#its just. he was based on my (now) ex best friend

[zdechlyryba]

an edek themed collage 🪲

[rosenclaws]

Could I pleasssse request a smut/fluff fic with Logan where he secretly likes the reader and doesn't like the readers bf? The reader is in their early to mid twenties and has been best friends with Logan for years and he snaps one night when her bf is being an asshole 👀 thank you so much 😭

warnings: Angst to fluff, asshole boyfriend, he's mutant hating low key, threats, fighting

a/n: Hehehe i fucking LOVE a good jealousy fic, also I based the asshole ex on multiple asshole exes of my own lol.

Things were well and truly complicated. You always knew what being a mutant meant for your relationship life. Having to dip your toes into the water to see if they the kind of person who wanted your kind dead or if they were more open to the idea of mutants.

Even then you ran into all kinds of assholes. If you could even get past the first date then you'd have to drop the bomb that you work at a mutant school with mutant children. Safe to say your dating life was pretty empty.

"You here again sweetheart?" You roll your eyes when you hear Logan's voice. It's Friday night and you're sitting in the living room of the mansion with a root beer.

“Yeah, so are you.” You bite back. He just chuckles and takes a seat next to you. Spreading his legs until his knee knocks into yours.

“Weren’t you supposed to go out with that kid, what was his name Jacob or…”

“Jason. Yeah he canceled when he saw the pick up address.” You remember the absolute terrified voice he spoke to you in, afraid you were going to melt his bones through the phone or something.

“You really know how to pick em.” You shove Logans shoulder as he laughs.

“Fuck off, I don’t see you getting any action lately either.”

“That’s because I’m not interested in dating some stranger.” He grumbles.

Truth is Logan hasn't been interested in anyone except for you for a while now. Its been years and as pathetic as it sounds Logan was too afraid to say anything. But there's no reason to mess up a good thing right? Plus it's not like you've been showing any interest in him.

“Look, any guy would be lucky to have you sweetheart, you just need to find the right one."

"Feels like I've been searching forever. Feels like I should make a marriage pact or something." You say with a groan.

"A marriage pact?" "Logan questions.

"Yeah you know, if we haven't found someone by the time we're forty we just, get married."

"We?" Your eyes widen and you start to flounder. The last thing you want is for Logan to think you're a creep or something. It's not like you fantasize about Logan or anything. Totally not.

"Not you, I mean if you wanted to then sure but I was just talking hypothetically you know. I mean god could you imagine you and I?" The words tumble out of your mouth with no filter. You just can't stop yourself. Logan cocks and eyebrow and you pray for something, anything to happen to help you shut up.

"Yeah...hard to picture you and I" Logan's face hardens as he talks.

Like he thought before, you don't want him. You could just burst into flames right here and now. The tension is palpable. Logan has been your friend for a long time but he never fails to make you a little nervous. He shouldn't have this hold over you but god he's just so big and intimidating.

"You know what? We should go out." You say abruptly.

"What? Hey give that back!" You grab the beer out of his hand and he looks at you confused.

"It'll be fun please, I'll buy the first round." You offer and he thinks for a second.

"Fine."

You don't really know what drove you to want to come here. It was loud and crowded and you and Logan had gotten separated after the first drink. Maybe you just wanted to avoid the odd feelings you get whenever you're alone with him. Plus that last conversation was awkward as hell.

You sigh as you swirl your drink around. You spot Logan across the room. He's leaning against the wall while a very pretty red head is all in his space. Your heart clenches as you notice the cocky smile on his face and how he's not pushing her away. Guess someone is getting lucky tonight and it isn't you.

"Hey, couldn't help but notice a beautiful girl all by herself." You look to your side to see a guy slide into the seat next to you. He seems nice enough. He's cute and all.

"Oh I'm here with a friend." You say looking back at Logan.

"Yeah, he seems busy to me. The name's Carter. Let me buy you a drink, no strings attached I swear." He offers. You take one last look at Logan, that woman's hand snaking up his arm. Fuck it.

"Alright deal."

Things since that night have been, a little off. You went home with Carter after Logan had disappeared. Carter was nice enough, at least he was at first. He treated you nice, bought you flowers. He didn't care you were a mutant or that you worked at a mutant school. He was the perfect gentleman. For the first couple months.

It happened so slowly you didn't even notice at first. You spent less time at the mansion, instead now spending it with him. The kids started to miss you and so did your friends but you were happy and they were happy you were happy.

You rarely saw Logan anymore. Ever since you came home from the bar he had been avoiding you, or something. Carter would come by the mansion but his nice guy persona seemed to fade the more he spent with everyone. It didn't help that one of your students accidently lit him on fire once. That's when the fights started.

He didn't trust the kids there, said they were dangerous. He would tell you that he liked mutants but h was worried for your safety. And he really didn't like Logan. The first time the two of them met it ended in a fight on the car ride back to his place. Logan was a strong personality and the two men clashed.

Soon every time your job got brought up it ended in a fight. He'd talk bad about your students, about your friends, about Logan. Carter wanted to keep you away from there because he loved you but they were your family.

He loved you, you had to believe it was all because he loved you. I mean you had spent so long looking for a man who didn't care about your job or your mutant abilities and Carter was that guy. At least you thought he was. You won't find anyone better. Carter liked to say that. It's hard to come by someone who's okay with what you are. So you just had to believe he did it all because he loved you.

"Do we really have to go to this stupid thing? Can't we just stay in..." Carters hand snakes up your leg but you bat his hand away making him huff.

A pissed off look on his face as you drive to the mansion. It was a simple staff party but it had been too long since you got to relax with all your friends. Carter had insisted on coming along but right now you wish he had just stayed home, especially if he was going to complain the whole time.

"This is really important to me. We don't have to stay long I promise." You say in a cheerful tone but Carter just rolls his eyes.

"Whatever." It was exhausting. To Carter anything he wanted to do was fine but as soon as there was something you wanted to do it was a chore.

"Don't understand why you're so obsessed with being around these...people." He mumbles under his breath. Not this again. You plaster on a fake smile as you pretend you didn't hear him. He loves you for who you are right?

The party was in full swing by the time you get in. You greet your friends, trying to hide your feelings as Carter says something about getting a drink.

"You finally made it." You turn to see Logan standing behind you.

"Logan! Didn't expect to see you here." You tease. Parties were never Logan's thing.

"I heard you might show up, can't miss that now can I?" He opens his arms and you don't hesitate to hug him. You missed this. Your nights used to be filled with movie nights and late night snacking with Logan. It's been so long since you got to do any of that.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Logan clocks the fake smile immediately. He's noticed the ways you've changed. You're deflated, tired. It's all that assholes doing and he knows it.

"Yeah every things fine," Logans hands rest on your arms, he's about to press you a little further but Carter comes back.

"Hey man get your hands off my girlfriend." Carter almost seems to puff out his chest as if he was trying to appear bigger than Logan. Logan rolls his eyes.

"Calm down bub, just saying hi to my friend."

"Well she's my girlfriend."

"Yeah she's also a person not a fucking object." Logan growls and you step to get in between the two of them. The last thing you wanted was a fight right now.

"It was great seeing you again Logan." You smile as Carter wraps his hand around your wrist.

Logan reluctantly lets go of you as you're taken away by your boyfriend. He feels this anger burning inside of him. Every time he sees that bastard touch you he wants to rip off his damn arms. Every time he sees your smile fall or hears your fake laugh.

"Jealous much?" Scott comments, a smirk on his face as Logan turns to glare.

"I ain't jealous." Logan snaps as he stalks away.

Yes he is, he's very jealous. He's jealous that asshole is your boyfriend and not him. He's jealous that he's not the one who gets to hold you at night and call you his girl. But he was too late. So he's got no one to blame but himself.

Carter hadn't left your side since your moment with Logan. Normally you'd be happy about this but he was doing nothing but complain every chance he got.

"Can we just fucking go home already. You saw your little friends."

"It's barely been an hour Carter. All I asked for was this one thing! These people are my family would it kill you to try and act interested." You snap, finally fed up with his attitude. He scoffs and crosses his arm.

"I am trying. It's not my fault your family are freaks! Especially that fucking monster." He says with an extra glare towards Logan. Heads start to turn as he raises his voice.

"They're not freaks and don't call Logan that! He is not a monster!" You hiss. You've had it up to here with Carter. Everything you thought about him was crumbling down. If this is what love was then you'd rather be single.

"Of course you come to his defense. What are you fucking him on the side?" He spits.

Logan looks ready to pounce but he's being held back. If he could he'd maim this guy until he's nothing but blood and bones. He doesn't care what insult this guy spews his way but the second he disrespects you, all bets are off.

"He's my friend that's why I'm defending him. I will not let you talk about anyone of these people like that! You are nothing but a hateful asshole. You can go home and don't wait up because you're done."

You're seething with anger but there's a sense of relief that washes over you. You can feel every ones eyes on you but you don't care. You turn around to walk away but Carter grabs onto your wrist.

"Don't fucking walk away from me!" You wince at how hard he grabs you and that's when Logan snaps. Like an animal he's on Carter in an instant. Claws out and a murderous look on his face.

"Get your fucking hand off her before I slice it off." Whatever arrogance Carter had was gone in an instant. He lets go of your wrist and grabs at Logan's arm but Logan is unmoving.

"Listen here bub, you're going to get your sorry ass out of here and never come back." Logan leans in, just close enough that Carter is the only one who can hear his next words.

"If you even think of contacting her again I'll find you and I'll rip you limb from limb." Carter scrambles out of Logans grip and falls to the ground.

"You're all fucking insane." He yells as he runs out the door.

There's a weight that falls off your shoulders the second he's out of your sight. You let out a sigh as you turn to face everyone. Some of them were looking at you with pity and others were happy he was finally gone.

"I am, so sorry for ruining the party."

"You didn't ruin the party sugar, we're glad he's gone. Now we can really party." Rouge says with a smile, you're grateful for her as this breaks the awkward tension.

Things seem to go back to normal but you slip outside, not really feeling a party mood anymore. You hear the door open and foot steps behind you. A root beer is placed in front of you and you gladly take it. Wordlessly Logan takes the spot next to you. Man you can't remember the last time you got to sit down with Logan.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry." You say. He shrugs and throws an arm around you, pulling you closer.

"Nothing to be sorry for sweetheart, asshole had it coming." He takes a sip of his beer and you sigh, leaning a little closer to him.

"How could I be so stupid, things went south way before tonight. I just...didn't want to see it."

"Hey, you're not stupid. You were in love." Love makes you do a lot of things. Turn a blind eye or in Logan's case. Pretend like the feelings aren't even there.

"No I wasn't. Not really. I think...I was so afraid of never finding someone that I latched onto the first guy to give me an ounce of attention." You groan. What's so wrong with wanting to be loved huh? Nothing. But you deserve a guy who isn't a complete asshole.

"There will be other guys, anyone would be lucky. to have you"

"Yeah? Like who?" You say with a snort.

"Like me." Logan says simply. Your eyes widen as you taken in what he just said.

"What?" You ask in disbelief.

Logan shifts where he sits. Fuck this isn't how he imagined telling you, in fact he thought he never would. But Carter made him so angry and he'd be dammed if he let another dick come and take you away again.

"Like me, I want to be the lucky bastard."

"I...Logan how long have you felt this way." You ask, a hand coming to rest on his chest.

"It doesn't matter,"

"Yes it does, please. I need to know how much of an idiot I've been." You beg and Logan frowns, he doesn't like it when you call yourself an idiot.

"Years sweetheart, I've been in love with you for years." He confesses.

All this time. He's been there. As your friend, as something more. Too wrapped up in his own shit to say something at first and then by the time he worked out some of it, it was too late. He hates to admit it but that asshole did one thing right, it pushed him to stop hiding how he really feels about you.

"Logan..." You whisper as your lean in close to him.

His hand snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. Your lips ghost each other for just a moment, before he leans closer and kisses you. Your lips move together slowly. Logan groans against your lips as he pulls you even closer, if anyone were to look outside they'd see you practically crawling onto his lap.

His other hand cups your cheek, keeping you right there for him to kiss over and over. A part of you is kicking yourself for not saying anything to Logan sooner. So much pain and annoyance could have been avoided had one of you just confessed, but the other part of you is too happy to care. Too happy knowing that he felt the same way and that he was finally yours.

"I wish we had done this sooner."

"Me too sweetheart, but you have me now." He says as he kisses you again. A thought lingers in your mind and you pull away from Logan much to his dismay.

"Fuck, I need to get my shit from Carters place." You say with a groan.

"Don't say his name ever again," Logan grumbles and you laugh.

"I'll take care of everything so you never even have to think of that asshole." Logan buries his face in your neck, kissing every bit of skin he can reach.

"Now, lets ditch this party and make up for some lost time." Logan purrs.

God there's so much time to catch up on, you mourn what could have been but Logan taps your cheek. Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts.

"You alright sweetheart?" You nod, shaking your head free of those thoughts. That's all in the past now, it took a while but you found your way to Logan and that's all that matters.

"I've never been better. Now, take me home."

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 4.5

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.)

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie

✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it.

✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: porn with some plot kinda, this yoongi is very horny and is a very methodical masturbator (?) in the way he set the mood for himself (could be canon, amirite), let’s fix that boner you left him with, and let’s soothe your weary minds from that Dispatch article, POV switch after the article headline, idk if you know that one video of yoongi in d-day during the piano break in life goes on he does this thing with his tongue… it’s written in here somewhere

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 1.5k

✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: December 15, 2024

✎ ˎˊ˗ A/N: Surprise! I kid you not, this was written within a span of like 8 hours? So if it sucks, that’s probably why, lol. Lucky for y’all I am too impatient to wait for notes milestones before I upload the next part, so here you go. 🎁 Also, @glossdebut, you know what you did. Enjoy, my lovelies~ 💕

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |  Masterlist

“Fuck me…” Yoongi sighs, leaning further back into the computer chair. He runs both hands through his hair as the preliminary pinpricks of pleasure makes his cock spring to life under his sweatpants.

His phone is now propped on his half-empty coffee mug, of which the screen—maxed out in its brightness settings—is projecting the photo you sent through its 2x dynamic galaxy amoled display—of which his dick would personally like to thank his Samsung sponsors.

He is so horny he might just die if he doesn’t get off in the next five minutes. 

It’s your fault. Of course, it is.

God you’re so fucking sexy, do you even know that? Do you even realize what you do to him? He is literally about to masturbate in his multi-million won worth studio to the pitiful pixels you have afforded him with.

He stands up, curses you under his breath as he pulls his pants down to pool around his ankles. He drops to his chair, about to slip a clammy hand inside his boxers when he decides to adjust the view juuuust a little, zooming the photo closer…closer…  and that’s it.

Just the view he needs. (Sue him for having astigmatism.)

He grabs the aircon remote and adjusts the temp to a balmy 24 ‘cause it’d be hella annoying if he can’t get hard because his studio is an igloo.

Some velvety track with soft percussions filter out from his speakers.

A pump of lube from his hidden drawer, wet wipes at the ready for the inevitable clean up, and he’s off to the fuckin’ races. 

His fist wraps the base of his cock, coating his entire shaft with the gel. It's cold, but it immediately warms up to his body temperature as his palm slides up and down his semi. 

Greedy eyes rake your body on his phone screen. Your tits. They’re a vision. He can see just the ghost of your nipples, peaking in the slightest way against your silky top and suddenly his mouth is dry. What would they look like if they’re not hiding from him? For sure they’re puffy. Pretty jet-puffed marshmallows that he’s gonna be putting in his mouth and sucking until you’re falling apart and creaming with just that. He smirks. Yeah, he could do that.

He tugs at his cock faster, licking his bottom lip as he imagines the texture of your pebbled nipples against his tongue. He shivers, increasing the pace of his ministrations, cock now fully hard.

Back to the photo.

Huh. You knew what you were doing—squeezing your breast with your hand. The way the mound of flesh is about to spill over, and your areola is just kissing the edge of the fabric is actually killing him. It’s diabolical. Pure torture.

Had you been here, he’s scooping out that breast, the one you’re holding out to him, so it’s hanging generously from your top, wobbling as he bounces you on his fat dick. 

He feels his eyes crossing, caught in the spell of the hypnotic movements playing out in his mind. He moves his hand faster, cock throbbing and aching for release.

But he’s not there yet.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi lets himself sink back into the memory, rewinding the moments from just hours ago. The sensation of your weight against him is the first thing he recalls—the way your ass fits so perfectly in his lap, warm and soft, like you were made to be there. The way your body had melted into his touch, so pliant, so eager, grinding slightly like you were inviting him to ruin you, and he was more than willing to oblige.

Your lips—he can still taste them if he focuses hard enough—sweet, intoxicating, like the lingering memory of his favorite whisky. And your neck, the way it arched so perfectly for him, leaving him no choice but to press his mouth against it, the faint hint of your skin still ghosting on his lips even now.

If he concentrates, he can almost smell you again, that sweet, delicate perfume that drove him insane. It’s like you’ve imprinted yourself on him. Or maybe it’s the faint traces of your scent that linger on his hoodie, the one you pressed yourself into while straddling him and he could feel the perfect ass against his crotch. 

The thought is enough to send his pulse ticking faster, his head leaning back against the chair as a low, frustrated groan escapes him. He needs you. Fervently. Urgently. Needs you like he has never needed another person ever. 

Jaw slack, tongue dangling from the corner of his mouth, he imagines licking your nipples from side to side and his mouth stretches into a smile. He can almost hear you moan oh yoongi and wow what an ego boost to have you unraveling for him when in reality it’s he who is actually unraveling in his own damn hands. His cock is getting heavier, balls tighter at his impending demise. He tugs and tugs, collecting some of the lube that gathered on the base and pushing it back towards his angry tip, concentrating his movements there.

You’re not in the room but you might as well be with the way your name keeps tumbling from his lips. He is whining like a little bitch in heat, but he doesn’t give a shit. He hasn’t had a satisfying jerk-off like this in a while. He can’t even remember sex being this good. Nothing remotely like the way this fog of lust has him ascending to another plane of existence right now, because you’re so fucking sexy and so good to him and he likes you so damn much and suddenly he’s coming, warm spurts of cum oozes from his throbbing cock decorating his fingers like the rings he used to wear to the knuckle, and fuck he’s still going, there’s so much and god dammit his boxers are soaked but it feels phenomenal.

Chest heaving as if he ran a marathon, he stares at his ceiling, waiting for his heart rate to slow down.

Not long after, he laughs at his stupidity, pulling a wipe from the packet and proceeds to clean up. He sobers up from his horny thoughts, but not by a whole lot. Not when the photo that started it all is still bright and beautiful from his phone. Shit. He cannot wait to fuck you for real. 

Little did he know, something was gonna fuck him up come morning.

AllKpop Scoop:

Confirmed: SUGA of BTS Dating Actress Lee Sung Kyung

Eagle-eyed fans are convinced the duo has been hiding their relationship in plain sight, pointing to their undeniable chemistry during a past Suchwita episode, where sparks were reportedly flying between the two.

The story was everywhere. News sites, entertainment shows, gossip columns, social media—each one milking it for all it was worth. 

Darling of the press, K-drama royalty, multi-awarded thespian Lee Sung Kyung, had resurfaced from her mysterious hiatus, and of course, the headlines couldn’t resist pairing her name with “infamous idol Min Yoongi.” You roll your eyes so far back your head they almost didn’t come back.

The South Korean media was having an absolute field day.

And as much as it hurt to see it, your first instinct wasn’t to dwell on the sting of the rumors. It was to scan every word, every post, every thread, checking if Haneul had been dragged into the mess.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been. You’d be devastated if your little sarang had been implicated in any of these stories. You don’t know the first thing about how to protect the poor baby from these trolls, but you will be damned if you don’t try.

The photo that sparked the frenzy was everywhere—a shot of Sung Kyung leaving Yoongi’s Hannam apartment. That was it. No Yoongi, no Haneul, not even a hint of context. Never mind that the building housed countless tenants or that there was zero proof they were together. It was enough to send the internet spiraling into speculation.

You were scrolling through the comments under one of the reposts, your stomach churning at the sheer creativity of the assumptions being thrown around, when your screen suddenly switched to an incoming call.

Yoongi.

You didn’t hesitate, swiping to pick up almost immediately.

“Sarang,” he starts, his voice soft and familiar, like he already knows he needs to tread lightly. Bro’s really starting with the buttering up.

“Where’s Han?” Was your first question.

“My parents drove him up to Daegu this morning. It’s better if he’s there for now.”

You let out a heavy sigh, rubbing your temple as you sit back. “Just answer one question, Yoongi: is it true or not?”

“It’s a big fuckin’ lie,” he says without missing a beat, his voice steady and firm. “None of it is true.”

“So it’s all bullshit?”

“YES.” he replies emphatically.

The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, and you exhale, nodding to yourself. This is fine for now. “Okay.”

“Okay?” There’s a note of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasn’t expecting you to let it go so easily.

“Yes. Just get your ass here by 7 and not a minute later.” You say, firm.

A pause. Then, with the faintest hint of a chuckle, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

Part Five >

A/N: So???? I don't know what that first part was. It just took a life of its own. Anyway, as per ush, please let me know what you thought about the chapter. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you so much for reading this, you lovely, beautiful human xo

See you in the next half! :)

Permanent Taglist:

@wonh0oe @hyukaluve @glossdebut @kiki-zb @kookiewithluv

@agustblog @maryhopemei @perfectiondazesworld @kimsaerom @kam9404

@00-sleepdontweep-00 @tea4sykes @mggv97 @marnz1990

@whydoeyecare @pastelmin @tarahardcore @minjenna @chimmchimmm

@aaclariww @mar-lo-pap @tinytan-gerine @vesperbells @butterymin

@eve1633455 @baechugff @lilkittenjenjen @wobblewobble822 @coffeedepressionsoup

@futuristicenemychaos @jadestonedaeho7 @granataepfelchen @whoa-jo @annyeongbitch7

@chimmisbae @sexytholland @idkjustlovingbts @kpophosblog @tinyelfperson

@yoongicatagenda @codeinebelle @parapiop7 @diame93 @janeelizabeth1216

@withmuchluv-tannie @abadiimm

@angellekookie @dearmyfavoritepeople-bts @hannahisnotblue @this-most-assuredly-counts

@no-jiminprotested

[likea-silhouette]

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

rating: mature

word count: 2.8k

summary: Harry was once the boy you loved and wanted to spend your life with. The funny thing is that addiction is something that is never predicted. What happens when you run into your ex-boyfriend years after your breakup that was due to his vices?

*based on the song Complex by Katie Gregson-MacLeod*

tagged: @imaginexxharry Read Part One | Read Part Three

The moment you step inside you feel a warmth and familiarity, almost making you completely forget about Harry and the uneasiness you had felt just moments ago.

This home. You’d spent so many wonderful days and nights within its confines. Whether watching movies and trashy TV shows with Nadia or playing board games that you only half understood, nevertheless still enjoyed. It felt like another home to you. “There you are!”, Nadia squealed above the music that wasn’t too low or high in volume, but just right. Immediately, a smile overtook your lips as you outstretched your hands to envelope your best friend in a warm embrace.

“God, am I glad you’re here”, Nadia said as she lifted her drink to her lips.

“Why? What’s wrong?” You looked at her quizzically as you tried to convince yourself it had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend. Not everything revolved around him, yet, at this very moment, your mind was so preoccupied with him and only him that it was hard not to associate Harry with every subject that came to mind.

Nadia moved next to you and rested her elbow on top of your shoulder as her knuckles held her chin up.

“I swear I only know like three people here. I’ve just been walking around aimlessly trying to find a buddy to gossip with.”

You chuckled lightly as relief swept over you. “Well, I’m here now so consider yourself buddied up.”

Nadia smiled and rolled her eyes playfully in relief, “Thank-fucking-god.”

Eventually, the both of you wandered over to the kitchen where various alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages were being created by a hired bartender.

“Wow, you really splurged on this.”

Nadia’s lips curled into a smile as she shrugged, “Only the best for my guy.”

Once a gin and tonic was comfortably situated in your and your friend's hand, the both of you maneuvered through the decent volume of friends and family that had arrived in the time it took for you to browse and pick out a cocktail. Thankfully, refuge in the living room was close as you and Nadia took a seat on a sectional sofa that was free for the taking.

The conversation naturally flowed between the both of you as you caught up on new developments in the other's life that had occurred since you last saw each other a week or so ago.

Suddenly, mid-sentence, Nadia’s eyes widened as a smile spread across her face. This wasn’t any ordinary smile - it held something behind it, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Cautiously, you turned around to look in the direction Nadia’s eyes were focused on. You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the familiar face of her husband, instead of the face of the phantom you had once loved.

You were safe. It wasn’t him. “Babe!”, Nadia called out, but with the larger volume of people chattering, combined with the music, her call went unnoticed.

Nadia stood from the sofa with both hands cupped over her mouth as she attempted once again to gain his attention with a shout of his name.

This time it did the trick.

Abruptly, Her husband turned around as his wide eyes searched the crowd. Once he caught sight of his wife, he instantly softened with a small grin on his mouth.

You watched as both he and Nadia exchanged glances of puppy love that were still present even after several years of being romantically intertwined. This very admiration had you mesmerized - maybe a little too mesmerized in fact.

The depth of enchantment that you felt from their love kept you easily distracted, so much so that you hadn’t noticed him initially until his eyes were melting craters in your face that were impossible to not feel the burn of.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze and his met for the first time in so, so long.

His eyes felt both foreign and familiar all at the same time.

Unbeknownst to you, Nadia stood by your side with a grin as she watched from the corner of her eye as your mind pieced together the reality of what was happening whether you wanted it to or not. Honestly, you weren’t sure what you wanted.

Your mouth fell agape and eyes blinked rapidly, testing to see if this was your imagination playing tricks on you or if the man who once held your affection was actually walking towards you in tow of Nadia’s husband. Of course, It was the latter.

“There’s the birthday boy!”, Nadia beamed as she placed her hands on either side of her husband's face.

“You saw me like an hour ago baby.” You would’ve cooed and awed at the couple were it not for the distraction that was now standing directly in front of you with eyes that shamelessly remained in a trance that was solely for you.

Nadia and her husband both shared a mischievous smirk as they reveled in their front-row seats to your and Harry’s reunion. Not that you even thought about tearing your eyes away from Harry to take note of the not so subtle expression the couple were sharing.

“Hey! I’m so glad you could come.” Nadia’s husband greeted as he wrapped you up in a warm hug. Thankfully, this brought you out of the staring contest that Harry had trapped you in.

With closed eyes, you put on a best-effort smile as you returned his friendly gesture.

“Of course! Happy birthday.” You hoped the joy in your voice didn’t sound too forced.

“Oh, and this is for you,” you dragged your last word slightly as you outstretched the envelope in your hand in his direction.

Harry’s eyes followed your arm which was filled with new tattoos he wasn’t familiar with. He wondered what else had changed with you. Were you in a relationship? Did you have some fancy job with an even fancier apartment? Were you happy?

Were you happier without him?

“You know you never have to get me anything”, Nadia's husband spoke, breaking Harry from his thoughts that wondered if there was still a resemblance of the lover he never forgot.

Harry watched as you shrugged and said, “I know,” with a slight smile. This made him feel butterflies flapping in his stomach.

Nadia’s husband said his thanks with a final side hug and Harry found himself continuing to stare at you in your most sincerest of form. Celebrating with friends and exchanging gifts; something so deeply simple, yet watching you being wholly yourself had Harry’s heart beating so fast, he swore one would’ve seen it through his shirt.

“You always did love giving gifts.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at Harry after he spoke. Only then did he realize he said those words out loud instead of in the deepest parts of his inner narration.

Your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly fell open as you took in the absolute music to your ears that was his accent and tone - it felt like pressing play on your favorite song for the second time in a row. You wanted more and more and more and couldn’t see yourself tiring of it for quite some time. The temptation to close your eyes and sway your body in complete contentment as you replayed the way his voice sounded crossed your mind. God damn it, you missed him.

Meanwhile, Harry’s eyes desperately searched his surroundings. He had to find an excuse to either leave this reunion of sorts or change the subject entirely.

Thankfully, his eyes caught sight of the empty glass in his hand.

“I’m uh-”, his hand slightly raised his glass in the air, “-going to get some more to drink.” “Help yourself, Harry. The non-alcoholic drinks should all be in the fridge in the kitchen.”

Harry nodded with avoidant eyes and turned his back to the group with a chest that breathed heavily with each step he took.

You, however, were still dwelling on the drink suggestion Nadia had directed Harry towards. “Does uh-” God, it was embarrassing. Why did you want to even ask? You weren’t supposed to care anymore.

“Never mind,” you said with a soft, yet tensed smile. “I’m a little low on my drink too. I’m going to go catch up with Harry”, Nadia’s husband spoke with his hand lovely running along Nadia’s back.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

You watched as he weaved through the crowd, taking a nearly identical path to the one Harry followed toward the kitchen until he disappeared behind a group of people. Quickly, you and Nadia fall back into casual conversation, avoiding discussing the ever-present elephant in the room. You’d be lying if you said you could focus on a single conversation topic that carried on between the both of you. Your body was still very much here, but your head was deeply submerged underneath the thickest of clouds. Eventually, a party guest, that you weren’t too familiar with besides remembering their face from Nadia’s wedding and past gatherings, joined in on your and Nadia’s conversation circle. You felt a swell of relief at the fact that you wouldn’t need to maintain subpar attention on the topic being discussed. Now, you were free to get lost in your thoughts and allow Nadia and the party guest to take the lead on the discussion. Your lips met the cold of your glass as you guzzled down the remainder of your cocktail.

Thank god - an excuse to get some fresh air.

“I’m going to grab another drink and get some fresh air. It's so nice to see you again!” You cheerfully waved to Nadia and the other guests, who gave you waves and friendly smiles in return. The moment your back was to the pair, the fake smile etched onto your lips slid off of your face as your mouth pursed and a light puff of air released from your cheeks.

The walk from the bar to the outside was a paranoid one. Every unknown noise had you gazing in its direction of origin as you searched for his familiar brunette hair and green eyes behind every crevice and corner.

Thankfully, the outside proved to be a serene place. It smelled of wood smoked to ash and shimmered from the large string lights cascading across the entire backyard. The sun was nearly half set, making the sky a dark purple that perfectly paired with the easy music playing from the speakers in the outdoor space. As your eyes took in your surroundings, you caught sight of where the smell of burnt wood was coming from. Immediately, your feet carried you to the circle-shaped fire pit that was tucked in a back corner and all by its lonesome.

The warmth of a flame blanketed your body as you sat in one of the chairs strategically placed around the burning orange hue.

Once comfortably snug, you allowed yourself another deep, deep breath. This time with eyes fully closed you reveled in the peace and stillness that only the nighttime could bring.

However, your peace was short-lived as the sound of glass breaking caused your eyes to shoot open and everyone to quiet their conversations.

Quickly, your eyes searched for the source until you fell upon an image that felt eerily familiar.

A couple - a man who was inebriated times ten and a woman desperately trying to calm the man’s erratic movements and loud tone of voice. He held a once full glass, yet now was sloshed with clear liquid on himself and the ground.

The distress on the woman's face was evident as she tried to calm the man by soothingly rubbing his upper bicep and, I’m assuming, whispering words that were at the age level of how one would talk to a toddler who was throwing a tantrum.

I knew that routine all too well. The sound of the glass breaking was still ringing in your ears like a sharp knife clawing into a chalkboard, until, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself back in time. The bar was lit by only a few warm lightbulbs. The Saturday night bar crowd was in full swing as you found yourself nearly shoulder to shoulder with anyone you came across. However, Harry’s voice booming over the noise level of every other bar attendee had you briskly walking away from the bar and over to your boyfriend - well, boyfriend at the time. “What the fuck is going on?” You yelled over the music as Harry poked his finger into the chest of a man you’d never seen before. “Babe who is this? What are you doing?” Harry’s larger-than-normal pupils looked at you. You swore you could’ve seen steam coming out from the top of his head by how red his cheeks were and the flare of his nostrils. “This guy was checking you out!” he half slurred, half yelled. Your eyes moved to the guy who looked scared shitless with both of his hands pressing in front of his chest. “I swear man, I wasn’t looking at her. Swear to god” “Fuckin’ liar!”, Harry spat at the guy. “Harry who gives a fuck. The guy said he wasn’t looking,” I tried desperately to pull him by his bicep in the direction opposite of the innocent man. “I give a fuck! He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you right in this bar for Christ sake”

“Nah man, I haven’t even seen her bef-” “If you were smart you’d shut the hell up before I make you.”

You gasped at Harry’s harsh words that were hard to hear, both due to the volume of the music, the chattering of conversation, and the amount of vodka he’d had in the last hour that made his lips move too fast for his words to get out cleanly.

“Babe please,” I whined desperately, using all of your strength to pull Harry by the arm again. However, it was no use. Harry slipped out of your grip with his glass shattering to the ground as it slipped out of his hands. You watched in horror as Harry suddenly got much closer to the man, their faces a foot or so apart, as his shoulders stood up straight in a much more defensive manner. What had started as a night of fun and drunkenness, quickly turned into Harry once again taking it too far - both with his alcohol consumption and his anger, though the two almost always went hand in hand. Tears started prickling out of your eyes as you watched Harry bump his chest against the other guy who was now squaring up to Harry and making himself look just as intimidating. He promised. He promised this would never happen again and yet it’s happened so many fucking times -more than you can even count.

Not even a brisk escape from the scene Harry had created at the bar and a cigarette between your lips could ease the pain. With your head resting against the outside brick wall of the bar, you felt your tears gently and freely roll down your cheeks as you puffed smoke from between your teeth.

That night, you remember asking yourself if you could do this forever. If you always had to be the one to pick up the pieces that Harry tore up in a drunken haze. If you always had to be the one who was strong even when you felt like the thinnest, soggiest, piece of paper that was left to disintegrate in the rain all by your lonesome.

You weren’t sure how long you’d fallen back into this memory that clearly stuck to your brain for a reason. However, you knew what brought you out of it and back to reality. His laugh was infectious and uniquely deep and hearty. There always was a slight rasp to it as well. You remembered it so damn well. Except this time, it wasn’t just a memory. It was very deeply real and current. Instinctually, your eyes searched for him in the backyard until his tall frame came into your view. Harry was standing in a group of people with that warm and amused grin on his face that always looked so good on him. You were only allowed a moment to admire his candid expression until his eyes met yours - as if you were magnetized to one another. Harry’s tongue peeked out of his mouth to briefly run along his bottom lip as his eyes focused back on the group. He spoke some words you couldn’t make out before extending his hand in a polite manner to each of the people surrounding him in the circle - as if he were excusing himself.

Then, with his left hand in his pocket, and his eyes looking directly at you, he began walking in your direction.

To be continued.

[sortagaysortahigh]

Operation Exemies to Lovers | Cregan Stark

A/N: Now yall know i have not written and finished a fic in a hot minute so sorry if this reads a bit wonky. Yk I'm an enemies to lovers and exes to lovers girl, so why not combine them both into a modern!cregan stark fic? Also, this is dialogue heavy as that's kind of my thing, if it's not yours, welpt keep scrolling boo I aint mad!. I also fixed the inc*st family tree so you'll see that in this as well (i'll prob keep it for future modern AUs). Anyways lmk what you think and enjoy! Also, I suck at summaries so I pull quotes from my fics, sorry not sorry pookies

Summary: “So y’know those sappy novels Hel’s always reading, anyways I asked her about them and she had one where the two main characters were like totally at ends with each other but their friends were like ‘nah they should be smashing’ so we think, based on our research and our scholarly source-Helaena, we should force them to be around each other until they finally talk it out! Or well, y’know-f*ck it out”

Warnings: cussing, spelling and grammar errors (sue me!), kissing, mentions of smut/allusions to smut but no smut, arguing, Alyssane Blackwood slander (sorry girl), somewhat mean!reader, this is an AU where Aegon's not a bad guy!!!! just a clown <3, mentions of an ill parent, Baela be hitting Aegon (he earned it!), Aemond is still missing an eye sorry to the Aemond girls

Word Count: 6.4k (period I stuck to keeping it short and sweet)

Modern!Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader

“He’s staring at you again” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, doing your best to focus on highlighting the passages about the few Westerosi Civil Wars that had happened centuries ago. It was already difficult enough to focus in the crowded library, midterms were killing everyone. 

It wasn’t a shock for the once quiet and almost empty library to be packed, especially with student athletes who were desperately catching up on their studies in attempts to pass all of their midterms, write endless essays, and practically beg their professors for extra credit via email. 

You should’ve been able to focus on the task at hand, studying with your best friends Baela and Rhaena for your upcoming history midterm, the exam itself would focus heavily on the several majors wars that shaped westerosi society as a whole, and would even include the transition from government leadership as a monarchy into a democracy. 

Hell you’d even have to describe what was once known as the ‘Iron Throne’ and its historical significance. Truthfully the large metal hunk of junk was now sitting in the King’s Landing Red Keep Memorial Museum.

Usually the library was the easiest place for the three of you to study, it wasn’t as loud as your fourth floor flat in one of the student apartment buildings off campus, it was usually pretty clean and well kept, plus every resource you could possibly need was somewhere within the large building. 

However today, your usually comfortable red leather-lined chair felt stiff and was making you hot, not to mention the lack of air flow and increased temperature due to the amount of body heat on each floor, then the lights were either too bright or too dim, and all you wanted to do was slam the books shut, grab your laptop and leave.

“Let him stare.” you muttered as you tried to keep your gaze on the text in front of you, however it was getting increasingly difficult as a very specific pair of eyes were practically burning a hole into your side. 

Gods, he was so obnoxious.

“I don’t think it’s healthy for you to hold onto the grudge against him, of course he totally earned it! I’m not downplaying your emotions but anytime he’s around you stiffen up like a virgin afraid of dick” your jaw dropped at Baela’s words, now staring at her, brows furrowed in shock.

“Baela! You can’t say things like that” Rhaena almost immediately swatted at her sister’s arm, shaking her head before tucking one of her loose locks behind her ear. “You really take after father sometimes.” 

Baela simply shrugged, glancing back at the two tables that were usually empty, now they were filled with six of the school’s hockey players, all spread apart with a plethora of books, laptops, pens, and notepads covering the tables. That’s also not counting all of their bags laying on the floor besides their chairs. 

“I get that you two broke up on not so good terms, but you should be showing him that you don’t care about him! Not that he makes you so angry you’re about to explode like a bomb in Mario Party”.

With that Baela turned her gaze back to her laptop, however at the sound of several texts chiming in at once to both Baela and Rhaena’s phones, you knew that their cousins had texted them once again. It made sense that they’d all shared a group chat, especially considering how close in age they were, and how large the Targaryen/Hightower/Velaryon family was. 

Of course the first time Baela had broken down their family tree you were incredibly confused. Her mother Laena Velaryon was married to Daemon Targaryen, who happened to be the uncle to her cousins Jace, Luke, and Joffrey’s mother Rhaenyra. 

Now, Rhaenyra was married to Dr. Strong (or just Harwin as he’d asked you to call him once at a family gathering you’d been invited to, to which you quickly declined as he was your Literature professor), but based on the Targaryen’s political status within Westeros, their sons took their mother’s last name, not their father. 

Then comes Aegon and Aemond, now truthfully you’d met Aegon your second week of classes a few years ago when he’d caught you off guard, asked for your number, then got mad when you’d ghosted him after finding out he had a girlfriend! (Shame on him, truly). But you actually ended up being pretty good friends with the goof. 

Anyways, Aegon and Aemond were the children of Rhaenyra’s best friend, and now sister-in-law Alicent Hightower who married Rhaenyra’s only brother Baelon Targaryen. 

It’s also important to remember that throughout this entire family tree, which was in fact drawn out on construction paper for you, Alicent and Baelon also had two other children, Daeron and Halaena, both of them attending Sunspear University together. Then of course Rhaenyra and Dr.Strong (Harwin), have two much smaller sons, Aegon and Viserys, which was even more confusing considering you’d already met an Aegon.

Rhaena and Baela shared a look, and it was a look that worried you, so of course instead of being rational and brushing it off, you clenched your jaw as you slowly turned around, making eye contact with none other than your ex-boyfriend who’d been leaning his head against his hand and staring at you with what could only be described as a mournful lovesick expression.

You rolled your eyes, quickly turning back around before anyone else would look at you and do something that would probably piss you off. 

It also didn’t help that the cousins texting Baela and Rhaena were also seated at the table with your ex boyfriend. 

“Jace said that Cregan wants to talk to you but you blocked him, I don’t think you want to know what Aegon said, but it involved an eggplant emoji and a bed” you rolled your eyes, letting out a deep sigh while sitting up straight and shaking your head.

“He’s apologized a million times and has yet to tell me why he decided to go out of his way to not only break things off with me and tell me he still loved me in the same damn sentence, then go out the same night and end up on Aegon-Aegon of all people’s instagram story sucking face with that Blackwood bitch while she was on his lap.” 

You let out a cynical laugh of sorts, rolling your eyes once again. 

“Tell Cregan Stark that I’d rather fuck Aegon after one of his alley-way vomit sprees than ever talk to him again” however, before you could focus back on your studies, an amused laugh came from behind you before the chair next to you was pulled out, only for you to meet the gaze of Aegon Targaryen himself, a lopsided smile on his face with his brows wiggling in a playful suggestive manner.

“Well if I knew the easiest way to get you into my bed was to go drinking until I’m sick then I would’ve invited you out sooner baby” with that he leaned closer while making kissing noises, only to be met with your hand shoving his face away.

“Aeg, for the last time, she doesn’t want you like that” he feigned hurt at Rhaena, sliding back into the chair with his hand over his heart. 

“You wound me dear cousin! You wound me!” then he sat up straight, now looking back at you “so I was sent over here as a trusted messenger. My boy back there, you know him quite well, if y’know what I mean-” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down again, then you shoved him “-anyways, Cregan has been like all sulky and heartbroken and he really misses you. And he doesn’t want anything to do with Alysanne! She came onto him!, so can you give him another shot?”

With that you simply shook your head, quickly packing your things up while scoffing. 

“Tell your “boy back there”-” you spoke with air quotations “-that if he really gave a fuck about me, he shouldn’t have dumped me after two years for no god damn reason, then fucked that Blackwood bitch-who by the way is a fucking whore!” 

Your outburst was met with the looks of many, Rhaena quickly clearing her throat watching as you packed your things away. “What she means to say is, she doesn’t want to talk to him. I think it’s too fresh still”

Aegon scoffed “it’s been four months people! Four months! The summer ended, it’s a new semester, I think she can talk to him now” he glanced around the table, eyes widening as he watched Baela grasp quite the hefty textbook while glaring at him.

“Baela don’t hit me! I’m just saying! Listen-” but before he could finish you’d already gotten up and mumbled that you’d see them at home while you walked away.

Aegon paused, watching as you walked away, blatantly checking you out for a few moments, then you’d disappeared. He then turned around and motioned for someone to come to the table, this is what led both Jace and Luke to walk across the room and now sit where you were sitting and in the last empty seat of the table.

“Listen, we’re all tired of being caught in the middle of this awkward divorce alright. So we came up with a plan!” Baela shook her head while Rhaena sighed slightly.

“No offense Aeg, but your plans are always horrible, need I remind you of Aemond’s missing eyeball?” Luke winced slightly, remembering the day he’d accidentally hit Aemond in the eye with a firewood poker when swinging it behind him.

Truthfully, Luke had no idea Aemond had entered the room when he and Aegon were ‘dueling’ one another, however he’d felt his poker hit something, and he heard Aemond’s loud scream of pain. 

They’d all been kids when that happened, and to make it worse it occurred on their grandfather’s birthday when everyone had traveled to King’s Landing for a large birthday dinner/family holiday.

“She’s got a point there Aegon, but-guys-we all came up with the idea together!” Luke placed his hands on the shoulder of his cousin and his brother, smiling widely while Baela and Rhaena both shook their heads in disappointment.

“Okay, you win, but if the idea is bad, Baela’s going to smack Aegon with that textbook, so pray it’s not bad” they all nodded, Aegon scooting back slightly.

“So y’know those sappy novels Hel’s always reading, anyways I asked her about them and she had one where the two main characters were like totally at ends with each other but their friends were like ‘nah they should be smashing’ so we think, based on our research and our scholarly source-Helaena, we should force them to be around each other until they finally talk it out! Or well, y’know-fuck it out”

He paused to take a quick breath “But we can’t let them in on the plan, otherwise Cregan’s gonna be all like ‘oh my god no she hates me, the love of my life hates me I can’t torture her, blah blah blah, I’m so nice and honorable, blah blah’ and she’s gonna be like ‘fuck that, I’ll kill him for fucking that Blackwood bitch and dumping me for no god damn reason’. Also I don’t think he ever fucked Alysanne-but I did-niether here nor there though!” 

Jace and Luke looked at Baela and Rhaena as if they were waiting to be yelled at by their mother, meanwhile Aegon smiled and nodded after his long winded explanation.

Rhaena spoke first “y’know honestly, your impression of her is pretty spot on.” Baela nodded her head in agreement before adding in “but if this doesn’t work, and she finds out, she’ll want to kill all of you and Cregan. I’m sure you all have realized being on her shit list isn’t exactly the best”

Jace nodded, glancing back at Cregan who was finally focusing on his statistics work with a stoic expression on his face. “Listen, if it doesn’t work and she kicks our asses that’s fine, but we at least have to try! I mean come on Rhae you told me that she cries over him still! And he’s no better. There might not be tears but he’s so long winded and mopey”

He then sighed, patting Luke on the back “I think this is our best shot. I mean c’mon they’re some of your guys' closest friends, and Winterfell over there’s my best friend that I’m not related to-oddly enough they’re pretty rare these days. They used to be so happy together! Now look at them both”

Baela sighed, nodding her head as she finally set the books in her hands down “she’s definitely not really herself anymore. Maybe if it doesn’t work, then at least they’ll both get closure from their relationship”.

Aegon smiled, nodding rapidly again “see! You guys get it!. Also don’t tell Aemond either, y’know he’s too ‘I’ve got a stick up my ass’ sometimes. We can call it operation-uh what’s the book trope that Helaena called it again-one second everyone!” he paused, grabbing his phone from his pocket before quickly calling his sister.

“Hey Hel, yeah yeah I’m good, what did you call that book again! The one where they were like forced to be around eachother then fuck it out and get married and shit?” 

Several hundred miles away, Helaena was grasping her nose bridge as she let out a deep sigh, her brother truly was a character.

“Oh-okay! Got it-thanks so much Hel, love you too! Give Daeron my love and remind him to wrap it up with those Dornish baddies!” with that he hung up the phone before meeting Baela’s disgusted glare.

“You’re so gross, Aeg. And stop saying the word baddies-you sound so cringey!” he simply shrugged at her.

“Anyways, now that we’re done being rude and judgemental to our baddie eldest cousin who’s super smart, funny, and beautiful, we’ll call it operation enemies to lovers!” 

Rhaena raised a brow “wouldn’t it actually be exes to lovers? Since they’re exes? I guess they might also be enemies based on the way she wants to wring his neck-and not how she used to-” with that her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Jace sighed “don’t worry Rhae, we already know about the shit he let her do to him. Young love, what can I say” 

Aegon nodded his head, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively once again, then he slightly elbowed Luke, who met his gaze with a laugh before they both spoke in unison “kinky innit”.

“Anyways-are we doing this or not? I’ve got a history midterm to study for and you three are interrupting it, and it’s bad enough that Aegon already made the smartest person we know leave” It was clear that Baela was losing her patience.

“Oh come on Bales! Y’know if you’re still interested I can set you up with ol Benji over there, heard he’s a freak in the she-” there it was, the book smacking him in the face “-ow Baela! Jesus! You’re just like your dad! Mean and ever so beautiful to look at” he winked.

“Gross man, she’s our cousin!” he shrugged “didn’t stop our ancestors, okay fine-fine! I didn’t mean it okay! Shit. you all are so violent. The blood of the dragon I guess”.

-

Three days have passed and the TarVelTower group chat had been in constant communication about ‘operation exemies to lovers’ with the additional confused replies from those that were not present in the library that day.

They were planning a game night, it was something they’d all done in the past, inviting their other friends to come along as well for drinks and a night of utter tomfoolery. Baela and Rhaena had done everything but swear on the Old Gods themselves that Cregan wouldn’t be there, meanwhile Jace, Luke, and Aegon had to practically beg Cregan to come to Jace’s for the game night.

It was also a plus that most of them lived in the same building. Dragonstone University wasn’t that large, not compared to other schools such as Sunspear, Driftmark, or even Harrenhall-although it was rumored that Harrenhal U was in fact haunted, that’s probably what brought so many to the school in the first place.

Baela and Rhaena had to drag you out of your bed after your post-class nap and usher you into the shower, stating that you ‘stunk of outside’, which was rather rude considering your only classes today were virtual. 

They’d mentioned the game night several times, and each time you asked if Cregan would be there, they’d said no, which you found a bit odd considering Jace was literally his best friend and probably closest confidant. Maybe his father had come down from Winterfell again, but you were thankful that he wouldn’t be present to ruin your mood.

All you had to do was take the elevator up two floors, so all you did was shower and throw on a pair of sweats and one of Aegon’s many discarded team sweatshirts. It had his number on it and even after washing it what felt like a million times, it still smelled like his overly strong cologne that he claimed ‘the ladies love’.

He’d also told you that maybe you were an ogre for not loving it, which of course even further solidified your friendship with the moron (lovingly).

You took time to braid your hair, knowing that you’d probably wake up hungover without a want or a need to brush it, so this was just easier. Then you’d foregone makeup, knowing you truly didn’t care how people saw you, especially not your friends. 

Of course the one thing you’d always contemplated wearing sat on your desk, the thin gold chain adorned with a small charm in the shape of a howling wolf. It was as if it sat mocking you because almost everyday you’d stare at it while getting ready.

You’d worn it everyday for a year after Cregan gifted it to you. He randomly showed up at your door one day, slightly out of breath, a wide smile on his face with his disheveled hair pulled back. One hand rubbed against his short beard, while the other held a small black gift bag. He looked as if he’d run here, then was contemplating the decision to run in the first place.

Then he’d kissed you gently, a smile you rarely wore now, adorned your face then.

When you invited him in, he was quick to follow, shutting and locking your door behind him while you made your way to the small kitchen, grabbing him something to drink as he caught his breath.

Then as you spun around to hand him the drink, he held the bag out for you, practically forcing you to open it (it wasn’t forceful at all, rather when you declined opening it immediately, he didn’t hesitate to place the strings of the bag between his teeth before picking you up, then plopping you down onto the couch, soft giggles leaving your lips when he climbed right on top of you.).

You remembered him watching as you opened it, he held himself up overtop you, while you easily pulled the small jewelry box out of the packaging, then when you opened it he looked almost nervous, as if you wouldn’t like it.

But you’d kissed him, pulling him down into your lips, thanking him between rushed kisses. 

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of it before grasping the necklace and shoving it into one of your desk drawers. Out of sight, out of mind, you’d tell yourself-until you’d go looking for a pen and see it again.

Rhaena’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts completely, she stood in your doorframe, her posture a little too straight, which would’ve normally thrown you off, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when you were trying to shake off the feeling of heartbreak.

“You ready? I’ve got the snacks already packed to bring up, you’ve just got to grab our blankets. Baela’s already there helping set up. Aeg said he’d give her twenty bucks if she’d actually arrive earlier than him for once” you laughed at that, shaking your head slightly.

It was no secret that Aegon and Baela were incredibly competitive, and as cousins, they had what could only be described as a sibling rivalry, always trying to one up one another when they could, and making stupid bets over random things.

You actually liked that they were all so close, when you’d befriended Rhaena, you never thought that she and her sister would come with a large family that would welcome you in with open arms.

“Yeah, just, let me-um-get my shoes, yeah my shoes. Sorry” you were mumbling and stuttering as you walked to the shoe rack beside your door, slipping your feet into your fuzzy slippers before following Rhaena to the living room, grasping the small pile of throw blankets before the both of you left your apartment. She was quick to lock the door, then you both headed upstairs.

You were still technically early when you arrived, and as you entered the apartment Aegon was handing Baela a $20 bill, while she smirked. Luke was laying on one of the couches on his phone, Jace was putting drinks in the fridge with the help of Benji who honestly looked happy to be there. Meanwhile Aemond sat reading whatever random philosophical book he’d chosen for the week, and to your surprise, Helaena was pulling what smelled like cookies out of the oven.

“Hel! You’re here!” she smiled when she saw you, placing the tray down before meeting your embrace. “Yea, I actually was visiting my parents and Aegon picked me up earlier.” you smiled at that, you enjoyed her company, even if it was a rare occurrence. 

By the time everyone was settled in, around forty-five minutes had passed, and everything was nice. For the first time in a while you weren’t on edge, which was definitely noticeable, and you’d actually managed to relax into the large bean bag below you. Even if it did remind you of a certain someone.

Then, it was as if you’d summoned the asshole himself.

Jace was quick to shoot up and walk to the door, glancing at his phone nervously. Then he opened the door, nervously laughing for a few moments.

Then you spotted him. Not before Aegon, who was already tipsy, had managed to shoot up from his spot on the ground “Cregan! Glad you could make it man!”.

Baela and Rhaena watched as you let out a deep sigh, it was clear you didn’t want to ruin the night, so you simply turned to face away from the door, burying yourself further into the bean bag, covering yourself in the throw blanket as much as you could.

It’s important to mention that the bean bag happened to be big enough for two people, and for a long time, it’s where you would sit with Cregan, well technically, given his size, you’d be cuddled up together, and now, as his gaze found you ignoring him on that bean bag, the gloomy cloud that followed him around had resurfaced.’

After a few tense moments of silence, everyone commenced what they were doing.

Aegon, still standing, held up a deck of cards.

“For today’s game night we’re gonna need to partner up! Rhaena, you’re with me tonight! I need your smarticle particles!” you blinked slowly, Rhaena was usually your partner. Then you sat in silence as you watched everyone partner up.

Baela was shoved into Benji-literally shoved by Aegon. 

Aemond chose Luke as he stated their team needed “balance”, which actually made a lot of sense considering Aemond was always somewhat brooding, and Luke was a ray of sunshine.

Jace glanced between Helaena and Cregan, but when Baela shot him a pointed look-missed completely by you-he chose Helaena.

Which of course left you with the one person you wanted nothing to do with.

Rhaena tried breaking the ice, watching as Cregan awkwardly sat in the armchair beside the beanbag. “It looks like our old winning team is back together!” you were the first to scoff.

“Hey! They used to cheat!” you couldn’t stop yourself from responding to Aegon “actually he waited until we broke up for that”. As you spoke, everyone’s eyes widened, meanwhile you remained in your spot, staring at your phone, mindlessly scrolling through instagram.

However, as good of a guy that Cregan Stark is, you were the only person that was ever able to bring a different side out of him. You two rarely fought, but when you did, it was almost catastrophic and usually ended in very rough sex, or a heartwarming apology after ignoring one another for a few days. 

But you’d never broken up, you both took time to cool off in whatever way you needed.

Things are different now.

“For the last time, she came onto me! I’ve told you this thousands of times!” As he raised his voice, the frustration in his tone was evident, and his accent sounded thicker than usual-a key indicator that he was upset. So instead of backing down, you scoffed, now looking at him, fury evident on your features. 

“Yeah because a man your fucking size was so easily overpowered by her right! She just waltzed right up to you and beat you into submission or something?! Oh fuck you Cregan!” 

The two of you held eye contact, anger and frustration evident.

Aegon slowly sat down, leaning towards Jace and whispering “I think it’s working”, meanwhile Jace shook his head, having been witness to the few fights that you’d actually had with Cregan in the past.

“What would you have wanted me to do, I was shitfaced! Was I supposed to shove her to the ground and tell her to go fuck herself?!” you nodded your head at that, now sitting up, even closer to him than before. He stared down at you as you stared up at him.

“Yeah actually, that’s the best fucking idea I’d say you’ve ever had!” he scoffed.

“We weren’t even together and you hold that against me! Still!” That's what sent you over the edge.

“You fucking dumped me for no god damn reason, told me you loved me, and then went and fucked that Blackwood Bitch! The same fucking day! As if I meant nothing to you, we were together for two years Cregan! Two fucking years!” 

He heard the crack in your voice, everyone did. As you stared at him, he could see the way your eyes glossed over, he knew you too well. He knew the tears were coming.

“I tried to talk to you-you didn’t wanna hear anything!” you shrugged, gathering your things as fast as you possibly could, now looking anywhere but him.

“You don’t fucking deserve to talk to me you asshole”. Then you stood up and did what you always do in these situations, you ran away and left.

He was left there in shock, staring at the door, jaw clenched while he watched you leave. 

“Well that’s one way to start a game night” 

“Aegon shut up!” cue the smack “Ow! Baela! Stop hitting me! Go hit Benji, he likes that shit!-ow! Seriously?! Jace and Luke, get your cousin!”

Then in unison “she’s your cousin too!”

And finally, Benji piped up “is she talking about my cousin?” 

Instead of watching you waltz away, Cregan stood up, grabbing his things and mumbling his own apologies. Then he left, he knew exactly where you lived, so instead of taking the elevator, he rushed down the stairs, trying to cool off. 

When he stood in front of your door, it felt like a routine, something his body was so used to. As if this was muscle memory for him.

Then he knocked, once. No response. 

Twice. Nothing. 

Three times-maybe third times a charm. Nothing.

He stood there, his forehead leaned against the door. Cregan Stark was not a man of regrets, hell he prided himself on actually being a good guy, he was raised to be respectful, to be kind, to be strong, Stark men were not assholes. They weren’t childish, they weren’t selfish, they were supposed to be honorable in every way.

But here he is, leaning against his ex-girlfriend’s door, still in love with her, full of regret for ever breaking things off. He hadn’t even explained himself. He wanted to-he’d tried that day, but you stormed out, tears that he’d caused flowing down your cheeks. 

Then he felt the door shift, and you stood there, wrapped in the same blanket, eyes red as you stared up at him.

Gods, all he wanted to do was tell you he loved you, that he needed you, that you made him feel whole.

“I don’t have any fight left in me Cregan. It’s been months, why can’t you just leave me alone.” 

“Because I love you.” you sighed, shaking your head “no you don’t. If you loved me you wouldn’t have left me.” 

Sure you might’ve been being dramatic, but truthfully, you’d been heartbroken for months, following your breakup you’d lost ten pounds in two weeks. You’d never felt worse, and now, you were starting to feel alright, but it was no secret that there had been many nights full of tears, hugging a sweatshirt that you’d never washed, hoping to preserve the smell of his cologne.

“Can you just fucking listen to me for five minutes, please, I’ve been trying to talk to you for so long, just please-let me talk to you” you shrugged.

“Why?” he blinked a few times, taking a deep breath, running a hand through his hair-hair that you used to always touch, forcing him to sit between your thighs while you braid his hair, laughing when he’d complain, or when he’d do poses for you after you’d finished.

“I love you, I’ve never stopped loving you, I go to sleep at night and my dreams are filled with you, your smile, your laugh, even your fucking frowns. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. My heart fucking yearns for you. I can still feel the way you used to hold me, the way your breath felt against my neck, Gods, I think about you 24/7! I think about everything that I did, the way that I screwed up-I screwed us up. I love you! I’ll scream it from the fucking rooftops if that’s what you want!” 

You didn’t bother wiping away your tears, instead you stepped aside, leaving room for him to come in.

“You want to talk then talk.”

Then he walked inside, and shut the door the same way he used to. 

It truly was muscle memory, the way he walked to the couch and sat down in the same spot he was always in, then he waited for you.

He watched as you slowly sat next to him, still wrapped in a blanket like a sad burrito-Gods he spent too much time around Aegon. He didn’t hesitate to wipe the tears from under one of your eyes with his thumb, repeating the action on the other cheek.

“I didn’t want to break up with you. I never wanted to break up with you. My father’s-well he’s sick at home, I was going to leave, go back to Winterfell to take care of him, to take care of everyone. I just-I didn’t want you to be alone here, and I didn’t want to be your long distance boyfriend that you only ever see on fucking facetime. I just-I couldn’t do it.” 

You were silent, watching as he broke slightly, his voice cracking at the mention of his father, then at the mention of you being alone. 

It was no secret that Cregan and his father were close, you’d met Rickon Stark twice, and each time he’d embraced you with open arms and a warm heart. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he shrugged.

“Because, I’m supposed to be strong, I’m supposed to know my duty to my family, I’m supposed to be there for them, and it was hard-hard to say that I had to leave you for an unknown amount of time. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to go a day without seeing you, you make me crazy in the best way, even now, whenever I see you on campus my heart practically flies out of my chest. Seeing you at my games, you’re like a ghost haunting me.” 

You slowly nodded, listening to him, watching the way he’d blink away his tears, the way his brows would furrow and jaw would clench slightly. 

“My dad’s the one who told me to stay. Told me not to throw my future away, that he’d be alright, y’know he’s a fighter-always has been. Told me to get my girl back-” he let out a small chuckle, the laugh laced in sadness “-but I think she doesn’t want me back. I went back up after we split up, just for a week, and he told me I was an idiot to leave it all behind. A full ride to Uni if I kept playing hockey? The girl of my dreams? Called me a bloke before he told me that he’s okay, he’s not letting go anytime soon” 

Cregan hadn’t been looking at you, he was focused on his hands, fists clenching slightly as he tried to swallow his own emotions. He hadn’t noticed the way that you’d been inching closer, not until your arms were wrapped around him, head leaning against his shoulder.

“You could’ve just told me from the beginning. I would’ve been your facetime girlfriend y’know? Would’ve figured out a way up there”

The familiarity of it all was what made him break, a small sob leaving his lips while you held him. It didn’t take long for you to shove him further into the couch and climb into his lap, the same way you used to when all you wanted to do was be as close to him as possible.

You held him, sat atop one of his thighs, arms wrapped around his shoulders while he cried into your shoulder. His arms gripping your waist, holding you against him. 

This is what should’ve happened all those months ago.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch” he laughed at that, and you felt his small smile. Meanwhile you ran a hand through his hair, fingers dancing through the dark locks before slowly running against his scalp. Your other hand traced small circles against his shoulder blade, you missed this.

You missed him.

“You weren’t a bitch-I probably deserved that.” you scoffed, moving back slightly, now holding eye contact with him as you brushed his tears away. “I was a bitch, I was the biggest bitch ever.”

He smiled, shaking his head “She really did come onto me. I did push her off-” you shushed him “I know. I believe you, I just-I dunno. I was hurt, then I saw that and it just stayed with me. I figured you dumped me for someone else, someone better-” he cut you off with a kiss.

It was so gentle, so soft, so sweet. Then he pulled away “there’s no one better than you for me. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I just-I didn’t want to look weak and I didn’t want to leave you and-” you shushed him again, this time holding a hand against his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up Cregan Stark.” Your tone was light hearted as you shook your head “You’re not weak for having emotions, and you aren’t weak for wanting to care for those that you love. Don’t be stupid, we’ve both been stupid enough.” he nodded his head, then you slid her hand down, now caressing his face, your thumb lightly pulling on his bottom lip.

“I missed you” you smiled, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“Based on the way you stare, I could tell” he rolled his eyes “gotta commit your beauty to memory somehow” you slightly shoved his shoulder “you cornball!” 

“I missed you too loverboy”

Then you kissed him again, a slow, passionate kiss full of emotions, smiles, and even a few giggles. He then slid his hands under your sweatshirt, and you quickly pulled apart, letting him take it off, leaving you in just your bralette, then his lips were on yours again.

Before anything else could happen the front door swung open, startling you both, leading to Cregan’s grip against you tightening, meanwhile Aegon and Jace both hit the floor, while Luke stood there awkwardly, Rhaena shook her head, and Baela looked as if she was being held back by Benji. Meanwhile Helaena and Aemond were nowhere to be seen.

At least until they moved closer to the doorway, both of them shaking their heads and muttering “fucking Aegon” in unison.

“I told you guys it would work! Look at them! Kissing and close!” Aegon still spoke, even from the floor while Jace was on top of him. Then Jace slowly rolled off, letting out an ‘oof’. 

“Were you all eavesdropping?” Aegon blinked a few times at your question, glancing back at everyone else. Then you noticed the flush on Luke’s face and Rhaena’s awkward expression. Plus Jace was nodding his head. 

“Why did the Gods make him our brother?” Aemond shook his head “I truly do not know.” 

“So are you two back together now?” 

You sighed, standing up and grasping Cregan’s hand, pulling him towards your bedroom.

Cregan glanced back, still laughing at the scene “yes. Now please, fuck off mate”

With that you pulled him into your room and locked the door.

“They’re all the worst” he nodded his head at you, he’d expected you to pull him into your bed, however you walked towards your desk, rummaging through the different drawers until you found something. 

You glanced at him “can you help me with this”, while holding up the necklace.

“I’d be honored” you rolled your eyes, a bright smile on your face while he walked over, taking the necklace then as gently as possible, clasping it around your neck. Then he left a line of open mouthed kisses from below your right ear, to the edge of your shoulder. 

“I love you” his voice was soft, a whisper, almost as if it was a secret shared between the both of you.

You smiled, spinning around, one hand now on his face, the other on the back of his neck, fingers tracing circles through his hair. “I love you too”

-

Taglist:

Girl it dont exist LMAO

[softspiderling]

your ex don’t do it for ya | m.d

summary:

He inclined his head towards Sam, who was standing in the backyard with a drink in her hand, talking to a cute guy, laughing. Her hand was on his arm, and he was standing a smidge too closer to her. Yeah, okay, you had to admit Miguel might be right about this one.

“So, you see that and you don’t even care?” you asked, turning back to Miguel with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah. I don’t care. See what I mean?”

OR; you give friendly advice one time and suddenly you’re the go to relationship expert

pairing: miguel diaz x reader

warnings: miguel and sam are dating at the beginning of this, there’s no cheating, mig and reader only become a thing way after sam and miguel break up. No smut, but alluding to it,

word count: 5,9k

author’s note: i can’t believe this is my first miguel fic. it feels like i’ve written so much for him already but this basically wrote itself 😭 it is also based on my dream, so rlly enjoy whatever my head cooked up! 🫶🏼 @katcoquette hoping this motivates you to finish cobra kai😔

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yes, you and Tory are too young to get married.”

“What.”

You cracked a grin at your paper, looking up to see your best friend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking distressed. Which was nothing new when it came to Robby, to be fair. He had a knack for getting involved in situations that had nothing to do with him.

“I’m just messing with you,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair and stretching out your arms. You had been working on your paper for the last two hours, you could use a break, and whatever was on Robby’s mind, seemed like the best bet. “What’s up?”

Robby sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Yikes. You definitely weren’t going to like this.

“Miguel’s going through something and he asked me for advice… I wasn’t sure what to say, though,” he started and you gave him a look.

“… Advice concerning what?”

He pulled a face.

“Sam.”

You groaned, leaning your head back. Sam was… Okay. You didn’t really care for her. The way she treated Robby, kissing Miguel while she was still with Robby, causing the fight that lead Robby to make the worst decision of his life. Yes, he was on good terms with Sam now and yes, his life worked out despite its bumps, but still. You got along with Sam for everyone’s sake, but she definitely wasn’t one of your favorite people.

“They’re definitely too young to get married,” you said and Robby rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?” you sighed. Miguel and Sam were probably the cheesiest couple you know, what sort of troubles could they be having?

“Miguel feels like they hit a roadblock in their relationship. Now with Sam graduating from UCLA soon... They were talking about moving in together.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Yeah, Miguel doesn’t want to do that.”

“What.” You stared at Robby and he threw his hands up.

“Exactly! He said he knew it was the next logical step in their relationship, but he just doesn’t want to.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“That’s what I said!” Robby exclaimed, clearly working himself up and you gently pushed his hands back down.

“Okay, Robby chill,” you told him. “I know you’re a problem solver, but honestly, this doesn’t sound like there’s much you can do to help.”

Robby only frowned at you and you straightened out the frown on his forehead with your fingers. “I mean it. Sometimes, all you can do is listen, alright? And it sounds like you did. So take a breather, give them some space to figure it out.”

He stared at you for a good while and you could tell that he was about to frown again, but he sighed in surrender, nodding. “Okay. Thanks for talking it through with me.”

“course. That’s what I’m here for.”

Robby gave you a small smile, knocking on your desk. “Don’t forget we’re having the party for the gatorade thing next Saturday.”

Gatorade thing, he said. His and Tory’s sponsorship that would be announced to the public next Friday, and the small party for their friends they were throwing at your place.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Considering I live here.”

He gave you an exasperated look and you grinned at him, shooing him out of your room to return to your paper. When Robby left, shutting your bedroom door behind him, you thought this would be the last you’d hear Miguel and Sam’s relationship problems. Come to think of it, Sam and Miguel would probably have worked it out with no problems and go see some condos to rent, but to your surprise, you were proven wrong.

When Saturday came around, and people started showing up at your place, buffet decked out with every single Gatorade flavor there was, you saw Miguel and Sam arrive together, but quickly part ways as soon as they said their hellos.

You were no relationship expert, but that didn’t look like a couple that was excited to move in together. But who were you to judge? You pushed their business to the back of your head and continued to play co-host. A while later, you had finally given up your hosting duties back to Robby and Tory, you were walking around, drink in your hand, when you found Miguel leaning on the wall in the living room, sipping on his drink. He was staring into the distance, like he was on a different planet.

“Hey, you good?”

Your words seemed to snap him out of it, as he looked down to you, a small smile on his face.

“Hey, yeah, sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”

You nodded slowly, taking a sip from your drink.

“Uh huh.”

Miguel paused, his forehead creasing before he let out a soft sigh.

“Robby told you, didn’t he?”

You feigned ignorance, widening your eyes for good measure.

“What? No…”

Miguel gave you a look and you only shrugged with your shoulders. “Hey, you know he’s someone who likes to talk about things that stress him out, and he couldn’t really talk to Tory about it so it was me. And I’m not too thrilled about being dragged into this either, okay?”

Miguel sighed, nodding. “Yeah, yeah I know. I just don’t want this to spread like a wildfire. I don’t want to hurt Sam. I just don’t see us living together right now…” he trailed off, staring at the ground.

“Have you ever thought about just talking to her?”

“I have, but she’s just gonna take it the wrong way and it’ll start a fight,” Miguel huffed. “It’s not a problem in a relationship, it’s a problem with me. I don’t want to hurt her, I really care about her.”

“Okay, so you care about her, that’s good, right?” you said, but he didn’t look convinced. “Or… It isn’t?”

“It feels different.”

Miguel frowned, trying to find the right words and you let him, swishing your almost empty drink in your cup. You wished you had filled it up before talking to Miguel, this seemed like a good conversation to have while drunk.

“I care about her, but it’s not the way I felt about her before.”

“Like, that you care more about her, or…?”

“No, it’s like… I used to get so jealous when she was talking to other guys and laughing about their jokes,” he explained. “But now, it’s like, eh, whatever. That’s not right, is it?”

You bit back a smile. “Mig, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It just means that you trust her. Not everyone has to be a raging jealous boyfriend.”

“Not even if she’s flirting with someone else in front of everyone we know?”

“What?”

He inclined his head towards Sam, who was standing in the backyard with a drink in her hand, talking to a cute guy, laughing. Her hand was on his arm, and he was standing a smidge too closer to her. Yeah, okay, you had to admit Miguel might be right about this one.

“So you see that and you don’t even care?” you asked, turning back to Miguel with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah. I don’t care. See what I mean?”

Wow.

You let out an exhale, nodding slowly before pursing your lips.

“When’s the last time you guys fucked?”

Miguel snorted and you rolled your eyes. “Sorry, made love,” you said, quoting with your fingers and he huffed.

“That’s not-” he broke off, shaking his head. “We haven’t had sex in a while, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Meaning what? A week? Two?”

“Try four.”

“Four weeks is fine, Miguel,” you said, but he snorted.

“Four months.”

“FOUR MONTHS!?”

Your voice was louder than intended and everyone around you gave you a look, while Miguel snickered into his cup. You shooed the starers back into their own conversations before turning back to Miguel, slapping his arm.

“Why haven’t you guys had sex in four months? You’ve seen each other plenty,” you argued.

“I don’t know. I just don’t feel like it anymore,” he said, defensive. “It’s not like she’s initiating either. When we first started dating, we were all over each other, one little touch and I was ready to go but now?”

He looked away, taking another sip from his cup. It really seemed like it was bothering him and you softened a little. While you didn’t care for Sam, Miguel became a pretty big part of your life after he and Robby patched things up, even more so when Johnny married Carmen. If Sam was what made him happy, who were you to stand in the way of that?

“Maybe it’s a stress thing?” you suggested, putting your cup down. “When you’ve got a lot of things on your mind, sex is the last thing you’re thinking about. Let me try something?”

Miguel gave his go ahead with a brief nod, and you placed your hand on his chest. You felt a little awkward, with Sam being right around the corner and you being such good friends with Miguel, but he needed your help, so you placed your other hand on his bicep, like you were flirting with him. The touch was innocent enough, you just wanted to gauge his reaction. When you looked up at him, Miguel’s eyes were wide and you only cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, my libido’s not the problem,” he said in a tight voice, licking his lips before he gently pushed your hands off him. You were only slightly off put, taking a step back, feeling weirdly rejected.

“Well, then I don’t really know what to tell you,” you said, picking your cup back up to hide behind it. “I really think you should just talk to Sam.”

Miguel sighed, leaning his head against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

“It seems like it might be the only thing left for me to do.”

“PARTY PEOPLE!”

You jumped a little when Hawk came through the door, a speaker balancing on his shoulder, blasting 90’s music, Moon and Demetri hot on his heels. The vibe of the party immediately shifted, with everyone lifting their cups to cheer, pushing Tory and Robby to the front.

“Well, if that’s not the sign to break up this little pity party,” Miguel mused, gesturing towards the crowd. You rolled your eyes at him in exasperation before the two of you pushed away from the wall to join the crowd, with Demetri passing out a weird mix of gatorade and vodka.

The party lasted until the early morning hours. With everyone being so busy, it wasn’t often that everyone could come around, so you used every opportunity to catch up with your friends you could get. When the last people left, neither you, Tory nor Robby were up for cleaning up, so you pushed it for the next morning.

Which you deeply regretted.

It was past noon when you arose from your slumber with only a slight headache pounding in your head. You padded out of your room, and the house was still quiet, so Tory and Robby must still be asleep. As you made your way to the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks, seeing the remnants of the party, groaning.

“I need coffee,” you muttered to yourself, continuing your way to the kitchen.

After some coffee, you felt more awake to tackle the mess in the house, equipped with two trash bags. You were clearing away the empty cups on the kitchen counter when Tory found you, eyes still bleary.

“Hey.”

“Morning,” she said, yawning into her hand. “Have you been up for long?”

“Eh, like fifteen minutes or so. I made coffee.”

You jerked your heard towards the coffee machine and Tory only nodded, walking over to the coffee machine to fix herself a cup without another comment. You were used to it. Neither you nor Tory were morning people; a stark contrast to Robby, who woke up with sunshine in his ass. As Tory finished her first cup of coffee, you were wiping down the counter, because you distinctly remembered Demetri spilling gatorade all over it while he was mixing “vodkarade”, as he called it.

“Hey, thanks again for agreeing to host the party,” Tory said, putting her empty mug in the sink, coming over to help you with the empty bottles, collecting them in a box. “Brandon’s in a mood and I wasn’t going to force him to socialize with our friends.”

“It’s fine,” you snorted with a laugh. “It was fun.”

The two of you cleaned in silence, before Tory spoke up again, her tone hesitant.

“I saw that you talked to Miguel last night,” she started, and you tensed a little, trying to play it off. “Is he okay?”

Did Robby tell her something? Or did Sam?

“Yeah, he seemed fine to me. Why?” you asked back, trying to to deflect. Tory only shrugged, tightening the cap around the empty tequila bottle.

“I don’t know. I feel like he and Sam feel off, somehow. We used to hangout a lot but in the past few weeks one of them always canceled. And last night, I barely saw them together.”

Yeah, it was definitely time for Miguel to talk to Sam.

“Have you talked to Sam about it?” you asked Tory casually and she scoffed, giving you a look.

“No, that would just open a whole can of worms,” she said, vehemently shaking her head. “I don’t want to get involved in their drama. I’m just worried.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure out, whatever it might be,” you told her with an encouraging smile, really hoping that you weren’t lying to her. Tory nodded slowly, not entirely convinced as she filled the box with the rest of the empty bottles. The sound of Robby’s feet padding into the kitchen made you both look to the doorway as he paused, his hair still messy from having just woken up.

“Aw, you guys should’ve woken me up to clean!”

With the three of you, it didn’t take long until the house was spotless again. Eventually, Robby and Tory left, because he was taking her and Brandon out for dinner, and you had the house to yourself. After a nice long shower, you settled on the couch, clicking through Netflix to find something brain-rotting to watch, when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called over your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s me!” Miguel called out over the sound of the door closing again, before he appeared in the living room. “Robby and Tory out?”

“Yeah,” you replied, frowning at the tv. When did they take Law & Order: SVU off Netflix?

“You know you really shouldn’t be leaving the door unlocked for anyone to enter when you’re home by yourself,” he pointed out, dropping on the couch next to you.

“Why not?” you asked, eyes still trained on the tv. “I know some karate.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t,” you admitted, finally turning to look at Miguel, an eyebrow raised. He looked unsettled, his cheeks a little red. “What’s up?”

“We had a fight.”

“Of course you did,” you sighed, the picture perfect view you previously had of Miguel and Sam’s relationship fading more and more. “What was it about?”

“I don’t even know,” Miguel groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “We were just talking about how nice last night was and then she brought up how she saw us talking, and I said that she seemed pretty cozy with that guy and then everything just spiraled from there.”

“So you did care that she was flirting with that guy!” you said, triumphantly, like it was some sort of breakthrough, but he only shook his head, dropping it back on the cushions.

“No! I was just mad because it felt like she was accusing me of something!”

“Well, it sounds like you both accused each other of something.”

Miguel only grumbled something incoherent and you rolled your eyes at him. If this was what it was like to be in a relationship, you were glad that you weren’t in one. You smacked his arm to get his attention.

“Don’t you think that was the perfect time to bring up your thoughts? I mean, you were already fighting, what’s one more thing?”

He peeked an eye open to glare at you.

“I chickened out.”

“No shitting.”

You sighed, turning your body towards him while tucking your legs under your body. “Look, I don’t want to alarm you, but Tory asked me if I knew what was up with you.”

Miguel’s eyes widened comically, and if he didn’t look so panicked, you’d laugh. “She did? What did you say?”

“There isn’t much to say, is there?” you asked back, exasperated. “She’s worried, Mig. Whatever this thing with Sam is, it’s not going to resolve itself, if you won’t talk about it. Actually, I feel like it’s getting worse.”

“I know, I know,” Miguel huffed. “I will, okay? I promise.”

“Hey, you don’t have to promise me anything. You’re the one who’s suffering if you won’t talk to her,” you pointed out and Miguel pursed his lips, nodding.

“You’re right,” he relented, puffing out his cheeks as he exhaled loudly. He reached for the tv remote, zapping through the things Netflix was offering, and you leaned back on the couch, resigned. Despite what you had said to him, you worried that this could affect you more, if it went on any longer. Robby was already in the middle of it, dragging you right with him and now that Tory noticed, it was only a matter of time until more people would say something.

But not your monkey, not your circus, right?

Wrong.

Over the next few days, you spent more time with Miguel than not. You knew he was trying to avoid Sam and you kept reminding him to stop putting it off, but to no avail. Until it was a couple of days since you had seen him, which then turned into a week. It was weird, because you had gotten so used to him, but maybe he and Sam patched things up and he was too busy to let you know. You tried to be happy about it, but a part of you felt a little sick.

“I still can’t believe they’re sending you a driver.”

Robby only glanced back at you with a grin as he packed the last of his bag. He and Tory were headed out to a karate championship in San Francisco and their agency sent them a personal car to take them to the airport.

“You know I could’ve taken you.”

Or Miguel, if he had bothered to show up.

“Nah, we wouldn’t have made you drive through all that traffic, especially by yourself.”

Robby zipped up his bag, shouldering it as he walked out of the house, while you followed him.

“Well, I was offering, so…”

“Offering what?” Tory asked, critically watching the driver stuff their bags into the trunk before looking at you.

“To drive us to the airport,” Robby replied with a small grin, putting his bag on top of the rest of their luggage. The driver made an almost imperceptible face, gently taking the bag to sort it himself. Tory snickered at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Thanks but we got our own driver .”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, shaking your head for good measure. “Wasn’t Miguel supposed to come today? He would’ve agreed with me.”

“Yeah, he was supposed to. But I figured with everything going on right now, I’d give him a pass,” Robby said, brushing his hair back. Of course he did. Your best friend was a saint.

“Oh come on,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just because he’s scared to bring up a problem in their relationship with Sam, doesn’t mean he’s allowed a pass.”

Tory gave you a weird look before she exchanged glances with Robby, who looked equally puzzled. Why did it feel like you were missing something?

“What.”

“You know they broke up, right?”

Your mouth dropped.

“What?”

“I thought he told you,” Robby said with furrowed brows.

You let out an indignant huff, shaking your head. “No. I haven’t heard from him for a couple of days, I figured they made up or something.”

“Quite the opposite,” Tory said, wincing. “But they seem to be doing fine.”

Huh.

You couldn’t help but feel annoyed, but there was no time to grill them any further, the driver giving them a sign that it was time to leave.

“Alright, you guys have a good flight,” you said, quickly hugging the both of them. “Text me when you’ve landed. And good luck.”

The two quickly got into the car, before the black, sleek Mercedes pulled out of the drive way. You stayed stood, until they disappeared down the street, like you were frozen in time, your thoughts swirling. With a frown, small sigh, you headed back inside. A few days go by, a couple of messages from Robby and Tory, telling you about their competition and possible new sponsors, but none from Miguel. You tried to give him space, that was what people needed after a break up, right?

Sitting on the couch, some mindless tv show running in the background, when your phone pinged. Quickly, you picked up, thinking it might be Miguel, but there were no new messages.

“Ugh!” you groaned, tossing your phone into the corner of the couch. This is the fifth time you were imagining your phone going off. Crossing your arms, you stewed in silence, your head spinning.

“No, because fuck that,” you finally muttered to yourself, grabbing your phone, keys and rushing outside the door, taking your car to Miguel’s place.

The drive didn’t take long, most of it done on autopilot while you were going through what you would throw at his head and before you knew it, you were pulled up in front of his place. You made quick work of parking and then, you were already pounding on his door with your fist.

“Hey asshole!”

The door opened, and Miguel stood in front of you, his eyes wide.

“Jesus, what is going on?”

You glared at him, poking his chest with your index finger. “So I’m good enough to come to when you’re having problems but I have to hear it from Robby that you and Sam broke up?”

Your voice was loud, undoubtedly offering free entertainment to Miguel’s neighbors but you didn’t care. Miguel cursed under his breath, grabbing you by the wrist to drag you inside, shutting the door behind you. You frowned at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well?”

He shook his head at you. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you okay… I was…” he broke off with a huff, running his hand through his hair. You only stared at him expectantly and Miguel avoided your eyes, starting to pace back and forth.

“When Sam and I broke up, we talked and it just made me realize some things, okay?” Miguel explained, sighing. “I just needed some time to think.”

“Realized what?” you asked, but he only wrung his hands, unable to look you in the eyes as he kept pacing back and forth. You let out a loud sigh, throwing your hands up.

“Miguel, what?”

Miguel looked at you, taking a deep breath before he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You froze, not having expected it, and as soon as he noticed your lack of reaction, he pulled away, stepping back, his eyes wide.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him down to you so you could kiss him back. The kiss started out slow at first, before it started to deepen, with Miguel backing you up against the wall, your head meeting the back of his hand instead of the wall. The kiss turned messy, hot, tongues interlocking, and you were gasping into his mouth. This is not what you had expected to happen when you came here to yell at Miguel because of Sam.

Sam.

Miguel’s ex.

Whom he just broke up with.

“Wait wait wait wait,” you said, pulling away as you caught your breath, ignoring how Miguel was chasing after your lips. “What are we even doing right now?”

He quirked a grin at you. “If you’re still questioning that, I’m definitely doing something wrong,” he murmured, leaning in to pepper small kisses along your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall, sighing softly, letting yourself be selfish for a second, before you gently pushed Miguel away, who looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him, and he was looking at you at you with those big brown eyes, and you only groaned, turning away.

“Miguel, you and Sam just broke up, I’m not gonna be a rebound hook up, not with you.”

His eyes softened a little, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Sam and I didn’t just break up,” he started. “When we finally sat down to talk, we both realized that our relationship had ended a while ago. Somehow, somewhere, we both lost our feelings for each other. I still care about her,” he clarified. “But not the way I used to. Not the way I care about you.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your mouth opening to interject, but Miguel pressed a finger on your lips.

“Just let me finish?”

With a sigh, you nodded, and he continued.

“I thought something was genuinely wrong with me when I stopped being attracted to Sam, but when you did that thing at the party… I realized I just wasn’t attracted to her anymore. So I guess I did feel a little guilty when Sam accused me of letting you feel me up while I was still with her, even though she was just trying to have a talk.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, while he smiled down at you.

“I guess I always thought you were pretty, but I never realized how pretty you were until that night. And it didn’t help that you kept trying to give me advice to patch things up with Sam, even though I knew that it was getting on your nerves.”

Scoffing, you gave him a look and Miguel only laughed, shaking his head.

“Trust me, this is not a rebound hook up. I wouldn’t risk our friendship nor my relationship with Robby for that.”

You still weren’t entirely convinced as you thought it over in your head. “And you’re sure about that?”

“Yes, a 100%,” he confirmed, his hand cupping around the side of your neck, his touch gentle as his thumb gently caressed along your jaw. “Okay?”

You breathed out deeply, like you were collecting all the bravery you could muster, before you nodded, your lips tugged into a small smile. “Okay.”

Miguel leaned in to kiss you again and you eagerly returned it, wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss deepening. It didn’t take long for Miguel to pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, where he quickly made you forget everything but the two of you.

“I’m really glad you came here to yell at me.”

You were still catching your breath, chest heaving and that was the last thing you had expected him to say, out of all things. You glanced over to Miguel with a grin, his curls sticking a little to his sweaty forehead. The sun was shining through the window, reflecting the small specks of gold in his eyes as he looked at you. He looked kind of beautiful in this light, despite the sinful things he had just done to you.

“That a kink of yours, Diaz?” you teased, reaching out to gently brush his hair off his forehead and he only rolled his eyes at you fondly.

“I’m just saying. You coming here gave me the push I needed. I don’t know how long I would’ve just tried to avoid you,” he admitted, scooting up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “I’m not a confrontational person.”

“Excuse me?” you laughed, glancing over your shoulder in disbelief. “I recall you confronting Robby multiple times before you guys finally made up.”

“That’s different, I had no chance of losing a fight to Robby.”

“Okay El Serpiente,” you snickered and Miguel only squeezed your waist in retaliation, even though you could feel his mouth curve up against your shoulder blade.

“Speaking of Robby,” Miguel started, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How do you plan on telling him?”

“Wait, why do I have to tell him?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“You’re his best friend.”

“You’re his brother.”

“You’ve known him longer. And you live with him,” Miguel pointed out and you sighed, absentmindedly tracing circles into the back of his hand.

“Fine, I guess you make a good point,” you admitted with a pursed lips. “Honestly, I think he might be fine with it, it’s just gonna be an uncomfortable situation, like having the sex talk with your parents.”

“I don’t know whether I should feel insulted or honored.”

You laughed, but before you could reply, you could hear the distinct sound of the front door open.

“Mig, was that your front door?” you whispered, alarmed and he only looked at you confused.

“Miguel? You home?”

Both of you blanched when you recognized Robby’s voice, starting to panic.

“What the fuck is he doing back already?” you hissed and Miguel only shrugged, his eyes darting around his bedroom, trying to find a good hiding spot.

“Miguel?”

“In the bedroom, sorry I’ll be right out!” Miguel yelled back but you could hear Robby’s footsteps come closer, so you did the first thing you could think of: Hiding under the cover and lay as flat as possible.

“Hey, were you just talking to someone?”

Robby’s voice sounded close. Too close. You could only hope he wouldn’t see you behind Miguel.

“Hey man.,” Miguel greeted him, too cheerful to be inconspicuous and you bit back a groan. “Um, no, just here by myself.”

“Okay… Sorry to barge in here like this, I just wanted to see if you were okay.” Damn Robby and his big heart. “- so I thought I’d come check up on you. By the way, you haven’t seen her around, have you? I saw her car on the street.”

Damn it.

“What? No, haven’t seen her for a few days,” Miguel said, shifting under the blankets. “Maybe she’s just visiting someone in the neighborhood.”

“Hey if she’s around, how about the three of us go grab a bite?” Robby suggested. “Let me give her a call.”

“Wait, Robby-”

Your phone started to ring, echoing in the bedroom, in the back pocket of your jeans.

No no no no no no no.

Suddenly, your phone stopped ringing and the silence that followed was deafening. For a few seconds, no one said anything. Until-

“That better not be my best friend under your covers.”

With a defeated sigh, you slowly emerged from under the blanket, peeking at Robby from behind Miguel, a sheepish smile on your face, which your best friend only met with a blank stare.

“Hey Robby, what if you go wait in the living room for us and we’ll be right out…?” Miguel’s suggestion was carefully worded, like he was trying not to set him off and Robby only blinked at you, before sighing, turning to leave.

Miguel glanced back to you, his forehead creased in worry. “That could’ve gone better.”

With a frustrated groan, you let your head fall back onto the pillow and stared up at the ceiling, cursing whatever God that set this in motion.

“You should go.”

“You should go.”

You and Miguel both said at the same time, before looking at each other, frowning. After questioning your life choices that led you to this moment, you and Miguel both got dressed to meet Robby in the living room. He was sitting on the arm chair, with a look on his face that you couldn’t quite read.

“Someone should definitely go,” Robby said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Miguel sighed, a pained look on his face.

“This is my mom and sensei all over again,” he muttered to himself before leaning towards Robby, clearing his throat. “Look Robby, obviously we didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“How long has this been going on exactly?”

You and Miguel exchanged a look before you turned back to Robby. “Well, today…”

Robby squinted his eyes at you, then, he looked at Miguel. “When you told me you kind of had feelings for someone, that would be.”

“Me.”

“Her.”

“Did you know about this?” Robby asked you, accusatory and you only frowned at him.

“What? No! I came here today to yell at him because he didn’t even tell me that he and Sam broke up, I didn’t intend to-”

“Okay okay I don’t need to hear all that,” Robby quickly interjected, waving his hands at you until you stopped talking. His eyes kept darting between you and Miguel, like he couldn’t quite decide who to yell at first. Then, he sighed. “I guess I somehow should’ve seen this coming… You guys happy like this?”

You turned to Miguel, who was already looking at you with a smile on his face. “Yeah.”

“Ugh, you guys make me sick.”

A pillow was thrown in Robby’s direction, which he quickly dodged with a laugh. Meanwhile, Miguel scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Robby watched you for a second, before he shook his head.

“At least dad’s gonna be thrilled,” he snorted and you only rolled your eyes, leaning back into Miguel, who furrowed his brows.

“Why thrilled?”

“He always wanted us to date,” Robby explained, speaking over your loud ew. “At least one of his sons is following his wishes.”

“Let’s just wait before we tell people,” Miguel said, rubbing your arm. “Enjoy the peace and quiet before the crazy begins.”

You nodded in agreement and Robby only shrugged with his shoulders. “Fine with me if it means you guys keep the PDA to an all time low while we’re in public.”

“Didn’t you literally make out with Tory in front of like thousands of people on live tv?” you argued and Robby shook his head.

“That’s different. The world champion title was on the line.”

With a huff, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I hate karate.”

“Hey!”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

author's note: your honor I love them

[ruesol]

A drop of blood (in milk) - chapter 1

(GOJO x READER)

PLOT:

You’ve always prevented your blind childhood best friend from fighting your battles for you.

That is until you find out he’s a dragon who refused to participate in a war until he had you safe and sound in his lair.

or: the dragon shifter x witch au

chapter based tags & cw: fem/afab reader, hinted demisexual reader, ableism (not from reader’s end),

fanfic masterlist

–

Mediocrity tends to glimmer in the eyes of an egoist.

It’s just a shame that it took you almost a year to see that in your ex-fiancé.

“Ring, please,” Mahito extends his scarless palm to you. “It’s a family heirloom so I’m afraid you cannot keep it.”

It’s not like you were sweet on the ornament anyway, with its ugly unrefined emerald fixed in the centre and thick oxidized silver band that nearly went up to your joint. It felt more of a bulky knuckle guard than a symbol of engagement. One would’ve thought that someone who’s family breeds horses for the cavalry would be able to propose with a ring that exhibits abiding beauty. 

Petulance bubbles, but you grind your molars before twisting out the ring from your finger. Mahito grabs it before you can place it in his pristine palm.

“I don’t—It’s been a year since we got engaged, and you’re telling me that your family just now decided that we shouldn’t get married?” Self control be damned, the man was about to walk out your store without listening to your entire question and you had to hold on to his tricep and dig your heels into the mildewed boards of the floor to stop him.

Mahito scoffs and yanks his arm out of your hold before resting it on his hip. “You wanna know why? A year ago, you were training to join the royal court’s team of mages, and now you’re some kind of witchy apothecary! People talk! It’s not normal for someone like…you to live among the common folk. You’re—,” he drags a hand down his face before glaring down at your furrowed brows. He had already worn the revolting ring on his pinkie.

“I’m what? Complete your sentence,” you demanded. “What about me helping people is so bad?”

“Everyone is afraid of you, okay? With all your magic and potion-making. We’re all afraid you’ll do something to us if someone crosses you,” he snapped.

It bubbles in you. Curdling under your skin, turning you red with rage. But you couldn’t reinforce his fears. You couldn’t prove him right. It felt as if all the time you spent getting to know him in the past two years was futile. All you wanted was a partner who knew you wholeheartedly as a woman—not a mage’s apprentice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from shedding a tear and turn around to get to grinding your herbs in your stone mortar. “Well, if you have nothing more to say then you can leave. I’m very busy,”

“I bet you are,” Mahito scoffs before leaving.

You woefully look at the copper spiral staircase in the corner of the shop that leads up to your study, where books and scrolls of almost all the curses you’ve studied while being a mage’s apprentice are stored.

A hidden side of you has the urge to turn the man into a frog and throw him into a nest of snakes.

Witchy apothecary. 

People were alive and well because of you and it was all that mattered. Your magic, herbs, and runes accelerated the healing process of many wounds.

“I’m a good person,” you affirmed with a whisper. “I will not let my power or anyone tell me otherwise.”

You look around your shop, and a year of hard work and dedication presents itself to you. Your trusted cauldron boils a potion that a woman who broke her arm needs, and your shelves contain recipes for salves that can accelerate healing for different kinds of burns.

No horse breeder’s son was going to decide that you that you were strange. He didn’t get to choose who you were.

You brush your hands one last time as if you were ridding yourself of the past–a man you were too good to marry–and pull out your list of ingredients for the potion boiling. You grab your basket and head to the town market.

Though your town isn’t very big, it’s quite happening with its community. The town market is busy as different sounds, smells, and sights acquaint themselves with you. You follow the familiar path from the stall of flowers to the herbs and weeds shop. Nina, an old woman who doesn’t give discounts to anyone but handsome court mages, sits outside her shop with a fan in her hand and her herbs displayed under a canopy table. The pine wood of the table is old and worn, like the woman herself, but her attitude is still spunky–it all changed when you told her you had left your royal mage training to be an apothecary.

“Ah, there you are. Here to strip me of all my herb stock again?” Nina rasps as she fans herself harder. The sheen of her forehead sweat glimmers under the afternoon sun, but it does nothing to hide her frown when she notices your empty ring finger. “Oh no! Oh my, Dragons, You’re not getting married? What will you do now?”

You sigh as you ignore Nina, instead choosing to assess the branches of dry mugworts in her woven basket. Nina wails harder, drawing attention to the two of you. You can only grind your teeth stop yourself from respectfully drawing a boundary with the hag because she had the best supply of weeds and herbs. “I’ll have a bushel,” you say as you throw a small canvas pouch of coins in her lap. “It was fifty pence for one, right?”

Nina throws the fan down on the ground and stands up. “I had only lowered the price because I knew you were getting married and probably wanted to save up for the wedding. But now that it’s not happening anymore, I will charge you full price–eighty pence!”

“You’re being so unreasonable, gosh,” you said as you immediately pulled away from the herbs and fished through your bag to look for the residual payment. Maybe you could stop producing hair growth potions for a while. With your apartment's rent payment day coming up, you had to cut corners somewhere.

But alas, when your hand fished around in your satchel, you felt nothing but the leather jacket of your recipe book and the stem of a rose you had picked up on your way to Nina’s shop. You smiled sheepishly before longingly staring at the bushel of mugworts. “I don’t have enough to buy a bushel. Can’t I pay full price next time?” You tried to muster up your most affable smile, ignoring the tension growing in your pulled-back shoulders.

And without missing a beat, Nina scoffs. “Absolutely not.”

“Nina, come on, it’s me. You use my medicine for your knees. I even give you discounts.”

“Forcing your magic on people and trying to show them how much better you are will not do you any good.” She disregards the kindness you always force yourself to show her. It’s a frustrating relationship. If you weren’t so busy cooking up medicine and assessing wounds, you’d be out in the forest yourself.

“That makes no sense. I’m not trying–”

A large hand slams down a velvet pouch of coins on the canopied table, making all the woven baskets wobble because of the force. “Thirty pence, directly from the royal castle. That should cover it, Nina,” a familiarly cheery voice says.

You hold back your groan before turning to your best friend. “Satoru, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Right, because you both are just so friendly with each other that she was about to agree to your suggestion,” he quips as he feels around for the basket of mugwort. You sigh as you pick it up. “I’ve got it. Let’s go.”

“It’s heavy. I’ll carry it,” Gojo walks closer to you, reaching out to place his large hands on yours. They’re warm to the touch, sticky sweat filming between both your skins. His hair looks out of place and damp with sweat like he had just run through the town's cobblestoned streets. His messiness irks you, so you place your basket on the ground and move his hair out of his face. So what if he was wearing a blindfold? It was still a sensory nightmare to have one’s hair near their eyes (even if they didn’t work.)

“Where’s your cane?” you ask as you run your fingers to part his hair. You’re glad he can’t see you blush because you have to inch close to his face just to help him at his towering height.

“The kids in the town square stole it from me,” he answered with a sigh. Despite the boiling summer heat, you were covered in gooseflesh at the feeling of his breath hitting your face.

“Again? This is the fifth time it’s happened this month. I can only guide you around town for so long,” you groaned as you pulled away from him. As if already knowing you would bend down to pick up the basket of herbs, Gojo grabs your hand to stop you.

“I’ll carry it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job, Satoru.”

“But I’m much stronger than you.”

“Still, it’s not your job to be my butler.”

“Look at you two fighting like a couple. Such a perfect fit,” Nina interrupts. “Both the dregs of society–an egoistical witch and a cursed blind man. At least Gojo’s job at the castle will convince you to go back.”

If it weren’t for the stock you had just bought–well, you and Gojo–you would’ve lunged at the old woman, uncaring that her back would snap at the slightest force (though it would give you great satisfaction to see her get what she deserves.)

Gojo’s shoulders wobble with quiet laughter until you hit his chest. It feels firmer than before as if he had been exercising, but you don’t bring it up. The only egoistical person here was him, and you did not want to be the victim of his goading. He had already given you several nicknames for your attitude.

“What say? Shall we get married, my love?” he teases with his infamously annoying smirk. His teeth were pearlescent and straight. Fate knew it would be unfair to the world's men if this man could see it took them away from him through a curse. However, his shortcomings never stopped him from doing what he wanted, mostly involving making you want to pull your hair out–it’s been that way since you were both children.

You grab his arms and slowly pull his palms towards you. You notice his breath hitch, and his smile falters a little. Maybe even a little shiver in his spine, but you let go before he can say anything.

With a huff, you drop the basket of mugworts in his hands. “Oof,” he groans as he stabilizes his balance.

“Don’t be ridiculous, my love,” you jeer as you grab his tricep. “Where do you need to go?”

Gojo gulps before answering you. “The bookstore, I need to buy supplies for the clerks.”

It was unlike you not to converse much with Gojo while running errands. Usually you’d be chatting his ear off about yet another condescending thing you’d been told while you were out and about in the town, simply minding your business. But that’s the thing about losing a vital sense organ: when you can’t visually perceive the world, your other senses get stronger. Gojo was well acquainted with even the slightest shifts in your tone. It scared you how much in tune he was with your body language despite not knowing what you looked like. 

Much to your dismay, he finally drops the farce of being unaware of your sour mood as he runs out of all the stupid things he’d heard at the castle during his shift. “What’s got you meaner than usual?” he asks, zeroing in on you. It puts you under an intense spotlight that burns your scalp.

You stop in your tracks, and so does Gojo. The heaviness of his arm weighs you down, and it grounds you to reality. You thought you were set for life–a moderately wealthy husband who chose to get to know you before romantically pursuing you and having a career you enjoyed. It's too bad your momentary happiness made you forget that romantic love is conditional. Even couples who’ve been together for decades have material needs from one another. It’s always been that way. For Mahito, it was your status as a royal mage; for you, it was the security of having someone to rely on.

Though you were always aware you could count on Gojo, your friendship was too precious to be sacrificed for a romantic relationship. You knew the love you shared with him was too deep to be categorized because of its unconditionality. It was the cynosure of all relationships in the universe of your mind. 

“Mahito and I broke up.”

You fill Gojo in about what happened earlier with Mahito, and how you were now officially a single woman. His responses had been short for most of the conversation, only occasional hums and nods. It helped to know that he couldn’t see your woeful expression.

“He never deserved you anyway. I knew it when I first saw him,” Gojo nonchalantly answered when you told him about being called a witchy apothecary. “And he’s not wrong–you are a witch and an apothecary. You’re doing good while he’s breeding animals so our knights can kill them in yet another battle.”

“Everybody’s job means something,” you answer as the bookstore comes into view. Gojo doesn’t reply to you. Arguing with him is futile because he would never relinquish his judgment towards your ex-fiance. 

The afternoon sun was as unforgiving as ever as glared right in your face, making you squint, barely letting you see the entrance to the store. “We’re here,” you answer through a grimace as you try to shield your eyes.

You internally thank your lucky stars when he moves to face you, and his body shields you from some of the harsh rays. “I’ll pay you back in a few days. I’m supposed to deliver a batch of numbing salve to the castle infirmary soon, so I’ll be paid extra well,” you say as you pull the basket away from Gojo, but he does not budge.

“What now, Satoru?” you ask with a sigh. Your cauldron couldn’t wait too long. It had taken you an hour to boil the potion because of its consistency, and you did not want to spend most of the day cooking and cleaning in the shop.

“Or maybe you could save those thirty pence and come to the Town Square Festival with me tonight,” his smile is bright as he leans down; he isn’t eye to eye with you, but it’s enough to leave you flustered at the proximity.

“You know I abhor that,” you groan. The Town Square Festival was a breeding ground for judgment and running into people who knew way too much about your personal life. Living in such a tight-knit community meant being the subject of recurring gossip. You try to pull the basket with more force, but your best friend does not budge. “When did you get so strong? Gosh.”

“I started working out. Wanted to look good for your wedding so you’d know what you were gonna miss out on,” he cheekily replied.

“You’re so annoying. I don’t know how I haven’t gone insane after knowing you for so long.”

“Hey, we’re going off-topic. You, me, Town Square Festival, and cotton candy. You’re buying, of course. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Ugh, fine! Will you be able to get to the castle without your cane?” Gojo chuckled at your immediate shift to concern as he relaxed his grip on the basket.

“One of the part-timers at the bookstore is supposed to help me carry the supplies. I’ll be fine.”

You reply with a hum and bid Gojo farewell as you walk back to your shop. 

At least the dress you’d bought for your honeymoon with Mahito would be useful. You knew it was good enough when you had shown it to him, and it had earned you a slobbery, wet kiss that had you cringing. 

You swore off all physical contact with him after he kept shoving his tongue down your throat.

–

Falling in love is a fool’s game for dragons. Especially when their mates are not immortal beings like them.

For a powerful and almost mythical beast, Gojo Satoru does not know much as he has only been on this Earth for as long as his mortal mate–a blink of time compared to the eons his father lived before ascending to the Divine Realm and becoming the Ruler of Dragons.

Tonight was finally the night where he would confess to you and tell you everything about his true form–a mystical beast, heir to the throne of ruler of dragons, and your lover decided by the looms of fate. 

When he had heard about Mahito breaking up with you, the beast within him vibrated at the thought of finally claiming you. Though Gojo could simply kill him and claim his place in your life, he wanted to earn that position with dignity. So what if faith wanted you to be with him one way or another? There was no honor in forcing himself as your lover.

And also because he wouldn’t have to burn the grey-haired bastard of a horse breeder to crisp. Gojo was still learning how to kill without leaving a trace. With his guardian hiding away after faking his death, it was getting harder to subtly practice the skills he needed to perfect to be a good dragon.

Gojo raises his hand to fix his tousled hair but decides against it because he knows you’ll feel irked to perfect it when you see its current state. He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door he’d seen way too many times.

“If you’re Gojo, then come in; if you’re not, don’t because my door has a rune that’ll burn you alive at forced entry!”

It eased Gojo’s mind to know you hadn’t completely forgotten what your old mage teacher at the castle had taught you. Things hadn’t been the same after you had found out about his death. It itched Gojo to tell you the whole truth about what had really happened, but he knew he couldn’t just yet–not when you knew nothing of his identity.

And it could wait a little longer because his mouth had gone dry at the sight in front of him –your back was turned to the door, and you were holding up the front of your dress with your hands while the laces in the back were all untied, leaving your skin completely exposed. His blindfold-hidden eyes trailed from the nape of your neck to the base of your spine, where the dress covered just above your underskirt.

The outfit was meant for a more romantic setting, a picnic by the lake, or a night of dancing at the local tavern. The skirt's floral pattern was minimal, and the primrose pink shade of the fabric wasn’t too exciting to look at, but your beauty refined the apparel.

Gojo chewed his lip to stop himself from stroking your bare skin and choked out a greeting as normally as possible.

“Hey…do you, um–can you help me with something?” you ask as you turn around. The imprint of the dragon shifter’s teeth on the inside of his mouth deepened. A little more pressure, and he’d puncture the layers of tissue and start bleeding. 

You glowed like a happy woman who had just let go of a great burden. Sure, your mind didn’t know it, but your body clearly did. Your natural scent was more potent, and your eyes had a little more life in them. Maybe it was the mating bond, but he knew his attraction to you was deeper than that. Something that could only be found in the core of the chest, pulsing with life.

“Yeah, of course. But hurry up. The kids at the festival tend to finish up all the cotton candy pretty quickly.”

Your gaze falls to the ground as you shift where you stand. He sees you walk to him cautiously and grab his arm. Your dress slips a little, giving him a peek at the tops of your breasts as you push the fabric tighter to your body. He finds it adorable how you worry about your modesty even in front of a supposed blind man. “I need your help lacing up my dress.”

With your eyes on him, he finds it almost impossible to hide his excitement at the request, so he cloaks it with his usual vexatious humor. “Ohoho, you’re wearing a dress; that’s a first.”

“Do you want your cotton candy or not?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Then shut up and help me,” you demand with a bite as you turn around and guide his hand to the base of your back. He thanks whatever greater power is out there because you cannot see how his eyebrows furrow at the sight of your back.

Gojo notices how you shiver when he slightly tightens the lace, and he decides to tease you. He intentionally misses the other lace, brushing his fingers at the base of your back, and the muscles of your shoulder blades involuntarily flex.

“Gojo, please, be careful. That was…ticklish,” you sigh. Your voice sounds strained, and his mind doesn’t waste time imagining wild fantasies of you saying the same thing in a much different setting.

One where there’s minimal clothing.

“Right, sorry.” Guilt eats him up because he knows that the grotesque and perverse dragon in him is not apologetic about touching his mate.

After sadly lacing up the dress and mentally saying goodbye to your bare skin, Gojo ties the corset–but not before having a final dig.

“Should I go harder?” he murmurs as he leans down to your ear and pulls on the lace. It also gives him a chance to take a whiff of you. The perfume you’ve put on does not do much to hide your scent from his dragon. He smells that his mate is flustered.

You choke on your spit and cough. “Huh?”

“The lace–should I pull harder before I tie the knot?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, just not too tight,” you croak out as you rub up and down your arms. Your natural heady scent dims, and he imagines kissing you on your forehead for being so jittery.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” And the scent returns.

When you turn around to thank him, your eyes squint. “Where’s your cane?”

Gojo panics, trying to think of a good reason why. He’d thrown it away in a bush upon reaching your apartment so he could have the excuse of having you hold his hand to guide him. He tried to come up with another lie.

“Uh, the kids, they stole it again,” he answered with a sheepish laugh. 

The suspicious look in your eyes goes away, but it returns just as quickly. “Then how’d you get here?”

“The kindness of strangers,” he shrugs. You don’t look convinced, but you don’t pry too deep. He can’t blame you for still being suspicious. It’s not likely for a town that isn’t too kind to an apothecary to be friendly to a blind man. Most of the townsfolk felt sorry for him but also avoided talking to him unless they had to because of his ‘curse.’

“I ought to teach those kids a lesson. Ugh, and look at your hair. It’s such a mess,” you complain as you rush to grab a comb from your dresses.

Gojo was in heaven, and things would only improve once he told you everything.

–

The festival is loud and bustling. Lanterns and decorations hung from poles, and children ran around with goodie bags and small drums. The cacophony of conversations, bagpipe music, and laughter was overstimulating to the point where your head buzzed with exhaustion. Still, you’d much rather hang out with Gojo than take a cut out of your ingredient budget and pay him back.

The man was sporting a childish grin after holding three cones of different colored candy floss. It didn’t surprise you that the people at the castle thought he was eccentric because of his enthusiastic nature towards life. Working as an assistant to the clerks at the castle wasn’t a job every man dreamed about, but it got him decent money to buy whatever he wanted and was more than enough.

It was also evident in how he’d shred his money to bits when buying sweets. He’s been that way since you both were kids.

Gojo notices how you’ve turned quiet and covers your hand on his bicep with his own. “Let’s get away from all this. I’m getting tired.”

“You, Gojo Satoru, are getting tired of the Town Square Festival?”

“Is that so surprising?” he asks with raised brows, which you can only tell when little white strands peek out from under the blindfold.

“Yeah, very much so,” you reply with an eye roll. You hope your tone conveys it even if he can’t see it.

“Okay, we can just stay here then–”

“No! Let’s leave.” You drag him away from the crowd and guide him into an empty street.

The moonlight leaves a bluish-gray hue on the dark cobblestones of the street you’re both strolling on. There’s not much light save for a couple lit-up windows, and even then, there’s barely any sound emitting from those homes. The faint smell of bread lingers in the air as you and Gojo walk past a closed bakery, and he makes a passing comment about wanting to buy cream puffs the next day.

You expect Gojo to go on about how much he loves baked goods until he stops in his tracks and feels around for your shoulders. You feel a little confused, but you slough off the feeling out of curiosity over what Gojo was doing.

He squeezes your shoulders and pulls you closer, almost chest-to-chest. “I have something important to tell you.” His voice drops an octave, and your mind reels over a thousand possibilities.

Was it the court mages? Were they forcing him to convince you to go back? You knew he wouldn’t do that to you. Not after your teacher had passed. Not after you’d seen his shriveled corpse.

Anything but that.

“This has been weighing on my mind for some time now.” His head is facing yours, and even without eye contact, the moment feels just as intimate because he regards how important it is for you to see him like this.The summer humidity is thick, and you feel a bead of sweat roll down into your cleavage.

“I think I–” his brows furrow before he can go on. His grip tightens on your shoulder, and he begins dragging you back to where you two came from. “I think I want to go back to the festival now,” he says with an odd rush.

Confusion muddles your head. As much as you love your friend, you cannot be bothered to reenter the loud atmosphere of the festival, and you space your feet out to stop him from pushing you.

“Um, no, I need a break,” you say as you turn around. “I love you, but I love silence more,” you joke as you pull him back to the path you two were on. And even though Gojo lets you take the lead, he still seems stiff.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you rub up his arm.

“Yeah, it’s just…the energy of this place–it’s weird.”

“Energy? Do you want me to look around?”

“No, that’s fine, we should go,” he says as he tries to stop you, but you ignore him. He’s woken up your inner mage. You walk further down the street when you hear rustling behind a building and a woman giggling.

You walk closer, Gojo’s bicep still in your hand, and you place a finger on his lips to indicate that he needs to be quiet. His body stills, only moving cautiously as you guide him closer to the building.

“It’s beautiful, my love,” the woman behind the building giggles. It’s faint, but you know it’s meant for two people meeting secretly.

“Sounds like a couple. Maybe we should leave them be,” Gojo whispers. You flick his forehead and tap your hand twice on his chest to indicate that you want him to wait. You pull out a tube of kohl from your underskirt’s pouch and quickly draw a rune on his and your temples, respectively.

“We can never be too sure. In a quiet street like this, they could easily be thieves,” you tell him through your mind.

“Yeah, but–”

“Don’t make me wipe that rune off your head. I’m trying to concentrate.”

Gojo’s thoughts quiet down as you try to listen closely, but to no avail; all you hear are slight murmurs. You draw another small rune beneath your right ear, and the voices become clear.”

“You’re welcome, Mei Mei. I’m glad I got rid of that witch my parents wanted me to marry. I was starting to wonder how I would get her off my back. Can you believe that she didn’t wanna have sex till we got married? Conceited whore.”

Mahito. It was Mahito and his girlfriend. 

Of course, fate was all about balance. Where it had given you infinite potential and the great power to wield magic, it had also taken away the prospect of true love from you. You were given a stone heart and a mind of gold.

“What’s going on?” Gojo interrupts your mind.

“Mahito. He has been unfaithful the entire time,” you reply.

Rage only fills you to the brim when you overhear more of their conversation about how they had been fooling around all while he had been going on dates with you. How he had plans to marry you for the prestige but keep her as a consort (hah as if he was a noble lord of some sort.)

You silence Gojo’s words of comfort as you rub away the rune you’d drawn on your temple, and you tap Gojo’s chest twice before stomping toward the brazen couple.

You are only pulled out of the bright, white haze of rage when you feel a pulsing ache on your hand and see Mahito’s nose all bloodied as he cries out curses to your name.

His girlfriend stands beside him with a palm to her mouth and the ugly emerald ring on her finger.

–

tag list: @eva-616 @luv3nti @leafynightmares @n1vi @uhkaey @heyl820 @kittsoraxx @asuritam @ratedrrrr @mentallyunpresent @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @starlight5cat @birbwithhat @ressyshi@strawberrymilkshakes-posts

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Speak now (Marauders' version) Masterlist

Hi! this is the first time I'm posting in the Marauders fandom, and as my formal application I decided to write a series of different one-shots and drabbles based on Speak now :)

Therefore I present to you: Speak now (Marauders' version), in which each song has its own piece of writing for a diffent marauders era character.

Here is the masterlist, I'll be uploading it weekly, (at least once a week). First piece of writing will be up tomorrow.

Some clarifications: reader is fem! unless stated differently. English is not my first lenguage, so some mistakes are bound to happen, if you spot any don't hesitate to politely reach out.

If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or ask!

Mine - Remus x reader

Remus swears he's never been more in love. "Flash forwards and we're takin' on the word together, and there's a drawer of my thing at your place" "You are the best thing, That's ever been mine" Domestic fluff

Sparks fly - Sirius x Pure blood Slytherin!reader + What happened after.

Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor. “I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right” Hurt/comfort

Back to december - Remus x reader

Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. “So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night" It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine” Hurt comfort, second chance romance

Speak now - James x Malfoy!reader

If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion. “So don't say yes, run away now, I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door. Don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out” Hurt/comfort, Fluff, arranged marriage

Maybe you should have listened to your best friend's warning about Regulus, you didn't. Now you just have to deal with the consequences. “Maybe it's you and your sick need To give love then take it away. And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors, Who don't understand" "And I'll look back and regret. I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can" Angst

Dear John - Regulus x reader

Mean - Lily x reader

You had some words you'd like to say to Snape after he insulted the kindest girl you've ever met "All you are is mean. And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life" Hurt/comfort

The story of us - Sirius x reader

Sometimes your relationship with Sirius looked like a contest of who could be more prideful, but this time it's gone too far and all you want is to have him back. "This is looking like a contest, of who can act like they care less. But I liked it more when you were on my side, the battle's in your hands now." Angst, fluff

Never grow up - Wolfstar x daughther!reader (No voldy au)

Remus and Sirius watch their daughter grow up and wish she could stay as their little girl forever. “Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple. I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. And no one will desert you, Just try to never grow up, never grow up”  Fluff

Enchanted - Remus x reader (Soulmate au)

As soon as you saw him walking through the door you knew you'd love him forever. His first words only verified it. Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". Across the room, your silhouette, Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts, Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you” Fluff

Better than revenge - James Potter x reader

Maybe fake dating your ex's best friend wasn't the best way of getting revenge "The story starts when it was hot and it was summer, and I had it all, I had him right there where I wanted him She came along, got him alone, and let's hear the applause She took him faster than you can say"Sabotage"" Fake dating

Innocent - Regulus x reader

After he realized what his parents have done Regulus can't help but breakdown, good thing you are there for him. “Did some things you can't speak of, But at night you live it all again. You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now, If only you had seen what you know now then" Hurt/comfort

Haunted - Remus x reader

Remus' worlds shifts entirely when his worst nightmare becomes true and he isn't sure if he is ever going to be able to look at you again when he is sure he has destroyed your life. “Something's gone terribly wrong, You're all I wanted.Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone, Can't turn back now, I'm haunted” angst hurt/comfort

Last Kiss - Sirius x reader

Breaking up with sirius was the hardest thing you've ever done. You can't help but miss the way his lips felt against yours. "I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions”  Angst

Long live - poly!Marauders x reader (Band!Au)

All your hard work as a band has led you and the boys to this moment, nominated as the best new artist and attending one of the most prestigius galas in the music industry. “I passed the pictures around, Of all the years that we stood there, On the sidelines wishing for right now When they gave us our trophies, And we held them up for our town, and The Cynics were outragedScreaming, "This is absurd!"” Fluff

Ours - James x reader (Band!Au)

When people start to comment on James' personality is your job to make sure he knows how much he means to everyone, but specifically how much he means to you. “So don't you worry your pretty, little mind. People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard, The stakes are high, the water's rough. But this love is ours”  Hurt/comfort

Superman - Remus x reader (Spiderman!Au)

Remus worries that his girlfriend will leave him when she learns the truth. You worry he is too oblivious to realize you already know. "I'll be right here on the ground, When you come back down. Tall, dark and beautiful. He's complicated, he's irrational, But I hope someday he'll take me away, And save the day fluff

From the vault tracks

Electric touch - Sirius x reader (College!Au)

Your friends are tired of telling you that he is going to break your heart. You'd let Sirius gamble with your heart as long as the chance of hapiness is there. “All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life. Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch”

When Emma falls in love - James x reader

You navigate what's like to be in love with James 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave” fluff Hurt/comfort

I can see you - Remus x reader

As much as you hated him, you couldn't deny his natural charm and the way he seemed to have a magnetic field around him that made you gravitate towards him, once and once again. “Passed me a note sayin’, "Meet me tonight", Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I could see you being my addiction, You can see me as a secret mission. Hide away and I will start behaving myself" Rivals to lover

Castles crumbling - Regulus x reader (Royal Au)

You loved him more than anything, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. But your love is impossible and forbidden. When he doesn't have anything left he runs to you, wondering if you'll love him now. “And I feel like my castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down You don't wanna know me now” Hurt/comfort, forbidden romace, fluff

Foolish one - Peter x reader

Peter is used to being the second chance, but he can't help but feel betrayed when his bestfriend and crush starts to get closer to Sirius. "Foolish one, Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love That ain't never gonna come You will learn the hard way instead of just walkin' out" Hurt/comfort

Timeless - James x reader (Soulmate!Au)

James and you are fated to find each other in every life you live. "Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So even in a different life You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless" Fluff

[hells-wasabii]

Hey, can I request an Angel dust x Husk x fem!reader headcannons? Only if you're comfortable with it, like both Angel dust and the reader are dating Husk while Angel dust and Reader are best friends when they were alive and now even in hell. Maybe even a bonus (if reader uses they/she pronouns) and if Angel dust or reader would always introduce husk like, ex:

Reader: Hey, this is my boyfriend Husk, and this is his boyfriend, Angel Dust!! :D

Or vice versa? And when Husk asks why they always say that, they respond with "it's fun to see others' reaction."

Sorry this is so long. This is my first request, and English is not my first language. Thank you! And I hope you have a good day or night!!

A/N: Oh my god, i love this! Husk has two hands! a great idea for a polycule! Fun fact for anyone who doesn't know, but based on when they died and how old they were when they did, Angel and Husk would have been in the same age range! Thank you for sending in this request! Its actually my first time writing for a poly ship! I hope that I'm able to do this one justice!

Characters: Angel Dust(platonic)/Husk (Poly)

Type: Headcanons (Angel dust x Husk x she/they!reader, General, Fluff)

You knew Angel Dust even back when he was Anthony, when you had both still been alive, you had been there for him when he left behind the life his father demanded he have. After all, you would have followed him into hell. And you did. Literally. The two of you were inseparable. It was only natural that your friendship continued on in the afterlife.

When Angel went to the Happy- no it was the Hazbin Hotel now- it was only natural that you followed. If your closest friend was going to give this redemption thing a shot then dammit so were you!

That was where the both of you met Husk, the grumpy bartender employed by Alastor. That was when things really fell into place. Like clockwork, you BOTH fell for the disgraced overlord. Of course, neither of you were sure what this would possibly mean for your friendship. Tears were shed, worries were expressed, but as luck would have it, none of that was necessary because the gambler fell for the both of you as well. In the end, you and Angel Dust really were a package deal.

Of course, you and Angel both loved to mess with Husk. You were the embodiment of the meme 'hi, this is my boyfriend, and this is my boyfriend's girlfriend,' Something that you and Angel Dust referenced often, if only because it confused the former overlord. He doesn't use social media often, so it kind of goes over his head.

Nonetheless, the relationship is a very loving one on all fronts. You and Angel Dust were closer than ever, having already practically been platonic soulmates. On top of that, Husk was a doting partner. He would do anything for his partners.

The night that everything came to light had certainly been an interesting one. As per usual both you and Angel were ending off the night at the bar, flirting with the fallen overlord.

"You know that I like the both of you back, right?" "I'm sorry, what?" Angel's eyes looked like they couldn't get any wider as the both of you locked eyes before looking back at Husk. A very long conversation ensued after. And an outing was planned, just the three of you.

A little bonus: Cuddling with Angel and Husk is unbelievably comfortable, they're both super soft.

[pinkiemachine]

Hi! First off, I love your DC ideas!!! I was just wondering if you had seen the Green Lantern animated series and planned on doing anything with green lantern(s) in your DC stories?

He isn't even my favorite, I just love hearing your ideas and remember loving the show when I watched it last year. Again, love what you've come up with and drawn, hope you have a good day/night/whenever you read this!

*cracks knuckles*

Yes, I’ve recently heard that there’s a Green Lantern show in the works, and yes, I’ve been planning my own outline for a while now (however it sadly does not have as much framework as the rest of my BatFam or even Superman and Wonderman stuff.) BUT there are a few things to note purely based off the concept that I know are going to catch people off guard, so let’s jump into it!

First potentially controversial idea: Green Lanterns come in teams of four now! A squad, if you will. The team begins when Hal Jordon finds Abin Sur crash landed on Earth, and he inherits Abin’s ring. Hal is an ex-pilot for the Airforce, and while he mostly still enjoys being a test pilot for Ferris Air, he feels stuck in a rut and like he’s not really working toward anything—he’s got no mountain to climb, no dragon to slay, no big purpose for his life. So when the Lanterns come along, while he’s nervous at first, he eventually decides to give it a try. Before anything else, Hal is told about how the Lantern Rings work with the emotional spectrum. Each ring is equipped with an “emotion tracker” that registers your emotional wavelengths (anger, jealousy, fear, willpower, hope, compassion, love) and must all fall within exceptional margins before you’re considered ready for active duty. In this case, Willpower must be at a high level, and all the others must be at a constant mid-point range. (The idea being that if these levels go too high, you’re letting your emotions control you. If they’re too low, they’re being suppressed, and that’s not good either. Having them be somewhere in the middle, with Willpower as the dominant force, means you’re in touch with your emotions, but you have the will to control them and yourself.)

Now—the Green Lanterns are currently having trouble with another corps, the Red Lanterns, the ones responsible for Abin Sur’s death. So Hal is expected to find and form his unit of Green Lanterns as quickly as possible, so that they can be trained as quickly as possible, to join the fight as quickly as possible. No pressure. The first person he meets is John Stewart, an ex-marine who now works as an architect. He’s far more mature and level-headed than Hal, and it quickly becomes apparent that he’s more likely to receive the leader role for this squad from their superiors back on Oa. But John and Hal become good friends, so there’s no hard feelings.

The next person they find is Guy Gardner. Okay, that’s not entirely true, Guy found them. An impulsive, arrogant, loud-mouthed Army vet—the moment he learns about the Green Lanterns on Earth, he wants to know how he can get in on the action, and once he finds out that one of the prerequisites is you have to have a proclivity for strong willpower? He wants to know why he wasn’t considered first! So he’s a part of the team now. Because he said so. You might say he… WILLED it into existence! :D So now John has Hal and Guy to babysit.

Up next is their fourth member, Jessica Cruz. Jess was part of a special ops unit as a sniper, and one day she went on a mission with her team, and she was the only one who came back. She left the military shortly after, citing PTSD. She doesn’t like to talk about it. However, turns out that hiding away in a cabin in the woods trying to burry all your feelings isn’t always the best idea, because she soon finds herself attacked by a strange new creature calling itself “Paralax.” Our three Green Lanterns help her overcome this fear-feeding menace, and free Jessica from its hold, and she has a bit of a rude awakening moment. She thought she had been in such control of her feelings, but they were really controlling her. When the final lantern ring chooses her, she says she will think about it.

Now, here is the second potentially controversial change I’m making: Keli Quintella is a Blue Lantern! Come on, I think it’s high time some of the other lanterns got some love, wouldn’t you say? Besides, it’s only after she hijacks a lost Blue Lantern ring and uses it—without permission—and joins Earth’s Lantern Squad—without permission—that Jessica feels like she can finally accept her ring. It’s Keli that gives her hope that she can overcome her demons.

So now we have our team, and it’s time to go kick some Red Lantern patooties. Naturally, it doesn’t take long for the Yellow Lanterns to crawl back into existence after the Green Lanterns wiped them out a while back, and Hal’s rivalry with Sinestro, etc etc, but I’m still blocking everything out, because I do plan to incorporate Emerald Twilight and Blackest Night. Which means, yes, Kyle Rayner will be joining the team, but later on, after… well, I’ll just come out and say it. After Barry Allen’s death, Hal enters his villain phase in Emerald Twilight, trying to use all the willpower in the universe to bring Barry back, but it ends with Hal being stopped, kicked out of the Corps, and sentenced to life in prison on Oa. (Or, at least, that’s what I have in my first draft.) It’s during that whole mess that Kyle becomes a Green Lantern, and… yeah, it’s one chaotic time to be chosen, for sure. But there’s a reason he was chosen when he was, hehehehehe…

Anyhoo, there’s only one other character I’ve drawn so far, and that’s Star Saphire: I didn’t mean to draw her so small at first, but after it happened, I was like, “No wait, plenty of women are this short. Why not just make that one of her quirks? She’s got short person anger issues because people keep thinking she looks like a child.” lol. Of course, in a cartoon setting, some might start to make accusations, so maybe the idea won’t stand up to scrutiny, but I thought it would be cute. Anyway…

Now, not all of the lantern corps as we know them are in existence at the start of the show, because of reasons. Like, the GLs got rid of the Yellow Lanterns way back when. And then the Pink Lanterns and the Indigo Lanterns come into existence later too, and it’s all important because it’s leading up to a prophecy being fulfilled in Blackest Night. For the moment, though, I just want to classify each corps to make them more easy to understand as an organisation. So—

Red=Anger: Rogue Militia.

Orange=Jealousy: Lone Criminal.

Yellow=Fear: Terrorist Organisation.

Green=Willpower: Military/Police Force.

Blue=Hope: First Responders.

Indigo/Purple=Compassion: Church (sort of).

And then Pink=Love: …to be perfectly honest, I got nothing. Matchmaker service? XD You decide.

One final thing I forgot to mention: Yes, John gets appointed to be leader of the GL squad, due to his good performance record and his ability to wrangle the others. Hal, meanwhile, gets appointed to be their representative on the Justice League. I wanted to give both characters equal time to shine because I know they’re both fan favourites as lead GL characters, and this seemed like a good middle ground.

And I call this show: Green Lantern: Special Forces!

There are more story things, especially regarding Kyle, but this post is long enough already, so if you want more, just comment 💚 down below :)

Part 2 where I rant about KYLE 👇

[plasmara]

ok but seriously. dr s3 was not a season it was a fic generator in disguise. LIKE THEY GAVE US SOOOO MUCH. and now I’m drowning in fic ideas with zero ability to commit to just one so here’s a brain dump (but jay edition because i wrote them all out and accidentally hit one thousand million words):

so. the obvious one is jaya. Duhhhhh. just jaya in general. jaya angst. They r so tragic now and i want it all. the absolute disaster of it. i want every version

give me nya trying to flirt her way back in like “hey, remember me? your girlfriend? the love of your life? jay. jay. JAY.” and jay’s like “okay first of all i barely remember ur name.” he’s being stubborn about not catching feelings, and she’s being even worse about refusing to take the hint coz if she can’t win him back with love she is Absolutely going to do it with sheer persistence and mild emotional terrorism

and kai keeps trying to give her advice but fumbling bad bitches is a genetic trait and they’re both diseased

OKAY AND JAY. IN GENERAL. OBVIOUSLY

i need his pov through the whole season. the fallout after what happened w ras and how he was well and truly Abandoned with a capital a HE HAD NO ONE . him trying to piece himself together without his memories. and how he rediscovers like the little things that made him HIM. the inventing. the way he starts tinkering with stuff without even thinking. the terrible jokes and the way he needs to lighten the mood even when everything’s falling apart. HOW HE MAKES A NAME FOR HIMSELF and is just really his own person. i loveeeeeee how they didn’t just brush it off like yea he’s doing his own thing now whateverrrr. like they went into specifics (ish) and i feel like it rlly added to his personality

AND THEN him trying to trust this group of strangers who keep looking at him like he MATTERS. like they KNOW him. and he’s just like “ok cool cool cool i don’t Know any of u but sure.”

he keeps saying he’s fine when he’s literally NOT. cracking jokes like it’s instinct but they don’t land right. he laughs and then immediately wants to curl into a corner and disappear. BUT HE CANT CONFIDENIN ANY OF THEKNBECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOWNTHEM!!!!!! side note he clearly knows a LOT (based off how he knew about arin’s parents instantly) BUT HE DIDNT VOLUNTEER THAT INFO UNTIL RIGHT AT THE END AND HE KEPT IT ALL TO HIMSELF FOR SO LONG. HE DOESJT TALK ANYMORE!!!!! HES NOT USED TO TALKING WITH ANYONE ABOUT ANYTHINGN AND HES PROBABLY GOT SONMUCH REPRESSED AND KEPT LOCKED UP AND AGHHHHHH!!!! omg someone take this boy to therapy

AND THEN GIVE ME A WHOLSE SEPARATE FIC ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TOUCH NOW. because this kid was THE most touchy out of the team. he was always throwing himself at people BUT .now. Now he flinches whenever anyone moves too quickly towards him and they all have to keep reminding themselves of it. FUCK!!!!!!

and specifically cole because let’s be honest bruise’s love language is physical touch and it’s killing cole not to be able to be near him. AND ACTUALLY BECAUSE COLE ISNSO TOUCHY jay avoids him the most and it’s like. That’s ur best friend………. WHAT R U DOING. and everyone thought just FINDING jay would be the hardest part but actually this is and they don’t know what to do

okay and. Well. plasma. Like sorry u all knew this was coming. i have to live up to the plasmara name after all its in the contract. and i Love them but I don’t want to write angst for them in this context I just think it would be so funny to have kai hardcore crushing on his sister’s ex fiancée and even funnier to have jay somehow like him back. Like he just takes whatever kai tells him at face value and thinks yup.. this is the one i Trust. just hears kai say “yeah you were totally into me” ONE TIME as a joke or in a moment of panic and he fully believes it cos he’s got the memory of a damp sponge. Like. “oh. yeah. that checks out. i must have been with you. makes sense. ur hot” And after kai finishes freaking out he decides yup THIS IS MY CHANCE!! nya u had him for years. It’s MY turn now

and he is now committed to the bit with his whole chest. takes every opportunity to “remind” jay how deeply in love he was.

“you used to call me hot stuff.”

“no i didn’t.”

“you don’t remember, jay.”

And worst part is it works because jay is just like… “well he seems to have a good balance between nice and pathetically obsessed and my standards are a mystery to me so sure???”

[vroomvroomwee]

I'm a huge fan of radiostatic

The show hints they have a complicated past together, but you also said in a previous post that it doesn't look like Vox is pining for Alastor in stayed gone. How do you think their actual relationship will play out in the show ?

Well, I think the hints we are seeing of their past friendship are veritable and not our delusional shipper little minds grasping for straws. Whatever happens in season two it definitely will be emotionally heavy. At least for Vox, and dare I say I think it'll also be for Alastor.

Because, objectively speaking, Alastor doesn't really... have any friends. Mimzy uses him, and I think Alastor knows the hotel is apprehensive of him and keeps him at a distance as a colleague. Which only really leaves Rosie (who's also an overlord, but I doubt she's someone who would Alastor would die for or who he would die for) and Niffty (who's probably his thrall and can't be his equal as long as she is). And Alastor is a very extroverted guy. The only times his reputation as a stone-cold, heartless murderer is alluded to are what OTHER people say of him. Meanwhile, the people who know Alastor, aren't... that afraid of him. On a more intimate level, Alastor is very approachable and easy to talk to. He NEEDS friends. He NEEDS verbal communication, which is why I think his fallout with Vox hit him hard, no matter whose fault it was.

Now, Vox is clearly still pissed, and so is Alastor despite being able to hide it better. To me Stayed Gone borders somewhere between mortal enemies and exes who are biting at each other. And I don't think Vox is the pining sort based on his actions during ep 2 which I covered in this post:

(I think this might be the post i question. I'm adding it as a screenshot because tumblr was lagging on the link function)

I also found another post @moodooivy that really nails Alastor’s behaviour:

Personally (now this is just my opinion) I think Vivienne will continue the trend of "best friends suffered a brutal accident that was neither of their fault and got estranged then they hated each other for years only to reconcile and become best friends again in the end" that she did with Blitz and Fizz. I think a scene between Vox and Alastor is inevitable at this point. And I think it won't just be an emotional reconciliation.

The show has a limited amount of time at its disposal. And in any other instance, such an emotionally charged scene would have enough time to be fleshed out, to focus on the characters and their thoughts. But, Hazbin doesn't have that time. So, I think during that reconciliation SOMETHING important will be said (whether it's Alastor’s true intentions for the hotel or that he has always planned to betray them, Alastor’s dealer whoever it is had some hand in their split up and is planning something devious, Vox professing how much Alastor meant to him and how much he cared about him etc. etc. Or perhaps that he's never cared at all, and vise versa. Maybe they figure out Valentino somehow meddled with their relationship, or smth). It will be violent and intense, maybe a big fight where one nearly kills the other or an outside interference stops them, before it eventually subsides since these two can't keep a straight head around each other. And it's gonna happen in the last few episodes because either they both come out alive and well, which is bad news for everyone else since together they would be a massive powerhouse, or one of them dies - and the death of a fan favorite is impactful which would mean the writers would want to leave it near the end, right before season 3.

This is all me theorising though!! I love hearing predictions about season 2 and I'd love to talk about this in the comments and hear what you and others think 💜💜

[hsficrecommendation]

Hello everyone! This is masterlist #4, #5 and #6 (Cont. Of June, then Sept, and Oct 2023!) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE (Part 2!) •••

Stablehand!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Part 2 | Part 3 | Harry loathes Y/N and she's just a little tease. - @angelsanddaisies

Poetry In Your Mailbox | Part 2 | Part 3 | Y/N and the rest of her nosy neighborhood friends ogle at the man who just moved in next door — a man of mystery, silence, and someone who seemingly doesn’t want anything to do with his neighbors… until Y/N begins to receive anonymous mail. - @episkystyles

Changes | ♡♡ Harry returns home. Based on- Changes by Cam. - @hes-writer

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

The Empowering Hearts | ♡♡ In which you're a lonely model until you meet a baker. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

••• SEPTEMBER •••

Say It | in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

The Joker and The Queen | In which Harry is a florist, has a crush on the baker next door and dreads his Birthday. - @harrysonlylover

Breaking the Ice | It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either. - @purplekiwis

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before - @novelistrry

••• OCTOBER •••

Stop Thinking so Much | In which Harry teaches english and some poetry is hard to pick apart. - @meetevieinthehallway

Dog Days are Over | ♡ In which Y/n and Harry walk their dogs in the same park. Though, over the course of time, buying each other coffee turns into something more. - @nationalharryleague

The Witching Hour | ♡ Despite Harry being the witch in this situation, maybe his crush on gemma's new friend was going to be the most bewitching thing he ever encountered. - @moonchildstyles

Nest | Harry is y/n's best friend. He also happens to be an alpha. Spending a week at his place has her brain doing weird things. - @moonchildstyles

Pebbles and The Scarecrow | ♡ In which Harry doesn’t like Halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

Banana Pancakes | Nanny!Harry falls in love with his little girl, and the mother of his little girl. - @ill-be-your-honey-bri

Golden | In which Y/n's life is dark but the Harry, The Fae King, sees she's golden. - @angelisverba

Better man - Harry and Y/n are famous and dating. Now, Harry is attending a party just 'cause he knows that Y/n would surely be there, and Y/n seems to be escaping her date so hard that she meets Harry outside the bathrooms. - @bopbopstyles

Masterlist for more recs! My Writing account - @0oolookitsme

[polyamorousmood]

ok, so a couple days ago, my boyfriend told me he was poly. Let’s call him K. Now, I thought I had absolutely no problem with that, I myself have been questioning polyamory for a very long time.

so for context, me and K were on a date in a private server in a game (we’re long distance) and C joined us, not realizing we were on a date. We allowed him to third wheel and we all had a bunch of fun.

now, fast forward to the next day, K messages me about wanting to incorporate C into our relationship. We talk for a bit and I thought I was completely fine with starting a poly with him, but there was a little whisper at the back of my mind: “You weren’t a good enough girlfriend, so he needs someone else to fill in the space. Someone better.”

I want him to be happy more than anything, so I shrug it off and agree. We talk to C and wham bam we’re now in a poly. I tried so hard to convince myself I like him in the same way I like K, but.. I couldn’t. I tried to talk to C about it, but I feel like I ruined everything and hurt him. I’ve literally never been in a relationship this long (going on a month and a half, not that long to most people but to me this is crazy cuz my luck is nonexistent) and we haven’t had a single argument or fight or anything.

I’m scared. I know I should’ve said something the moment I had any doubt but I don’t want K to be mad at me for lying, or C to be sad.

now that little voice is screaming “This is your fault. You’re a terrible girlfriend. You should just leave them so C can make K happy. Because you can’t possibly make K happy.”

I have no idea what to do.

Okay, so I had a longer, prettier thing typed up but the Tumbls deleted it. You're getting the quick and dirty version, sorry.

Yeah, you could have been more forthright from the get-go, but 🤷‍♀️you're here now. I don't think everything is ruined necessarily, especially if you're still willing to be friends with C, you're willing to let K and C date without you (and chill with affection between K and C in front of you, etc). Just get on the same page with everyone, explain that you really wanted it to work with all three of you, but its just not working, and that you really want to figure it out because you like them both so much. That last sentence is true regardless of if you're chill with the things mentioned or not.

And then, even though I don't think you're to that point, and hopefully never will be. Heartbreak sucks eggs in hell, and then you're through it and you're fine. This is true for you, it is true of your exes, it is true of any future exes. You will be okay after any breakup, pending some recovery time, and so will everyone else. The more you internalize this belief, the healthier your relationships will be because you'll not be so damn scared of breaking something you can't be yourself. Its a tough thing to learn, but please try.

Additionally, internalize this belief: you will occasionally, accidentally, hurt the people you love. Everyone does. It doesn't mean they're better off without you. Do what you can to make it right and prevent the mistake from happening again, and let it go.

But in the meantime, see if you can't work something out. I don't see why y'all couldn't based on what you said. They're allowed to be bummed and it can still be workable. Best of luck 🍀🫂

[halloweenacara]

all my beasts! my main account is totally full now rip. names & info under the cut

aske - halloween acara, he/they - horror artist & author, kinda the main character. he writes a horror-comedy comic, but his most famous work is a series of intense horror novels published under a pseudonym. he's secretly a huge scaredy-cat & has become very fond of a certain zafara.

flora - mutant aisha, she/her - baker & activist. she runs a little bakery in the haunted woods that only employs other mutants. she's sweet as sugar, but you don't want to be on her bad side. not afraid of anything- in fact, she has a sweet spot for the scariest resident, alder.

fossil - tyrannian elephante, he/him - anthropologist, museum curator, technically undead. he was found in a glacier on the border between tyrannia and terror mountain & revived. now, he has a special interest in tyrannian history, spending more time in the field than behind a desk. he will talk your ear off.

kilroy - steampunk zafara, he/him - a knight from the golden era of meridell- sort of. he was brought to life via a wayward spell from mac, pulling him from the pages of a book of old meridellian tales. he's a little lost, but taking it in stride- besides, he has a cute lil acara to help him out.

pup - toy poogle, they/she - midi musician, streamer, sapient robot. they speak almost exclusively in internet memes and audio clips. she has a vast collection of expression stickers, one for every mood. recently, they've been visiting veknir's workshop every night…

mu - burlap kau, he/they - fiber artist, gardener, ex-scarecrow. he used to live in a farm north of the haunted woods, then took himself off his stick and ran away. he sewed his legs himself, as he didn't have any originally, and has to fix them often. makes a lot of crochet plushies and blankets- stark contrast to the manor's otherwise spooky vibe.

alder - shadow skeith, she/her - groundskeeper. an intense individual, to say the least. she's been with the manor longer than anyone can recall. she mostly keeps to herself- she lives in a small cabin on the edge of the courtyard. she spends her time meticulously cleaning the tombstones, or lurking in the yard in the midst of heavy rain. aske is terrified of her.

rory - chocolate/halloween bori, he/it - some variety of candy-based creature. he only joined the group recently- previously he was known as the thing that howls and roars just past the fence line. he smells like candy corn and hot cocoa- apart from the bones, of course. those smell like death.

maxie - ghost cybunny, she/her - tour guide/scam artist. she offers tours of the manor, even installing a little gift shop in the foyer. most of the 'haunted features' on the tour are fake. even if the others wanted her to leave (frankly, she's a rude, self-serving conwoman), she couldn't- she died in the manor. every time someone asks how she died she gives them a different story.

veknir - speckled grundo, he/him - alien, scientist, engineer. he keeps the manor running- repairing old appliances, fixing broken railing. of course, he did blow up the microwave trying to improve it. he crash-landed in the courtyard while fleeing someone and set up a workshop/lab in the basement. who knows what he gets up to down there? do we want to know?

cake - snot chomby, it/its - slime monster. one of veknir's experiments gone awry- well, it made a new creature, but cake's a rebel. it chose its name after coming to life and immediately raiding vek's lab minifridge. it has a massive sweet tooth- flora is its best friend- and takes its sick axe guitar everywhere (it can't play it)

remy - halloween xweetok, he/they/she - the owner of the october house. the oldest resident (besides kilroy, technically?) and also the hottest (according to remy). if he's not ominously swirling a glass of something red in the study, he's at some club doing drag.

diaveli - halloween ixi, she/they/it - some variety of horrid clown thing. her entire existence is dedicated to tormenting aske and causing problems.

chimaera - lab rat, they/them - they have chronic health issues, but visiting the lab ray and changing their body calms their aches. it also leaves them ravenously hungry and pays fairly well. they also "work" at maxie's gift shop. they sometimes play on pup's streams as a guest.

mac - mutant lenny, he/him - wizard. he spends all his time hidden away in his tower, practicing spells or mixing potions. his hermit-like tendencies are partly because he needs privacy for his evil machinations and party due to crippling social anxiety.

croaksby - candy quiggle, he/him - butler, janitor, etc. a long-suffering servant, croaksby has worked for remy for a long, long time. he does actually enjoy his work- if he gets frustrated with a resident, he can always add a touch of poison to their nightly tea/coffee/borovan- not enough to kill them, of course...

[astralis-ortus]

.𖥔˚ masterlist

game for two ⋆ husband!bc × gn!reader | 0.8k | fluff — guess who just got his old yearbook in the mail?

love, am i home? ⋆ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader | 0.6k | angst — how can you tell it's not simply an infatuation?

sunday, sunday, sunday ⋆ husband!bc × fem!reader | 1.1k | fluff — now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

ways to say 'i love you' ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.6k | fluff — an awkward phrase for him, so he resorts to showing his affection instead.

streetlights and warm nights ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.5k | fluff — date nights are always fun with chan.

weighted blankets and projector ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.6k | fluff — as long as you're happy, then chan is happy too.

aisle 4 ⋆ ex!bc × gn!reader | 0.5k | angst — i could give you my all and it still wouldn’t be enough.

it feels impossible (it's not impossible) ⋆ bestfriend!bc × gn!reader | 2k | romcom, fluff — 'cause you are the one i was meant to find.

everything will be okay ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.4k | hurt/comfort — everyone deserves a chan in their lifes.

safe with me ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 0.7k | fluff — there’s a reason you shouldn’t (or should?) trust minho.

against the world ⋆ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader | 2k | angst, fluff — for as long as i love you.

placebo effect ⋆ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader | 1.2k | fluff — maybe the actual remedy is his smile.

this lifetime ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.3k | fluff — in every dream and any reality, as long as you're by my side.

just 5 minutes ⋆ husband!bc × gn!reader | 0.4k | fluff — spend every morning with you.

tiny bed ⋆ husband!bc × gn!reader | 0.3k | fluff — spacious home sounds nice, but you're nicer.

beyond forever and eternity ⋆ husband!bc × fem!reader | 0.8k | fluff — love cannot survive on luck alone.

agent(s) of chaos ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 1.1k | fluff — there's a reason why you love game nights with your boyfriend's second family.

you're always enough ⋆ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader | 2.3k | angst, fluff — losing you was not an option.

care for you ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 1.1k | fluff — to keep you safe is my priority.

thunders of rage ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 1.1k | fluff, comfort — even through the worst days, you're still my priority.

a little sweet fix ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 0.9k | comfort — sometimes what you thought was right might not be the best way.

you are my sunshine ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.6k | slice of life, fluff — you'll never know, dear, how much i love you.

every version of you ⋆ a bang chan headcanon | 0.4k | slice of life, fluff — time could heal everything; as long as you're willing to work for it.

lifetime worth of luck ⋆ husband!bc × gn!reader | 0.3k | fluff — omelet with fries for dinner, anyone?

don't ask ⋆ 'friend'!bc × gn!reader | 0.4k | angst — pushing me further, pulling me closer, some sort of chemistry.

gummy bears ⋆ college student!hj × gn!reader | 1.8k | fluff — art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

spoiled ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 0.5k | slice of life, fluff — it really is in the little things he does.

when it's less-than-ideal ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 0.9k | comfort — you can't judge a relationship only based on its good days.

guess i missed you too much ⋆ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader | 1.2k | fluff — that's what being in love does to you.

don't like me less ⋆ boyfriend!bc × gn!reader | 1.3k | comfort, fluff — even when i'm not everything you wanted, please don't like me less.

i'll keep you in a photograph ⋆ crush!sm × fem!reader | 2.5k | romance — it's just a silly little crush.

form of affection ⋆ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader | 0.8k | fluff — everything feels… new.

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡