and you know this.”

“I do?” Lord, the man was frustrating.

“...And, I greatly admire your ability to be selfless, your endless empathy, and your strength and dedication to your ideals.”

“Do you also like my hair?” Phoenix’s face had a giant, stupid grin on it. Miles glared across the desk at him.

“My affection has its limits. But perhaps the way it frames your face has a certain charm.” Sensing Phoenix was gearing up with an awful comeback, Miles hurried to finish his statement. “It took time for me to understand what I felt for you, and even now it is taking everything in me to suggest we be anything less than utterly professional.”

“According to the judge, Godot, and even your sister, I’ve never once been even a smidge professional. Speaking of which, can I take you to dinner?” Franziska would have so many opinions on this, Miles was sure. And yet he continued in his new unprofessional behavior.

“Can you afford to?”

“Uhm…!”

“I’m joking. Naturally, I will take you out to dinner.” Miles stood, waiting for Phoenix’s response. And so he got to watch the object of his affections stumble to his feet, catch himself on the desk, and then knock over a stack of papers as he rushed to grab Miles’ hand.

“Can I kiss you?” Miles shot a look at the mess of papers on the floor before he looked back to Phoenix. “...I’ll get those put back later.”

“I suppose.” Miles leaned in, one hand coming to frame Phoenix’s face. He’d noticed he had heterochromia before, but now he got to stare into those beautiful eyes before Phoenix closed them and kissed him.

Phoenix’s lips were slightly chapped. He met Miles with enthusiasm, as if he had been waiting and anticipating this. Miles had kissed very few people before, his focus always on his work before anything else, and a part of him was unsure if Phoenix would be disappointed by the experience.

But when Phoenix pulled back, he dropped Miles’ hand to instead squeeze his face between his palms. “You’re beautiful, Miles.”

“You are also lovely. Where would you like to get dinner?” There were those shining eyes, one blue, one brown, blinking at him. Phoenix had nice eyelashes.

“I probably don’t know the fancy spots you like to eat at.” Most days Miles would pick up takeout and eat it in his office, but Phoenix didn’t need to know that.

“I’m certain I can choose something you’ll enjoy.” But Miles didn’t move, didn’t pull away from studying Phoenix’s face (he’d never noticed the freckles across the other man’s nose before) until the office door flew open.

“Phoenix! –OH!” At Maya’s yelp, Miles pulled back, suddenly quite aware of the two girls in the doorway and his own hand on Phoenix’s cheek. He didn’t have much time to process his feelings before the youngest Fey stalked up to Phoenix.

“Mr. Nick! That’s so unprofessional! In your office?! With Mr. Edgeworth?! How could you, Mr. Nick?!” To emphasize each sentence, Miss Fey punched Phoenix in the stomach. Miles hadn’t known how strong a preteen girl could be.

“Miss Pearl–”

“And you, Mr. Edgeworth!” She whirled on him. “You two are rivals! Why not at least try to act like it?”

“It’s complicated, Pearls. How about you and Maya hang out here while I head out for a bit? The evening cartoons are about to start.”

“Fine.” Pearl crossed her arms in a huff, walking back to the television as if she owned the office.

Maya didn’t say anything at first, but as Phoenix started to walk out ahead of Miles she whispered, “I knew it.”

Phoenix went bright red. Miles knew he probably looked much the same. When they made it to the elevator, Miles spoke again.

“Well… I know a lovely sushi place, over near the beach.”

“That sounds great.” Phoenix turned to Miles, giving him a peck on the cheek. How unprofessional. Anyone in the hall could’ve seen them before the elevator doors closed. But somehow, Miles found he didn’t mind.

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[Translation] Murr SSR Card Story: Invitation to a new world

Why am I learning Perspectivism in a freaking bishounen card game?

Event: Reflections of the Moon in the Teardrops of Pavone Characters: Murr, Cain, Akira

Card Story: Invitation to a new world

Episode 1

That day, we visited a research institute located in the Western Country.

The place was overrun with poisonous Taboo Peacock leaves, exuding a desolate and strangely beautiful aura of ruins.

Cain: Sir Sage, the branches are drooping over there. Be careful.

Akira: Wow, you're right. Thanks for the heads-up, Cain.

Murr: The nectar dripping from the leaves is poisonous, so watch out!

Akira: I know... Even though this plant is beautiful, I can't help but feel a little scared when I hear it's poisonous.

Murr: ...Wah!

Murr let out a sudden shout and jogged over to a shelf filled with test tubes and flasks.

Murr: I found something amazing! Sir Sage, Cain. Look, look!

Akira: That color... Could it be Taboo Peacock poison?

Murr held a small glass bottle in his hand. A deep purple liquid swirled within the transparent container.

Murr: Yup. It's much more concentrated than what's on the market! This was made by extracting the venom and boiling it down for several hours. At normal concentrations, it's harmless as long as it doesn't enter the body, but at this level, even a single drop on the skin can be fatal.

Akira: Th-that dangerous!? Is it okay to just hold it like this...?

Cain: Of course not! Murr, it would be dangerous if the lid came off. Put it back where it belongs, please.

Murr: O~kie.

Cain: I'd expect nothing less from a research institute specializing in Taboo Peacock...Such potent poison, just casually left out like that.

Akira: It must be very valuable, then.

Cain: Indeed. It's strictly controlled to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. And even ordinary poisons are quite expensive, aren't they? A small vial of something as concentrated as that could probably fetch a mountain of gold coins.

Murr: This is a poison of such high value. When the effectiveness of this poison was confirmed, armies from all over the world desperately wanted to get their hands on it. Because it is extremely difficult to handle and there is no antidote, it is guaranteed to kill the enemy. The name "Taboo Peacock" was also given to it around that time.

Akira: Huh…So it was called by a different name before?

In response to my question, Murr didn't nod immediately. Instead, his eyes rose to meet the hanging leaves, their deep purple hues catching the light.

The falling peacock leaves seemed reflected for a moment in his irises. A hint of nostalgia flickered across his face as he spoke.

Murr: “Eye of Twilight”. The researcher I know called it that.

Episode 2

Akira: “Eye of Twilight”…

Cain: Huh…that's a very beautiful name.

Murr: These leaves have patterns like peacock feathers, don't they? They look like the sky being dyed purple as the sun sets, so that's why they were named that.

Cain: The patterns on peacock feathers look like eyes too.

Akira: Yes. Now that you mention it, the deep blue base color with the light-colored patterns on top looks like the twilight sky. I think it's a very romantic name. The current name itself doesn't leave a very good impression...

I looked up at the Taboo Peacock again. The peacock fern leaves were still standing beautifully.

Murr: The impression of “Taboo Peacock” is a relatively recent one, historically speaking. In some regions, the Taboo Peacock is even considered a sacred tree.

Murr looked back at the Taboo Peacock tree and chanted a spell.

Murr: 《Eanul Rambul》

The Taboo Peacock leaves fluttered down. Murr gently picked up one of them with magic.

Murr: "May the blessing of the eye protect you, so that you will never lose your way, no matter how dark the night may be, and continue to walk forward without hesitation."

Akira: Blessing of the eye...

Murr: Yup. There's also a custom of giving these leaves to important people as a prayer for protection.

Cain: I see... Even though it's poisonous, this thing wasn't always used as a weapon, right? Some people might feel like they're being watched over by the eye-like pattern. Even though we can't help but feel that it's a dangerous thing, it's not right to be prejudiced.

Murr: It’s not totally wrong, ya know! The way you feel is shaped by the era you were born in and the environment you grew up in. Of course, that's not a bad thing. We just perceive things within the framework we've unconsciously formed... After all, the fact that we find these leaves beautiful is also a kind of perception within our existing framework, right?

Akira & Cain: Eh...?

Murr: Sir Sage, Cain. What do you think are beautiful? Flowers? Butterflies? Or gems?"

Episode 3

Akira: Uh, well... I think they are all beautiful and wonderful things...

Murr: And why is that?

Cain: Even if you ask me why... do we need a reason to think something is beautiful?

Murr: Of course not! The definition of beauty is subjective, and that's part of your current life framework. With that in mind, let me ask you again: Now that you know Taboo Peacock poison can be deadly, can you still say that this tree is beautiful? Even with fear and caution towards the deadly poison, can you still truly find it beautiful and love it?

Murr blinked his clever and changeable eyes, looking at my and Cain's faces in turn.

Murr: For me, I think it's very beautiful! It's dangerous to get too close, just like the moon. That's part of its charm too. While I wouldn't get close to the Taboo Peacock like I would to the moon, I can understand that principle!

Akira: T-that's a tough question. It’s beautiful because it’s scary, although I can kind of understand that...

Cain: I haven't really thought about it that deeply before. So, once you think of Taboo Peacock as something dangerous, you can't purely think of it as beautiful, is that what you mean?

Murr: It's best to question the so-called “pure” too! We all have distorted subjective perceptions when we look at things. But interesting thing happens once you realize this. When you realize the framework exists and try to break free from it, you may discover a whole new world.

Akira: Like the idea that the dangerous poison is also part of its charm?

Murr: Exactly! Of course, then we might be bound by different frameworks again!

Cain: Uhm…? I feel like my head is starting to spin.

Akira: This discussion may never end...

Murr: But don't you think it's interesting to feel this way? I like it! That's why I keep thinking about it!

Cain: As expected of Murr. If it were me, I might have fallen asleep while thinking about it. But my perception of the Taboo Peacock has changed a bit thanks to you.

Akira: Me too! Although I'm still a little scared, I'm also fascinated by its beauty and want to appreciate it carefully... Does this mean that we have become aware of the existence of the framework and then broken free from it?

Murr: Maybe! So now, tell me your understanding of the Taboo Peacock! Perhaps in the process of discussion, we will see a new world!

Card Episode: Stylish Interior Decoration

Murr: Sage! Look, look!

Akira: What's the matter, Murr...? Oh, is that a Taboo Peacock leaf!? How did it get here...?

Murr: I picked up a few leaves that fell on the ground when we visited the research institute last time! Look, the patterns shine when the light passes through them, right?

Akira: Oh, you're right…! The color even changes depending on the angle you look at it. Just like its name, it's like a peacock's feather. But is this okay? The nectar that drips from the leaves is poisonous.

Murr: I didn't touch it directly! I just used magic to make it float. Even if it doesn't get into your body, it can be very troublesome if it accidentally touches your mucous membranes. Hey, how about you get one too, Sage? If you decorate it near the window, it's sure to cast colorful shadows on the floor!

Akira: Uh...? Well, that's true. It would be a great interior decoration, but I'm not confident that I can take good care of it...

Murr: No problem! To prevent the poison from leaking, I'll seal it in several layers of glass and then seal it tightly with magic. I'll also add a stylish frame,《Eanul Rambul》!

Akira: Wow, amazing! It's turned into a super stylish wall decoration...! Oh, there's already a little bit of nectar oozing out. The faint purple color spreading on the transparent glass is so beautiful...

Murr: If the amount of nectar gradually increases, the glass might even be dyed a deep purple. It's because of the poisonous nectar that we can enjoy this beautiful change!

----Home Screen Line----

“Did ya know, Sir Sage? When someone gazes at something captivating, their eyes sparkle like jewels. Look, even now! Right in front of me, there are two dazzling gems... your eyes, Sir Sage, always shine brightly whenever you look at us!”

----Event Trait----

Tree Spirit: Because I love you, I don't want to hurt you. Because I love you, I don't want to be hurt. Beneath the grand tree, this is my heartfelt wish.

#mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #translation #murr

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