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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Throw A Tantrum

Mafia Boss!Lizzie Olsen x fem!reader

Summary: Lizzie won't stop asking you to marry her, it's become a game between you two now, but when Lizzie doesn't handle a situation right you blow off and go on a little shopping trip with her card

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Lizzie and you have an argument

A/N: This is based off of this post

You always knew there was something different about Lizzie. Growing up together in the quiet suburbs, she always had this aura of command around her, even as kids. But you never imagined that one day she would become the head of the mafia, and you certainly didn't expect her to want to marry you.

Living with Lizzie in her sprawling, luxurious penthouse was an experience in itself. The place was a stark contrast to your childhood homes, filled with top-of-the-line furnishings and an almost intimidating level of sophistication. But despite the opulence, there were small touches that made it feel like home—photos of the two of you over the years, your favorite books on the shelves, and the cozy blanket you always curled up with draped over the back of the couch.

One evening, you were curled up on that very couch, reading a book, when Lizzie strolled into the living room. She leaned against the doorframe, her presence both comforting and intimidating, a paradox you had come to accept.

"Marry me," Lizzie said, for the hundredth time, her tone half-serious, half-teasing. Her dark green eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at you.

"No," you replied with a smirk, not even looking up from your book. It was a ritual between you two by now, a game you both enjoyed. Despite your refusals, Lizzie never stopped asking, and you never stopped saying no, but it was all part of the dance you two shared.

"You know," Lizzie began, walking over to sit next to you on the couch, "you'd make a perfect mafia queen. You've got the attitude for it."

"And you have the persistence of a stalker," you shot back, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes softened, a look that made your heart race.

"I just know what I want," Lizzie said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I always get what I want."

You rolled your eyes, though the fluttering in your chest was hard to ignore. "You can't just go around deciding people's lives for them, Lizzie."

"Maybe not everyone," she conceded, a sly smile playing on her lips, "but you? You're different."

"Different how?" you challenged, leaning in slightly.

"Different as in, you're already my wife in every way that matters," she said softly, her fingers grazing your cheek. "I spoil you, protect you, and love you more than anything in this world."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. Despite your playful refusals, you were deeply in love with Lizzie. You just couldn't admit it out loud, not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty. But every touch, every glance she gave you made it harder to resist her.

"You're delusional," you teased, trying to keep the mood light, but your voice betrayed your true feelings.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips now inches from yours, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Before you could respond, she closed the gap, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. It was a kiss that spoke of years of friendship, unspoken feelings, and a future you were too scared to embrace.

When she finally pulled away, you were breathless, your resolve crumbling.

"One day," Lizzie murmured, her forehead resting against yours, "you'll say yes."

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But until then, enjoy the chase."

Lizzie chuckled, pulling you into her arms. "Oh, I am, darling. I am."

And as you nestled into her embrace, surrounded by the familiarity of your shared home, you knew that no matter how much you teased or resisted, Lizzie would always be there, loving you in her own fierce, unwavering way.

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Lizzie's penthouse had five bedrooms, each more lavish than the last. Yet, from the moment you moved in, Lizzie had insisted that you share her bedroom. "For your protection," she'd said, her tone brooking no argument. You had reluctantly agreed, knowing that her insistence came from a place of love and concern.

One night, after a particularly trying day, you found yourself lying in bed with Lizzie. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the plush bedding and elegant décor. Lizzie's arms were wrapped around you, her hands roaming over your back in a soothing, familiar pattern. Her lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss, feeling a mixture of love and frustration.

You loved these moments and hated them all in one breath. The intimacy, the warmth of her touch, the way she made you feel safe and cherished—it was intoxicating. But it also made you painfully aware of how much you wanted to submit, to be hers completely. And that terrified you.

Lizzie's kisses grew more passionate, her hands exploring with a hunger that mirrored your own. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you deepened the kiss. Yet, in the back of your mind, a voice whispered that you couldn't allow yourself to fully give in. Not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes searched yours, as if seeking answers to unspoken questions. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly, her breath warm against your skin.

You hesitated, struggling to find the words. "I... I love you, Lizzie. You know that. But I can't—"

"Shh," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to explain. I understand."

And she did. Lizzie knew your fears, your doubts, and the reasons behind your resistance. She respected them, even if it meant enduring the ache of unfulfilled longing.

"I just want you to know that I'm here," Lizzie whispered, her fingers brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be here."

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Nestling closer to her, you allowed yourself to bask in the comfort of her embrace, even if just for a little while longer.

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It started out as a minor disagreement, something trivial about the way Lizzie handled a situation with one of her lieutenants. But, as things often did with the two of you, it quickly escalated.

“You never listen to me, Lizzie!” you shouted, frustration boiling over. “You just do whatever you want, without considering how it affects others!”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed, her calm demeanor cracking just a bit. “I always listen to you. But sometimes, there are things you don’t understand about my world.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you retorted. “It’s your world, not ours. You always have to be in control.”

The argument continued to spiral until you stormed out, grabbing your keys and slamming the door behind you. You needed space, a chance to cool down and clear your head. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of retail therapy.

Hours passed, and you found yourself at the most luxurious boutiques in the city. Every swipe of your card felt like a small act of rebellion, a way to assert some control in a situation where you often felt powerless. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, anything and everything caught your eye.

Meanwhile, back at home, Lizzie was dealing with the aftermath of your fight. She knew she had pushed too hard, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. That is, until her phone rang.

“Miss Olsen,” the bank manager’s voice was cautious. “There’s been an unusual amount of spending on one of your accounts. We wanted to verify—”

“It’s fine,” Lizzie interrupted, a wry smile on her lips as she realized what you were doing. “Just my future wife throwing a tantrum.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a tentative, “Understood, Miss Olsen. Should we impose any limits?”

“No,” Lizzie said firmly. “Let her buy whatever she wants. She’ll come home eventually.”

And she was right. Laden with shopping bags and feeling a mix of satisfaction and guilt, you finally returned. Lizzie was waiting, her expression a blend of amusement and exasperation.

“Had fun?” she asked, eyeing the mountain of bags you set down.

“Immensely,” you replied, though your tone was softer now, the anger having dissipated.

Lizzie stepped closer, taking your hands in hers. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I do listen to you, and I do care about what you think. Sometimes I just get… carried away.”

You sighed, leaning into her touch. “I know. And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that.”

Lizzie pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “It’s okay. Just promise me you won’t run off and bankrupt me every time we argue.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against her shoulder. “Deal. But only if you promise to actually listen.”

“Deal,” she echoed, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Now, let’s go through these bags and see what my future wife bought.”

As you sat together, sorting through your extravagant purchases, you took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge. "Lizzie," you started, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yes?" she looked up, her eyes full of curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"Ask me again," you said softly.

Her brows furrowed for a moment before realization dawned on her face. A slow smile spread across her lips as she took your hands in hers once more. "Will you marry me?"

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Yes, Lizzie. I'll marry you."

Lizzie pulled you into a kiss, her arms tightening around you as if she never wanted to let go. And in that moment, surrounded by shopping bags and the remnants of a heated argument, you knew you had made the right decision. No matter the ups and downs, you were ready to face them together, as partners, as lovers, and now, as fiancées.

[lawlietscaramels]

holding L's cheeks in your hands and oh fuck are they cold, just like stone but far more soft. He doesn't seem bothered, accepts the warmth of your hands, but surely, surely they aren't so cold all the time? Perhaps. Perhaps they are. They're tinged pink now, though, and L tends to show embarrassment through other ways than blush, so perhaps not. It's winter, not by the calendar but by the weather, and bundled up as he is you can tell it wasn't enough to keep him warm outside – bad circulation, maybe. The bottom of your hands brush against the cream scarf around his shoulders as you readjust, his head bent and eyes wide to observe all he can, and you pinch his cold pink cheeks and he falls in love, again.

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

©lawlietscaramels. Do not repost on other sites, claim as your own work, edit, rewrite or “fix,” feed to AI or otherwise use unethically.

[caramelarchive]

You're Pretty. ╾ L

Not my best work by far, but I think it's cute! Just a quick little drabble (I think- I've never figured out quite what the classification system is for writing on here lmao) so I can start this blog up. Enjoy!

I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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It was rather dark, the room only lit by the many screens scattered around you and more so around L.

As you clicked away at the keyboard, the sound of rustling wrappers indicated the detective was trailing his slender fingers through a bowl of sweets, judging each one so he could determine the ideal order in which to eat them. You glanced at L as he picked one up, fiddling with the wrapper. He glanced back, pressed a finger to his lips and slowly pushed the bottom one to the side.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?"

L's tone is of course as cold and monotonic as usual as his unblinking, oddly wide eyes hold yours. You just smile, watch as he places the candy on his tongue and swallows it.

"You're pretty."

A beat.

"I see."

And a much longer silence. It fills the room up, unspoken whispers piling on top of thoughts to create a cold blue weight in the atmosphere.

"...There is an 86% chance you just lied, Y/N." L's hands grip his knees a little tighter as the detective stares ahead at his computer. "I told you to stop lying. It frustrates me to no end."

"I said nothing false, L."

"Ryuzaki," he absentmindedly corrects, pointing one of those long, pale fingers at you as he reaches for another candy.

"I think you're pretty."

He turns back to you after a minute, his brow slowly creasing. He prods his thumb against his lips again. "I am well aware I do not conform to the superficial beauty standards society holds."

"So?"

"I don't think that you ought to view me as 'pretty'."

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, eyes closing as you raised a hand in a half-shrug. "I don't understand why you think I'm lying about something so simple, Ryuzaki. I don't need you to conform to society's standards. And honestly, I quite like that you don't. Please just take my word that I find you visually appealing."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You're pretty."

"I require you to at least provide a basis for your argument."

You pause and look at L for a second, then lean over to give him a little peck on the cheek. You steal one of his sweets as you retreat and grin as you throw it into your mouth.

"Bias."

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[leiluvs]

thinking about how true form sukuna would make it impossible to leave his grip. that man has FOUR arms.

mornings with him would consist of trying to pry his arms off you as he encases you in his embrace with his other set of arms. it would just loop until you eventually give up and sink in his hold as he tightens his grip around your frame with his 4 arms sighing happily

[eiseryn]

Lei's Birthday 2024 - Gift Shopping

Description: A short story featuring original characters from my cyberpunk campaign in a modern AU. Gigi plans a shopping trip for her best friend Lei's birthday gifts and brings along two of their friends. For some reason, Lei's boyfriend wants to tag along and Gigi isn't sure about how she feels about him with her beloved best friend. In spending a little more time with Vail, maybe Gigi will learn to see what her best friend likes in her man and find a way to support them?

Length: 1.5k words

Characters: Gigi, Vail, (mentioned: Lei, Ceres, Elise)

Relationships: Gigi + Vail (platonic), implied Vail / Lei (romantic)

It was September again. The smell of rain, the crinkly red and yellow leaves, and pumpkin spice lattes being available were all indicative of that. 

And what also came with September was the approaching of Lei’s birthday. Last year, Gigi had thrown a large surprise birthday bash, but this year, Lei’s birthday aligned with the mid autumn festival so Lei had requested something smaller. Who was Gigi to refuse her best friend’s requests? 

So the weekend before Lei’s birthday, which was unfortunately on a weekday, Gigi had called up the girls — which was what she liked to call Elise and Ceres — and planned a gift  shopping day. This was so that none of them would get Lei overlapping gifts. 

That had gone well. Elise efficiently picked up a scented candle and some bath bombs in Lei’s favourite floral scents. Ceres, the cute little thing, had said she already handmade Lei’s gift and simply came to pick up some gift wrap. Only when Gigi pressed and insisted, did Ceres reveal the carefully painted portraits of Cillin and Meng, Lei’s beloved cats. Gigi couldn’t help but pat such a cute girl on the head! 

Gigi herself already knew what she was going to get Lei — it had become a tradition for them to buy each other outfits for their birthdays. Usually they would try to get each other things that were similar to the other’s closet, but this year, Gigi wanted to challenge Lei a little outside of her comfort zone. This year, Gigi had opted for a multi-layered flowy white chiffon dress and a black corset-like pleather belt. Paired with some comfy leather boots and some scarves, it would have Lei looking like a pirate princess. 

Now Gigi herself and the girls all aligned with her expectations and they finished their shopping with relative efficiency. What she did not expect was a particular blue-haired man wanting to tag along.

And thus it lead to her current predicament now: 

“Vail, you could string a few beads on some cooking twine and give Lei that, and she would still call it the best bracelet she’s ever received.” Gigi said, with a dramatic sigh, holding the palm of her hand to her forehead. 

Vail had tagged along to all the shops the girls went to, saying very little as he followed behind them like some lost puppy. But it seemed that he was struggling with choosing what to get Lei for her birthday gift. 

Gigi didn’t have anything in particular against Vail. He was on the short side, had decent-enough facial features that could make him objectively “cute”, and he wasn’t an asshole. Even before he and Lei had officially started dating, Gigi could already tell that he was genuinely interested in Lei. And since Lei and him had been dating for some time now, Gigi could tell he made her happy. Even so, Gigi was not particularly impressed by him. In Gigi’s eyes, Lei deserved someone who would pluck the stars out of the sky for her. 

Gigi and Vail had been in the jewelry store for the past half hour and even Gigi’s bottomless patience had worn a little thin. Just a little. 

“Maybe,” Vail said, looking up at Gigi from the extensive earring rack he was studying intensely. “But I want to give her something nice.” 

Maybe if you knew what she liked, you wouldn’t be having such a hard time deciding, Gigi thought in her head, but didn’t say. 

Instead, Gigi sighed. “Why can’t you be like other guys and slap a ribbon on your crotch and call it a day?”

Vail made no indication that he had heard her, although Gigi could see that the tips of his ears had grown suspiciously red. 

Flipping her wavy red hair behind her, Gigi turned away from him and began to browse through the jeweled hair clips in the row over. “Well, if you would like my help so we can go home sometime today, I’ll just be over here.”

They browsed in a few minutes of awkward silence before he finally cleared his throat and said. “Do you know anywhere they might sell mooncake earrings?”

Finally! Took you long enough! Gigi screamed in her head. But again, out of manners, she did not say this aloud.

“I know just the place.” Gigi smiled, already beginning to walk out of the store. “Come on, let’s go get some cute earrings.”

The place she had in mind was a little artisan shop that featured small artists. It was a personal favourite of Gigi herself. Just the week before, Lei and Gigi had visited after class and Lei had actually picked up the mooncake earrings that Gigi was now recommending to Vail. 

Perhaps he does pay attention to what Lei likes, Gigi was beginning to realize as she promptly showed him the wooden shelf. She pointed at the golden yellow mooncakes, intricately carved with a Chinese character, and hanging from golden hooks. 

He picked up the earrings, and then shook his head and placed them back on the rack. “This won’t do.” He said. “She only wears silver.” 

That was something Gigi occasionally forgot herself until Lei mentioned it. Gigi was surprised that he even remembered.

After her initial shock, she straightened herself up and cleared her throat to say, “Hmmm I’ll ask one of the employees if they have any left in silver. I think there were some last week.” 

The employee was called over and after explaining the situation, the employee gestured to a hidden drawer underneath the display. After digging through it, the employee pulled out a pair of earrings on a cute red backing card.

The earrings were depicting white snowskin mooncakes and placed on silver hooks. The red backing card even had the design of a very round white bunny on it. 

“That looks great, thanks.” Vail said as the employee dropped the earrings in his hand. 

“Wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Gigi said to Vail with just a little bit of sass, after the employee had left to go back to their post. 

But Vail wasn’t looking at her or listening to her at all. Instead, his attention seemed to be on the glass display case that the employee was behind. Behind the glass, there were shelves of what appeared to be handcrafted rings of different kinds, nestled in velvet beds. 

Gigi placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. She knew Vail was serious about Lei, but wasn’t aware he was that serious. She watched him, seeing his brown eyes full of longing as he gazed at what was behind the glass. In those eyes, she saw someone who was willing to try to pluck the stars out of the sky for her beloved friend. 

Perhaps she had underestimated him more than once today. Although Gigi hated being wrong, she hated having the wrong idea about people more. 

“Vail?” Gigi said, her booming voice piercing through the quiet of the shop. “Is there something else you wanted to buy today?”

This seemed to shake Vail out of his daze and he shook his head. “Sorry, did you say something before? I didn’t hear it.”

Perhaps it’s not time yet, Gigi thought, but now I can see the future that Lei dreamed of coming true. For now though, Gigi would bide her time and make sure she got as much quality time with her best friend before she was taken away. 

Gigi shook her head, a small smile on her face. “It’s nothing important. I was just wondering if you were ready to go.” 

“Oh, right. Hmmm… I guess I can pick up a second pair of earrings. It seems there’s a deal for two.” Vail said, his gaze returning to Gigi and then the shelf.

“Right…” Gigi smirked at him, her hand firmly placed on her hip. “Well, after you’re done, let’s go find the girls. We’re getting bubble tea. My treat.” 

He looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Nah, it’s okay. Thanks though. I appreciate your help today so if anything, I should be treating you to bubble tea.” 

“Nonsense!” Gigi shook her finger at him. “It’s a tradition when I go out with the girls that someone treats the others to bubble tea. Not only is today my turn, but today you’re an honorary girlie. After all, we all came shopping with the intention of making our darling Lei happy, no?” 

He smiled then, something rare to Gigi, but something that might have been familiar to Lei. Very vaguely, at the back of her mind, did Gigi remember how Lei had swooned about his soft smiles. 

“Alright, you got me. I’ll buy the ingredients for the hotpot then.” Vail said with his small smile. 

“Throw in some prime-grade meats and it’s a deal~” 

Vail seemed to think about it only to humour her — Gigi knew he wasn’t going to refuse — before he nodded and said, “Deal.” 

Delighted, Gigi let out a laugh, which could be heard outside the store as she and Vail shook on it.

Author's Notes:

Gigi / Vail friendship is something I didn't know I needed until now. It's the best friend / boyfriend solidarity in supporting their fave girl

GIGI'S POV IS SO FUN TO WRITE T_T IM SO SAD SHE'S BARELY GOING TO APPEAR IN THE CYBERPUNK VN (I feel like she'd be popular)

sorry this is kinda messy orz I didn't edit that much for once and this is really experimental / for fun

I know it's also super late for Lei's birthday but I've been dealing with other stuff so :'D if I have more motivation to write then I might do part 2 (Ceres POV) + part 3 (Vail POV) for Lei's birthday. There might be Lei POV for part 3 instead of Vail actually who knows 🤪🤷‍♀️

[gojosatorubrainrot]

Guys! If any of you want to be in my taglist, just let me know by commenting this post 🥰

[heart2beom]

it's supposed to be a drabble so i was worried this might've crossed the line a little bit (cough 1.9k wc cough cough) but you're so right, i should've added a little more for them 😮‍💨

best friends to lovers for beomgyu is like putting peanut butter and jam together it just makes sense!!!!!

totally unlabeled kisses

➞ pairing: best friend!beomgyu x f!reader

➞ synopsis: in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

➞ genre: fluff, comedy, b2l

➞ notes: i just realized how much im going to exhaust this trope on the blog, with the event + my other big fic...oooh, there's going to be some repetition here. by the time i'm done, won't be able to write anything b2l related. request + request.

★ the playlist .

taglist: @boba-beom , 700 event masterlist!

Questions you've grown to be annoyingly accustomed to at some point in your life: "What college are you going to?" — that one was a pain for a few months, "When are you getting married?" — this one’s going to be a pain for a few decades, "Is it that time of the month again?" — you sorta learn to filter this question out of your head.

Questions you haven't built tolerance for: "Are you guys together?"

It's ten times more aggravating when it’s always, always about the same person. Y'know, none other than the annoying, but to his credit, somewhat funny, and sorta loveable goofball that is Choi Beomgyu.

Each time, you'd say a similarly repetitive response: "No, we're just friends." Which is exactly what it was. Beomgyu is your best friend. Has been your best friend— for, like, forever.

Starting right from the torturous tween stage that was middle school, to now, it's the question that followed you both to the hells of earth. The era of awkward bowlcuts and invisaligns that fooled no one have been long behind you, yet it seemed that the theory you and Beomgyu were secretly together never passed. Ever.

Sure, you get it, it's the childhood friends to marriage descend that gets everyone swooning, but that was totally not you and Beomgyu.

Even after what happened two months ago. You decided to lean a little too close that day, and somehow, your lips captured his, at a house party, in god knows whose closet. You’re not sure why you went for it—you liked to blame the drinking game you played a little before this, or the darkness of the closet, or the way his breathing was magnified to your ears, how it synced with yours. You don’t even remember how you got in the closet with him.

What you do remember is how the kiss was a little hesitant and trying, tongue testing the waters before Beomgyu decided on his own to tilt his head at an angle, turning the chaste kiss into a little more. 

You liked it.

You liked how his lips were soft, yet the slight roughness of the kiss had you forgetting it was Choi fucking Beomgyu you had your arms around—the boy you’ve seen pick his boogers more times than you’d like to count. His rather large hands cupped your cheeks, still kissing you like his life depended on it.

You call it the Closet incident. 

…There were lots of repeats of the Closet incident.

On top of a kitchen counter, in front of your flat’s entrance, in the hallway of Beomgyu’s dormitory, on the couch, in a movie theater as your unknowing friends sat a seat in front of you focused on the gore scene, in Beomgyu’s rusted, mario kart that he calls a car. But obviously, no feelings involved. Obviously.

"Can you make me look good this time?"

You scoff incredulously. "I always make you look good."

It’s a Friday and Beomgyu came over to your place to pick you up for your friend dates, like usual. Which consisted of going to the mall, then a trip to the local movie theater, and finally getting your favorite frozen yogurt. His go-to flavor being red velvet, and yours good ol’ chocolate mint. You never hear the end of it from Beomgyu.

"I have something to ask by the way." Beomgyu throws his head back on the couch, staring up at you. He’s situated on the floor, between your legs as you braid his hair. What? It’s therapeutic.

“You know how Heeseung asked you if you were dating anyone yesterday?”

“Turn your head to the left, Gyu.” you mutter, eyes narrowing as you focus on his hair, taking the braiding pretty seriously. “And yeah? What about it?”

He doesn’t budge, arms lazily crossed. “Why’d you tell him no?”

Your fingers stop the braid, blinking a few times down at Beomgyu. “Because…I’m not dating anyone.”

He naively blinks a few times, still staring up at you, before cracking a weirdly conflicted smile, as if he got to his senses. Then he turns his head to the left like you asked him to earlier, “Oh, yeah, I mean… yeah.”

You manage to give him a quick smile back, albeit a little stiff, as you refocus your attention on his hair again. But it’s near damn impossible, thoughts as to what Beomgyu was trying to imply clouding your head too much for proper focus.

What’d he want you to say? You weren’t dating anyone, Beomgyu knew, you knew, everyone knew. But he was still confused in those three seconds, as if that wasn’t true. And that had your head in a jumble. 

It wasn’t like this was the only thing he’s done or said that had you questioning what he felt about you was a little more than platonic. 

Like, yesterday as an example, when Beomgyu showed up by your side, presumably out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around your waist when Heeseung approached you.

Or the time you were playing truth or dare and Taehyun asked him if he liked anyone that was in the room, and you swear he found your eyes for a few seconds before smiling and downing his drink— choosing to leave the question unanswered, the rest groaning of how he was no fun.

You’re reading too much into things…right? 

It’s all you’ve been thinking about at the time of your slumber. And it made the occasional, random makeout sessions that much more impactful. Your finger lingering on your lip, starstruck after just a single peck from Beomgyu, as if you were a middle schooler who just got her first kiss.

“What do you think?”

He looks at himself through his phone’s camera at every possible angle, a genuine smile creeping up his face, “It’s so cute, I love it.” When he practically jumps on you, you fall to a laying position, and laugh. He resembled a puppy. “I told you you should be a hairstylist.”

The proximity of his face near yours doesn’t faze you—or you at least hope it looks like that. You quirk a brow, “Since when?”

He taps his index finger on his temple, “Telepathy. I tell you everyday through telepathy.”

Surprisingly, that gets you to snort, broken completely out of your previous reverie— he was ridiculous. 

“I like it so much I want to kiss you.”

He’s quick to follow through, landing a silly peck on your lips. You know it didn’t even look that good, but he still managed to make you feel like you gave him the hairstyle of the century. Which had no business making your heartbeat just a tinge faster. Oh, it’s bad for you.

You adjust your position by attempting to sit up straight. He catches that, a confused smile as he gets off you. You purse your lips, the awkward silence not a bother as you think of ways you could put all your confusion the past few weeks into one simple sentence. 

“Beomgyu, do you… like me?”

You can tell that by the sudden question, he’s taken back, the corner of his lips falling. Before he does his habit again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, a hesitant grin plastered on his face. “I mean, isn’t it a little obvious?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh no, no it wasn’t …obvious!” It wasn’t! Beomgyu was naturally a romantic, how would you catch that he was serious?

He raises his brows. “What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?”

You think over it for a second. “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.”

“Busted.” he puts up his hands as mock retreat, then sighs, “But for reason. This isn’t how I thought this…would go. But, yeah…I do like you. In the gross romantic way. Maybe L-word you too. I don’t know, I just know that my heart dumbly wholeheartedly believes that you’re my soulmate. For whatever reason.”

You feel your mouth dry, looking up at Beomgyu, your movement still. “Since when?”

Beomgyu chews down on his bottom lip, hesitating before he quietly says, “Since you got me the cookie and cream ice cream sandwich as an apology for saying my ex-girlfriend was butt ugly.”

It’s so comically specific yet it’s still funny how you immediately say, “Seventh grade.” Because you also remember, you very clearly remember the day Beomgyu had bawled his eyes out, because he just got dumped, and your attempt of trying to comfort him by saying he had awful taste. Turns out, people don’t like being told that their ex wasn’t good looking fresh out of the relationship. 

The fury you felt at the sight of seeing Beomgyu so sad could’ve been explained by just the fact that you were extremely close friends, but you’re now left wondering if you also liked him a little back then.

“I like you too.”

Beomgyu huffs out a laugh through his nose, shaking his head, “You don’t have to say that just because I said it. I don’t cry over rejections anymore.” 

Your eyes wander down to his lips for a split second. Then to the man in front of you, his loose fitted signature flannel so…Beomgyu. His quirky styled hair, so fitting on him. No matter how much he matured, his features undeniably handsome, he was still the boy you proudly call a best friend. Your best friend. “No, I like you. In the gross romantic way.”

You’re more sure now in comparison to seven years ago. 

He falls silent, staring at you before he lets out a quiet, “Oh.”

You sit there, playing with your hands as you wait for Beomgyu to say something a little more than that. You’re not sure what’s going through his head, you often feel like, even after knowing him for so long, you don’t know what happens in there. At all.

You’re caught off guard when you feel Beomgyu’s familiar lips on yours, but quickly linger against them, letting him take a hold of you, as he was above you again. 

You feel his smile break into the kiss and you stop for a moment. "Are we a couple now?" he asks, barely a whisper. You nod.

"We swore to everyone this would never happen." You swore to yourself that you didn’t like Beomgyu ‘like that’. Always so sure, so sure that he was nothing but a friend. 

Everyone saw it but you. How idiotic did you look?

"Exactly. We're never going to hear the end of it. But..."

"But... it's worth it?" you finish his sentence.

You like the way his eyes glint under the dim light of your living room. You like the curve of the ends of his lips, the way they create the cutest, most adorable whisker dimples. He lays his forehead on yours. "Like, thirty thousand times worth it."

"People usually say a million..." you tease with a tilt of your head.

His breath fans against your skin before smiling and leaning his head in for another kiss. He catches you by surprise again, but this time you’re a little more prepared, your arms quickly finding their way, hanging off your freshly new boyfriend slash best friend for life’s shoulder. But then he pulls away.

Way too fast. "That was to shut you up for being a smartass." You're slightly left out of breath, your chest softly rising and falling as you look at him confused.

“And this…” He kisses the tip of your nose, “Is for not turning down Heeseung yesterday and making me stupidly, ridiculously sulky."

You catch onto what he’s doing, giggling, but still ask "What are you doing, idiot?" 

He doesn't stop, still as smiley as ever. He kisses the temple of your cheek, "This is for all the years I've chased after your oblivious ass."

Your other cheek, "This is for…”

Suddenly, he peppers kisses all over your face and your giggles turn into full on laughter the more he kisses all over your skin— it's ticklish. When he stops and it's silent you feel the energy shift. You ask the pending question with a whisper, "And what was that for?"

Silence overtakes him as he stares down at you, a faint smile on his face.

"For all the decades I'll spend loving you."

notes: reblogging [the little sign by the heart button] helps push this fic! it's the main thing that helps me out and its what tumblr's algorithm picks up on!! thoughts are appreciated, always ^^ ❤

[opultea]

"Even though you might end up regretting enabling his little habit" I would love to enable this so allow me to propose a concept if you will: infodumping being a mutual love language. A

Like kaveh walks in on a date night by accident and the reader's explaining the nuances of wine making in mondstat and Alhaitham is sitting on the couch drinking said wine and also taking notes. Reader and Alhaitham try to see who can find a more niche topic for their lectures discussions to borderline comical degrees but even if it isn't initially interesting to either party they love listening to their person explain it. Just showing you love someone by both listening and being listened to as they each discuss some niche topic that they hold interest in >>>>>>

Love this, honestly being with Alhaitham would be like being on a national debate team but in the best way possible. So here's a little drabble because this is so cute and so funny (and also my first ask so thank you!!)

You and Alhaitham to each other:

Alhaitham with a partner that mutually infodumps

Alhaitham x GN Reader (No pronouns) - Fluff/Crack - SFW Based on this headcanon

Usually when you and Alhaitham plan date nights, you like to tell Kaveh in advance, just so he knows you'll be taking up the living space for a while. Kaveh is more than happy to leave for a night on the town whenever this occurs, since walking in on whatever you weirdos get up to would be his waking nightmare.

However, it seems that tonight you had forgotten to inform your boyfriend's roommate about the night's events, being too caught up in some last-minute work to remember to notify him. Alhaitham certainly isn't going to bother telling Kaveh, if he walks in on something he doesn't want to see, then it's his problem.

So here we have the poor, unsuspecting Kaveh, groggily unlocking the door to your shared house after a long day of fighting for funding for his projects. Kaveh thinks of the glass of wine he'll be pouring for himself once he gets inside, the plush couch he'll be lounging on, and the quiet of the end of a long day. But his dreams and his expectations are shattered when he passes through the doorway to the living room.

Before him, you stand at the large portable whiteboard with a pile of scattered papers around you, covering every surface in white sheets scribbled with ink. Alhaitham is sitting on the couch in front, his own set of papers spread across the cushions and a notebook in his hand. Neither of you seemed to notice the confused architect in the doorway as you continue on your tangent.

"So you see, because of the average density, shape, and weight distribution of a squirrel, it has such a low terminal velocity that it could not possibly be harmed by falling from any distance," You scribble your conclusion across the full, messy whiteboard as you speak. Alhaitham hums in acknowledgement before standing from the couch, taking one of the two wine glasses on the table and bringing it to your lips for you to drink as you write. "Thank you dear,"

"What in the name of the Dendro Archon are you two doing?" You turn, finally noticing Kaveh at the entrance of the room. You smile and wave slightly, though Alhaitham is not as happy with the arrival.

"We happen to be on a date, so if you wouldn't mind, I think this is your cue to leave."

Kaveh's jaw drops as he takes the scene in further. "A date? This is what you lunatics call a date?!"

"Well, this is what we usually do," You reason, confused about the indignation in Kaveh's voice. "So far tonight I've gone through corvid thanatology, the effect of ley lines on geographical isolation, and the terminal velocity of squirrels."

"I have touched on the theories of atmospheric pressure differences in Enkanomiya, and the nuances within viticultural methods in differing regions," Alhaitham follows. "Now would you mind? You're disrupting our question time."

"Question time? What is this, an official debate? And geographical isolation, atmospheric differences, squirrel physics? What in Teyvat do you need to know about that for? Unless you're planning on taking up yet another course of study," Kaveh gestures wildly to the messy lounge. "Look what you've done to the place!"

"Well we enjoy teaching each other new things, even if the topics are a bit niche," You explain.

"Especially if the topics are niche," Alhaitham says, taking you in his arms. "Perhaps if you weren't so unfocused, you could appreciate the intellectual stimulation we provide each other,"

Kaveh tried not to gag as the two of you face each other in a loving embrace, Alhaitham caressing your cheek with his palm as he compliments your evidence. You smile and press a kiss to the inside of his palm, returning his compliments with your own.

"Of course you of all people don't know how to plan a date Alhaitham," Kaveh taunts.

"I'm sorry, but I believe I am the one with the significant other. So your reasoning is entirely null,"

"Why you-"

"Enough, both of you," You cut in. You take on a gentler, slightly apologetic tone as you turn to Kaveh. "I'm sorry I forgot to tell you we were having a date tonight Kaveh, but do you think we could have a little more time to ourselves?"

"You don't have to bargain with him," Alhaitham says, now electing to ignore the architect entirely. "Let's just kick him out. He can deal with the consequences of his interruption,"

"Ugh, there's no need. I don't want to have to see this any longer. Have fun with your so-called date,"

Kaveh sighed as he closed the door, hearing the two of you continue your series of lectures inside. He supposed he would have to get that glass of wine at the tavern instead.

[1mlei]

Hello! :]

First of all, I wanna say that my Soulmate AU was originally only meant to be a short drabble, but I now have the next three chapters planned out, and there's still so much more to be done after those chapters. I'm excited to start writing them!

That's the only update I have, the rest of this is just gonna be me rambling a bit :)

Soo, I'm Lei.

I've always loved writing, and I've written a few fanfics before, but for the past few years I've struggled with a lack of inspiration for my typical stories. I realized I hadn't written for Danny Phantom for quite a while, even though it was the first fandom I was ever in.

I'm one of the people on here who hasn't read any DC comics, though I'm looking into starting sometime in the future. I fell in love with the DC characters by reading crossovers, and after a few months of lurking, two days ago I decided to post a few short drabbles on here, just for fun. I love ao3, but writing the scenes I want without the pressure of having to flesh out a whole story around them has been amazing so far. Don't misunderstand, I'm fully dedicated to my Soulmate AU story now, but I'll write it at my own pace :)

Anyways, the main thing I wanted to do other than give a quick update about my AU is say that I am so surprised with the response. I know that in the grand scale of things my numbers are inconsequential, but I was kind off expecting my silly little stories to go unnoticed in the sea of amazing content in this fandom.

I'm humbled by the kind words I've gotten, and I'm so happy for every like I get. I guess over the years of basically forcing myself to write a story I wasn't inspired by anymore I kinda forgot the joy of writing something just for the heck of it, then waking up to seeing that I was able to bring a tiny piece of joy to the lives of several hundred people.

Don't mind me getting sentimental, I'm just realizing as I type this that writing is my true passion in life and I'm rediscovering my love for it.

Anyway, thank you so much for the support on my writing, I'm so so happy that people have been enjoying it! You can expect an update tomorrow or the day after, I can't wait to share it with you! :D

[50-states-50-pynch-fics]

Do you write fic for The Raven Cycle and The Dreamer Trilogy (or do you want to)? Does the epilogue of Greywaren leave you yearning for more about what Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish do in their post-canon life together?

Then this is just the thing for you!

50 States, 50* Pynch Fics is a fandom event seeking exactly what it sounds like: fifty-one Pynch fics, one set in every state and Washington, DC, following these two assholes around as they go about the United States together, fixing ley lines and doing other magical nonsense in their post-canon lives.

Have you ever wanted to write Pynch running into Bigfoot in the Pacific Northwest? How about having a grand old time in Palm Springs?

If you answered yes to the above, or if you have other ideas about Pynch interacting with cryptids, this is the place for you!

Sign up here!

FAQ

What fresh hell is this?

This is an attempt at a fandom event. In Greywaren's epilogue, we learn Ronan is wandering around working on ley lines and Adam works for "an organization with a dot gov email," and that they often work together across the United States. I thought it'd be fun to follow them on that post-canon journey and write a fic set in each of the 50 states (plus DC).

Is there a deadline?

Nope! I want this to be as low-key and low-stress as possible for everyone involved and there's no hard deadline for posting fics. Life happens. Stuff gets in the way of writing. All I ask is that if you claim a state, you make your best effort to post the fic for it, and if it ends up you're not in a place to write it, just contact me.

Is there a word count requirement?

Again, nope! Write a microfic, write a drabble, write 100k. Write however much or as little as you want.

What can I write?

Literally anything. Fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, whatever you feel like. Go crazy. And if you feel like an AU, I'm not gonna stop you. You don't even need to know anything about a state. Pop them in a hotel room and say it's in Montana for all I care. What if you can't contain yourself and want to write fics for the entire West coast? Go ahead and write fics for Washington, Oregon, and California. I won't stop you. And if one fic for Maine doesn't satisfy you, write more! Multiple fics per state are welcome.

How do I sign up?

There's a prompt challenge here on AO3 with all 50 states and Washington, DC. If you want to write a fic for a state, hit the "Claim" button for that state. Please note, I have never created a prompt challenge before and I'm still trying to figure out how this thing works. If you run into issues, just contact me. We'll figure this thing out together!

Ultimately, I just want everyone to have fun. That's what fandom is all about. So let's write and read some great fics!

- @kelliealtogether, who doesn't know what the hell she's getting herself into so please be patient 🥰

*Though Ronan would be pleased if I went "Fuck Washington" too, we can't leave out DC. 😌

[straycath99]

The bloom is not a bloom, the mist not mist.

At midnight she comes, and goes again at dawn.

She comes like a spring dream - how long will she stay?

She goes like a morning cloud, without a trace.

“Now recite it in Chinese.” 

Uraume fought the urge to groan.

Drabbles under the cut, featuring Sukuna teaching Uraume classical Chinese

They were walking around the capital when Sukuna insisted once again to teach them how to read and write in classical Chinese and frankly Uraume wasn’t having a good time. As a servant, they don’t see the importance of learning the language of the nobles. But what choice did they have when they were serving a man with a passion for literature.

“But Sukuna-sama..”

Sukuna crossed his arms and waited. Uraume understood he wouldn’t take a no for an answer lest they started to translate the poem in their mind.  They avoided his gaze because really, the task was already stressful and his stare was adding to the pressure.

“How about this,” Sukuna hummed as he thought. “In every wrong word, there will be punishment.”

“W-what?” 

“I am trying to help you here.” as if that lifted their burden. “You wouldn’t want that, correct?”

Uraume’s mind went back to the past punishment they received from him. There wasn’t much. Aside from the time he ignored their existence after they mistakenly threw themself in danger in a fight with the Fujiwara sorcerers. 

It happened a few months ago and Uraume admitted they were at fault there. Sukuna always reminded them to be cautious of their temper during battles, saying if left uncontrolled, it would jeopardize them. But his lesson was dumped out of the window when some idiot disrespected their master, causing them to attack without thinking and resulting in a head injury. Sukuna was of course quick to come to their aid but not without a barrage of scolding. 

Come to think of it, it was the first time he raised his voice at them. The incident was then followed by silence, mostly from Sukuna’s side as he ignored Uraume for the rest of the week. It was torture to be treated like nothing by the man they love the most. Unbeknownst to them, Sukuna felt the same. It was definitely harder for him to punish Uraume like that. 

Uraume racked their brain and breathed out before reciting:

huā fēi huā

wù fēi ..wù

yè ….bàn lái

“.........”

Sukuna tried not to chuckle and keep an impassive face. Part of him felt bad but it was also amusing to watch Uraume struggle especially when they blush. The pinkish glow of their cheeks complemented their magenta eyes. 

“tiān míng qù… umm,” they continued and bit the side of their cheek. Crap. They couldn’t form the last two lines of the poem. Was it lei or lai ? Or was it entirely different?

“Well?” Sukuna tilted his head to the side.

“No, I mean, I am thinking if it’s-”

“Hmm?” 

Sukuna moved closer and closer until he got in their personal space. All the while, Uraume was questioning his actions and was that a smirk?! Their master appeared to be enjoying their struggle a little too much. Uraume wondered what kind of punishment would he give this time. Wait, was this the punishment?! Now their faces were inches apart. Uraume held their breath, screaming inside and unable to think anymore. His eyes were on theirs then gradually turned to their lips. What the hell is going on?  

For them, he continued:

“lái rú chūn mèng jǐ duō shí

qù sì zhāo yún wú mì chù”

He spoke the foreign words with finesse like it was his first language. They had heard him do that time and time again yet every time, they were always left in awe of his intellect. 

Sukuna leaned forward and swiftly, Uraume raised a hand to cover his mouth. 

“S-S-Sukuna-sama…?”

They stayed in that position for a few seconds before Sukuna became self-conscious. There were a group of chattering women passing by when he stepped away and continued on his stroll. 

Uraume stood there in silence, hand on their chest trying to calm their racing heart. They sighed, unsure if it was because of relief or disappointment. The latter thought had them questioning and cursing themself.

“Uraume.” Sukuna called and they hurriedly followed him with the blush still present.

 As they walked, Uraume looked at their palm, the one which touched his lips earlier. Surely their master could be hard to read at times.

Nevertheless, Uraume watched his back and smiled, placing that same hand close to their heart. 

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Walking the Road for Her

Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You can't live without Wanda and you've tried everything else so when Agatha comes knocking on your door you accept immediately, but the teen that's with her...he seems so familiar

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF AGATHA ALL ALONG! Grief/Loss, hallucinations, death/mortality, emotional distress, supernatural elements, implied self-sacrifice, character death, reunion with a deceased loved one

Authors notes: Thank you @scarlethexelove for indulging in my random Wanda thoughts.

When Agatha asked for you to walk the witches road, you didn't hesitate. She was put off by your eagerness, but never told her why you were walking. You kept that part to yourself she didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a reason, and everyone had their secrets, so no one asked, and you weren't about to tell them you wanted, no needed Wanda back.

You would give up anything and everything to have Wanda back. If it meant to team up with Agatha, you would do it.

So you did. You met up with her and put on the cheery smile she hated. You always assumed she hated you for being a younger witch still full of life, but since Wanda died, you felt like you died too. You got along well enough with the others. You knew Jen the best being closer in age, though you didn't care for her products.

The teen seemed eerily familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. Why does he remind you of Wanda of a life you can't seem to remember.

You're overly protective of him. You don't let him have the wine, and when you hallucinate from said wine, you blink, and suddenly, you're looking at Wanda. Back in her early twenties with the eyeliner, ripped stockings, painted nails, and rings on every finger. You cry over it, cupping her face until it turns back to his.

“Are you okay.” He looks at you with concern. You pull away quickly and wipe your eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You quickly run the ingredients back, trying to escape the feelings. You need to stay strong. You need to get Wanda back.

You end up getting through the trail. Not without its costs. Losing Sharon wasn't something you had in mind, but the witches road is treacherous and has no place for mortals. You never should have let Agatha do that, but hindsight and all that. You knew you had to press on and on the road Teen asks,

“Are you sure you're okay? You and Sharon called out for the same person.” You swallow hard.

“Yeah I'm fine. We all had hallucinations about things. I'll be okay.” You tell him and then mumble under your breath, “Not like I don't deal with it every morning...” his head swivels.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Nothing, just mumbling to myself.”

The further you journey, the harder it gets. Sometimes, you want to give up, to give in, and join Wanda another way. But something stops you every time. You almost think you can feel her, feel her all around you. In the trees, the air, the leaves beneath your feet. With a quick turn of your head, you think you so the soft auburn color you miss so much. The road is playing tricks yet keeping you grounded to your goals.

You make it to the end. Finally passed the last trial everyone who had made it. Their prize awaited them. You waited, didn't see her, and then you heard a whisper in Sokovian.

Your name.

You looked around everywhere. “Over here milaya.” You hear her call. You whip around and see her. She doesn't look like the Scarlet Witch anymore. Back before that. Like when you were on the run. You run into her arms without a second thought.

You can't help as you cry. Burying your face in her neck as your body shakes with sobs. Her vanilla scent invades your senses. “Shhhh sweet girl, I've got you.” Wanda holds you close. Your heart feels whole again now that you're back in her arms.

Your sobs turn into sniffles. “I've missed you so much.” You mumble against her. Her nails lightly scratching at your back. Something she's always done to sooth you. Kissing the side of your head and letting her lips linger.

“I know Detka. I'm so sorry. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again.”

You held onto Wanda tight, afraid to let go as if she'd disappear again if you stopped.

Wanda opened her eyes, looking past your shoulder her eyes widened in surprise and then softened as she saw him.

“Bi-Billy?” Wanda's voice shakes slightly. You pull back but not fully letting her go. You follow her gaze that lands on the teen. Your brows furrow before you look back to Wanda.

“Wanda?” You question her.

She lets go of you when Teen responds to the name. He tries to say something, but the sigil protects him. A wave of Wanda's hand changes that. “Billy?” She asks again.

“Yes, that's me.” You're really confused as you see Wanda's red tendrils come out sending red waves through his eyes before disappearing. “M-mom? H-how did you...?”

Billy runs towards Wanda, slamming into her, but she doesn't budge. She holds him tightly in her arms. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know my own son?” Wanda whispers. It's just loud enough for you to hear. Confusion morphs into realization as you look on.

The reason he looked so familiar, the reason he reminded you of her. Of course, it was one of the twins. Sure you hadn't been a part of the hex, but you had seen the recordings of it. Last you had seen the twins, they were 10 inside the hex.

Your heartbeat quickens when you remember what you had seen next as the hex fell the you Wanda had created was destroyed along with the twins. She had held you tightly until you were no more.

It's a shock to see him in the flesh. To understand who he really is. He pulls away from Wanda and turns to you. “Mama?” He's cautious having been giving the memory from Wanda and realizing that you had never got to meet him. Do you even know who he is? Will you accept him as your own?

Your breath catches. It's like waves of memories flood through you as if they had always been there. Everything from the hex coming to life as tears fill your vision and spill over. “Oh my sweet little boy...look at you!” Your arms wrap around him tightly. It had been there, blurry when you thought about it. Of this being your son. “Mama is sorry you had to go through all of this.”

“Mama don't apologize. I'm happy to have you back.” He pulls away slightly keeping an arm around you and opening his other for Wanda. She joins into the hug.

“I'm happy to have both of you back.” You can feel the tears pricking your eyes.

You hug them both tightly. This still left you without one son, but you knew you'd find him. If Billy made it out somehow, then Tommy must be out there, too.

Wanda cups both of your cheeks and looks between you. “Moya lyubov i moy syn (my love and my son).” Tears in her eyes she can't believe she is back and that she had both of you. Her heart is almost complete, but there is still a missing piece to the puzzle.

You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking, “We'll find him, milaya.” She smiles at you, giving a soft peck on your lips.

“We will. Now that I have you two I know we will.”

This was more than you could have asked for at the end of the road.

[pompompussy]

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[the-travelling-witch]

oooh for the wip ask game, i’m interested in [U] bc ofc i’m interested in anything referencing songs from Belle (Xiao fits so many there I can’t not think about him every time I listen to ‘lend me your voice’), but also Kintsugi ! (is that bc of fall out boy’s latest album btw ? just curious hfhfhdjd)

all belle songs are anemo coded to me; lend me your voice for xiao, gales of song for venti, a million miles away for all of them bc hoyo keeps killing their friends…

[U]

ahem anyway… yeah i said i’d write a songfic about my most listened to song of 2022 which is U from the movie belle, which i called ahead of time

my plan is for it to be like the little warm up drabble “the change of time” i wrote a while back; basically it’s xiao meeting immortal! reader and how they go through different periods of time together; there’s not a lot of progress yet because i have so many thoughts they’re hard to structure hshsh

“Oh, Morax, finally gracing us humble people with your presence, how courteous of you,” you said, a teasing lilt in your voice as you levelled the stone god with your gaze. “Since all the important people were already present, we decided to start early.”

“Or on time, rather,” Guizhong added, “seeing as you are late.”

“May I remind you all that we are in the middle of war? Urgent matters cannot be postponed for tea,” Morax said as he took a seat before addressing you specifically. “So, old friend, have you still not changed your mind about joining the Guili Assembly?”

[金継ぎ / Kintsugi]

oh god this draft has been here since the 3.0 update,, but i lost interest when i saw someone else with a scara fic of the same title it’s my fatal flaw *sigh*

maybe i’ll pick it up again and do more than brain storm it, a little hurt/comfort never hurts right?

and no, while i’m a big fall out boy fan, it wasn’t (as you might have guessed, seeing as this has been here since like… august…) but rather by the japanese art itself

You were the bright golden warmth seeping into the cracks of his soul and holding the broken pieces of his heart together; mending the wounds he thought unhealable all this time.

You gently took his mismatched pieces and put them back together, one at a time. No matter how often you cut yourself on his sharp edges, you patiently waited for your warmth to merge two jagged parts into one, creating a smooth surface for you to hold.

The longer he basked in your affection, the more he felt whole. If he looked in the mirror long enough, he could almost see the vivid gold spanning his body, reaching every part of him and keeping him together, like veins in a true human’s body. It was his own personal network of ley lines, his to draw energy and strength from.

[wip ask meme]

[eiseryn]

BONUS: Vulnerability

[NOTE: This is a bonus story written for another story, Lei's Treasure Box of Memories. It is a bonus scene for a bonus already written within that story - A place where you are safe to dream". Please read that story if you haven't yet before reading this one!]

Vail parked his car right beside the curb on Krystal street in one of the inner slum residential districts. With his hand on the wheel, he cautiously glanced left and right, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary except the usual shitty slum streets, he said, “Doc, we’re here.” 

There was no reply. 

“Doc?” He questioned, but a quick glance to his right confirmed what he already suspected. The aforementioned woman seemed to be deep asleep, her head hanging heavily against her seatbelt and her eyes closed. Her face was flushed slightly pink with the sleepy drunkenness she had displayed in the bar. She had probably fallen back asleep right after she mumbled her address to him at the start of the drive. 

With an almost inaudible sigh, he got out of the driver’s seat, walked over to the other side of the car, and opened the door.

“You have to wake up now.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed a little at his voice but she did not open her eyes, so he gently shook her forearms. It would have been more effective to shake her shoulders, but they were bare. 

She made a soft noise of protest when he did, but moments later, she opened her eyes and yawned. “Is it already morning?” When she asked, her words were slightly slurred but at least they were comprehensible.

“You shouldn’t drink so much.” He said to her, softly. 

The alcohol was clearly affecting her brain because she gave him a blank stare for what felt like a long time before she finally smiled at him. “I only drink like this around people I trust~” 

He shook his head. “I’m being serious, it’s not safe.”

“But I’m safe when you’re here~” She giggled in an airy, silly manner, which was unlike her usual serious demeanor she wore like her medical-grade masks. 

As she got out of the car, she seemed to sway unsteadily, veering first to the left and then to the right. Stepping onto the sidewalk, she tripped over her heels, but he was there to stabilize her. 

“Oops.” She giggled and grabbed onto one of his arms with both of her hands. Her grip was loose, so he had the opportunity to pull away, but he didn’t. “I’m so clumsy~” Her voice also had a cadence that usually wasn’t there. 

He could only sigh in response. “Again, don’t drink that much, Doc.” 

This time, she didn’t respond. As they walked to the apartment building, she pressed herself against his arm and he stiffened in response. But when he glanced at her, she was not looking at him. Her gaze was darting among the nearby pedestrians who were minding their own business and not even remotely paying attention to them. That's how it was always like in the slums: No one cared. Then, to his surprise, when they were alone on the stairs, she leaned in even closer to whisper, “Call me Lei when we’re alone~ ”

She was close that he could smell the faint scent of her floral perfume. It was a subtle, soothing smell, maybe lavender mixed with something else? The scent lingered even when she pulled away.

Since the walk was short, they were already at her door. This meant that he wouldn't have to reply or acknowledge her words. He wasn’t even sure what to say. 

“Well, good night.” He said, and turned to leave. 

But before he could, a hand swiftly reached out to grab at his rain jacket’s sleeve. Immediately, he stopped in place and then turned around to look at the person who the hand was attached to. She was looking at the floor, eyes downcast and hand tightly clutching onto the corner of his sleeve. 

“You’re always leaving… can’t you stay?” Her voice was already usually soft and in a low tone, but these words she said were barely audible above the constant hum of the city.

Then, she raised her head and stared right into his eyes. Time seemed to slow as her words hung heavily like suspensions in the air between them. Her enchanting green eyes blinked at him slowly and he fought the urge to immediately look away. 

His throat was suddenly dry, but he swallowed before he answered. “You’re drunk.” Then in a softer tone, he said, “ask me again when you’re not drunk.” 

She was drunk enough that she probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning. 

She looked down again, but nodded at the floor and then retracted her arm. “Good night, Vail.” He heard her mumble before the door slowly eased shut and the electronic lock set in place.

He walked down the single flight of stairs and back to his car. 

“Fuck.” He took a moment to rest his head and hands on the steering wheel. He had high tolerance for alcohol and hadn’t had much to drink, so he shouldn’t have been even close to being drunk. But now, he felt slightly warm. After shrugging off his jacket and placing it in the passenger seat where a certain someone had sat before, he drove himself home, his car racing into the neon-polluted city night. 

AUTHOR'S NOTES

This is set when they met up for drinks 3 weeks ago prior to the start of the campaign. This is also the last time they saw each other before the campaign started.

I love how embarrassing Lei is when she's drunk LOL she's so unhinged with how clingy and affectionate she is, and also just how she forgets about it often is really funny. Talking about forgetting, she probably doesn't remember Vail taking her home and assumed she took a taxi or something.

Why did she drink so much? This is probably at a point she's really frustrated with the experimental drug job Prism put her on and scapegoated her for. She probably had a bad day and was drinking too much, although again it's TRUE she does not watch herself as much when she's with people she trusts aka her friends.

According to the DM this is a canon event 💅 (I had to ask about this in embarrassment so work with me here)

It was really hard to write in Vail's perspective so it's also slightly objective because at the time I wrote this in like August he had only appeared twice LMAO and one of them was a phone call.

Although I used a lot of headcanons I think this honestly fits his personality/ what we know of him pretty well XD

Vail drinks his respect women juice (and he also apparently has no experience XD) and won't take advantage of Lei who's drunk off her rails! He did end up accepting her offer (?) when she wasn't drunk though soooo 😳😳😳

The other headcanons I have of him that became true (turned out to be canon?) was his high alcohol tolerance (hot 👀) and his sweet tooth (cutie!)

The title of the piece is "vulnerability" which indicates weakness. This is a weakness/vulnerability that Lei is showing to Vail cuz she doesn't watch herself and drinks too much (bad idea girl) but she let loose with him because she trusts him as her friend. But is it just her showing the weakness? I feel like perhaps, just a little, Vail might be a liiiitle weak to Lei herself.

[lihikainanea]

Hey Lei! Are you not answering or responding to "asks" anymore? No judgments if not. Just curious bc I've (and some others I know) sent some and you haven't said anything in months. Totally understand about Life being Life and all so no worries. Like I said, just curious. Hope all is well!

hi bb! thank you for checking on me :*-) I'm still absolutely around and still absolutely writing for Bill and tiger, but to be real with you, man I've had such writer's block lately. Like, real bad. Writer's block and also a complete lack of patience--I'll start drabbling something form an ask, but after 5 minutes I'm just like THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG and I abandon ship. It's weird. I used to be able to focus my mind and just relish in one task at hand and these days, it feels like the little hamster on his wheel in my brain is like.....man, that wheel is on fire and the hamster is snorting cocaine, babe. I don't know what to do about it.

Life is busy--my pup had his second major surgery so I'll be nursing him back to health for the next 8 weeks and I'm just off a lot of travel with a lot more coming up once he's healed, but really it's more just the writer's block.