#but it doesn’t seem like she’ll be reading him anytime soon

[szczylpierdolony]

oh andddd the runaway horses copy my sister got me in nyc IS THE RIGHT COVER YAAYYYY

[cozymochi]

Hello hello! Do your ocs have any partner preferences perhaps? Asking for a friend :3

Keep up the awesome work Cozy, your art always amazes me when I pass by. Also love reading your rambles, they're all so well written~

Who is this “”friend”” and what is their INTENT? - I was gonna make a “haha lab partner preference” joke, but I’ll bite…. for the lawlz.

“We're students. We should be studying, not wasting our time with such unacademic pursuits!” - Sebek Zigvolt - SSR Ace Suitor Suit Vignette: “My Beloved”

SHORT ANSWER: Nope because everyone in that series is partner-preference-phobic. LONG ANSWER: I entertain hypotheticals so follow along if you want to. Take it with a grain of salt though. Or don’t! None of this matters 💃

Emilio is too self important and doesn’t really think about potential partners at all. He’s too busy trying to assert how reliable he is and prove how incompetent everyone else around him must be as a result. BUT! If someone were to ask, he’d give them a once over and decide then and there whether or not they’d be worth his time. Weirdly enough he seems more enticed by the idea of somebody matching is self-important and ambitious energy rather than someone who can gas him up. No, no, gassing up is for peers and family. Partner must engage in a constant battle of wits and pettiness and outdoing each other. ���Not much of a partnership, really, but nobody said this guy had a healthy and not-skewed idea of relationships.

Cecil does not have the self-esteem to consider serious partnerships, nor entertains the idea of pursuing either. He needs to work out his own issues first, and chances are that alone (and studying) will keep him away from that sorta stuff. THAT SAID, unlike everyone else he is not immune to pretty people who very clearly have their lives together. Outwardly, he’s into those clearly out of his league. Someone confident in their own skin (unlike him), and having that confidence practically radiating off of them is his preference… but, in that response to seeing like, a model on tv or in a magazine kind of way. Otherwise, he probably has no idea what he would actually want. It’s not happening anytime soon to begin with.

Nyoka, surprise, also does not think about partnerships. Not that it matters because in his clan all partnerships between Cobra Beastmen at his status are arranged anyway. When he’s done with school it’s only a matter of time afterwards before that has to be dealt with. So there’s no real reason to entertain preference at all. Maybe having good manners is his bare minimum expectation, but it’s hard to say. He doesn’t really care by any measure and will remain stringent in what’s expected of him. Unless somebody awakens something in him, but what’s the likeliness of that happening? There is no freak here.

🪷 Tia under cut. 🪷

Tia does not entertain hypotheticals.

🪷Romantic pursuits are not on the table for her nor a focus, she just writes it off entirely. She’s got other things going on, like figuring out why she’s even there and finding a way back home. And when she gets back home it’ll be back to business. That’s her plan, and she has tunnel vision when it comes to her future career ventures and making her dreams a reality. Don’t ask, she’ll swerve and never answer. Besides, she probably doesn’t even know what she’d look for anyway. She just dismisses it all and doesn’t allow herself to consider it.

🪷 … BUT…

🪷 …she will notice if somebody is… sturdy. So to speak.

🪷 Despite everything, she sometimes wishes she was the type to entertain frivolous thoughts like that. Given her current situation though, that might not be ideal to toy with.

OKAY BYE i dont know what knowing any of this will do for anybody

[hypnos333]

Love on the brain

Claudia X Reader

Synopsis: You are Claudia’s lover and Lestat has you and Louis right under his thumb and Claudia doesn’t like her lover seeing being so close to her enemy

All your life you lived with authority in your life I guess that’s why you can say Lestat and Louis always considered you a legit child. When you met Claudia it was so very random.

You were just eating from the cookie jar till they entered with her.

“Sunshine meet Claudia she’s a new addition to the family” Louis greeted making you look at claudia with your light brown eyes.

“Why does she have different eyes?” Is she a vampire too? Oh you look so beautiful too!” Claudia rambled making you nervously chuckle as she got close to your face.

“Thanks” You said before rushing to your cookie jar then back to your casket

“Oh yes little miss sunshine, she’s differently a joyful but nervous around strangers. Don’t worry my lil milkweed she’ll get used to you do time” Lestat said as Louis sigh leading Claudia around.

“Be aware of a snake also” Louis warned making Claudia gulp down her spit. “Is it poisonous?” She asked.

“His name is Faust and no he is not poisonous so don’t worry your little pretty head” Lestat answered as they showed her the basics of being a Vampire

And do time You did get used to Claudia and you introduced her to Faust who was always being lazy in your room. Even after Charlie, Claudia fell in love with you. You seemed to always smile and laugh. You though seem to love Claudia but you noticed her humanity is off after Charlie.

After Louis and Lestat read her Diary, you distance yourself from her. And she left.

Secretly she been following you. and the mess of your family but mostly you. And then the fight between Louis and Lestat until Lestat left.

3 years. A lot changed in 3 years for instance Claudia begged you to go on a date. You said yes of course. You would always sneak in her coffin with just a bra and sweats before sneakily kiss her with het hands on your waist and your arms around her neck in the small space.

Her hands would wander up your skin to under your sports bra playing with your breast as you moan quietly. Until she’ll slip her hands out before putting her hands on your ass.

“You tease” You pouted as she kissed your neck as you close your eyes and enjoy her touch.

“Goodnight my love” She mumbled in your ear “Good night” You sigh

When you were alone walking to feast you saw Lestat, someone you haven’t seen in years shows up with a small gift in his hands.

“Hello my sunshine” he greeted her with a mysterious smirk. “Hello Lestat, May I help you with something?” You asked with a ick in your voice.

“Oh just wanna drop off a gift for you I was gonna give it to you earlier but it seems like Claudia have her plans” Lestat said handing her the gift. You opened it to see these most beautiful pink ring one standing out as you noticed it matched one ring he was wearing.

“I know how much you love rings especially matching ones” he smirked already winning her heard once more.

“I-I thought you hated matching Wha-“With you my little sunshine its an exception” He said gently to her.

You rushed and gave him a bone crushing hug before repeating the same works “Thank you” over again. You came home happy and smiling and both Louis and Claudia looked worried at that.

So they read her mind and Claudia was fuming with rage as her lover forgave him and I don’t think she was gonna tell Claudia anytime soon until Louis forgave him and he did.

She stormed out making You follow her in a rush leaving Louis thinking about forgiving the same man.

“HOW COULD YOU?!?” Claudia yelled baring her teeth out making you slightly flinch at the noise.

“Lestat is like a father figure to me, Claudia and I knew him longer then you so back off” You hissed before rushing away from her.

You sat on the roof for hours drinking blood bags and eating croissants. Until Louis came checking on her, he sat next to her before taking her blood bag drinking the rest of it making her give him an irritated look.

“Was that necessary Louis?” You asked him making him chuckled.

“Listen Sunshine I know how you’re feeling” he said ignoring the question. You already know where this conversation is going as you rolled your eyes.

“Hey! Don’t you eyes at me, I know you love Lestat as Family but- “He hides to many secrets… he hides to much I mean” You interrupt him making him nod as sigh.

“I know what you mean and I’m scared to be alone. What if I loose you or Claudia? I’ll be alone with no one” You shared your thoughts.

“Oh Darling i’m forever gonna be with you, me and Claudia aren’t leaving you ever” Louis reassured making her hug him tightly.

“Thank you Louis” You mumbled making hum in content.

Days past as they forgave Lestat Except Claudia.

“Louis, and My love I have a plan” Claudia said in they’re head

Louis and You worriedly look at each other as Claudia and Lestat continued to play chess.

“My love as much as you see him as a father figure we’re gonna kill him” She continued

“We’re gonna kill Lestat”

[giuseppe-yuki]

I AM BACK and kinda sleepy, HELLO NEIGHBOR (our countries are near each other!!)

I imagine that one of the driver gfs has a scary job, but i don't know which. They scare their bf every time and they are like: well this is what u make me feel like!! while kicking their legs happily

- 🐺 anon

HI HI :)

that’s so cool we are neighbors!!!! it really is a small world, even on tumblr, huh?

-

certainly! when you said scary, i perceived it as potentially dangerous in certain situations.

i first thought of a firefighter as big possibility. like max somehow just finding out his gf is a firefighter??? not only that, an actual fire chief??? he probably does so in a stupid way too, like he’s reheating a kabob at home, and it all goes horribly wrong and his kabob catches on fire. while he’s going batshit insane, trying to blow out the flaming object in front of him (“gahhhh!!!! my kabob!!! what do i do? what do i do?”) his gf just rolls her eyes, shoves the pantry door open, and pulls out the fire extinguisher, pulls out the safety pin with her teeth, and expertly diffuses the situation with a simple spray of the nozzle (“wow, max, i’m glad we didn’t overreact and stayed completely calm over the small kitchen fire!”) after max gets over the fact that he certainly will not be eating his kabob anytime soon, he def questions his girlfriend how she knew what to do. she gives him a weird look (“max…i’m…. a fire chief..?”). he responds in a calm manner (“WHAT? but that’s so dangerous! you have to be careful, okay??”). she, of course gives him a good talking to regarding the comparison of danger levels of their respective jobs.

another possibility- fighter jet pilot!!! hell yeah 👍

let’s say, yuki’s gf maybe? i would think that in this universe where she is a pilot, she doesn’t act at all like a typical fighter jet pilot’s personality would be. like she’d be super shy and timid, always hiding behind yuki in the paddock and flitting away from reporters. all yuki knows is that her job is very time consuming like his own, and that she sometimes disappears for a few weeks for something “job related” that she calls “missions.” yuki thinks nothing of his gf’s job shenanigans, cause hey, how can he when he does the exact same thing, heading to what seems the 20th triple header in the 2024 season. it’s only when his gf invites him to a work thing to see something “kind of interesting,” does he actually realize… wait maybe she wasn’t kidding about the “missions.” why is her workplace in the middle of a desert…. why is there like three highly armed security guards that just waved the both of them through a barbed wire gate…why is she walking into this giant ass aeroplane hangar…why is she pulling on a helmet….why is she getting into that jet? she’s prob there just for a test run of the jet, so does a few loop d loops or whatever you do with a fighter jet to test it, effectively scaring the shit out of her poor boyfriend, who cringes every time the jet takes a nosedive dangerously close to the ground. he’s still kind of in shock, even later that night back at his house. she’ll be quietly reading her book on the bed that they share and he’s all like, “disregarding the whole part where you are literally a fighter jet pilot, it’s actually v scary when you do those nosedives and flips in the air while going a billion km/h. my heart literally can’t stand that :( if i see that again i might pass out from a heart attack.” she just laughs. “i know exactly how you feel baby- that’s what i feel when you’re speeding down the straights in that little matchbox car of yours.”

[lostsoulofdragon]

.....Tempest gets stung and there's no Storm Lotus to counteract the ShadowWing venom.....how would the Winter Court react to one of the prince's dragon bodyguard/aunts slowing dying a agonizing death?

ohhhh. That’s a good question. I can only really give a sure answer for Soul and Ombrage, but I can only assume about Nightmares reaction.

I’m certain Soul would beg Nightmare to raise hell to get that Storm Lotus. She’d probably sell her free will for that.

I can guarantee you that she reads through the whole library of Nightmare THREE TIMES to search for another cure, goes to Ombrage and tests Ombrages venom with different things.

Is it neutralized by a certain type of magic? Perhaps a gemstone or metal? How about a piece of wood from some magical tree?

If both the research and the search wouldn’t be successful, she’d definitely do her best to make sure Tempst is comfortable. You know, get her somewhere safe, try to ease her pain as much as she can, hell, Soul would even try to lie and tell Tempest that ‘Everything will be fine’, ending in her doubling over and only coming back to consciousness a while later.

Depending on how severe Tempests condition is, she’d bring Rowan along to have him caress the dragons snout and hug her talon while Soul tries to calm Tempest.

Ombrage? She’ll never recover. Ever. How dare she let one of her own tribe attack her friend(?)? How dare she not be able to instantly heal Tempest? There’s a 50/50 chance with her; either she’ll stick to Tempests side, and as soon as ANYONE approaches, she’ll actually growl for once. Or, she’ll stay away. Hide in her cave for months. She’ll most likely go so far as to blame herself for Tempests death. But regardless, she’s never seen with an attached tailtip anytime after that. (She’s so emotionally unstable)

Nightmare? I don’t know, honestly. Sure, his partner was HEAVILY attached to the dragon- she offered her free will and everything if only he’d look for that weird flower neither he nor Dream have ever heard of. No, he can’t offer her that. The best he can do is offer his condolences to Tempest and the dragons around her, and maybe, if he’s feeling generous, ask her if she’d like a fae-burial as well. One for a soldier, and a honorable one at that.

The rest of the court would either not get word of it, or not see it as world moving. Oh, another dragon cadaver has been found? Rare, but nothing new. Dead dragons sometimes show up in the forest, like dead wolves and deers. No difference. Aside the kings partner seems awfully… dull the next months. She barely goes out onto those weird dragon studies anymore, doesn’t carry her son around and cheerfully sing to him in a language the humans speak.

But if Nightmare actually pulls off the grande funeral for Tempest, there will be questions. Gossip. Why? For a dragon? Sure, that fae said dragons were intelligent, so what did it matter to them? Nothing, really. Why did the king still do it? Was it simply to please his partner?

All in all, she’ll definitely not be forgotten, or given up on. That just the way Soul and Ombrage show their respect. (And yes, Ombrage would go to the funeral. No matter how scared she was- in her eyes, SHE CAUSED THIS. She should’ve been a better person- better at keeping the peace in this forest. Well, that mission failed when the war arrived here.)

oh, and Rowan gets barely let outside anymore till he’s what Nightmare AND Soul consider ‘mature’.

[hellcheer-heaven]

Thoughts on Hellcheer: Their first time

The idea of sex has often been idolized and propped up on such a high pedestal that it just seems like if they don’t start having it soon, then it’s a sign of a “bad relationship.” Theoretically they each have an idea of what they would do, but they’re both so nervous about asking the other. Chrissy is afraid that she’ll be seen as a “slut” while Eddie is worried he’ll be called a “pervert.”

Simultaneously he’s worried that he won’t satisfy her, he may hurt her, and that he won’t be able to maintain for very long. Chrissy thinks that Eddie will be grossed out by her body and that he’ll use her for his pleasure and disregard hers.

Eddie’s exposure to sex was through pornographic magazines and movies, believing that he has to be macho and give commands, while staying hard for the longest time possible. Chrissy’s exposure to sex was through erotic novels she would secretly read in the library. She believes that everything is going to be magical: Every kiss, every touch, and every groan from him will cause her to have many, many orgasms.

Finally their first time happens, well sort of. They just sit on the bed a foot away from each other in their underwear. Eddie keeps his hands on his thighs while Chrissy holds herself; neither of them look at each other. The seconds feel like hours, the heaviness in the air weighs down on their shoulders like a heavy anvil is squishing them.

Chrissy has been intimate with Jason, only after he pressured her into it. The experience was good for him, for her she just wanted it to be over. She felt so disgusted and disconnected with herself and her body for days. Any semblance of his touch made her livid. She didn’t want to feel this way anymore and she made sure to let Carver know when she broke up with him.

Eddie was the first to break the ice and say that they don’t have to do anything. In that moment Chrissy felt her heart grow, tears quickly flooding her sense of sight. Eddie saw her and thought that he screwed up big time for saying that. She locked lips with him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stopped herself and was about to apologize, but Eddie went in for a kiss as well.

Eddie was attentive to Chrissy, asking where she wanted to be kissed and making a mental map in the process. He watched and listened to how she reacted, falling deeper in love with her. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable, telling her a number of times that if she doesn’t want to do something then they can stop anytime. Chrissy was nervous to feel inside his underwear, so he opted to keep his boxers on and offered to pleasure her instead. Her voice was like a siren, calling the willing sailor to join her in paradise together. Chrissy experienced the most incredible sparks as Eddie touched her with fingers, lips, and tongue.

She was well beyond satisfied, and she wanted more. Eddie stated that he would take care of himself, but couldn’t keep his eyes off her when she laid there and beckoned him over. After they removed their undergarments, Eddie asked her one more time if she’s okay with this; she asked him as well. The rest of the evening was truly the most beautiful night of their lives. They felt safe, comfortable, and happy.

[nerdieforpedro]

Maria's Tea

Part of the Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff Collection

Joel Miller and Celeste (plus size OFC)

This fic and my blog overall is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.2k

Summary: Joel sees Celeste while he's on his way and it turns out he's too early. They kill time together and Joel wonders if someone is trying to harm him. Maria's tea is called into question.

Warnings: attempted murder (Joel's perception), Nerdie's bad jokes again, talk of family, talk of children, discussions of possible futures, mentioning a past incident (if you read "Scarlet Stains and their Echoes" mind the bolded warnings), longing, some fluff (finally!)

Notes: I was finally able to give these two a bit of fluff. I'm proud of myself. I think they're good now.

Main Masterlist/ Joel Miller Masterlist/ Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff Collection

“So you’ve never had her tea?”

“No, why would I drink anything she gives me without my brother around? She hates me and barely tolerates me.”

“Following your logic, if Maria is trying to kill you, and even if she’s trying to kill you slowly, she would need to hide her guilt from your brother.”

Miller rolled his eyes as he stopped in the middle of the street. He’d been on his way to pick up Elle from classes and Celeste had spotted him after finishing up a cup of Maria’s brewed tea. She thanked Maria and headed out to say hello. Joel stopped and returned her little wave. Within the month since taking her back to her house, it had been a fine balance in their interactions. Friendly but still at a distance.

“She reminds me of a woman I once knew. Maria could manage it. Not bat an eye and even place flowers on my grave like she didn’t put me there.”

Celeste shook her head and laughed. “Joel, that’s your sister-in-law. If she gets rid of you, who’s going to care for Elle?” She stands two feet away from Joel as they stand in front of makeshift school. Joel laughs and listens out for the bell. It was a large cowbell they used to signal when school let out.

“Between you and Tommy, Elle will be fine.” He stated without batting an eye. Celeste looked up at Joel, he seemed sure she would. Her hands were on her hips, flabbergasted at his response.

“Joel, I’ve never had kids. Only babysat and I didn’t even like that. How would I handle a teenager?” She was curious what his answer would be to that. His partner clapped her palm on his back. “Elle and I are going to fight like two hungry cats over a can over tuna.” Joel placed his large hand on her forearm and grinned. Shaking her head again. “You know what you’re implying right? Who the hell else am I going to patrol with?”

“If it happens anytime soon, I’m sure your dear Maria will partner you with someone less prickly.” Celeste rolled her eyes hard on that one, looking forward to the school building. No opening of doors at the moment. “But what I’m talking about is at least ten years if not twenty years down the line. She’ll need someone who doesn’t poison people’s tea. And who knows how to survive and someone I can trust to watch my back without question. You’d do the same for her.” Joel placed a tuff of hair behind Celeste’s ear. She didn’t move, the look on his face…it had her wondering if she could honor his supposed wish for her to look after Elle. 

“Hey! School doesn’t let out for another couple of hours. You two good?” The younger Miller brother was on his way home after helping to repair a fence for the sheep in Jackson. It was a good thing that his older brother had a patrol partner he could trust. Rotating him and having piss off so many of the patrol members didn’t help encourage people to sign up for it. Though Tommy wasn’t sure at his wife’s suggestion of matching them up at first, he was quickly proven wrong. Maria had mentioned to him that old man Jinkins had seen Celeste outside in her sleep clothes and Joel taking her inside during a heavy rain last month. He’d kept it in the back of his mind, how she came to Jackson. Maybe something about them both being haunted grounded them together.

“Just fine little brother. Where ya comin’ from? I haven’t done much today, ‘cept be somewhere at the wrong time.” Joel shrugged his shoulders and gave his brother a quick hug. Tommy patted Celeste’s head and she swatted at his arm. 

“Ugh…Millers. You headed home Tommy?” Smoothing down her hair, she shook her head and looked toward the school again. Looked like he was right, and school was not letting out. She was considering heading home as well. “Tell Maria to make some tea for Joel when you get in.” She smirks and steps away, but Joel grabs the sleeve of her jacket. 

“If you’re going to be setting me up like that, you’re coming too.” Joel tugged and Tommy laughed.

“You’re still convinced my wife is still trying to kill you? Joel, it’s been two years.” The younger Miller brother sighs and walks ahead of them to his home. “I mean, she’s okay with you now. It was just at first.”

Joel walks while still holding the edge of Celeste’s jacket. “She’s playing the long game brother. Mark my words.”

Rubbing his temples before opening the front door, Tommy groaned. “You’re a paranoid old man.”

“I’ve been alive this long and made it this far.” Joel defended himself. Celeste laughed at the two brothers. It was heart-warming to see a brotherly connection as strong as theirs. She watched as Tommy greeted Maria with a kiss and she started heating some water on the stove. She stood in the doorway as Joel said hello and so did Maria, their faces neutral toward one another. The Miller trio’s gazes fell on Celeste, Joel patted the seat next to him while Tommy got down four mugs. 

Maria got out a jar half full of honey, and poured the boiling water in the mugs, from some herbs she’d placed in the bottom of the pot. Tommy and Celeste added honey to their mugs while Joel tapped his fingers on the side of his. Tommy laughed softly as he watched his brother fidget. Celeste sat down next to Joel and slowly sipped her tea, looking directly at Maria. Mrs. Miller sipped from her mug and put her arm around her husband.

“Joel. I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago if I was really going to. The tea’s fine.” Maria scoffed and Joel tightened his lips.

“Alright. Fine.” Sipping the hot liquid quells his thirst and warms him from the inside. Tommy and Maria start talking about their respective days and Joel feels a hand on his back. He turns to his left where Celeste sits, always on his good side.

“Good isn’t it? Told you.” She continues to smirk. Joel gives her a small smile and lightly touches his shoulder to hers. It’s a small gesture but he appreciates a welcome place - maybe it was foolish to think that his sister-in-law would harm him. 

Joel maybe shouldn’t be that suspicious of her after all. Family is what he has now: Tommy, Elle, and Maria. The school bell finally goes off and the indistinct chatter of children is heard. Elle pops in to say hello, surprised that Joel and Celeste were here. Maria put on another pot to make more tea. 

It all seems so normal. To be here with everyone.

Celeste touches the back of her hand to Joel’s and their gazes meet. Their hands don’t move and stay in contact with each other. 

It’s nice. It’s warm. It’s life right now.

[dreamingsushi]

Till the End of the Moon - Episode 22

Now that Ye Bingchang as been appointed to care of Tantai Jin, I think we’re in for a lot of pain. I know Susu wants to reconcile for the purpose of her mission, but I don’t see that coming anytime soon.

Tantai Jin won’t let Ye Xiwu come to see him. But when he’s with Ye Bingchang, he doesn’t want to eat the food she made, he doesn’t want to talk with her and he thinks of Ye Wuxi when he asks her to make the ink for him. Ye Bingchang is upset because he doesn’t seem to fall for her at all - remember that her plan is to become his concubine - but she’s thinking it will end up working. I think she doesn’t have what it takes to give that heart what it needs to learn what is love. When she falls asleep, she dreams of two hers, arguing about betraying Xiao Lin. So are they two Ye Bingchang? I mean, does having the extra love string gives her a second personality that’s taking over her original one? Because there’s definitely something demonic about her, but maybe she wasn’t always like that? Who knows. To be honest, I may make hypothesis but it might be absolutely another thing, especially with this drama I feel. When she wakes up, Tantai Jin is having a fever. She almost gets to strangle him, but Nian Baiyu comes in. He asks her to take care of him while he goes to fetch some medicine. Tantai Jin calls out Ye Xiwu’s name which upsets Ye Bingchang.

Ye Qingyu goes to visit Pianran to offer a gift to repay her kindness with the ointments she gave him. They talk a little bit about Xiwu, but when he’s about to kiss her, Pianran pushes him away and tells him that if only wants to play, she’s going to with him, however if he’s serious about her, she won’t.

Tantai Jin leaves the camp without one look for Ye Xiwu and gets in his carriage with Ye Bingchang. All of the soldiers stare at Ye Xiwu, like they don’t understand. Pianran tells them off and when they all leave, Ye Xiwu starts crying. Pianran comforts her a little bit and takes her with her on her horse. Meanwhile, in the carriage, Tantai Jin completely ignores Ye Bingchang trying to feed him. She tries to seduce him by talking down about her younger sister. Then she tries to convince him that she can understand him. He ends up kicking her out of the carriage. She’s such a snake. She clearly knows he doesn’t like her and thinks about Ye Xiwu, yet she goes on and ask of her not to take away her only chance at survival. That it’s normal that Tantai Jin doesn’t like her so much with how she used to treat him and that later on, when she’s established, she’ll convince him not to be so hard on her. Yeah, I think she’ll try to convince him to ditch her. Having Ye Bingchang by his side will make Tantai Jin become a demon lord even faster.

Tantai Jin dreams of Ye Xiwu, thinking she came back, but then she yells at him that being with him she’s unhappy. When he wakes up, Ye Bingchang is taking care of him. He asks her if being by his side she’s happy. She’s frightened. And lies that she is. But saw through her schemes, and he knows that she followed him only because her husband is nowhere to be found and she’s basically hiding behind the tiger. She talks down on Ye Xiwu again, angering Tantai Jin and he tells her that in his heart, she’s not even worth one hair of Ye Xiwu. And with how much hair she has, that says a lot. He doesn’t trust her. Good. I like that Tantai Jin is a smart and observant person.

Susu decides she’s going back to live at her parents place for now. Only her brother didn’t notice that she’s feeling down. When she goes back to pack her stuff at the palace, Tantai Jin was in her room, waiting for her since she didn’t come to see him, but when she enters, he hides from her. He wonder if the letters she’s holding are for Xiao Lin. She takes her stuff and her piece of star before leaving. Tantai Jin reads the letters, discovering they were all for him while he was away at the borders. He rushes after her, only to see her throw down in the pond her little little Jin. He watches it sink while she leaves. I hope he gets it back for her. It was so poetic that she named the star because of him.

Ye Qingyu is coming back so the grandmother asks Susu to bring him some stuff she got for him, since her dad won’t let him come back home. When she meets with him, he tells her about what happened back in Sheng, when they took away Tantai Jin’s mother’s ashes. She rushes back to the palace, looking for him, but she can’t find him. So she goes searching for her piece of star in the pond. Then finds him in the royal crypt. She apologizes for saying hurtful things without actually knowing what was going on. And this girl needs to learn how to answer a question. When he asks her if she’s willing to stay by his side, she just asks if he likes her older sister. THAT IS NOT THE QUESTION? Why would you ask that? He just said that you’re the only person that he can’t stand looking at him with fear and hatred. What else do you need? He says that he only brought Ye Bingchang with him because he thought that would make her happy since she’s her sister. Also that he thought that liking was the way Xiao Lin treated Ye Bingchang so he imitated him. But now he understands what liking is and the only person he likes is her, Ye Xiwu. She tells him she lost her star because she threw it away when she was angry at him. She looked for it until her hands were all hurting. He gives it back to her, cause he went to get it for her. For the first time, she doesn’t emphasize the new nail that formed. She promises to stay alongside him. He tells her about the cold voice he hears when he gets closer to death and she tells him not to be afraid, because she’ll wake him up if he ever dreams about it again. But then he says that there won’t be any need to, because in his dreams now there’s only her. I’m happy for this little sweet moment, but what is the price we’re going to pay for those few minutes of happiness?

Pianran teases again Ye Qingyu by waiting for him in his bathtub but he covers her with clothes and doesn’t give in. She tells him about her lost love string and her past lover. He says he liked her ever since she saved him and that he’ll continue to pursue her, because he doesn’t wether she’s a demon or a human. Then she tells him to change his name to her past lover’s name, but he refuses because it would be disrespectful towards her past relationship. Then she’s about to leave, but he pulls her in to kiss her. And maybe they had some sexy time, I’m not super sure. When she wakes up, she goes to ask Tantai Jin to give her the remedy to the poison he gave, now that he won his war she wants to be free again. At first he says that if she left, Ye Xiwu would be sad, so she hurries to say that she’s not going to disappear and if she wants to see her she’ll come visit. However, it’s no use, because he already gave the medicine to Ye Qingyu, so she should go beg him instead.

It’s such a relief to see Tantai Jin feel some emotions. His character development is phenomenal. What I really enjoy also is that he has draw back, sometimes his old self peaks out too, so it feels that the change is progressive and natural. I like that they don’t rush into making him into the good guy. And I was afraid that they would run in circles, but so far, this is hands down one of the most well written I ever saw. No plot holes. Yet. I have faith they’ll keep it that way.

[full-of-roman-angst-trash]

Wounded Even By Happiness CH.4

Masterpost

Next Chapter

Roman looks over at the schedule in his hand absentmindedly.

“The interview with Remy went well. The public reception seems to be good so far.”

“Great,” Roman glances at Logan and hums as he puts the schedule down on the table, “Next week’s schedule is alright.”

Logan sighs. He knows Roman barely even read the schedule. Every month it’s the same thing. Logan has been Roman’s manager long enough to know that his work is futile and yet he just pushes through and continues doing his job.

“Right. Anyway you have the rest of the week off,” Logan starts to gather his papers, “Please do try not to get into any trouble during that time. With your family already under the spotlight because of your mother’s public display last week, the last thing you need is to get in a controversy too.”

Roman rubs his temple at the reminder of the spotlight their family is currently under. Roman always hates it when his family is in the spotlight. In fact, he hates the spotlight in general. If he could change his current fate, he would.

“Roman hurry up! We’ll be late to the audition!” 

Roman walks down the stairs and goes over to his mother, “Do we have to go mom? Rem and I were supposed to goto the skating rink today.”

His mother rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so immature Roman. You can go skating some other day. This is important. If you get this job you’ll have a foot in the industry! Who knows, maybe you’ll be worth something soon.”

“Right,” Roman bites his tongue as he starts walking to the front door.

He hates it when his mother speaks like that. Sometimes, he wonders why his mother even had him. Everyone always says that mothers are supposed to love their children unconditionally. Yet, any love Roman received from his mother seemed conditional. It was almost like a reward he got anytime he agreed to do something she wanted him to do.

As they got to the audition, Roman couldn’t help but be anxious. He wasn’t exactly nervous about auditioning or rejection. He’s auditioned multiple times already and has faced rejection every time. He was simply nervous about how his mother would react if he failed to get this job. He knows she’s already angry about all the other times he has failed to get an acting gig. He doesn’t know how she’ll react to yet another failure. 

As Roman stood in front of the casting director, he did his best to remember the advice of his acting coach. He remembers all the criticisms his mother gave him during practice. He remembers all the tips he got from his father’s old journal. 

The ride home is silent, just like the following days as Roman waits to see if he’ll get the callback. When the day comes that the phone rings and Roman recognizes the caller id, he nearly faints.

“MOM!” Roman runs into the kitchen with a bright smile on his face.

His mother turns to look at him, “Stop yelling and screaming!”

She scolds him but Roman doesn’t care, “I got the job! I’m gonna be in a commercial!”

His mother smiles and Roman can’t help but feel a wave of pride wash over him. It was rare for him to make his mother smile, so the fact that she was smiling told Roman he did something right for once.

“Perfect! I knew my son could never be a nobody.”

Roman laughs at the memory as he takes a sip of the bottle in his hand. He hates when his memories decide to haunt him. He hates seeing his mother’s face everyday, reminding him of the one reason he was born. The one purpose he had that made his life meaningful. It’s a sick joke his mind plays on him. It was pathetic.

Roman stares at the half-empty bottle. It’s bitter. The taste is so familiar on his tongue. It was almost comforting. At the same time though, it felt numbing and cold. It doesn’t really matter in the end. The taste of the alcohol will soon become a blur that will mix with the world around him until the next day. 

As Roman closes his eyes and the music blares loudly through the speakers, he wonders why he even bothered to get into the music industry. He truly didn’t need to. The money didn’t entice him. Nor did the fame. And yet, he doesn’t want to quit. In the depth of his heart, he knows why he chose this path and refuses to get off it. What a pathetic reason.

“You have such a pretty voice Ro!” 

Roman blushes and smiles bashfully, “Ah thanks Jan. That’s sweet of you to say.”

Janus smiles brightly, “You really are so talented! Not only are you an actor and a model, but you could be a singer too!”

Roman can’t help but admire Janus’ smile. It was so beautiful. Then again though, everything about Janus just seemed ethereal. He knew it was corny, but Janu’s smile could truly light up a room and brighten up someone’s day.

“You give me too much credit,” Roman replies timidly, “Do you really think I could be a singer though?”

Janus nods, “Of course! I know I would buy any album or song you would come out with!”

��You’re too sweet Jan.”

Roman smiles softly as a tear rolls down his face, “I made it Jan. Just for you.”

He chugged the rest of the bottle as he picked up another. Ready to drink until the world went black.

[theodoranowak]

I wanted to. Theodora bites the inside of her cheek at how easy the confession seems to leave her ex, like it’s something maybe she should have known already. She’s sure he hadn’t meant it that way, but it still manages to twist whatever metaphorical sharp object is embedded in her heart. Clearing her throat, she offers Sam a tight smile at his takeout commentary, trying her best not to dwell on the feeling. “That is the downside of living in such a small town,” she admits. “Takeout options are severely lacking. In both taste and variety.”

She does have beer. In fact, she still buys the brand Sam likes, because it’s the one she got used to when they lived together. She used to be less picky about her beers until he came into her life — and now, for the past three years of his absence, she’s been unable to even have something so simple as a beer without thinking about him. Too embarrassed to divulge this information, however, she opts for the whiskey he suggests, instead, pulling out two of her glasses and setting them on the counter before walking to the bar. She eyes the brands available to her, then grabs the best one, returning to the counter and pouring their drinks, neat. She doesn’t ask about ice — she just needs alcohol in her system as quickly as possible.

Grabbing both glasses, she walks over to Sam and hands one of them to him. She considers his question — a full stomach just means more room for uncomfortable nausea, which she suspects may be a problem throughout the night. So she shakes her head, takes a quick sip of her drink before she replies, “Just — just start,” she says, and hates the way her voice sounds. She thinks it sounds small again, like it had when they first saw each other, and that’s not the person she wants to be anymore — not the person she wants to come off as, either. Taking a deep breath, she walks around the island and slides into one of the seats at the counter, eyeing Samuel carefully.

“Thanks,” she replies to his compliment about her home. She knows, objectively, he’s right. The house is nice. But nothing about it is hers, not really. She paid for someone to stage it. Paid for someone to make it as unremarkable as possible. The more it looks and feels like her, after all, the more it looks and feels like Sam. She’d become indistinguishable, for a while there, from the man she loved. Loves. The only room that feels anything like her at all is the library, and that has more to do with the content and the mess than anything else. But she doubts she’ll be showing that to Sam anytime soon.

Overall, the fact that he thinks this house is beautiful — that he calls it her home — is maybe an indication to how little he might know her anymore. Maybe he’s forgotten who she is. Maybe she’s reading into things because she hopes so desperately he might have missed her as much as she missed him. Or maybe none of it means anything at all, and Theodora is looking for meaning in places she’ll never find any. 

It's quite easy to discern that he'd thrown Theo off with his preparation, giving off the impression that he'd put much more thought into this impromptu gathering. Samuel hadn't expected things to go this when the communication began, though it'd been a pleasant surprise, but he'd begun to prepare when the texts started navigating in this direction.

More than anything the writer had desired an opportunity to sit and talk about everything with his ex. To explain to her his reasonings for leaving and staying gone. Even if there was no forgiveness for his silence or his actions, the man was desperate for the lawyer to understand that it truly had nothing to do with her.

None of this was her fault.

What she'd received out of his actions wasn't deserved.

That was the important message to convey. Along with the simple fact that he still loved her all the same. The New Yorker knew that was incredibly difficult to understand given that the thoughts, feelings, and actions didn't all line up perfectly nor did they match.

Life was never that easy. Never that simple.

"Yeah," he answered among his movements in her kitchen, "I started prepping during our texts. It's why some responses took longer than others." A small laugh followed and adoring umber eyes found Theo standing near, appearing hesitant and as though she might flee at any moment.

"I wanted to," Sam began to explain, "no takeout really hits the same outside of New York so I've turned to cooking even more than before." The writer had always enjoyed the whole process of making something from scratch with his bare hands. It felt more whole, more enriching, more personal. There was also the unspoken part that him cooking even more had to do with a boy named Ben.

Nostalgia hit the author hard. Seeing her standing by, ready for conversation as she watched him move about what had once been a shared kitchen in a dwelling that had been their own as a couple. He tried his best to ignore the pit in his stomach, to not let the moment grip hold of him too strongly. If he'd learned anything it was that living in the past was dangerous and would lead to disappointment.

"You have any beer?" Brow lifted, it had only been then that he'd wished he'd brought a pack or stopped along the way. Wine had never really been his go-to but he'd drink it in a pinch. "Or we can jump to the whiskey and start softening things up," he'd suggested feeling it could help ease some anxieties.

With the pizza finally in the oven, Sam rested the heels of his palms against the edge of the countertop and leaned into it. Gaze fixed on Theo's he'd give a penny for her real thoughts and what was going on behind those beautiful eyes he'd often sank into for comfort.

How was he supposed to get through this?

A front row seat to further hurting the person you loved most felt like hell.

"You shouldn't cry, but I'm sorry ahead of time if anything I tell you hurts you that much." For a second he only peered down at his ex and wondered if she knew that he'd never intended to hurt her. That the entirety of the last few years felt like some sort of out of body experience for him.

"Do you want something in your stomach first or do you want me to just— start?"

Which Sam had no idea how to do that or where that point was. He'd find it, of course, but he already had a feeling of trudging through thick, knee deep mud.

"You have a beautiful home, by the way."

No matter how much it was all his fault that things were the way they were now, it didn't take away from the pain of seeing how well someone moved on from you.

Regardless, Sam was proud of her.

[andrayuss]

Heyyyy so I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Julieta and Agustín based on kinschi’s recent art of Julieta wearing one of Agustín’s suits. His reaction is just sooo cute that I really want to read some fluffy (or smutty lmao) fic alongside it 😩😩❤️ and I just love your fanfics for Julieta and Agustín SM

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal Words: 1749 Notes: Here is Kinschi's artwork the anon is referring too! I HIGHLY recommend following @kinschi because her artwork makes me feel some type of way ... just do it. You won't regret it.

“Ay, Agustín. Are you alright?”

The back of his head was throbbing in pain. His wife’s voice sounded like a faraway dream. And he could feel the start of a goose egg forming where he hit his head on the tile. He doesn’t even know what he tripped on for heaven's sake! 

Agustín looked up through his messy fringe and a fiery blush immediately crossed his cheeks - not from his embarrassing fall in front of the family, but from the sight of his wife in front of him. 

She stood there with her hand out to him and wearing … his suit? 

His heart skipped a beat. He’s seen his wife wear his clothes before but that had usually been just his button ups or underwear. Something casual that she could toss on when she wanted to lounge around their bedroom. Now that she was wearing the whole ensemble … well.

He didn’t know what to say. 

Julieta helped him to his feet without escaping her gaze. He didn’t hear what Bruno said to make Pepa strike him with a bolt of lightning but it was probably well deserved. In a dazed state, he eyed his wife up and down, curious, aroused, and a little confused on what was going on with her and her siblings. 

“Does this mean I get to wear your dress now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Julieta broke into a laugh, not able to keep a straight face. 

“Yes, me too! Pepi, give me one of your dresses!” Félix jumped with glee, clapping his hands together in front of him. Pepa playfully rolled her eyes at him. 

“You do realise that none of them would fit you?”

Félix scoffed. “But I’d look freaking amazing!” He grabbed her tiny wrists with his big hands and began to pull her towards the stairs. “Come on! Let’s at least try!”

Pepa chuckled, letting him drag her along. “Ok, ok. We can at least try.”

The two resorted upstairs in a fit of giggles and laughter and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a loud clicking sound of a lock that the siblings vividly heard but chose to not comment on. 

“Well, I guess she won’t be needing this back anytime soon.” Bruno commented, fanning out the skirt of the dress with his hands. His hair became dishevelled when Pepa struck him earlier and the dress seemed to fit him oddly well. In a way, he did look like Pepa on her more stormy days. 

“I’m going to go to wash this thing before I give it back to Pepa. I farted in it a couple of times and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the smell it left behind.” 

Bruno walked off to his room with a swagger in his step. He clearly enjoyed wearing his sister’s clothes and felt more than comfortable picking the wedgie as he waddled up the stairs in a true brotherly fashion. When he disappeared from the foyer, Julieta looked to Agustín. 

“Did you… actually want to try on one of my dresses?” She asked bashfully. 

Agustín was surprised by her shyness. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and didn’t make eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure why she was so apprehensive, but he knew a good laugh would bring her back to her usual self. 

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Let’s follow suit and try one on now. I think I just pulled your nice blue dress out of the wash last night.”

“Oh, Agustín. I need to wear that for Dolores’ dinner tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. I won’t dirty it.”

“Dirtying it is the least of my worries.”

Agustín ignored her concerns and reached for her hand to lead them to their bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them, he plopped himself on the bed like a giddy child and clicked his feet together.

Julieta began searching through her closet, searching through racks of handmade clothing for her dress. She reached up on her tip-toes and had her tongue between her teeth as she searched, and Agustín leaned back and admired the view. If he looked that good every time he wore that suit, he wondered how Julieta wasn’t on him all day. Even though he was taller than her, the pants bunched above her ankles to reveal that she wore his mismatched purple socks that Mirabel made for him. He was surprised that she even found those since he always hid them in a special place. 

She finally pulled out the blue dress and looked at it longingly like she might never see it again. “Promise me you won’t rip it?”

Agustín gasped. “I would never! I know how long it took you to make that! Hand it here,” he held out his hands for her. Julieta made a careless laugh and tossed it over. She swapped seats with him and lay flat on the bed so her head was facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hands. “I don’t want to see until it’s on.”

“Well, then you’re going to miss the best part,” Agustín laughed. He began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing his wife to see if she really wasn’t looking. When she didn’t budge when he took off his trousers, he huffed out an annoyed breath and began to fiddle with her dress. There was no zipper or buttons so he tried pulling it on over his feet, but the neckhole was too small for him to get his knobby knees through. He tried a new technique of removing one foot and seeing how far up his leg the dress would go, but hopping around on one foot made him lose his balance and he screeched as he fell over onto the floor with a big thud. 

Julieta sprang up and looked at her darling husband lying on the floor. She shook her head. “Do you need help?”

He nodded his head in defeat. “Yes please.”

Julieta sighed amusingly and got to her feet. “Take it off and stand up.” She demanded. 

Agustín did as told and removed the entangled dress from his feet. He held the dress out in front of him and she took it and began bunching it at the bottom. “Lift your arms up.” 

He lifted them and examined Julieta’s technique of tossing the dress over his arms and sliding it down over his head. He thinks he’s seen her put her clothes on like this before but he’s not usually watching where the dress goes but rather what it covers. She helped him slide his arms through the elbow length sleeves, running her fingers along his skin. Then, she made her way down to his torso and fixed the fitted seam that would sit around her waistline but rested at the top of his stomach instead. Agustín shivered when she traced the seam with her fingers, pushing into his skin slightly. 

Next was the skirt itself. It fell nicely around his boxy frame but the length only reached his calves due to his towering height. Julieta got down on her knees and began fanning out the ruffles, delicately lifting the fabric in the air and letting it fall back into place. On the last toss, she let the skirt fall over her head as she began to work on the inner lining layer. The thin, silky fabric got tangled around his waist so she began to pull at it, knuckles brushing against the skin above his underwear every so often. Agustín tried not to move while she worked but there was something about the sight of his wife underneath his dress that made his stomach get butterflies.

And just as soon as they came, her hands were gone in an instant. His skin felt cold at the loss of her touch. She emerged from the material and went back to fiddling with the ruffles. Once done, she leaned back and rested her hands on her knees, eyeing her work, lost in thought.

“Well, how do I look?” He asked with a hint of eagerness. Julieta rose to her feet, not looking impressed. His expression immediately dropped. “Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I pull a seam somewhere?”

“Mmm, no,” she hummed. “I’m just disappointed that you look better in that dress than me.”

Agustín threw his head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious!” 

“I am! Casita,” she clapped her hands together. “Can you bring us the mirror please?”

The room shook as the door for Agustín’s closet flew open and the tiles moved the body length mirror into the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at his reflection. That same, throaty chuckle returned when he saw how ridiculous he looked. 

“Oh jeez, Julieta. I can see why you didn’t want me wearing this dress. It looks horrible!” 

“What do you mean? You look so handsome! I especially love the exposed calves,” she bent down and slapped his hairy legs, causing him to jump. 

“Hey, be careful! I thought you didn’t want me ruining your dress,” he laughed, running his hands down the ruffles to fix them. 

“It’s fine. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes more often,” she said, joining him in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around his waist and stood up straighter, trying to match his height.

“I’m not sure.” He mused, pulling her closer. “I like the dress, but it’s a little drafty down there. What happens if there’s a big gust of wind?”

“You’ll get used to it with having Pepa around,” she waved him off. “But I don’t think I'm giving this back anytime soon. I kind of like the way I look,” she ran her fingers down the length of her collar and puffed it out to emphasize her point. “And these trousers are much comfier than I had imagined.”

“I like the way you look too, but unfortunately, I’m going to need all of that back.”

She shook her head. “No thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No thank you?”

Julieta nodded. “No thank you. I think I'll hang on to this for a little while longer.”

Agustín puffed out some air. “Alright. Then I’ll just have to wear this to Dolores’ dinner. Hopefully there will be dancing, I need to stretch it out in some places…”

Julieta scolded him and hit him on his arm. She tried to look stern but her annoyance only made him laugh harder.

[clouds-rambles]

hello!~ o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

can i request headcanons for kaeya, diluc, childe, and venti on what they would while their s/o dies in their arms? (if thats okay with u <3)

thank u sm! :))

BESTIE THE PAIN I FEEL RN!!! Omw to make hurt some of my faves hope you enjoy <3

Also guys I’ve been here for a day how are there almost 50 of you following?!

Pairings; (Separate) Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Venti x reader

Warning(s); hurt, big hurty, reader death, vague wound description, cursing, talk about dead bodies

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were meant to live forever with him. You were supposed to grow old with him and become a parent to your future children. You were-

“Kaeya” you choke out smiling at your partner above you. The man shakes his head mentally pleading with you to not die “Kaeya I will always be on the wind” you tell him, a shaky, bloody hand raised to his cheek to weekly caress it

“Please” he pleads “Please don’t die on me [name]” you smile at him feeling the breaths in your lungs disappear

“I’m sorry Kae--ya” you apologise before passing away in his arms

He doesn’t move for a long time. He doesn’t feel for a long time. The one person he could share his secrets and his love to gone. Away with the wind

Kaeya doesn’t remember the last time he cried, but he’ll remember this one. 

Your beaten, bruised, broken, dead, and beautiful body slumped in his arms as his tears fall from his face as he feels an absence in his heart

How is he supposed to live on if this is the pain he feels right now?

Jean eventually stumbles upon Kaeya out in the wilds, still clutched to your now cold and even more lifeless body

Jean manages to get the man up with your body held close to his chest

“Jean, I can’t, I can’t let them go” he pleads as if he’s waiting for you to simply wake up in his arms

“Kaeya...” Jean says in a concerned tone having never seen him in such a state, even he seemed to quickly recover from his fathers death

Eventually Jean coaxed Kaeya to go back to the city and leave your body in the hands of the sisters. Where they dressed you up and prepared a funeral service for you

The funeral was larger than Kaeya was expecting, you had affected a many more people than he realised from your small jobs around the city. Kaeya can’t help but be awed at how many people you’ve helped while you were in Mond

The usual chatter of Mondstat is quiet and in a time of grieving for about a week or so, many people have wonderful memories of you and Kaeya seems to be collecting them all, that and bunches of flowers. Many of which find themselves laying on your tombstone as Kaeya tells you about his day

A month passes and it seems like everything's back to normal, Kaeya is back to his outgoing self. He spends more nights at the tavern, but even Diluc doesn’t have the heart to cut him off. 

Jean seems to pick up on the smallest things, goddamnit Jean, the extra nights at the tavern, the eyebags, the weeping she can hear from his room. In it’s own right is heart-breaking, the acting Grandmaster cannot imagine what it’s like to be actually experiencing that kind of pain

-

Diluc

No, not like this

You had both decided that night to join each other in your little vigilante escapade. Which was fine you had both done this before, but tonight resulted in something very different

Here you are, head on Dilucs lap. This could be considered romantic, and often was, were it not for the fact you felt like you choked up a mixture of your lung and your bloody supply

“Diluc” you speak with a much worse for wear voice, the red-head looks into your eyes, eyes already gaining moisture. A similar scene has befallen him before, a Diluc knows how this ends

“Please” he pleads his voice wavering “Please don’t leave me” he chokes back a sob and tears fall off his face the salt hitting your own

“I love you so much” you start, Diluc shakes his head. Must you hurt him so with last words? “Don’t blame yourse-” another set of hacking befalls you as you lose more blood

“Please” he pleads again as the grip you had on his arm goes slack indicating your loss of life

Diluc screams, he cries and he hugs you close. He screams into the air of Mondstat until his voice hurts and he cries until all he’s doing is dry sobbing and he holds you close until you’re broken body is pried from his own broken mind

A wondering Jean heard his screams into the night sky and hereby answered them. She never expected to see Diluc, still in his vigilante getup, crying over your body

She calls for more guards who take your body from his and Jean helps Diluc get back to the estate. At one point during the walk Jean can feel DIluc shaking and hyperventilating. So they stand for a moment, Jean holds and comforts the wine-master before they move again

Jean has never seen such emotion from Diluc before, and she wholeheartedly hopes she’ll never have to see it again. Seeing Diluc so raw and rife with emotion is enough to make anyone cry. And Jean nearly did on more than one occasion.

Your funeral is small, much to Dilucs request and really only were attended by the estate and Jean. Diluc didn’t want to cry again in such a large audience

Though the maids often hear pained sobs coming from Dilucs room as he contemplates and often blames himself for what had transpired. Maids daren’t speak up about what they hear though, Diluc’s pain is more than understandable

Diluc throws himself into work opting to man the bar most days of the week and fighting for the city as often as he can. People around him are more than concerned

Diluc’s stoic nature seems to be intensified now, not wanting to let another person in and die in his arms. He’s seen enough death for his life and wishes not to lose more loved ones

Everything seems to have moved back to what life was before you arrived in your life, depressive, monotonous, boring, mundane for the most part and sad. So very sad

He wishes for a day where his heart isn’t strife with grief, but he doubts that day will not be coming anytime soon

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Childe

You grin up at him, feeling close to naught pain coming from the gaping wound thanks to the excess of adrenaline that’s pumping through your body

“Childe” you say the smile still on your lips in an attempt at not making the situation as dark and horrific as it is. Childe speaks your name in return

“I love you” you tell him mustering the strength to cup the mans cheek, who immediately nuzzles into it. The situation almost doesn’t feel real to him. He’s going to be shaken awake by a very unwounded you in just a moment and inform him he’s having a nightmare

But that moment doesn’t come. Nor do any words come from you. Your slow rhythms of your heart remind you that he’s still got time, but you’ve expended all your energy. Your smile you’re wearing seems to be dropping

“I love you [name], I love you so much, you are everything I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you” he rambles bringing your body to his chest

“Live for--- me” you sputter out into his chest, a dying wish that Childe isn’t too sure he can uphold. Is it really living if he’s an empty vessel.

You go limp in his arms and he can no longer sense your heartbeat. Death had finally laid claim to you

Childe sits with you for hours, you’d expect him to be wailing like a banshee if you knew his personality but that’s rather not the case. Sobbing quietly is a better word for what happens. Most of his sobs and hacks for air are hidden in your hair. He pulled your body to his shoulder just to weep

Eventually he finds himself mustering the courage to walk back to Liyue Harbour. You firmly held in his arms. He knows that if he walks too plainly the Millelith would pry and ask too many questions for his fragile heart to answer

Childe ends up barging into the wangsheng funeral parlour, which surprises Zhongli a little. He’s about to go on a rant to Childe about how he must book an appointment, until he sees your lifeless body in his arms

The funeral is arranged quickly and neatly. There aren’t many people who attend, Childe is okay with that, he secretly wants to see his family and cry on their shoulder a bit

Instead he opts for a letter, which arrives to the family tear stained and lacking the usual penmanship ‘I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see [name] after all. They passed away not too long ago...’ he basically writes your arbitrary in the letter. And his whole heart is in every word he writes

Determined not to let anybody in Childe finds himself in a pattern, when he’s not throwing himself into battles he’s doing paper work or yelling at his subordinates and when he’s not doing that he’s doing his weekly fight with the traveller. Childe gets next to no sleep and instead opts to reading and rereading every letter and note you’ve ever given him

If Childe passes out at his desk nobody bothers him either in fear of getting yelled at by the harbinger or an understanding of losing a loved one

They never said being a harbinger was fulfilling work. Yet, he let himself believe that he could be fulfilled and content with a lover. What a shameful lie

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Venti

He’s awfully quiet. He hasn’t experienced death in so long. Especially one he thought would be forever.

He couldn’t even get to you to hear your last words. Ironic isn’t it? He hadn’t heard that guys last words either. And yet this pains him so much more

Sure mortal lives are fleeting but he was certain he had more time with you. More time to see you grow old, more time to put off your inevitable mortality. More time to-

He’s hyperventilating, Venti’s body shakes as he finds nothing to ground himself not even the person he loves so dear is there for him. He feels like he could explode, breaths caught in his throat refusing to surface and come up for air. Despite being an immortal archon, the breaths that refuse to surface don’t fail to make him feel like he’s choking

A bard he is. And one that knows every song from the past, present and future. Suddenly the pained songs from the future make sense to him. He knew what was written. A love lost

Suddenly he finds himself crying and hunched over your deceased form making promises to the wind that he’ll never forget you. Much like he’ll ever forget that bard

He isn’t sure how long has passed but he’s still sobbing over your form, there aren’t many tears left for him to cry but he can’t find himself stopping. He feels like they’ll never stop. 

Maybe he could lay beside you and sleep for another thousand years. But that would only delay the inevitable. The inevitable sinking feeling.

Maybe it was his fault for letting himself fall in love with a mortal, but in the moment he could truly see you living life with him. He could see a marriage, children. He wanted you to have it all.

Damn celestia and all things above for not letting you ascend, at least when he inevitably ascends you’ll be there to greet him. Curse that and your mortality

Jean eventually stumbles upon him during a recon mission to find him covering your body in various flowers, a crown made of cecelias don your head. He’s quiet, but he’s saying goodbye. Who would blame him? Jean doesn’t interrupt him and only wishes you a farewell

News of your death spread around town like wildfire, your grave donned with more flowers than Venti can count. He almost feels bad about not doing a public service after seeing how many people are truly in mourning

Diluc doesn’t push Venti to pay his growing tab no matter how much he should. And Diluc doesn’t say no to Venti singing his happy tunes in the tavern

It feels like his life has retuned to normal. Though Jean can’t help but look out the library window to see Venti sat atop his statue with an expression, as Jean can only guess, of sadness.

Venti finds himself going back to an old schedule again but he can’t miss the nagging feeling of somethings missing. The something being you

Sometimes he half expects you to hug him from behind, or join him up at the statue, or kiss him on his nose, or-

Venti can’t quite comprehend how he feels, he just knows there’s a hole in his heart where you belonged. And he doesn’t want to let anyone find their way into there

He doesn’t want to lose again

It’s happened too much

[pepper-up-potion]

Humor me (George Weasley x fem!reader)

Summary: Reader can't stand George Weasley but over time she realizes he might be a good addition to her life.

Warnings: crying, angst, let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 5.5k (this is my longest fic so far!)

A/n: I still don't know how to feel about this. A part of me likes it and a part of me feels it could be better. This is my first enemies to lovers and it was very very fun.

———

“Thanks (y/n)! I can always count on you, you’re a lifesaver.” Shouts Neville as he runs down the hall and towards his next class. (Y/n) had helped him put healing salve and a bandage on his cut hand.

“Anytime!” She smiles as she watches him stumble away. She pulls out her book and sits back down on the windowsill.

“Humour me.” Says a foreign voice.

She looks up frowning. “I’m sorry?” She asks politely.

“When was the last time you did something for yourself?” Asks the red-haired boy.

“What are you talking about? I’m doing that right now.” She points to her book: Charms for first years

“That’s weird because I could’ve sworn you were in my charms class and not in first year.” He argues, shoving his hand in his pockets and clicking his tongue.

“Well I’m helping out a first-year next period but I enjoy doing that so I am doing something for myself.” She explains, slightly irritated.

“You can’t be serious?” He waits but she offers no response. She only lifts her nose at him. “That is not taking time for yourself. That’s preparing to help someone else.”

Her nostrils flare as she abruptly snaps her books shut. She shoves it into her bag before swinging it over her shoulder. She steps towards George. She suddenly realizes how tall he is. She gulps before placing a hand on her hip and pointing a finger at him.

“Listen here, helping other people is a very noble thing and if I wish to spend my free time doing that, I should not have to explain myself.”

“Ah, so you admit that you spend your free time helping other people rather than doing something for yourself?”

George smirks at her and she wants to slap it off his stupid pretty face.

“Wha-? No.” She huffs. “I don’t know why I’m arguing this with someone I hardly know but what I mean to say is that yes, it’s demanding and tedious but it’s also rewarding and the most gratifying thing I could ever do, so I believe I am doing something for myself. You just don’t get it because you spend all your time playing stupid pranks on everyone.” She snaps before pulling the strap of her bag further onto her shoulder and walking away. Normally she would feel bad for saying something like that to someone but for some reason she felt George could take it.

“So when will I see you again?” George shouts down the hall.

“I have to go!” She shouts back.

“I’ll see you in class then. Or maybe in the halls again.” He continues.

“Goodbye!” She turns the corner and speeds as far away from George as possible, steam practically fuming from her ears.

———

“Hey (y/n) could I just copy your homework before class? I didn’t have time to do it what with quidditch practice and all.” Asks Angelina.

(Y/n) nods and pulls out her answers, stands and walks to her seat, passing them to her. As (y/n) walks back she sees George slide into the spot next to hers. She grunts before stomping to her seat.

“ ‘Morning.” He sings, kicking his feet on the desk. She rolls her eyes and pushes his feet off, offering no other greeting. Now this is saying something, (y/n) always greets everybody. He laughs a little before turning to his bag and pulling out his textbook.

“Ark, couldn’t you go sit somewhere else?” She asks with a look of disgust.

George shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I could, but I’d like to think we’d make a good team and I’d like to test that theory.” He waves a pointed index as if to emphasize his point.

She shudders at the thought of having to work with him. It’s very likely they will, it often happens in potions class. (Y/n) is at the top of the class and she doubts Snape would have any objection to George working with her since she could easily bring up his grade. She sighs as Snape walks in and starts the lecture portion of the class.

“You will have the remaining hour to make your hiccoughing solution. Work with the person next to you.” With a wave of his arms everyone starts opening their textbook and discussing the potion.

To her surprise, George is really good at potions. Logically it makes sense because him and Fred are always creating new things but she never really thought it transferable to school. She watches, a little stunned as George quickly and skillfully goes through the steps of the potion. For the first time since she can last remember, she sits back instead of running the group. George occasionally asks her to cut something or extract oil from a root. She doesn’t argue, it’s sort of nice being told what to do rather than making all the decisions. She doesn’t tell him and refuses to think more of it because that’s not her proper role. She’s the leader, she’s the helper. Maybe this once she’ll let it slide, give herself a break.

Once the bell rings they gather their books and George finally speaks of other things than the potion.

“Relaxing isn’t it?” She tilts her head in confusion. “Not having to take care of others for once.” He continues.

Oh no he didn’t. He just ruined it. He took her small guilty moment of peace and crushed it. “You hardly let me do anything! What was I supposed to do? Fight you?”

George shrugs. “You could’ve.” He winks at her and she lets out an angry moan.

“Ark!” She turns on her heels and walks out of the class without another word.

“Same time next week?” She hears him shout but she’s already in the hallway and simply ignores him.

———

“You know you could give that to a house-elf and they could take care of that for you.” Says George as he leans into the door frame and watches (y/n) clean the chalkboard in the defence against the dark arts classroom.

“Well I don’t need to be taken care of, I’m perfectly capable of doing things on my own thank you very much” she spits back at him.

George and her are acquaintances at best. It’s been a month since they’ve first spoken to each other. Since then he seems to always be around her. Sitting next to her in class, offering to help her with her books in the hall. She’s never asked for him to be there or to share his opinion. Yet he’s there and very verbal about his thoughts.

He steps into the class and sits in the front row. He bounces his leg under the desk and leans back into the chair. He looks nervous but she can tell he’s trying to cover it up.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, curiosity getting the best of her.

“Waiting for Umbridge.” He points up the stairs at the closed door of her office. “I got detention.” He adds.

“What did you do?” She stops cleaning the board and sets the cleaning potion on the desk next to George.

“Gave a ton tongue toffee to Filch. His tongue was four feet long when Umbridge found him.” He chuckles to himself, remembering Umbridge’s reaction.

For the first time ever, (y/n) laughs in front of George. She tries to hold it in but it slips past her. George first looks surprised but soon he’s laughing with her.

“Glad to see someone is standing up to them.” She shakes her head. “Umbridge really is a horrible person. I can't believe all the mean things she’s doing to the students.” Her face is sad. George can see how much she cares for the other students.

“Well, would you look at that? We actually agree on something.” He crosses his arms and smirks at her. “Does this mean we're friends?” He asks.

She barks out a loud laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Weasley.” She grabs her bag and walks out without another word. She can feel George’s gaze following her until she steps into the hall and out of sight. She wonders why her cheeks feel so hot suddenly.

———

(Y/n) is tutoring Seamus Finnigan in the library. They’re whispering over a book when George spots them. He smiles and beelines for their table.

“Mind if I sit here.” He asks, holding onto the chair in front of them. They both look up at him. Seamus smiles and reaches out his hand for a fist bump. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out.

“Yeah mate, it’s no problem.” Says Seamus.

“No, you may not. It is very much a problem.” She hisses. Seamus looks at her, shocked by the bitterness in her voice.

“Blimey (y/n), I’ve never heard you so angry before.” He stuns.

She laughs nervously. He’s right, she normally doesn’t talk to people like that. The only exception to the rule is George. She grits her teeth and pastes a smile before looking at George.

“Of course you can sit here George. Any friend of Seamus is a friend of mine.” She somehow manages to sound sweet and somewhat sincere. George raises his eyebrows in surprise. He quickly recollects himself and takes a seat before she changes her mind.

“So, going back to charms. Can you tell me the definition of the substantive charm?” She asks Seamus.

“How long have you been doing this?” George interrupts.

Seamus grabs (y/n)’s arm and reads her watch. He whistles dramatically. “Crickey, it’s been an hour and fifteen minutes. I think we should call it a day.” He grabs his book and bag and gets up. “Thanks again (y/n). See you next week.” And with that, he was off.

(Y/n)’s jaw clenches as she looks from the now empty chair to George.

“Why?” She groans. “Why would you do that?”

“This is great. He got his help and you get a break. What do you say we go down to the dungeon and pull a prank on Malfoy?” He beams at her, pleased with his idea.

She gets the sudden urge to scream. Who does he think he is? Coming into her life and ruining everything. It is quite likely that Seamus won't do as well on the quiz as if he had stayed for the extra fifteen minutes she had planned and now she has to go deal with Hermione who wanted to rant about Ron. Something which she had very much been putting off. She takes a long, deep breath before looking at George again. The urge to scream has faded with the breath but the look on his face makes her see red.

“Could you please, please, find someone else to annoy. I don’t have time for this and you’re really starting to test my patients.” She pleads.

George’s face drops, evidently displeased by her response. He stands from his chair and puts his bag strap over his shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll leave.” He surrenders. There is a pause like he’s debating between leaving or adding another word. To (y/n)’s dissatisfaction, he continues to speak. “Anytime you need someone who doesn’t need help tutoring or homework to copy or healing salve, you know where to find me.”

She laughs loudly making everyone turn to look at her. “Pff yeah okay.” She dismisses, and with that George is turning away and walking out of the library.

She hates the sad feeling that settles in her chest. It’s like it’s telling her she wants him to stay. She rolls her eyes and swears to herself, gathering her things and heading to Hermione’s aid.

No matter how hard she tries not to, she spends the rest of the day thinking about George. His stupid face keeps popping into her head. What does he know? She likes when people ask for help. She is happy being the person people can turn to. She can’t understand what George thinks is wrong with that. Maybe he’s just a horrible person. It’s much easier to tell herself than to think there could be something wrong with her.

———

A week later (y/n) is knocking on Susan Bones’ door and stepping in before hearing a welcome.

“Merlin! I can’t stand him!” She shouts once in her best friend’s dorm room. Susan looks up from her book with her brows knitted.

“Who?” She asks while shutting her book and sitting up.

“George!” She states looking at Susan like she should have known. She shows no sign of further understanding (y/n)’s dilemma.

“Why?” She asks hesitantly. (Y/n) stomps to Susan’s bed and plops onto it.

“First he’s everywhere meddling into my life like it’s his business and now, radio silence.” She adds nothing more, leaving Susan even more confused.

“And that’s a problem because…”

(Y/n) sits up and flails her arms in the air. “Well, why did he make me question myself like that and then just vanish?” She exclaims exasperated.

Susan gapes, further confused. “But, didn’t you ask him to leave you alone?”

“Ark! That’s not the point!” She gets up and stomps out of the room. Susan blinks and looks around the room stunned even though there is no one to share the confusion with.

A moment later (y/n) is back into the room. “What on earth did he mean by if ever you want someone who doesn’t need help, you know where to find me?” She puts her hands on her hips and waits for her friend’s answer. Susan’s eyes light up and she smiles slightly. Now it’s (y/n)’s turn to look confused.

“He said that?” Asks Susan with a hopeful tone.

“Wha- I- Well yes he did but-.” She stops. Susan has left her stunned, she’s too confused to debate.

Susan’s smile grows wider. “Have you heard about Dombledors army?” She asks.

(Y/n) scrunches her nose. “No. What does that have to do with this?”

“Well I think you should come to our next meeting.” Her smile is mischievous, (y/n) hates it.

———-

The next day Susan takes (y/n) to the seventh floor. She stops in the middle of the hall and passes back and forth in front of a stone wall. Soon a door appears in front of them and (y/n) smiles, amazed by the castle's secrets.

Susan is the first to walk in waving at a few people near the door. Once (y/n) follows through the room goes silent. Harry finally walks up to them, hand stretched out.

“Welcome to the army.” He says confidently. She looks to Susan who gives her an encouraging nod. She finally accepts Harry’s hand with a small yet nervous smile.

As she looks around the room she feels a pair of eyes on her. She turns to find George looking at her with a neutral face. She lets out a little screech and turns back to Susan.

“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here!” (Y/n) whispers with a panicked tone.

“Well if I did you wouldn’t have come.” She states simply before walking off to talk with one of the other girls.

“Alright everyone. I think we’ll get started.” Announces Harry. Everyone goes quiet and they quickly form a half-circle around him. She sees a tall man settle next to her in her peripheral. She can just make out a flash of red hair. Her heart starts beating at an unruly pace.

“Today’s focus is on stunning. Nigel and I are going to do a demonstration so watch closely.” Everyone moves to the sides of the room whispering excitedly.

(Y/n) claps her hand over her mouth as she watches Harry fly backwards after being stunned by Nigel. She lets out a relieved sigh when Harry sits back up.

“I’d like to see you do that.” Whispers George into her ear. She jumps a little as his hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns to look at him. She has no snarky answer. She just gapes at him in surprise.

“I’d like to see you stand up for yourself for once.” He adds. She huffs in shock.

“I-“ She starts but Harry cuts her off. “Who wants to go next?” He asks.

“(Y/n) and I will go.” Announces George. She freezes as everyone eyes them curiously.

“Maybe someone else would like to go before us.” She tries.

“Nonsense, go on (y/n).” Says Harry enthusiastically. “No one here will judge you.” He adds thinking that’s her concern.

It’s not that she didn’t want to defend herself, it’s just she felt sort of bad stunning someone. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to do it. She walks to one end of the room and George to the other. He stretches out his arm, wand at the ready. She looks at Susan with a pleading look. Susan gives her an impatient nod and (y/n) reluctantly lifts her wand.

Neither of them moves, the room is completely silent. Soon there are whispers in the crowd. George is looking at (y/n) with a challenging eye. She gulps, trying to convince herself to stun him. She thinks that maybe if she does nothing he’ll grow impatient and stun her. That way she wouldn’t have to do it and he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of getting what he really wants.

“Right, any second now. Go ahead.” Says Harry slowly.

Nothing happens. George slumps out of his stans and raises his arms in the air. “Oh c’mon (y/n) stun me!” He exclaims.

She looks at the crowd as they all stare back at her. She suddenly feels weak in the knees. She begins to sweat nervously and looks at Susan. She looks a little concerned, maybe thinking this wasn’t as good an idea as she first thought. She still gives her a weak encouraging smile and a little thumbs up. (Y/n) looks back at George who has his arms stretched out taunting her.

“Oh for once in your life be mean!” He shouts. The words echo in the room.

“I can be plenty mean!” She disputes. “Last week, I ate Susan’s cookie.” She adds, puffing her chest.

George tries to hold back his smile. She hears a couple giggles in the crowd.

“That is not mean.” His tone is adoring and she hates it.

“It was her favourite brand.” She adds trying to make it sound more horrific. She’s the only one in the room with a serious face. Everyone else is smiling enjoying the tense exchange between the two.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “If it’s anything, it’s cute.” He says with a wink. There it is. There’s the final straw. She can feel her blood boil. Everyone holds their breath as they watch her face contort into an angry pout. George smiles wide thinking the pout is possibly the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

She lets out an angry grunt. “It is not cute! You wanna see cute? Watch this.” She flicks her wand and shouts: “Stupify!” The spell sends George across the room. Everyone exclaims as he hits the ground with a thud.

“Excellent! Really good (y/n)!” Exclaims Harry.

Across the room George is whooping. He runs over to her with arms wide open. His smile is contagious, she can’t stop hers from pulling at her cheeks. Laughs spill from her lips as he wraps her tightly into his arms. Fred helps George throw her over their shoulders. Everyone gathers around them and cheers. (Y/n) feels her cheeks go hot suddenly, very aware of George’s hand on her thigh keeping her in place. She looks at everyone’s happy smiles and she can't help but join in. She hates to admit it but George might have been right. Standing up for yourself can feel good.

———

It’s a Wednesday evening. Most people were already back in their common rooms. (Y/n) was walking back from the library, having finished another tutoring session with Zacharias Smith. The halls are practically deserted when she suddenly hears quiet sobs further away. She speeds her pace and turns the corner finally spotting a little boy crying quietly while holding his hand. Two older boys are kneeling next to him. Her breath hitches when she spots him. George hasn’t talked to her since their duel. She would sometimes catch his eye across the classroom or in the dining hall but this is the first time she’s run into him. George is rubbing circles on the boy's upper back as he whispers sweet comforting phrases to the crying boy. As she steps closer she recognizes the boy to be Michael. She has helped him countless times after he has gotten detention from Umbridge.

Looking at George now she questions how she once called him a horrible person. She sighs accepting she might have been too quick to judge. She steps between the Weasleys and kneels down at Micheal’s feet so they're at eye level. She looks through her big bag before pulling out some gauze and a small glass jar of healing salve. Micheal gives her his hand, remembering the drill. She quietly applies the salve and wraps his hand. She listens to George explain to Micheal how soon the pain will subside. She notices he never stops rubbing circles on the boy's back. There’s something reassuring about the movement and she’s not even the one receiving it.

Micheal takes a deep breath, recollecting himself. He looks between George and (y/n) before smiling mischievously.

“Thanks mom, dad.” He tips his head to each before getting up and walking to his dorm. George’s hand stays frozen in the air even if there’s no longer a back to rub. (Y/n) stops screwing the lid to her salve as she looks at the now empty seat. They both jump when Fred starts howling with laughter. His laughs echo down the hall as he doubles over himself, holding his aching stomach. He wipes at his eyes and sighs loudly.

“Good one kid.” He shouts though Michael is much too far to hear it. “Ah! That’s golden.” He adds before he walks off in the same direction as Micheal did before.

George and (y/n) remain frozen. (Y/n)’s face is pale and George's cheeks are tomato red. (Y/n) is the first to move, she finishes screwing on the lid and shoving it into her bag. She’s in a hurry to get out of this very awkward situation. She shoots a look at George who moved from the floor and onto the bench. He’s leaning back onto the wall with his arms crossed. He smirks when she meets his eyes.

“We would have some cute kids.” His tone is teasing but there’s still something soft and affectionate in the statement.

“Oh honestly George, get a grip.” She rolls her eyes and walks away quickly. It takes all her willpower to hold in her smile until her back is turned to George. He’s not wrong she thinks to herself.

——-

She knocks lightly on the dorm room door. She can hear George’s loud laugh on the other side. She hopes he won’t be mad at her for interrupting the fun. Lee opens the door and the smile on his face is quickly replaced by a look of surprise.

“(Y/n)?” He stuns. The laughter in the room stops abruptly. She hears shuffling and soon George is peaking his head over Lee’s shoulder.

Lee quickly moves out of the way and George looks at her with a concerned look.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” He asks looking around to make sure there is no one else listening.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I know you were having fun there.” She feels pretty stupid now that she’s actually standing in front of him. George shakes his head vigorously to tell her it’s no problem.

“I just-“ she runs a hand through her hair. “I sort of need someone who doesn’t need help with tutoring or homework or healing salve.” The offer is months old. They haven’t even talked in weeks. She never thought she’d actually take him up on it but she didn’t know who else to turn to.

His shoulders drop and a natural smile spreads across his face. “Well then I’m your guy.” He closes the door behind him and guides her down the stairs and into the common room. It’s late, most students are in bed. George asks the few left if they could give them some privacy and they all retreat to their rooms.

“What’s up?” He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets.

She sighs and walks over to the big red couch. She sits down and buries her head into her hands. “I- I’m so tired George.” Her voice is laced with despair. “There’s just so much to do and I’m trying, I really am but I just don't know if I have it in me.”

George sits next to her, so close that their knees touch. “What are all the things you need to do?” He asks softly.

“I have to run the potions club and make that banner for the Ancient Runes Club. I have to tutor Hannah and Seamus and Zacharias and so many other people. I have to make sure Lavender is okay and that Luna found her socks. I have to listen to Hermione and Ginny talk about their boy problems and then give them advice. I have to write back to my parents and help them with their problems. I have to help McGonagall with the rat problem because no one else wants to. Madame Pomfrey said I could intern with her but that means I have to spend ten hours a week in the hospital wing. I told professor Sprout I’d help her extract pus from Bubotuber. I promised Colin I would look out for Dennis and I haven't even seen him in weeks.” It all spills out. For the first time ever she is totally transparent about her problems. “And then I have to worry about my own studies and try and keep my grades up and there’s the stress of Dumbledore’s army, what if we get caught?” She’s panting by the end suddenly feeling much lighter.

“Well maybe you could say no to a couple people. I’m sure the Ancient Runes Club can wait for a sign, Mcgonagall can take care of the rats on her own. You can say no you know.” He places a hand on her thigh and looks deep into her eyes.

“But- I can’t George! I can't say no. Those people are counting on me. What if the clubs fall apart or Seamus’ grades drop or Luna never finds her socks.” Her face is panicked.

“Let me help you.” He says it so softly. She feels a dry lump in her throat. Her jaw suddenly hurts and she feels tears well up in her eyes.

“I don’t want your help George!” She jumps off the couch and onto her feet. George’s hand slips off her thigh and onto the couch. It looks limp and sad without her leg to hold it. “I don’t need you, I was doing perfectly fine before you came around and I’ll be fine without you moving forward.” There’s a pause. “ I didn’t come here for you to save the day.” There it is. She doesn’t want to appear weak. She thinks asking for help makes her weak.

George stands up, towering over her. “Fine. If that’s how you feel then I’ll leave. I will go for good and you won’t have to worry about me meddling in your life anymore. I just want you to know that I’m offering to help because I can see how hard this is for you and I think you deserve more than what you’ve granted yourself.” George steps forward closing the gap. “I think you deserve to be taken care of for a change.” They’re inches away from each other. His face suddenly turns soft as he looks into her tear-filled eyes.

There’s a silent pause. She looks into George’s eyes and she sees the honesty, the care, the love. George is there for her when no one else is. He’s right, she is having a hard time and he’s the one offering the help. No one else. All the other people she has sworn would help her, be there for her, aren’t there. But how could they have known? She never tells them how hard it is, always caring for others. She never asks for their help. It’s not that those people don’t care. She just never opens up to them. She never permits them to be anything else than people she could help. All she ever did was give and give. She never believed she should do anything else. George is the first person who wants her to take, not give. It finally clicks. Everything that George has been trying to make her see is crystal clear now.

A tear spills from down her cheek and she feels her knees go weak. She cups her hand over her mouth trying to hold in a sob. She takes a step back shaking her head in denial. George’s face remains soft but there’s concern in his eyes.

“Hey.” He tilts his head, maintaining eye contact as she tries to look away. “It’s okay.” He pulls her towards his chest and she welcomes it. She falls into his arms as more tears fall down her cheeks. “Let it out.” He says.

With that permission (y/n) cries. She cries like never before. Loud sobs slip from her lips as her body shakes in George’s arms. She cries about all the sad secrets people have confided in her. She cries for all the days she sacrificed for others. She cries for all the “I love that you never say no”. She cries for all the grades she sacrificed to keep others high. She lets out years of pent-up tears, of hurt.

He rubs small circles on her upper back and remains quiet. She was right, there relay is something reassuring about those little circles. She cries for an hour and George never moves, never speaks, never stops her.

Finally, she sniffles her last tear and steps out of George’s arms. He reluctantly lets her go but takes her hand in his. She pulls it away to wipe at her eyes.

“Thank you.” Her voice is so delicate she would be embarrassed if it weren’t George in front of her. She laughs suddenly and George looks shocked. She soon starts crying of laughter and George gapes unsure of what to do.

“Are you okay?” He asks confused.

“I just, I hate you.” She laughs again. George looks stunned. He takes a step away from her and opens his mouth to say something but she cuts him off.

“Or so I thought. You have bugged me every day for months yet there’s no one I want here more than you.” George takes a tentative step forward. The words seem to give him confidence. “As crazy as it sounds I’ve had some of the best times talking with you because I actually said what I wanted to say. You can handle me better than anyone else. You challenge me in a way that I absolutely hate but I know why you’re doing it. You’re helping me learn to take care of myself and that’s hard because it’s something I’ve never done before.” She stops for a moment. The look in her eyes changes. First, there’s shock as she realizes. Then there’s a soft and happy glow. “I think I’m falling in love with you George.” She gasps. It’s almost a whisper. She barely wants to admit it.

“Come here.” Is all he says. She doesn’t move. Her brows knit themselves as she searches his face for an explanation. She takes a deep breath. The step towards him feels like a trust fall. He gently pulls her closer by the waist. He presses his forehead to hers. (Y/n) pushes her nose to his, bringing their lips closer to one another. He repeats the movement.

They tease each other a couple more times before George whispers “Can I kiss you?” She nods slowly and whispers a yes. He tips his head so their lips connect. His soft lips send sparks down her spine. George wraps an arm up to her back and pulls her closer quickly deepening the kiss. She wraps her arms around his next and soon her hands tangle into his fiery red hair. It feels like rain after a dry summer, like the cold side of her pillow, like the warm fire after coming in from the cold, it feels like heaven. Nothing has ever felt more right than their lips pressed together and for once, she’s giving in to what she wants.

When George pulls away she finds herself chasing his lips. She pouts a little missing the kiss. George runs a hand over her hair and looks at her adoringly.

“I’m falling for you too (y/n)”

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My Tasha

Word count: 7334

Genre: Mostly angst but the ending is fluffy

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: A sort of suggestive scene? I think that's all (let me know if I need to add any)

Request: congrats on those 500’ love!!! they are well deserved for all of your amazing words 🥺 i was just thinking how cute it be for nat to take a liking to reader, so she tries all those “seductive” tricks the red room taught her, but r just reads it as a cocky fuckboy thing and rejects her? soft!nat appearing later to ask her out? 🥺

Summary: Natasha tries to seduce you at a party but you misunderstand, assuming she's just using you. Both of you mope before realizing what happened.

A/n: Finally I finished this! It was supposed to be 2000 words max but I got carried away and @teenwonder I blame you since you were the one who sent in this idea. I actually really like how this turned out, even if it differs from the prompt slightly so I hope you guys like it too because this probably took at least ten hours to write and I have lost way too much sleep over it. Enjoy!

Natasha looks in the mirror and lifts the corner of her mouth into a slight smile. She looks hot and she knows it, spending hours in front of the mirror perfecting the look. Her eyeshadow screams seduction and her lipstick highlights and colours the natural shape of her lips. Her lashes are curled to perfection and her makeup is applied with the technique she learned years ago that was guaranteed to make people stare. Her hair is straightened because it matches the look and also the last time she straightened it you had complimented her hair so she knows you like it.

Her dress is black, the colour that looks best on her, with a neckline that is dangerously low and the bottom riding dangerously high on her thigh. Her heels are her go to ones for anytime she wants to seduce anyone, they manage to work every time and have become a small symbol of luck for her and tonight she needs all the luck she can get for tonight’s party.

Usually people are easy to seduce, she just has to figure out the likes and dislikes of her target and play up to them. Tonight shouldn’t be much different except for the big added aspect of her actually caring. She’s never had to seduce someone she’s wanted to before so she knows it’s going to be harder than normal. Taking a deep breath she pushes the nerves away and smirks at her own reflection before going to meet everyone in the main room.

Your breath hitches when she walks in and you quickly look away so it doesn’t seem like you’ve been waiting for her arrival. She’s gorgeous, she always is, but tonight there’s something about her that’s different, like she put more effort than usual. You force yourself to stay calm and look away, pretending to still be interested in the conversation you had been having with Carol that you zoned out of the moment Natasha entered the room.

Carol’s looking at you strangely. “What?”

She gives a half laugh. “You think I didn’t notice you drooling over Natasha.”

“That obvious?” you ask and she nods. “Damn.”

“Damn is right, she’s smoking!” Carol whisper-yells, glancing over quickly and then back to you.

“Carol!” you exclaim aghast.

She laughs again. “Don’t worry I’m not trying to steal your girl, after all I have Valkyrie.”

“Yes and you constantly remind me of that.” you mumble which she ignores.

“I’m just saying that some people are already staring at her and are going to be all over her soon, you need to make your move quickly.” she finishes.

“I will.” you tell her, with no real intention of going to talk to her.

“Sure you will,” she says quietly at first before yelling in Natasha’s direction, “Hey Romanoff! Come here.”

Natasha is surprised and she hopes Carol isn’t calling her over because she noticed her staring. Logically she knows that Carol doesn’t want to date you and is dating Valkyrie but it looked far too much like flirting in her opinion. There were whispers and giggles and at one point you got all flustered and embarrassed. She doesn’t like how possessive she feels over you when she has no right to but somehow when it comes to you she can’t quite control herself.

Showing none of the inner thoughts that go through her head she weaves her way over to you. At first some of the team is staring because they got startled by Carol’s yell but a small glare gets them to look away again.

“Hey.” Carol greets when she walks over.

“Hey.” she says back with a smile and it’s not her fault if the smile is a little flirtier than normal and directed more towards where you’re standing. “What’s up?”

“I want to go find Valkyrie and see what’s taking so long for her to come back from the bar but didn’t want to leave Y/n all alone at a party and since you were alone too I thought it would be a great idea for you guys to spend the party together!” she explains quickly. “I’ll come back soon!”

With that she leaves and you and Natasha are left looking at each other awkwardly. She wants to say something to break the silence but all her earlier confidence is gone and she feels like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Which is half true, she is definitely not a schoolgirl but she’s never had feelings like this for anybody before.

“You don’t have to stay here.” you offer, feeling bad that she was forced to come here and babysit you. Carol is your best friend but sometimes you just can’t stand her. This is so uncomfortable and Natasha is looking at you weirdly and you just know that she’ll apologize and leave so she can spend the party with people who actually know how to have fun.

“I know but I want to.” she says and you can’t help looking away shyly and smiling. She smiles herself at your cuteness, now slightly more confident knowing that she can make you react like that.

---

She smirks as for the thousandth time that night you struggle to keep your gaze from dipping below her neck. The dress was a good choice and judging based on your lack of eye contact you appreciate it. She knows you find her attractive, it’s hard not to know that with you staring at her boobs every few seconds but as the night goes on she’s more and more hopefully that you want to date her. Your flushed cheeks and occasional stuttering give you away.

Some guy interrupts your conversation and she resists the urge to punch him. She doesn’t know what he’s here for and shouldn’t punch people for interrupting a conversation with a girl she really really likes (she doesn’t allow herself to consider love just yet).

“Hey beautiful.” he greets her, stepping into her space and ignoring you. Against her better judgment she does punch him and giggles as he staggers backwards muttering about bitches under his breath. Really the punch shouldn’t have affected him that much, it was light and not in an area that would cause serious injury, he was just weak.

“Holy fuck.” you whisper under your breath.

“That didn’t bother you, did it?” she rushes to confirm, not wanting to have upset you by resorting to violence. She wasn’t quite sure how to take your holy fuck, whether you meant it in a good way or not.

“It was so hot.” you breath and then immediately clamp a hand over your mouth once you’ve realized what you’ve said out loud.

You’re about to apologize but she speaks first. “Really?”

You don’t understand how she makes her voice sound so smooth and seductive but it makes your knees weak. You’re nervous but there’s no point in taking it back now and it does seem like she’s flirting with you so you continue.

“Yeah, what can I say I like strong women who don’t take shit from men.” you say, moving closer to her. You haven’t flirted very much before but judging based on how her eyes darken slightly you think it’s working.

She reaches out and runs her hand down the side of your face slowly, making you shiver. “Looks like we have the same type.”

She keeps her hand there for a second then leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away. You’re frustrated by how long it’s taking and try to take a small step towards her so you can kiss her. It doesn’t work well since you forgot you’re wearing heels and lose your balance, making her laugh, her breaths dancing over your lips. And then suddenly she’s not moving slowly anymore and her lips are on yours and it’s all you can think about. Your other senses are all dulled and you kiss her harder to prove that this is real.

After a few seconds she pulls back. “I didn’t want people to see,” she explains when she sees your pout, “hallway?”

You’re not sure if it’s even possible for you to do anything but nod and take her hand as she leads you out. Inside of taking you to the main hall she takes you to a side one that doesn’t get used often and only the avengers have access to. Glancing around again to make sure nobody notices she pulls you inside and immediately you’re kissing again.

She presses you against the wall and you grip her shoulders tightly, your nails dipping into her bare skin. When she pulls back again she notes in satisfaction that your lips are smeared with her lipstick and she applauds her choice of bright red. Inside of going back to your mouth she kisses along your jaw and your neck, the lipstick marking you. Happy with her work she moves back to your lips, humming happily at the feeling.

She likes it even more when she feels your mouth open to let her in, taking the opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue. You let out a small whine and the noise reminds her of where you are.

“Come up to my room?” she asks, smirking. You’re about to say yes when you notice her smirk. It bugs you for some reason, it makes it seem like she’s winning some sort of prize. Breathing heavily you look more closely at her and notice her heels. It’s her seductive mission heels. And then you realize she often wears a black dress to seduce people as well. You feel like a complete idiot, she doesn’t want you for anything more than a quick fling. This was a calculated move on her part.

“No.” you tell her firmly, only able to hold back your tears due to sheer anger. You thought that you were friends, how dare she try to play with your feelings just because she knew she could. Taking advantage of her shock you push past her, running out of the hall and back into the party. You look like a disaster so as quickly as possibly to rush to the doors and leave, running to your room, thankful that everyone seems too invested in their own conversations to notice you going.

You keep running until you reach your room. It didn’t look like she was following you but you don’t want to take any chances. Flinging off your heels because they’re uncomfortable you launch yourself onto your bed and curl up, pulling the covers over your head and putting your face into a pillow. You’re probably getting her lipstick all over right now but you don’t care, you don’t have enough energy to care right now.

You berate yourself again for how stupid you are. You got so caught up in your own emotions that you didn’t even consider that it didn’t mean the same to her as it did to you. It’s so obvious in hindsight. How after one kiss she wanted to sneak away so nobody saw, her glance back at the room before you entered the hall. She wasn’t looking for a relationship that much was clear. She invited you to her bedroom, not on a date.

You try to reason with yourself to make the pain go away but it doesn’t. You weren’t super close but you considered her a friend. Apparently she didn’t consider you one if she was willing to put your friendship aside for sex. You briefly consider that maybe she didn’t know about your feelings but you shake that thought off. She’s smart and reads people easily, she knew she just didn’t care.

You hate the tears that roll down your face. You can’t tell if they’re from sadness or anger and it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems to matter right now. Sobs wrack your body harder and you scream silently into your pillow. You hate this so much, you hate crying and you wish you could hate Natasha but you can’t. You hate yourself for letting yourself get hurt like this though.

---

Natasha watches you leave. She wants to run after you but the look on your face when you pushed by her stops her. You looked so disgusted that you had just made out with her and she can feel her heart breaking into a million pieces just thinking about it. She doesn't know what she did to get it. It’s obvious that you regretted kissing her but it hurts that you seem disgusted by it.

She allows herself a few moments to stand there and try to comprehend what just went on, a single tear dripping down her face. Swallowing hard she wipes it away and takes a breath to collect herself. She makes sure her dress is straight and runs her fingers through her hair so it doesn’t look too wild.

It doesn’t really matter what she looks like, she’s planning to slip out the back of the hall, the opposite way that you went, so it’s unlikely anyone will see her but she wants to be prepared on the off chance that the halls aren’t empty. Biting her lip to stay calm she walks out the end of the hall and slowly makes her way to her room.

She feels so stupid. She’s not even mad at you for feeling disgusted she’s mad at herself. She got so caught up in her own feeling that she never stopped to think about the fact that you don’t like her back. For a moment it seemed like you did but that was probably you being too nice to say no to her.

Her heels seem to mock her as she walks up the stairs with the way they clip clop. So much for lucky heels, she’ll never be able to use them again without remembering how badly she failed. She tugs on her dress from both the top and the bottom, trying to pull it longer in both directions. She felt so confident in it earlier in the mirror and especially when she caught you staring but now she just feels dirty and slutty.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” she mutters out loud to herself when she finally gets to her room. Looking in her mirror upon entry only makes things worse. She’s lucky that she didn’t see anyone in the halls because even after her attempts at cleaning up she looks like a mess. Her makeup is smudged all over and she can see the upset written plainly on her face.

Usually it’s easy to hide her emotions but usually she doesn’t feel such strong ones. You make her feel and she hates it. Only earlier today she loved that you made her feel. She loved the way her heart fluttered thinking about you and how she wasn’t always perfectly composed. You made her feel normal. But now she hates the way her heart betrays her, happy at even the thought of you.

Her only option right now is to forget and she thanks herself for always keeping a bottle of vodka in her room. A bad habit perhaps, but she rarely drinks from it and it is perfect for this situation. Drinking doesn’t help much, even after a while the hurt is still fresh in her mind, but it stops her from overthinking. When she eventually leaves the bottle and slips into bed it’s nobody’s business but hers if she cries herself to sleep.

---

You bury yourself deeper into your covers when you hear knocks at your door, hoping that whoever it is will go away soon.

“Y/n open up!” you hear Carol shout, still pounding on the door. “Unless Natasha’s with you, don’t think I didn’t notice you left the party earlier.”

Carol’s mention of Natasha makes a lump form in your throat and suddenly you feel the sudden urge to take a shower and wash all of her off you. You must have stayed silent for too long because Carol’s knocking stops and she speaks again.

“If you don’t say anything in five seconds I’m coming in.” she tells you.

You don’t know if you want her here or not. Carol is always good at making you cheer up but you feel embarrassed to tell anybody what happened.

“Four.”

Carol would understand though, she’s never been one to judge people for things and she was the one who helped push you towards Natasha, telling you she liked you back.

“Three.”

You realize that Natasha’s lipstick is still all over you and you’re still wearing the dress from last night. It’s too late to fix the clothes but you try to wipe the lipstick from your neck as quickly as possible (spoiler, it doesn’t go very well).

“Two.”

You’re still not sure if you want her to come in so you open your mouth to try to tell her to go away but the lump in your throat prevents you from speaking.

“One, I’m coming in now.” she says, opening the door. “Is that Natasha’s lipstick?”

It’s too much and you get overwhelmed, bursting into tears. Her grin of triumph from when she saw the lipstick quickly disappears and she rushes over to comfort you, wrapping you in a big hug.

“Do I have to kill her?” she asks, when you’ve calmed down a little bit. If you didn’t know Carol enough to know she’s actually a huge softy you would think she is dead serious.

“No,” you tell her, managing a weak smile at how quickly Carol comes to your defense.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “You have her lipstick all over you and you’re crying because of her. What did she do wrong?”

“It’s not her fault,” you protest. Natasha and Carol are friends and you don’t want them to stop being close because of you.

“It’s not her fault you’re crying?” Carol asks skeptically.

“I-um, she,” you stumble over your words because technically it is her fault you’re crying. “She didn’t mean to.” you finally settle on saying.

Carol doesn’t look any happier with the situation than she did before. “Please tell me what happened Y/n so I can go beat her up for you. Did she try to force herself on you or do anything you didn’t want?”

“No.” you say, shaking your head. Natasha may have only been looking for a one night stand or short fling but you can confidently say that she would never do that.

“Okay, then what did she do to make you so upset? It doesn’t look like she rejected you.” Carol is both stubborn and curious and you sigh knowing you’re not going to be able to get out of this conversation without telling her what happened.

“At first it was really nice, we were talking and then we were kissing. But then-” you pause and take a deep breath as Carol rubs a hand comfortingly on your back. “But then she asked if I wanted to go up to her room.” you pause again, trying not to cry for the second time this morning.

“What did you say?” Carol asks softly, knowing this is hard for you.

“I almost said yes, I was planning to say yes,” you tell her, “but then I looked down at her heels.”

“Her heels?”

“She was wearing the heels she always wears for missions where she has to seduce shady old men.” you explain. “And her dress seemed different than normal, like one she’d wear on a mission and she was smirking at me, like she got exactly what she wanted.”

“She treated you like a mission.” Carol states, a hard look in her eye. “That bitch.”

“Carol,” you warn, “you’re her friend too.”

“And as her friend I’m going to give her some friendly advice.” She emphasizes the word friendly giving the impression that it wasn’t going to be friendly at all.

“It will only make things worse.” you tell her. “I just want to forget about it.”

Carol keeps the hard look but softens a little, smiling at you. “Okay, whatever you want. We could spend the day watching movies and eating ice cream?”

“Okay.” you tell her. You’ve never been heartbroken before but you’ve seen movies and apparently this is what everyone does.

“I’ll go get the ice cream while you pick a movie.” she tells you, standing up. “I’ll even watch a disney one if you’d like.”

You give a halfhearted cheer, trying to convince Carol that you’re excited. She frowns as she leaves the room, that cheer was obviously fake. Any other time and you would be beyond happy that she was agreeing to watch Disney movies with you, you’ve been begging her to for almost a year. She can’t help but feel anger at Natasha and anger at herself. Anger at Natasha for playing with your feelings but anger at herself for pushing you to be with Natasha. She should have realized Natasha wouldn’t treat you right but she was so caught up in trying to pair you together that she didn’t see it.

---

Natasha wakes up as normal, feeling a headache forming already. Glancing towards her alarm clock she sits up in shock when she reads how late it is. She’s never in bed after noon. She groans when she realizes sitting up that quickly was not a good idea and makes her feel nauseous. She takes a few breaths, in and out, to calm herself and tries to remember why she drank so much. She was upset, she remembers that. She was upset because her plan didn’t work.

She feels a sharp pain in her heart when her mental blocks seem to go away and she remembers everything that happened, how the night had been going so perfectly and she had felt so happy only for it to all come crashing down when you ran away, disgusted that you kissed her.

“Stupid.” she tells herself, getting out of bed. She reminds herself of that as she goes about her normal morning routine, washing her face, brushing her teeth and getting dressed. She was so stupid to risk your friendship for something more, now it would be a miracle if you still wanted to be around her. Even if it hurt to pretend you hadn’t kissed she would go back to being friends with you in an instant if you still wanted her. She tries not to think about how big of an if that is.

When she is presentable she decides to head down the kitchen and grab some food. It’s been awhile since she last ate and there’s no use in trying to hide away and avoid her problems; she will either see you and have to confront them or you won’t be there. She knows that hiding away will only make things worse and appear weak, if she leaves her room and pretends everything is normal it will make her seem less hurt than she is.

“Hi Natasha.” Tony says in a weird voice when she enters the kitchen, waggling his eyebrows. She does her best not to show her obvious disappointment that almost everybody is here. The one upside is that you’re not.

“Hi Tony.” she says tiredly, walking over to grab a piece of bread and plopping it in the toaster.

“So Natasha,” he starts, oblivious to her unrelaxed mood, “how was last night?”

Natasha whips around lightning fast, staring at him. “What do you mean?”

He couldn’t possibly have heard, could he? She had hoped to talk to you before word got out about the rejection, to try to keep it on the down-low because the guys would never let her live it down. She assumed you wouldn’t tell anyone but you did leave the hall in the direction of the party so maybe you decided to stay.

“I mean with Y/n.” he says casually as Natasha fights to keep a straight face as her heart beats wildly in her chest. “Don’t think we didn’t notice how you both left early.”

Natasha lets out an almost unnoticeable sigh of relief. He didn’t know anything important.

“Well that may be the case but I can assure you nothing happened.” she tells him.

“Then where is she now?” Tony challenges.

“I don’t know, if you haven’t seen her she’s probably in her room.” Natasha responds smoothly. It’s just her luck that after being rejected by the girl of her dreams Tony thinks they got together.

“And where were you?”

Natasha gives him a deadpan stare. “My own room.”

He scoffs. “First of all you could be lying to us, I know you spies are good at that. But if you aren’t you need to get some balls and ask her out already.”

Natasha scowls. “A man’s balls are the weakest part of his body, I am good without them.”

Tony has enough self preservation to step back for a second. Natasha lets him think that her annoyance is solely over his sexist statement but really it wasn’t that bad and she’s just upset that she can’t have you so she really doesn’t want to be talking about asking you out.

“You should.” Clint speaks up.

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Not you too.”

“See Clint agrees with me and I bet the others do too.” Tony says smugly. Natasha lets her eyes move slowly around the room and one but one they all look away when she catches their eye, showing her that while they are too nervous to outright say it, Tony is right and they do agree.

“I don’t care about that,” she says, “I am not and that’s the end of the story.”

“What not?” Tony persists. “You like her, you can’t deny that, so give me one good reason not to.”

“Because she wouldn’t want to and I respect that.” Natasha says calmly. Inside she feels her stomach twisting and she wants to break something. She may be good at hiding her emotions but this conversation is proving to be next to impossible.

Tony scoffs again. “There’s no way, that girl is so in love with you it’s ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is that you assume things about other people and can’t let this go.” Natasha tells him icily. “You don’t know what she’d say.”

“Then you don’t know either.” Tony counters.

“Then why did she say no when I asked her out last night?” Natasha snaps at him. There are gasps all around the room and to her mortification she is barely holding in the tears that spring to her eyes.

“What?” Sam asks in disbelief.

“I asked her out, she said no and that’s that.” Natasha explains, trying to keep her composure but failing when a tear falls down her cheek. “Excuse me.”

She hurries out of the room, no longer able to handle the talk of asking you out and the disbelieving stares. As she gets back to her room and lies in bed once more she notes in annoyance that she never got her toast. Not that she’s hungry anymore anyway. She doesn’t feel anything anymore except sadness and emptiness. She knew her feelings for you were strong but now that she knows for sure that you don’t want her they feel even stronger and it makes her realize just how much this meant to her and how much she lost.

---

“Hey.” Carol greets as she walks in the kitchen and heads straight for the freezer.

“Morning Carol.” Bruce says, looking shocked when he sees the amount of ice cream she’s holding. “Ice cream for breakfast?”

“It’s for Y/n.” Carol explains.

Tony’s expression turns dark. “What on earth does she need it for?”

“Girl problems, also known as none of your business.” Carols says, in an admittedly sassy voice.

Tony glares. “By girl problems do you mean what happened with Romanoff last night.”

He may tease Natasha but she was like family to him and he would not allow your feelings to be coddled while you stomped all over hers. He doesn’t care if you feel bad for rejecting her, you had flirted and let her on for too long and feeling bad was the least you deserve.

In an instant Carol is across the kitchen and inches from his face. “How do you know?”

“Hey, calm down.” Bruce says, stepping in when he notices Clint and Sam have both tensed up, presumably to defend Natasha’s honor. Even though he’s a man himself he doesn’t understand them sometimes, Natasha was more than capable of taking care of herself and starting a fight between Tony and Carol, the two most stubborn on the team, would only be a headache for weeks to come.

“How do you know?” Carol asks Bruce, thankfully stepping back from Tony.

“She was here a few minutes ago and told us.”

Carol curses under her breath. “That bitch.”

“Hey!” Clint says loudly. “If anyone is a bitch here it’s Y/n.”

“Yes because it’s all Y/n’s fault.” Carol says sarcastically.

Sam decides he’s had enough of Carol. “Yes actually, it is.”

“Bullshit.”

The three of them go back and forth with Carol, mainly cursing and getting a little off topic.

It’s when Carol calls Tony an idiot that Bruce speaks up. “You weren’t here to see Natasha cry.”

“What?” Carol turned to face Bruce, shocked. He isn’t one for petty arguments so she believes what comes out of his mouth. But why would Natasha cry? It doesn’t make sense, she was the one who broke your heart, not the other way around. “Natasha never cries.”

“Well she just did.” Tony says but it’s not in a confrontational tone anymore. He’s not sure what Carol knows but it’s obvious she didn’t know fully what happened.

“Why?”

“It was partly my fault,” Tony admits, “I was teasing her about asking out Y/n and she kept saying no and eventually snapped and told us that she did last night but Y/n rejected her.”

Carol scrunches her brow in confusion. “That’s not what Y/n told me- OHHH.”

“What?” The voice comes simultaneously from all four men at once.

“They are both idiots.” Carol says, smiling and laughing for the first time since entering the kitchen. “They are both huge idiots that don’t know shit about feelings.”

“What?” Tony asks again, wanting to know what Carol’s thinking.

“Okay I’ll tell you but don’t interrupt.” Carol warns and looks at all of them to make sure they nod in agreement. Once she is satisfied she starts. “So this morning I found Y/n in tears and covered in Natasha’s lipstick. Apparently they had fun at the party last night and then snuck away to makeout. Y/n was upset because Natasha asked her up to her room instead of on a date and she noticed that Natasha was wearing her mission heels, do you know them?”

“The ones that she uses to seduce old men for Shield?” Sam asks just to make sure.

“Yep.” Carol confirms. “So anyways Y/n is upset because she thinks that she was just some sort of challenge to Natasha so she left her there…”

“...but Natasha was actually serious about her.” Clint finishes.

Tony laughs. “They really are idiots.”

“I am definitely telling this story at their wedding and to their future kids.” Sam says, also laughing.

“Well first they need to actually talk to each other about this.” Bruce points out, lowering the happy mood of the room. “Right now they’re both in their rooms miserable and feelings like the other doesn’t want them.”

“We should get Natasha to talk to Y/n,” Carol suggests, “because I know that Y/n won’t believe us unless Natasha is the one to tell her.”

“Okay I volunteer to talk to Natasha.” Tony suggests.

“No.” Carol tells him.

“Well you’re Y/n’s best friend so she won’t want to talk to you either right now.” he counters.

“Yes but you’re also a horrible option, I think Bruce would be best for this.”

Bruce looks around the room. “Me?”

“That does make sense,” Clint agrees with Carol, “out of all of us you’re the best at calming people down and she’d be most likely to believe you quicker.”

“But-”

“No buts Brucie, don’t you want to see them together?” Tony pleads.

“Yeah come on Brucie,” Sam mocks Tony, “do it for love.”

Bruce sighs as he watches Tony pout and Sam flutter his eyelashes ridiculously. “Fine.”

“Get straight to the point,” Clint advises, “because she will kick you out if you don’t.”

“Okay.”

Bruce leaves the kitchen to head to Natasha’s room. It took ages for him to be convinced to join the avengers and every day he can’t tell if he regrets his choice or loves his choice. Certainly no other job in the world would force him to go talk to his scary assassin coworker so she and his other coworker can get together. He really isn’t paid enough for this.

A knock startles Natasha. She didn’t think anyone would come after her because she assumed they would all be too scared when she’s in a bad mood.

“Who is it?” she calls out.

“Bruce.”

“Bruce,” she sighs, “I’m sorry but I need to be alone right now, I hope you of all people can understand that.”

“No.” he responds, surprising both her and himself with how determined his voice sounds.

“Bruce-” she starts but he interrupts.

“Hear me out first Natasha,” he begs, “please.”

She thinks about it for a moment before giving up and sighing, she’s not in the mood to spend time arguing. “Fine, but you have to stay outside the door.”

“If that’s what you want.” he agrees, pausing a second to figure out how he wants to word things. “I just came back from an interesting conversation with Carol in the kitchen.” he settles on saying.

“Oh?” She tries not to think about what that means. Carol is your best friend and after her scene in the kitchen this morning she doesn’t think there would be any other reason he would bring her up.

“She was getting ice cream for Y/n because apparently she’s upset.” he offers as a means of explanation.

“Oh.” she says again and it’s so quiet she doesn’t think he heard her. “You can tell Carol that I’ll apologize to Y/n tomorrow, I need to gain control of myself first.”

She never thought about how it would be from your end of things. She forced you into more than you wanted and tried to ask you out and she selfishly focused on her own feelings when you probably were upset that she kissed you. Or you thought you would lose her as a friend. She doesn't think she is capable of talking to you without breaking down right now but in a few days she’ll be fine and able to pretend nothing changed.

“That’s not what she was upset about,” Bruce tells her, “Carol says she was upset because she thought it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“What, why?” Natasha can’t help but let her interest be taken. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, what Bruce said could mean a lot of different things.

“I feel like I’m in middle school and there’s broken telephone being played between two crushes.” Bruce jokes.

“Bruce, tell me why.” Natasha demands. Her voice is soft but they both know if Bruce stalls any longer she’ll drop the sweet act.

“Well Carol said she said that it seemed like you were acting as if she was your mission to seduce and not like you actually wanted to be with her.” Bruce says, relaying the information.

“Crap.”

Bruce waits for Natasha to elaborate but she doesn’t say anything. “Are you okay in there?”

“Yes, thank you Bruce,” she says, “I need to go fix this, you can leave now.”

He can’t help but feel relieved as he speeds away down the hall. He is never going to do anything like that again, it was way too awkward. He still doesn’t understand how the others forced him to do this, damn his heart for being persuaded it was a good cause. The one upside is that talking to Natasha did seem to work and with any luck she’d be able to fix her mistakes with you. If she didn’t he did all this for nothing and may very well hulk out.

---

Natasha paces back and forth in her room. If Bruce was right (and she has no reason to believe he would lie) you didn’t run away because you didn’t like her, you ran away because you thought she didn’t like you. She winces when she thinks about it. Looking back she can see why you were mistaken and thought she didn’t have true feelings for you because she did treat you like a mark. She analyzed what hairstyle and dress you would like and wore her good luck heels. Even the way she talked and acted was calculated to be exactly what you’d like.

She’s stupid, so stupid and if she had just asked you out in a normal way instead of trying to seduce you she could be on a brunch date with you right now. It had never occurred to her to try it any other way, she was taught that seducing was the easiest way to get people to like you so why should it be different for a normal date? In hindsight using red room techniques to get a date is a horrible idea and she can’t believe she didn’t see it before. Maybe she hasn’t shaken off the red room ideals as much as she thought she had.

The thought scares her, her entire life upon leaving the red room has been dedicated to being a force for good, the opposite of everything the red room stood for so to realize that they still have their claws in deeper than she thought is terrifying. She takes a deep breath and tries to make it go away, which is mostly successful as the thought is reduced to the back of her mind. She can take her thoughts and analyze them later, which is another thing the red room taught her to do she notes, but right now she has to focus on the thing that’s most important, fixing her mistake.

As she walks through the halls to your room she runs through things she should say in her head but nothing sounds right. Perhaps it’s for the best though, that way you can tell she’s genuine and not performing another script. She pauses as she reaches your door, finding herself almost shaking with nerves. What if you don’t want her anymore or Bruce misunderstood or worst of all you still think she doesn’t care?

She almost turns around and goes back, unfamiliar with this type of fear but she knows that if she does all chances of fixing things and having a relationship with you will be reduced to zero. Taking a deep breath she turns the knob and pushes the door open.

You don’t look right away when you hear the door open, too lazy to care. “What took you so long, you were supposed to be back with the ice cream ages ago.”

“I-”

You spin around quickly. “You’re not Carol.”

“Nor do I have ice cream.” She tries to joke but it falls flat.

“Why are you here?” you ask and she winces. It’s blunt and straight to the point, your tone quiet but practically screaming at her to get out.

Since you got straight to the point she decides to do the same. “To ask you out.”

You must look even more shocked than you feel because she quickly jumps in to explain. “That’s what I was trying to do at the party last night, although I know you assumed that I didn’t mean it. I know you noticed the heels and I know I was smirking and it seemed like I was playing you but it really was genuine, I was just trying to do it the wrong way. I was always taught in the red room that to get people to like you romantically the best way to do that is to seduce them but obviously that is wrong and I didn’t realize until too late.”

There’s a lot of information to take in but your mind gets stuck on one question. “How do you know all that about how I felt?”

“Carol talked to Bruce who talked to me.” she says, looking slightly embarrassed at how elementary that sounds. “So?”

“So what?” You know she wants to know if you’ll go out with her for real and you really want to immediately say yes but you also want to hear her ask you properly.

She seems to understand. “Will you go on a date with me Y/n?”

You hesitate one moment before responding. It’s unnecessarily mean but you just spent a good portion of last night and this morning crying over her and besides, she looks absolutely adorable as she shifts her weight from side to side nervously. She looks exactly how you want her to look, no makeup and wearing sweatpants. It’s natural and genuine and everything you would have loved to see last night.

“Yes.”

“Oh thank god.” she laughs in relief, the pitch of it breathier than normal.

“I like it when you do that.” you tell her.

She furrows her brow, confused. “Do what?”

“When you laugh like that or wear old clothes, like you’re not trying to impress me.” you explain.

“So when I do the opposite of what I did last night?” she asks, laughing at herself for being so stupid. Of course you didn’t fall for all the acts, if you did she wouldn’t like you as much as she does. You make her feel different and that’s a good thing, she shouldn’t have to act around you.

“Yeah, don’t get me wrong last night was hot,” you tell her, “but it’s not you. That’s agent Romanoff putting on whatever mask she needs to be for the night, this here is my Tasha.”

“Your Tasha, huh,” she teases, “possessive much?”

“Sorry.”

“No,” she tells you, “I like it. I don’t need to put a mask on around you because you’re you and I am your Tasha. But you’re also mine.”

“All yours.” you confirm and she visibly shivers. “Apparently I’m not the only possessive one.”

“Apparently.” she says looking at you in a way that makes heat rise to your cheeks.

“Since we wasted time last night maybe we could start with a movie date right now?” you suggest shyly, changing the topic.

“Well we do have time to make up for.” she agrees, sitting down on the bed beside you. “What movie?”

“Mulan.” you tell her pressing the remote to drop the tv down into your room. There were definitely benefits to living with Tony.

“A disney movie?” she asks skeptically.

“Have you seen it?” you ask already knowing the answer before she shakes her head. “Then don’t knock it, it’s a great movie.”

“If you say so.” she says, still slightly skeptical but much more open to it. Even if the movie is garbage she doesn’t think she’d mind watching it with you. She definitely doesn’t mind it when your head drops onto your shoulder and you fall asleep, tired from the emotional rollercoaster you just went on. And when the movie ends she doesn’t move, happy to have you there, even when hours later her shoulder is all tense and cramped. It scares her how much she feels for you already but it also feels freeing, she knows she is not just the product of the red room because their biggest rule is to not fall in love and she’s definitely going to break that soon, if she hasn’t already.

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[verymuchimmortalcat]

To Have Several first Meetings

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month Day 1: Meeting for the first time

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@maribat-bdbwm

Marinette had known she was adopted since she had been twelve and had a project about genetics in school. Her parents had explained to her that her mother had given her up for adoption since she wasn’t in a situation to take care of her and didn’t think her father would be able to. Marinette’s mother had passed away soon after and while Tom and Sabine had her father’s information neither of them had ever contacted him. They left the option up to Marinette, and at the time she hadn’t cared, she had two loving parents and she was happy.

.oOo.

Marinette meets Batman for the first time when she’s 14. Wonder Woman had been in contact with them from the beginning of the hawkmoth situation, but after Heroes Day Batman insists on speaking to the them. As they enter the Watch Tower she can feel Cat Noir buzzing with excitement next to her. She’d laugh but she’s too nervous to do so.

Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman are waiting for them. Marinette’s glad there aren’t more heroes around, Cat Noir looks like he might explode in excitement. They sit down at the table and Batman speaks first, “You need training.”

She’s well aware of that, but the way Batman says it irritates her, but she ignores it. She’s here because Diana asked, and because Batman is right about their lack of training.

Superman speaks up then, “We can help you with that. You can use Titans Tower for your training-”

“-And due to the nature of the threat you face, the two of you and the rest of your team is welcome there anytime.”

Marinette doesn’t point out that the rest of them are temporary heroes, it will probably alarm them more. She knows Cat Noir is probably jumping at the offer but she wants to know “why?”

Batman’s the one to speak, “if you’re going to protect Paris, then you’re going to need to be trained well.”

Marinette doesn’t know why Batman has a sudden vested interest in Paris’s safety but she’s going to go along with it. They do need the training and it will be nice to talk to more heroes their age.

“And the Justice League won’t interfere in Paris?”

“No.”

“None of them? You have a very large team and not all of them are here at the moment.”

“I will ensure everyone is informed.”

Marinette drops it, Batman sounds sincere.

.oOo.

Cat Noir and Ladybug make their first appearance in Titans tower that weekend. Cyborg and Nightwing are the ones waiting for them. They meet a lot of heroes. There’s Robin, Red Robin, Superboy, Wonder Girl, Kid flash, Solstice, Ravager, Beast Boy, Raven and apparently there are more of them usually but those are the ones she meets.

Civilian names are a whole another thing. Ladybug, Cat Noir and the Bats don’t share theirs but then there are the others. Cassie of course doesn’t have a secret identity. And Kon, Bart, Kiran, Rose and Gar don’t really mind telling another super hero. It’s a bit weird how forthcoming they are with their identities, Marinette’s had the no sharing identities rule hammered into her head for over a year now, and meeting the Teen Titans is making her question that rule.

As time passes and the miraculous team grows larger and the heroes become permanent, Titans Tower becomes steadily more occupied during weekends and training relaxes into hanging out.

They still train of course, the bats help with figuring out hawkmoth and Mayura’s identities, pretty much everyone helps with the actual fighting, and Raven helps with the more magical aspects. She meets pretty much all of the teenage superhero community over the course of a year. It’s pretty cool.

.oOo.

About a year after they start their training, they figure out Hawkmoth is Gabriel Agreste and Mayura’s Nathalie Sancouer. It’s not surprising but she knows they’re all worried how it’s going to affect Adrien, who as they learn is Cat Noir.

Marinette is fifteen when Hawkmoth’s reign over Paris ends.

Paris celebrates for days. But Marinette can’t bring herself to feel anything anymore. It’s not that she hasn’t been dealing with her emotions with the constant trips to the tower it’s just not letting herself feel anything in Paris becomes normal.

Her parents start to get worried and as much as she would love to calm down their fears she can’t. Luka, Juleka and Alya are the ones who join forces to convince her to reach out to her biological father.

When she gives in and asks her parents, they give her his contact information happily, assuming that’s what had been bothering her all this time. Marinette doesn’t correct them.

It takes Marinette a few weeks to call him but she does call him.

.oOo.

It turns out he already knew about her; he had just figured waiting until she was older was the better approach. Marinette wasn’t really sure what to make of that but he had invited her to his house in Gotham to spend a week getting to know him and the rest of his children.

Marinette accepts his offer happily. It would be nice to learn more about her father and his family (beyond what her research turned up with, Gotham reporters didn’t seem very sensible), and get out of Paris for a while.

.oOo.

Marinette is met by M. Pennyworth, who’s their butler, at the airport. Her parents had let her come on her own after M. Wayne had assured them that she would be safe. There had still been an unnecessarily large number of people to send her off at the airport, though.

Their ride to Wayne Manor is filled with a good amount of nervous rambling, from Marinette’s part. Alfred (he had insisted upon being called so) asks her about school and friends and Marinette goes on a lot of tangents as she talks about everyone in Paris.

There several people waiting at the entrance when they reach the Manor. If she wasn’t anxious about meeting her family, she would probably be more amazed at the beauty of the Manor and the surrounding grounds.

She waves awkwardly at them and says, “hi, I’m Marinette.”

The shortest boy among them, Damian she believes, turns away and walks back into the Manor. Her father turns as if to follow him but he’s stopped by the second tallest of her siblings, Marinette doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to the idea of siblings but she finds she quite likes it, “I’ll go check on Damian. Bye Marinette, see you around.”

She waves at him silently and all of them fall into silence, Alfred having left them. Would it be too late to turn away now?

There aren’t enough pictures of Bruce Wayne’s children on the internet, with the exception of Tim Wayne, for her to recognise all of them but she's pretty sure the one who finally breaks the silence is Jason Todd, returning from the dead created more than enough reading material for her research.

“I'm leaving. Nice to meet ya,” and then heads off. None of the others seem to think it’s strange, so she doesn’t dwell on it.

Mr. Wayne clears his throat and says, “we should probably head inside.”

“Truly one of your brighter ideas B,” Tim says and the other two laugh. They introduce themselves as Cass and Duke once they’re inside and Mr. Wayne tells her she can call him B or Bruce like the others do or whatever she’s comfortable with, Marinette nods in reply. And then she’s being dragged along to somewhere deep in the Manor by her new siblings and they’re talking about some kind of prank war that they’re apparently in the middle of.

Marinette grins. This is bound to be interesting.

[mindofharry]

i had a thought of medium/ghost hunter!Y/N and a clingy ghost!harry…… here’s a small blurb for it <3

“So you’re a ghost hunter?” The girl asked as Y/N sorted her crystals. She smiled and nodded, although she didn’t like the term ghost hunter it was the easiest way to explain her gift. There are people that think it’s the coolest thing ever, to be able to speak and communicate to people who have passed on. But the majority of people in her town really don’t understand, and Y/N can sense their fear. She prefers the term medium, but for the sake of this little girl - who couldn’t be older than ten - she’ll let it go and be Y/N the ghost hunter today.

Y/N opened this store with her mom. It had everything a young medium or spiritual person would need. Although people don’t treat them with the respect they deserve, they fully believe in karma. They give back to the community with their lively spirits and practices, and their shop brings people from all of the country. There’s also teenagers on every corner trying to get ouji boards where ever they can, see Y/N tries to guide them with better things. Ouji boards are not good, Y/N absolutely hates them.

Y/N looked at the little girl, leaving her crystals for a moment. She could sense a lot of things. This girl is gifted too, she just needs a little push. She’s surrounded with good energy and especially good spirits.

“And you’re a ghost hunter too, right?” Y/N asked and the girl gasped.

“I am?”

Y/N giggled and nodded, placing a finger over her mouth as the girls mother came back. The mother had a few crystals, candles and looked exhausted to say the least. Y/N tilted her head at the mother, as she began to look through everything she was going to buy.

“Is there something bothering you?” Y/N asked and the mother sighed.

“Is it obvious?”

Y/N nodded with a soft smile.

“I can help you sage your house if you’d like? Maybe try and get the spirits to leave. My mother taught me everything she knew and she was a smart woman” Y/N stated proudly, the girl squealed.

“She’s a ghost hunter, momma!”

Y/N winked at the mom before handing a tarot card to the girl. “I need to show something to your mom, why don’t you try and sort some of these tarot cards out?” Y/N said and the girl excitedly got to work.

Y/N held the moms hand and walked her into the back of the shop.

“It’s your son, right?” Y/N asked and the woman gasped looking around. Y/N couldn’t sense any fear, she just seemed so tired. The woman sighed and nodded.

While Y/N was looking over her aura she saw the name tag on the woman’s shirt. Anne.

She obviously came straight from work, something is definitely trying to come through. Y/N didn’t sense any malice intent or bad energy, but she’d need to do a proper reading to get a better understanding of this spirit.

“Harry. My son. God, i’m not into those ghost things, i never believed in it. But then so many things are happening and it’s beginning to scare me. I thought if i put a few crystals around that this thing might go away” Anne said and Y/N nodded, wincing at her choice of word for the spirit.

“I see emily, my daughter, talking to herself or leaving notes at the door all the time. I adopted her shortly after harry passed away. And i feel like maybe he didn’t like that?” Anne said shaking her head.

“I’m sorry to drop this all on you, but no one believes me - us”

Y/N smiled and squeezed anne’s hand. “Your daughter is very special, she’s a light. All the things she’s doing is to keep you both safe. And your son? A light as well. There’s is no malice intent with him trying to contact you. He just wants to say hi” Y/N said and she could feel the relief anne was beginning to let herself feel.

“Would you…. Would you still come over? I’ll pay you how ever much you want. I just, I just need to get a full night sleep”

“Of course. I’d be happy to. Let me close up the store and i’ll follow you and emily in my car”

After gathering the stuff Y/N needed and closing up the store, she got into her car and followed anne closely. She could sense the spirit following them, he seemed nice, kind even.

“I know you’re in here” Y/N said tapping her fingers against the wheel. This was rare, new for Y/N. Usually she has to get her candles and crystals out — but this spirit is very prominent and wants to be seen.

“I’m here to help, harry. I want to help you communicate with your family. I do not mean any harm or to disturb you” Y/N said.

“I know”

It was small, a whisper. He was sitting in the back, definitely.

“Your mom is tired, harry. Can you tell me why you need to talk to her so badly? Did something happen to you before you passed on?” Y/N asked and she could hear a sigh. She almost felt excited, she couldn’t wait to talk to her mom about it.

“I miss her”

Y/N pouted and nodded.

“I understand. It’s hard for you, right?”

She couldn’t imagine the pain this spirit was going through — although she feel how kind and calm he is, she could also feel who sad and in pain he was. Emotionally that is. Y/N is going to do everything in her power to make him comfortable.

“So hard. I just want to hug my mum” He said and Y/N nodded.

“Well, i’m going to try and help you as much as i can. Is that ok?” She asked and she could feel him move himself to the front of the car. He was getting more comfortable, that made her feel good. Her job is to make spirits comfortable and happy before they move on. Harry is definitely comfy, but he definitely not moving on anytime soon. She doesn’t mind being stuck with him for the time being.

The car infront of her pulled into a nice driveway, the house is beautiful. Small, but cozy. She could feel harrys annoyance making her giggle a little.

“I think it’s nice. Suits your mom” Y/N said and harry huffed.

“I miss the old house”

Before he could complain more, Y/N got out of her car and skipped up to emily and anne. Emily still had a few tarot cards in her hand, playing with them like pokemon cards. Y/N smiled to herself and followed them into the house.

“Where’s all your gadgets?” Anne asked.

“Don’t need them anymore! But i can still do a little ritual if you’d like?” Y/N said and anne shook her head confused.

There was a tap on Y/N’s back, she turned around and saw harry. This was the first time she was able to see the spirits. He’s beautiful, is the first thing she thought. Long brown curls, cheeks flushed and eyes forest green. He’s wearing a floral shirt and tight black skinny jeans with converse on his feet.

“Harrys here with us right now” Y/N smiled and nodded at harry. He seemed a little nervous now.

“I uh don’t know what to say” Anne said her voice shaky. Harry was very close to Y/N now, he liked her.

“Ask me any question, or just tell him about your day. He misses you” Y/N said and Anne sat down biting back a sob. Harrys eyebrows furrowed and he sighed.

“Please don’t cry” He mumbled taking Y/N’s hand. Y/N smiled softly putting her hand over his.

“He said to not cry. I think it makes him upset”

Anne quietly laughed to herself and shook her head.

“Ask him does he like me!” Emily asked pulling at Y/N’s skirt. Y/N bent down and whispered into emily’s ear.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself”

The day went quickly, and Y/N was tired. These readings took a lot out of her. But she loved making people happy, especially people as kind as Anne and Emily. They needed this to heal, Y/N is so happy they chose her as their guide and to include her on their journey.

“You need to rest” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear as Anne gave her tea. Y/N shushed him and sipped the drink, it was delicious. She loved tea, her mother made it all the time for her. It calms her.

“Y/N….”

“Y/N”

“Y/N!” Harry yelled making Y/N jump and nearly spill her tea. Anne and emily looked up and Y/N just cleared her throat.

“I think it’s time i go home” Y/N said and Anne nodded. “Of course! You’re welcome back anytime. I’m sure emily will come visit you at your shop too” Anne said, bringing Y/N into a hug. Harry was behind Y/N and followed her to the door. Y/N turned around and smiled.

“Bye harry!” She said waving and harry pouted.

“No”

She raised an eyebrow and laughed to herself.

“No?”

“Yeah, no. I’m coming home with you.”