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asendingtothestarsasone · 11 months ago

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Soft and Sweet

Synopsis: A new member joining your brother's band leads to a blossoming romance with the loving danny.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Alcohol, Oral (Female Receiving), Fingering, Loss of Virginity.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

For as long as I can remember, it had always been me and my brothers. We were inseparable, spending our days by the lake or at home in our parents' basement. Jake started playing an instrument, and soon the others made their way down there, picking up instruments and learning the ropes. I would spend my days on the couch, listening in on the band meetings and practices, watching them improve with each session.

One day, their drummer Kyle didn't show up, and the boys were frustrated. Reluctantly, I gave it a go, hopping on the kit. I tried to learn a simple beat, but I knew the boys needed someone with the X factor. Over the next few days, Josh, Jake, and Sam became discouraged, putting out a call for a new drummer.

One day, Sam said, “I know the perfect person for this. Let me give him a call.” Within an hour, there was a knock at the door. Sam immediately jumped up and rushed to the door. Walking back in, he had a huge smile on his face. A few seconds later, in walked a 6-foot god with beautifully tanned skin and a mess of black curls. Walking up to me, he reached out his hand, and I was greeted with the most beautiful brown eyes and a perfect smile.

"Hey, I'm Danny," he said.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," I replied.

"It's lovely to meet you."

"You too," I smiled shyly.

Jumping on the kit, Danny immediately fell into sync with the rest of the boys. Not only did he match the bands energy, but he also brought his own unique vibe to the band. As time passed, days turned into nights filled with rehearsals, laughter, and shared passion, and amidst the creative energy, I couldn't help but notice something between Danny and me.

In no time, Danny seamlessly became a vital part of the group, fitting into the rhythm of our lives. As rehearsals continued, I found myself spending even more time in the basement, listening to the music, and watching Danny's infectious enthusiasm for his craft. There was a magnetic pull, an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend the musical notes.

One summer's day, the heat in the garage became unbearable, so we decided to head out to the lake. I could sense that my brothers were up to something by the way they were looking at me.

"What's going on? Why are you all smiling?" I questioned.

Sam grinned, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just that there's no room in Jake's car with all our gear. You might have to ride with Danny." The absurd smirk on his face was hard to ignore.

"Really? And why can't you ride with Danny?" I inquired.

"I have to talk to Jake and Josh about the band," Jake chimed in. "Yeah, it's a really... um, important discussion," he added, with a laughter that seemed to be trying to escape his lips.

I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glances exchanged between my brothers, leaving me with a sense of curiosity and mild suspicion.

Despite their vague explanations, I reluctantly agreed to ride with Danny to the lake.

The drive to the lake was accompanied by laughter and lively banter. Danny and I struck up a conversation, discovering shared interests and finding comfort in each other's company. The initial awkwardness I felt about the arrangement started to dissipate as we connected over stories and laughter.

Upon reaching the lake, the sun cast a warm glow over the water, creating a serene atmosphere. My brothers quickly dispersed to set up for a day of relaxation, leaving Danny and me by the shore. As we found a comfortable spot, he looked at me with a genuine smile, breaking the ice.

Danny, always up for some fun, grinned at me, "Ready for a swim?"

With a nod, we waded into the water together. The lake was refreshing, and the evening breeze played with our hair as we swam further from the shore. As we floated on the surface, conversation flowed effortlessly. It was a moment of serenity amidst the playful splashes and laughter of the boys.

At some point, Danny suggested diving underwater, and we both took a deep breath before submerging ourselves. The cool water enveloped us, and in that submerged world, our surroundings became muffled, leaving only the gentle sounds of the lake. It was a moment of shared tranquility, our eyes meeting beneath the water, conveying a silent understanding.

As we made our way back to dry land, a lighthearted teasing ensued from the boys about the 'underwater connection' between Danny and me.

"So, what do you think they're really up to?" Danny asked, his eyes reflecting a playful curiosity.

I chuckled, "Your guess is as good as mine. Knowing my brothers, it could be anything from a band discussion to plotting some elaborate prank."

Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and the day unfolded with shared laughter, dipping our feet in the cool water, and simply enjoying each other's company. Danny's easygoing nature and charm made it clear why my brothers were so fond of him.

As the sun began to set, we gathered with the others for a bonfire. Amidst the crackling flames, my brothers couldn't contain their excitement any longer.

"We've been planning something," Jake admitted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Josh added, "Since Danny joined the band, we thought it was high time you two got to know each other better."

Sam chimed in, "Consider this a little nudge in the right direction."

Embarrassment flooded my face. I should have known that they would do this to me. Drying off by the bonfire, the water drops on Danny's abs sparkled like stars. I couldn't help but notice the glistening droplets, and, trying not to be too obvious, my face blushed. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to rub my eye.

Danny, catching on to my attempt at subtlety, smirked. "Is everything okay, Y/N?" he asked, his tone teasing.

I chuckled nervously, "Yeah, everything's fine. I just got something in my eye, you know, the smoke from the bonfire."

He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Smoke from the bonfire? Or maybe you just couldn't resist the dazzling display?"

The others laughed, joining in on the good-natured teasing. Despite the light banter, there was a warmth in Danny's eyes that hinted at something more. As we all settled around the bonfire once again, I couldn't help but steal a glance at him, and our eyes met briefly, creating a momentary connection that spoke volumes beyond the playfulness.

Under the starlit sky, amidst the laughter of friends and the crackling of the fire, the day by the lake continued to unfold, leaving behind memories that twinkled like stars—each one a testament to the unexpected connection that had sparked between us.

The next day brought with it a sense of tranquility. The sun rose gracefully, casting a golden hue over the lake. Our group gathered for a leisurely breakfast by the water, the events of the previous day still lingering in the air.

As we sipped on hot coffee and enjoyed the peaceful morning, Danny and I exchanged smiles, our connection from the day before woven into the fabric of our interactions. The teasing from the bonfire had become a shared joke, creating an easy rapport between us.

The day unfolded in a series of moments—swimming in the clear waters, basking in the sun, and simply enjoying the company. As we lounged by the lake, the conversation turned to music, and Danny and I found ourselves discussing our favorite bands, songs, and the essence of what drew us to music in the first place.

In the midst of the laughter and easy conversations, there was an unspoken acknowledgment between us, a silent understanding that went beyond words. The day felt like a continuation of the serendipitous connection that had begun by the lake, and with each passing moment, it deepened

As the day nears its end, Danny suggests a walk up a nearby hill, promising a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape. Intrigued, I agree, and together we embark on a leisurely stroll away from the laughter of the bonfire.

The path takes us through a canopy of trees, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. The air is filled with the soothing sounds of nature—the rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of crickets, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

As we reach the top of the hill, the view unfolds before us, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The lake sparkles in the fading daylight, and the surrounding landscape is painted in shades of orange and pink. It's a scene of serene beauty, and for a moment, we stand in quiet appreciation.

Feeling the magic of the moment, Danny turns to me with a soft smile. "Isn't it amazing?" he says, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the fading sunlight.

I nod in agreement, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The air is charged with a gentle energy, and it feels as if the world has slowed down just for us.

As we stand there, captivated by the view, Danny's hand gently finds mine. The touch is tender, and without a word, he invites me to continue the journey. We follow a winding path to a quieter spot, where the sounds of nature provide a gentle soundtrack to our steps.

Arriving at a secluded spot, surrounded by the beauty of nature, Danny turns to face me. There's a quiet intensity in his gaze—a warmth that goes beyond words. In that moment, as the last rays of the sun paint the sky in hues of pink and orange, he cups my face gently in his hands.

"I've had an incredible time here with you," he says, his voice a soft whisper.

His words hang in the air, and before I can respond, he leans in, capturing my lips in a kiss. It's a kiss filled with innocence and romance, a gentle exploration of the connection that has quietly woven between us. The world around us fades away as we share this intimate moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the quiet symphony of the evening.

As we pull away, there's something in our gaze—a recognition of the subtle magic that has unfolded between us. The hilltop, with its panoramic view and the quiet beauty of the evening, becomes a timeless backdrop to the beginning of something special. Hand in hand, we descend from the hill, leaving behind the twilight and stepping into the promise of what lies ahead.

As we make our way back from the hill, the air is filled with a newfound warmth, and the connection between Danny and me deepens. The journey back is filled with shared laughter, whispered conversations, and a subtle electricity that lingers between us.

Upon returning, the atmosphere has shifted. The subtle touches become more deliberate, and there's an undeniable tension in the air. Danny's hand finds mine naturally, fingers intertwining as if they've found their perfect fit. Our conversations become more intimate, exploring dreams, fears, and the intricacies of our lives.

As the night wears on, the group gradually disperses, leaving Danny and me in a quiet corner. The crackling embers of the bonfire cast a soft glow, creating an intimate space that seems to exist just for us. The air is charged with anticipation, and our closeness becomes magnetic.

Danny's gaze meets mine, a silent invitation that speaks volumes. Without a word, he leans in, and our lips meet in a lingering kiss. The kiss is no longer innocent; it's charged with a growing desire and the recognition of something more profound between us.

Returning home, the excitement was palpable as news spread through the small town that my brothers' band had been booked for a local gig. It was a significant milestone, marking a step closer to their dreams of making it in the music scene. The anticipation bubbled in the air as they prepared for the performance, fine-tuning their setlist and rehearsing tirelessly in our parents' basement.

As the night unfolds, the gig at the local bar proves to be lively and invigorating. The atmosphere is filled with the pulsating rhythm of music, the warmth of laughter, and the collective joy of the crowd. As the evening progresses, I find myself getting swept away by the celebration, and the drinks flow more freely than anticipated.

As the night draws to a close, I realize my brothers have left without me. Feeling a bit disoriented and more than a little tipsy, I turn to Danny for help. He kindly offers to give me a ride home, and we navigate the city streets in the quiet of the night.

Upon reaching my home, a sense of foreboding washes over me as I find the lights off and the door locked. My brothers have unintentionally left me stranded. Panicking, Danny suggests, "You can stay at my place for the night. I won't touch you, I promise."

Grateful for the offer, I accept, and we head to Danny's place. The ride is filled with a mix of quiet contemplation and unspoken tension. As we step into his apartment, the dim light casts a soft glow, and the atmosphere is charged with a blend of awkwardness and vulnerability.

Inside, Danny suggests a cup of tea to soothe the nerves. We sit on the couch, and in the quiet of the room, the unspoken energy between us becomes palpable. Danny, with genuine concern, tries to make me feel at ease, recognizing the unexpected turn of events.

As the night progresses, we find ourselves sharing personal stories, dreams, and fears. The connection deepens, and there's a magnetic pull between us. In a moment of vulnerability, our lips meet in a hesitant kiss. The room seems to hum with a blend of emotions—anticipation, desire, and a shared need for eachother.

Suddenly, I pull away, breathless, revealing my truth. "I've never done this before," I admit, the vulnerability in my voice laying bare my inexperience. "I'm a virgin."

Danny looks at me, his expression softening with understanding. He gently caresses my cheek and says, "I don't think we should do this right now; it's not right."

His words hang in the air, and there's a brief pause. Danny's decision, though unexpected, carries a sense of respect and consideration. The room, once charged with anticipation, is now shrouded in an understanding that the best things in life are worth waiting for.

As the night ends, Danny offers a spare room for me to sleep in. The tension lingers, but there's a newfound understanding between us—one that transcends the physical.

The day after the local gig, embarrassment lingered within me like a heavy cloud, making it difficult to look Danny in the eye. The memory of our intimate moment weighed on my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability. As time passed, however, the atmosphere gradually shifted, and the routine of rehearsals and shared musical passion helped to rebuild a sense of normalcy.

The turning point came when the boys received an invitation to play at a significant music venue in Nashville. The prospect of such an opportunity filled the air with excitement, overshadowing the remnants of embarrassment. We all traveled to Nashville, and as we checked into the hotel, the anticipation of the upcoming gig added an extra layer of excitement.

The night of the performance was nothing short of magical. The big music venue buzzed with energy, the crowd eager to experience the raw talent of my brothers' band. The stage lights illuminated the venue, casting a mesmerizing glow. As the boys played their hearts out, the audience responded with enthusiasm, creating an electric atmosphere.

Unable to take my eyes off the stage, I watched in awe as the music reverberated through the venue. Danny's passion for the drums was evident in every beat, and his energy added a dynamic layer to the performance. God, he was beautiful up there. The gig was a resounding success, leaving an indelible mark on the Nashville music scene.

After the performance, we all went out for dinner to celebrate. The excitement lingered, and a sense of camaraderie filled the air. With the adrenaline of the gig still coursing through our veins, Danny suggested a visit to a beautifully lit garden nearby.

As we walked through the garden, the soft glow of lights creating a romantic ambiance, the atmosphere became charged with a different kind of energy. The initial hesitancy melted away, and beneath the moonlit sky, we shared a kiss—a gentle, affirming connection that transcended any lingering doubts.

Afterwards, we drove back to the hotel in a comfortable silence. In Danny's hotel room, surrounded by the soft hum of city sounds, we delved into deep conversations about music, life, and dreams. The connection between us intensified, and as we shared more intimate moments, the barriers that had once separated us crumbled.

In that hotel room, beneath the city lights of Nashville, our hearts beat in unison. The night unfolded like a melody, each note resonating with the shared rhythm of our connection. As we kissed and touched more intimately, it became clear that the embarrassment of the past couldn't dull the electrifying connection—one that seemed to echo the music that had brought us together in the first place.

Our kisses grew more intense, reflecting the raw emotions that had been building between us. In the heat of the moment, Danny's lips found their way to my neck, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine. The aggression of his kisses was both thrilling and exhilarating, igniting a flame that seemed to burn brighter with every touch.

As he kissed my neck with a fervor, the boundaries between us blurred, and the intensity of the connection we shared became undeniable. The passion in the air heightened, and the room seemed to close in, creating a space where desire and anticipation mingled.

Despite the intensity of the moment, there was a certain tenderness in Danny's touch—a delicate balance between the fierce passion and gentle softness.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I want you more than anything.”

“I want to make you feel how you deserve to feel.”

Leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to the top of my pelvis, he gently pulls my pants down. Laying a kiss on my center over my underwear, the feeling is overwhelming and I let out a soft moan.

His mouth against me becomes increasingly intense until I feel his tongue gently brush against my center, the licks becoming more aggressive.

“Holy fuck that feels amazing.”

“Shh just relax.”

I feet something bubbling my inside me, I grab his hand and he grips around it. He looks up at me through my legs and I melt. The feeling takes over my whole body but he doesn’t relent pushing me over the edge. When I start to come down from the high he goes back to kissing my center and stroking his thumb over my hand.

“Can I please do that again, you taste amazing.”

“Please.”

Going back to licking, this time focusing on my clit, makes my legs shake. I reach for his hand again. Once I started moaning and feel the beginning of that feeling bubbling again, he stops. Opening my eyes and looking to see what was happening, he lifts his finger to his mouth and covers it in saliva and brings it to my entrance

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

“I'll be gentle I promise.”

As soon as I felt his finger enter me, it was too much, digging my nails into his flesh. Suddenly, he stops.

“It's okay, I promise I won't hurt you.”

Relaxing into it, he pushes his finger in slowly till it is all the way. Then he returns his tongue to my clit the feeling Is pure bliss and I was quickly brought to climax again. This time I felt wetness cover his finger, which I could tell made him very happy. Licking his finger clean he leans over me and kisses me so passionately that all the breath was knocked out of me. He gently places his hand around my neck and licks into my mouth the feeling of his tongue is amazing. As I kiss him back, he holds me in place, then takes one hand and squeezes my breast. Taking his time to kiss and touch me, I felt the wetness pooling.

“I want you so bad.”

“Are you sure? We can just leave it here. I promise this was enough for me”

“Please fuck me.”

Just like that, he lines himself up with my opening. Looking in my eyes for any sign of fear, he kisses me deeply on the lips and pushes himself inside of me. Feeling the stretch instantly filling me up, I moaned into his mouth. he waits a little while for me to get used to his size, then slowly pushes himself deeper and deeper until it is all the way inside. kissing my neck, he slowly starts to pull out and push back in until I get used to the feeling. Moans quickly leave my mouth, and I claw at his back at the feeling, and I feel myself getting wetter.

“You feel so fucking good.” he moans into my ear.

“Such a good girl.”

As soon I could feel myself about to cum, he holds me tighter, relentlessly pounding deeper and deeper.

“I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum for me angel.”

Just like that I come undone, tensing around his cock.

“you're going to make me cum too.”

His cock twitches inside me as he cums, he pulls out and sends cum all over me. Getting up he gets a warm washcloth and cleans me up. He pulls me into a big bear hug and kisses my cheek. The feeling is so peaceful knowing Danny will always be there for me. I can trust him and know he wouldn't let me down. He plays with my hair until I fall asleep. Drifting off, I think to myself, I can't wait to try everything with danny.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fleet fic #gvf #gvf smut

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bebepac · 2 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday 03.26.23

Ooooh. Boy.. Here we go. Some of you all may remember this chick. Well she’s back messing with stuff again. I apologize in advance for some of the snippets you’re going to see today.

Things I’ve written lately:

The Cordonian Arrangement: Shattered Heart

The Cordonian Arrangement: Memories of You

The Vampires Live On: Part 3

Original Post: 03/26/23 at 8:01PM EST

The Book: TRR Chapter 8: Garden Party Photo Op Series: The Life Of Riley: Book 2 Pairings: Liam x Riley Status: Still in the writing process.

Special Request fic :) and has a companion chapter to Heroes and Villians

She smiled when she woke up yet again, amongst the soft plush covers and mattress that felt like she was sleeping on clouds. Opening her eyes, she glanced around the ornately decorated room. Waking up there every morning always felt like she was in a dream. She jumped up ,from her bed running over to the balcony, throwing open the doors, as if she expected the gardens below not to be visible. But it was, every single morning. She had been in Cordonia a little more than three weeks; the ending of the first week at the palace where she was participating in Prince Liam’s social season. She was living her own Cinderella story thanks to Prince Liam Rys, who after spending the night with her in New York, asked her to come visit him in Cordonia for a week, and then asked her to stay..

She was not the only one living their own Cinderella story that had Liam to thank. A young Nicolas Karahalios had everything he owned packed in a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and was standing at the palace gates waiting for entry.

“Full name, and state your business at the palace.”

“Karahalios, Nicolas A. I’m training for the Kingsguard.”

The sentry took out a clip board and scrolled through the names. Nico sighed in relief when the guard picked up a pen and checked his name off the list.

“Right on time, head through those double doors there to take your photo for your level two identification, and from there, you’ll go to uniforms for your cadet attire.”

“Thank you.”

“Good luck, kid.” The guard nodded to him, opening the gate.

“Thank you, Sir!”

Nico slid the strap of his bag up higher on his shoulder and stood in amazement as the palace gates opened for him. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Nico was officially on palace soil for the first time.

“Come in Maxwell!” Riley said when she heard his knock.

Maxwell smiled as he walked through the door.

“You know, we have to stop meeting this way.”

Maxwell laughed but the door remained open for Bertrand to walk through. Riley tried to hide her annoyance.

“Yes Bertrand, what did I do wrong now?”

He looked her over.

“Nothing that I can tell as of yet, but you did just wake up, which already means you have a late start.”

“Still getting used to the time difference.”

“That didn’t matter last night when you were at the dive bar drinking with Drake Walker acting like you’re still a college student.”

“You’re acting like your brother Maxwell wasn’t there too.”

“Little Blossom! Way to throw me under the bus!”

“I feel like I’m the only one taking this whole arrangement seriously, keeping you two in check is like herding cats.”

“Meow.”

Maxwell chuckled.

“Do not encourage her Maxwell.”

The Book: TRR Part 4: The Vampires Live On Series: The Vampires Live On Pairings: Liam x Riley (in this decade) Gabriel x Alice in the past. Status: Still in the writing process.

Gabriel consoled me as I cried.

“Are you happy we made it here?”

“Very happy. I promise these are happy tears. I felt like I was robbed of the opportunity to give her a proper goodbye.”

Gabriel looked visibly hurt by my words. I grabbed his arm to reassure him.

“It was not your fault, you did what you had to do to keep me safe, to keep us safe. I understand why you did it. Though, it still does not sway how I felt and have felt all of these years. The world should be more evolved, and it’s not. And because it wasn’t, I couldn’t even say a proper farewell to my sister, when I really needed to do it.”

“The world never changes. Yes, there is a lot more technology now that has made life remarkably easier, but the core of people… never change. I have walked this earth for long enough to realize that.”

“The things you’ve seen I can’t even imagine, especially in the earlier years.”

“Yes, it was quite a different time. I must leave for a little bit, but I will return shortly, then we will go out for dinner.”

From the time Gabriel left to the time he returned all I had thought about was Clara and the picture of the two of us.

“I have a present for you.”

He held out a small wrapped box for me to take.

“What is this?”

“Something you really wanted, and deserved to have.”

“This is so sweet.”

When I tore open the box, inside, was the framed picture of me and Clara.

“Gabriel….”

“You deserve more than just to see Clara in only your dreams. This picture should lie with her family and now it does, and if you look closely, you can see Maxwell in it as well, and he’s looking at Clara, smiling.”

“He loved her so much.”

“He did. And you can see it as clear as day here.”

The Book: TRF Part 8: Where Do We Go From Here? The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement Pairings Former Riley x Nico (Riley X M!OC) Liam x Riley? Status: Still in the writing process.

It was barely dawn and the sun was only creeping slightly through the windows. When she moved, his embrace tightened, pulling her back close to him, leaning in, to kiss her neck. Still waking from her slumber, it felt like a typical morning that she had lived every day when waking in his arms was commonplace. Riley moaned softly as he continued to gently nibble her neck, pressing her body into his.

“Let’s stay in bed. Don’t go…." she mumbled in her sleep. “Stay with me.”

“Always.”

His voice made her immediately leave that place of pre woke slumber to soberingly wide awake, quickly pulling away from him.

“Liam….”

Fully awake, all the memories of the last few months, and from last night flooded back to her in a wave.

Observing the shock and almost disappointment in her eyes, shielding her bare body from him with the sheet, Liam knew.

“That wasn’t intended for me, was it?”

She didn’t want to lie to him, and she couldn’t look him in the face either.

“No… I’m…. sorry….” She headed towards the door still draped in the sheet from the bed.

“Riley, we need to talk about this. There’s a reason you came to me last night. It felt right for us to be together that way.”

“For a brief second, this morning I forgot the horror that has been these last 3 months that has been my life. Last night, I was lonely… I wanted to feel…. Connected to someone again. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No… I don’t regret it… but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a mistake. It was a mistake Liam. We have way too much history for me to think that you would simply be okay with this.”

“We made love last night Riley.”

“We… didn’t. It was just sex. I’m still in love with my husband.” Glancing down at her ring on her finger that she was still wearing.

“Your husband is dead.”

Riley gasped in shock. Liam immediately wanted to take the words back.

“Who are you?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like it came out Riley. Forgive me, I didn’t mean it Riley. I promise you I didn’t.”

“Get out of my house.”

“Riley…. We’re supposed to take Angelo to the zoo today.”

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!!!”

#bebepac writes #six sentence sunday #always more than six #cfwc sunday six #the cordonian arrangement #the vampires live on #the life of riley #riley goes to cordonia #heroes and villans #choices fanfiction #trr fanfic #trr fandom #liam x riley #riley x nico #liam and riley throughout the centuries

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bellewintersroe · 2 years ago

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James ‘Moe’ Alley x nurse Jenny OC- Headcannons - Part 2. Moe, Liebgott, Jenny and Alice all go on a fourway date but things don’t go according to plan. There’s a slight blip in what could’ve blossomed into a super unproblematic relationship cos I loveeee angst and drama 😏.

So picture this right, it’s 2 weeks later, a Friday evening after the boys have just run Currahee endlessly, and both nurses have been in training all day. Liebgott for some reason finally takes up Moe’s request.

but the only problem? Liebgott and Alice DONT LIKE EACH OTHER. So both of them are only in it for the other people, and in the process they drink a little too much to pluck up some courage because oh boy this is gonna be awkward.

Moe’s angry from the second he meets up with a drunken Liebgott, Jenny’s trying to calm a FURIOUS Alice down, and by the time it gets around to the date everybody’s a nervous wreck.

But Moe and Jenny are still so cute, they’re literally pining after one another and they don’t know it.

Things are going kinda okay, apart from the fact Liebgott is making digs at Alice and Alice is rolling her eyes at everything she’s saying, Moe finally starts feeling a little more confident about making conversation.

they’re all young at this point, slightly immature so they’re chatting a lottttt of shit about Sobel, okay. Things seem to be going back on track. Jenny’s all like ‘Sobel hates me because I actually wanna look like a girl’.

then Moe slips out some cute little compliment like, ‘at least you look good when you’re getting reprimanded’ and they have a little moment where they’re just giggling and sharing ehe contact, but it’s ruined when drunken Lieb knocks a drink all over both girls.

Alice gets all pissed because she’s equally as drunk, and then Joe gets pissed back at her, then more drinks are thrown and they’re full fledged ARGUING.

Moe is internally plotting 101 ways for Liebgott to DIE. Seriously, it becomes the Alice and Joe show for the next hour and a half as the four of them have to share the most awkward cab ride ever.

Moe and Jenny don’t even get to sit next to each other because Alice is squashed between them, whilst Joe is in the front seat shouting over the chair back.

Its just one big mess.

I feel like towards the end of the night, once Alice has gone inside her barracks, Moe kinda lingers sheepishly (because there was probably no mixing allowed idk). And then Jenny would slip back out of the door so she could finally speak to him.

‘Hey’ she’d greet him so gently and Moe thinks he’s gonna melt into a puddle.

‘Hey uh, sorry for tonight. Didn’t realise those two despised each other.’ He’d sigh out and she’d smile gently, eyes lingering towards where Joe is hunched over.

her eyes narrow and oh not again, ‘I think he’s being sick’ ‘Who?’ ‘Liebgott. Again.’ ‘Son of a- I’m sorry about all this, I uh- I better go.’ It’s super awkward and it’s such a let down, Moe fears he’s just given her the worst date of her LIFE. With a gentle smile and a soft ‘see you later, Moe’ the night ends as dissatisfying as ever’.

the next day whys it kinda awkward? They’re all doing physical examinations on the boy and Liebgott jumps straight out of Alice’s queue, forcing Moe out of Jenny’s line.

it some how feels like it’s not meant to be, and Moe being slightly more sensitive than some other people, feels super disheartened. He thinks his chances are straight out of the window, and he’s positive Talbert or Skip or something with a bigger personality is just gonna snatch you up.

All he can think about is her perfect goddamn face and smile, despite everything that happened that night he just sees the absolute best in you, and you plague his mind the whole evening.

I feel like the next time they see each other it’s super awkward? Like it’s just a short meeting, maybe they’re passing by each other, but once or twice Alley might pretend not to see Jenny and it hurts her feelings so then she truly feels embarrassed after the date.

the date went down the drain, and so did both their hopes. There’s still a mutual pining there, but I highly doubt after the disaster of the date either of them kinda put themselves out there afterwards?

kinda sad but it happens but yolo, still early days, stay tuned for part 3 and maybeee there’s gonna be some good? Maybe not.

#band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #Band of brothers headcannons #Band of brothers #James alley #james moe alley #james moe alley x reader #moe alley x reader #James alley x reader #Joe liebgott

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mutifandomlover · 2 years ago

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30 DAYS WRITING CHALLENGE.

Day 8:Write about finding a new hobby.

From:@creativepromptsforwriting.

Title:Killing Time.

Ryuji Rylan was sitting on his bed in his bedroom. He hadn't been able to leave his room ever since he got into that accident. It paralyzed most of his body with the exception of his head and hands. He couldn't do all the things that he used to do, like riding his scooter or playing jump rope. Ryuji was bored out of his mind. He didn't want to stay in bed all day.

One day, his brother came in with something in his bag.

"Hey Ryuji."

"Hi Enzan."

"How was your day?"

"Boring."

"Of course it was."

"There's nothing to do!"

"I can't do anything I like!"

"I wanna go out on my scooter!"

"Hey, you know you can't because you can't move your legs."

"Whatever."

Enzan pulled a book out from his bag.

"I was looking through the library today and found something that you might like."

"A book?"

"Bleh!"

"Books are for nerds!"

Enzan just chuckled at his little brother and ruffled his hair.

"It's about a group of people that are living in a mansion for a certain amount of time."

"That sounds boring!"

"They are forced to participate in a game where there's a chance that someone could die."

"Are you making that up?"

"Nope."

"You want me to read it to you?"

"I'm not a little kid Enzan."

"Yes you are, you're eight."

"I'm not that little."

"Enzan, I need your help with something!"

"Mom needs me."

"I'll leave this here in case you change your mind."

Enzan set the book down on the nightstand and went downstairs to help his mom. It took Ryuji about ten minutes to pick up the book. He began to read it. He couldn't put it down. He felt like he was in another world. When Enzan came back with Ryuji's dinner, he had already finished reading the book.

"I thought you said reading was for nerds."

"It was better than I thought it was."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, the main character is this boy named Echo and he meets all these interesting kids in the mansion."

Ryuji started ranting about the book while Enzan tried to feed him.

"Alright, stop before talking while eating you weirdo."

"Can I keep the book?"

"It's from the library, Ryuji. I have to return it next week."

"Please?"

"I'll see if I can find the same book for sale at the store, okay?"

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Yay!"

Ever since that day until his disappearance, Ryuji read a lot of books with his big brother. A few days before Ryuji disappeared, Enzan brought him the first book that he read to him.

"It took awhile but I finally found it."

"Yay!"

"So, how about we read it together?"

"Okay!"

They read the book together over the weekend. Enzan came home after school to find that his brother was gone. He went and knocked on his sister, Sakura, bedroom door.

"What?"

"Where's Ryuji?"

"I don't know where the little rat is, ask mom and dad."

Enzan went downstairs to the living room where his mom and dad were.

"Hey mom, dad?"

"Yes son?"

"Where's Ryuji?"

"Your little brother?"

"Should I tell him or...?"

"Don't worry honey, I got this."

Enzan's mom grabbed her son's hands and led him to the couch. They sat down and Enzan braced himself for the worst.

"Your brother was taken to a very special camp for kids like him."

"What?"

"It's a great place, your brother will have lots of fun there!"

"So, he's not dead?"

"No, of course not sweetie!"

"We were going to tell you earlier, but we were running late to drop him off, and you were already at school, so we decided to wait."

"Can I visit him?"

"Sorry, kiddo, they don't accept visitors there."

"Strange policy but I guess it's for the kids safety in case someone tries to sneak in and cause trouble."

"Where is it?"

"It doesn't matter where he went."

Sakura stood behind the couch.

"All that matters is that he's gone now, he's no longer a burden to us, right dad?"

"You bet my little cherry blossom."

Enzan just stared at his dad and sister in shock. He knew his sister was always rude to Ryuji, but he never thought that his dad would say things like that about him.

"The burden on our chest is gone, and we can rest easily knowing that he'll be the happiest kid on earth."

"What about his room."

"I say we burn his stuff."

"No!"

"Now, Sakura, we will not be burning things in this house."

"Enzan can choose what to do with Ryuji's room and stuff since he got most of it for him."

"I...I think I'll turn it into a library and a work-study for me."

"Nice idea kiddo!"

"We'll leave you to it."

Enzan went up to his brother's room and sat down next to the bed before breaking down in tears. He spent all that time with Ryuji just for them to take him away from him. He knew something was wrong with their story. He kept hearing his brother's voice in the back of his head. One day, he saw him sitting on the bed, reading his favorite book. When Enzan went to touch him, he disappeared. His spirit was here, and he wanted to talk to him, but he didn't know how. He knew someone who did, though. He went to the Paranormal Investigator club that was at his school to find the club leader. She was the only one who could help him. He needed to know the truth about his brother. He needed to know what happened to him.

#original character #dropkickwritersblock #writing challenge #writing #short story #april challenge

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qnewsau · 5 months ago

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Matildas: How Tameka Yallop's partner helped her come out

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/matildas-how-tameka-yallops-partner-helped-her-come-out/

Matildas: How Tameka Yallop's partner helped her come out

Ahead of the Paris Olympics officially beginning this weekend, QNews spoke to Queensland-based Matildas player Tameka Yallop about her career, how her partner helped her come out and her hopes for the team.

Although Tameka Yallop was born in Orange, New South Wales we can certainly claim her as a Queenslander.

At five years old she moved to the Gold Coast and it wasn’t long until she found soccer.

“I would follow my brother down to the to our local football club, which was Mudgeeraba Soccer Club and I met a coach there who was like ‘Yeah, jump into my boys’ team’ and he sort of took me from under sixes all the way to under 13s,” she says.

Just a few years later Tameka played her first game for the Matildas at just 16 years old.

Since that debut in 2007, she has seen the women’s game go through monumental growth.

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I think post-World Cup and the World Cup itself is something that I was never expecting to see,” she says.

“It’s something that we sort of dreamt of for women’s football, to grow into, but for it to explode like it has and to do that in my career has been absolutely wild.”

Her sexuality

It’s not just women’s football that has grown in that time, it’s also Tameka’s own empowerment as an out queer athlete.

“I definitely struggled with it when I was younger and that was kind of more so with my own family,” she says.

“When I was playing football, my teammates all knew and understood. It was something that I was more scared to tell my family because it wasn’t something that they had experience with or sort of knew anyone that that was gay.”

A turning point came when meeting her now wife Kirsty Yallop when playing together as teammates at a club in Norway.

Their relationship blossomed to the point that Tameka wanted her family to know who she was and who Kirsty was to her.

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“I was like ‘I think I’m going to spend the rest of my life with this person,’ okay, now it should be something that my family knows,” she says.

“It was meeting the right person, and at the right time, that gave me the courage to open it up to my family, but also to be fully comfortable with it myself to be so out and open with it.”

The pair married in 2019 and welcomed their daughter Harley in 2020.

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Success on the pitch

Her marriage and her daughter may be some of Tameka’s proudest achievements, but the World Cup in 2023 and that penalty shoot-out are right up there as well.

In Australia’s epic win over France on penalties, Tameka was the seventh Matilda to step up to the line where if she missed, Australia would have been knocked out.

She handled the pressure and scored, helping Australia win through to the semi-finals of a World Cup for the first time.

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When I ask her if she looks back and wonders how she did it, she does reflect on how big the moment was.

“To be honest, I’ve had nightmares where I’ve missed and I’ve been like, holy crap,” she says laughing.

“I think that was kind of more on the enormity of it, just seeing all the statistics of the views, how many people tuned in to watch it and then it kind of like weighs on you like how many other people would have felt my devastation.”

“That’s kind of what blows your mind.”

Culture of the Matildas

The success of the Matildas Tameka put down to the accepting and positive culture of the team.

“We’re about inclusiveness of everyone and diversity of no matter who was coming into the team, and what their beliefs were, what their cultural backgrounds were, I think it was more just making sure that our space was open and honest,” she says with pride.

“We realised that if we want to be competitive at football, we all need to be able to perform at our best and you do that by being comfortable. So we wanted it to be a comfortable environment. I think that’s what we are today.”

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Tameka also chose the World Cup to be the time to return home to Australia and her family after playing overseas. She currently plays for Brisbane Roar, the same club she started her professional career with.

“I have my young daughter who’s just got her first football boots and running around on the grass at the club that I started with. it’s a pinch yourself moment and kind of full circle,” she says.

Paris will be Tameka’s third Olympic Games and there’s no hiding the ambition of the Matildas.

“We’ve all sort of openly been saying that we’re chasing that medal. We came fourth in Tokyo, and then the World Cup, fourth place as well. I think it’s fair to say that we do have that deep desire to actually have something tangible,” she says with determination.

The Matildas lost their first game against Germany but will be looking to bounce back against Zambia on Monday morning.

You can follow Tameka @tamekayallop and the @Matildas on Instagram.

More on the Matildas:

Sam Kerr officially ruled out of Paris Olympic Games

Matildas star Caitlin Foord and girlfriend go Insta-official

Matildas star Katrina Gorry welcomes second child with fiancée Clara Markstedt

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

#Lesbian #matildas #Queensland

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bluecookiedisaster · 11 months ago

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Anger, jealousy, lust.

Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?

Yeah.

- What is wrong with you?!

- It's a bug.

He's not bothering anybody.

Get out of here, you creep!

What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?

Yeah, it was. How did you know?

It felt like about 10 pages.

Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.

You've really got that

down to a science.

- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.

- I'll bet.

What in the name

of Mighty Hercules is this?

How did this get here?

Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,

Ray Liotta Private Select?

- Is he that actor?

- I never heard of him.

- Why is this here?

- For people. We eat it.

You don't have

enough food of your own?

- Well, yes.

- How do you get it?

- Bees make it.

- I know who makes it!

And it's hard to make it!

There's heating, cooling, stirring.

You need a whole Krelman thing!

- It's organic.

- It's our-ganic!

It's just honey, Barry.

Just what?!

Bees don't know about this!

This is stealing! A lot of stealing!

You've taken our homes, schools,

hospitals! This is all we have!

And it's on sale?!

I'm getting to the bottom of this.

I'm getting to the bottom

of all of this!

Hey, Hector.

- You almost done?

- Almost.

He is here. I sense it.

Well, I guess I'll go home now

and just leave this nice honey out,

with no one around.

You're busted, box boy!

I knew I heard something.

So you can talk!

I can talk.

And now you'll start talking!

Where you getting the sweet stuff?

Who's your supplier?

I don't understand.

I thought we were friends.

The last thing we want

to do is upset bees!

You're too late! It's ours now!

You, sir, have crossed

the wrong sword!

You, sir, will be lunch

for my iguana, Ignacio!

Where is the honey coming from?

Tell me where!

Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!

Orazy person!

What horrible thing has happened here?

These faces, they never knew

what hit them. And now

they're on the road to nowhere!

Just keep still.

What? You're not dead?

Do I look dead? They will wipe anything

that moves. Where you headed?

To Honey Farms.

I am onto something huge here.

I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,

crazy stuff. Blows your head off!

I'm going to Tacoma.

- And you?

- He really is dead.

All right.

Uh-oh!

- What is that?!

- Oh, no!

- A wiper! Triple blade!

- Triple blade?

Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!

Why does everything have

to be so doggone clean?!

How much do you people need to see?!

Open your eyes!

Stick your head out the window!

From NPR News in Washington,

I'm Oarl Kasell.

But don't kill no more bugs!

- Bee!

- Moose blood guy!!

- You hear something?

- Like what?

Like tiny screaming.

Turn off the radio.

Whassup, bee boy?

Hey, Blood.

Just a row of honey jars,

as far as the eye could see.

Wow!

I assume wherever this truck goes

is where they're getting it.

I mean, that honey's ours.

- Bees hang tight.

- We're all jammed in.

It's a close community.

Not us, man. We on our own.

Every mosquito on his own.

- What if you get in trouble?

- You a mosquito, you in trouble.

Nobody likes us. They just smack.

See a mosquito, smack, smack!

At least you're out in the world.

You must meet girls.

Mosquito girls try to trade up,

get with a moth, dragonfly.

Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.

You got to be kidding me!

Mooseblood's about to leave

the building! So long, bee!

- Hey, guys!

- Mooseblood!

I knew I'd catch y'all down here.

Did you bring your crazy straw?

We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,

and it's pretty much pure profit.

What is this place?

A bee's got a brain

the size of a pinhead.

They are pinheads!

Pinhead.

- Oheck out the new smoker.

- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.

The Thomas 3000!

Smoker?

Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.

Twice the nicotine, all the tar.

A couple breaths of this

knocks them right out.

They make the honey,

and we make the money.

"They make the honey,

and we make the money"?

Oh, my!

What's going on? Are you OK?

Yeah. It doesn't last too long.

Do you know you're

in a fake hive with fake walls?

Our queen was moved here.

We had no choice.

This is your queen?

That's a man in women's clothes!

That's a drag queen!

What is this?

Oh, no!

There's hundreds of them!

Bee honey.

Our honey is being brazenly stolen

on a massive scale!

This is worse than anything bears

have done! I intend to do something.

Oh, Barry, stop.

Who told you humans are taking

our honey? That's a rumor.

Do these look like rumors?

That's a conspiracy theory.

These are obviously doctored photos.

How did you get mixed up in this?

He's been talking to humans.

- What?

- Talking to humans?!

He has a human girlfriend.

And they make out!

Make out? Barry!

We do not.

- You wish you could.

- Whose side are you on?

The bees!

I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.

Those crazy legs kept me up all night.

glad that im not popular enough to have an evil shadow version of my blog that exists just to make contradictions on my posts

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icallhimjoey · 2 years ago

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hello! ♥️

i am not the same anon who requested Homesickness but boy, am I happy they did! It was so amazing, the way the reader moulded to Joe's personality, my heart was blossoming. Do you think you would ever consider writing a second part to it? I would totally want to read about their meeting. I bet it would be so soft and like 'we both know that we know how we feel about one another so let's just kiss already'.

thank you for putting all your stuff out here for us to read. you are most definitely my favourite writer.

girlieeeeee thanks for this, i had so much fun writing it - you don't have to read Homesick for this to make sense, but you're obviously allowed to if you must - hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 1.7K ---

Surprise

Your legs were practically shaking with excitement, knees clicking in and out of over-stretching. You were stood in the arrival hall of the airport, waiting for Joe to walk through the sliding doors of the baggage claim, and he was taking too long for your liking.

It had been too long, and you had told Joe you weren’t going to be able to pick him up, because you had work. Lies. You had made sure to take the day off well before Joe had even left the country for his trip to LA. There was no way you were going to let Joe slump into a taxi after a ten hour flight. The last leg before arriving home was always the worst part of traveling, and you wanted to hear all about Joe’s adventures. Or let him nap in your passenger seat. Either way; you wanted to see him.

Every time the sliding doors opened you envisioned a tired Joe walking through, but so far, it had been unfamiliar faces on unfamiliar people and the anticipation grew in the pit of your stomach.

You knew by reason it shouldn’t really have affected you this much, your sweaty hands totally surprised you, because after all, you and Joe were just friends. No matter how much people used to get on your back about it, it's what you were to each other. Friends.

It had gotten to the point where you couldn’t even look at Joe without someone nudging you teasingly afterwards. You remember a moment a while back when Joe had gotten something in his eye, an eyelash curled the wrong way, and you’d spotted it, so as the kind friend that you were to Joe, you’d lent in close to carefully remove it from poking straight into his eyeball. All the while your attentive hands worked at his teary eye, your friends had been sat beside you, knocking their knees together and nodding towards you, all thinking the same thing: bestie, that’s girlfriend behaviour. The fact that Joe accepted it so easily, even asked you if you could see anything in his eye to rope you in close to him, hadn’t helped your case at all.

Or your colleague who had done her very best to set you up on a date that you had reluctantly accepted after the pestering carried on for weeks. And he'd been a nice lad. Good looking, sort of funny and kind. He just hadn't been Joe. And you had scoffed at your colleague who had heard from her friend that he couldn't see you anymore because it was clear you already were in love with someone else. You had promised her that you hadn't been. Because you weren't, you sternly told yourself.

The doors slid open again, and behind a couple of other people, you could see Joe’s fluffy golden curls, his tired eyes and the phone that was in his hand, which he seemed to be checking something on. He hadn’t expected you to be there, so his eyes didn’t wander, he just simply followed the path towards the exit the people in front of him set out, until you blocked it.

“Surprise!” you held both your arms out wide with a huge smile plastered onto your face.

Joe jumped at your sudden loud voice, and it took him a second to find his breath before he registered that he was staring at you. He then let go of the suitcase he had been dragging behind him of which the handle smacked loudly against the tiles. It was followed by his phone which fell from his hand when he grabbed onto your shoulders and forcefully pulled you in, colliding hard with his chest. The fact that you hadn’t seen him smile, combined with the absolute fervour that he clamped onto you with, had you worried. This tight desperate squeeze you'd been yanked into felt like something was wrong.

Also, you were sure that Joe’d just shattered his phone, and you were blocking the path for other travelers who were trying to exit the building with their heavy bags and suitcases. Your head was tilted up, unable to move under Joe’s firm grip on you, so you couldn’t see the annoyed faces of people trying to walk past you, but you were sure that you were getting looks.

“Long flight?” was all you managed to say, not sure of what else would be appropriate. You felt Joe's fists push into the muscles of your back.

“I’ve not slept in fifty-three hours.” Joe spoke into your ear and your heart broke when you heard him sniffle. He was crying.

"Your phone," your voice sounded constricted. Joe was quite literally pushing all the air out of your lungs.

"I know." Joe replied, yet he didn't move or lessen the strength with which he was holding you.

You stood there for entirely too long a time. Especially too long for a pair of friends, and with every passing second you dared to let your suspicions about what was going on inside Joe's mind grow.

"Excuse me," someone who couldn't get past grumpily said behind Joe, and he finally let go of you, quickly covering his face with his arm, nose digging into the crook of his elbow as he dried his wet eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

You bent over to pick up the suitcase and the phone - it miraculously looked fine and you handed it back to Joe who loudly sniffed before clearing his throat.

"Sorry, I just... yes. It was a long flight." he gave you a wet laugh.

"Come on, let's go." you didn't give Joe back his suitcase, you'd carry it, and instead held out your arm for him to hook his through. He didn't, alternatively opting to wrap an arm around your shoulders as you fell into step together.

"What did you have to do that for? You couldn't just let me know beforehand that you'd come pick me up, could you?" you could hear Joe smile a little, the embarrassment of his emotional reaction behind him now.

"Wouldn't have been a surprise if I had," you joked, looking up at him. His nose was still a little red. Cute, you thought. "Fifty-three hours, huh?"

"It definitely feels like fifty-three hours." Joe groaned, slumping his shoulders and falling slightly into you for effect.

You stopped walking and bent forward a little, bending your knees in a wide stance. "I'll carry you, hop on," you joked, nodding your head for Joe to get up on your back for a piggy-back ride to your car. It made Joe sputter a laugh. Joe's hands found both your shoulders and squeezed into them tightly, pushing for you to keep walking with him following suit. "You've no idea how much I've missed you."

"Yea?" you stepped onto an escalator that would take you down into the carpark. Joe stepped in front and with the height difference between the two of you, you found yourselves at eye level with each other.

"Are you joking?" Joe asked, eyebrows raised high and face resting in a cute pout. He'd been on the phone with you daily, especially towards the end of his trip. The fact that he missed you was hardly a secret he'd kept from you. When you didn't audibly respond to his question, Joe continued. "Come on, you know how I feel about you."

Did you, though?

You were afraid to assume.

"I do?" you asked coyly, prompting Joe to cock his head to the side as he gave you a look.

Oh. So you did.

"You do." Joe confidently said, agreeing with what he'd seen in your eyes before being forced to turn around as you'd reached the bottom of the escalator. You had to make sure to move swiftly with his suitcase to step off safely yourself. Joe then took it from your hands and turned his body around it so his free arm was now on your side of him.

And that's when Joe held out his hand to you. Without second thought you took hold of it like a friend would, hands folded together as if in a handshake. Joe wouldn't have it, groaned a little, clearly annoyed with you, and slid his hand free of yours before trying again and interlacing your fingers with his this time. "Hold it as if you love me,"

It made you giggle a little. "As if I love you," you repeated, hinting at the fact that you didn't have to act as if you loved him, because you simply did actually love him. Joe grinned at you and squeezed your fingers - it made your chest swell.

You spotted your car and made its headlights blink as you pressed the button on your keys. After putting Joe's suitcase in the back, you made your way to the front and got into the driver's seat as Joe made his way to the passenger's side. And when you both got in, sat down and slammed the doors shut, you looked at each other. The sudden silence and faux-privacy of being in a car together made your stomach do cartwheels.

"I don't want to take advantage of the situation. You've been awake for fifty-three hours." you said, slowly leaning in.

"I was lying, I slept all throughout the flight. I just love you a lot." Joe confessed the real reason behind your emotional reunion, slowly moving to meet you half way.

"I know, you doze of on five minute car rides, you could never stay awake on a ten hour flight, especially not in business class."

A short silence fell but was quickly interrupted when you absolutely launched yourselves at each other, lips crashing into a strong kiss that was all teeth, clambering hands, heavy breaths thick with the fearful desperation of the moment. The lie that you'd held onto for forever, and of which you were the last ones to believe in, ceased to exist.

Now, you and Joe used to be just friends. ---

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supernatural-bias · 2 years ago

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—THE FILL IN

—Getting called up to be a stand in mic operator was something they were used to. Being a stand in that is. But working on the most popular show at Buzzfeed all about the supernatural proves for an interesting experience. In more ways than one.

—Word count: 2.7k

—Extra: tagging @beep-beep1

It would have been nice to get a heads up.

I mean, (Y/n) was used to random calls durring spotty times in the day. To come be a stand in for this that or the other was their job after all. The sole purpose of their jobs contract was to litteraly be a substitute for whatever called. They'd been on sets as things from a water boy to just a cam guy and still got paid the same.

But this was a little out of the blue. Being called up at four in the morning (read again: four in the goddamn morning) for an emergency job to some fucking—mental, obscure, supposedly haunted, insane assylum in the middle of the country? Just to film?

Still, who were they to deny working along side the most popular show at the office right now. Anyone would be lying if they didn't say that Buzzfeed Unsolved was carrying the corporation at this point. Aside from the Try Guys that is.

Personally (Y/n) saw why they, they being the fans and people who tuned in, thought that way. In fact, in one of the earlier instances of their start for working at Buzzfeed, they had been on one of the first ever filmings for that show and had met Ryan Bergara before—allowing them to see why such a large amount of people had taken a liking to him. Ryan was a kind fellow, if a bit of a wimp when it came to interacting or even thinking about interacting, with spirits—along with some other guy that would sit by his side. All they had remembered was that he had a beard and redish-brown hair. And that he had quit the show a few episodes in opting for a replacement, not finding it that much his style.

Of course, (Y/n) being (Y/n), had to try and remember all this on the drive towards the sets location. It had been a year or two since that initial interaction after all, and they tended to not do their reasearch. Classic.

Aching feet touched a gravely asphalt road as they stepped out of their car with an almost inaudible groan, still stretching the exhaustion out of their bones from this mornings quite litteral wake up call. They would have to either set their phone on silent next time, or be prepared to cuss out anyone who's not their boss on the other end. Emphasis on the not their boss part.

Still, they rubbed their eyes while walking up to a hotel in front of them. It was nothing they hadn't seen before when traveling for work. Just a small, cream colored thing that was probably on its last limb, jumping paycheck to paycheck just to tie up loose ends if they had to guess.

They had been given directions via email this morning to meet up with Ryan before any shooting had begun. The team had wanted (Y/n) to know what was going on before just diving headfirst into an episode riddled with spirits and dumbassery.

Yeah. Probably a good decision. It was too early in the morning for any dumbassery.

All the same, they found themself in front of two rooms with faux gold numbers on them, the sickly yellow paint chipping from some corners. Both presumably Ryan and another guys room, Shane, they belived, based on the message that had popped up in their inbox.

Jeez (Y/n) hoped they weren't secretly a pair of giant assholes.

A quick knock on the peeling doors gave way to one, then two, swinging open with their respective residents quickly assessing their summoner.

It took Ryan a second, standing bleary eyed and disheviled in his rooms doorway, but eventually his eyes lit up.

"Oh hey! I remember you! Corporate told me we'd be getting a stand in for Jake." A friendly smile blossomed on his face, bringing his almond shaped eyes into a squint with the effort.

(Y/n) just nodded at him with a slow grin, choosing to assume Jake was the mic guy they'd be standing in for durring filming. They took note of the way Ryan spoke with a mix of polite professionalism and genuine joy, finding it a nice change of pace from the dry orders and comments they normally received at work.

This guy on the other hand—

"Ohh so you're the jack of all trades!" Somebody else had entered the scene durring the brief exchange between Ryan and (Y/n). A very tall somebody, practically reaching the tippy top of his hotel doorframe.

From in his own private domicile, Ryan shot Shane a look of disbelief and disappointment. But (Y/n) had to resist the urge to snort out loud.

It was funny to say the least, to have this random guy that looked more like a homeless dude crossed with a stereotypical white dad, call them the Jack Of All Trades at eight in the morning with the stupidest smile they had ever seen from someone.

Goddamn he was one goofy motherfucker.

“Really, man? Everytime. I swear—” Ryan sighed, but his face lit up again when he looked back over at (Y/n).

“So! Basically I’ve heard that this place well be heading out to is pretty haunted. Have been doing a lot of research this past week about it, so I dragged my buddy Shane all the way out here to investigate with me!” He said, basically bouncing on his heels with far too much excitement for the early morning hour. The person across from him nodded, casually admiting they knew how the show worked from the snippets they had seen.

“You’ll be hanging out with us all night, er, day I guess, trying to get some sleep. So be prepared for a lot of headaches. Little miss ghost hunter got plenty of sleep on the way here so he's ready and rearing to go.” Shane sighed, motioning his head towards Ryan. Ryan pretended not to notice, opening his door up wider.

“Here, you can get your stuff set up in here!” Thanking him, they stepped in. It was a bit new to say the least, staying in another person's room less than five minutes after meeting them, but worse had happened to them. And besides, less than average budgets were often used on shows that required a lot of traveling, like this one.

Once entering the small hotel room (Y/n) realized there was a door connecting the two boy’s rooms. They also noticed a large pile of various mic stuff in the far side of the room, conveniently placed on top of what they assumed would be their bed. Suppose somebody had thought it was best to think ahead.

Whilst sitting on the ground in a kindergarden remanicent criss cross applesauce pose, their fingers would halt every now and then from untangling wires. A feeling of something pricking the back of their neck would alert then of an unsettling feeling. Almost like they were being watched.

Yet every time their neck straightened itself up to look around and search for the source, nothing was found. Ryan was just laying on the bed typing on his phone, assumedly working last minute on the script for the video.

It was unnerving to say the least.

Shane eventually came into the room through the shared door, and gave them the same carefree smile.

Something about it felt—off to say the least. But they wouldnt be able to describe why even if you asked them.

He sat next to Ryan, and they started quietly talking about the plans for the video. (Y/n) turned back to the mess of technology, finally getting everything untangled and set up; and eventually stood up to walk over to the boys.

They met Shane’s eyes, and the pair glowed a soft red. Like a cars backlights in an early morning fog.

(Y/n) inhaled sharply and paused. They itched to rub at their eyes as if cleaning them off to make sure what they had seen was correct. But by the time they had blinked, the light hue was gone as quick as it had came.

"You alright?" Their gaze flitted to Ryan, his question taking a second to penitrate their brain.

"Yeah. Yeah no I'm okay sorry."

"Alright." Ryan hesitated. "Hey, could you come proof read something for me? I need to make sure you're okay with it before shooting."

Even while (Y/n) walked over to the side of the bed, that feeling of being watched didn't go away.

They had the feeling it wouldn't for as long as they were on this trip.

"And cut!"

(Y/n) finally lifted the mic they had been so graciously lugging around for the last three hours off their shoulder, an ache flooding their arm—! sure sign of a big bruise to come tomorrow morning. Compared to how disheveled Ryan looked just then though, and how he had been looking throught the entirety of filming, they would be okay.

"Great job. Really everyone. Absolutely amazing. Now can we please get the fuck out of here?" Ryan was still pointing his flash light every which way despite the cameras being off. "I swore I saw something a couple minutes back and I'd rather not end up with my insides on the outside."

"Yeah yeah whatever you big baby." Shane teased his friend while walking towards the exit, Ryan in the lead with everyone following in the pairs footsteps.

The trip out to the assylum hadn't taken long. Apparently Buzzfeed had taken the courtesy of booking the place out for the night so that way it would be devoid of tours full of spirit obsessed family's. (Y/n) hadn't been able to decide if they felt like that was a good thing or not. One the one hand shooting was ten times easier without mics picking up screaming children in the back ground. But on the other hand as Ryan pointed out, if they died no one would find them for at least a day. Fun. But at least now all they had to do was make the treck back to the vans. Nothing more.

"So (Y/n), what'd you think of your first time on set with the infamous ghoul boys?" Shane asked only after flagging the mic operator over to his side. His eyes scowered their face with a curious look. Like he was expecting a certain response.

"Technically it was my second time filming." Ryan nervously backed up that statement with a nod, still on edge. Shane just outwardly laughed at that. "And it was okay. Honestly the prospect of ghosts and stuff doesn't scare me, but I'd rather not stick around any longer." They shrugged.

"And I wouldn't call you guys 'infamous'." They accentuated their words with air quotes and a playful smile. "I don't really see any other ghost hunters names being tossed around as much as I see you two's."

"Please don't call us that. I prefer to think of myself as someone who gets paid to deal with Ryans bullshit." Shane playfully groaned, fidgeting with his ridiculous looking camera vest. Ryan just shot a panicky glare at him out of the corner of his eye sarcastically laughing.

The rest of the walk through the winding hallways—had it been this tedious of a path on the way in? Certantly didn't seem like it—was filled with the idle conversation between (Y/n) and Shane, Ryan occasionally joining in to keep his mind off things.

"Yeah I just think tha—"

Darkness fell over everyone in one fatal swoop, words respectively dying in everyone ls throats for a moment. More suprise than anything.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Was what broke the silence. (Y/n) heard what they guessed to be Ryan cussing rapidly while hitting the side of his flashlight in hopes of turning it back on.

"Hey come on. It's not that big of a deal. We can find the rest of our way back with the go pros." (Y/n) attempted to soothe Ryan. When they turned to look at the big black blob next to them who they hoped was Shane, all they got in response was a simple claim that the cameras had fritzed out.

"Fuck!!"

"Calm down Ryan. If we die I'll give you my inheritance what about that."

"That not how that works dumbass!"

While Shane attempted to curb his shorter friends anxious shouts and groans, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice how relaxed he seemed. Yes, they knew that Shane didn't belive in spirits. Yes, they were well aware he had carelessly asked said spirits to muder him if they weren't too pussy multiple times. But they had to admit even they were a little spooked. And his attitude made no sense. It made them think of the weird thing that they had seen in his eyes back at the hotel. Or at least what they thought they saw.

"Come on. Let's bounce."

"Please don't say that." Ryan whined. Yet he still headed for the nearest exit, a pair of barely visible double doors.

(Y/n) went to silently follow before a small wisper made them freeze.

(Y/n).

Whipping around quickly, they had to resist the urge to hold the long mic out like a jousting weapon. Even in the pitch black it was better safe than sorry.

They hardly even heard the call of their name come.

"Hey. You coming?"

They snapped out of it to look at the source of the voice, seeing Shane a few yards down holding a pair of double doors open, the moon from the sky outside lighting up his lanky figure.

His shadow was even darker than the surroundings. Stretching across the barren hallway and consuming everything. Horns and wings protruded from his ba—

Wait. Horns and wings?

(Y/n) swallowed thickly and blinked. And it was gone.

"What planning on staying the night?" Shane goaded them again when they offered no reponse. But his smile held a silent message. An amused one. Granted none of any malicious intent, just like he knew something no one else did.

They mummbled a wide eyed no back in his direction. Shuffling down and out of the building and past Shane took a lot more nerves than they cared to admit, hairs standing up on the nape of their neck for seemingly no reason.

"Pretty fucking ceepy night."

Shane just grinned.

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t31etubby · 3 years ago

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soft yandere bakusquad x female classmate reader

summary: you’re a quiet girl who disappears during lunch, is nowhere to be found after school, and always somehow avoids getting called on in class. you’re pretty much invisible, until 1-a moves into the dorms, and suddenly you’ve got everyone’s eyes on you.

(not proof read! sorry for typos)

mostly fluff, soft yandere themes.

“i mean a dorm system? how cool is that?! we get to live together!”- denki beams , his bright smile rivaling that of the harsh summer sun. somehow his eyes had managed to increasingly sparkle with excitement for every word he spoke, hyping himself up to the point he’s practically jumping.

sero, mina, and kirishima are just as excited, smiling fondly at their friend’s positive energy, meanwhile bakugou is just trying to contain a smirk, acting like he doesn’t want to be there, as always.

“i think it’s pretty lame. forcing me to live with a bunch of extras.” he’d respond, scoffing every time someone brought up the subject. his hands are placed behind his head, and he takes long steps as their path leads them towards town.

they are going out to celebrate becoming housemates, hopefully stumbling across a cafe or karaoke place somewhere in the busy area.

“speaking of extras, isn’t that our classmate?”

bakugou points in the direction of a large cherry blossom tree, the others following his gaze.

and there, right beneath the scenery, with pink petals falling down ever so gently, sits you! leaning against the tree and feeding a small squirrel that stays by your side as you type something on your laptop.

you occasionally bob your head to the music playing in your headphones, a mix of your favorite playlists on shuffle, groaning quietly when the same ad repeatedly comes up in between songs.

“oh yeah! that’s uhh- who is that again?” kirishima asks, looking to his friend group for help. unfortunately they seem just as blank as him, all visibly trying to remember the girls name.

“this is bad! we’ve been classmates for a whole term and we don’t even know her name!” mina yells, clearly panicking at the thought of being so neglectful of someone else.

“hey… why can’t i remember anything about this chick?!” normally this is a day to day occurrence for bakugou since he thinks of everyone as below him and therefore forgettable, but something about how he doesn’t even know what your voice sounds like, just manages to piss him off in a way he can’t describe.

mina dramatically shakes seros shoulders, violently sobbing about what terrible people they are for forgetting their classmates name.

“w-we should go say hi.” she chokes out, wiping her own invisible tears away and sniffling loudly.

but when she turns back around, the girl is suddenly nowhere to be found, and her spot beneath the cherry tree is completely empty of any sign she was ever there.

“did she see us and leave?” sero asks, rather upset at the thought of you distancing yourself from them for some unknown reason.

“maybe she’s shy! poor thing!”

during the next few days the group find themselves sneaking glances at you every so often throughout class, which doesn’t go unnoticed since you sit in the back row, and they have to turn their heads every time. yet you still don’t bother to meet their eyes at any point, which pisses bakugou off even more.

and once the lesson ends, he storms right up to your desk, roughly slamming his hands onto the surface and knocking your pencil case to the ground. multiple miscellaneous items scatter across the floor, and for the first time since the beginning of school you look into the blonde boy’s crimson eyes.

“you’re really starting to piss me off!“ he yells, taking in your features up close for the first time.

you sigh with exhaustion, breaking the eye contact and bending down in front of him, neatly picking up each item and putting it back in its case. mina joins to help, apologizing furiously for her rude friends actions.

“i’m sorry about him… to be honest we’re all just curious about you.” she says, handing you a tiny pink eraser. “you always disappear without a trace.”

you almost want to laugh while closing up the pencil case and standing to face bakugou. but instead you just take a shaky breath and calm yourself.

“yeah… i prefer to avoid situations like these, thanks for your concern.” and with that you walk out of the room, barely acknowledging denki, sero and kirishima who all stand there somewhat flabbergasted.

“what’s her problem..?” bakugou scoffs, kicking the girls desk out of unspoken frustration.

“her problem?! you’re the one that just went all bakugou mode on her! what did you expect her to do, give you a kiss?!” mina scolds, violently smacking the back of his head with her bag.

normally he’d retort with some hotheaded comeback, but his thoughts still linger on the way you seemed so cold, despite the fact he saw your hands shaking and your cheeks flare up.

they scared you, he scared you.

after that incident bakugou doesn’t approach you again, and his friend group just sends apologetic glances in your direction every time you cross paths.

the looks throughout class dont stop though, since they probably assume they’re being sneaky because you never acknowledge them.

it kind of creeps you out. what had you done to make them so fascinated by you? since school started you’d decided to be as invisible as possible. hagakure is more visible than you and she’s literally invisible!

but alas, today is the day you all move into the dorms! hopefully they’ll find a new interest to silently bother with all the exciting things that will happen now!

wrong.

“alright! that was all the girls dorms. so who do we think won?” ochako grins, a little too excited about the contest.

“hold on! we’re stilling missing one.” mina protests, shoving past the small crowd of her classmates.

the brown haired girl tilts her head in confusion, although still not letting her trademark smile falter

“no i don’t think so… tsuyu isn’t participating so there’s no one else!” she says.

as soon as ochaco finishes her sentence, mina grabs you with both hands placed on your shoulders, pushing you to the front since you’ve been walking mindlessly around the dorm ever since the contest started.

in fact, you were just in the middle of fetching a bottle of water when you suddenly became the center of attention.

“oh… oh! i’m so sorry that’s right! i completely forgot about-…” ochaco seems to come to realization that she doesn’t remember your name, the embarrassment obvious on her red face.

“i’m y/n, don’t worry about forgetting my name, it happens all the time.” you say, softly removing minas hands from your shoulders.

of course! y/n l/n! how come no one could remember your name..? you’re pretty, like the kind of pretty that people would talk about, and you seem to be nice and well spoken enough to make friends. so how come not a single person knows anything about you?

you lead the group of students towards your dorm room, stopping in front of the wooden door. you’re fortunate enough to be neighbors with bakugou, and you live right across from mina as well.

“ta-da.” you softly express, opening the door in one simple movement.

to say your room is minimalistic would be an overstatement. your bed sheets consisting of your favorite color, with white sheets, a single stuffed animal neatly tucked into bed.

there’s plants and flowers standing on your desk and in each corner, and on the wall’s are little butterfly stickers and watercolor paintings.

the whole room is pretty neutral, perfectly matching your casual and laid-back personality.

“it’s so… simple” denki says, looking around at nothing in particular.

“what’s your quirk y/n? i-if you don’t mind me asking!” izuku questions, already getting out his notebook.

“hm? i thought you already had a page about me.”

the green haired student flips through his notebook, his cheeks growing increasingly red as he soon comes to the realization that he does in fact have a page on you! he already asked you about your quirk on the first day of school!

“let me see that.” bakugou grunts, grabbing the notebook from his childhood friends hands pretty roughly.

“what does it say?” kirishima asks.

the blonde boy allows his eyes to carefully scan over the handwritten letters multiple times, brows furrowing a bit with each sentence.

“it’s so…-“ he seems to have the word on the tip of his tongue. “-plain..”

everyone deadpans.

“don’t say that while she’s right in front of you!” mina smacks him once again with her bag that seemingly appears out of nowhere.

denki grabs the notebook and clears his throat, preparing to read out loud.

“y/n l/n, 16 years old, quirk allows her to mask her presence.”

“that’s it?”

“how are you in the hero course?!”

the bakusquad has a moment of realization. everything makes so much sense now! you were able to go unnoticed by everyone because you were masking your presence! that’s why no one has ever paid attention to you! you must have been masking your presence so much that people just simply forgot you were ever there in the first place.

“y/n, have you been using your quirk this whole school year?” sero asks, rather sad that you felt the need to go out of your way to avoid attention.

“well i wasn’t planning on it at first, but after the first week i just realized the whole flashy quirk competition on top of festivals and constant competitive school spirit wasn’t really doing me any good.” you look down with a slight frown, sighing softly. “but i still want to become a hero and continue studying here! i just want to do it… quietly.”

it makes sense that aizawa has been allowing it to go on for so long, after all he’s an underground hero too, so he must know what it feels like to not want to be in the public eye too much.

after the dorm contest everyone had been a lot kinder to you, they were all respectful of your wishes to have a more peaceful lifestyle, and didn’t mind it too much when you went to rest in your room instead of watching movies on the couch every night.

well, everyone except for mina, bakugou, kirishima, denki, and sero.

imagine their horror when they find out the reason you’re able to use your quirk for such long periods of time is because you’ve been using it at home for years. a result of unpleasant parents, who in the groups eyes are obviously mentally abusive based on the small information they’ve been able to squeeze out of you.

so of course they start checking up on you! it all begins with mina knocking on your door every morning and asking if you wanna walk to class with her, and if you’re not completely up and ready yet she’ll probably just invite herself in and give you a helping hand!

it’s bearable but definitely something you have to get used to.

for some reason bakugou starts complaining that you’re being too quiet since he lives right next to you. he starts showing you music, movies, and activities to do in your room since it sounds like you’re dead half of the time.

at some point he begins dragging you to his own dorm for “demonstrations” on how to be loud, which includes having you sit in his lap and watch him play games, yelling insults every ten seconds and getting increasingly frustrated that he’s once again on a team with a bunch of cocky kids.

denki and sero join in once in a while but bakugou never lets them touch his controller. so they just kinda sit there and do homework, asking you for help occasionally and giving you “rewards” when you help them. usually it’s candy or just a sweet praise, but eventually it becomes a kiss on the cheek, a headpat, sometimes they hand feed you whatever food they’re snacking on.

and at some point kirishima and mina join in as well, yelling at bakugou to “SHOOT YOU SON OF A BITCH SHOOT HES RIGHT THERE”

ok mostly mina. kirishima just sits there calling him manly and urging him to let you play. and eventually he does! kind of.

bakugou let’s you hold the controller but says what button to press at every opportunity, once in a while muttering a “wow you suck at this” and “how do you do anything without me?”

and apparently he starts using that last sentence as a life motto, because all of a sudden it’s “y/n’s working with us, she can’t do it on her own.”, “you look tired dumbass, i’ll do it.”, “i know you can walk but you’re *so* slow. just get on my back already.”

and let’s not forget how the whole group coos and fawns over you at every opportunity, wether you’re there to witness it or not. they don’t even mind it when you seem ungrateful of their affection, since you’re probably just not used to it! anyone would react the same if they had such terrible and neglectful parents!

and if you try to conceal your presence from them too much, they’ll secretly put a tracker in your phone and follow your every move.

after all, you could get lost! your parents were never there to teach you how to navigate the world!

you’re just so helpless. you need them!

and they’ll happily take you away from all the danger of being a hero in training to prove it.

part 2!

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #bnha x reader #yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere bakugou #bakusquad #yandere kirishima #yandere denki #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #yandere sero #mina ashido #bnha yandere

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januaryembrs · 4 years ago

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KISS THE SCARS | Din Djarin x F!Mandalorian!Reader

Description: You and Mando are forced to remove your helmets to save the child. But to you, it means more than breaking your creed. To you, it means revealing the thing you're most insecure about.

Length: nearly 6k

Trigger Warnings: Facial scarring from childhood injury, thoughts of unworthiness, self doubt, insecurity, foul language, female!reader.

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Read the part two drabble I wrote here: TOUCH THE SCARS

This was crazy. If anyone had ever told you that you’d be in imperial territory clad in trooper gear, getting cheered for ‘Bringing glory to the Empire’, you’d have knocked them clean out for the insult to your morals. But here you were, your closest friend from your covert by your side trailing after a known Imp criminal by the name of Miggs Mayfeld.

You and Din had been friends since you had both sworn the creed when you were just eighteen rotations old. You had never seen Din’s face, you just knew him from the many bounty rewards you’d seen him bring back to the covert, with you earning just as many. You were the first in your rank to earn enough coin from bounties to obtain a cuirass, and you’d been the talk of the covert for a week. That is until Din was shortly behind you and had strolled into the covert with a chest plate of his own.

Then came his vambraces, which you earned yourself too soon after, then the pauldrons. In fact, the two of you quickly developed a game of sorts just one rotation after meeting to see who could get their entire armour the quickest. When you'd done that, the game became who could hunt the most bounties, and your relationship only blossomed from the competition. He was funny, in a quiet sort of way, and when you got him talking he could be the sweetest man you’d ever met.

You’d known you liked him for a long time now. He was rare as lightning in a bottle and you knew you were a goner by the time you hit twenty.

So when he reigned hell on Nevarro and your covert jumped in to save him like the family you were, you didn’t hesitate to chase after him when you saw him escaping in the Crest, an oddly shaped little brown bundle in his arms.

As it turned out that small bundle would become like a child to you and Din. After traversing the galaxy with the pair of them, raising hell wherever you went in the hopes you’d return the baby to his own kind per the Armorer’s guidance, it was hard not to get attached to the little aliit you’d found in your boys.

And then Moff Gideon happened. You cried furious tears under your helmet as the dark troopers took him away screaming for his mother and father, cursing the Empire for taking away another family of yours. You swore, as you and Din stood side by side, the Crest now all but ashes behind you, that you would make them pay for taking your child. You’d do anything, even betray the only teaching you’d ever known to get him back and it seemed Din would too.

Mayfeld had said you needed a terminal to find the coordinates of Gideon’s ship and the quickest and closest one was in a hidden Rhydonium refinery on Morak.

It was dangerous to get in, you and Din having to fight off pirates trying to detonate the loads attached to the back of the trucks before even entering the base. But now you were here, deep in Imp territory and the best part was they hadn’t suspected intruders for a second, though that was down to the fact you and Din were clad in very convincing disguises. The helmets these troopers wore was piss poor compared to the one you had known your entire life. It was tight around your ears, and the inside rubbed against your forehead in a way your own helmet never had. Yet you felt so exposed, like you’d walked into the Imp base practically naked. This armour, if it could at all be called that, held no weight and was flimsy, not like the density that you called home in your Beskar, but you had no time to complain. The terminal must be close by. Then you and Din could cut and run, whether or not Mayfeld was with you, and crawl back to the safety of your second skin.

So there you were. Two Mandalorians dressed as troopers in a high-security Imp base just looking to get their son back.

The three of you strolled through the crowd, and you fought the urge to shy away from the Shoretroopers patting you all on the back affectionately, instead accepting it and nodding back to them as though you were genuinely their crewmate.

“It’s probably in the officers’ mess,” Mayfeld said, leading you and Din through the crowd towards a small canteen area to the side of the base. You stuck close to them.

You couldn’t lie, you were afraid. You had never been this deep into an enemy base before, and one small mistake could have all three of you shot before you could give up an excuse. The crowd began dying out, Mayfeld throwing up a salute to another trooper to keep up the pretence you were pleased with your success. The canteen seemed to be mostly unoccupied, other than a few men and women clad in officer’s uniforms and some stormtroopers making conversation, keeping guard. Mayfeld advanced forward in the doorway, his eyes locking on the machine in the corner of the room as you and Din lingered behind him. He rounded back on the two of you, bobbing his head slightly as he spoke quietly to the two of you, “There it is,”

Din nodded to him, “Good luck,” He said simply, but you could tell by his tone his nerves were as shaky as your own. Din wasn’t a man of many words, you’d come to realise in the years you’d known him, but you could read his smooth timbre like it was basic galactic at this point. He was nervous and you fought the urge to grab his hand to quell his discomfort, though it would be more for your own courage than anything.

Mayfeld stepped forward into the canteen for merely a second, before you saw him freeze. You only saw the back of his head, but you knew something was wrong. This wasn’t just him hesitating or playing it cool for the sake of appearances. No, he had seen something to make him freeze like an animal in headlights. And with that, under your false armour, your stomach turned with nausea.

He spun on his heel, striding back to you and Din with a shaken look on his face, “I can’t go in there.” He said, lowly.

Your heart rose in your throat as your fears were confirmed.

“Why not?” You asked, trying to stop your hands from shaking. You needed that terminal to get the coordinates if you had any hope of finding your son and there was not a single thing on this planet, or any other in the galaxy for that matter, that was going to stop you or have you leaving without it.

“That’s Valin Hess,” Mayfeld replied, stepping forward to avoid any unwanted ears intruding on your conversation.

“Who?” Din asked, and you sensed the irritation at the thought of leaving without the data had gotten to him too. You discreetly looked over Mayfeld’s shoulder at the man he was talking about, only for your blood to freeze in your veins. He was already looking right at where the three of you stood. He was slim in the face, you noted, with a steely cold look that was only achieved with the cold-blooded murder that Imperial officers executed on a daily basis. There was no remorse there, no humanity, only calculating emptiness. He looked like death himself.

“Valin Hess. I used to serve under him.” Mayfeld replied as you looked away from the corpse-like man in an attempt to appear casual. This situation was spiralling downwards fast, but you were not leaving without those coordinates.

“Will he recognise you?” Din asked, as your mind spun at the options the three of you had. Abandoning the child was certainly not one of them, not when you’d made it so far into the base without raising suspicion as of yet. The terminal was merely a few feet in front of you, it would be all but a slap in the face to walk away now.

“I don’t know. I was just a field operative, but I’m not takin’ the chance. It’s over.” He made a move to leave only for you and Din to simultaneously put your hands on his front to stop him.

“Let’s just do this quick and we can get out of here, okay?” Din tried to reason, but your heart plummeted as Miggs continued to shake his head, a look of despair on his face.

“I can’t do it, okay? We have to abort. I’m sorry.” he said with an air of finality, and you felt your shoulders sag with defeat. It would have to be down to you or Din if you were to get this information.

“No. We can’t. If we don’t get those coordinates, we’ll lose the kid forever.” Din said, his grip strong on Mayfeld’s shoulders to stop him from leaving.

“Give me the data stick,” You said, very aware of the attention you were bringing to yourselves from Valin Hess. His beady eyes seemed to narrow in on your trio as you argued amongst yourselves. He was growing suspicious, you saw it in the sinister tilt of his head, and he was soon to notice how you avoided his eye contact. You were screwed if this took any longer.

“It’s not gonna work.” Mayfeld started, making you huff in annoyance, “In order to access the network, the terminal has to scan your face.”

Oh.

Just like that, your plan came to a screeching halt. That would mean removing the helmet, leaving behind the only thing that had kept you safe since you were a child. You would have to abandon your whole belief, your morals, everything you’d fought tooth and nail to protect.

You couldn’t. At least, not before Din said the words that shocked you to your core.

“Come on, let’s go.” You were still mid-thought when Mayfeld made a move to shove past you, only to be stopped by Din’s huge hand.

“Give it to me,” There was determination and undoubtable bitterness in his tone as he grabbed the data stick from the man’s hands, looking it over before he made a move to enter the canteen. You audibly gasped under your helmet, and without thinking you followed after him, hoping to either talk him down to a different plan or offer him some semblance of comfort if he was actually going to go through with this.

“Din,” You whispered, and he hesitated at the door, the officers in the canteen clearly having their attention drawn by the sight of the two of you.

He looked at you, and you felt his eyes scan over your helmet from behind his own. “It’s the only way we’re getting him back,” He said and just like that, your heart split more than it had when they took the kid. He sounded so broken, so desperate, to get his son back. Hearing only set off a chain reaction of guilt and sorrow within yourself for being so selfish as to not have thought of it first, but there was no time to discuss it as it was clear you had garnered the attention of the superiors in the room. You simply nodded to him, telling him silently that you were there with him, for him, and that you would do it together the way you’d done since the day you’d chased him onto that maker forsaken ship on Nevarro.

You’d get your son back, no matter the consequences. You’d be a family again.

The two of you moved into the room, each footstep as hesitant and unsure as the others and you took a silent, shaky breath out to try calm yourself. You tucked your hands behind your back as though you were walking with military standards, but only you knew it was to hide the fact they were shaking at the fact so many commanding Imperial officers were staring at the two of you. You felt a sweat break out on your hairline and you gave them a wobbly salute the way you’d seen Mayfeld do. Din did the same, looking almost as out of place as you did and you just prayed that it wasn’t obvious that you had no idea of the customs of troopers and their superiors.

You and Din walked over to the terminal, the man beside you shoving the data stick into the port quickly, wanting to be done with the job already. The screen fumbled around a bit, before a light shot out from the top of the device and attempted to scan Din’s helmet. You prayed it would be enough to bypass the system and you held a loaded breath as it did so. Your shoulders sagged with disappointment however as the screen flashed red and you saw Din’s do the same.

“Error. Error. Facial scan incomplete.” A woman’s automated voice rang through the system. It hadn’t worked. He was going to have to go through with it. “Ten seconds to system shutdown.”

It felt only natural for you to quickly reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance and you saw his armoured head tilt towards you. You couldn’t see his expression but you knew he was grateful by the way he squeezed your hand back. It was the least you could do to comfort him, and yet nothing could ever be enough to make up for what he was about to do.

But you had no choice. There was nothing you could do to get the child back except this.

“It’s going to be okay,” You whispered to him, not knowing how else to tell him just how fucking sorry you were for what was about to happen. The woman began counting down, loudly, and it was clear he had no time left. He nodded back and with that he reached up to lift his helmet off.

You turned around almost immediately, moving so you were somewhat blocking the Officer’s view of Din’s face. You wondered what he looked like, maker you had thought the same thing since you were just a teen. You were hopelessly enamoured with the man who was furiously punching in controls to encode the coordinates onto the data stick.

You kept your head down, but you could feel a burning gaze on the two of you and you knew exactly who it was coming from. You raised your head the tiniest amount to see the cold, unforgiving eyes of Valin Hess staring right back at you. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him watching you, his curious glare unrelenting even after you give him a nod of acknowledgement.

You felt your heart pounding so hard against your suit, as though it were a tiny trapped animal throwing itself against the chest plate. You prayed that Din would hurry up, though you didn’t doubt he was feeling the gaze as much as you were, despite your best effort to cover his face from the officers’ stares.

“Troopers,” Valin called and with that, your heartbeat stopped altogether for a moment.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

There were no other troopers around so it was clearly meant for you. You stood to attention as he got out of his chair and made his way over to the two of you. You heard Din keep his head down and continue to punch away instructions at the terminal, hoping that Hess would only address you.

But as he drew nearer, it became clear that wasn’t the case with the way he eyed you suspiciously, before moving his gaze to the man behind you. “Trooper,” snapped his hoarse voice, as though he had spent the whole day barking orders at his peers.

You and Din froze immediately and the man behind you yanked the data stick from the port before turning to face Hess. You caught the way the Imperial officer scanned over his face, taking in every detail with meticulous calculation.

Part of you wanted to cry that it was finally over, that Din’s entire life spent adhering to the creed was gone. Valin had taken it all away with his cold, dead stare in seconds.

Din nodded at the superior to acknowledge him and you could have sworn you heard his breath hold for a moment at the fact someone was staring at the thing he’d kept hidden for the past twenty-something rotations. The thing that had been just his was now up for scrutiny from the man that looked at him as though he was a bug on the wall, one that needed to be swatted at.

“Pay attention when a superior addresses you,” Hess quipped, his eyes trailing Din’s nervous face before he rounded on you, who stood to his side attempting to avoid all eye contact with the man who sent chills down your spine. “You. Helmet off, now.”

That had you almost wrenching with sickness. Your head snapped to the voice that had barked it at you as it seemed all attention was off Din now and onto you. You couldn’t, couldn’t, throw away everything you had ever known and have your face seen by someone as lowly as Hess. That was reserved for your riduur, for whatever soul you chose to marry and bind yourself to in the future. The thought of showing it to someone as disgusting and heartless and cruel as an Imp officer made your heart drop and tears sting at your eyes.

You couldn’t do it, and yet you would have to.

He must have seen your hesitation as an act of defiance, as he stepped towards you, leering over you as he spoke through gritted teeth, looking down on you with white-hot fury.

“Did you hear me trooper?” You couldn’t do anything but give him a shaky nod, turning to meet his gaze. It was then you caught the tiniest glimpse of Din in your peripheral. It felt sinful to even see that much of him, but you had no time to take him in fully judging by the way Hess stood over you threateningly, “Then helmet off. Now.” The commander seethed.

Din wanted to beat Hess to a pulp for the way he spoke to you, for the way he loomed over you with clear menace. He wanted to hurt him, and every single person who had stopped at the booming of Hess’ voice to watch you shakily raise your hands after a single beat of hesitation, and remove your helmet.

He knew how it felt. The horror and self-repulsion, the sheer disgust at your actions that was clear in your face as you unveiled it to him. But that wasn’t what got him lost for breath.

Because it was then you looked at him, and both your worlds came to a sudden halt.

He was so fucking beautiful, that’s all you could think. His dark, Chestnut hair still with light curls even after wearing a helmet for as long as you both had. His scruff of a beard muttered with light grey, messy and unkempt. The way the short hair sat delicately on top of a set of beautifully parted lips, chapped yet inviting. His nose was something to wonder at, curling downwards in a way that framed his face so perfectly, making him look strong and intimidating, as masculine as his huge frame did. His skin, an olive colour that you had only seen on his hands, that complimented his hair and his beard and looked so perfect even from a short distance. But his eyes, oh his eyes were so soft. The deepest brown you had ever seen, round and wide as he took in your own face, and you felt like crying there and then that it had taken you so long to see them, yet it was so forbidden that you had.

You hated yourself for being so in love with the way Din looked. You hated yourself for loving those soft eyes.

He hadn’t had much luck not falling in love with you right then either. He had always known you were special, always kept you close and felt that spark between the two of you. But seeing you was something else entirely. Your hair suited you perfectly, he’d decided that the second it spilt out of the helmet, and your nose only fitted your face even more so. Your lips, the way they parted with the deep inhale of breath you gave; feeling the fresh air, not filtered through a helmet like you were used to, invade your throat with a silent gasp as you looked at him. Your lips were so soft, as alluring as the eyes that stared up at him with a look he knew mirrored his own.

Both wonderment yet guilt. Pure, unadulterated guilt that you had seen each other. And yet he couldn’t look away, and neither could you. He was like a thirsty man taking in water for the first time in days, drinking in every single one of your features with every microsecond that passed, eyes flitting over your face to take them in before you put the helmet back on and your raw beauty would be stolen from him again.

But the most noticeable of your facial features was the scar. It had made him almost reel back in surprise when the helmet had come off seeing as you had never mentioned . It started just below your lip, pulling the skin taut in a crevice that told him it was old and hadn’t healed well. It spun from the left side of your lips, discolouring the skin it ran over, and ran along the side of your nose, over its bridge up to split the middle section of your right brow. It had the occasional branch of extra scarring on either side, like a bolt of lightning over your face.

You were so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He just wanted to kiss you all over, kiss down the scar and tell you just how perfect you were, that you were the finest of all the maker’s creations. He wanted to tell you how he had travelled the galaxy, seen every forest and ocean and mountain range you could ever dream of, how he’d reached one summit a few years ago and seen where the light touched the water and could have sworn it was the most exquisite thing within the universe, and how he felt like such an idiot having thought that because here you were. Here you were proving him wrong.

Here you were, so perfectly you. The most divine thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. He didn’t care if he had to burn his eyes out to keep your creed intact, or even put a blaster to his chest because he had seen the golden gates of the maker’s land and it was you. He could die a happy man having seen your face, and the guilt he felt didn’t even compare to the sheer awe Din felt seeing you.

You had only been staring at one another for all of two seconds, but you both felt as though you had plummeted deep into one another’s souls right there and then.

“Maker. What happened to you, Trooper?” That was the second time that day Din had to hold himself back from strangling Hess and ruining the mission. He saw the way the sound of judgement in the man’s words had you looking to the ground, looking small and nervous, guilty almost for the fact your scarring had been so unapologetically addressed in such a rash and disgusted tone, and he wanted to slaughter the commanding officer right there and then.

“I was attacked by a Tusken Mastiff when I was young,” You told him, which was the truth. The beauty of wearing a helmet for almost every hour of the day was that your secret, your past and the horrible reminder of the accident with the Tuskens was hidden, it was yours to keep to yourself. But now Din knew, he’d seen it and you suddenly hated the way his eyes trailed your face, knowing he was looking at it, he was scrutinising it the way every person would. The way Hess was.

You even saw Mayfeld’s eyes widen when you looked up at him as he came over to rescue you and Din from the officer’s questions you couldn't answer. You even knew the men you called comrades were still looking at it as you sat with Hess, their eyes lingering on the diagonal marking. You could somewhat deal with Mayfeld, but Din was the one that winded you. He was still looking at you, his eyes never leaving your face the entire time you sat with Hess, no matter how obvious he was being. You avoided his gaze, tears burning in the back of your eyes. This was no longer about breaking your creed. No, this was about him, and how he was so unapologetically staring. How he probably thought you were unattractive and that the scarring made you a face only a mother could love.

Not someone a riduur would love. Not him.

And even after the shooting had started, when Mayfeld couldn’t contain his anger and had killed Hess, creating chaos in the canteen, you felt your heart break that this was it. They had seen what you looked like now, there was no turning back, no turning back time and reclaiming what was your secret, just for you and you alone to sit on as long as you’d like.

So when the blaster fire settled for a mere second, and Mayfeld held out your helmets to both you and Din, proclaiming that he understood your decisions and that he didn’t see anything, you looked him straight in the eye, tears filling your own as you smacked your helmet to the ground as Din put his own back on instantly.

The men both looked at you, their eyes trailing your broken expression, the downturn of your lip as you held yourself back from crying at a time like this. Din felt selfish, but he would much rather have never had seen under your helmet if it meant he wouldn’t have to see you so distraught. And he understood, he understood more than anyone else could. How fucking heart wrenching it was knowing his creed was gone, was worth nothing anymore because he had been seen by people. But he hated, despised, with every fibre in him that look of sodden devastation on your face right there. He saw it in the way your brows quirked upwards, in the way your lip wobbled slightly, and he felt himself split in the centre as you choked out “Yes, you did. You both saw everything.”

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You had forced down your tears by the time you walked off Boba’s ship to meet Fennec and Cara, and both women were kind enough not to mention the lack of a helmet or the scar. But you saw how they avoided eye contact too obviously, how Cara instantly averted her gaze when you caught her momentarily staring at your marking, and how Fennec decided it was safest to simply board Boba’s ship and leave you altogether.

Their obvious avoidance was almost as bad and the men’s obvious staring.

You had stayed silent as they let Mayfeld leave and as Din handed Cara the data stick with Gideon’s coordinates on it. It felt weird having the breeze flow so openly on your face, the sunlight warming your skin in a way it hadn’t since you were a child. You would almost enjoy it, were it not for the guilt that lingered, festering in you like a parasite that was sucking your resolve out of you.

Because it wasn’t just that you had broken your own creed, your own religion that day, but you had broken Din’s too. You had looked at him. You were so fucking selfish that you couldn’t have avoided it for just a few minutes. He was a blessing to your eyes, the most beautiful specimen you’d ever laid witness to, and yet you felt nothing but sinful to have done it. Like you had seen the maker himself, his own secret creation made from only the best materials he could gather. It was so odd that you and Din were made from the same atoms, the same basic pieces of skin, bone, flesh, scars, and yet he was put together so spectacularly.

He could see the guilt, the shame on your face, and it was odd that he could now read you so easily. Before it had been through your tone, through your body language, though he could read that just as well after all these years. Yet now, it was in your eyes, those eyes that made him want to blind himself so he could have one lasting image burning into his skull of just you and your beautiful eyes, your ethereal face. He just wanted to see you for the rest of his days and the twistedly heedless part of him was glad you hadn’t put the helmet back on.

But that was a part of him he would keep secret. Right now, you needed comfort, that much was clear. He waited until Cara had gone inside the ship, data stick in hand to give to Boba, before he said anything.

He laid one hand on your arm as you made a move to follow her, and you stopped, turning your face away from him almost guilty. “Cyar’ika,” Came your nickname from behind his vocoder and you winced at how it sounded, thinking back to his voice raw in your ears, unfiltered when he had spoken to Hess.

Your energy to not cry died out then with his single word. He saw your shoulders shake and heard your tiny whimper of a sob, and he pulled you into him. He enveloped his arms around you and you only cried harder when his gloved hand came up to hold the back of your head over his shoulder, the trooper armour you both wore pressing together tightly.

“I’m so sorry, cyar’ika,” He whispered as you cried into his neck. You could hear his own voice coated with tears. He was hurting just as much as you were, you reminded yourself. He had just had his past ripped away from him the same as you had. “I’m so so sorry. But we did it for the kid-”

“I looked at you, Din,” You said through tears, taking a stuttered gulp of air after your words, “I looked at you- I couldn’t help it. I’m so sorry- you were just so beautiful I couldn’t help it, Din,” His heart beat against his chest at your confession. Ofcourse, he had felt insecure almost being that on show to the woman he had lusted after for the past twenty years, but hearing you say that was so unexpected. His stomach somersaulted with something akin to butterflies, but your sobs grounded him back to Morak, and he was reminded that your words had been from sorrow, not glee.

“I know. I looked too, meshla. It’s okay,” He tried to comfort you but you only shoved him away with that, leaving him to grab your forearms as you stared straight at him with a sodden fury, one he knew was fueled by regret instead of hatred.

“How is it okay, Din? How can you say that?” You half yelled, the tears dripping off your cheeks and onto your cuirass. But he had no chance to say anything, nor did he look like he was going to by the way his helmet was tilted towards you in quietude, and you knew he was looking at you again. You could feel his eyes on you, on the marking you wished you could forget. “You’ve seen my face now,” You said angrily, wrenching your hand free from his grip and pointing at your scar, “You’ve seen this now. How can you say that that’s okay? That this is beautiful, Din?”

You quietened down, expecting his silence to speak for itself. You didn’t doubt he thought it repulsive, thought it ruined what average of a face you had by the way he stared. You knew it had ruined everything.

But you were so wrong. He proved you so wrong.

He lifted his now free hand up to cup your bare cheek, and the touch alone made you freeze. No one had touched your face since you were young but the fact it was him warmed you more than the beating sun. It was soft, completely the opposite to the Mandalorian warrior you knew he was, soft like his eyes whispered the love soaked part of your brain. His thumb traced where the scar met your lip, his glove dipping in the small ridge it created and moving up to brush against the healthier skin on your cheek.

“Because it’s you, sweet girl,” He whispered, and your heart stopped. This was far more intimate than you’d ever been with him. There was always this spark, this energy between you, but this was something else entirely. And before you could even stammer for a reply he continued. “It doesn’t matter to me if you put the helmet back on, or that this scar is there. It’s what makes you you. You’re strong and beautiful with or without the armour, with or without your scars. You’re you. And I’ll know you forever,”

Your breath was held the entire time until his final sentence, when you let out a small gasp of air, attempting to meet his eyes behind the helmet. Those soft eyes. If only you could see them now, after he’d just said that. The first line of the riduurok. The first marriage vow.

“Din, I don’t understand,” You said quietly, as he let go of your other arm to cup the other side of your face so he could now trace where your scar split your brow, leading it upwards to tuck a piece of hair out of your eyes before returning to cup your face and stare at you from behind his own helmet that he wanted to rip off then and there.

It suddenly weighed him down much more than his Beskar ever did.

“Marry me, my love.” Was all he said.

AUTHORS NOTE: I have a lot of discolouring and scarring on my body and my face from my allergies and how bad my skin condition can get sometimes. It’s hard to be confident in my own skin but I’m getting there so I wrote this as a kind of reminder that everyone is beautiful in their own skin, even if you don’t always feel like it!

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In celebration of 100 followers I present to you

Wammy boys in oddly specific AUs I found on pinterest and stuff.

Warnings: Swearing (mostly in Mello’s part as usual lol)

"I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I'm embarrassed"

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It was during the Kira case when L was closely investigating Light Yagami at To-Oh University that this extremely awkward encounter occurred. The sun was high in the sky, locusts and could be heard and cherry blossom littered the wide walkway leading into the school.

You had your heavy bag slung across your shoulders. It was filled with textbooks and papers (some of which you had forgotten to turn in) as well as a few personal items. You weren't really paying much attention to your surroundings until you spotted one of your male friends!

You hadn't seen him since the beginning of high-school. To say you were excited was an understatement. In your excitement you took a running jump onto his back knocking him to the ground. He let out a yelp and that was when you realized...

This man was NOT your friend.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else" you hurriedly said pushing yourself up and on your knees an apparent redness in your face.

He seemed to be unbothered for the most part, he turned to you, crouching in a sort of fetal position.

"It's alright I understand" He replied.

"No, no its not.. I'm an idiot I should have realized" you shoved your face into your hands covering how red your face now was.

"It is alright, I'm uninjured and it was an honest mistake" you frowned a little not entirely trusting his forgiveness, but this time, you took it.

He gave you a polite smile before standing up and helping you to your feet. He wished you a good day, and left, but not before sneaking a note containing his alias and phone number.

Mello

"I lost my little sibling Matt in Ikea and I need your help finding them"

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"Fuck.... Shit... Motherfucker" You heard from the other side of the store shelf as you browsed through various decor items. This mystery person had been spewing profanities for the past five minutes. You sighed with slight annoyance placing the wooden model hand you had been staring at for God knows how long back, making your way to the neighboring isle.

"Hey, you've been cursing up a storm... what's going on?" You asked, hand on your hip awaiting a response. Mello looked up at you with a look of anger and exhaustion on his face.

"I'm looking for my idiot friend. He got hopelessly lost in the chair section and I've been trying to find him for like an hour now" He ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs to the sides of his face.

"I can help you look for him!" You offered.

"You don't have to"

"I want to! I don't really have anything else to do, so it's fine. To be completely honest I don't know why I came here." He shrugged. "Oh my name's Y/N by the way"

"I'm Mello" He replied before setting off out of the isle leaving you to sprint a but to catch up. His pace was fast and he seemed to have some plan on how to tackle this, but you weren't exactly sure.

After what seemed like an eternity of silently weaving through the labyrinth of shelves and furniture displays, you spoke up.

"So... how old is your friend?"

"We're both 19... His name is Matt." You kept walking until he stopped directly in front of the office showroom section.

"He might be here, so keep an eye out for a tall brunette idiot with goggles." You nodded keeping close to Mello. Again you snaked through isles. Eventually your search devolved into looking into cabinets, drawers, anything that would open, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mello said under his breath as he slammed shut another cabinet.

That was when a tall brunette wearing goggles walked by dual wielding hotdogs... You sighed heavily before approaching Matt.

"Matt?" You called out gaining the attention of both Matt and Mello. Mello stood beside you before going on to scold his friend almost as if he were an unruly child.

"Sorry about that I hope looking for him wasn't that unbearable... would you like to meet up sometime again in the future?" Mello asked. You nodded in response.

"I'd love to! This was quite fun actually. Though let's not go to an ikea next time."

Near

"We both like walking In the park at night and I think you're a stalker so I accidentally attack you"

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It was 2am, the night was calm yet you were restless nothing you tried allowed you to fall asleep. It was like this most nights. You would then go to the park near your house to get some fresh air and tire yourself out... and on a night like this, that seemed like a perfect idea. You didn't even change out of your pajamas before you left. As you entered the park, you felt... odd. As if someone was watching you and sure enough, as you turned your head to look behind you you saw a man following about two yards behind you.

Naturally your thoughts went wild with what ifs and possible escape plans. Yet you calmed your mind opting to check if this guy was really following you. With every corner you turned your heart sank. Panic started to set in and you rushed to get together an improvised weapon.... Your housekey! You gripped it tightly in your hand as if it were a knife and swiftly approached the man going to jab him in the eye, yet he caught your arm with ease, turning it behind you and pushing you to the ground, similarly to how a police officer would apprehend a resistant assailant.

"Why did you attack me" he questioned, plopping down just above your hips.

"Let me go, stalker!!!" You yelled at him thrashing around attempting to escape his grasp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not stalking you." He calmly said.

"That's exactly what a stalker would say! Let me go!" He sighed lifting himself off of you and crouching beside you. You rolled over and sat with your legs crossed.

"I swear to you, I was only out for a walk. I take nighttime walks sometimes, though this was the first time I've been in this park."

"Then how come every time I turned you followed?"

"I did? I'm sorry, I didn't even realize" He stated plainly. You sighed he seemed truthful.

"Fine... I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have assumed you were a stalker or something and attacked you" you admitted. He shook his head.

"It's alright, I understand... I can be scary" you snorted and laughed. The light of the nearby streetlamp lit his features. A frail, sweet looking man with long white hair who seemed to be somewhat reserved. You felt a little silly that you thought someone like him would hurt you much.

"You're not scary... In all honesty you're quite cute!" You admitted, reaching out a finger to poke his nose.

"Thanks, you're actually quite cute as well, maybe we could meet up here in the morning?" He suggested.

Matt

"I come here when I want to be alone and I didn't think anyone knew about it so where the hell did you come from"

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This day was aweful. Work was extremely stressful. Your coworker put important documents in the shreader for the 10th time that week and you were the one tasked with rewriting, tracking down, requesting new copies and piecing together ones that couldn't be recovered otherwise. And of course your boss made every minute of it a nightmare. So after work, you drove to your favorite place. An abandoned warehouse off the highway about 5 minutes from your house.

It was virtually untouched by people now that the walls were covered in graffiti and the place had been ransacked for leftover valuable items. You made your way inside noticing something was off... there was a leather couch that wasn't yours, a coffee table... even a TV and game console plugged into a power supply, another handheld game on the coffee table next to an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, one of which was still smoking.

You were beyond confused. From the last time you were here someone had basically moved in... it had only been a week since you last came here. You warily approached the couch. Well... whoever left it here probably won't mind! you thought I just hope they didn't sabotage it or something. You then sat down noting that it was a perfectly normal couch and you were just paranoid.

That was when a guy came in, he was tall and lenky, had brown hair and was dressed in a striped shirt, a frankly hideous vest with fur lining, black pants and goggles atop his head. He had been holding a can of coke and a cigarette, yet those were both dropped as he saw you.

"Who are you?" He half shrieked.

"Who are YOU? You yelled back.

"I asked first!"

"My name is Y/N.. I come here all the time when I'm stressed and want to be alone I didn't think anyone else knew about it"

"S..Same but.. I come here to get away from a friend of mine... he can be quite aggressive and it's scary" He sat down beside you picking up his handheld game. "Oh and my name is Matt!"

"Hmm.. then let's share this space from now on, Matt!" He nodded in agreement.

"Yea! I hope we meet again soon"

Beyond Birthday

"We live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put yours in just as I walk in"

🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪🩸🔪

It was late night. You had been putting off laundry for the past week, but now you were down to a pair of underwear and your nightgown, so you had to do your wash.. you reluctantly gathered your clothes and made your way to the communal washer and dryer. You threw your clothes in and put a coin in the coinslot then set the washer to start.

You sighed and made your way back to your room to relax a little while your clothes were still washing. It had been about two hours and your laundry was probably done. The timer you had set went off and you gathered yourself and brought the remainder of your clothes as well as your box of dryer sheets.

The moment you walked in your eyes widened in horror. Some odd man sat frantically pulling your clothes out of the washer onto the dirty floor.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" You yelled rushing over to stop him. He peered up at you from his crouching position.

"You left your clothes in too long, its my turn now" You blinked

"Only for a few minutes... it just got done less than 5 minutes ago.. now my clothes are all dirty again.. damn it"

"Sorry" He said. His beady eyes were wide and innocent looking. "I'll let you do yours again... I'll pay" He said before shoving yours back in and starting it again.

When that was done he pulled a jam jar out of seemingly nowhere and perched on top of the washer dipping his hand inside the jar and licking his fingers clean of jam. It was disgusting... But you decided to not pay any more attention to it than you had to.

The rest of the time you spent with him was in silence, all you heard was the washer and his lip-smacking. When the washer finished you silently transferred your clothes to the dryer.. this time without your oddball fellow tenant interfering much. Though when he got his own clothes in he did crawl away which freaked you out.

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 4 years ago

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A Failed Betrothal (4)

Am I doing this right? I mostly do write this when I am between the state of sleep and awareness. Hope you enjoy this.

[Masterlist]

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PART 4

Marinette came to a dungeon cell with two other prisoners. One of them was awake and he looked vaguely familiar. The other had an ugly red helmet that didn’t help with the headache she had.

“Do you know where we are?” She asked the handsome stranger with beautiful green eyes, her throat a little dry.

Wait. Handsome?

No bad Marinette. Don’t fall for fellow prisoners, no matter how cute he looks. Oh Kwamis, she was already screwed.

He still hadn’t replied. Maybe he didn’t understand French. She tried to ask again in another language before her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. She faked unconsciousness. Later, she heard the iron door open. She looked through the tiniest slits of her eyes she could muster while the two held a staring/glaring match. Oh shit, that’s the fame Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s, head of the League of Shadows, and the boy she was glaring at had some resemblance to her, so he must be her son, Dennis? Daniel? Damon?

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

Ohh..Damian. Where had she heard that name before?

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Ouch, that hurts. Well, Damian, just because I forgot your name does not mean you can call me a little girl. I can also kill you very easily and painfully.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Red Helmet, Jason, is officially not going on her hit list for his atrocious fashion choices. But that red monstrosity still needs to go.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Marinette felt her hair being yanked. A little pain was expected but the really sharp claws digging into her scalp was not. Making her cry and tear up.

”I am so sorry, kit.” Plagg whispered in the kwami language, loosening his claws.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Damian growled out.

Geez, thanks for the compliment, it’s not like you ever had a tiny cat dig its claws into your scalp out of surprise. (Damian once had a kitten thrown at his head and if he knew about Plagg, he would have been sympathetic.) Marinette started begging for mercy, hoping they would buy the helpless girl out of the suit that is ill-suited for the job she had been chosen for and had no idea on how to escape.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.”

Oh kwamis, what did she ever do to have such a picky groom? The more he insults her, the less she wants to be married to him.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection."

Great, another reason to stop her mother from killing a senile old man.

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

So that’s where she heard it from. The boy was the son of the daughter of a guy who leads a secret order of assassins and a man that owns a multi-million business. How even did a billionaire meet an assassin, ends up in bed with her and lives? Something to think about for later. She quieted down her sobs, (beat that acting, Rossi) kept her voice low to hatch out a plan with Plagg in the kwami language while the mother-son duo bickered.

“Hey, Plagg before you go, you think I can do that thing, the one which your one of your past holders from Japan can do.”

“You have a lot of potential for destruction but you have not used the ring for a long time yet so I am not sure.”

“I will give it a go anyways. Nothing to lose after all. See you later, Plagg.” Marinette smiled, one that drove fear into the hearts of even the bravest of people. Plagg returned it, already loving the new Guardian before zipping out of the cell to do some scouting. Using the enhanced strength the French superheroine got from prolonged use of the Miraculous, she yanked the chains of the walls and wrapped them around Talia’s neck, cutting off her air supply.

The League of Assassins thought that they could kidnap her and get away with it. But they were no match for the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the deadly Blue Reaper. A high ranking member from the group of assassins and mercenaries called the Guild of Night, who had semi-retired. Kidnapping her was a bad move to make as it meant they had declared war on the Guild, despite the reason behind her abduction having a completely different intention.

She whispered as such to the older woman in her tight grip, making sure the League would know how much they had fucked up. After dropping the limp body, she took a deep breath and tried channeling some of her energy for what she was about to do.

Well, here goes nothing.

She breathed out on the shackles, turning it to rust.

Success!

She introduced herself as Lady and concentrated the energy from before into her hand, forming inky black orbs of destruction in order to free her fellow captives. She felt a little drained from doing magic out of the suit and tried not to show it. Plagg returned, informing her of where the Ra’s and the Pits were. She grinned at the thought of showing old Ra’s who the boss is and made sure he regretted ever messing with her. She explained about Plagg as vaguely as she can, no need to let anyone know about the miraculous than necessary. Sure her plan sounds insane but the boys don’t know who they were with.

She would worry about that curse after she got out of Nanda Parbat. Although she could probably find something in the grimoire to reverse it, she was still an amateur at magic so it was best to have a professional to take care of it. Marinette didn’t want to be with such an asshole, no matter how striking he looks in those regal robes.

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Picking off the League assassins, one by one was easy especially in her transformed state. She hadn’t appraised her suit properly but from what she had seen, it wasn’t like Chat Noir’s leather get-up. She was armoured in vital areas and her colour scheme was mainly black with green accents. There were vials that were probably poisons and pouches which she decided to look at later. She still had a long braid as a tail from her brief stint as Lady Noire and she wondered why her suit was different. While hiding in a niche she found, she called the bakery via the comm in one of her various pouches.

“Hello?”

“Papa, it’s me, Marinette. Do you know where Maman is?”

“She went out of Paris, talking about how this League must pay. I think she is meeting up with several of her old friends. Are you alright, my little blossom? I know you can take care of yourself but I worry.” The relief in Tom’s voice was palpable. However, she was right and the Guild was going to war against the League. Marinette was adored by nearly everyone in the Guild due to her strangely bubbly and cheery personality in the harsh and brutal lifestyle.

“I am fine, Papa. Did Maman use the Horse to leave? And how are my friends?” She knew they might be in a panic after her disappearance.

“I think she did. I didn’t see Kalki when I went to feed the kwamis. Your friends panicked when they found out you were kidnapped. But they are fine now, mostly worried about you. Took care of some akumas and senti monsters by themselves. I think your fencer friend, Kagami, knows more about the League than she lets on.” Of course, she does. Her mother was a member of the Guild before being blinded due to a mission. Kagami and her actually first met during a reunion party of sorts.

“Thank you, Papa. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She hung up and dialed the personal phone number her mother uses that only Marinette and her father knows about. She waited for the call to connect, trying to think of ways to stop her mother from storming into the League’s base of operation.

“Maman, it’s me. I know you want to attack the League right this minute. But I have a better plan. Can you get Tikki’s earrings from Alix? We can use them and the ring to destroy the Lazarus Pits. Make them really angry.” She peeked out of the niche she was hiding in. She had been there for a while and needed to move to gain some grounds.

“Where are you? And are you okay?” Panic and worry filled her usually composed mother’s voice.

“I am somewhere in Nanda Parbat and I am fine. I was nearly married off to Talia’s son but I am not now. I think.” Marinette replied. Better to rip that band-aid off before she showed up with her would-have-been-husband. She jumped out of the niche and looked

“Kalki, Full Gallop. Okay, we will talk about the ‘nearly married’ part later. What was this plan to destroy the Lazarus Pits?” Sabine thought she was already used to Marinette’s brand of craziness that was her normal but apparently, not.

“I am currently on my way there. Plagg said we need Tikki to get rid of them. Since the League pissed me off and by extension you and the rest of the Guild, I thought our first move against them is to destroy the Pits and a trail of bodies. By the way, can you get some cheese for Plagg?” Marinette ran through the halls, knocking out some poor sod with a whack on the head.

Silence. She thought Sabine had hung up when-

“Voyage. Alix, where are you? We need Tikki for one of Marinette’s insane plans. And Marinette, stay safe, sweety, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Bye, Maman. See you there.”

Marinette turned another corner, the last one before the path that leads to the entrance where the Lazarus Pits were. She only managed to find it with Plagg’s voice in her head, whispering directions and Tikki’s luck. Unfortunately, the luck ran out because the entrance had a lot of guards who had spotted her.

Crap.

She hoped her mother would get here soon. Thankfully, being transformed gave her a boost and would help her to hold her ground for a while.

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Damian and Red Hood followed the trail of unconscious bodies and sounds of fights, trying to find Lady. Damian was impressed at the level of her skills to defeat many of the League’s assassins although he could probably do better. They relied on his memory to find the Lazarus Pits which was their best bet to finding her as she claimed to be able to destroy them. If Lady possessed such powers, they must find out whether she is a threat to the world or not. And also break the infernal curse they have.

Red Hood was silent mostly. He made a few jabs about how kick ass his ‘bride’ was and how the current Robin should not let her get away. Damian tried really hard not to just maim his adopted brother and also ignore that little fluttering in his chest that happened every time they saw an unconscious assassin left behind by Lady. The sounds of fighting got louder as they got nearer to the entrance. They turned the final corner to see Lady fighting against the guards who outnumbered her. But she seemed to be doing fine against them. Mostly.

One had slipped through her defenses and nearly stabbed her in the back if it weren’t for Damian grabbing one of Red Hood’s guns and shooting a rubber bullet to the neck. He jumped into the fight, grabbing the fallen assassin’s sword and taking out the knife he got from his mother. Jason joined in too, not going to let the two teens have all the fun.

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“Thanks for the save, Al Ghul but I don’t know why you bothered when me being dead would solve your curse problem.” Lady said as the guards laid around them and they tried to catch their breath.

“It’s Wayne. I go by Wayne these days. Being an Al Ghul is not something I learned to be proud of. And as much as I don’t want this curse, your death is not worth that price.” he replied, “Although, I have to wonder why you would choose to die rather than live.”

She chuckled, “Okay, Wayne, to answer your question. Petty teenage drama makes death much more preferable. On top of that, I have responsibilities that I was practically forced into for doing one little act of kindness.” Her tone was joking but there was a touch of bitterness in it. It made Damian want to find out what caused it. Red Hood looked at her in concern. Lady went down the stairs, ignoring their reactions to her words. They followed her, not wanting to lose sight of her again.

The Lazarus Pits emitted a green glow that lit up the cave and cast strange shadows on the walls. At the edge of the glowing toxic green waters was a woman in dark blue clothing and strangely enough wearing sunglasses. Strapped to her sides were two Dao, ancient Chinese swords. She wore a vindictive expression on her face as she stood staring at the green lake, likely to kill anyone who gets in her way. Damian didn’t recognize the woman as part of the League but taking no chances, he got into a fighting stance and Hood did the same. Lady calmly approached the woman. He reached out to grab her to stop her suicidal nature when she shocked him by speaking to the blue-clad assassin in French,

“Hey, Maman, sorry I am late. I had a little trouble with the guards upstairs. You have Tikki?”

Lady’s mother rushed to hug her, “灵儿 (líng er), I am just glad you are alright. I knew you could handle yourself.”

How the hell did Lady’s mother get to the Lazarus Pits faster than them and snuck past several vigilant guards? Before Damian could question further, a red blur appeared and went to Lady’s face, hugging her cheek. It appeared to be the same size as Plagg but was red, looked like a bug and had a black dot on its forehead.

“Oh, Marinette, you are alright. I was so worried when your mother showed up, saying you were kidnapped and needed my earrings to escape.” Unlike Plagg’s nasally voice, her voice was sweet and shrill.

So, my bride’s name is Marinette. Such a unique name for an intriguing girl.

Wait what?

Wayne, stop thinking such ridiculous notions. That is probably the curse working. Resist against it. He will not be ensnared in the traps of such magic. He hoped that the curse will be reversed before he turns and act like those fools in Grayson’s idiotic shows or Todd’s ‘secret’ romance novels.

“I am fine now. See,” reassured Lady, “We actually need you and Plagg to reverse the Lazarus Pits to what it was before someone made the wish that resulted in them in the first place. Oh, I almost forgot. Plagg, claws in.”

Green light flashed, leaving Lady in her wedding robes (which actually flatter her body. Shit. Think of something else. Drake with a smug superior smile that needs to be wiped off his face. Grayson and his plans for ‘family bonding’) and Plagg to reappear.

“Cheese.” whined the cat-like kwami(?) to which the older woman held out a brown bag that smelled and made Plagg perk up in delight. He proceeded to open the bag, taking out a slice of stinky cheese, muttering about the greatness of camembert.

Todd cleared his throat and asked in English, “Umm...Pixie as much as your reunion is touching. Who’s the new lady?”

“Oh Right, sorry. Well, Red Hood, this is my mother, the Blue Reaper of the Guild of Night. Maman, this is Red Hood and the one next to him is my husband-to-be and Talia’s Spawn, Damian Wayne.”

Lady introduced them, also in English. Damian stilled in fear, recognizing the name. The Blue Reaper nearly became his mother-in-law. She was famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness. And gained her nickname from the blue clothing she often wore as she killed her targets. His eyes also widened at how his grandfather had gone a little too far now by kidnapping the Reaper’s daughter. There were other organizations that could possibly take down the League if it weren’t for the somewhat truce between Ra’s and the other leaders. The Guild was one of them and having the Lazarus Pits to revive their soldiers made the League a little more powerful. But if what the mother-daughter duo were planning succeeded, then the League was going to have one of its most deadly wars in its history and would probably never recover from.

“Tikki, Plagg, you guys ready?” asked Lady.

“Yes, Guardian.” They both replied and emitted a blinding red and green light which Damian shielded his eyes from. When it died down, the Lazarus Pits no longer glowed a toxic green and looked… like normal hot spring water.

“Oh. I wished I could see Ra’s face when he finds out.” Lady laughed. Plagg and Todd joined in.

“Pixie, I am beginning to like you.”

“Voyage. That being said, it’s time to go home, Marinette. Your father must be worried sick about us by now. I hope you boys can find your own way back.” A portal opened up, showing a cozy living room. Damian grabbed Lady’s wrist as she moved towards it.

“Wait, let us come with you. We need to contact someone to get rid of the curse on both of us. And we can also call our father to send us tickets for a ride home wherever you live.”

“Curse? Marinette, you never mentioned a curse in your call.” Blue Reaper said, raising her eyebrow.

“I will explain later. They can come with us and I am pretty sure Ra’s knows that we have escaped by now.” Lady grabbed the two brothers and dragged them through the portal.

She then threw herself onto the couch after releasing her hold on them and the two pocket gods went to comfort her after her ordeal. The Blue Reaper stood where the other portal was and fed a floating tiny gray horse, that must be the same species as Tikki or Plagg, some sugarcubes.

“You boys must be tired but the showers are upstairs and we might have some clothes your size. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You can stay the night if you want. Welcome to Paris.”

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(Part 5)

#damian x marinette #mlb x dc #daminette #maribat #Betrothal AU: take 2 #A Failed Betrothal #assassin marinette #sort of #assassin sabine cheng #definitely #Jason is just here for a ride #marinette is a little petty

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the-dream-team · 3 years ago

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Can I Try Again

Another ridiculously fluffy one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week four prompt: picking berries // I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right // the entire song, pink in the night <3

She is beautiful and he is in a perpetual state of falling. Down and down and down the goddamn rabbit hole, but somehow the further James plummets, the brighter his life becomes. It’s the kind of brightness that blinds him- somewhat painfully- and leaves his vision spotty, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lily Evans walks ahead of him, a spring in her step, sunshine pouring through her hair. She’s cut it short for the summer, just above her shoulders, and he’s mesmerized by the way it bounces around her neck as she walks through the gardens of his family’s home. It’s an image he’s played over in his head an infinite number of times, but his rosiest daydreams don’t hold a candle to the real thing. The afternoon light hits his glasses just right and suddenly there’s a halo of glowing stars framing her as she tucks a dark red strand behind her ear. He can’t even see her face, but it doesn’t matter. I could stare at your back all day.

He is the luckiest boy in the world and every moment is made up of the sweetest form of torture. Agony and exuberance whipping his heart back and forth like a rogue Bludger.

She must know, he thinks. Must have some sort of clue that she’s occupied every corner of his mind for well over a year now. Even more so now, after the platform. He wishes more than anything for the ability to read minds as she glances over her shoulder with those startlingly green eyes, that friendly grin.

He can’t help but smile back- or maybe he was already smiling before she even turned around. It doesn’t matter. By some miracle, she’s here, and he can only marvel at the kindness of fate.

***

It had been a passing comment. One of those early morning conversations as his friends frantically scribbled out unfinished essays while shoving waffles down their throats. Chatter muffled by mouthfuls of eggs and yawning. Remus had commented offhandedly about the fruit bowl being passed around, and then-

“Oh, raspberries are my favorite.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already looking at her when she spoke. But truthfully, he was always looking at Lily, a habit he’d long since stopped fighting once he realized how fruitless his efforts were. She was beautiful and he was hopeless. Simply lucky to be in her presence. She was the sun, and he, but a lonely planet, entirely reliant on and endlessly seeking out her light.

Sirius spoke the words James should have if his mind hadn’t gone fuzzy from hearing her voice.

“You know, the Potters have a raspberry patch in their gardens.”

“Oh, really?” She glanced from Sirius to James with a brilliant smile and excited eyes, so purposefully glued to his that he had to duck his head and rake a hand through his hair to hide his heating cheeks.

“That’s right,” he said more to his plate of sausages than to her. “They’re usually ripe to pick by early August.” When he peered back up, she was still looking his way.

“You should come over this summer and take some off our hands,” said Sirius casually, turning towards James as if it had been his idea.

“Yeah,” he jumped in a little too eagerly. “I mean- if you’d like, you’re more than welcome.”

Her smile widened, rounding the apples of her cheeks in a way that made his stomach flip pleasantly. “That sounds like fun.”

He assumed she’d forget the conversation, it had been just another morning, just another casual chat among housemates, but that didn’t keep him from daydreaming about the potential of a far-off day in August rather incessantly during the following months. But then as the school year ended and summer rolled on painfully slowly (and Lily-less), an owl arrived. And her handwriting crawled across the page like a message written in the clouds.

***

Lily swings the woven basket back and forth in her pursuit of the best raspberries. There’s already an impressive bounty growing in her basket, far more than he’s managed to collect- too busy watching her kneel down and pluck berries off their delicate branches to pick any of his own.

He turns to a leafy bush, green and lively and swaying slightly in the warm breeze, and quickly pinches off a handful of berries in an attempt to catch up with her. When she spins around, he’s thankful for the distraction. A minute earlier and she would have caught him staring. Again.

She smiles pleasantly and brushes her fringe off her sweaty forehead with the back of her wrist. James’ heart leaps into his throat.

“You’ve been quiet,” she says, but not accusingly.

“No I haven’t,” he responds, voice gravelly from underuse. “Just been busy picking raspberries.”

She glances at his measly basket, then back to his face with arching brows and an amused smirk.

He can’t help his own guilty grin. “Alright, Evans, I’m sorry we can’t all be unreasonably talented at everything we do.”

“It’s berry picking, Potter,” she laughs, “not advanced Arithmancy.”

In retaliation, he plucks a raspberry off of the nearest branch and playfully throws it at her. She somehow has the gall to lean her head back and catch the goddamn berry between her teeth. His brain short circuits. He’s quite certain his jaw is on the ground. She acts as though this is no big deal, swallowing the fruit with a satisfied smile, her tongue brushing her lower lip before tossing another into her mouth.

“Oh, these are delicious!”

He can’t form a response even if he wants to. Even if it was a matter of life or death, which it sure as hell feels like. He can only stare at her mouth, at her lips stained raspberry-pink, and lose himself in the knowledge that he knows how they feel against his own- even just briefly.

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The platform teemed with students stretching their legs after the long journey home from school, saying their goodbyes to friends as their families greeted them for the summer.

A pit sat in James’ stomach- heavy and demoralizing- the entire train ride back to London. He knew she’d be gone soon. Back with her parents in Cokeworth for two excruciating months before their seventh year began. He’d taken their close proximity for granted during the school year, and as he faced a summer without the promise of her warmth, he wondered if it was even possible living in the dark.

He laughed loudly at a joke Peter told, overcompensating for the fact he’d missed the punchline while his thoughts were spiraling over her. Sirius shot him a look that suggested he wasn’t doing a great job of masking his emotions. Had it been so obvious the entire way home? Could she have noticed the despondency in his eyes, heard the heavy thumping of his heart? He rolled his eyes at Sirius and mustered up the most unbothered smirk he could manage.

But then, without warning, she was in front of him.

“Alright, Potter, don’t let your head overinflate while I’m not around to keep you grounded.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Evans,” he laughed, thankful his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “Just so long as you promise to consider switching your loyalties to Puddlemere. There’s no way the Harpies even make it to the semi-finals this season, and I can’t bear seeing you heartbroken again.”

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” she replied, but the way she threw her arms around his neck seemed to argue she didn’t mean what she said. Instinctually, he hugged her back, and thank Merlin he had her to hold onto as the wind was knocked out of his lungs at her touch. An overwhelming warmth sparkled across every surface their bodies met, and it took every ounce of control he had to restrain the truly pathetic sigh that threatened to escape his throat.

“And I haven’t forgotten,” she spoke into his shoulder, breath hot thorough his t-shirt, “you promised me berry picking this August.”

It would be impossible to miss the rapid beating of his heart through his chest pressed up against hers. “I’m already counting down the days.”

When she pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders for a beat longer than expected, his body moved faster than his brain could keep up with. He leaned forward, aiming for her cheek, but miraculously landing against her mouth- connecting for the briefest of moments before parting again, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. If it weren’t for the ghost of her lips still burning against his own, he might have thought he’d dreamt it.

“Lily, I’m not waiting any longer, we’re leaving, now,” came the unpleasant voice of her sister from across the platform.

Lily’s disoriented smile faltered slightly before she composed herself again, meeting his eye. “I’ll see you in August?”

“Yeah, August,” he somehow said with his mouth still tingling, forever changed by what they now knew.

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The memory of her lips, how they feel pressed between his smile, is harder to ignore when they’re in front of him. He can remember the warmth where they touched him over a month ago and absentmindedly he brings a raspberry to his mouth so he can imagine how she must taste.

His emotions were hard enough to control before he knew what he was missing, but now they are impossible to reign in. He forgets how to breathe, and as a result, his head spins maddeningly. Unsure of how much longer he can stand up straight without making a fool out of himself, he walks forward and lays a hand on Lily’s back- partially to lead her forward, partially because the desire to be connected to her in any way is driving him mad.

She lets him guide her through the rows of bushes, under an ancient wooden archway, and across a courtyard of blossoming poppies and forget-me-nots enclosed by walls of hedges. Yellow and purple petals reflect brilliantly in her green eyes, creating their own fields of wildflowers within her irises. He walks her towards a wide, circular fountain in the middle of the grass where bubbling water spills over onto stone tiers and pours into the basin below, its floor littered with glinting coins, dancing under the water’s rippling surface.

He sits down and she follows suit on the stone ledge surrounding the water, partially shaded by an impressive plum tree. Cool droplets spray off the fountain, refreshing like summer rain singing I love you, I love you, I love you. Lily glances his way and he wonders if she can hear his thoughts.

“Are we finished picking berries?” she asks, eyes squinting and nose crinkling in the sun.

“I figured you had enough to feed a village.” He reaches over and grabs a raspberry from her basket and she gasps in faux outrage.

“Are you really stealing my raspberries, Potter?”

He adores his name on her tongue. “My apologies,” he says, pulling a silver Sickle out of his pocket and sliding it over to where she sits. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “For your troubles. Go on then, make a wish.”

“Oh!” Her eyes light up and she takes hold of the coin, lifting it to her heart as she closes her eyes in search of a wish.

He thinks he could look at her forever. Happy, sunkissed, an unconscious smile playing across her lips. With her eyes shut, he uses a minute to take a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart and compose his dopey grin. They’re sitting close together, knees almost touching with the basket of berries between them. As she tosses the Sickle behind her shoulder, he smells the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo.

She noticeably tries to hide her smile when her eyelids flutter back open.

“What did you wish for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.

She freezes with her eyes locked on his. A pink blush spreads across her cheeks, growing darker the longer he stares back at her. “I can’t tell you,” she says, words sounding choked, “or else it won't come true.”

Her flushed face awakens something in his chest, a confidence that blooms magnificently, turns his nervous, pattering heartbeat into a steady, powerful drum.

His voice drops to a hoarse whisper when he asks, “Can I guess?”

Her breath hitches. “I think you might already know, James.” Her words, the sound of his name, melts him down to a puddle. By some miracle, she continues speaking. “Look, I know I’ve kissed you before-”

“But I didn’t do it right,” he says frantically, his hands finding her face and brushing through her hair. He starts to understand why people advise against looking directly at the sun because being this close to her fills him with such astounding emotion he thinks he might explode. She stares up at him, blush deepening, lips parting, and he takes a ragged breath. “Can I try again?”

This time, when she smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He leans in slowly, letting their breath mix together, their noses bump lightly before he closes the space between their lips. She’s soft and warm and beautiful and radiant and he’s never felt a happiness quite like this one, never experienced a kiss this perfect. His fingers travel over her scorching skin and brush her neck as he deepens the kiss, tasting the raspberries on her tongue, his heart soaring as she responds blissfully until they’re both left breathless.

“And again?” she asks, pulling him back with a smile against his lips.

“And again,” he smiles back, marveling, once again, at the kindness of fate.

#summerofjily #look guys #i have never written present tense before so take that information as you will #and of course i switched to past tense for the flashbacks because I guess I want everyone to suffer #have some sickeningly sweet fluff to make up for it lol #i do not love writing kisses!#but I know you guys like when jily seals the deal so I do it for you #absolutely love this prompt and mitski is that glareingly obvious?#plus picking berries is all i've thought about for 24 hours #<3 #who is reading these tags #seriously lmao #jily fic #jily #lily evans #James potter

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mochiable · 4 years ago

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— how you met nct dream.

anon request: hello! i don’t know if you take this type of request but i would love a scenario on how you meet nct dream ot7 if it’s possible, thank you!

warning: one swear word

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₊˚✧┆𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

you had been watching that cute boy on the badminton court playing with his friends ever since you had started working in the gym and you couldn't help but become more and more interested in him with each passing day. the noises he made when he hit the shuttlecock, the whimpers that came from his pink fluffy lips when he missed the expected shot and the way he frowned and puckered his mouth when his partner missed were some of your favourite things about going to work. yet you had never been able to strike up a conversation. never until this day, when his friends decided to take a break and go watch the football match, while he preferred to stay and practice a bit more.

"you're good," you complimented him once you approached him and threw him a bottle of water, which he managed to catch on the fly. "thank you," he replied flashing you a shy smile, causing his cheekbones to bulge. "where did you learn all that?" you asked sitting down on the bench at the side of the court. he turned to look at you nervously, setting the bottle down once he had taken a sip. "my father... well... he taught me, i guess," he replied, averting his gaze to anywhere on the court except your eyes. "and what do you like best about it?" you questioned him, watching the feather he was playing with bounce on the ground. "ahhh, i... i like badminton, i mean... i like it a lot, like... the... the... the rackets are really nice," he replied trying to find the right words, looking even more tender than ever and causing a smile to form on your lips. but just then his friends arrived, so you stood up and approached him. "nice to meet you, mark," you bowed your head and he copied you, failing to hide the blush on his cheeks.

₊˚✧┆𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

you snorted once more when the card of the hotel you were staying at wouldn't open the door. you had just taken a dip in the pool and were starting to get cold from wearing only a t-shirt over your swimsuit. you had already used every curse word the dictionary had and still the door wouldn't open. until suddenly you heard a click and it did, so you hurriedly tried to enter. however, something a little softer than the door blocked your way, making you bump into it or, rather, into someone.

“can i help you with something?” the boy smiled kindly as two others a little taller than him appeared from behind. you frowned, looking at the number painted on the door and then looking at the number written on your card. it was then that you realised your mistake, “shit! sorry, sorry. i've got the wrong room,” you apologised, trying to hide your embarrassment and nervousness. “is your room next door?” he asked leaning the side of his body against the door frame, to which you nodded, “i hope to see you again then,” he spoke, as the other two boys who hadn't moved yet tried to hide their laughter. you smiled still a little self-consciously and turned around with the intention of getting out of there. “nice outfit, by the way.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

you were taking the dog for a walk in the park as you usually did, but this day was a bit different. you let the dog loose, trusting him completely, although you regretted it after a second when you saw how he ran away from you, starting to chase a boy riding his bike. you ran after him, calling his name and wishing you were born with more stamina, because your lungs weren’t strong enough for that. the boy slowed down when he noticed the animal running after him, who didn't think twice before jumping on top of him and knocking him off his bike, licking his face while getting petted. when you managed to get to where they were, you apologised repeatedly, getting several "don't worry" from the boy, smiling with amusement at your furry friend.

“i hope your dog doesn't attack me again,” he laughed softly, hopping on his bike and riding off, reassuring you that there would definitely be a next time.

₊˚✧┆𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

in the summer you worked in a flower shop, you didn't get paid much but it was enough to pay for your studies. that day, your boss sent you to the most famous dance company in your city to deliver a bouquet with yellow sunflowers, something strange you had to admit.

leaving the lift you bumped into a handsome guy who apologized for not having noticed and almost destroying those beautiful flowers. as an apology he offered to guide you to your destination and you, a bit shy, accepted shyly. you could notice the look of confusion when you pointed out where you should deliver the sunflowers and, when you entered the room, he didn't hesitate to speak.

“so the flowers are for me, you’re the one sending them?” he approached them to smell their soft, fresh scent and then looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. you shook your head slightly, watching an amused pout form on his handsome face, “how bad, i would’ve wished to receive such a gift from someone so pretty.”

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

Songpa Naru Park was perhaps your favourite place to spend the afternoon when you didn't have too much to do. coming here, watching the almond blossoms swaying in the wind, listening to the swallows singing and watching families having a good time were your favourite images. you couldn't miss the photographs, you were nobody without your camera and your snapshots.

at that moment, watching the black and white ducks arguing over which part of the lake belonged to each of them, you felt a flash in your right profile, which made you startle and your camera, which was in your lap, rush to the ground. however, a big hand prevented that horrible disaster.

“forgive me,” the stranger apologised, “i didn't mean to,” he showed you his perfect white teeth as he returned the camera to your lap. “did you take a picture of me?” you asked looking in his direction, remembering that bright light. he looked at you with regret and put his hand to the back of his neck, scratching it nervously, “sorry about that too.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile and lifted your shoulders, “don't worry, it's all right,” you replied turning your gaze back to the lake, “it’s beautiful, isn't it?” you asked, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “yes, very pretty,” he replied, looking at your picture on his camera, which brought another smile to your face, a bigger one this time.

₊˚✧┆𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

you were definitely lost. maybe if you hadn't listened to your brother, you would now be at the restaurant where your parents were waiting for you. but obviously, he didn't want to use the gps as he had "memorised the way". and this is when he forced you to roll down the car window and ask some stranger for help.

“excuse me, could you tell me where Las Torres restaurant is?” you asked a handsome guy, wearing a loose summer brown shirt. he smiled at you and asked for your phone so he could write it down for you, which you readily agreed to. “here you go. i’ve drawn you the official route, but also a small detour that will get you there faster,” he explained, handing you back the phone through the window. after thanking him and saying goodbye, he gave you a smile with a wink, which caused a slight blush to appear on your cheeks. you soon learned the reason for this gesture. he hadn't asked for your mobile phone just to guide you, but to write down his number as well.

₊˚✧┆𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you were having dinner with a friend at one of your favourite restaurants, celebrating the end of the school year and another year of your friendship. however, you weren't paying full attention to your friend, as you were busier watching the boy who hadn't stopped looking at you all night and who, when you looked back at him, looked away, blushing slightly. halfway through dinner you could notice his friend saying something in his ear, looking in your direction, and how the boy's eyes widened while he began to shake his head. but suddenly, the other boy stood up and, ignoring his friend's prayers, approached you with a mischievous smile on his face.

“good evening,” he greeted, interrupting your conversation and resting his hands on the table, “you've caught my friend's eye, but he's too shy and cowardly to come and ask for your number himself, so i’m here to make his dreams come true,” he addressed you with confidence and amusement, pointing to the sweet boy who was now covering his face with the tablecloth. you finally decided to write down your number on the napkin and your heart skipped a beat as the boy smiled shyly at you after receiving the piece of paper with your number written on it.

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a/n: this is my very first multiple scenario and i have to admit i’m very nervous about it. i’d really appreciate it if you could provide me with some feedback and tell what do you think of it! hope you liked it, love you<3

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