#so Venus got this eye color from nowhere

[tainoodles]

It's another baby girl ♥

Introducing:

Isabella Fairyfloss

[atamascolily]

Walpurgis no Kaiten Trailer #2 Breakdown

Aniplex dropped a 35-second trailer with new footage from Walpurgis no Kaiten, so let's take a look and see what we got!

Homura falls backwards in a stained glass cylinder that contains a spiraling staircase (we'll see the whole thing in a later shot). Note that this is the doppelganger because of her headband, and that the glass has Homura's distinctive diamond sigil on it, among other things.

We finally get our dance scene--not a pas de deux, but a waltz! Headband!Homura spins Madoka around, leading the action, and she appears to have taken Madoka by surprise. Note that waltzes also involve going in a circle.

I've talked before about how the doppelganger appears to be courting Madoka in the first trailer and how I think a Swan Lake-style "choice" might be forthcoming, so add this to the evidence pile. Madoka's voice over, "I will go with hope," also seems to suggest a choice.

I'm not sure where this is located, but I think it might be Madoka's house? A house, anyway. There are photos on the walls and chairs.

Doppelganger Homura is down so bad, y'all. And can you blame her? Also NOTE HER EYE COLOR HERE, HER EYES ARE RED, not brown (key visual) or purple (original Homura). Eyes are the window to the soul...

(Red eyes automatically make me think "Incubator", but I'm withholding judgement on that until we get more info.)

HELLO VISUAL METAPHOR!! Okay, so first off, we have a fan spinning in a circle, a cross-quartered circle with a closed eye at the center (!!!) surrounded by taped cardboard holding together a box marked with the emblems of "fragile, handle with care". I feel like that one speaks for itself.

(What do you want to bet that that eye opens.... EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD IS SPYING ON YOU.)

Continuing the eye focus, here's a close-up on one of the Clara Dolls holding up a magnifying glass to enlarge their own eye. This is Ibari (Pride). Note the yellow flowers around the lower part of the glass and that Ibari's eyelash is similar in size and shape to the one on the box fan in the previous shot.

My guess is that the Clara Doll's role in this story is primarily as a group/decoration/background element rather than full characters in their own right (the chorus witnessing the action in a theater production, as it were), but I love how this shot turned out and would be happy to see more like this.

Doppelganger Homura (?) examines her reflection in a compact mirror. She has the headband, but her eyes are purple here, like the original. I think she's adjusting her appearance here--literally, if she can shapeshift--to match the original, especially since she's also missing the dark collar that characterized the doppelganger in the key visual. Note sure what is going on with her headband when I look more closely--it seems to stick out from one side of her head and doesn't lie flat??

The scallop shape and the "Dummee Venus" inscription are a little too on the nose in my opinion... Venus being the goddess of love and beauty who was born out of seafoam on a scallop shell. [Is there a Botticelli reference in the house? TBD!!]

I suppose this could be the original Homura here, but the context makes more sense for the doppelganger. Again, note the round/circle, and mirror imagery and focus on the eyes.

EDIT: I was wrong, "Dumme" is German for "fool", not a misspelling of the English "dummy", so this could be the original Homura after all. Although Walpurgisnacht is also a fool, so... I guess we'll see with more context, but I'm leaning towards Original Flavor Homura for now.

View of the spiral staircase from above... a circle combined with a straight line makes a spiral. Note that the surrounding glass has Walpurgisnacht's signature motif of "peacock tails", suggesting a connection between the doppelganger Homura and Walpurgisnacht, and that Walpurgisnacht herself appears as a circle on radar.

The staircase abruptly cutting off and going nowhere also seems like a metaphor, huh.

Balloons going free, compare to a similar shot in Rebellion where they are trapped in a glass dome where Kyouko and Homura have lunch (more on this in a bit). Boundaries and prisons are breaking down, magical girls/witches cannot be contained any longer.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Devil Homura is torn down and overthrown. Interesting that one stocking is red-striped (or is that a ribbon wrapped around her from someone else) and the other is pure white--but with a black bow around the ankle.

Madoka enjoys a nice date with...??

(Note: this shot is in a different place from the one that immediately follows; I believe the two are deliberately juxtaposed to be misleading. More on this in a bit.)

God, I love this shot. Half a glass (glass half full, even) with their surroundings in miniature, and the glass is cracked and held together by threads of gold (kintsugi). The ring makes her a magical girl, the outfit is a Mitakihara middle school uniform, and her hair is green, so this is someone new.

also the diamond-shaped placemats juxtaposed with the circular saucer.

Hi, new character!! I have so many questions, but it looks like they really are in a teacup, or at least a different teacup--the old glass dome from Rebellion (or someplace similar) is full of trees and also flooded and now home to water lilies and lily pads.

Nagisa is spending quality time in the ball pit (insert DashCon meme here). And so is this new girl... my guess is human!Charlotte, but I don't have any evidence about that besides vibes and the way these two shots mirror each other.

I love this shot so much! Not sure what's going on, but there's Sayaka in her magical girl costume at the bottom.

Based on the similar backgrounds in these two shots, Madoka is either having tea with Mami or tea with someone else in the same space. Cake and dessert and birthday themes, a la Charlotte's labyrinth.

Feather pillows exploding on a modernist couch.

Kyouko on a pillar/table eating a piece of cake. Cranes and cityscape in the background at night.

Runes and the pages of a book. Witches coming out of a book? Or... something else? (see below)

Flash shot of Sayaka bandaged in a theater.

And here's Kyubey! On the shoulder of the pigtailed girl last seen with Nagisa, wearing the dark collar of the evil!/mirrorverse Mitakihara Middle School like the doppelganger in the key visual. Her eyes are hidden by her bangs and she's smiling. Piloe of books/records (alternate universes, if Magia Record imagery is anything to go by).

Whatever's happening, Kyubey is so in on it, lol.

The salamander representing Homura's dark orb (powers) is stabbed with some kind of metal, near a tea cup, causing it to disappear and explode. It then transforms into a shackle. That's probably not good.

(Whose arm, though? Homura is the most likely suspect, but we'll see.)

White feathers ascending to heaven, a circular vortex made of clouds and shining light, spinning, spiraling...

One of which is a mixture of black and white. This feels very significant, given my earlier predictions about "confronting one's opposite" and "people are neither nor good nor bad but a mix a both" being major themes.

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have more thoughts later, but that's my quick off-the-cuff reactions for now!

[violetsandfluff]

No Control, But Plenty Of Muffins

a/n: i’m very sorry for neglecting this ask since april. i hope you’re still around to enjoy this!! i love how it turned out (:

a/n 2.0: i forgot to schedule this for last week so happy 1d day and no more hslot day!!

contains: fluuuffffffff

wc: roughly 500

Harry’s brow furrowed with displeasure at the blinding stream of sunlight that poured into the bedroom. He could hardly open his eyes, much less stumble to the window to cinch the curtains shut in agony. He pawed around the bed blindly with the hand that wasn’t clasped desperately over his eyes and Y/N was nowhere to be found.

Throwing off the covers, he stumbled to the open door and emerged into a significantly darker hallway, where he stayed for a moment until his eyes adjusted. While he stood there, against the wall covered in a Polaroid collage of his and Y/N’s relationship, he became aware of vague voices and a rhythmic thumping.

What could Y/N possibly be doing at the crack of dawn on the Saturday morning he returned from tour?

Warily, he padded to the top of the stairs, bunching his robe around his waist as he craned an ear to listen. What he heard couldn’t help but bring a foolish smile to his face.

“Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun. I can’t contain this anymore. I’m all yours, I’ve got no control, no control.”

He crept contentedly down the stairs as he was met by the sweet scent wafting out of the kitchen, which Y/N was bustling around like a happy bee. She was so engrossed in her music and baking that she failed to register her half-asleep boyfriend’s footsteps making their way around the island to greet her.

Tin of freshly-baked muffins in hand, she jumped slightly as his arms enveloped her waist, cradling her against his chest as he buried a kiss in her hair.

“What’re you doin’ up so early?” he poked in a low, slightly raspy morning voice. “I didn’t even get a ‘good morning’?”

���Shoo, Harry!” she huffed, setting the muffin tin on the counter with a metallic clang. “Of course this is the one morning you wake up early.”

“Y’ made muffins,” he observed bluntly, yawning as he shuffled his feet closer to the steaming pastries.

“Thanks, captain obvious,” she sighed in amusement as she watched him reach out to grab a muffin and retract his hand when it burned the tips of his fingers.

“Patience, rockstar,” she chided with a twinkle in her eye.

Letting go of his robe, Harry scooped her up in his strong but tired arms and carried her to the couch, sitting down carefully with her in his lap.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your collarbone between delicate kisses to your neck. “You wouldn’t even believe how much.”

“While you were out, annihilating venue after venue, night after night, I was watching from the virtual sidelines, cheering you on all the way.”

“I couldn’t do it without you, y/n. Seriously.”

“Awww, Harry’s being soft,” you cooed endearingly against his chest.

“You give me motivation and inspiration and determination and all of the other -ations in the English language. I love you for that.” Feeling stupidly sappy, he changed the subject. “‘S the coffee done?”

“It’s good enough,” she replied, gesturing broadly to the coffee maker on the counter, feeling color rush to your cheeks. “I already set out your favorite mug out.”

“Thank you s’much, love.” He smiled down at the countertop, genuinely touched, the sun lighting up his side profile and filling his dimple. “I’ve missed our mornings together.”

“So have I,” she admitted more than readily, filling the silence as the next song began playing. “I enjoy the half-asleep Harry who lets me baby him.”

Her boyfriend reached out his arm and pulled her into a warm embrace complete with his signature robe. With his face buried in her hair, he managed, “There’s just something about mornings. They’re almost more intimate.”

“More intimate than nights?”

A smile spread subconsciously over his face before he could prevent it. He placed his hands delicately on his cheeks to hide the blush spreading across them.

“There’s just something more intimate,” he repeated with a chuckle.

“Get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead,” y/n’s phone played, and she couldn’t help but sing along. “I don’t, I don’t, don’t know what it is, but I need that one thing.”

Harry joined. “And you’ve got that one thing.”

~~

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[vivicanyounot]

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else! ^-^;" "..."

Amy Rose just did the biggest mistake of her life. She ran and hugged some other hedgehog AGAIN! And this one was not what she was expecting.

The last time was a white hedgehog minding their business drinking apple juice at some park and now THIS? This is just utterly embarrassing!

Here she was, gone and hugged a hedgehog drinking coffee quietly on a corner and she didn't expect them to be so into their writing-- She done bumped on his work with ink spilling everywhere. Before realizing her mistake, she noticed how soft this one's fur is.

"This one's really soft!---------------I, wait a minute..."

'Sonic's more of a fluffy kind rather than a soft one.' she thought.

She let go of this hedgehog and adjusted her eyesight to the bright light cascading on the window. This one's fur is BLACK, not blue at all! How could she have missed this?! She really needs to get her eyes checked.

This figure turned their head behind revealing ruby-colored eyes.

"I-I didn't know you were writing! I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else!" Amy worriedly joked hoping that this hedgehog would sympathize at her. She couldn't help but feel like this hedgehog was someone familiar to her.

"..." Eyes continued to stare. Then to his book. Then back to her again. There was a pause and an incalculable look bared on his face before proceeding to glare this time.

"Now what are you going to do with all of this mess?" he croaks slowly, careful with his words. He points to his book utterly disappointed.

"I-I didn't mean to bump on what you were writing. I hope to make it up to you." Amy said begrudgingly at the last part. She doesn't want to waste time today since she needs to find Sonic as soon as possible. HE has an upcoming tournament and he's seen nowhere at all from the venue! Where could he possible be?---

"Make it up to me, you say?" the stranger asks. He puts his pen down and taps his fingers on the table. Amy gulped, nervously sweating from this hedgehog's threatening aura. Yet still, she wouldn't feel much harm from him at all. She just knows that he wouldn't hurt her weirdly enough.

"It'd be nice if I had a ghost writer. *I* dictate about the contents." He flips his book, almost covered with so much ink stains.

"YOU write on it." He points to Amy then to his book. She has no idea on how to write.

'How on earth am I going to write. Much less have the time to be working with you?!' she thought. She had her hands ravaging her hair. And suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue figure from the window. And they're ordering from a hotdog stand. Could it be?

"You're probably thinking how this is going to be arranged? Don't worry I've got you covered." He whips out his used napkin on the table and hands Amy his pen. Amy holds his fountain pen but she was distracted. She got other things to worry about like that blue hedgehog from afar already eating his 10 chilidogs. She is determined.

"Just write your number here." He taps on the napkin. Amy didn't think twice about anything she just wanted to get out and give that blue hedgehog an earful of her nagging. She wrote on his napkin quick and easy.

"Yeah yeah, we'll talk about this later. Bye!" She turned around ready to leave until her arm got caught by the stranger. Her emerald-colored eyes focused solely on him. His eyes staring back with a level focus.

"Expect a call from me, Rose." He hoarsed then removes his hand from her arm. Amy saw the blue figure blur past their cafe. She holds her wrist hurt from his handling then consequently left with an irritated look. She still feel his eyes boring into her back.

"What a weirdo." She whispered running out of the cafe.

'And h-he knew my name! Did he also ASK for my number just now?'

How is the world coming into for Amy Rose?

a/n: i just made this story now to support the drawing. should i do a comic of it now too? let me know!!! and maybe you guys wanna continue this story...?

[silent-raven13]

Stay in my arms

Miles giggles seeing his boyfriend playing Whitney Huston as he sways to the song, "'Cause I'll never change..." This time Hobie looking at his boyfriend turning pink then all the other colors. "All my colors for you!"

"Hobie..." His boyfriend giggling, again. "You really love Whitney, huh?" Going up to him, as they listen to the song.

"She's bloody talented." Hobie hold his hand out as he dances to the music, "Awe, luv. This part!"

"Don't make me close one more door!" Hobie sang along with his own twist, but he slowly changes having an R&B tone. "I don't wanna hurt anymore. Stay in my arms if you dare!" He wrap his arms around his Sunflower's waist as they slow dance to the music.

Miles giggles, "Your so good at singing. I think you would've been very popular as an R&B singer, bae."

"You see through right to the heart of me,"

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked as he sways his body very slowly to the music.

"You break down my walls with the strength of your love, mm."

"Yeah." Honey-brown eyes meeting inky dark eyes, Miles letting out a small smile. "I love you, Hobie."

"I love you, too." He let his boyfriend wrap his arms around his neck, they pressed their foreheads together. "Should this be our wedding dance?"

"Mmm," Miles thought for the moment, "I dunno. She has other great songs and my Uncle Aaron got an amazing R&B collection.."

"I won't hold it back again!"

"He does. It's just this song touches me." Hobie softly whispered, "Your my everything, Sunflower." This time they held their hands as they slow dances together. Their engagement rings sparkling in the living room lights. "No second thoughts before we book the venue?"

"This passion inside, I can't run from myself...."

"Hobie, we been together for thirteen years." Miles smiles widely, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He gave his fiancee a kiss on the lips.

"There's nowhere to hide..."

"Oh my favorite part is coming, love." Hobie pulls away to sing to his Sunflower, "Your love I'll remember forever!"

Miles smiles at his partner, they been together for this long. He loves him even more. Especially when he sings to him.

"Stay in my arms if you dare," His fiancee hugs him, "Or must I imagine you there!"

"Don't walk away from me!" Hobie being more emotional to the song as he sings, "No, don't walk away from me!"

Miles twirls around as their bodies pressed together. Hobie continues to sing to him, "Don't you dare walk away from me! I have nothing, nothing, nothing!"

"Whoa! Go baby!" He cheers his punker on.

"If I don't have you!" Hobie added his own pitches, then dip his fiancee.

"WHOO! Hobie!" His Sunflower squeals at his sudden movement.

Hobie chuckles before he kisses his fiancee before pulling away, "We have six months left till you're my husband."

"Hehehe, six months and five days left, bae. Till your Mr. Morales." Miles smiles at his partner. "Excited?"

"Very!" The two kisses again as their engagement rings continues to sparkle.

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch.10: "blue hour"

notes. narration ahead, song used: Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola, original video: LESSERAFIM Yunjin's Raise y_our glass @ Weverse Festival 2023 (video is used for setting building — edited by me), kind of messy T_T

[December 18, 2022 — 8:50 PM 📍Teyvat Uni]

It was nearing 9:00 PM and you were still nowhere to be seen within the stage's area and Kunikuzushi was getting worried. It was currently 8:51, 9 minutes to nine o' clock. He was about to turn to Ajax if he's seen you anywhere as he pulled out his phone but the second he was about to, the stage lights dimmed, turning into a pink color. There were quite a few conversations of excitement up front with those close to the stage.

An electric guitar chord strummed into the speakers of the venue to reveal a familiar face, and Kunikuzushi swears he would've dropped his phone in shock.

It was you, wearing an outfit completely different to the one you had on earlier. This time, it was white with a few hints of pink to match the dreamy theme of the event. He saw how much confidence you had on stage and even he could smile as you did the same, only you were looking at the sea of people watching you perform.

—

"What do you want to do before..." Kuni trails off as he softly munches on the dinner you were eating after getting discharged, feeling that the topic might be a tad bit too morbid for a meal.

You ponder for a while, "Before I die?" you chuckle. "A lot of things. Maybe perform live in front of a big audience, I never got to do that before."

"Huh.." Kuni hums at your response. Perhaps it was fitting. That time, he never saw your passion for music in real time—he felt curious to say the least.

Now that opportunity has presented itself in front of him, in front of hundreds of fairgoers just like him.

The man's face tugs into an admiring grin at how you skillfully drag your hands over the strings of the guitar when you sing in such an alluring tone. Kuni's heart is full of pride, so full of admiration as you achieve one of the goals you had trusted him to hear that one day. He burns the memory into his head.

—

You don't know if the people in the audience could sense it, but you knew your voice carried an emotion buried deep. Underneath all the dreamy and breezy mood of the song was a feeling of attachment. As if you didn't want this moment of finally achieving something you were dreaming of to disappear into the back of your mind. Compare it to the feeling of hanging by the edge of a cliff, with only a hand to stop you from falling off—to stop you from letting go.

The euphoria of performing seeped into the lyrics, as if it was the one thing that helped your audience enjoy your performance even just by a little bit. Couples were holding hands as they looked into their partner's eyes as if they were the only thing that mattered, friends were singing along together as if your song was a ribbon that tied them together. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. You were jealous that you weren't goint to be able to experience the same by the time 10 months have passed.

The least you could do was make this performance memorable for the people here.

If you weren't able to experience that memory in the future, perhaps you would be honored to create that memory for others instead.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

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[rabbitenn]

Hi! I've been watching i7 for a long time now and re-pick up the series recently and now I saw your blog and I must say I absolutely love them!

If it's not a hassle, can I request for Tenn x idol!reader who lies on and off stage, acting as if they're cold and harsh to everyone but when they're with him their persona just come off? Even when people around they just gets all open and loving towards him, showing him a side no one else expected to see

I don't know if this is a good request but I hope you're okay with it! Please take your time and thank you for your hardworks!

OH, YOU’RE COLD AS ICE, BABY.

Flowers bloomed beneath the frigid layers of unforgiving snow.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

Thank you so much for your kind words and your request, lovely anony ! I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a scneario for this one, so I went with the latter. I hope you it meets your expectations, and sorry it took me so long to get to it.

Another one of your flawless performances comes to a close.

Ice blue lights shine upon you, as the crowd fills with applause.

You knew better than to smile.

After all, all of this clamor, all of this fame, was not earned by your charisma.

Oh, no, you had made sure of that.

With a steely stare and pursed lips, you were here for business.

Of course, you loved to sing and to dance. However, years of endless training had made sure any semblance of a sincere smile seemed fabricated.

Your performances were a perfect snowflake, with pointed tips beneath the endless lights and color. You offered the audience unforgettable sights.

And you knew too well that’s why you single handedly managed to fill venue after venue.

No selfies were exchanged afterwards, and no autographs were ever handed for free.

Cold, distant.

Those were the terms used to describe the prodigy idol that had risen to the top.

You.

A beautiful mirage, a blizzard that came out of nowhere.

You were aware of the reception you had, social media and the whispers of fans ended up reaching you sooner than later.

And yet, you kept up with the haughty and unreachable persona.

You had always acted that way, after all.

Even if they are long gone now, the days at school in which you spent recess time alone, with a book in hand, still linger in your memory.

You share the same piercing stare as the kid you were back then.

It is safer like this, walls were built to keep cities safe, right?

However, there is a certain someone that always managed to melt the dewy icicles clinging to you like iridescent stardust.

It is as if blue skies extended forever over the upwards curve gracing your lips the moment you see him.

“Tenn-Tenn!” You call him, as you leave the practise room, your face lit up by an unadulterated grin.

Your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, as he leans away from the wall, lashes fluttering closed in a flurry of moonlit dawns.

When you throw your arms around him, he’s ready to catch you.

Your bag clatters to the ground, not caring about your belongings in the slightest when your beloved’s warmth surrounds you so gently.

You squeeze Tenn a little tighter, your cheeks warm as you nuzzle your face against the soft fabric of his woolen coat, his beige scarf tickling you.

“Someone is affectionate today.” He smiles, hands coming to cup your cheeks as he leaves a quick kiss to your forehead.

His sweet gesture makes you giggle.

No matter how many cheers you got on stage, nothing could ever come close to comparing to the sheer joy you felt by Tenn’s side.

Your fingers lace with his, linking your pinky with his.

“I missed you.” You pout, looking up at him with big innocent eyes.

The idol’s own gaze softens; you were so sweet like this, the spark of northern lights coloring you in shades of rainbow and spring.

“I’m here now, though, my love.” He tells you, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know.” You sigh, a lovestruck smile playing on your features.

With unparalleled softness, your lips brush against his, the vibrant shades of lipstick you wore on stage replaced by the sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick.

“Can we…” You begin, voice barely above a tender whisper. “Go home and cuddle, please?” You inquire, your hands leaning over the angelic idol’s heart.

His arms loop around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, if that was possible.

His head leans on top of yours, as he lets out a soft laugh.

“You’re adorable, my [Y/n].” He says, picking up your bag, as you swing your laced hands between you two.

Little did you know, your manager had been witnessing your lovely display of affection, doing a double take when they were hit with waves of a temperate breeze instead of your usual glacial gales.

Perhaps they had worked for too long today and were seeing things.

Best to call it a day too.

[muiltifandomnerd]

Adventures of Chika Hanabusa: The Restoration of Earth

Disclaimer: This book follows the events of Percy Jackson and Heros of Olympus fanfic, this fanfic will not include Trails of Apollo, The Kane Chronicles, and Magnus Chase.

Chapter 20: New Faces

Hyun PoV

As Alabaster, Ryan, and I walk inside the portal, we are suddenly in front of the gate and you can see the label at the top that says Spiti, which is Greek for home in black paint. The gate opens slowly and the three of us walk in. There is a woman in front of us, and she is wearing an ancient toga that is color blue. She has the same green eyes as Ryan, and she casts a welcoming smile. Her hair is in a braid to the side of her shoulders.

"Nice to meet you, Hyun Mun, I am Rhea. The Titaness of Comfort and Motherhood." She says in a serene tone, Holy shit I'm standing in front of Olympian's mom. You know, she kind of dresses very basic for someone who is the Queen of the Titans. I quickly bowed in front of her, but Rhea just laughed.

"No need to bow demigod, I'm no longer queen of the cosmos." She holds her hand up to me and I take it. Dang, she's stronger than she looks. She could work in the WWE and beat John Cena in a fight. I may not be gay, but dang she’s a hot momma with her smile, her big breasts, her toned arms hiding in the toga. The gods got their beauty from her. She leads around the settlement, which is full of one-story houses with different colors and symbols from one another. We walk further into the area and there is a girl that is coming to us. She has a grey sweater and blue skinny jeans with some dirt stains. Her eyes are light blue with some green tints, she has short brown hair, and she’s wearing a carefree smile.

“Heyo, my name is Camira Sealgait, and I’m a daughter of the Titan of Air and Hunting named Lelantos. A pleasure to meet ya” She says in a thick Irish accent and she holds her hand in a handshake. I look at both Rhea and Ryan and they nod for me to take the handshake.

"My name is Hyun Mun, I'm a Roman demigod and my godly parent is Trivia, but I'm also a legacy of Venus." Camira took my hand and shook it wildly and my whole body shook up and down. The girl is strong, she could have broken my hand easily.

“Anyway, Hyun there are more of us. They just not here now, well except one." Camira bows before Rhea and she makes a cheeky smile to Ryan.

“Oh Ryan, can I show her my archer skills real quick." Ryan made a hand gesture like he was letting Camira take the stage. Suddenly a bow and a quiver of arrows appear out of nowhere around Camira's body. Ok, that can be useful, since monsters are very fast and you need to use your weapons quickly. Camira stands in front of us and aims her bow in front of the tree. She shot the arrow and suddenly the arrow hit the branch of the tree and the branch hit the floor. This girl has so good archery skills, and could even be better than the children of Apollo.

“Dear please don’t cause a lot of destruction, Ryan you take Hyun around while I will regrow the branch quickly." Rhea sighed and the tree regrowed another branch while Camira did a nervous laughter and rubbed the back of her head. Ryan and Alabaster took me to the woody part of the settlement and as we went further in the woods, we saw a small lake and a Japanese boy moving his hands and the water following his hand movements. It was a pretty sight to see the lake dance to his tune.

“This is Kaito Hanabusa and he’s the son of Tethys, the titaness of Fresh Water.” Kaito stops and he look at me. He has similar facial features to Chika except he is more masculine. His eyes are ocean blue, and he has similar black hair to Chika.

“Wait are you Chika’s cousin?” I asked Kaito and looked shocked.

“How do you know my cousin?” Kaito got off the lake and his clothes were still dry despite Kaito being at the lake. He wears a  blue tank top with yellow basketball shorts.

“I did a quest with her?” Kaito stares at me with uncertainty showing in his face.

“How is she? I hope she’s doing well” Kaito says as if he worries about her.

“She’s fine, she is a strong fighter.” Kaito did a smug smile while he crossed his arm.

“Yeah, she is."  I think I might like it here. It seems very spacey and comfortable compared to Camp Jupiter. I hope Ben will make it here.

"Hey Ryan, I have a quick favor to ask," I say in uncertainty, I'm not sure if the guy can bring Ben but I have to try.

“Let me guess, you want us to bring Ben Sinclair and his mom here. It has already been done.”

“How did you know that is what I’m about to ask.” What is Ryan? a telepath?

“This guy told me.” Ryan points to Alabaster and Alabaster looks away.

"I only did it because Ben is the only one who can make you behave. It's not like I care about your happiness." Alabaster's face is a bit mad with rage. I never thought Alabaster had a heart. I guess this asshole did the right thing. Kaito looks bored and decides to move back to the lake.

Ryan leads Alabaster and me away from the lake and he walks back to the house area. Rhea softly reprimands Camira and Camira looks on sheepishly. Lord, I do not want to imagine what Rhea will be like if she's pissed.

“Ryan dear it seems like another recruit has come." Suddenly the same portal that took me here reappears in front of us. Two people came out of the portal. Omg….It's Ben. He wears a Minecraft t-shirt and jeans. He combs his brown hair to the sides, and he runs up to me, and carries me in a warm embrace. The 2nd person was Ben's mom, who still wears her doctor's coat and has tied her blonde hair in a ponytail. Her blue eyes show warmness as Ben and I hug each other.

“Ahh, young love.”Mrs. Sinclair chuckles warmly. I almost forgot I got out of Ben's embrace took out my pouch, and handed Ben the pink portion.

“You think that this can work Hyun.”

“It has to, I sacrificed so much to get to this point. This is it, we can end this stupid curse once and for all.” I said confidently, this portion is our only hope of fixing this werewolf business.

“I trust you.” Ben drinks the portion, and his body shakes violently. Ben's mom held Ben to her chest meanwhile Ryan ran to Ben's side and held Ben’s hand.

"At ease Ben, everybody waiting for you," Ryan says in a soft-spoken voice Ben's body stops shaking and he falls asleep while his mom holds him close.

“He will be fine Mrs. Sinclair, he just needs to rest now. I'm guessing you are going to watch over him now." Ryan looked at me and I nodded.

“You don’t need to guess; I know I will.” Ryan leads Alabaster, Miss Sinclair, and me to what I believe is the infirmary. This is it, it's all over. The curse has ruined both our lives, and we are finally free of it. I have put up with the Titan's Army bullshit for far too long to get to this point. I have hurt, killed, and betrayed others all for the sake of curing Ben. He will no longer be a werewolf and we can finally have a normal life away from New Rome and the Titan War. This is the first time when I'm genuinely happy, I've finally won. Ryan is carrying Ben throughout the whole walk; He looks so peaceful now away from the burden of being a werewolf.

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 1

Ito: (……Ah.)

The usual station front was crowded with people waiting for their someone. Among them, a man holding “something” with great care suddenly caught my eyes.

Ito: ………

Mao: Ito.

Ito: !

Mao: You’re already outside, I see. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ito: It’s okay. I was actually looking around and just came out.

Mao: What about Mika-sis and the rest?

Ito: I just got a message saying “two more stations,” so maybe they’re almost here... Oh. Maybe it's that train.

Mao: Can you ask them to meet us here?

Ito: That's what we're talking about now.

So, which of the three nail colors did you choose?

Mao: I was pretty satisfied after trying them out, so I bought all of them.

Ito: What a nice shopping trip.

Mao: That reminds me, did you see something before I called out to you?

Ito: Ah. Someone was standing there... Oh, I guess he’s gone now.

He’s holding a big bouquet of flowers, and that really stood out.

Mao: A bouquet? Seeing you making that face, I thought it was something weirder.

Ito: …….

Umm. Sorry if this comes out of nowhere.

Mao: Yeah?

Ito: Mao-san.….

“An interesting and profitable flower shop.” What kind of flower shop do you think it is?

Mao: ……Is that a riddle?

Yuzuru: .….With that said, I have completed the reservation for the venue we wanted yesterday.

The next event will be held as scheduled.

I would like us to start preparing from today on while focusing on our assigned role. Looking forward to working with you.

Ito: Same here.

After bowing slightly to Kise-san who was sitting next to me, I returned my focus to the laptop on my lap.

Ito: (When we started working on this project, I thought it was still a long way off. Things unfolded tenfold faster than I expected...)

The cafe's special business day, held irregularly. A one-day event where you can enjoy activities, experiences, and limited menus based on a specific concept. Of course, it’s nothing foreign to rent a venue just for a certain event. That’s just how particular we should be in order to create a desired space. The staff would get all dressed up in appropriate attire for the occasion, a very popular “Dress Up Event.” Due to a series of circumstances, it's been several months since the last time it was held.  For me, this is a first for two reasons.

Ito: (The last event was held before I joined, so this is my first time participating and preparing.)

(Also….)

Ai: The issue of bringing in the leased equipment the day before has been resolved, I assume?

Yuzuru: Yes. Since there's nothing we can do about it, I was considering changing the venue.

Riku-san happened to be free, so he went with me to directly negotiate.

Since this is Yashiro-san's precious “first project” she said she would like to cooperate to the best of her ability to materialize it as precisely as possible.

Ai: Realize something as planned, huh….

At the moment, there aren't enough of those things you want to materialize.

Ito: …………I'm very sorry for the inconvenience.

Yuzuru: No, don’t say that.

The concept I proposed this time was “Florist.” The visual aspect is inspired by overseas flower shops. The guests can enjoy a little fortune-telling and dishes with edible flowers. After reading through the proposal, Kosaka-san’s first comment was “For better or worse, it's a passing mark.”

Ito: (According to Kise-san and Riku-san, if I was given “GO” for the costumes and venue preparations = the project has no problem.")

(Even in the worst case scenario, there should be no problem with holding the event...)

"Adding to the 'interesting' aspect of this event to make it profitable”. I was instructed to work on that in parallel with my preparations. Obviously, I still haven't found it.

Yuzuru: Rather than thinking about going from 0 to 10, it's surprisingly difficult to think of what 1 you can add to a completed 9.

For now, let's just share ideas casually with “maybe this could work” in mind….

---Clack!

Roka: Ta-daaaaa!!!

Ito: !?

Yuzuru: Woah. Roka-san?

Ai: ……….

The person who came into the office while making the sound effect upon his arrival was Roka-san, who had finally made an appearance for the first time in a few days.

Ito: (This is the first time I've seen someone come in saying “ta-daaa”...)

Roka: Fufu, the surprise was a great success! Even AiAi was so surprised he couldn't speak.

Ai: More like I couldn’t care less. Do you remember how many times I have to tell you, who has done nothing but leave without notice and arrives late, to at least be quiet while entering?

Roka: As I always say, I’m not the president reporting for work, I’m the owner.

Because I'm such a friendly person, I have to casually show off something worthy of an owner in a place like this.

Ai: Do not show off what you don't have.

Roka: AiAi is harsh again today!

Hnggnnnhh... It's been five days and two hours. Is everyone the same? Rare-kun, what’s up~☆

Rare: What’s up! Food?

Roka: Oh yeah, I'm glad you're doing well. I'll give you some treats to commemorate our reunion. Here.

Rare: Munch.

Roka: Awch!! Rare-kun, the snack is not in my finger! Bad boy!

Yuzuru: I'm glad to see that Roka-san is still doing well.

Roka: As you can see, I’m doing awesome! Anyway, what have you guys been doing together? Gossiping about love?

Ai: If you're going to mess around, leave.

Roka: Relax, I’m just kidding. You were having a meeting, right? That much I know.

Yuzuru: We were just about to discuss the next dress-up event. 

Roka: Hmm?

Kise-san gave a brief explanation and Roka-san listened while nodding along. Just when I saw him folding his arms and looking down, he suddenly looked up after a few seconds.

Roka: In that case!

How about opening a flower shop, like literally?

Ito: Are we really going to open a flower shop?

Roka: I'll call it...

“Send flowers to your loved ones ☆ Florist Cafe”!

Chapter 2 >>

[d3adbutstillpr3tty]

hi, i (unfortunately) stumbled into the larry-sphere very recently w it going viral again after liam passed. i just found ur blog and you seem very level headed!! i agree that it seems more likely than not that l and h were never ‘together’ (even though there are some - nowhere near as many as people parade around, but still some - interactions between them that i side eye). there are two things that confuse me though post-2015 - 

(1) louis’ 2017 video for miss you (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inZzcTXYowY), which includes noticeable inverted pink triangles (which in and of themselves have nothing to do with any hypothetical queer relationship, but they are queer symbols - and they don't just show up once, they're part of the closing shot) and a weird scribbled name at the end which reads like ‘steve’ but the ‘ev’ IS just unclear enough to look like it could be ‘style’ instead

(2) his 2020 video for walls, which parallels and syncs imagery (of him in a moving crowd of people) with harry’s 2019 video for lights up (this is from a larrie’s acc https://bluewinnerangel.tumblr.com/post/645465160750923776/tldr-louis-lined-up-walls-to-lights-up-watch and you can cross check with both vids). despite the similarities, if it was a shot that came up once i wouldn't question it, but given the fact that it appears consistently at the same/a second off timestamps as LU (and given it was released only a couple of months after LU) makes me sure it was deliberate. (i will say if it is referencing a relationship with harry it doesn't seem to be saying very positive things)

what his intentions were with both things are obv up to interpretation but i can’t write them off as coincidences. i was wondering what you made of them? to me it’s not implausible that louis was somehow throwing larries a bone (i don’t think he’s unaware that they make up a large part of his fanbase), but that does confuse me given all of his very vocal denials (though i'm sure he's also aware that larries have always just dismissed them). sorry for the wall of text!!!

hi, anon! i’m sry u got sucked into the nonsense lmao!! i fear that ur not going to like my answers, but here goes lol ..

1. as for the miss you video i think they simply chose a cool venue w/ a bunch of different neon signs & there just so happened to be pink triangles. i do not think that’s a very recognizable queer symbol to the gp/straight ppl. so they wld think nothing of it being there. maybe the bar had it there deliberately, maybe louis had it in the video deliberately, but as u said he cld just be hinting at his own sexuality, nothing to do w/ larry. & to me that’s a pretty clear “steve.” the V & 2nd E are very clear so i don’t think it means anything.

2. i’m sry but i rlly don’t think the videos match up as much as op is implying. yes, the shot of harry in a crowd of ppl is of course similar to louis in a crowd of ppl. & maybe the solo laying down shots. but they’re both portraying a similar emotion & they’re far from the first ppl to use that visual concept. & op said they cut out parts where there were no similarities. so to me this is just larrie cherry picking. confirmation bias is real & can easily be applied to situations like this. it’s very easy to find similarities or “clues” or “secret messages” when ur deliberately trying to connect 2 things or 2 ppl.

i personally don’t see any of this as louis “throwing larries a bone.” he has essentially been begging them to leave him alone for years. i know chalking things up to coincidence isn’t very satisfying, but sometimes that’s all it is. do u know how many things louis wld have to avoid doing/saying/wearing so as to not trigger the conspiracies? it wld be impossible to live normally. hell larries have INVERTED the colors on pics of h/l to make the blue/green theory work. shld louis make sure none of his clothes are blue or green even when inverted? at the end of the day harry’s still gna show up w/ a new gf & louis is still going to be a father who says he’s straight, ya know?

sry if these weren’t the answers ur looking for lol!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

[deltaq]

Bang Chan - Wedding Tears. Angst

plot: Chan’s the love of your life, and you're his, so imagine how you both feel when you’re not the one walking to him down the aisle.

a/n: It’s been literal years since i’ve written angst, i hope im still decent at it omfg

anyways, i haven’t been able to get this plot out of my head, so i figured why not come back here to share it w yall <3 

maybe if this gets decent interaction i will open requests? idk i wanna get back into writing bc my engineering studies are making me miserable lmao, anywayssss

also I read through this once to make edits but i need to sleepppppppp so im sorry if there’s any mistakes <3

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CHAN couldn’t seem to stop staring at himself in the mirror. Today was the day. Arguably the biggest day of anyone’s life. He should be happy. Well no, happy isn't even close to a strong enough emotion he should be feeling. It was his damn wedding day, hell he should be ecstatic. So why couldn’t he tear his gaze away from his own reflection in the mirror? It was as if he was arguing with himself through his own eyes. His heart was reflecting through his eyes in that mirror, begging him to be honest with himself. He tried to fight it as tears threatened to begin forming in his eyes. He knew what the tears were from. And as if it was perfect timing, the reason for those tears appeared almost out of nowhere behind his reflection in the mirror.

“Hi Chan,” you say slightly above a whisper, not wanting to startle him.

Despite not wanting to startle him, it didn’t seem to work as he jumped and whipped around from the mirror. He blinked away the tears in a heartbeat, unable to breathe for a second at your presence.

“Y/N... you came...” he almost sounded in disbelief.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I got the invite and...I had to congratulate you. Both of you.” You say, your voice getting quieter towards that last part.

For a moment, you both just stood there, staring at each other. Both having so much to say. So much to apologize for to one another. The last things you guys said to each other was filled with so much hate, so much anger, so much lies. You both didn’t even mean what you were saying, just saying it to hurt the other. That was until you had enough and walked out.

You broke the silence,” This venue is gorgeous...along with the colors. Did you guys hire a wedding planner? Or did she do all this herself?” You inquired about his soon-to-be wedding planner wife.

What Chan said next took you by surprise.

“This should be our wedding.” 

You weren’t sure you heard him right. It said it so quietly, as though you read it from his mind, let alone heard it from his mouth.

You did your best to give a consoling smile, but could only offer a weak, sorrow filled smile.

You couldn’t help but confess,“I always thought we would end up together. Even after everything we said to each other that night, I thought we’d be back together within a week. But you never called. And I was too stubborn to text. Then I saw the article. The one of you and her. I didn’t even care what the article said, I still wasn’t worried. I knew we were both feeling the same way. ‘That’s my chan, he’ll be home soon.’ was all I could think about when I read the article. Then the invite came in the mail. I think that was when it really hit me. You weren’t ‘my chan’ anymore. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still a bit delusional. I mean, it took what, half a year to get over our 3 year relationship enough to want to commit to someone new for the rest of your life? No way. But the invite was right there. The disbelief turned to anger. How could you? And that anger turned to myself. How could I? How could I have been so delusional to have been waiting for you, while you were only going further in your life, moving on. You were only moving on with your life, so why did I have any right to be upset at you for that?”

By now, tears were streaming from both yours and Chan’s face. Tears of sorrow, regret, remorse.

From your confession came Chan’s confession, “I couldn’t be around you. Not after all the horrible things I said to you. I knew if I would have called to apologize, you would have accepted it. We would have been back together within a week. But I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t go back to loving you without drowning in guilt for what I said that night. Anytime I thought of you, thought of calling you, or even texting you, all I could see was the hurt in your eyes before you left,” Chan softly confesses.

“Chan, we both said horrible things. Things neither of us meant. That wasn’t us that night. That was two people who were filled to the brink with anger and hatred, not for each other, but just happening to let it out on each other.” You said as you spent every night for months after that fight analyzing what had happened.

Chan shook his head and continued his confession, “She was working with one of my aunties. When my mom told her about our break up, we got introduced. I wasn’t interested at first. You were all I wanted. But it felt that no matter where I went, she was forced in my direction. My aunt kept setting us up on date after date. For weeks, during our first couple dates, all I could think about was you still. But that face, that damn heartbroken face of yours was all I could still see. I knew I would never be able to erase it from my mind. I did that to you. I hurt you. I didn’t deserve you. So I eventually just gave in to her. She’s nice...smart...pretty, no reason not to marry her I thought. Of course, she could never match your beauty, your intelligence, or compare anywhere close to you. But what’s even the point in stressing over marriage when the one person I will ever want to be married to got absolutely shattered by me.” By now Chan was practically bursting into sobs.

All you could do was hold him. Hold him and let your own tears flow as he said that last sentence in present tense.

He tried to contain himself but couldn’t, “You should be the one in a white dress right now. We should be in that flower filled venue you came across in that wedding magazine from that weird dentist office. We should...we should be together Y/N.”

You cried with him,” But we’re not Chan. It’s your wedding day, not mine. I want nothing more than to run from here with you straight to that venue, even if it means buying a last minute flight to wherever the hell it was located again. But that’d be so selfish of me Chan. She can give you so much more than I can. And I need you to see that.”

You felt it was true. She was amazing at her job, showing up in every wedding magazine imaginable. She was even in that magazine Chan mentioned, from the dentist office, where he watched you in awe as you excitedly flipped through all the wedding venues in it, showing him every single one pointing out what you be at yours and his wedding, and asking him what he’d want there. If you couldn’t even be the one to text Chan to begin the making up process back then, why should you be deserving of taking him back now you felt, especially under these conditions.

So there you were, standing with the love of your life, bawling in each other’s arms, doing your best to send him off for good. You held his face in your hands, wiping away his tears.

“I know you’ll be the most amazing husband, and I have been so honored to love you. So please Chan, just find your happiness with her” you said holding his hands in yours.

Chan held onto your hands. not wanting to let go. As you walked out the room, he tried holding onto you, but his hand went limp as you slipped yours out from his.

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Everyone turned to face the giant double doors as the piano started playing. She walked out in an extravagant white dress. You were in awe of it in all honesty. She looked like a real-life princess. When you took a look at her prince, tears were falling from his eyes. Everyone thought it was cute though, because every bride dreams of her groom crying at how much he loves her up till that moment, in that moment, and every moment after that.

But deep down, both you and Chan knew, it wasn’t those kind of tears. 

[thismustbefakeme]

I Want To Hold You Hand (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky and the Reader go on their first date. The Reader is surprised by his choice of venue

“I’d like to state for the record that this is a terrible idea given the fact that I am the clumsiest person in existence.”

Bucky laughed and held his hands out to you a bright smile on his face, “I watched you take down 3 men twice your size the other day. Don’t overthink it. This will be easy.”

Well he had a point.

When you had imagined what James Buchanan Barnes’ idea of a first date would be, roller skating had not even made the list. It fact it was so far from the list you had been a bit shell shocked when he had pulled his motorcycle in front of the establishment. You had thought maybe dinner and a movie, or even dancing. Being one of the few fully grown women who had never gone skating before, you blamed Sam Wilson for Bucky finding out that fact. This was a recipe for disaster. Even if it was nauseatingly cute that he wanted to experience something with you that you had never done.

“How do you even know how to roller skate?” You asked grabbing the half wall that surrounded the rink. Dozens of children and adults circuited the smooth wooden floors as music played and disco lights flashed. You felt slightly dizzy and weren’t a hundred percent certain whether it was from nervousness about the skating or being on your first date with Bucky. Probably a bit of both.

“Believe it or not, they did have roller skates in the 40’s.” He grinned making grabby hands in your direction and you felt your knees wobble.

Calm down hormones. You chastised yourself inwardly. How did everything this man do make you feel like a swooning damsel?

“I’m gonna fall on my ass.” You muttered as a hand hearted attempt to resist his charm.

“Come on Doll, I’ll hold your hand.” He crooned and you were sure your face turned the color of a tomato.

Welp. Goodbye self preservation.

You’d do just about anything if he kept calling you that. Hesitantly you leaned some of your body weight on one foot and pushed off the carpet and onto the rink. The next few seconds of limb flailing made you immensely grateful that Sam and Redwing were nowhere nearby. Bucky’s strong hands grasped yours as you latched onto him, and you swallowed the urge to wrap yourself around him like a koala.

“Ok you ready to try moving?” Bucky asked and you nodded slightly, taking a deep steadying breath.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Ok.” Bucky replied and he released your arms, his left hand taking your right and you blushed at the feel of the cool metal on your skin. He was becoming more comfortable with the arm out in public recently, and you weren’t complaining.

Jesus. What is it with you and the metal arm? You thought briefly and then shook off that train of thought as he started to move forward slightly pulling you along with him.

You looked at him uncertainly knowing the grip you had on his hand would have been painful if it was flesh and blood.

“Don’t let go.” You whispered, and for a moment, you thought he wouldn’t hear you over the noise around the two of you.

“Never.” He responded and your chest warmed with affection. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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True to his word, Bucky didn’t once let go of your hand as the two of you circled the skate rink. You slowly got a handle on your balance as he gently coaxed you forward but never pushed you past your comfort zone.

The environment around the two of you blurred as you became wrapped up in his attention. You lost yourself in comfortable conversation and timid teasing. Lights, colors and sounds couldn’t penetrate the bubble of affection the two of you were encased in. Other people skirted around you, some bumping into you slightly, and still he kept gentle hold of your hand. After a while he seemed to sense you had gotten comfortable and he swiftly spun around to face you; skating backwards, pulling you along.

“Show off.” You chirped as he zig-zagged subtly.

He shrugged and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with mirth. If you hadn’t been so enamored with the man you might have been able to warn him about the kid who zipped past behind him in a blur of movement.

The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion. Bucky’s foot clipped the edge of the kids skate and the super soldier went down, HARD. Consequently, due to your hand being locked in his grasp, you went with him.

You body collided with his with a THUMP and you felt the air leave his lungs. You slapped your hands onto the ground on either side of his head raising up the top half of your torso to stare at him wide eyed. After a moment of shock passed, you both started laughing. Your bodies shook from the force of it and you just barely registered his hand gently rest on your side.

“You ok?” He asked his eyes searching yours.

“Me?!” You gasped between giggles, “I’m not the one who had a whole ass human land on top of me.”

“I’m not complaining.” Bucky said and from the way his eyes widened you got the impression he hadn’t meant to say that out-loud. Your echoing look of surprise seemed to sober him quickly and you blinked at him at a loss for words. You were all at once acutely aware of all the points in which your body was in contact with his. You felt the muscles of his abdomen clench beneath you and fought off shiver. The mood had shifted and your eyes glanced down at his lips, your hand lifting to caress his stubbled jaw before you could stop it. You watched his Adams Apple bob as you cupped his cheek in your palm. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you were officially on auto pilot.

There was no one behind the wheel, the sudden urge to capture his lips filled you began to bridge the gap between your lips and his.

“Hey! You guys gotta move.”

You snapped out of your trance and blinked up at the employee on roller blades who glared down at the two of you sprawled across the floor.

Face heating with embarrassment you crab-walked backwards off of Bucky, who quickly and more gracefully than you could ever hope to be got to his feet. He only let you struggle a moment before his hand shot out to help you stand.

Once you were safely standing, you smiled at Bucky, your mind still reeling from what had almost happened.

“Come on Doll, I think that’s enough skating for today.” Bucky said taking your hand in his again and leading you to the edge of the rink.

You were in a daze as you returned your rented skates and followed him outside to the parking lot. You couldn’t stop thinking of how his eyes had held yours, how the stubble on his chin scratched you're fingertips. You ached to know what his lips tasted like. In retrospect making out in the middle of the roller skating rink wouldn’t have been the best place to have your first kiss. But damnit if you wouldn’t have cared. You felt yourself flush again at the thought of those soft lips caressing yours and almost missed Bucky call your name.

“Sorry, what?” You asked and were surprised to see you had already arrived at his bike.

Damn girl you really are gone for this man.

“Ready to go?” He asked and you nodded reaching for the helmet he had provided for you.

“Let me.” He said and he closed the distance between you so quickly you gasped. His eyes locked onto yours as he settled the helmet gently on your head and fastened the buckle beneath your chin. His hands lingered on your skin and you sucked in a shaky breath when his eyes flicked down to your lips. You couldn’t move as his Vibranium thumb traced over your lip. When he smiled you swore you stopped breathing.

“Buck-“

His lips interrupted whatever you had been about to say, and if asked under duress you wouldn’t have been able to remember the words.

Kissing. He’s kissing me. Holy FUCK he’s kissing me.

Your brain was short circuiting. You might need medical treatment. This shouldn’t be this good.

God his lips are soft.

He taste’s like peppermint.

I think my soul just left my body.

Bucky pulled away only a fraction of a moment and you felt his breath on your lips as he chuckled.

“I can practically hear you thinking.”

All you could do was blink back at him in response.

“This ok?” He asked with barely concealed laughter.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” You squeaked out and he grinned before capturing your lips with his again.

Your brain tried desperately to catch up with your lips. But they seemed to be doing just fine without the help. When his tongue traced your top lip, seeking entrance, you felt a jolt of electricity run down your spine. Mouth opening on a gasp, his tongue was quickly met in the middle with yours.

When he finally pulled away, you were gasping for air. You were vaguely concerned you might pass out as you stared back at him. Hands grasped in the t-shirt beneath his leather jacket so tightly you were surprised you hadn’t ripped the fabric.

“Been wanting to do that for longer than I’d care to admit.” Bucky murmured and you noticed his cheeks were colored slightly, his own breathing rapid.

“Ditto.” You laughed, still breathless but immensely pleased that he seemed equally as effected. He let go of your face, and a sound of weak protest escaped you as he swung his leg over the seat of the bike and settled himself down before revving the engine.

Missing his warmth you quickly settled yourself behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. His left hand settled over yours and you felt yourself blush. You were starting to think he’d realized your fascination with his Vibranium appendage.

“Hang on tight Spider Monkey.” Bucky said his hand leaving yours to grip the handlebars.

As he pulled the throttle and rocketed the motorcycle forward, you let out a squeak of protest as his words registered.

Only one person knew about your secret obsession with the Twilight films.

You were going to kill Sam Wilson.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Twisted 30 - Epilogue [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Omg here it is my loves, the final chapter! ❤ Thank you so much for your wonderful support throughout the series, you made me so happy and I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did! ❤❤ I love you! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of sex and drinking.

Word Count: 4100

                                              3 Years Later

The deep comfort of sleep surrounding you as you snuggled deeper into the covers slowly disappeared as you felt yourself being pulled back, a smile curling your lips. You heaved a sigh as you felt soft kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

Both of you had gone to sleep quite late thanks to your…late night activities, and you were nowhere near ready to face the day, but this was a nice way to wake up.

“Hi,” you said without opening your eyes and felt his breathy laugh warming your neck.

“Hi.”

You whined into your pillow as his arms tightened around you and he buried his face to the crook of your neck while you ran your fingertips over his arm.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, professor.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Spencer murmured into your skin and you opened your eyes to turn your head.

You were one hundred percent sure that you would never get tired of this view. Spencer’s hair was a mess, quite literally the meaning of bedhead while he watched you with a smile on his lips, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I can think of two people who might disagree with you,” you said and as if on cue, you heard the pitter-patter of little feet along with some gleeful squeals echoing through the hall. Spencer let out a chuckle, dropping his head to your shoulder and you grinned.

“In three, two…”

“Mowning!”

“Open? Open?” you heard the sweet babbling overlapping with each other and you grabbed your dressing gown off the floor, then put it on and went to open the door but as soon as you did, a little figure wheezed past you to climb to the bed while the other one clutched to your leg, looking up at you with bright, shining eyes.

“Hi Daisy!” you cooed and bent down to pick her up while she held her plushie tightly and you turned to see Spencer lifting Laura in the air, making her let out a screech which turned into a giggle.

“Whoa, did you get bigger in a night?!” Spencer asked Laura who nodded fervently, babbling something with only a couple of words clear. You approached the bed to drop Daisy on the soft fluffy covers, making her laugh happily before she scrambled to give Spencer a big kiss on his cheek.

“Where did my kiss go?” you wondered out loud and in a second, you were attacked by two overly enthusiastic toddlers. You burst into laughter and pressed a kiss on top of their heads, then stood up again.

“Okay, who wants to come downstairs with me?”

“Me!” Laura jumped in bed while Daisy bit on the ear of her plushie before she shifted closer to Spencer, obviously still sleepy.

“Daisy?”

She shook her head and rubbed at her eye with her small fist, and Spencer reached out to push back a curl falling over her eyes as she yawned.

Your mother had a point, even if they looked almost identical, their personalities were way too different. Daisy was quite possibly the calmest toddler you had ever seen, she barely cried when she was focused on something, and especially when you put one of her picture books in front of her for her to color them. Spencer had said she most probably took after him.

But Laura? Laura definitely took after you, and your mother and Mina swore by it.

She was a tiny hurricane, completely unstoppable once she had decided to cause chaos. She had even started walking two months before Daisy, and you could barely take her eyes off of her without her sneaking off to somewhere to hide and “scare” you.

But even if they couldn’t be more different, there was one thing for sure. You loved both of them so much that it surprised you how full your heart felt whenever you looked at them.

“Alright then,” you hoisted Laura up, “Let’s go, little monkey!”

“Go!” she repeated, her voice full of excitement and you made your way downstairs, walking past Spencer’s study, then your study before you reached the huge living room with the open kitchen. You put Laura down, then opened the fridge.

“Okay Lulu, which one do we want today, milk or juice?” you asked but met with silence. You frowned, then closed the fridge door to look around, but she was nowhere to be found.

“I looked away for one second,” you muttered to yourself, then peeked your head around the doorframe to see the flash of a familiar mop of curly hair disappear into your study in full speed.

“No no, that’s mommy’s work, that’s mommy’s work!” you rushed to the study and lifted her up before she could touch the board, standing on her tiptoes. She let out a whine, still trying to reach the board and you shook your head.

“Nope, we are not messing up this seating chart, it took me days to complete it,” you said and turned around with her in your arms, then pointed at the two pieces of sample napkins on your table, “Want to help me?”

Laura nodded fervently, “Yes!”

“Which one is pretty?”

Laura looked at you, then looked at the napkins before she pointed at the one on the right.

“This.”

“Oh the pink one?”

“Pink one.” she repeated and looked up at you, “Good job!”

You let out a laugh,

“Yes baby, good job!” you said and walked out of your study with her, closing the door behind you just in case, then entered the kitchen again to find Spencer putting Daisy in her seat. Daisy gave you a big smile, letting you see her baby teeth and you blew her a kiss, then sat Laura down next to her.

“Was she in your study?” Spencer asked as he pulled you closer and you nodded.

“I’m telling you, she can teleport.”

“I doubt that’s the case,” he laughed, handing you a cup of coffee before sipping his own and you inhaled the scent of the coffee as you checked your e-mails.

“Oh babe, dinner tonight at my mom’s place,” you looked up from your phone, “You didn’t forget, right?”

Spencer shook his head, nuzzling into your neck. “Nope. At 8.”

You giggled, running your fingers through his curls, “You’re going to be late for work, professor.”

He heaved a sigh and nodded before he pulled back almost hesitantly and pointed at the twins with his thumb, “Do you want me to drop them off?”

“I got it, no worries.” You stood on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips, “Go. Don’t be late tonight!”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled at you before he kissed both Daisy and Laura, “Hey, you two behave for mommy, deal?”

“Hm?” Laura asked, blinking up at him as she grabbed Daisy’s toy from her and he let out a laugh before he grabbed his satchel.

“See you later!”

“Bye time!” Daisy waved her hand and Laura’s head shot up,

“Bye bye!”

“Okay,” you clapped your hands together as Spencer closed the door behind him, “We will have breakfast, then we will go and see grandma, how does that sound?”

                                                  ***

The best part of having your own company was that you could pick and choose your own clients while letting the rest of the clients to the others. Especially after the twins, that had made things so much easier.

Your business was flourishing and you got to choose your working hours and the couples you wanted to work with.

“I know you guys said you wanted something small,” you said as you walked through the doors to the wedding venue, “But I wanted to make sure you know you have other options.”

There was no answer for a moment and you looked over your shoulder to look at the couple.

“Garcia?” you said and Luke let out a whistle.

“I mean it looks… it looks good.”

“It looks like something out of a fairytale.” Garcia whispered and turned to you, “But Y/N-“

“I know, you have a budget.” You snapped your fingers, “The thing is, the owner of the venue is a good friend of mine, so I’ll talk him into lowering the price a lot. Besides, he owes me one after I got him so many weddings.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Garcia stared at you, “We could have this venue?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have four other venues to show you, but if you want this one after seeing those, yes. Oh and, before I forget—“ you grabbed your phone and tossed it to Luke, “How would you feel about this car for the wedding?”

He looked at the screen and blinked a couple of times. “You’re joking.”

“Not really.”

“Let me see,” she said and took a look at the screen, then turned to you, “Whose car is this?”

You shifted your weight, “Uh- mine.”

“No it’s not, your car is outside. I know that because Luke stood there and watched it for a whole minute.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “Nolan bought twins ponies the other day and I guess while he was at it, he decided to throw in a car for me. But I’m not much of a bright red car person, I prefer mine in black. So?”

“Penny?” Luke turned to Garcia, “Please?”

She held up her hands, “I don’t care about the car, I care about the venue.”

“Yes!” Luke pumped a fist in the air and turned to you, “You sure about this?”

“It’s just there in the garage man, I’m more than happy to let you drive it whenever you want.”

Luke pulled you into a tight hug, making you let out a laugh and he pulled back when his phone started ringing.

“Sorry, it’s Emily.”

“Oh tell her I said hi!” Garcia said and he pecked her on the lips, then answered the phone and walked out of the hall.

“I’ll never get tired of being right,” you motioned at her, “Told you.”

“I know, I know…” she let out a squeal, “This is so pretty though, Y/N! I mean I knew you were good at your job, I just didn’t know you were this good.”

You fixed your hair in an exaggerated smug manner and winked at her.

“Seating chart is ready too,” you said, “Laura almost crashed it today, but…”

Her smile widened, “Aw, how are my Lulu and Daze?” she asked, “You should’ve brought them with you!”

“Trust me, we wouldn’t get anything done,” you said with a laugh, “I can’t really focus on anything else while they’re around. And you know how they get when they see you.”

She pressed a hand on her chest, “I swear, you and Reid made the cutest babies I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

You grinned at her as Luke walked into the hall again, flipping the phone in his hand.

“There’s a case,” he said almost apologetically and Garcia nodded.

“Go, I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” she said and kissed him, “I won’t decide on anything without you, I promise.”

“I fixed a pre cake tasting for you guys at this new pastry shop but she can try them first,” you told Luke and he let out a whine.

“You know, in times like these I get why Reid quit.”

“Right, because he quit over pastries,” you deadpanned and he heaved a sigh.

“I’ll see you two later.”

“Be careful!” Garcia called out and he nodded, then walked out of the hall. You threw an arm over Garcia’s shoulder, then turned to her,

“So, cake tasting?”

“God yes.”

                                                     ***

You unbuckled your seatbelt as Spencer pulled over in front of your mother’s house, then turned to you to peck you on the lips.

“See, told you we could make it.”

“We’re half an hour late,” you giggled as you ran your fingertips over his stubble and he tilted his head.

“That’s not completely my fault.”

“Oh it isn’t?”

“You were the one who joined me in the shower,” he reminded you, and you shrugged your shoulders, playing coy.

“Still doesn’t make it my fault,” you stated, “And if my mother asks, you were—“

“Grading papers,” he finished your sentence for you and stole a kiss from you again, “Got it.”

You opened the car door, then got out of the car and climbed up the marble stairs with him until you reached the front door. You rang the doorbell and soon enough the maid opened it, the cheerful laughter and squealing reaching you. You and Spencer stepped in, and Daisy and Laura rushed to you as Spencer crouched down to hug them both.

“Finally!” your mother walked into the hallway as you pressed a kiss on top of Daisy and Laura’s heads, then straightened up to hug her, “You’re late honey!”

“Spencer was gradi—” you were cut off as Daisy came to hug your leg again, tugging at your sleeve, “Daze, baby-“

“Lulu!” she corrected you, pointing at herself and you let out a laugh, then hoisted her up.

“Aw, I’m sorry!” you said as you set her on your hip, and made your way to the dining room.

“Spencer was grading papers,” you told your mother as you entered the room and put Laura down, then she and Daisy ran to Lily who was sitting in their playground but as soon as she saw you, a smile warmed her face.

“Hi!”

“Hi there bug!”

“I’m teaching them animals, see!” she said as Daisy and Laura sat down and she opened the big book, pointing at a page.

“What is this?”

“Coo!”

“Cow, yes! What does the cow say?”

“Moo!” Daisy said before Laura could, looking up at Lily and she nodded.

“Exactly!”

“Good job!” Laura said quickly and Daisy nodded, clapping her hands together as if clapping herself. You could swear your heart melted and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on them.

Soon enough, the dinner was ready and the nanny took the twins and Lily to the play room because they had already eaten and insisted they wanted to play there. Your mother had renovated the house around the time they were born so now they had a huge room filled with toys and games which the twins loved.

“So is everyone okay for Venice?” your mother asked as you sipped your wine, “It will be beautiful, we already made the arrangements.”

“Next month works for me,” you held up a hand, “Spencer?”

“Sure thing, it works for me too.”

“Kenz?” you asked and she bit on her lip, stealing a look at Mina and you tilted your head.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m good with next month,” Kenzie said quickly, “But um…”

“I might not be.” Mina said and your mother groaned.

“Mina, come on. Even you need a vacation.”

“It might not be the best idea at this time,” Mina said and you turned to Kenzie,

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not saying anything, it’s her news.”

“Mina?” Nolan said, “Is everything okay at work? Do you want me to make a call?”

“No no,” Mina shook her head, “It’s good- great, actually. I just didn’t want to tell you guys on the phone the other day, I was waiting for this dinner.”

You raised your brows and she entwined her fingers with Kenzie, shooting her an excited look.

“Two days ago, I was called into a meeting,” she said, “With Bradley and Paul. They…. They want me to be a partner.”

“Oh my God!” you covered your mouth, then pushed your chair back to rush to hug her. She hugged you back tight, a giddy laugh escaping from her lips.

“Honey!” your mother said, joining you “Finally!”

“You deserve it, Mina.” Nolan said, “Ditch the wine glasses everyone, we’re opening the champagne!”

“Congratulations!”

“You traitor, why didn’t you tell me?” you pointed at Kenzie who held up her hands,

“She bribed me.”

“She’s your wife!”

“Exactly, she knows what to bribe me with!” Kenzie exclaimed and you went to sit beside Spencer, still smiling as your mother took her seat as well.

“Did you know?” you turned to Spencer and he shrugged, grinning.

“I knew they were hiding something.”

Kenzie gasped, “Spencer!”

“I’m sorry Kenz but you have a terrible poker face.”

“He does have a point, babe.” Mina said as Kenzie pouted.

“Whatever.”

“So,” Spencer cleared his throat and turned to your mother and Nolan, “Speaking of people with terrible poker faces and something to say…”

You sat up straighter, “Wait, what is happening?”

“What is he talking about?”

“Spencer?”

“I’m not saying anything,” Spencer said, a look of mischief crossing his face, “They might, though.”

Your mother tilted her head, “When did you notice?”

“When I walked in.”

“Told you,” Nolan said, and your mother smiled slightly, pointing at Spencer.

“You, young man, are dangerous around announcements.”

“What is it with everyone betraying me tonight?” you asked, looking between them, “What’s going on?”

“So, Mina isn’t the only one who didn’t want to give big news over the phone,” your mother said as Nolan held her hand and squeezed it, and it dawned on you.

“Wait a minute…”

Your mother let out a laugh and held up her hand so that you could see the huge diamond ring on her finger, “We’re getting married!”

Instantly, there was an uproar. Spencer cheered while Kenzie let out a small scream, Mina lunged out of her seat to rush to them and you gawked at them, your jaw hanging.

“Jesus Christ,” you said as you made your way to your mother while one of the maids brought the champagne and your mother squealed like an excited girl and pulled you into a hug, making you laugh.

“Congratulations, you crazy kids,” you said as you pulled back “You deserve to be happy. And you-“ you pointed at Nolan, then smiled and hugged him, “The original deal still stands.”

“Wouldn’t dream of anything different,” he pressed a kiss into your hair and grabbed the champagne before he opened it with a loud pop, making everyone cheer. He quickly filled your glasses and you made your way to Spencer who wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“I wanted to ask sooner,” Nolan announced, “But you know, you two got married, and then the twins…”

“We figured we would need to find a time you weren’t as busy,” your mother pointed at you, “To plan the wedding and all.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well unfortunately, my client list is-“

“Not full!”

“Lies!” Kenzie and Spencer said at the same time and you let out a laugh, then raised your glass slightly.

“I was going to say available,” you winked at them, “I’ll send you the plans tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your mother asked and you grinned.

“I’ve been planning your wedding for the last three years,” you said, making her gasp and Nolan laugh, “You guys seriously didn’t think I’d let someone else do it, did you?”

                                                     ***

By the time you got back home, the twins were way too sleepy. You and Spencer put them to bed as silently as possible, then you went to check the plans in your study while Spencer changed his clothes. You ran a hand through your hair and left your study to make your way to the living room before you put some music on and walked to the window to take a look outside.

The city was really beautiful at night.

“Thinking about the plans?” Spencer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder, then a smile warmed your face.

“Something like that,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “You know it’s gonna be chaos, right? That wedding?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said and caressed your hair, “You got this, though.”

“Do me a favor,” you said, “Remind me that a lot in the future, at least until we send them off to their honeymoon.”

He let out a small chuckle, but before he could say anything, you felt small footsteps coming closer and you looked around his arm to see Laura peeking around the doorframe with a look of excitement.

“We have a fugitive!” Spencer said, making her squeal and run back to the hallway.

“I’ll be right back,” Spencer pecked you on the lips, making you laugh and you watched him leave the living room, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a mop of curly brown hair behind the couch, along with a giggle.

“Oh well, I’m sure Daisy is sleeping!” you said loudly, walking around the living room, “She wouldn’t be here, would she?”

The giggles got louder and you found yourself smiling,

“Or is she….here?” you checked behind the curtain, and put your hands on your hips, “Not behind the curtain. Hmm, I wonder where she is?”

“Hewe!” Daisy jumped from behind the kitchen, and let out a gleeful scream when you lifted her up.

“Here she is!” you said, “What are you doing up baby? It’s sleepy time.”

“Lulu hewe too!”

“And she’s going to sleep too,” you tickled her stomach to make her giggle.

“Mommy, love you!” she said and you could feel your heart skipping a beat before you smiled at her brightly.

“I love you too baby,” you kissed her cheek, “Now let’s go to bed, hm?”

“Mkay!” she said and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to their bedroom.

“Hey, I was wondering where she was,” Spencer whispered as you put Daisy to bed while Laura hugged her teddy bear tighter. You pressed a kiss on Daisy’s head, then went to Laura’s bed and kissed her head too.

“I love you,” you said, “Now sleepy time, okay?”

“Love you mommy!” they both said and Spencer turned their nightlights on before he switched the light off, and both of you left their room to go to the living room, where the music was still playing. Spencer went to kitchen to get two glasses of wine and you pulled the curtain a little to look outside.

“I swear they get more energetic every day.”

“It’s normal,” Spencer said, handing you your glass and you took a sip as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling to your neck. “You know your mom will make them flower girls, right?”

“You say that as if I don’t already have their dresses in mind.” You mused, making him chuckle.

“Of course you do.”

“I’m telling you, that trip to Venice will be a nice break from the future chaos,” you said, “That is if you are ready to listen to my ranting about the wedding venues on a holiday too. Are you sure you want to go there with me?”

A small smile pulled at his lips and after all this time, it still managed to make your stomach flip pleasantly,

“I’d go anywhere with you,” he said, “With or without you talking about what color the napkins will be.”

“I’m torn between ivory and pearl,” you told him “Knowing my mom, she will want to put seashell into those options and spend a month trying to decide.”

“Should be a fun month,” he said, “Do you want me to tell her the percentages of those shades used in weddings? It could help.”

You scoffed a laugh and turned around in his arms so that you could look up at him.

“What does it say about me if I said I find that incredibly romantic?”

He clicked his tongue, pretending to be deep in thought, “That you have a strange understanding of romance?”

“Maybe. But you still love me,” you tilted your head, “In fact, one could say…”

“That I have a lot of oxytocin for you,” he finished your sentence, making you giggle.

“Very romantic, professor,” you said, and heaved a sigh as his fingertips caressed over your neck.

“You know I’m so in love with you, right?” you asked him, making him smile and nod before you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth spreading through you.

This, right here.

This was happiness.

                                         The End.

[omiscurls]

I love your writing and how much you’re able to bring out the true personalities of each character!! I was wondering if you could do Kaeya, Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli, and Childe celebrating y/n’s bday. (My birthday was a couple of days ago but I didn’t receive any greetings from my genshin team for some reason... 😔)

happy birthday

a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! as for your problem, have you tried looking in character>voiceover>voicelines? the wishes should appear there, i dont know what happened if they don't

plot: celebrating the reader's birthday

contains: kaeya, diluc, tartaglia, xiao, zhongli

warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, otherwise pure fluff

kaeya

a surprise party

to be completely honest, kaeya barely cares about his own birthday enough to even remember the date

and obviously he does remember yours, how could he not, but- he's just not used to celebrating, you know?

so watch him know very well your birthday is coming up, with a mindset like: "okay, you've got time, you'll figure something great out, it's gonna be amazing"

and the day or two before he realizes, he indeed wants to do something great and amazing, but he completely ran out of time

fortunately, who cares about reservations when your brother's a bar owner, right?

he figures out that if he waits till sunset with the party he still has an entire day he can spend of preparing everything he needs

so as you sleep peacefully, he sneaks out of the room at the break of dawn, ready to work his ass off

he doesn't want you feeling bad, after all, right?

the thing is, you do start to feel a bit bad, as an entire morning goes by, and not only is kaeya nowhere in sight, literally nobody is! you walk through the streets of mondstadt, looking for any familiar face to spend the time with, but the city seems awfully empty of your friends. you end up having fun at diona's cat's tail, her complaining about everyone, and you, surprisingly, joining in, but it still doesn't replace the companion of your friends.

you go over your day as per usual, and decide to bake yourself a cake, since you think that'll cheer you up. you run out of flour, though, so it's necessary to go over to the store and stock up on some. right as you cross the city's main square, you run into diluc.

"oh, sorry, haven't seen you" you say, not even lifting up your face to look at who's chest did you bump on, until he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"someone looks dejected" he says, and you almost want to punch him for not realizing why. instead of doing that, however pleasing it sounds, you just shrug your shoulders. "come on, you look like you could use a special drink of mine"

and with that, he pulls you towards angel's share, letting you complain about your day, though you don't explicitly say it's your birthday, still mad he didn't remember that on his own.

"so he completely ditched you without a word?" he acts surprised and offended "that's so awful-" he continues, opening the door before you.

just as he opens it, and you hear the word "awful" you see the bar as if for the first time. flowery garlands are up beneath the ceiling, the tables are arranged differently and covered with colorful, pastel table cloths, music is playing. the backdoor is opened and you see the outside of the building decorated in a similar manner, candles and fairy lights spread all over the place.

the sun is slowly setting over the buildings visible through the back door, and the atmosphere inside borders on magical, but to top that all off-

"happy birthday!" you hear a lot of voices shout, and your eyes widen at the sight of all those who you hold dear present. you can't help but smile, seeing all of them cheer, grinning from ear to ear.

"i-" you look over at diluc "how'd you pull this off?"

you swear you saw him crack a soft smile before admitting that he in fact, didn't. you're about to ask who did, then, but you're interrupted by a silvery voice, coming from behind you.

"i did" the voice says, a hand moving to cover your eyes "wanna guess who?" you hear a whisper inches away from your ear, shaking from surprise.

affection swells in your chest as you quietly say "kaeya", your smile growing fondler, knowing that aside from all your friends, he's here too, and as a mastermind, at that.

"hope you don't hold leaving you by yourself for a couple of hours against me" he continues, arms sneaking around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder "d'ya like it?"

emotion gets the better of you, and you don't know what to say, so choose only to nod eagerly.

"a lot" you finally whisper, much to kaeya's satisfaction.

"happy birthday, then" he says, suddenly pulling away from you, as to exclaim loudly "attention everyone!!" he takes a fork to ring on his glass "i hereby declare, that the next round's on me!"

cheers fill the room, along with one "yea right" and another "like we'd believe that" before the owner of the bar speaks up as well.

"as much as i'd like to see that" diluc settles "today's drinks are on the house."

diluc

a magical evening

so he’s a fan of planning

not a diehard fan, but a fan nonetheless 

it’s just, he would rather have things planned ahead than wake up a day before and not know what to do (like a kaeya) like an idiot.

so you bet he has already calculated how much time he has left the moment you told him the date of your birthday.

unlike kaeya, he prefers to be working alone, but also likes to keep his plans a surprise. he himself hates surprises, but has to admit, doing one for someone else is quite the fun 

he stays quiet about your birthday coming up until the very last moment, and if you want to ask him if he wants to do anything with you that day, he says he already has something in mind, you know, nonchalantly. as if he hadn’t been thinking about it for archons know how long 

he’ll wake up before you just to wish you a happy birthday the moment you wake up, and he might be unusually affectionate for a bit, but don’t even bother asking what he has planned out - he won’t tell, not even if you beg. 

diluc wanted to kick you out of the house all day. “oh, there’s shopping to be done” “oh, this lady wanted to talk to you”, or “you know, come to think of it, didn’t jean say she had something she’d wanted to show you for your birthday?” every lame excuse in the book, he has used it. 

you decide to finally grant him what he so obviously wanted, and leave, choosing to walk all around the city, and even outside the gates, you make it quite a trip, not knowing when to come back. 

you smile upon thinking about how secretive he tried to be, but how even he, the mighty descendant of one of the noble families of mondstadt, a man as collected and stoic as can be, couldn’t contain his excitement. you saw all his little side smiles and the way he bit his lip a little after settling today’s rough plans with you, he was so happy, you’re satisfied just by seeing that, sometimes forgetting the real reason for why he was actively plotting something. 

you walk and walk, and then walk some more, but your legs start to hurt, and you’re growing hungry, so you decide to finally get back home. 

when you approach the winery, you can see the lights in the ballroom are lit up from a mile away. your heart can’t help but flip with excitement, since diluc hates using the room, hates throwing parties, and would much rather just forget it exists. 

it’s a beautiful venue though, looks like something out of a fairytale, and you always tell him how much you love it. it’s no surprised he decided to use it, but you can’t wait to see it anyway. 

as you get closer to the building, it becomes more and more apparent that the ballroom isn’t the only place that got upgraded to a five star level for one night and one night only. the building looks amazing, and the gates are open all the way, as if there was a party to be thrown and guests to arrive any time soon. 

but as you’re welcomed into the mansion, there’s no one else in the hall, other than a dressed up diluc, his hair in a high pony, just how you always said you liked it, wearing a suit you hadn’t seen on him since... well, you don’t even recall. 

“well, if it isn’t my honorary guest” he announces with an official tone, almost making you a bit flustered. 

“what’s all this? am i not, i don’t know, underdressed?” you giggle nervously, and he approaches you, a tiny little black box in his hand. 

“you could wear a potato sack and shine brighter than all the stars together” he says softly, showing you the little box. “and as tradition orders, happy birthday.”

you carefully open the box, a simple, silver necklace resting on the little cushion inside. you take it out, and watch the ornament, but can’t for the life of you figure out what it is. 

“you see” diluc provides an explanation “it’s a common thing to do to gift someone jewellery as a gift, and almost as common to have necklaces with your star constellation. that is, the allignment the stars were in the moment you were born. but i decided, that i wanted to give you one with the alignment that shone on the sky on the happiest day of my life. well, according to mona it did.” 

you stay silent for a second, astonished with the present, before asking 

“and that is?”

“the day we met.”

tartaglia

how to surprise your lover 101

when i tell you this boy knew EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS DOING from the moment he first thought of it

now. he loves celebrating, anything, really, the atmosphere of a party is almost magnetic to him

he grew up thinking every person deserves to have an amazing day once a year, only about themselves, so it’s very obvious to him that he IS doing something, and it needs to be huge

now, in a family as big as his, it was hard to keep things a secret, so he developed a whole plan on how to avoid having you finding out what he was planning

and that is: by having you know

it’s really getting annoying, how everybody keeps walking up to you, for a good week now, and asking if you’re excited for the big party childe’s throwing. the first time you hear it, you almost immediately run to confront him about it, since you explicitly said that a party, a big one, at that, is the last thing you want.

he obviously says that it’s nothing, and you needn’t worry about that. not that you trust his words, obviously, but you let it go, partly because you know how attached he is to the idea of a huge celebration, and partly because arguing with someone as stubborn can really be tiring.

so you settle, and fake a smile for every conversation with the alleged “guests” for your alleged party, thinking you’ll just suffer through it and then just do something with your childe the next day, having yourself plan it.

the wait is stressful, and when you finally see tartaglia walk through your bedroom door, dressed up really nicely, with a soft ribbon to tie on your eyes, so you wouldn’t see anything before it’s “time”, you almost want to ditch him, but that would be too rude.

complying begrudgingly, you let him guide you through the city, feeling the cold evening air hit your skin, wondering where did he set up this party of his, since you don’t hear anything.

oh god, is everyone gonna jump out of hiding yelling “happy birthday”? please, not that, at least not that.

when he finally unties the material covering your eyes, you see nothing but a wooden platform at the end of the harbor, with a blanket set up, some really nice-smelling food and what appears to be champagne laying on it. the sun is setting slowly behind the mountains in the distance, the only sound you hear being waves crushing on the rocks.

you can’t help but gasp.

“but” you turn around to face childe with a questioning look “what about the party?”

“what party?” he looks surprised “i never said anything about any party” he adds with a knowing smirk.

as you analyze your surroundings, he watches you with a soft smile.

“come on, don’t be so shocked now” he finally says “i know you better than to plan you something you’d hate. i’m not THAT much of an asshole”

his giggle sounds almost too good in the beautiful scenery around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes water for a little while, before rapidly blinking the tears back.

“is this more similar to what you’ve dreamed of?” he asks.

“yeah” you whisper “yes, it is”

“well, that’s the only thing that matters. shall we?” his hand points to the blanket, and you nod, smiling.

this may or may not be inspired by that one episode of Brooklyn 9-9

xiao

trying something new

birthdays? what’s that

you mean to tell him he has lived two thousand years of his life without realizing the day it was brought to him should be celebrated?

yup, no, you can explain it all you want, he still doesn’t get the idea. he just finds it to be way too trivial, okay?

what gets to him, though, is that there’s a custom of doing something meaningful for the person celebrating their birthday, to make them feel important

well, you should’ve led with that, that he can do!

he would never just go and straight up ask for help if he needed any. so don’t be surprised if you hear yet more new stories about the yaksha that allegedly lives near wangshu inn sneaking into the kitchen, or watching through the glass.

he spends HOURS waiting for the chef to finally prepare the dish he hopes for, and once he does, he follows every step very carefully. and then again. and again. and one more time, up until he feels he can do it himself.

when he finally gets to enter said kitchen, it’s already way past midnight, and everything is dark, barely visible. he manages to find his way around, though, preparing all the ingredients, and starting to mix them the same way the chef did.

turns out it’s not as easy as it looks, for example, he didn’t measure how long this thing is supposed to be cooked, or on what temperature, so the process gets a little messy at one point. he might even have to start over. like, twice, tops.

it’s already nearing dusk when he finishes, taking the fruit of his works with him.

as per usual, you wait for him on the roof, and as per usual you don’t realize he’s right behind you until he speaks up.

“happy birthday” he says out of the blue, causing you to jump up in shock.

“oh my, xiao, you scared me! again!” you laugh.

“it’s today, isn’t it?” he continues, as if he didn’t hear you. when he sees you nod, he awkwardly shows you the package he held behind his back, watching closely as you open it with a questioning look.

inside, there’s a carefully wrapped serving of almond tofu, it could use a little bit of touch ups, but it still looks and smells delicious nonetheless.

“did you do this yourself?” you turn around to face him, smiling in disbelief

“mhm” he gets a little flustered, and decides not to tell you about his little kitchen adventure. “is it… is it good?” he asks, and you smile even more fondly.

“why don’t you come over here and taste it with me?”

zhongli

one can never go wrong with a classic

zhongli knows every single tradition there is to know.

literally.

so you don’t have to even tell him anything - he knows. he might not know what to do with his knowledge, but he does know what would make you happy

this man is a gentleman who believes that some moves to make someone swoon never get old

he even got a free day from work just for the occasion, or he may just think he told hu tao that he wants it? either way, he’s not there. not like his boss isn’t used to it.

right as the clock strikes 5 pm, you hear a knocking on your door. checking how you look one last time, you smile to the reflection in the mirror, and walk over to answer.

as you open said door, you find yourself dumbfounded at the sight of a completely soaked zhongli, rain pouring heavily behind his back. his hair sticks to his face, and all the layers of his suit seem drenched to their very core, but a smile you see so rarely paints his face, as he presents you with a bouquet of flowers.

and my oh my, just how huge is it! he barely even manages to hold it in hand, and the flower crowns hide his entire chest and half his face when he places them in front of you.

“i believe this is for you” he says gently “are you ready to go?”

you can’t even find the right words, as you size the bouquet up, taking it from him with a quiet “thank you so much” before taking it back to the house, already in search of the right vase to put them in.

“may i come in and dry myself up a bit?” he asks, still from the doorstep, and you laugh before granting him the permission.

when the both of you are ready to go, you meet in the hallway, both smiling softly at the other, a bit awkwardly, as the beginning of every meeting is.

“you look even better than usually” he finally says, pride rising in his chest at how your grin widens.

“same goes for you, mr zhongli” you answer just as cheekily, waiting for what he’s gonna say next.

“well, thank you, but i don’t think today’s about me now, is it?” he counters with a bit of a side eye. “shall we go?” he points to the open door, and the both of you leave, you grabbing his arm to fit under one umbrella.

“may i ask where’re we going?”

you can’t miss the way his smile turns prideful and confident as he says:

“i” he accentuates “am taking you out to dinner”

he might feel a bit offended by how sarcastically you gasp at the revelation, but it’s okay. as long as he gets to see you laugh, it’s okay.

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[ragingbookdragon]

The Daughter Of Superman, The Adopted Son Of Batman...What Could Go Wrong? PT. 1

Jason Todd x Kryptonian!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I totally forgot about this one! If you like how cute and fluffy it is, just wait for PT. 2! It gets angsty >:) -Thorne

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They were pretty lazy teenagers when they weren’t busy saving the world with super speed, strength, and smarts. Even if their textbooks were spread all over his bed they were still too lazy to actually do their homework, instead scrolling through social media apps and trolling all the citizens of San Francisco about the identities of the Young Justice Team.

She glanced up from the advanced calculus textbook and stared at the boy laying across her thighs. “Tim, isn’t your dad hosting a gala this weekend?” he hummed in response, and she asked, “Are we allowed to come?”

He didn’t bother looking up from the tablet he was tapping at and nodded. “Yeah. Bruce already added your names to the list, (Y/N).” a flicker of a smile came over his lips and he added, “Of course I had to wear him down in order to get Bart on the list.”

She looked over at their speedster and grinned. “I’m kinda surprised Bruce actually let you on the list Bart.”

A shocked expression etched across his face and he questioned, “Why do you say that?”

(Y/N) shifted Tim’s head, smiling as he grunted from being moved, and rose from the bed, walking over to the minifridge. She pulled out a soda before jumping back on the bed. “Because between you, Tim, Conner, and me, you’re the one who gets us into the most trouble.” She shifted Tim’s head back into her lap, petting his hair until he smiled.

“I do not!”

“Oh really? Do you remember prom night? It’s been almost two years and they stillcall us and talk about the absolute mess we—well, you caused.”

“That cake wasn’t there when I started running, I swear!” he pointed at Tim. “Tim it wasn’t! You know that!”

The others cackled at his protest, and (Y/N) glanced at Conner. “You gonna bring M’Gann?”

A faint pink tinged his cheeks, and he shifted his gaze down at his physics textbook. “Uh…maybe.”

(Y/N) leaned forward, poking his cheek. “Your heart’s beating pretty fast, little brother.”

He swatted her hand and glared at her. “Shove off.”

She snorted and glanced at Tim. “What about you, Timbers? You going to go with Stephanie?”

“Steph and I aren’t dating anymore, (Y/N).”

“For now. But you two like each other.” She smiled and singsonged, “She’s your first love~”

“What about you?” Tim scowled. “Who’s your date?”

She grunted at him and laid flat in the bed, Bart’s legs under her back. “Are you kidding me? You know my dad won’t let me get a boyfriend, let alone a date to a gala for a night.”

“You’re nineteen, (Y/N). I think you’re allowed to start dating.”

“And my parents help pay for part of my utilities. Does it look like I’m going to do anything to tip that delicate balance of not having to pay for all that?” she sighed. “Dad’s always been that way when it comes to me.”

“Daddy’s little girl.” Conner grinned.

(Y/N) grunted and reached over, shoving Conner off the bed. “Don’t call me that. I am not a daddy’s girl.”

The others laughed at her and Tim quipped, “Yes, you are. You two go on father-daughter dates every month and take pictures to show everyone.” She glared at him and he smiled, continuing, “Maybe we can find a date for you at the gala.”

“You can try. But mom and dad are going to be there. If dad sees me with a boy, he’s liable to lose his mind.” The others laughed again, and (Y/N) rested her head down on Bart’s lap. “I need a dress, Timmy.”

He glanced over at her and tapped a few buttons before showing her the screen. “How does this look?”

(Y/N) took the tablet from him and looked over it, taking in the image of the navy-blue dress. “I like the color, but this is a Cinderella dress. Give me something not as…poofy.” He nodded and took the tablet back, tapped on it, then handed it back to her. “Hmm…too booby.” The other two boys giggled at her answer and Tim sighed, taking the tablet again.

He handed it back to her once more and she looked at the dress. “Mermaid silhouette…sheer side…strappy back…” She glanced up at Tim and nodded. “Got a pair of shoes to match?” He hummed and she grinned. “Then I’ll take it. Thanks Timbers.” He nodded once more, and she nudged Bart. “Oi Allen.”

“What?”

“Don’t run into the cake at the gala, okay? It’ll probably cost more than you.”

“It was an accident! Stop bringing it up!” The others simply laughed at him.

***At The Kent Farm***

“Mom! Dad! Jon! I’m home!” She shut the door behind her and turned, catching Jon who’d launched himself at her. “Kid you’re getting too big to do that.” He laughed at her and she let him down, ruffling his hair. “Where’s mom and dad?”

“Out back with Krypto.” He tugged on her sweatshirt. “Did you bring me anything from the tower, sissy? Did ya? Did ya?”

(Y/N) snorted and rummaged in her pocket, pulling out one of Tim’s crimson shurikens. “Tim gave this to me to give to you.” She handed it to him but held it when he reached for it, “Do not,” she warned firmly, “cut yourself with this or mom and dad will make you give it back after they finish tearing me a new one for giving it to you.”

“I won’t!” he promised and she watched his eyes light up in wonder when he took it. She ruffled his hair once more before walking towards the backdoor.

She stepped outside and saw her dad throwing a ball with Krypto, her mom watching from the back porch; she walked over and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hey, mom.”

Lois glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re home early.”

(Y/N) nodded, sitting down beside her. “School let out for the week, and we didn’t have any missions from the Justice League, so I figured I’d spend a few days here instead of cooped up in the tower.”

“I’m glad you decided to come home, hon. It’s always nice when you come back.”

She looked up and saw Clark walking towards her. “Hey, dad.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Hey sweetheart, how were the boys?”

“They’re good. We did our usual thing.”

Clark sat on her other side. “Collapse on Tim’s bed and lay around like lethargic teenagers?”

(Y/N) snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “We were productive young adults. We finished over-break assignments and reports. Well…mostly. Still got that thirty page physics paper I have to write but…I’ll let that stew awhile.”

He chuckled. “Anything else happen today?”

“Talked about the gala this weekend.” She paused. “You guys are coming too, right?” They nodded and (Y/N) laid back on the porch, pulling out her phone. “Ugh…I remember how badly the Wi-Fi sucked out here. I don’t have any service at all.” She looked at her mom. “I don’t how a journalist like you manages to live in the middle of nowhere like this and still stay sane.”

Lois snorted and thumped her leg. “It’s called satellite service. Now c’mon, let’s go inside. Dinner should be done by now.” (Y/N) rose from the porch and they all began walking in when the sound and feel of rushing air came over them. She and Clark immediately spun, ready to defend themselves when they saw Conner hovering in the sky.

His eyebrows were drawn in slight concern. “(Y/N)! We need you!”

She nodded, shucking off her sweatshirt and pants, revealing the blue suit underneath. The crimson cape billowed around her and she glanced up at him. “What’s the situation?”

“We’ve got simultaneous bank robberies all over SF. Bart and Tim are already on the first few. I came to get you.”

(Y/N) turned to her parents. “Rain check on dinner guys.” She turned in the direction of San Fransisco, eyes darting wildly as she viewed her teammates positions. After a second, she nodded. “I’ve got em, Bart’s on the east, Tim’s on south. You take north and I’ll take west.”

He nodded and she shot up from the ground. They were almost in San Francisco when her father’s voice reached her. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

She curled her fists when the bank doors came into view and responded, “Always am, dad.”

***

“The dress looks fine, (Y/N).”

She glanced up at Tim who was smiling at her; she let out a sigh, letting go of the side strap she’d been tugging, still semi-uncomfortable with how it fit. “I know it does. But I feel like it’s still a little…grown up for me. I’ve never had a dress this open in the back or the sides since…ever.” The boys laughed and she smiled at Bart and Conner. “I forgot how well you two cleaned up.”

Bart pulled at both sides of the bowtie and winked at her, while Conner merely grunted, “I still hate tuxedos.”

“You’re definitely going to hate the long hours of your wedding then.” They laughed once more, and the car pulled around the venue.

Tim looked at them and grinned. “Show time, lady and gents.” They followed him out of the limo, grinning at the cameras as they walked inside.

Immediately, the view made her eyes go wide and she gaped. “Damn…this place is…really big.”

Tim shrugged nonchalantly, “I dunno, the ballroom in Wayne manor is bigger, but definitely more expensive.”

Bart shook his head. “Tim, my dude…we live on minimum wage not a billionaire’s salary.” (Y/N) and Conner simply nodded, still dumbfounded at the sheer size.

Tim rolled his eyes and looked around. “There’s Bruce and the others.”

She glanced in the direction he was looking and she saw her parents with Bruce. “Looks like mom and dad are busy chatting.” The others nodded and she turned to Tim. “What exactly are we supposed to do at a gala?”

“Have fun?” (Y/N) heaved a sigh and stared at him until he said, “You dance and drink and eat. That’s all you do.” He waved his hands. “Go knock yourselves out.”

They started to fan out when (Y/N) called out to them. “Wait!” They paused, turning back around. “We should go talk to Bruce and tell him thanks for inviting us.” They nodded and followed Tim over to Bruce.

He saw them coming and turned, holding out his hand to her. “Good to see you, (Y/N). You look wonderful this evening.”

Her cheeks warmed at the compliment and she smiled, giving his hand a firm shake. “It’s good to see you too, Mister Wayne, you don’t look too bad yourself. Thank you for inviting us to the gala.” The others shook his hand, and she turned to her parents. “Hey mom, dad.”

Lois walked around her and squealed, “You look so beautiful!”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks warm as the others smiled in her direction. “Mom…chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She merely laughed but stepped back over to Clark’s side and (Y/N) looked around. “Bart have you—and he’s already at the buffet table.” Snickers sounded behind her and she sighed. “I’m going to make sure that the bottomless pit doesn’t devour all your food before your guests can eat, Mister Wayne.”

They watched her walk off and when she got over to the table Bart was standing in front of, she saw him shoving food in his mouth. “Oh my god…Bart, what are you doing?”

He turned to her, and swallowed, a sheepish smile crossing his face. “I haven’t eaten anything today,” he licked his thumb clean. “I’m hungry.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and sighed. “Just try not to eat your fingers, would you?”

He snorted and pointed to an appetizer. “You should try the pigs-in-a-blanket. They’ve got this sauce on top that’s just—.”

A low voice cut him off. “They have pigs-in-a-blanket! What!” They turned to see a young man a couple years older than them reaching over. “The old man’s never had something this plain at a gala.” He popped one in his mouth, then turned to them. “You’re Timberly’s friends, right?”

They nodded and (Y/N) gazed, something about him tugging at her mind. “I know you from somewhere.” She stared into his teal eyes and suddenly she remembered where she knew him from; she’d never forget those teal eyes and how angry they’d been. “You’re Jason Todd, aren’t you? Bruce’s second son.”

He grinned. “That’s me. Have you and I met before? I have to agree with you, because you look really familiar.”

(Y/N) glared at him and crossed her arms, spitting. “We met in the Hall of Fallen Titans three years ago.”

Jason’s eyes briefly widened, before they narrowed in amusement. “You’re the one who threw me out the third story window after I kicked Timber’s ass.” He chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about all that, doll. Timmy and I are good now. You can ask the speedster about it.”

She continued to glower at him until Bart leaned over, propping his chin on her shoulder. “He’s telling the truth, (Y/N). Tim told me a while back that he and Jason are brothers now.”

Jason nodded and she finally stopped glaring at him. “Just so you know Jason, I can still throw people out windows.”

He smiled and held out a hand, watching her place hers in it; he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

Bart poked her side and grinned. “I’m gonna go see Tim and Conner. I’ll leave you two alone.”

He wandered off and (Y/N) pulled her hand back. “So, why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Jason chuckled. “Oh, I was. I got better. We just made up a story about me getting lost, yadda yadda yadda, I’m not important.” He propped his elbow on the wall above her and grinned. “But what is important, is how pretty you look in your dress.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow. “Is that supposed to flatter me?”

“Is it not?”

“It could be a little better.”

He laughed and she found herself smiling along with him. He nodded towards the balcony. “Wanna get some air?”

She nodded, and they walked out into the night. (Y/N) gazed up at the stars and sighed in wonder. “There’s billions of them out there…I’ve never tried to leave earth and go search for them on my own.”

Jason leaned on the railing and gazed at her. “How come?”

(Y/N) shrugged, leaning against the railing too. “Dad’s full Kryptonian…me and Jon are, to use a less than favorable term, half-breeds.” She paused. “I’m not sure if I would survive like dad does out in space.”

“Won’t know ‘til you try.”

She huffed a laugh and looked at him. “If I’m wrong, I might die.”

“And if you try and you’re right, you won’t be dead.”

She shook her head at him, a smile playing at her lips. “You’ve got answers to everything, don’t you, Jason?”

He grinned at her. “I find that being sharp and witty helps with the crowds, doll.” The music sounded from inside the ballroom, and he stepped back, offering her a hand. “May I have this dance?”

(Y/N) rested her hand in his, feeling him pull her close, his other hand resting on her lower back; it was warm against her open skin and she cleared her throat. “I should warn you, I can’t dance to save my life.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips and he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I can take the lead, doll…all you have to do is give it to me.”

“Your flirtations need work too.”

Jason chuckled in her ear, making her shiver as he pulled back. “I don’t think they do.”

“Arrogance isn’t attractive, Jason.”

“Mhm.”

“It isn’t.”

“I heard you the first time, doll.” As they swayed to the music, he asked, “So, how’d you and Nerd-bird become friends?”

“We met through Conner.”

“The clone?”

“My brother.”

“Sorry.”

“He introduced the two of us, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Only friends? Nothing more?”

It was (Y/N)’s turn to smirk and she looked at him. “Are you asking because you want to know if there’s competition?”

He stopped moving and they stood still, her in his arms. “Just want to know if there’s anyone between me and first place.”

She huffed a laugh. “God, you’re something else.” Her eyes found his and she asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”

Jason nodded and stepped back, holding out his hand. “Where do you want to go?”

(Y/N) smirked and stepped forward, closing the distance he’d created, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His teal eyes widened, and she looked back at the party; no one noticed them, and she turned back to face him, “Up, up, and away.” They flew upwards, and she felt him latch onto her. “Why are you acting like I’m going to drop you, Jason?”

He made a waring noise in his throat. “I have a friend who’s an Amazon, and she is…very fond of throwing and dropping me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Sounds like we’d get along spectacularly. She likes dropping you…I like throwing you out of windows…”

“That was one time. And you caught me when I was off-guard.”

“Uh huh, sure. You got your ass kicked by a sixteen-year-old and I think you’re just bitter.”

He grumbled at her. “Rub it in, why don’t you, doll.” She laughed and lowered them down; their feet hit the roof and he looked at it. “Wayne Enterprises? Why?”

She shrugged. “Cool tower…nice view.” She took a seat on the ledge, listening to him sit beside her.

He leaned over. “Almost romantic…don’t you think?”

(Y/N) eyed him, seeing a goofy smile on his face; she snorted, shoving him lightly. “You’re cheesy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

She glanced back at the water. “You know if this goes anywhere, my dad and your dad aren’t going to be happy.”

Jason snorted, nonchalantly replying, “Doll, there’s a few things I’m afraid of in life. Superman and Batman…are not those things.”

“Is that arrogance or confidence I hear coming through?”

He shrugged. “Probably a bit of both.”

(Y/N) smiled, then she felt his hand rest on hers, letting him link their fingers; she turned her face to him. “Is this the part where you tell me I’m beautiful and ask to kiss me?”

Jason grinned. “No, this is actually the part where I tell you you’re drop dead gorgeous…can I kiss you?”

She giggled, leaning in, and just before his lips brushed hers, she whispered, “You know I can kick your ass, right?”

He groaned. “Should I mention that strong women really do wonders to me?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and brought her free hand up, curling in his shirt. “Shut up and kiss me, Jason.”

“With pleasure.” His lips met hers, and she felt him bring his hand up, cupping her cheek. She pulled back ever-so-slightly, but he chased her, pressing his lips to hers again. He let go of her hand and brought his other hand up. He lowered her down until (Y/N)’s back was flat against the ledge; the chill from the stone made her arch her back off it, and press into his chest.

Jason pulled away slightly and smirked at her. “Cold?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “If you want to keep making out, jokes aren’t going to do the job.” He snorted at her and leaned forward again, intent on kissing her senseless when someone cleared their throat, startling them.

They sat up quick as lightning, turning in the direction of the sound. “I wondered where my daughter had flown off to.”

“Oh my god,” she hissed and covered her face with her hands. “Dad. C’mon…seriously?” Clark stepped onto the ledge and walked towards them.

Jason leaned down, whispering, “Is he going to throw me off the ledge?”

This made her giggle despite trying not to and she shoved him. “Shut up, Jason.”

He grinned at her and rose from his position, standing in front of her father. “Mister Kent.”

“That’s my daughter.”

“Oh, I know it is. I still remember how she threw me out of a building a few years ago. I get teary thinking about it.”

The corner of Clarks mouth rose, but then dipped back down, and (Y/N) stood up. “Dad, I’m nineteen. This whole, ‘daddy’s little girl can’t date’ bit, is getting old.” A hurt look crossed his face and she stepped forward, taking his hand. “To you, I’ll always be your little girl, dad. But sooner or later you’ve gotta come to grips with me dating and having…mature relationships.”

Clark held her gaze, then glanced at Jason who grinned and gave a thumbs up. “Does it have to be one of his kids? I mean if it’s going to be, I like Tim.”

“Ew, gross. Tim’s my best friend.”

“What about Dick?”

“Nice butt, but he and Kori are dating.” She paused and smiled at him. “The only one left is Jason, dad.”

Clark eyed Jason once more, then Jason offered, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m slightly afraid of your daughter.”

He sighed. “Thank you, Jason. I can tell.” Turning to her, he cupped her cheek. “It feels like yesterday I was bringing you home for the first time.”

“Dad…stop…we don’t need sentimentality right now.”

Clark hummed and smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead; he turned to Jason and leveled him with a hard look. “I don’t think I need to warn you about what happens if you make her sad.”

Jason gave him a mock salute. “Chances are I’ll be in ICU after I was thrown out a building.”

“Oh my god. Let that go.”

They laughed, and Clark rose from the rooftop. “I’ll need to get back to the party. Don’t do anything crazy.”

They waved him off and (Y/N) turned to Jason. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

He nodded. “There’s a pizza shop down the block from here.”

“Sounds great.” (Y/N) rose a few feet off the roof when she heard a cough behind her.

She spun around and looked down at Jason. “Doll…I don’t know if you know this…but I can’t fly.”

“Whoops. My bad.” She lowered back onto the rooftop and held out her arm.

He walked into it and wrapped an arm around her waist, then tipped his head to her. “Up, up, and away.”

(Y/N) snorted as she rose. “You’re still cheesy, Jason.”

The grip on her waist tightened as he murmured, “I know.”

[ericspinkhair]

wedding fun

pairing: dom!eric, dom!sunwoo x sub! reader (no gender specified but has a vagina)

word count: 2.7k

synopsis: it’s Changmin’s sister’s wedding and his younger sibling gets super drunk and loses their virginity to Eric and Sunwoo

a/n: please send in requests!

y/s/n = your sister’s name

pt. 2

masterlist + requests

Tears were welling up as you saw your beautiful sister walk down the aisle, holding onto your dad’s arm. She looked absolutely stunning with her dark hair in a fancy updo and the silver makeup shimmering on her face. Her eyelids were painted a lovely purple and the exact same color could also be found on all the bridesmaids’ dresses. After all, it was her favorite color.

Y/s/n took the hands of her very-soon-to-be-husband and looked him deep in the eyes. Everyone in the room could see the love these two had for each other. You were wondering whether you would ever be able to find this kind of love in your life. This far you had been unsuccessful and being alone scared you. But being an idol also made having a significant other very difficult so you love would not be an option for a long time.

Immersed in your own thoughts, you were taken by surprise when you heard “I do’’ already coming out of your sisters mouth.

“And do you, Kim Hanseob, take y/s/n as your beloved wife and promise to stay by her side until death do you part?’’ The room was filled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to answer. You swore to god if he didn’t say yes you’d haunt him down and make sure to kick him there where it really - “I do,” he said and before the priest could continue he had already cupped your sister’s face and planted a passionate kiss on her lips.

You could feel tears running down your cheeks and tried to wipe them away. Your eyes met your brother's, Changmin, who also appeared to be crying and he flashed you a big smile. You grinned back.

Then your gaze fell onto your fellow members who were applauding loudly and cheering. Both your and Changmin's group were invited to sing later. That's why Changmin was sitting with his ten friends/co-workers/members in the audience and, on top of that, six girls were waiting for you there as well. You stood up there in your purple dress near your sister as you had the honor of being the bridesmaid (ever since you were little you had made it very clear that that position would be yours and threatened your sister with various horrifying scenarios in case she chose someone else).

After everyone gave heartbreaking speeches, it was time to dance and get wasted. At least that was what seemed to be planned for you. During your sister’s speech, she told everyone to get you drunk. Apparently that was her biggest wish for the night and only after that could she truly be happily married. You had turned twenty not even two months ago (Korean age) and are now a legal adult who could do adult things like drinking. The first glass was handed to you by Changmin who would not answer what kind of liquor it was and maybe half an hour later you felt quite tipsy.

Y/s/n had requested you to sing ‘Always By Your Side’ (her favorite b-side of your group) so that’s what your group performed. After that The Boyz sang ‘Break Your Rules’ and, surprisingly, Changmin’s friend Sunwoo seemed to be the most into it. Maybe it was the alcohol but you couldn’t stop staring at his luscious lips and pretty smile. His positive energy spread like a virus and the corners of your mouth wouldn’t go down.

Just as you had finished your seventh glass, another one was held right in your face.

“Having fun?” Eric teased you as you took a couple of big sips and smiled contentedly. You had never realized how beautiful this man was. His sharp jawline and divinely carved nose seemed to catch your attention. Gosh, has he always been this attractive? Noticing the slight blush on your cheeks, Eric smirked at you.

You danced a little bit together and just jammed out to the music. You tried not to look at him in fear you might not be able to take your eyes off of him. You had always sworn that Changmin’s friends were off limits. Especially his members. But it wasn’t your fault that he had decided to look so damn fine in his suit today.

Suddenly someone tapped you on your shoulder and when you turned around you saw a fine as hell looking Sunwoo smiling brightly at you two. He was holding a tray with shots and handed them to you. Y’all linked arms and downed the liquor. Since you've had multiple glasses already, you didn’t even really feel the burn in your throat anymore.

You did silly dances like the floss or copied the point dance of ‘Shine’ by Pentagon. Then the music took a different direction and suddenly ‘Whiplash’ by NCT127 was blasting through the speakers. Now you had to adjust your dancing accordingly. Eric and Sunwoo came a lot closer and you could feel their breaths on your face and neck. Not really caring anymore you gave in and moved your body to the rhythm. One of the boys was grinding from the front and one from the back and you could feel something hard poking you from both sides. You ground your body on the two boys and were enjoying how their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Only as Sunwoo started placing wet kisses on your neck did you become aware of your surroundings again. You quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring but the rest seemed to be equally as drunk and immersed in their own stuff. Changmin was having a dance contest with one of your members and Kevin was twerking on the side.

You let out a moan as Eric sucked a hickey on your collar bone. Not wanting them to stop but also being kind of embarrassed at being in a public space, it took you all of your restraint to groan out a “we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“Wanna go somewhere more private?” wasn’t necessarily the response you had expected. The suggestion had come from Eric who was now caressing your sides while coming dangerously close to your chest. At this point Sunwoo was humping your butt from behind. Your panties were soaked and you were rubbing your legs. Your whole body was screaming to say yes and leave with these two sexy men.

“I know a perfect place here where we can take good care of you. Do you want us to spoil you, baby? We can make you feel so good. You’ll be screaming our names all night. Do you want that?” Sunwoo whispered into your ear. At this proposition you nodded eagerly and the alcohol in your system made your head spin. The triumph was visible in Eric’s face and he took you by your hand and led you away.

As soon as the door to the hall closed, Sunwoo spun you around and crashed his lips onto yours. Your inexperience was overpowered by your intoxicated state of mind. The alcohol seemed to take over and your mouth and tongue moved on their own.

“As much as I would like to join you, we need to go quickly before someone sees us,” Eric urged you and you parted in dismay. The venue your sister had rented for the wedding was huge and you found yourself locked in a room on the fourth floor, far far away from the rest (most importantly from Changmin).

The beautiful purple dress was now lying somewhere in a corner (but you made sure they took it off carefully) and your bra was nowhere in sight. Pressed against the wall both of your nipples were being taken care of by the two boys. Someone was biting, someone was licking and it all felt like heaven. Sunwoo’s thigh in between your legs prevented you from rubbing your legs together but you still got a good amount of friction and rubbed yourself on his muscle.

“Who knew that y/n could be so horny? My leg is completely wet from your pussy.”

“Then take your pants off,” you contered, not knowing what exactly came over you. Sunwoo, as well as Eric, wasted no time in discarding their pants and underwear and left you staring at the two most beautiful dicks you had ever seen. And also the first ones. You didn’t move, not really knowing what to do. They must have noticed too as they each took your hand and led it to their cocks. They slowly guided your hands up and down their shafts. After a while they let go and you rubbed a bit quicker, enjoying the effect you had on them.

The logical next step was to suck so you knelt down. First, you let your tongue taste Sunwoo’s tip and he let out a heavy sigh. Feeling more confident, you started by licking up his shaft before wrapping your mouth around the head. It was big and tasted a bit salty but it felt so good knowing that you were bringing pleasure to this pretty boy.

“Baby, do you want to taste me too?” asked Eric and you switched. Now you were sucking Eric’s length and stroking Sunwoo. Eric let out small moans and grabbed your hair tightly. You looked up at him and admired his physique (you hadn’t noticed that they had taken off their shirts).

They took turns using your mouth and even started gently thrusting and you were a bit overwhelmed with how thick they were. Eric’s pumps were getting quicker but suddenly pulled out. Did you do something wrong?

“Fuck, y/n! You’re going to make me come already. We haven’t even shown you the real thing.” Sunwoo helped you stand up and then pulled your panties down. He picked you up and lay you down on the bed. Before you could register anything happening, you suddenly felt something very wet connecting with your heat. Sunwoo had licked a strip up your pussy. Your body arched as he sucked on your clit, the sensation feeling overwhelming.

“Look how sensitive y/n is. I wonder how our baby will react when we put our dicks inside.”

“I’m a virgin!” you suddenly blurt out. You weren’t sure why you told them but it probably wasn’t wrong to let them know.

“That’s okay, baby,” Eric responded while Sunwoo began fucking you with his tongue, “We’ll take good care of you.”

Sunwoo moved to the side and Eric took his place in between your thighs. He then planted a big kiss on your lips as he pushed one finger inside. The sensation felt a bit foreign. Of course you had fingered yourself before but having someone else do it was very different. Instead of going super fast like you had expected, he took his time. It was easy to adjust and soon you felt another finger at your entrance.

Your pussy took the second digit in as well but this time the discomfort was more noticeable. Apparently it was also visible on your face because Sunwoo began exchanging wet kisses with you and massaged your nipples as a distraction. He mumbled soft praises against your mouth, telling you how good you were being.

“I think y/n is ready,” Eric said after a while. You had been approaching your climax and felt a bit disappointed.

“You do have condoms, right?” you asked a bit panicked, remembering that you were not on the pill. Sunwoo stood up and picked out condoms from their pants. He held them up while smirking at you. Seems like they came prepared.

Once you felt more comfortable, you gave him a nod and he started moving. Sunwoo began very slowly but as you started showing signs of pleasure he increased his speed. He was placing hickeys all over your collarbone and neck and you were tugging at his hair. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see Eric watching you while stroking himself, patiently waiting for his turn. Slowly Sunwoo’s breaths and thrusts started becoming sloppier and then, while moaning out your name, he came hard in his condom.

Sunwoo rolled the condom over his hard penis and aligned himself at your entrance. He stroked your face.

“You have nothing to worry about. Try to relax.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as if to tell him that you were going to be just fine. He kissed you deeply as he pushed in. The sensation felt overwhelming so you grabbed onto Sunwoo’s arms. He held still while trying to distract you with kisses.

He was trying to catch his breath but Eric left him no time and pushed him aside. Without any hesitation, he shoved his dick right into you and began pumping. He started with an already high speed so you felt quite a strong sensation from the start. He held you by your hips and kept a fast pace. Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure as he was fucking you hard. It didn’t hurt, it was like waves of pleasure were running over you. Since he had already jerked off when Sunwoo had had his turn, he didn’t last as long as the other boy did.

“Can I come on you?” he asked you as he picked up the speed even more. Barely being able to respond you slightly nodded and he suddenly pulled out. He took off the condom, stroked his throbbing length a few times and then shot his load all over your body. Some landed on your belly, some on your tits and some even on your face. Eric let out stuttering groans as he unloaded his cum onto you. Thinking you were done, you tried to get up but was quickly pushed back down onto the mattress.

“You didn’t come yet,” Eric stated matter-of-factly. He lowered his face to your heat and started lapping. You felt very sensitive and gasped in surprise when you felt Sunwoo playing with your clit. Damn, these boys definitely knew what they were doing. Like this, you came closer and closer to your high. At this point you were sure that you were screaming a lot but didn’t know whether anyone could comprehend your words. Feeling that you were almost there, Sunwoo and Eric picked up their pace and, not long after, your eyes rolled back into your head and darkness took over.

Your orgasm was very intense and wet. After your body had finished, you felt very weak and exhausted but satisfied. Not really being able to open your eyes again you just lay there. You barely noticed the boys cleaning you up before sleep overtook you.

You woke up feeling extremely sore in between your legs. Opening your eyes was tough but when you did you wished you hadn’t. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. First of all, you were completely naked and so were the two boys next to you. Even worse was that these were your brother’s members, the only people you had sworn to avoid any romantic (let alone sexual) contact with. Your head was also hurting and you felt like throwing up. So this is what alcohol did to you.

Sunwoo and Eric seemed to be still sleeping so you just quickly dressed yourself and ran out of the room. How do you even deal with this kind of situation? Now you had to avoid Sunwoo and Eric for the rest of your life and also had to keep a big secret from Changmin. If he ever found out you’d be dead but what would happen to the two guys who had fucked you seemed to be an even worse fate. You felt kind of dirty having been used by two men but at the same time it had felt so good. You even came and that amount of pleasure was something you had never felt before. Sadly, this kind of scenario could only ever happen again in your dreams.