#now she doesn’t have to come in and pay

[lemmesayimyourbiggestfan]

Say my name again

Hwang In-ho x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: blood, gore, violence… if u watched SG, you’ll be fine

as always, requests are open!

You’ve been watching him for some time now. Paying attention to the way his mouth moved when he talked to his teammates, following his gaze wherever he looked. After the second game, you overheard him introducing himself. Young-il. What a coincidence he looked like the police officer that visited your flat so many years ago. The name was what made you suspicious - you could have sworn the police officer introduced himself to you as Hwang In-ho. And it’s not as if you could’ve gotten those mixed up; you two spent many restless days trying to find the ones who were behind the robbery of your home. But, you smiled with some bitterness on your tongue, the outcome was obvious based on your situation.

You knew you were the only one watching him so closely. One of your teammates even joked about it, saying you were mesmerised by that man. But he just made you nervous - his presence planting a bug in your brain. Was he a spy for the government? Or was he just as miserable as the rest of you?

With another unsuccessful vote behind you, you could finally rest and get off of your adrenaline high by leaning against the railing of your bunk bed while nibbling on some bread. You took off your bloodied shoes that always made you nauseous just by looking at them and while doing some breathing exercises your eyes of their own volition found that familiar face in the moving crowd. Of course he is still playing, you thought. He was a cop, no matter what. You watched him give his own share of milk to the pregnant girl. Did he do it out of kindness or to manipulate those people?

“Seriously, Y/N, you must have a problem. What is wrong with you? Staring like that at that poor guy- he might get the wrong idea.” One of your teammates said to you, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Don’t worry so much. I’m just watching and that’s harmless on its own.”

“On its own, yes. But what you’re doing is more than that.”

You raised your brow in annoyance and curiosity and moved your eyes to her.

“And what is it that I’m doing?” You pursed your lips.

“Stalking, mildly put.” She grimaced at your look, sensing how close to irritated you were becoming.

“Stalking? Such a nonsense, Se-mi.”

“Well, whatever. Just be careful so he doesn’t notice or in the next game you might have even more trouble staying alive.”

“Yeah? Is that because you’re so done with me you’re gonna finish me off tomorrow?”

Both of you were grinning then.

“In your dreams, Y/N.”

***

The platform beneath you jerked to life but all your eyes could see were the puddles of blood everywhere. Your shoes were already drenched in it, the palms of your hands covered by it. You slipped on the blood so many times that your clothes were already camouflaged.

“Today I die,” you breathed out, ragged and scared. You knew you were right.

The music echoed in your head even as it quieted and the platform stopped. But you still couldn’t look away from all the blood, not caring anymore about the people around you.

“Two.” said the woman’s voice and panic began. You finally lifted your gaze, searching for Se-mi or anyone familiar but no one was around. People were screaming, dragging each other down, pushing, always pushing. And you just stood there, awaiting your unavoidable end.

“Come on!” There, a body appeared, and someone crashed into you with such force it was hard to stay on your feet. Hands grabbed your waist and with unbelievable strength half pushed you half carried you to the nearest unoccupied room. Only when your body connected with the floor and the doors locked behind you did you look up at the person who saved you.

“Tell me what you want from me.” Young-il or In-ho said, blocking the exit with his body, freezing you in place with those piercing eyes. So he has noticed, you thought, finding it hard to swallow, let alone speak.

“I know who you are.” you croaked and In-ho said nothing, but his laugh lines grew heavier.

“Do you?“ he asked after a while, his eyes sparkling. Was this just a game for him?

“Why didn’t you tell them your real name, In-ho?”

“What made you think you could talk to me like that?” You shivered at his words but your face remained impassable. Somehow, you weren’t scared of him, no. Just… curious.

“Same question.”

“You think I don’t remember you, right? But you’re wrong. The moment I noticed you here I knew exactly who you were, Y/ N.” It was hard to pretend that those words meant nothing to you.

“At least I don’t hide behind a different name.”

“It’s a precaution. Some of these people are criminals and if they recognised my name they wouldn’t be as happy as you to see me here, understood?”

Your cheeks reddened but that didn’t stop you from holding your ground. His gaze made you nervous and you started biting your lower lip.

“Would you stop doing that?” In-ho asked and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re not the only one watching, Y/N.” he gave you a tentative smile.

Before you could say anything, the doors clicked and In-ho extended his hand to you as an offering.

“I can keep a secret… Can you?” A corner of his mouth curled up slightly and in answer you accepted his hand.

***

After you walked out of the room, the two of you didn’t speak until later that day in the dormitory. It was as if your roles switched - the whole day you felt his gaze following you wherever you went. It was driving you insane.

Thankfully In-ho approached you on his own, holding you by your elbow and gently leading you to a tranquil corner of the room.

“Stop staring at me to distract me!” you whisper shouted at him.

“Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you.”

Again, the blush creeped into your cheeks. Flustered and ashamed, you looked away and bit your lip.

“I shouldn’t be here, you know.” he went on. His eyes were flickering from side to side, probably trying to see if anyone paid any attention to you.

“Well, I can keep a secret, can’t I?” you looked up at him from beneath your lashes, a spark in your eyes. A smile crept on his face but quickly disappeared.

“As soon as the lights go out today, the other team is going to attack us so they have more people voting tomorrow for the games to continue. You hide under the bed and be quiet, you understand?”

“Is this a trap?” you asked and stepped away, your hands starting to shake.

“Do as I say.” And that was that. With it, he meant to turn away, but you gripped his wrist.

“In-ho-“

“Would you stop doing that?” he retorted and moved his hand so it was him holding you. His knuckles were all white but he wasn’t hurting you.

“Doing what exactly, In-ho-“ before you could finish the sentence, the palm of his hand covered your mouth. Your nostrils were met with a musky and tangy smell.

“Don’t test me.” He let go of you and stepped aside. As he turned to go, he spoke over his shoulder: “When the lights turn off, come and find me. I’ll keep you safe.”

And somehow, no matter how dangerous this place was, knowing that you cannot trust anyone here, you trusted him.

***

“Light out in five minutes.” The woman’s voice resonated in the dormitory while everyone climbed into their beds. You sat at the edge of yours with shoes on, checking for the fifth time In-ho’s location. In your mind, you tried to blindly navigate your way and when you were finally convinced that you could do it, you loosened a deep sigh.

“Why so tense, Y/N?” Se-mi asked from the bed beneath yours. You climbed down onto her level and quickly checked if anyone was listening, before you whispered: “After the lights go out, gen under the beds. Trust me.” Thank god she didn’t question it, because you felt ridiculous enough for the both of you for even listening to In-ho. He didn’t have a motive to keep you safe. He had one to kill you, though. You were the only one here who knew his real name. You just didn’t know if it was information worth killing for.

“Lights out in ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight…” You looked around for the last time. The air was stale and tense. Your body started shaking immediately.

“Three, two, one.” The darkness fell like a heavy curtain. You quietly stumbled down the ladder, careful to make as little noise as possible. Your left knee nearly collapsed under you as you made the first step but you kept a firm grip on the railings as you slowly passed between the bunk beds. Two railings, you go right, tree railings, you touch the wall, you follow it into the corner, then four railings before you go left…. But it just wasn’t possible to move as quickly as required. You were three quarters in when hell was unleashed. The sounds of stabbing, screaming and gurgling filled the air but your legs refused to move. You were completely paralysed with fear.

Someone jumped screaming from their bed and stumbled into you. You fell with a yelp on the cold floor and tried to scoot under the closest bed, but someone was already there pushing you out, frantically repeating: “Get out, they’re gonna find me, you have to go!”

You scrambled on all fours and stayed as low as possible while crawling to where In-ho was supposed to be. You were such a fool.

There was a sudden kick to your abdomen and you gasped, pain resonating through your body. Someone tripped over you and fell with a scream, their hands trying to hold onto anything, which just happened to be your hair. You screamed with pain, blindly punching around yourself in a desperate attempt of defence.

“In-ho!” you finally screamed, not caring anymore if someone tracked you down because of it. There was so much noise that it didn’t matter.

“In-ho!” you kept on shouting as you got up and started frantically running in the direction you thought was the right one. You were starting to get desperate, your voice turning into a rasp, tears forcing their way out of your eyes.

Earlier, when you said that you were going to die that day, maybe it would actually happen.

Suddenly, a hand grasped your ankle and you were prepared for the worst. But when your name fell off In-ho’s lips, your shoulders sagged with relief and with a desperate cry you got on the ground and slid next to him under the bed.

“I thought I was dead,” you gasped out, hand on your racing heart.

“Well, me too if that calms you down.”

“It certainly doesn’t, In-ho.” you glared at him. He was looking at you in a strange way, something in his expression you didn’t know how to identify.

“What is it?” you asked, your stomach dropping. Was he actually betraying you? Or was he trying to kiss you? With that look on his face, you couldn’t say which one.

“Say my name again,” he breathed out, your breaths mingling. Suddenly, you noticed all the points where your body was touching his, your skin heating up at the contact.

“In-ho,” you mumbled and stretched out your hand to tuck a strand of his silky hair behind his ear.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” In-ho looked at you with a pained expression.

“Not in the slightest,” you whispered softly against his warm lips as you kissed him.

[cheyisagirlkisser]

Flowers (Headcannons)

Sevika x fem! reader

Warnings / content: 18+ content, brothel worker reader, brief mentions of casual sex with other brothel workers, soft sex, tribbing, Sevika’s daddy issues, afab reader.

A/N: This is short. I may do more with this trope but it depends on if you guys like this post, idk how I feel about it yet so…

୨ৎ Sevika who is one of the only clients of yours who gives aftercare. You’re not to used it, most of the guys you sleep with for money only pay you through Babbette and leave. Sevika holds you in her big arms, rubbing your back silently. It's not a comfortable silence, but rather a vulnerable one in which she is afraid to say she feels more.

୨ৎ Sevika who previously fucked brothel girls in the most detached ways possible, simply bending them over and leaving afterwards. She knew it was wrong, but sex was just a way to blow steam for her.

୨ৎ Sevika who fucks you like you're her wife, though. Smothering kisses all over your shoulder as she moves her hips, she is truly more intimate than any other client is. You're too used to men coming for a blow and leaving, but that isn't the case with Sevika.

୨ৎ Sevika who believes "love at first sight" is the stupidest shit she has ever heard of, but... you're beautiful, and you remind her of flowers. Flowers don't usually grow in the undercity, so she simply felt the need to gently pick your petals one by one and water your roots when she finished. You never question why this rather brash-looking woman is so soft for you, but if you did, she would simply tell you she likes "slow sex." If only you knew.

୨ৎ Sevika who stopped seeing her other girls a week after you. You filled her mind with visions of rose metals and soft waterlilies, and it didn't help that your perfume smells like a damn flower shop. She finds herself thinking about you only now, to the point that she doesn't care about blowing off steam. You and your sweet hums when she squeezes your waist, your skin so malleable under her touch.

୨ৎ Sevika who thinks about more than just the sex. Since you’re a brothel worker, she unfortunately doesn’t get much time with you besides that. Still, she thinks about the moments when it’s just quiet between the two of you. The moments leading up to it are stuck in her head like a loop, and she can’t help but think about the one time she got bold enough to hold your hand after sex. Much like a flower, you gave her a soft, warm smile. You squeezed her hand, and it made her heart burst.

୨ৎ Sevika who wonders why a sweet girl like you works at a brothel. Not that she would ever judge people for that, since she knows from her own experience how hard surviving is. You probably just need to pay your bills, put food in your mouth. She knows that. Still, she doesn’t like thinking about how tiring the job must be. Most women she knows who do the job don’t seem very happy on shifts, and yet you smile and laugh with her. Could it be that you feel what she feels?

୨ৎ Sevika who eventually stops coming to the brothel to sleep with you, rather finding herself stalling the sex unless you both wanna have sex, and at some point she pays just for sessions of talking to you. She likes getting to know you. She gets excited when you tell her how much you love cooking, and you inform her of your favorite flower. It’s one you have only seen once, but you hope to see it again someday.

୨ৎ Sevika who accidentally tells you she loves you during sex one day. You’re underneath her as she grinds her pussy against yours, and there aren’t any exaggerated moans like you fake with other customers—just soft, delicate gasps. You seem so caught up in your pleasure, like you’ve forgotten this is a job and not..something else that you haven’t acknowledged yet. Sevika is mesmerized by your facial expression, too. Your eyes like to find hers and make that connection, and you’ve leaned in for soft, intimate kisses multiple times just this round. Naturally, the words slip.

“I love you.”

୨ৎ Sevika who shouldn’t be surprised when you say it back, but is. She doesn’t have the best self-esteem. For the better part of her life, she dealt with her old man putting her down for everything he could. She got comments on her appearance: her nose, her lack of femininity. All of the things that you adore, thought she struggles to understand how. Still, she won’t refuse your love. She wants you to be hers.

୨ৎ Sevika who works her ass off for a single flower. Piltover goods are not cheap, and she was charged extra just because the vendor simply could. But the one flower she could afford is just as beautiful as you described it to her. And of course, it reminds her of you.

୨ৎ Sevika who asks you to actually be her girlfriend with the flower. It’s not much, and yet you tear up when it happens. She is given the softest hug in return, and all of the soreness in her back from working extra for the flower was suddenly gone. It was all worth it.

[ubeb0nes]

Sevika x Fem!Bar Owner!Reader - The One Who Pours the Drinks

Pt. 3 (can be read as standalone)

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Summary: After their (very homosexually-charged) estrangement a few weeks ago, Angel tries to bury the sour Sevika left in her heart. Sevika does the same, dismissing any meaning to be found in how she still makes sure to walk by the Five-Copper Furnace at least twice a week.

But one thing remains true: No one threatens the one who pours the drinks.

a/n: i'm a dirty filthy liar, i finished pt. 3 for bar owner reader before i even started my warmup for writing sevika's character LMFAO. will still do that prompt at some point!!

w/c: like 4.3k ish

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The world doesn’t stop spinning because of one person.

It’s a sentiment you were forced to be fond of in your life before the one you had now. People had always come and gone, it was the nature of the crime life, and it was certainly the nature of the Zaun one too. To stop and mourn for too long was to die.

And you had a business to run.

You did your best to count your lucky stars every night, reminding yourself as you wiped down the bar that there were other people. Plenty of women with smokey laughs and eyes like the moon. You were a good-looking bastard, you’d find the next one. You had all the time in the world now, away from the strife that used to follow you like a shadow.

Pay no mind to how you always swiped harder at the bar as you had these thoughts, slamming tumblers and plates into their places beneath the bar with extra vigor. Nor to how Zaun was about as different from Bilgewater as steel to iron.

Sevika’s men and their presence started to dwindle with hers, albeit more slowly; many of them almost seemed hesitant, apologetic. You caught one of them on your way into the bar to open it for the evening.

“I’m real sorry, Angel,” he’d said.

“I’m sure she’s got other work for you,” you said, waving him off as if it was- and indeed, it was- nothing personal. You only had problems with one ex-frequent of your bar. You weren’t even all that inclined to include the heavy muscle she brought in with her on the last visit.

“Always other work where the boss is concerned,” he affirmed, “But… this has been one of the better gigs.” You stayed static outside your bar for a moment as he walked away, your key still stuck in the lock.

It’s not like you needed protection in the first place, you were more than capable. Not that Sevika knew that. You grumbled to yourself as you organized the prep area behind the bar; you hadn’t had to give much mind to security the past several months, Sevika handled the matter in its entirety without you so much as having to ask.

It’s a sentiment you were forced to be fond of in your life before the one you had now. People had always come and gone, it was the nature of the crime life, and it was certainly the nature of the Zaun one too. To stop and mourn for too long was to die.

You’d have to add that back into your list of tasks. Along with putting all the stools up at closing time. And what were you supposed to do with all these damn cigarillos you had behind the counter? You didn’t smoke nearly as much as she did.

You smacked a hand that wasn’t yours away from the aforementioned stash, smirking when you heard a small, “Ow, jerk!”

“You’re not old enough to smoke.”

“It’s Zaun, babies would smoke if they could,” the boy, a little tail of yours named Kix, retorted, pouting as he hopped up on the counter. You sighed. “I finished that book you gave me.”

“Yeah? How was it?”

“Pretty good! And, I think, as a reward for finishing it, I should-”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stop you right there,” you said, stepping away to move the lemons you just sliced into a container. Your tail, of course, followed.

“Fine, can I at least finally get a knife?”

“When you can wield one of those batons without smacking yourself in the face, yeah. ‘Til then, hell no.”

“That’s a bad word!”

“Like you care!” You could only breathe out a laugh. The children of Zaun were sharp, often leaving you deeply amused and incredulous.

“Ugh,” he said dramatically, flailing against the bar. You shot one of your patrons an apologetic look at the antics of Stray Wet Cat #1. “But you have so many, Angel!” He exclaimed, “How’d you get those anyway? Did you kill somebody?”

I killed a lot of people, you wanted to say, but something told you that wouldn’t have been appropriate. “I told you before, Kix,” you started, voice gentle like a teacher’s, “Zaun isn’t the only place in the world where you need to defend yourself. The world is way bigger.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered to himself, pushing away from the bar and trudging back to the lounge area connected to the kitchen, where a few of the other kids spent their time. You frowned as you watched him walk away, then looked down at the paring knife in your right hand.

For the children of Zaun, life depended on which end of the knife you found yourself on, and oftentimes nothing more. How much were you really doing for them, giving them sandwiches to eat and rudimentary lessons on how to hold a blade? They all had to leave the bar at the end of each day, stepping back into the streets waiting to swallow them whole on their treks back home.

“Don’t be so hard on ya’self, Ang’,” the patron you’d shared a look with earlier interjected. You looked up at him in a daze, quickly putting on a thoughtful smile.

“I’m okay,” you replied simply.

“And so are those kids, thanks to you,” he said, “A little bit goes a long way in Zaun. These kids can stretch an inch of kindness, always have been able to.”

You saw eyes like slate in your mind as the gentleman went back to nursing his drink, and your smile faltered.

Weren’t these the kids Sevika claimed to be doing her righteous work for? What could she tell them as she chipped away at their safe haven, showing up bi-weekly just to take away a little more? You growled lowly as you swiped a cigarillo from beneath the counter, abiding the thought to linger in your mind- as if you could condition yourself to hate her faster.

You were busy staring down the end of the cigarillo as you lit it, almost too busy to notice how a wave of quiet had washed over the Five-Copper Furnace. Your eyes flicked to the door just in time, though.

Your busy mind halted all thoughts more trivial than the now, a low voice reminding you of the shotgun beneath your bar, the knives in your sleeves, and the preeminent experience in violence that scarred your skin. Four men wearing all manners of weapons, and gleaming belt buckles of meridian silver, stalked into your bar.

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Sevika was, for whatever reason, a woman well-versed in the department of odd and unwanted talents. Being weirdly good with kids was at the forefront.

“Oh! Captain-General Metal Arm Lady!” Well, she knew which kid that was*.*

“Why is my name so long?” She muttered to herself as she stopped anyway, and turned on her heel to face him. The boy, one of Angel’s little henchmen named Kix, skidded to a stop in front of her. “What is it, kid?” She asked gruffly.

“Where’ve you been? Are you and Angel having a lover’s quarrel?”

Isn’t he like twelve?? Sevika picked her jaw up from the ground as quickly as it’d fallen. “Who the hell even taught you what that is?” She asked incredulously.

“That’s a bad word. And I read it in a book. Are you coming to the Five-Copper?”

“No, I’m busy,” Sevika said flatly. Her brow furrowed at the way his face fell. Not like a child who’d been told no, but a boy who had something to fear. “…Why?”

“Well, uh… m-maybe you could just stop by?” He rocked back on his heels, looking over his shoulder at the bar in question. He’d caught Sevika so close to the place, he just needed to get her through the door… “I think Angel might… u-um…”

Sevika sighed. “Before tomorrow, Kix.”

“I think Angel might need you.”

Sevika scoffed, turning with a small flare of her cloak (drama queen), “She’s a big girl, she can handle herself just fine, kid. I gotta go.” A small, surprised grunt rose out of her when she felt a tug on her metal arm. She looked down at the boy, shooting him a glare that lacked even an inch of fire.

“Please, Miss Sevika! A bunch of guys just walked in and I don’t know them, a-and they have really ugly, scary faces, and-”

“Okay! Okay. C’mon, let’s go,” Sevika rattled her arm out of Kix’s grasp, sweeping it back beneath her cloak. The boy let out a small cheer as her broad form turned in the direction of the Five-Copper Furnace, and he fell into step under the cover of her shadow. “And don’t call me ‘Miss Sevika’. Just Sevika is alright,” she made a small, grossed-out sound.

“Okay! Does that mean we’re friends?”

“No,” she replied, giving his head a small nudge as they walked.

“Ack! Bully!”

The smile that began to flicker across her features promptly melted back into her perpetual frown as she watched almost half a dozen patrons leave the Five-Copper in succession. “How many of them were there, kid?” She asked in a low voice.

“Uh, I think four?”

Sevika hummed, stopping beside the entrance. She pulled Kix aside by the collar with her, as even more patrons filed out. “Are your friends in there?” She asked. The boy nodded. “Okay. Go get ‘em through the back. And go home.”

“But-!”

“Uh-uh. She’s already pissed at me enough, can’t imagine how mad she’d be if you brats got hurt once this goes down.”

“So…” Sevika felt a few grey hairs grow in at the same time Kix’s frown faded into a grin, “…it is a lover’s quarrel?”

“Kix!”

“Okay, bye Sevika!” He hopped up and down as if to charge himself up before sprinting off. Sevika watched as he nearly tripped over himself when he quickly halted again. “Uh… you won’t let them hurt Angel, right?”

“She’ll be fine,” Sevika said. She sighed as his feet stayed planted in the ground. Her voice was softer when she spoke again, “You have my word, kid. Angel will be okay.” He gave her a final grin, before darting off. Sevika cracked her neck as she zeroed back on the entrance to Angel’s bar. “Guess collections is early this month,” she muttered wryly, before pushing the door open.

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“These people don’t even know, do they?”

You breathed out tendrils of smoke from your nose, lowering your voice in line with the bounty hunter’s. His friends had stayed mute, opting to survey your patrons and the bar itself like three angry lighthouses.

You smiled slightly at those who hadn’t left yet, whose postures were coiled tightly like metal springs.

“I can’t imagine it’d change a thing,” you replied. You picked up the wanted poster (old fashioned, you were aware) he’d thrown on the counter, giving it another flippant once-over. Your likeness had been- rather skillfully- illustrated in the center, with meaningless words like ‘Wanted’ and ‘approach with care’ swimming around it.

God, I’m good-looking, you thought with a smile and a nod.

“And yet you have ‘em call you a different name. Bury your old one with the rest of your money, huh?”

“Oh, that isn’t buried. Not one bit,” Your face spread into a grin, wolfish teeth crushing the filter of the cigarillo. You saw the hunger that flickered in his eyes, a greed so romantically entwined with the people of Bilgewater that men died for it. Like this one would.

“Well, good to know! Between that and the hundred Golden Krakens on your head, you’ll make a fine cashout,” the rancid man said, “Angel.”

Your eyes widened slowly, mockingly. “A hundred Golden Krakens?” You echoed, “…Can I turn myself in?” Your eyes flicked casually to the door as you heard it open once again.

“Very funny. Now…”

Whatever the hunter had to say ceased to matter as you watched her walk in. Wide shoulders curved inwards, entering with the same intent your remaining customers all had. Sevika met your eyes immediately.

On one hand, not only was your safety further secured, but a return in a casket to your old city was all but out of the question now. Sevika wouldn’t let you die, at the very least, you knew that much.

On the other hand… Sevika was in your bar. Your eyes narrowed at her, and you gave her a look that practically screamed ‘piss off’ in spite of your other senses relaxing. She shook her head at you, matching your rising agitation with an annoyed curl of her lip.

Kix, she mouthed. Oh, thanks, kid. What a wingman.

You would’ve found it silly the way she stuck to the walls as she moved through the bar. Trying to get closer to you, you realized. A hand slamming down on the table and another grabbing your collar brought your attention back to more pressing matters.

Sevika felt her heart jump higher in her chest, and she resisted the urge to rush right to you and pluck that man’s head from the rest of him. A firm hand on her shoulder was all that prevented her, and she leveled her gaze with the fool who’d stepped in her line of view.

“We called dibs on this job, you’re too late,” the hunter said. Sevika furrowed her brows in brief confusion, but the pieces came together quickly in a mind as sharp as hers.

Bounty hunters? For you?

He gave her shoulder a shove, and Sevika let herself be moved. Some distance to deploy her left arm’s blade, good. “Go on,” he growled.

A scream from the bar counter swiveled all heads in that direction.

Sevika’s eyes widened as your name started to rise in her throat, until she saw the main perpetrator sink like a stone in water… his hand left behind in your grasp. You wiped the knife on your apron, throwing your still-burning cigarillo at him as he writhed on the floor.

Sevika threw her cloak to the ground before her sensibilities turned to steel.

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You would’ve made a fine alchemist, if you hadn’t chosen the more profitable industry of alcoholism instead.

You also would’ve been far less likely to have ever encountered Sevika and the all-consuming rage she inspired in you if you’d started an Apothecary. What with her- very much expected- aversion to seeking out any medical assistance of any sort.

“Ow.”

“Stay still.”

“Ow.” Sevika hissed when you pressed the tonic-doused cloth to her wound with the exact same vigor as before, thrashing away from you. You sat up straight, leveling her with a look that seethed with your indignance.

“You’re acting like a wuss.”

“And you’re acting like a child who didn’t get her way,” she snapped. Your eye twitched, and so you closed them to take a moment to gather yourself.

You missed the way Sevika’s gaze fell slowly to your lap, eyes creasing as she frowned at your battered hands. You hadn’t had time to pull your gun from beneath the bar before shit went down, and so you’d resorted to hacking with hand and blade. Sevika had been at your back like a magnet, sticking to you and letting the hunters come to her. You’d held your own valiantly.

She only serviced you a lukewarm glare as you moved back to her, this time gently easing the cloth onto her wounded cheek. You held her in place by the other side of her face. “You can take a punch but not a wound disinfectant,” you quipped.

“I took more than just a punch recently, princess.” Sevika side-eyed you when your touch faltered, letting out a shallow huff from her nose.

“Unbelievable…” you muttered.

“Who the hell were those guys? What could they possibly want with you?” Sevika asked. You jutted your lip at her in annoyance when her movements shifted the cloth.

She looked down to ponder the fight from a few hours ago (the lower floor was still an absolute wreck, but that was a problem for you to deal with tomorrow). Silver teeth; and weaponry not at all reminiscient of anything you’d find in Zaun, or Piltover. They had moved with an erratic tick to their attacks, not completely unlike the Shimmer-dependent henchmen Silco kept; although their addiction ran strictly red.

“They weren’t Zaunites,” she mused aloud.

“…No. They weren’t. They were from Bilgewater.”

You freed your other hand to reach for your wanted poster you’d nabbed before heading upstairs, and handed it to Sevika. There was a hanging silence between you as she read the same words over and over again.

“They got your likeness wrong,” she said. You pursed your lips, waiting. “Your head is bigger than that.”

“Shut up.”

Sevika chuckled; or at least gave a limp attempt at it. Her hand holding the poster fell with a soft crunch as she sighed. You let your own hands rest in your lap as she closed her eyes, and leaned her head over the back of your couch.

She had such a pretty neck. The lines of that strange scar were like wisps of blue smoke on her skin. You wanted to reach out to touch them, to thank her sweetly for defending you even as you spat fire on her wounds. You wanted to kiss all the smooth and rough patches you could see, lull her into a soft sleep-

“This is gonna get back to Silco in a couple of days tops.”

You scoffed. “What, is he gonna raise my rent? Doesn’t he have a revolution to claim to run?”

Deep down, you were impressed with what Sevika let you get away with saying to her. Inadvertently discounting her life’s work was no small thing, and you’d seen her put others on the ground for less. It was even more surprising when she gave a real answer to your poor-faithed question.

“You should’ve kept your head low. And let me deal with it. Not- cut a guy’s hand off.” She shook her head, rubbing her forehead. You opened your mouth to refute your lost honor, but she beat you to it, “You’re too… competent. He’ll wanna bring you in now. And you’re no good to the Undercity if he pockets you.”

You’re about to ask her why the hell does she work for him then, but another piece clicks into place before the words surface. Sevika watches the realization cross your face. “So that’s why you…”

“Trust me,” Sevika took hold of your wrist as she raised her head to stare scrutinizingly at your wall, and guided you to press the cloth back to her face. “The collections I take from you are cheaper than really being under his heel. You should see what he takes from that Sheriff up in Piltover.” She breathed out a humorless laugh. Your eyes widened, as the scope of Silco’s reach did too. **

You were a fool. Had going straight truly dulled your cunning mind? (Or was it just the handsome woman sitting in your living room…)

“That’s the discounted price too, by the way,” she muttered. You were pulled from your thoughts with a soft laugh.

“I knew you were fond of me.”

“I like what you do for the kids.”

“It’s nothing,” you said softly, surveying the injury on her face and deeming it sufficiently stabilized to move onto the next. You were glad, at least, that the brunt of the pain had been inflicted on you two rather than your good-willed customers.

Sevika’s brow furrowed as she watched you go through the motions of prepping her next injury. Truthfully, she didn’t know why she let you drag her upstairs in the first place; the way you coupled your attentive- if not presumptuous- touch with barbed jabs at her gall for walking into your bar should’ve pissed her off. But she let you move her like you were a breeze.

Your movements were practiced, like you’d spent a whole lifetime sweeping up the broken pieces of stupid, pointless fights. Sevika looked down at the wanted poster again. “…How much is 100 Golden Krakens?” She asked.

You hummed as you tried to think of the best comparison in Zaun’s economy, “Probably eightteen months’ worth of what I make running the bar.”

“Janna-”

You laughed heartily as you carefully peeled the wax paper from a bandage. Subconsciously, you rubbed over the wound once it was patched to soothe the ache, not noticing how Sevika’s gaze immediately went to your nimble hand. “Why, you thinkin’ about turning me in?” You teased.

“Funny,” she deadpanned, “Would be one less pain in the ass for me, though.” She gave you a pointed onceover. Her feigned exasperation melted into a grin when you slapped her leg (albeit very weakly).

“You just said you like me!”

“That isn’t what I said,” she said, still feigning dismissal so smugly. You hated how well she wore a petty smirk, or how pretty her teeth were when she gleaned a real smile.

(You wanted to kiss that stupid look right off her face.)

Instead, all you did was roll your eyes, collapsing on the opposite end of the couch. In Sevika’s mind, she just won that encounter.

“You mind if I smoke?”

You waved your hand, looking out the window of your kitchen, “Worse has happened in my house today.” She didn’t pull your gaze back to her until you heard her shifting around for a longer amount of time than it should’ve taken for someone to find a cig and lighter. “Lose your lighter?” You mocked, taking in the cigarillo hanging out of her mouth as she patted down her pockets with mild frustration on her face.

“One of the bastards must have knocked it out of my pack,” she said with an agitated sigh. Her eyes perked up at the metal clink of… your lighter. You laid your head back against the arm of the couch, resting the open lighter slightly above your abdomen. Sevika’s breath caught as she realized how close she’d have to get to you- how close you’d make her get to you- to get a light.

Her eyes narrowed into a glare as they slid up to meet your gaze. She wasn’t about to make a coward of herself now, though. She held your expectant stare as she leaned down between your legs, one of her hands boldly bracing on your shin with a slight squeeze. She cupped her hand protectively around yours as she lit the end of her cigarillo. The way your eyes widened and your chest stopped rising with breath wasn’t lost on her.

I take it back, Kix, she thought, I don’t think she’s all that pissed.

She turned her head to the side as she blew smoke from her mouth. “Tell me something,” she said, her voice nearly a purr. You had to fight with your own goddamn eyes to tear away from the small puffs of smoke that left her mouth as she spoke. You cocked a brow. “Were you a pirate or something?” She asked. Her eyes widened slightly when you met her with silence. “Oh, sweet hell…”

“Don’t laugh!”

She laughed. You loved that she did.

“That was… a long time ago,” you waved your hand like you could bat the memories away, but they’d never felt more with you than today. You had nearly forgotten how easy it was to snatch someone’s life away. You’d made a fortune on it once, and yet… the muscle of ruthlessness had grown weak and disoriented with lack of exercise. You frowned to yourself, shaking your head. “I did a lot of things I’m not proud of.”

Sevika shrugged, taking another drag. “We don’t choose where life puts us,” she replied. You shouldn’t have been surprised by such a… thoughtful sentence leaving her mouth. But your brows still raised slightly as you looked at her. “I’m not gonna be the one to judge you around here.”

You frowned, guilt jabbing in your gut. “But I did you.”

“Maybe you weren’t wrong for it,” she retorted softly. Your eyes widened. She inhaled softly before continuing, swiveling her gaze to meet yours again. “I used to try an’ push Silco to do more for the kids. Get books smuggled in in between all the Shimmer requisitions,” she scoffed, shaking her head. Your heart squeezed as you watched her carefully begin to pull the curtains around her true self back- for you. “Give people resources, just… something. I didn’t realize I let four years go by ‘til I saw you doing all that for the kids the moment you touched down here.”

You sighed, swinging your legs over the edge of the couch to rub your face with both hands. “You really think I won’t be able to help them at all once Silco comes knocking?” You asked, biting your lip as you felt like what was the only answer was slowly enclosing around you.

Immediately though, Sevika shook her head. Your mouth opened slightly in confusion as she stood up from your couch. “No. I’m gonna handle this,” the determination in her step would have been beyond adorable if it weren’t for your utter bemusement. “I… owe you,” she said slowly. You wanted to laugh at how her fierce bravado seemed to come to a skidding stop the moment she had to make an admission on her pride.

“Oh yeah?” You teased.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled her cloak back on over her shoulders, concealing that absolute unit of a figure from your prying eyes. You smiled at how her broad shoulders were still very apparent, and the beginnings of her v-line peeked out with that damn cropped vest- get it together, Angel. “He’s gonna know I was here anyway, might as well make something out of it,” she explained (right, you bought that…), pausing again to scrutinize you, “You’re all good?”

Trigonometric equations started floating around in your head as you tried to decipher what she could possibly mean with that question, until her arched brow turned judgemental at how long you were taking to answer.

Oh. She was just asking about your… general wellbeing. Aw!

“O-oh, yeah, I’m all good,” you said. Truthfully too, you were more used to fighting the Bilgewater types than her, and had come out of the confrontation mostly unscathed. Your jaw stuttered as if to say more when she hummed and took a swift step forward, tilting your head up with her index and thumb.

“You’re not lying?” She asked lowly, turning your head gently from side to side.

“E-even if I was, it’s none of your business,” you snapped defensively. Dumbass. Did you have any idea how red your face was?

With an amused exhale from her nose, Sevika gently let go of your chin, fleetingly brushing her crooked index over your cheek. “Whatever you say, princess,” she said. She didn’t even give you a chance to shoot back something clever (as if you had something prepared) before she was sweeping towards the door, fixing her cigarillo in the corner of her mouth. “Your bar’s a mess,” she quipped over her shoulder, just to be a dick.

“Fuck you!” You called after her, the smile on your face crystal-clear in your tone. The last thing you saw was her pretty side-profile as she half-glanced at you with smug amusement lining her face, before she closed the door behind her.

You slumped back on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh. “That goddamn woman…” you muttered, “Fuck.”

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 ♡⃕ the moment i knew : percy jackson

▰▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

y/n keeps pouring her heart into her relationship with percy, only to end up feeling like he doesn’t give back the same effort

author: this is just a mix of every depressing song i've been hearing for the past days, so i'll just apologize in advance.

Dating Percy Jackson was hard, she always knew it would be. But it couldn't be impossible, not if they loved each other enough to fight for each other everytime. That's what she thought.

And oh- she should've known better, she should've noticed the change. the signs were there. And maybe, she had realized, but she just loved him that she just chose to ignore it. time and time again. ignore the way he was always late, ignore how she was always the one planning dates and him just going along with anything, ignore how he never seemed to pay attention when she was talking.

Ignore how he made her feel like she was just another thing to check off his list of responsabilities.

At first, she just dismissed it because she thought it was him being too overwhelmed with every resposability he was bearing with at camp. She was sure that he just had too much on his plate, but once he was able, he would make time for her and go back to what he used to be.

She still remembered how loving and caring he used to be, because a small part of her still had some hope of him going back to that. It wouldn't be hard, because he loved her, right?

He loved her. He used to bring her flowers, and surprise her with picnics. He used to remember everything about her, her favorite books and her favorite songs by heart. He loved cuddling with her on cold days, and walking down the beach on sunny days.

Now, it felt like that part of him was slowly slipping away and she couldn't do anything but just stand there, waiting for the crash that was bound to happen.

And it was getting harder to ignore everytime she made an effort, only to be met with disappointment.

Sitting at a table at night, tugging on her dress and slightly shivering from being cold. But she didn’t care about it, she was too distracted looking at the candles she’d painstakingly arranged, their warm glow casting long shadows across the lonely table. The food was cold now, untouched.

She'd planned this for weeks, choosing the perfect spot and decoration, being overly excited to have a moment to just be percy and y/n, just two people who loved each other. And he had promised that he'd be there.

"y/n?" a familiar voice broke her from her thoughts.

She looked up, a small flicker of hope blooming in her chest, but it quickly faded when she saw Grover instead of Percy.

And he looked uncomfortable, clearly dreading that he had to be the bearer of bad news. y/n knew what was coming before he even spoke. "he's with Chiron, there's some issues with the new campers." he said hesitantly. "but he said he'd come here as soon as he can!"

She forced a smile, waving him off. “It’s okay, Grover. Thanks for letting me know.”

As Grover left, her smile dropped. She stared down at the now-cold plate in front of her, her appetite gone. She leaned and blew the candles, knowing that there was no reason to wait for Percy.

She understood it, really. Percy was busy. Percy was important. Percy was needed. But for one more time, she just wished that he could see that she also needed him.

When he saw her the next day, he didn’t bring it up, so she acted like everything was okay. She just couldn't bring herself to waste the time she had with him for a meaningless fight, so she just enjoyed his company, thinking that he was enjoying hers as well.

She was laying on his bed, he was sitting with his back against the headboard, his hand going through her hair in a soothing manner while she spoke excited. "it's so fascinating, Percy! the way the author describes the characters. And there's this one quote 'even the strongest love can wilt without care' and it made me think that relationships-"

She trailed off when she realized Percy wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixed on Riptide, he was holding the pen between the fingers of his free hand, and he didn’t even look like he he was paying attention.

Her heart sank, and she fell silent, the excitement draining out of her. She waited a moment, hoping he’d realize that she had stopped talking, but he didn’t. Instead, he just nodded absently and muttered "That’s nice."

y/n forced a smile, once again trying to ignore the sting. She couldn't bring herself to blame him, maybe he was tired or maybe he had too much to think about. Either way, she didn’t keep on talking as she silently went back to her book.

Later that day, the book came again into the conversation, but not because she brought it up. He was helping her carry some things to her cabin when his gaze fell on the book of his hands. "Hey, you didn’t tell me you were reading a new book."

Suddenly, the book felt too heavy, pressing uncomfortably against her arms. "I did tell you." she replied quietly, trying hard to hide her disappointment.

Percy furrowed his brow. "You did? Huh. I must’ve... I don’t know, I guess I forgot." He gave a sheepish laugh, as if that would lighten the moment.

She lowered her gaze to the ground, her chest tightening. How could she mean so little to him that he couldn't even remember something she had told him hours ago?

And she still didn’t say anything about it, because she felt like it was stupid to even bring it up. Maybe she was overreacting and she didn’t want to make Percy feel guilty about it.

Sometimes, she saw glimpses of the old Percy back. When he sneaked on her bed after a long day just to rest with her because he missed her, when he kissed her goodbye once he was called over to help with something, when he hugged and lifted her up when he was happy or when he asked her questions about something she was excited.

They were okay. She had been sure they were okay.

Now she was spending the night of her birthday sitting by herself on the strawberry fields, the faint scent of fresh berries filling the air. She picked at the grass absentmindedly, the weight in her chest growing as she, once again, let her thoughts wander back to him.

She was suddenly brought back to his birthday, months ago she had spent weeks planning Percy's birthday. She had made sure she had the perfect gift, she baked his favorite cupcakes and organized a surprise party with his friends.

And when Percy walked into the pavillion, his smile made it worth it. The whole night, he stayed by her side, holding her close, stealing kisses, sharing stories with her and making sure to thank her every moment he could.

She had been so excited for her birthday. She loved birthdays. And now, here she was. Alone. Forgotten. Realizing just how wrong she had been by thinking that everything was okay.

Percy had only stopped by her cabin in the morning to hand her a gift and apologize. "Sorry, I couldn’t do much. Chiron needs me to lead a meeting about patrol schedules." Then, after a quick kiss on her forehead, he was gone.

He didn’t even wait for her to open the small box, but it was good he didn’t, because he would've seen the disappointment on her face when she opened the small box and found a bracelet. It was pretty, sure, but not her style at all. There wasn't even a birthday card inside.

Now the bracelet pressed uncomfortably against her skin as she stared at it with tears gathering on her eyes, waiting for him to show up. He would show up, right?

But he didn’t. He didn’t surprise her. He didn’t show up. And she stayed there, sitting by the fields with her heart feeling heavy in her chest because that was the moment she knew.

She had fought for him, everyday she had fought for even a tiny bit of his attention. For so long, she had convinced herself that the glimpses of the old Percy were enough to keep her happy. But she couldn't keep doing that. She couldn't keep on being the only one fighting for a relationship that wasn't working. She was tired. And he didn’t even see it.

Her mind replayed the happy moments of their relationship, each memory tinged with a growing sadness. She thought about the way he used to look at her like she was his entire world and how now, his gaze rarely lingered. The way he used to laugh with her, hold her hand, and remember the little things: her favorite flower, her favorite song, her favorite way to spend a lazy afternoon.

All of that gone.

What had she done wrong? why had he stopped loving her? wasn't she deserving of the same love she gave to him?

Tears streamed silently down her face as the truth settled in her chest like a weight she couldn’t lift. He had lost her, and the worst part was that she wasn't even sure that he would care about it.

The next day, she was just grateful enough that it was time for campers to go back to their houses for the school year. She had already packed her stuff, and the only thing left to do was the one she was dreading the most.

When she slipped into Percy's cabin, he wasn't there. Of course he wasn't, he was probably busy somewhere around camp. It was better this way, she tried to convince herself once she placed the letter on his pillow before she left.

Percy's morning had been filled with things he needed to finish before he had to leave. When he finally had a moment for himself, he went directly to his cabin because he had to pack his things and then go help y/n with her bags.

But what he found when he was packing his things was a letter placed neatly on his pillow, at first he thought maybe it was some cheesy way for y/n to say goodbye. But once he opened it and finally read it, his whole world stopped for just a moment before he was bolting out of the door.

He was able to find her just as she was leaving her cabin, her bags on her hand. She stopped right on her tracks once her eyes fell on him, and that dreadful feeling settled once again in her stomach. She had hoped that she would avoid this, but one small part of her already knew this was coming.

Percy stopped in front of her, the letter crumbled in his hand. "You were just break up with me through a letter and leave?” he asked, his voice breaking. "you weren’t even going to say anything to me?"

y/n dropped her bags only to cross her arms protectively against her chest. "to be fair, I didn’t think you'd notice if I left." she replied softly, her words laced with quiet pain.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but he wasn't able to find the words. "That's not fair."

"you know what isn't fair, Percy?" she replied, her voice weak. "I have spent months giving you my every moment, hoping for at least some kind of love back, and every single time, you've shown me that i'm not a priority in your life. That's what's not fair."

Percy opened his mouth to respond, but she cut him off. "I've made you my world, Percy, Do you even realize how much I’ve waited and hoped that you’d start putting even a fraction of the effort I have into this relationship? just for you to show again and again that you don't care."

"Of course I care!" Percy replied, desperation laced on his voice. "I love you, how could I not care? i've always loved you"

She shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. "Loving someone isn't always enough Percy, maybe you do love me." she had to pause to take a deep breath. "but that doesn’t mean I feel loved by you. I need someone who’s going to show up for me, who’s going to fight for me the way I’ve been fighting for you. And you've already shown me that you can't be that person"

"I can!" He insisted, taking a step closer. "We'll work on it, I know I can, just don't go before we can fix this, please."

y/n wanted to believe he could change, she wanted to go back to being that girl who ignored his indifference and lived happy everytime she got a tiny bit of attention. She was so close to just falling into his arms once again, but then she thought back on having to spend her birthday alone, crying, wondering why he couldn't love her the right way. And she couldn't just go back to that.

She stared at him, feeling how her heart broke all over again. "It's too late, Percy. I can't fight for you anymore, i'm exhausted"

"Please" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Goodbye, Percy." she mumbled taking her bags again to finally walk away from him, her heart feeling heavy in her chest.

It hurt. But she knew she couldn't keep on begging just to end up being a footnote in the story of his life.

[stargirlygirl]

katsuki would so be one of the those pet owners who didn’t want a pet but when they get a pet, they treasure said pet the most.

imagine katsuki with a little girl kitten that he had whined about getting for weeks but when you bring her home, he’s cooking her gourmet food and feeding it to her, giving her cat milk from a syringe and burping her like a baby.

katsuki who makes her a bed out of a box and his sweater which she loves and sleeps in for most of the day.

katsuki who cradles his kitten in his arms as you sit on the couch and watch a movie. his kitten who meows softly and licks his hand; no resistance whatsoever.

katsuki who freaks out and starts yelling and hyperventilating when his kitten doesn’t one of her meals, asking you if she needs to be taken to vet when in reality, she was just sleepy.

katsuki who would do anything for his kitten, whose love for his kitten has you feeling jealous sometimes.

“suki, you’ve been cuddling her for the past two hours. when can I have cuddles?” you whine. katsuki looks up from his kitten cradled tight in his thick muscular arms and scowls at you.

“the fuck you on about?” he grunts. you sigh and pout, feeling like your cat has become your competition for your boyfriend’s attention.

you say in a small voice, “don’t you wanna give me cuddles too?” katsuki groans in response.

you scoff, “fine then. don’t worry about me.” you roll your eyes and push yourself up from the couch. as you walk past him to go to your bedroom, he grabs your wrist. his hand is warm, grip firm around your joint. you look down at him, your eyes narrow.

“what?” you say between gritted teeth. you notice that your kitten is cleaning itself now. katsuki tugs on your arm, pulling you flush against the back of the couch. with his other hand, he gently pats his kitten and coos at her, telling her that he refilled her biscuits bowl. mewing, she stretches and hops off him. katsuki looks back up at you and gets off of the couch.

still holding your wrist, he comes around to the back of the sofa where you stand, frowning at him. he pulls you forward and you fall into his hot, muscular chest. you groan at how hard his body is against your much softer one, your small hands pushing back against his chest but to no avail as his arms encircle your frame.

“katsuki,” you whine. “suki, where’s my attention? I feel like you pay more attention to her now than you do to me.” you’re pouting and nuzzling the space between his pecs with your nose. katsuki laughs at you harshly.

“I’m giving you my attention now, eh?” his teasing hurts yet he gently rubs circles on your mid-back.

you sigh and mumble into his muscle tee, “that’s not what I meant.” he chuckles, patting your head with his other hand.

“whatever brat.”

over the next few weeks, you notice that katsuki is more affectionate towards you, but never at the expense of his kitty. the balance he strikes between you two makes you feel good. it also makes me you feel slightly guilty for getting upset with your adorable little kitten for stealing your boyfriend’s attention and warmth. but what can a girl do?

[dollwhite]

wow..?.

part two

Made by Dollwhite

I’m so glad I got this done 😣 it was kicking my ass all lest week ps I need friends 😭 pls be my friend, I like DC things, I kinda like K-pop?. Oh and I love food, ima go grab some food right now!! I also like transformers my favorite is bumblebee 😭 yes I know that’s basically everyone’s favorite. But idc 💗

Now..Wally was sitting with his friends in his apartment. Trying to explain why.. his ‘girlfriend’ they don’t believe he has one. They think he payed some hot chick to play his girlfriend.

”ok what I’m not understanding is that, YOU Wally west got a hot girlfriend before me?” Conner questioned. “ ya just agh, and I’m fine, sum not added up. You pay her?” He added on. It wasn’t a bad joke, no. He was seriously questioning him. Wally with a girlfriend that’s hot at that!? if ya told Conner this a week age, he would have never believed it. But with his super hearing….

HIS NOT A CREEP!!! sometimes the super hearing be hearing even when he doesn’t mean it. So well Wally and let’s call her hot girl were talking he… may or may have not been listening to their conversation..

”agh, what’s there not to understand dude. Yes, I have a girlfriend she’s hot! Big deal cuz after this I might not have a girlfriend!!. and did you just called me ugly?? Your ugly!!” Wally shouted. this is exactly why he didn’t tell them he had a girlfriend. He thought they would over react, and that’s exactly what they’re doing.!

“If she’s your girlfriend why did ya let her walk home dude, it’s Gotham. Dangerous place for a lady to be walking around all alone.” Artemis asked.

Because who just lets their girlfriend walk around at night IN Gotham? If that was her girlfriend that would not be the case. She’s not judging, she is but that’s beside the point.

“My- she’s not the type to want people to go after her. If she walks away she wants to be alone. If that wasn’t the case do you think i would just let her walk away?” Wally replied.

he would never let his girlfriend walk around Gotham, if he didn’t think you could take care of yourself.

“Uh even if she’s wants to be alone wouldn’t have made sense for to at lest text her, just to make sure she got home safely?” Dick stated

he hasn’t seen Wally pick up his phone at all. Dick can get wanting to give your girlfriend space but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to check up on her.

That’s just a basic boyfriend rule always check up on your girlfriend even if they are mad at you.

“It would end up with me being blocked.” Wally grumbled. “So how are we going to get her to forgive me?” Wally quickly added, on before any of them could comprehend what had been said moments earlier.

“The fuck you mean we?? I’m not the one that got her mad at you.” Conner argued.

“yeah dude I’m with Conner on this one, you never get involved with in a augment between a couple. Plus you kinda brought this on yourself.” Dick scolded, even if Wally was his best friend. He will never get between a arguing couples.

“I did not bring this on myself! She got mad because you all crashed our date.” He said, he knows he plays a part of you getting mad at him but he can’t take all the blame.

”hm I believe you did.” Artemis stated, grabbing a hand full of gummy bears off the little coffee table.

Now four people including Wally were standing outside of your condo….

you were grabbing a water out of your freezer, when all of sudden you saw you front door handle being unlocked.

Seeing your door unlocked well you were standing in your kitchen. Was something.. a big something. You know you boyfriend had a key to your place but he always texted you a heads up before coming over. As you approached the front door it swung open. Revealing, your boyfriend Wally and what you assumed are three of his close friends.

“Hi.?.” You said confusion written all across your face. Glancing you noticed favorite flowers and f/c sitting tightly in Wally’s arms. “What are you doing here.?” You asked steeping to the side so all of them could walk through your door.

“ we came here to apologize.” Wally muttered. “ No, you came to apologize we came here to meet the pretty lady!” Artemis quickly corrected. Her eyes consciously making their why over to you, “I love your boots where ya get them?”

“Oh, I got them for Christmas so i don’t really know.” Your eyes glanced down at your Demonia camel 311 boots. They were cute high boots your grandfather got you for Christmas, you don’t know we’re in heaven he found them.

Y’all can just imagine the apology part AGH I’m done if I spend any more time on this story I think ima be having dreams about it 😭 thank y’all so much for 45 followers!! Ps the reason this took so long was because my dumb ass actually deleted this the first time I wrote it so I had to redo it all over again 😕 Tumblr needs to get a box for all the deleted things cuz i promise the next time I delete something on accident ima quit.

Also I am half way done making a plot for BRAT 😆 and yes chapter 3 most likely will not be here until 7-11 because that’s when my package is coming, I Ordered it on the 25 last month but it’s still not here 😔. I might make a part three but I might not it just depends on how I feel.

Bye loves dollwhite signing out💗

[weepingwillowwonder]

A request: Asmodeus x Reader x Fizzarolli - 

“Could you do one where reader is a workaholic (always on computers and paperwork) and one day they've been working on a paper for so long that they haven't slept, but fizz and ozzie find out from them that it's due in a week. After this, they try to convince reader to come to bed with little neck kisses, reader is unaware that they plan to tire her out so badly that she falls asleep/can't remember she was working on a paper.”

₊✩‧₊ CW: Suggestive contest, honestly nothing too explicit, not really proof read either tbh <_<

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“Baby…?” A gruff voice calls out into the room you occupied by yourself. Distracted, you let out a small hum in acknowledgment and continue typing away at the laptop in front of you. 

“Babe.” The sudden firmness of the voice startles you out of your trance and you look up to find the face of a worried Fizzarolli. He stood crossing his arms before walking closer to your spot on the couch. Your eyes meet his and you give him an apologetic smile before returning back to the work in front of you. 

“Hi Fizz, sorry I’ve just been…really busy.” You mumble, leaning into the screen of the dimly lit device. You hear him walk around the couch to lean over your shoulder to look at what you're doing. He then gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“I know. For the past few days you’ve been at this literally non-stop. You’re hardly taking any breaks-,” He starts, placing his hands on your shoulders to kneed the tension away.

“I have been taking breaks.” You cut him off defensively, glancing up to him for a moment before turning back around. He rolls his eyes.

“Using the bathroom doesn’t count.” You shoot him another irritated look. “I meant actually taking a break, you know, not just stopping to do the bare minimum to fuckin’ live. Plus you haven’t even been coming to bed at night, just passing out on the couch…” His voice softens and he buries his face into your neck with a sigh. “You need to rest and...I miss you.” 

His lips suddenly press against your neck, trailing slowly along the skin. Fizzarolli's kisses are sweet and gentle, and you know all too well that he’s trying to coax you away from the task at hand. You're hardly paying attention to him though and shortly after he begins, you dramatically groan. Much to his dismay, he realizes your reaction was not towards him, but rather at your computer.

You mutter quietly to yourself as you proofread your latest paragraph and unconsciously you lean away from him. Fizzarolli scoffs. 

“Seriously? Are you for real ignoring me?” You turn to him, genuinely surprised by his frustrated tone and open your mouth to respond. The sound of a door opening, however, stops you and you both look towards it's direction.

“Hellooo my beautiful partners!” Asmodeus cheerfully enters the living space, dropping his belongings on a nearby table. “And how are my babies today?” When he takes in both you and Fizzarolli’s body language, his tone quickly changes. “Is there something wrong…?”

You avoid both of their gazes and quietly get back to work. 

“Ozzie, tell them,” An accusing finger points in your direction as he walks over to greet the other. “That they're working too hard and they need to take a well deserved break. Also to stop ignoring me...” 

Fizzarolli's pout quickly slips away when Asmodeus’ arms settle around his hips to pull him closer in greeting. A low timbre of a hum is heard followed by the hitch of someone’s breath. While you don’t look up to watch them, you quickly get an idea of what’s happening… 

“Oz..?” He mumbles, a blush quickly growing across his cheeks as lips trail along his neck and shoulder. Your name is spoken in a sing-songy voice against Fizzarolli's skin and you bite your lip at the soft moans that fill the room. You try desperately to stay focused. 

“Oh? Are you ignoring me now too?” Asmodeus’ voice is teasing when he calls your name again, purposefully working Fizzarolli up to catch your attention. You shift in your seat, hoping that he doesn't catch on to your own growing interest.

Despite your silence, he responds to himself as if you both were having a conversation. “Mm if you are ignoring me, you’re not doing a very good job at it.” His grin grows in the corner of your eye when your lips press together. 

“What are you working on?” His voice changes less towards seduction and  more towards curiosity, but his actions still remain a distraction. Asmodeus’ hand finds its way underneath Fizzarolli's shirt, brushing against his sensitive skin, while the other sneaks into his pants. 

“A paper.” You mumble, trying to stay on task despite Fizzarolli's sounds of pleasure. Your legs press themselves together against your will and Asmodeus hums in understanding.

“When is it due?” He ponders aloud as he carefully watches you. As you explain your deadline is in a week, your eyes don't stray from your screen. You know once you take in the increasingly explicit scene in front of you, the concentration you’ve been desperately trying to maintain will be broken.

“A week?!” Fizzarolli's disbelief is cut off by a high pitched cry when Asmodeus pinches one of his nipples.

“Sounds like you have plenty of time to get it done then.” Asmodeus comments, taking his time to remove himself from your partner before commanding him to go wait in the bedroom. Fizzarolli is clearly not eager to listen, but does what he’s told. Pausing to watch his back as he leaves, you catch the way he looks back at you as well. 

When he’s out of sight, your eyes flicker back to Asmodeus who’s quietly watching you with a knowing smile. Your eyes timidly leave his yet again, even as he moves closer and purrs your name. Asmodeus kneels in front of you, his hands settling on both sides of your thighs. Your lip slips between your teeth as you peer over at him from above your laptop. You don’t say anything when he strokes small circles on the sides of your thighs, but when he tries to lift the device from your lap, you speak up. 

“Ozzie, pleaseee…I have to get this done, it’s really important…” You whine, tightly holding on to the sides of the laptop in an attempt to stop him from taking it.

“I’m sure it is important, but so are you.” He gently pries your fingers away and sets the laptop aside. “Just like you said, you have an entire week to finish it. Plus you’ve been working so hard…” His hands cup your knees and slowly spreads your thighs apart. “...You’ll let us take care of you, won’t you?”

Your eyes flutter at his touch and you turn away shyly as he continues moving closer to you between your legs. He leans down to press his lips along the inside of your thighs and your legs spread wider as you submit to his efforts.

 In the corner of your eye, the soft light of your laptop glares at you. In the moment when you look away from Asmodeus, the sentence you had been stuck on suddenly becomes clear as an idea comes to mind. With one hand on Asmodeus’ shoulder, the other reaches towards the device, but before you can make contact with the keyboard, you’re snatched up into the air.

“Oh no you don’t!” You hear as you let out a gasp. Both of your hands come to rest on Asmodeus’ shoulders now as you’re carried away from the living area. He makes his way into the bedroom with you in his arms and sets you on the bed.

“Took you both long enough...”  You hear Fizzarolli groan, then the sloppy sounds of skin against skin. Asmodeus chuckles, obviously amused by the other’s impatience and helps to turn you around to face him. Before you know it, your clothes have been shed and you’re sandwiched between your partners with their skin against yours.

“Fizzy’s been such a good boy waiting so long for us, it’s only right to make it up to him…right?” 

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Dramatic Ending Ch. 25 His Side Story

Dramatic Ending Ch. 25

Thank you @passthechloroform for providing the video for this chapter!

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It was all well and good to declare a grand "end" and say "goodbye," but even I couldn't control dreams.

Azel: Suppose I’m still alive and dreaming somewhere.

Azel: Maybe our dreams are mixed together, and that’s why we were able to meet like this.

Azel: Assuming that’s the case, what would you do if you found me next time?

Emma: Of course, I’d demand compensation.

Azel: …Huh?

Emma: It’s a natural claim since you made me cry so much.

Azel: What if that debt was gone?

Emma: It would make paying off the remaining debt a lot easier.

Emma: I’d be happy to have it paid off, but I don’t think that will happen.

Azel: Why?

Emma: Because you’re good at making me go into debt, Prince Azel.

Emma: I feel like I’ll get another invoice.

Azel: …

Azel: Would you dutifully pay off a new debt too?

Emma: Of course.

Azel: Even if it’s a scam?

Emma: …I’d gladly accept it.

Emma: Because…

Emma: If I were to go into debt again, I think it would be Prince Azel's way of saying “stay with me.”

Azel: ............

Azel: That’s not true.

Emma: Even if it’s not… I still want to be with you from now on.

Emma: There’s no other reason for me to pay off a scam-like debt.

-

(Yes… because you said so.)

(This was an unavoidable accident.)

(I never intended to call you back to Tanzanite.)

(But if… if you came here on your own, then it can’t be helped.)

(You respected my wish until the end.)

(Shouldn’t I return the favor?)

-

Emma: Well then… Let's eat!

Azel: No, wait, that’s absurd!

I had been waiting for the right moment to jump out in front of Emma, but I never expected her to start eating the offering to God right in front of me, so I ended up jumping out.

I mercilessly snatched the skewer that was about to disappear.

Azel: Is it customary to eat offerings in Rhodolite?

Emma: Of course not, but I was about to tearfully eat it to lure out the Prince Azel who can't be honest.

Azel: Who "can't be honest"? I'm a ghost now, so I can't just appear before you easily.

Emma: So, Mr. Ghost can eat offerings?

Azel: I can. Didn't you know that?

(…Damn it.)

I was aware that I was sulking like a child, so I couldn't stand Emma laughing at me.

Emma: There are a lot of inconsistencies.

Azel: …Shut up.

Azel: I can't believe you actually came.

Emma: After all that appealing for me to come, I couldn't not come.

Azel: Who made such an appeal?

Emma: Prince Azel did.

Azel: I don't recall doing that.

Emma: I even brought all the letters.

Azel: I don't know what you're talking about.

Emma: …I thought you'd say that, so I won't mention it any further…

Azel: …

Emma: I do think you could have told me from the beginning…

(If I had told you, you would have insisted on staying by my side.)

(There are various restrictions on a dead god.)

(…What if I accidentally fell in love with you?)

Azel: Could I really say “actually, I’m not going to die” in that sorrowful atmosphere? Of course not.

Azel: Besides… I didn’t intend to see you either.

Emma: But you called for me?

Azel: I didn’t call for you, it was unavoidable.

Azel: …You said you wanted to be with me, didn’t you?

Emma tilted her head in confusion.

It seemed she didn’t remember the contents of the dream.

(………… You’ve forgotten that embarrassing display? That’s good. That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.)

Azel: You heard my wish. So, I have to hear your wish too for it to be a fair trade.

Azel: This is my pride as a creditor, and it certainly doesn’t mean I wanted to see you.

(Yes, never…)

(I didn’t want to see you.)

Our eyes met, and before I knew it, our lips were touching.

(...Ah.)

(No, that's wrong...)

I came to my senses and tried to pull away, but Emma opened her mouth as if to accept me.

At that moment, all excuses flew out the window, and instead of the offering, I devoured her.

Once our tongues intertwined, it was strangely difficult to stop, and eventually, sweet moans escaped.

Azel: Could you put up some resistance? I won't be able to stop.

Emma: That's… impossible. I don't dislike it…

Azel: ……

As our breaths mingled, I felt a ticklish sensation from being stared at so intently.

It was a sweet, passionate gaze… like a weapon that could shatter reason.

(The truth is… I definitely wanted to see you.)

(Since you left, meals have been unsatisfying, and nights have been lonely…)

(Do you have any idea how much I've suffered?)

I pushed her onto the nearby bed and continued to kiss her relentlessly.

Whether it was due to the accumulated emotions or something else, I didn't feel like I could stop.

(…It’s your fault too for not resisting.)

Kisses alone gradually became insufficient, and I reached for the buttons of her blouse.

As I loosened her clothes, her hand reached behind my neck.

Emma: Is this okay?

Emma: …I’m expensive, you know?

(…That’s right.)

(Your worth is immeasurable. I don’t know how many invoices you would have to write…)

Azel: In that case, allow me to tell your fortune once again.

Azel: This time, not with the Standard Plan, but with the Professional Plan.

(You can charge me as much as you want.)

(If that means I can get back to my everyday life with you.)

....

––The curtain of night fell, and the divine moon ascended into the sky.

(But, what should I do?)

(This makes it seem like I'm the one who's fallen for Emma…)

(Wanting her to stay by my side and loving her are different.)

(…They should be different…)

(………… Please be different…)

I sat on the bed, at a loss for what to pray for anymore, when I sensed an unsettling presence creeping up behind me.

Azel: …What is it?

(Did I wake her up?)

Emma: I was trying to surprise you… That’s a shame.

Azel: ………… Sigh.

(…………… Why are you so cute in everything you do?)

Emma: Why are you so sulky?

Azel: I’m not sulky.

Emma: Yes, you are.

Azel: …

My face felt somewhat hot, and I averted my gaze, only to be embraced from behind.

(I think I messed up. What am I supposed to say in this situation?)

As I kept my mouth shut, she poked my cheek.

Even that small gesture made my chest tighten.

Azel: …I just don’t understand.

Azel: I don’t like you or anything…

Emma: If you tell me we’re “not lovers” after this, I’ll cry.

Azel: .......

Emma: Are we not?

Azel: ………… We’re not… Maybe…

(I have to admit that much, at least since I embraced her…)

(I have no choice but to admit it…)

Emma: In that case, there’s something I want you to say.

Azel: No.

Emma: I think you already know what I want you to say…

Azel: I don’t.

Emma: .......

The poking and poking became more intense.

I knew what Emma, with her mischievous grin, wanted me to say, but it was a cursed phrase I didn’t want to utter.

(Even if it’s your wish, I won’t grant you that.)

Azel: I’ll never say it, not even if my mouth is torn apart.

Azel: That I love you, or anything–

Emma: …Ah!

(…Damn it… I slipped up…)

Azel: Ah, no, that was…

Emma: That was?

Azel: …

Azel: ............

When I glanced at Emma’s face, it was shining with expectation.

Naturally, the only word that came to mind was "cute."

If I denied it here, she would definitely be disappointed.

(Oh, damn it…)

Azel: It’s not true, but it’s not untrue either, damn it.

(This is no good… I’m completely under your spell.)

(…I don’t think I’ll ever break free, what are you going to do about it?)

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Dramatic Ending Epilogue

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[scary-grace]

Readers listens to artists like Lord Huron, wave to earth,day6, the last shadow puppets that sort of vibe. Their music tastes are similar enough for the most part however if a song is a little too romantic he will second guess himself because what if she doesn't know that he's playing for her (she does) or what if she thinks its weird (she thinks its the cutest thing in the world)

Unfortunately writing is not a talent I possess however if you wanted to write it I would simply be obsessed. You are my favorite Shigaraki fic writer and I know youd be able to do my silly little idea justice😭(If you do decide to write it please feel more than welcome to change reader's music taste to something more comfortable for you if you'd like! I know not every artist is for everyone) But I just wanted to thank you so much not only for the amazing work you put out but also for being so kind!

Ahh, thank you for the kind words about my writing! I’ve been thinking about this AU all day long, and this is my first shot at the first not-meeting between Tomura and the reader! I like the music taste you’ve given her (esp the Lord Huron) but I wanted the first song to be a little more egregious 😅 if this is what you had in mind I’d love to write more!

When Tomura rented this apartment, he had no idea the walls were so fucking thin. No matter where he is in the apartment, he can hear absolutely everything that’s going on around him. The couple in the apartment above him fighting. The couple in the apartment on the left having such obnoxiously loud sex that he almost wonders if they’re doing it just to piss him off. The guys below him would be all right, except they play Mario Kart twenty-four seven, with the volume on. Any time Tomura wants to do anything — take a nap, do his homework, play guitar, get two seconds to think — he has to do it along the right-side wall of his one-bedroom apartment. At least that’s where his bedroom is.

It sucks not to be able to use most of the apartment he’s paying for. Tomura’s going to host a jam session here in revenge as soon as he can get the rest of the band to pay attention instead of spending forever decorating their own apartments in nicer buildings than this one. In the meantime, there’s at least one spot where he can hear himself think.

Tomura knows there’s somebody living in the apartment on the right. You moved in a day or so after Tomura did, and he only knows what you look like because you asked him where the laundry room is. You were smiling when you asked him, and you’re cute, so of course he fucked it up and just pointed instead of telling you or asking for your name. You’re cute and you’re quiet. That makes you Tomura’s favorite neighbor by default.

He’s sprawled out on his bed, tuning his guitar in preparation for band practice tonight, when he hears you humming on the other side of the wall. At first he thinks you’re just humming random notes, which he doesn’t hate as long as you’re on-key, which you are. In the time it takes for Tomura to recognize the hook, you’ve already started singing.

“Yeah, it’s over, it’s over, I’m circling these vultures, got me praying, man, this hunger, feeling something rotten —” Sit Next to Me, Foster the People. Tomura doesn’t hate the song choice. “Last time I saw you, said “What’s up?” and pushed right through. Then I tried to catch you, but we’re always on the move…”

“And now it’s over, we’re sober, symptoms of the culture,” Tomura mumbles under his breath, “and the night ain’t getting younger, last call’s around the corner —”

“Feeling kind of tempted and I’m pouring out the truth, fading out these talkers ‘cause now all I want is you, just sayin’ —“

“Come over here, sit next to me,” Tomura sings, only to remember that he’s not the band’s lead singer and there’s a reason for that. He shuts up in a hurry, and you keep singing. We can see where things go naturally, just say the word and I’ll part the sea —”

The walls are thin. So thin that they might as well be hospital privacy curtains, which means that if Tomura could hear you humming, you can definitely hear him singing. This is a nightmare. It’s a good thing Tomura doesn’t live in the same building as any of his bandmates. With how goddamn fucking thin the walls are, they’d have heard him singing a nonconsensual duet with the girl in the apartment next to him, and they’d never let him live it down.

He’s not going to live it down anyway. When he gets to band practice still humming Sit Next To Me, he gets roasted so hard by the rest of the band that he’s surprised his guitar case doesn’t catch on fire.

[bellestarot]

Niki's Reading

January 02, 2025

Right Now

He’s a bit upset about something he had been waiting for a long time. This opportunity has only now appeared for him, but he no longer values it as much as he once did. He’s unsure about what to do with this offer.

There is a significant female presence in his life at the moment. As the situation unfolds, it will become clearer who she is, but she is someone he’s very happy to have in his life.

He’s connecting with two much older men, possibly family members or people from his workplace. They seem to be influential figures, likely in the entertainment industry.

He and his group are planning to travel abroad, and he’s excited about it, as is the rest of the group. He’s sharing this moment with his groupmates.

Love Life

He’s in a relationship right now, and he’s very happy with this person.

Although he seems quite young, he’s already thinking about marriage or having children. He feels very at home with this person, who appears to be around his age, maybe a year older.

From the beginning, he felt a strong connection, which gave him the courage to pursue this relationship despite his fears due to past disappointments in love. However, with this person, things were different, and he was reciprocated, making him very happy.

He enjoys giving gifts to his partner but tries to control his spontaneity and excitement. He’s receiving advice from an older friend, whom he sees as mature and balanced, about how to navigate this relationship.

Career

In terms of his work, he feels that things have been fair so far, and he’s satisfied with the opportunities coming his way. He is ambitious and creative, with many ideas he wants to bring to life.

He feels sad for a work friend, possibly a groupmate, whose mother might be dealing with health, psychological, or family issues. He’s very empathetic and sensitive, and this has affected him directly.

He enjoys his work but is very intuitive about the people around him. There’s a lot of conflict in his environment, not just within the group but also with others, so he tries to protect himself from this.

Family

He is very happy with his family. He loves them deeply, especially his mother, for whom he has great affection.

However, he feels a bit down about his family’s financial situation not being great at the moment. Still, he remains hopeful and believes things will get better. He is very faithful and optimistic.

There seems to be a conflict with a male family member, possibly a brother or cousin.

Friendships

He is worried about a friend who is involved in harmful activities, possibly illicit or excessive behavior. This situation bothers and worries him.

He sometimes feels bored or unmotivated to go out with friends and prefers staying home. Yet, he wishes to have new friends and people in his life but doesn’t take any steps to make this happen, remaining stagnant.

There’s a friend who has romantic feelings for him, wanting to be more than just a friend.

He also has two female friends with strong personalities.

Future

He will mature a lot and gain a better understanding of the value of money and how to manage it. In the future, he’s likely to have a strong financial relationship, earning significant wealth.

He will become even more famous than he is now and will use his money to make substantial donations to help others and support institutions.

He will continue working, as he enjoys feeling useful, and his efforts will pay off. He might collaborate with someone in the entertainment industry, a partnership that will bring him even more success.

While he values fame and power, he may become cautious and slightly attached to them as his career advances.

Advice

"The starting point of all achievement is desire."

— Napoleon Hill

[peachhcs]

someone hitting on emma at the bar/party or whatever public space and gabe getting a little jealous🤭🤭

the jealousy trope is one of my favorites 😏😏

au masterlist

gabe’s eyes were glued to emma’s back from where he stood in the kitchen with ryan, drew, and aram. they were talking about something, but gabe had stopped paying attention ten minutes ago because his gaze was fixed on his girlfriend about fifteen feet away from him talking with someone guy the hockey player didn’t recognize. it must’ve been someone from one of her classes or something.

now, gabe wasn’t a jealous person. he never really had been. he didn’t care if people wanted to talk to his girlfriend and he liked to think he was very secure his in relationship. he trusted emma. she trusted him. it was simple. they were at a house party one of the older hockey players was throwing and gabe brought emma along. he also knew they didn’t need to be attached at the hip at very second because they were their own people. she was welcome to go and talk to other people.

the problem gabe started having was when this guy was getting a little too close for comfort. they’d been talking for almost twenty minutes and it seemed fine at first, but then he started touching emma whenever he laughed or wanted to grab her attention and gabe’s jaw clenched just the slightest when he noticed it.

he wasn’t one to make a scene in public. everyone knew him to be pretty chill, so him going over there and taking a swing at the guy’s face would be pretty out of character for him. instead, he just tried listening to what ryan and drew were talking about. he knew if emma didn’t like the interaction she’d just leave and find him again.

but man, that guy was persistent. the dark-haired boy knew that look in his eyes because that was how he looked at emma.

gabe finally had enough and ditched the conversation to make his way over to his girlfriend. her back was to him, so she didn’t see him coming up he snaked his hand around her waist and kissed the top of her head. emma grinned, her eyes lighting up when she saw her boyfriend beside her and that prided gabe knowing he was the only one who could make her eyes light up like that. it also settled the slight anxiety creeping up his chest that maybe this guy did have something he didn’t.

“what’s up?” the hockey player mumbled, smiling back at her and glancing at the guy who stoped talking and eyed gabe’s hand around her waist.

“not much. mitch was just telling me about this book we both read,” emma explained.

the other thing was that because emma was a bit more shy and introverted, a lot of people didn’t expect her to be dating a big shot hockey player, so you could probably envision the surprise on mitch’s face when he realized that gabe was her boyfriend.

“oh, nice. what book?” gabe wondered and eyed the boy beside them.

“just..a book we had to read for our class,” mitch mumbled and took a long sip of his drink. gabe internally smirked to himself knowing he threw mitch off.

“what are you doing?” emma wondered and gabe shrugged.

“just wanted to come say hi to you,” he leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips. the blonde blushed at his public affection, squeezing his torso. mitch wandered off when he saw them kiss.

“after watching me talk with him?” emma teased a bit because she could feel the tension radiating off of her boyfriend’s body. she was flattered he was jealous though.

“was it that obvious?” the boy mumbled embarrassingly.

“kind of, but i also just know you. you know you have nothing to worry about right?” emma pinched his cheek that was warm and red from the beer he was drinking. gabe flushed even more.

“i know, i just..whatever. it doesn’t matter. i love you,” he grinned.

“i love you too. i’d choose you over any of the nerdy guys in my classes because you’re nerdy in your own way,” the girl poked making gabe roll his eyes a bit.

he tugged her back over to where his friends were. he kept his hand around her waist for the rest of the night which emma secretly loved because it always sent butterflies in her stomach whenever gabe was a bit more possessive and protective of her.

[ppenguinpperson]

kinda like roleplay?? (<- link to this on ao3)

“So. Um. I've been thinking.” Mirabelle looks you in the eye. "Siffrin. Have you ever liked anyone?”

You tilt your head at her. What kind of question is that? Of course you've liked people. You like Odile, Mirabelle, Bonnie, Isabeau…

At your confused look, she shakes her head. "Like, like-like!"

Ohhh! Hm. Have you?

The starry night sky shines upon you. You sit on a log, enveloped by the woods, warmed by the dim fire in front of you. You lazily toss a stick in it.

It’s nights like these that make lookout duty enjoyable.

Your family doesn’t like it when you’re out here alone. It’s nice of them to worry about you, but you really don’t mind. You’re stronger than any two of them combined. You’re more than capable of defending yourself and them.

Keeping them safe for a few hours is the least you can do after, well… everything.

Adjusting to life outside of the loops was hard. Still is. You’re not sure you’ll ever fully recover, but you’ve made progress. Your family says so, at least. You don’t feel like you have.

You relapsed just last month. Not in any big way, and it passed rather quickly compared to the other times you relapsed. Still, a relapse is a relapse.

You saw a play, and a particular scene reminded you of your time in Dormont. It was just a scene. Something you should have been able to handle. You’ve been travelling for, what, a few months now? Something as small as a scene in a play shouldn’t rattle you as badly as it did – but, you’ve never been one to react proportionately, have you?

It took you a few days to confide in your family. They were understanding. They didn’t blame you. They even thanked you for talking to them about this. You still can’t believe they choose to love you, again and again, despite the difficulty that comes with that choice.

… ah, you shouldn’t think things like that. Mirabelle and Isabeau would be sad. Bonnie would be mad, and Madam Odile would chide you.

Mirabelle’s given you a few tips on what to do when you think things like this, some that she uses herself. It surprised you that she struggles this way, too. You didn’t expect her struggles to go further than her surface, anxious demeanor. Well. That, and…

“Siffrin?” Someone speaks behind you.

You tense. Lost in your thoughts, you weren’t paying attention. Stupid!! With your hand on your dagger and preparing for the worst, you turn around.

“Ah, sorry!” Mirabelle startles, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Relief washes over you that it’s just her. “It's okay.” You don't let go of the dagger. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, everything's fine. I just can't sleep.” She gestures to the empty space next to you. “Can I, um..?”

Finally, you let go of your dagger. You nod. You sit back down and Mirabelle joins you. Silence falls over you like a blanket.

It’s not rare for someone to join you on lookout duty because they can’t sleep (Isabeau often does), but it is rare for that someone to be Mira. You’re not complaining, though. You enjoy these moments. Enveloped by the dark and quiet of the forest, it feels like you’re the only two people in the world.

The fire flickers in front of you. You hope it’s warm enough for Mirabelle. It’s warm enough for you, but you’re wearing your cloak, and she’s only wearing her nightgown. Not even her bow or bonnet.

You can’t make out her face too well in the darkness, but you can at least make out her eye bags. It looks a bit like she’s shivering, but you could be imagining things – but, you might not be!! And this isn’t the kind of thing you like to risk!!

Without giving it further thought, you take off your cloak. The cold hits you all at once. How come Mirabelle hasn’t said anything?? Her eyes grow wide when you give it to her.

“Oh! Thank you,” She gives you a concerned smile, “But, won’t you be cold?”

You throw a log into the fire, suppressing a shiver. “I’ve been out here longer so I’m used to it.”

Her smile turns warm. Almost enough to warm you. “Thank you, then! I won’t be out here for long, I just, Oh!” She makes a surprised sound, interrupting herself, as she slips your cloak on. “Oh, wow!! This is so warm!! Is this Craft??”

You shrug and scooch closer to the fire. You turn your eyes to the trees, searching for any signs of danger. When Mirabelle speaks again, her voice has that slight bit of anxiety to it that you wouldn’t notice had you not been travelling with her for so long.

“So, um.” She starts, eyes set straight ahead instead of at you. “I’ve been thinking about something. And I’d like to talk about it with you! Because we’re feelings buddies!!” She glances at you. Her brows are tinged with worry. “Would it be okay to talk about it now? Um, it’s okay if not!! If you’re tired, or want to have your full attention on the lookout-”

“It’s okay, Mira.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay. Thank you. The thing is…” She looks at you directly, mouth parted, ready to speak. But nothing comes out. She wordlessly looks at you. Why does this remind you of something?

“I think, first, I’d like to say something else!! So that you don’t feel bad!! Okay??” You nod. “Okay. Um. I’m not angry at you.” Oh, no. You don’t know what kind of face you make, but it makes Mirabelle backpedal.

“No, wait, it's okay!!” She shakes her head. “Oh, Change, that's not a good starter. I just, ah, wanted to be clear this isn't your fault. I've been feeling like this for longer than I've even known you. So. Don't blame yourself. Okay?”

A bit shaken, you nod. What could she be talking about..? Is this about your relapse last month? What else could it be about?

She fiddles with your cloak. “So. Um. I've been thinking.” She looks you in the eye. "Siffrin. Have you ever liked anyone?”

You tilt your head at her. What kind of question is that? Of course you've liked people. You like Odile, Mirabelle, Bonnie, Isabeau…

At your confused look, she shakes her head again. “Like, like-like!”

Ohhh! Hm. Have you?

You scratch your head, trying your best to remember.. You're pretty sure you like-like Isabeau… liked, maybe..? The loops made everything weird. You don't know what you feel for him, other than that you enjoy his presence – but, you can say that about everyone in your family. You don’t know why it’s different with him.

You try to remember other people that you've liked this way, other than Isa. There have been a few fleeting feelings here and there, but you're not sure if you'd describe any of them as romantic. They kinda were? Maybe a bit?

When you compare your feelings to the feelings of the protagonists from your favorite plays;to the affections of couples you meet on your journey, you're not sure you feel the same thing.

You don't realise you've fallen into a silence again until Mirabelle breaks it.

“Y-you don't have to tell me if you don't want to!!”

“It's okay, I was just thinking.” You reassure her. Stars, were you really just staring at her? “I'm just… not sure, I guess?”

“Not sure? How?”

You ponder your answer. “It's complicated. I’ve liked people before, I’m just not sure what kind of ‘like’ it was.” You sigh. You're still not used to talking about yourself. “Sorry, that doesn't make sense.”

“No, no! I get it! I think!” She speaks fervently. “Like, um, you like them, but not in the same way as The Cursing Of Château Castle characters care about each other!! But not as friends, either!!”

… Wow! You nod, surprised that she understands.

“Yeah!! For me it… it honestly feels a bit fake?” She picks at her nails. “Liking someone the same way my favorite characters do just feels like fiction. Like something that's.. never going to happen…”

She deflates a bit as she says that. Her expression almost breaks your heart. Not just because you'd rather almost end the world again than see Mira said, but because you realise you've already bad this conversation.

It played out differently back then. You approached her. You were in public. She had her bonding papers. So many things have changed since then, but this topic is the same..!!

The day you escaped the loops, she told you she doesn't like others knowing things about herself that she doesn't know about. Something about spoilers. You understand this more than she knows, so you CANNOT follow the same script!! That’d be cheating!!

You’d be using information that only you know to get a good grade in Mirabelle. You can’t do that to her. Plus, it can’t be the only script with a happy ending. And if it is, well, you can always make a new ending.

Maybe it wouldn't even work, since so much has changed… Yeah..!! It's an invalid cheat code!! It's expired. Unavailable. Those lines are locked behind a paywall and you only have one coin to your name.

Mirabelle sighs. Oh no, you’ve been silent for too long again!! Quick!! Say something before she thinks you’re judging her!!

“That’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“But I do! This… Bonding with someone is one of the biggest ways to change,” she runs a hand through her hair, “What does it matter that I’m one of the saviors of Vaguarde if I can’t Change?”

She speaks hurriedly, stress seeping from her words. “I thought that, maybe, something would change, after defeating the King. That, maybe, it was just the stress getting to me, or something, but… nothing. I’m the same.”

She trails off into silence. Okay, Siffrin. Your turn. No cheating, remember??

“This is who you are, Mira. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There is, though, if who I am is someone that can’t change!! The Change belief… is very, very important to me. It’s all around changing! Changing with a capital C! Bettering yourself! Becoming a better, different person!”

She gestures with her hands as she speaks. Your heart aches. You wish you could take all this grief from her. Um!! You don’t wish it, but, um. You just hate seeing her like this.

Mirabelle continues talking. It’s all things she’s told you before, even if she doesn’t remember it, so you space out a little. Yes, you know that you shouldn’t, but you have to think about other ways to comfort her.

Last time, you told her to change by not changing. Maybe telling her to change the belief instead would be better. Why should she be the one to do the work? There’s no script anymore, so, there’s no reason to be afraid.

… oh, Stars, is using an idea you had during the loops ‘cheating’? Does this count? You can’t tell, so, better not risk it.

Maybe you should tell her to talk about this with the Head Housemaiden? But she’s so far away, and Mira’s losing sleep over this – plus, she came to you!! Handing her off to someone else like that would be mean.

You already told her that she’ll be forever alone, back then. Helping her out now is the least you can do.

“And, I… I need this to change, don’t I..?”

Her face is screwed up in a mix of fatigue and anxiety. Tentatively, you place your hand on her shoulder. Within a second, she places her own hand over yours.

“I, um… You’re probably not the only Housemaiden to feel this way.”

“Maybe?” She sniffles and shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Most of them have already dated around, or at least had crushes… some are even bonded with multiple people!! And I can’t even bond with one!!”

Ah, Stars. You said the wrong thing. Now she probably just feels even lonelier. Fix this!! Now!!

“W-Well. Maybe, though?” No!! Not like that, don’t double down, idiot!!

“Even if they do, they’re still bonding and everything… Doesn’t that just make me… weak..? For not overcoming this, like they are.”

“You’re not weak, Mira.” You squeeze her hand. “You’re the strongest person I know. You-”

She interrupts you. “You don’t get it, Siffrin.” Her voice breaks. She takes her hand off of yours and goes back to picking at her nails. “This… I have to do this!! I want to be a good Housemaiden. Change isn’t always nice and easy, but!! It has to happen!!”

You’re only making things worse. She’s done so much for you, can’t you just comfort her??

“... No, I don’t get it. I’m not a Housemaiden.” You speak carefully, trying to come off as patient and comforting. You’re not sure if it gets across. “But you don’t want this.”

“I do!!” She reiterates. “I want to be a good Housemaiden. I do.”

“... But you don’t want to date people.”

Mirabelle deflates. “... No.” Her voice wavers, “I don’t.”

“So don’t.”

“You say it like it’s easy.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

Mira’s chewing on her lips, brows furrowed. The months between you defeating the King and now must have made her feelings about this a lot worse, given she looks twice as distressed as she did back then.

“I wish I at least had the strength to try it. Even if I gave it just one chance…I think I could like some of the things bonded couples do. I should at least try them, but,” her face screws up, “I couldn’t lie to someone like that. It makes me want to throw up just thinking about doing all that romantic stuff. Maybe if it wasn't romantic, if it was just stuff, I'd like it, but... that's not how things work.”

“... I think,” you start, before you can talk yourself out of it, “Um, I think that I like Isa.”

She startles and her eyes go wide. “What?!”

She surprises both of you with her loudness. You jump and she clamps her hands over her mouth. Nothing but crickets. After it’s clear that she woke no one up, she mouths a very quiet ‘sorry’.

You smile at her. Just to be safe that no one but Mirabelle hears this, you speak quieter, almost whispering.

“I think I do. He’s nice, handsome, funny… He makes me happy. I think that… I know he likes me, too.” Your face has surely turned an awful, awful shade now. “But…” You trail off.

“But what?”

“I don’t think I want what he wants.”

Mirabelle tilts her head again. Confusion paints her face. Even so, she hangs onto your every word, looking at you with those big lightless eyes of hers.

“I know I’d be happy with him. But, I…” The words don’t come easy, but you force them out anyways. “I don’t know. Something feels off when I imagine us as, like… um, like the characters from your books. I want something like that, kinda, but also not like that? I don’t think I could play the role of one of those characters very well.”

You grunt. Stars, you suck at this!! You don’t like thinking about this stuff. You’ve never even talked about it. A bit like Mirabelle, you thought this part of you would just… change, someday. But it hasn’t, and you have no words to describe what ‘this’ part of you is other than ‘different’. You can’t even articulate how you’re different.

Great job, Siffrin. You interrupted your friend to talk about yourself, and didn’t even come to any kind of conclusion. This is where going off-script gets you.

You squirm in your seat. “Sorry. You don’t have to-”

“No ‘sorry’!!” She grabs your hands and squeezes them tight. “It’s hard, talking about this!! You’re trying to, and..!! You’re helping!!”

You are?

“I am?”

“Yes!! Not feeling this stuff, or not feeling it the 'right' way… It makes me feel so alone, I’m so happy that I’m not!! Even if we’re not the exact same, you understand, and that means the world to me!!

She’s smiling wide at you, her eyes creased. You can’t help but smile back.

“It’s all so hard and stupid and confusing- can you believe there’s no classes on this in the House?? None!! Well, there’s a few classes on dating advice, but that’s not… you get it.” You nod. “Hehe… Oh, I’m so relieved.”

You both just kind of sit there after that, smiling at each other like idiots. Mirabelle looks a lot less tense now. You agree with her;you’re not the same. Even so, you feel like you share a lot more in common than what you don’t. Concerning this topic, at least.

There’s still a lot that you don’t know or understand about each other, but the warmth nestled in your chest is enough for now.

Lost in thought, an idea strikes you. It’s stupid, like a lot of your ideas, but it might help? You hope it could, at least. You like it. You hope she will, too, but if not, that’s okay, of course!!

“... You said you think you’d like some of the things that couples do. What things?”

Mirabelle pauses. “Holding hands and cuddling?” You look at your hands, intertwined with hers. “Um, I mean, like!! People say that it feels different for couples. So, that kind of handholding, I think?”

“How would it be different?”

“I don’t know!! It just would be, I guess. Same with cuddling.”

You hum. “Any other things you think you’d like?”

“Maybe…” She looks off to the side, her cheeks turning a new shade. “Oh, change.. I, uh. Well.” She giggles awkwardly. “A date, maybe? They sound so fun when I hear about them. It usually sounds like just hanging out with someone, like how we do, but… You know how there’s some stuff that’s just for dating? I’d like to try that, but without the dating part.”

That’s a surprise. It must show on your face, because she doesn’t give you a chance to speak.

“I mean!! I know I can do it with my friends, and I’d love to!! But!! I don’t know… I’d like to just choose to do it, not because it’s what I’m supposed to do, but because I want to. And I'd like for it to be different from friendship, but...”

“But you don’t want to use someone for this.”

“No. I don’t want to lie to people, but I don’t think anyone would want to do this kind of stuff without me dating me.” Her shoulders tense. “I know this goes against, like! All of what I’ve said so far!! I really don't want to date anyone!! But it’s… I don’t know..!! It’s different, to me.”

You nod. Sweat runs down your back, without any thanks to the fire. “What if…” You gulp. Don’t mess this up. “What if you tried them… with… me..?”

Mirabelle’s eyes go wide, her eyebrows arch and her lips part. She just looks at you, wordlessly.

… Ah, stars, did you misinterpret what she was saying? You shouldn’t have said anything!! Stupid!! “I just, thought, maybe-” No, no, stop talking!! “Since neither of us, um!! Since I don’t know what I want, and you want to try stuff out without dating!! We could do it together?? Kinda like roleplay?? It’s stupid, we don’t have to, I just-” Shut up!!

You break eye contact, casting your gaze down. You ruined it!! You were supposed to help her, and instead you offer something so selfish..!! Stars, Change, Expressions, how could you be so stupid??

She giggles.,“Aw, Siffrin!!” You feel a hand on your shoulder. Your face must be an absolutely horrid shade right now. You cover it with your free hand. “That’s.. so sweet of you!!”

You peek at her through your fingers. “.. Huh..?”

“I’d love that!! Would you really be okay with that, though? I know you want some kind of relationship, and… I can’t give you that. It wouldn’t be real dating.”

Relief washes over you as you take a deep breath. in. She... likes the idea..? Thank stars. You thought you’d have to make a run for it. Speaking seems like an impossible task right now, but you still manage to force some words out.

“Yeah, I know. Um, I know that I’m not really honest about my feelings and stuff sometimes,” you grimace, “But I am, right now. I don’t want real dating- not right now, or with you, at least. So, I’m okay with that. If you’re okay with, uh, trying this out with me.”

“Oh, Siffrin, of course!! Thank you!!”

Within a second, Mirabelle’s arms are around you. You tense up for a moment, but you relax just as quickly, and you hug her back. She’s radiating warmth. You put your head on her shoulder, clinging onto her.

She gasps. “Change, you’re so cold!! Why didn’t you say anything??”

Um. Because she’d have been cold, if you didn’t give her your cloak? Obviously? You’re too busy soaking in her warmth to explain that, though.

“If you want to try things out with me, you have to tell me how you feel about the things, okay??” She squeezes you with a bit too much strength. “So that I know when you’re uncomfortable!! Or I won’t want to!!”

“You too.” You mumble.

“I’m not the one with a chronic case of 'won’t talk about my feelings' here.”

Mirabelle’s tone is stern, but she giggles.

Before you can protest, Mirabelle pulls away. You huff, already cold again. Her face is screwed up in… concentration? Worry? You can’t really tell.

“Siffrin… Is this really okay? You just said that you like Isabeau. I know this isn’t real dating, but I don’t want to, um. Come between you two, or anything like that.”

You don’t even have to think about your answer. “It’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” The smile returns to her face, “Please tell me if that ever changes.”

Once more, you fall into a comfortable silence. You could live through a thousand of these and cherish each and every one. You don’t know how long you sit there, just enjoying her presence.

Your startle when your cloak lands in your lap. You look at Mirabelle and see that she’s only wearing her nightgown again. “You’re as cold as ice,” she throws a stick into the fire, “And I’ll be going back to the tent soon.”

“But you’ll be cold.”

“I’ll warm up soon enough,” she chuckles, rubbing her arms for warmth.

You mumble, “Okay,” and put your cloak back on… oh, that is warmer!! You didn’t even realise how cold you were!! This must be some kind of craft.

Mirabelle stands up. Now that the fire’s burning brighter, you can see her expression clearly. She’s smiling from ear to ear. Her eyes are wet, and there’s wet trails coming down her face. Shame hits you for not noticing that she was crying. Other than that, she looks perfect as always. The sight warms your heart brighter than any fire ever could.

“I’ll be going back to sleep now, if that’s okay,” She leans down and gives one last hug, squeezing you tightly. You hum in response. “Thank you so much, Siffrin. I really, really needed this. Thank you.” She pulls back and wipes a tear from her eye.

You return her smile. “Thank you, too.”

“Goodnight, Siffrin.”

“Sweet dreams, Mira.”

… and she’s gone.

You did it. You really did it..!! She’s happy, you’re happy… In this moment, you feel nothing but relief. You got through this without relying on the script.

Did you help her as much as you could have, though..? You didn’t even address how pressured she feels to date someone… oh, no, what if you’re just pressuring her into this, like how the Change belief pressures her into dating?? You’re still telling her to change, aren’t you??

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Actually, Meghan can top a Prince - someone with millions or billions of his own money that's automatically hers to spend from Day One.

Do you think it’s too late to achieve that? She’s a bit long in the tooth, made enemies of Royalty and the A list…realistically what is left?

Meghan got close enough to Getty, even with all this terrible publicity, that his family became concerned and had to push her back out (allegedly)…so clearly she still has something going on.

But also, you’re all thinking too much with your own personal preferences.

Not everyone pays attention to the BRF. Not everyone is chronically online or even casually on social media. There legit are people out there in the world - people who also have a lot of money and huge net worths or have busy jet-setting careers - who don’t live plugged-in lives and who aren’t connected and who don’t know all this stuff about Meghan.

All Meghan has to do is find one of them and be charming enough (which we know she can do because that’s how she got here on the first place) or be emotionally manipulative (collapsing to the floor in heaving sobs) enough. Because when Meghan tries - like she actually legit tries and glams up with proper hair, proper makeup, proper clothes, proper attitude, proper behavior - she actually looks pretty good and can actually be a pretty good catch. Just because you or I or we don’t think she’s “heart attack beautiful” doesn’t mean everyone else agrees with us.

And that’s not exclusive to Meghan. There are plenty of other people - famous and not - that we each individually think are kinda mid or plain but everyone else goes gaga and nuts over with “ermagad so beautiful and sexy.”

Now Meghan does have a hill to climb because there’s so much press against her, but it’s not insurmountable. Those men are out there. Granted, they’re probably non-English speakers or they don’t live in the cultural West (aka Russian or Middle Eastern or ME-descended oligarchs) or decrepitly old and a year or two from expiring (aka the Anna Nicole Smith plan). But there may also even be men who don’t care about her past, they’re just interested for the ex-in-law-to-the-BRF aspect. Or maybe it really is true love.

But if Meghan gets a new boyfriend and leaves Harry for him, it’s pretty unlikely that he’s someone famous or someone that we’d even know or recognize. She’d want to minimize the risk of him getting scared off by the public before she has him fully dedicated to her, so he’s most likely not going to be in the Hollywood or international diplomacy crowds - which is why I’ve always held that Husband #3 will probably be someone in tech, or maybe commerce/business.

So again, just because we don’t think Meghan has any potential or prospects left doesn’t mean the whole world is on this same page. It’s all subjective in the end.

(But also if we say “nope, Meghan’s too old and ugly for a new boyfriend or Husband #3”, then what does that mean to the rest of us who are plainer than she is, who have worse skin than she does, or who are heavier than she is, or who are in her age group and also want a partner or a companion? Should we give up too? Should we just give up and shut ourselves in to be spinsters for the rest of our lives? I mean, we gotta have some hope and if the hope comes from “well, Meghan is Public Enemy #1 in Hollywood and international politics, and she’s anciently old and she’s a toxic narcissist but she can still get a boyfriend”…I think a lot of us will still take it.)

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

One more night gone 🌻

Summary: Based on the song Hello, I’m in Delaware by City & Colour. Navigating the hardships of having a rockstar boyfriend and feeling just a bit small when he's away on tour.

Pairing: Noah x Reader

TW: talks of being sad and alone.

AN: maybe someday I’ll write something longer for now this will do? Lol I might make these into a little series. I have another one of these with another song that I love that I’m working on as well. @concretejunglefm has seen my WIP list, and I hope I can get all of my ideas into something cozy and fun for yall to read.

Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

READERS POV

Watching Noah go on tour was always a bittersweet feeling for me. I loved seeing him accomplish all of his dreams and having the time of his life. I loved seeing him so happy about doing what he loved. But I also i hated that i felt so alone when he wasn’t around. Yeah I had family and friends that I could easily call to come over but it didn’t fill the void that I felt when he wasn’t at home with me.

“I will see you again” I heard through the speakers of my phone. I was currently on FaceTime with Noah, I admití that I wasn’t really paying attention to anything that he has said to me in the last 5 minutes.

My thoughts where hazy and I was feeling under the weather ever since he left for tour a week ago.

“Babe…are you okay?” I heard him ask me with a bit of concern in his voice.

“Sorry..I just.. it’s so dumb. Forget it, how everything going?” I asked trying to change the subject.

I indeed felt dumb even bringing up the subject of how I felt, I didn’t want him to feel guilty for doing what he loved.

“Y/N you do know you can tell anything..right?” Noah asked making a long pause to make sure I would answer.

“Yes I know, I just don’t wanna make it seem like the end of the world” I paused for a moment “ I miss you so much you have no idea, I just feel so little when your not around.”

I could see the apologetic look in his eyes, and it broke me even more to think that it was he might have felt a bit guilty for leaving me.

“Please don’t think that I’m saying all of these to make you feel guilty or any of that sort.” I said “I love that you get to do what you love and I’m so proud of everything you have accomplished, I just wish I was able to go with you this time around” i let out a little laugh trying to subside the little ache growing inside me.

Noah took a breath before speaking to me again.

“I know baby, I miss you too, I wish you were here with me” I could hear his voice break as I looked intently at his eyes through the screen. “I don’t want you to feel alone, 17 more days and I’ll be back home”

I didn’t want to continue on the subject because I couldn't even stand myself when I got overwhelmed with my feelings. So we continued to talk about everything else that had been going on since he left.

But in my mind 17 days felt like a lifetime, a lifetime without Noah. 17 days without getting to see his face, 17 days without waking up to him in bed. 17 days of not being able to have his intoxicating scent around me.

For now I laid in bed, I had put on one of Noah’s t shirt, which fit me like a dress, but for now is the only way I could feel close to him. It made the wait for him a little more plausible.

NOAH’S POV

It had been almost an hour since my FaceTime call with y/n and all I could think about was her sad eyes. I hated not being able to be by her side.

I know the feeling of being alone and small all too well because I too felt the same when she wasn’t around. I always had this internal battle with myself of whether I should take a step back and be more involved in our relationship.

The boy and I were currently heading to the next city on our tour. We had 17 more days to go. 17 more days till I get to see her beautiful face.

“You okay, man?” Jolly asked, a bit intrigued.

“Uhh yeah, I’m alright” I said giving him half a smile.

“Doesn’t seem like it, do you wanna talk about it?” Nicholas chimed in emerging from the bunk area of the bus.

“I'm really okay, it’s y/n” I said

“Is she okay, what’s wrong?” I heard Jolly’s voice again with a tone of concern.

“Physically nothing. Mentally she’s having a hard time being alone” I took a deep breath. “I don’t like being away from her so long”

“I get it, it's tough being far away from our loved ones, but we gotta be strong,” Nicholas says, grabbing my shoulder.

“Yeah I know, sometimes it just feels like my life is passing by, with every exit sign, with every departing flight. It’s hard with so much time apart” I paused for a moment. “Sometimes my body aches and it hurts to say”

I could see the sympathy in both of my friends faces but I appreciate it the most that they were listening to me and I could vent to them without any sort of judgement.

“…. And I wish I weren’t here tonight…only tonight I wish I could be with her. But this is my life” my voice almost breaking. ”I don’t want to sound ungrateful I love what I do, I love what we do together, but sometimes is tough on both of us not being able to experience it together”

“Don’t worry Noah we will be home soon, and hey maybe next tour she’ll come with us” Nicholas says with a smile on his face.

“Yeah I hope so, thanks guys for listening to me” I tell them both.

“We’re here for you” Jolly tells me while he stands up and heads into his bunk.

While the rest of my mates where already asleep in their respective bunks I was in the living room area of the bus. Taking all of the scenery that's passing by through the window. I saw the sign which read we were already in a new state.i decided to text y/n before I went to sleep.

Hello, I’m in Delaware. 16 more days till we’re together. I love you. ❤️

[jiyoos]

the relationship between you and the regulars at ur job….. like okay let me work a little harder for you…. you only get the Pristine lettuce…. all extra toppings and here’s an extra ranch…. oh i put a free brownie in the bag btw…. i missed you so much. where the hell have you been ? now i stand and talk to you for 20 minutes like im ur bff 😭 why

[messangerforthestars]

“We need more morally gray characters” you guys can barely handle topaz and jade.