#that coffee shop au thing THAT IS TAKING CONTROL OF MY LIFE

[clairoscharm]

you're my bestfriend

pairing : ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings : childhood bsf!ew, fluff fluff fluff, not sure what to feel abt this but wtv!, friends to lovers, mentioned of abby being in a rs w @r3starttt , modern au, college au! uhmmm that’s it? OH MENTIONED OF OWEN AS WELL

credits : @anitalenia @fawniiky @cafekitsune

✉️ : this is a draft or repost but i rewritten it :)

DAILY CLICK

DON’T BUY TLOU

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

The friendship between you and Ellie began when you were twelve.

It all started with a school project, an awkward pairing that felt like a chore at first. But as the two of you began working together, it quickly became clear that this was something special. You laughed over shared jokes, stumbled through awkward silences, and discovered you could lean on each other even during the chaos of adolescence.

By the time the middle school ended, your bond had become unshakable. Ellie wasn’t just a friend; she was a constant—a partner in crime, your confidant, your people.

That was years ago, back when everything felt a little simpler. Now, you were both in college, sharing a new chapter of life together. Time had only strengthened the connection between you. Through exams, messy dorm rooms, and late-night cramming sessions, Ellie remained the person who felt most like home.

When the winter break rolled around, there was no question where you’d spend it: back in Jackson, at your childhood house. The two-week Christmas and New Year holiday was the perfect excuse to escape campus life and dive into the traditions you and Ellie had built over the years.

One of the traditions you two built over the years was having regular sleepovers. These weren’t just casual, one-off events but rituals that kept your friendship alive, vibrant, and full of the joys that come with shared memories.

The two of you used to stay up until the small hours playing video games, binge-watching movies you’d seen countless times, and gossiping about everything from celebrities to the drama unfolding in your social circles.

Whether it was at her place or yours, sleepovers were a haven of connection.

This time, it was at your house.

—

The living room was alive with the sounds of laughter and playful bickering. The floor was strewn with takeout boxes and empty soda cans, remnants of a feast that fueled your gaming marathon. The TV cast a soft, flickering light across the room as you and Ellie faced off in a video game.

“Ha! Take that!” Ellie crowed, slamming her controller buttons with exaggerated glee.

“Don’t get cocky,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at the screen. “This isn’t over.”

Despite your competitive banter, there was an ease to the moment that felt like second nature. It was the kind of night where time blurred, where everything else faded into the background.

As you reached for a slice of leftover pizza, a thought popped into your head. You paused the game, grinning mischievously. “Wait, oh my god. I forgot to tell you something!”

Ellie raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “Oh no. What now?”

“It’s not bad,” you said, your grin widening. “Just some campus drama you missed.”

Ellie smirked, leaning back on her hands. “Well, don’t hold out on me. Spill.”

You set down the pizza and leaned in, lowering your voice as if you were sharing top-secret intel. “Okay, so you know Abby Anderson, right?”

“Duh,” Ellie replied. “Big, intimidating, kind of broody? Hard to miss her. What about her?”

“She’s seeing this girl, Renee—you’ve probably seen her around. She’s an art student and works at the campus coffee shop.”

“Oh yeah, she’s sweet,” says Ellie, nodding. “Always remembers my order. What happened?”

“Well,” you continued, leaning in like you were about to share state secrets, “Abby introduced Renee to her team after practice the other day. And guess who decided to make things awkward?”

Ellie tilted her head. “Owen?”

“Ding, ding, ding,” you said, clapping your hands together. “Apparently, he was making these weird, personal jokes about Abby and Renee. But here’s the best part—Renee shut him down. Like, stone cold. I wish I could’ve seen it.”

Ellie's jaw dropped, and she let out a laugh. “Renee? Quiet, coffee-shop Renee? She shut Owen down?”

“Yup," you said, popping the “p” for emphasis.

"Abby looked like she wanted to high-five her right there. Owen just kind of slunk off after that. It was amazing.”

“I need to start hanging out at practice,” Ellie joked, shaking her head. “But what’s up with Owen? I thought he and Mel were a thing.”

“They were,” you said, her tone shifting slightly. “Till Mel broke it off last month. She said he was too focused on himself and not enough on, well, everything.”

“Yikes,” she muttered. “That's tough, hope she's okay though.”

You nodded your head in agreement, then smirked. “Okay, your turn. Any juicy updates from your side of campus?”

She thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Oh! Dina and Jesse—there was this whole misunderstanding last week, but they worked it out, and now they’re even stronger.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Misunderstanding? What happened?”

“Well,” Ellie started, “Jesse had been spending a lot of time at the library with Cat—”

“Cat? Isn’t she like….gay?” you interrupted, your tone suspicious.

“Yes, but—,” she said, waving you off. “They were working on a group project for their media studies class. But Dina didn’t know that at first, and when she saw them together, she thought something was up.”

You winced. “Oof. That must’ve been a fun conversation.”

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding. “Dina confronted Jesse about it, and he immediately cleared everything up. He even invited her to join them at the library so she could see for herself.”

You smiled, her expression softening. “Aww, classic Jesse. That guy would probably walk through fire for her.”

“Exactly,” Ellie agreed. “Dina felt bad for jumping to conclusions, but Jesse was super understanding about it after they talked it out."

"It’s nice to see a couple that actually, you know, communicates.”

Ellie chuckled, tossing a fry at you. “What a concept, huh?”

“Right?” you said, laughing as you tossed the fry back at her.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, the hum of the television filling the room again. Ellie stretched out her legs, resting her head against the beanbag as she glanced at you.

“What about you?” she asked, her tone casual but curious. “Anything new in your world?”

You shook your head, leaning back. “Not really. My life’s basically a drama-free zone, which, honestly, I’m okay with.”

Ellie gave you a lopsided grin. “You’re lucky. The rest of us are out here living in a soap opera.”

“Yeah,” you teased, “But where would you be without my advice and impeccable commentary?”

Ellie laughed, her voice warm and easy. “Nowhere. You’re basically my rock, you know that?”

Her words made you pause, but before you could respond, she reached for another fry, casually throwing it into her mouth as though she hadn’t just made your heart skip a beat.

No matter how chaotic campus life, or Ellie’s stories gets, moments like this grounded you. With Ellie, it always felt like home.

A thick comforter lay sprawled over both of your legs, its soft fabric a welcome barrier against the cold. You shifted slightly, the rustle of the blanket mingling with the distant creaks of the house settling, a reminder of the quiet world outside this cocoon of warmth.

As you reached for a slice of leftover pizza, Ellie adjusted her position, her socked feet brushing against yours beneath the blanket. You didn’t say anything, but the small, familiar gesture made your chest tighten with an unspoken comfort.

In the brief pause between rounds, the room felt quieter.

The hum of the heater in the corner created a steady background rhythm, joined occasionally by the faint groan of the pipes. Outside, the faint whistle of wind against the windowpanes added to the serene atmosphere, as if the world itself were settling in for the night.

Ellie stretched her arms above her head, yawning loudly. “Okay, okay, I need a break. My hands are cramping,” she said, dropping her controller onto the couch beside her with a soft thud.

“You mean you’re tired of losing,” you teased, earning a playful shove in return.

“Keep talking, and I’m taking the last slice of pizza,” she shot back, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Ellie grabbed the remote and turned it off with a click. The sudden quiet felt startling at first, but the soft hum of the heater and the occasional creak of the house quickly filled the silence.

You glanced around the room—pillows and blankets were scattered across the couch and the floor, remnants of the makeshift sleepover setup you'd thrown together earlier in the night. The couch wasn’t big enough for both of you to sleep on comfortably, so you’d decided to make the floor a cozy nest instead.

Ellie flopped down on the pile of blankets with a dramatic sigh, her arm draping over her face. “I’m never going to move again,” she declared, her voice muffled by the fabric.

You laughed softly, tossing another pillow down beside her. “Good. That means I get the better blanket.”

Ellie peeked out from under her arm, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Over my dead body.”

Despite the mock protests, you handed her the thicker blanket before crawling onto the floor beside her. You stretched out on your back, the soft layers of the blanket beneath you cushioning the hardwood floor.

“God, I love nights like this,” she murmured, her voice low but content.

You nodded, leaning back into the couch. “Yeah. It’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

The world outside might have been cold and distant, but here, wrapped in the warmth of shared laughter and quiet moments, everything felt right.

Ellie shifted beside you, lying on her side and propping her head up with her hand. “Do you ever feel like the floor is weirdly more comfortable than a bed sometimes?” she mused, her voice soft, almost thoughtful.

“Not really,” you replied, turning your head to meet her gaze. “But it feels… different. Like we’re kids again.”

Ellie smiled faintly, her expression softening. “Yeah, I guess it does.”

The quiet between you wasn’t awkward. It never was. Instead, it was filled with the subtle sounds of your shared presence—the rustle of blankets as Ellie adjusted her position, the faint sound of her breathing as she stared at the ceiling.

Eventually, you turned onto your side, facing her. The space between you felt impossibly small, your fingers just brushing hers where they rested on the blanket.

“Ellie,” you said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“You’re my best friend,” you said casually, your voice quiet but sincere.

She looked up at you, her brow raised slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

“Of course,” you replied, chuckling as you leaned back against the stack of pillows. “You’re like the best part of my life, Ellie.”

She grinned, setting her phone down beside her. “Right back at you. You’re stuck with me, you know?”

You both shared a laugh, the kind of laugh that felt natural and familiar. But as the sound faded, a brief silence stretched between you, and you couldn’t help but wonder—would things be different if she were more than just your best friend?

The thought crept into your mind like it always did, sneaking in during quiet moments like this. Whether it was the way her laugh made your chest feel light or how her presence turned even the most mundane nights into something special, the idea lingered.

Ellie rolled onto her back, her shoulder brushing against yours as she got comfortable. The soft rustle of the blankets and the hum of the heater filled the room as the house settled into the quiet hours of the night.

You let your eyes close, but the lingering thought of what if stayed with you, weaving its way through your dreams as sleep finally took over.

The quiet night enveloped the both of you, and in the peaceful cocoon of the living room, everything felt like it was exactly where it was meant to be—for now.

—

The next morning, as sunlight poured through the blinds, casting golden beams across the room, you found yourself back in the kitchen, preparing tea. You didn’t know it yet, but this was the start of something new—a chapter where the line between friendship and love began to blur in ways that felt as natural as breathing.

The faint whistle of a teapot came from the kitchen, pulling Ellie from her slumber. She stretched like a cat, groaning quietly as her body protested against the familiar couch cushions. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through the curtains.

The house smelled of tea, the aroma pulling her to her feet.

Ellie was so familiar with your routines by now that nothing surprised her anymore. She knew that mornings were your sanctuary. From the way you’d groggily reach for your phone, squinting at the screen, to the way you’d lounge in bed for a few extra minutes before getting up to make tea and soak in the quiet beauty of the day.

Padding into the kitchen, Ellie found you standing by the counter, the steam from the teapot swirled lazily around you, and the sight made her pause for a moment. She always thought you looked effortlessly beautiful, but something about that moment felt different.

Your hair was loosely behind your ears, framing your face, and your posture relaxed as you waited for the tea to steep. You were humming—some song she couldn’t quite place—but the sight and sound of you in the morning light made Ellie’s chest ache with something she didn’t quite know how to name.

"Morning," you said, your voice warm with the remains of sleep.

Ellie slid into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, still rubbing the last traces of sleep from her eyes. "Morning. You're up early."

You laughed lightly. "Early? It’s almost nine."

She chuckled, leaning back in her seat. "Fair point. Making tea again, huh?"

You nodded, lifting an eyebrow at her. "Want some?"

Normally, she’d say no. She wasn’t much of a tea drinker and often teased you about your near-religious devotion to it. But today, for reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she hesitated.

"Yeah," she said suddenly, surprising even herself. "Sure. Why not?"

You froze mid-pour, turning to her with a raised brow. "You? Tea? Are you feeling okay?"

Ellie shrugged nonchalantly, though her voice betrayed a hint of curiosity. "Don’t make it a thing. Just figured I’d try it since you’re so obsessed."

You smirked but said nothing, turning back to pour her a cup.

The kitchen was quiet save for the clink of mugs and the soft whistle of the kettle, and Ellie found herself watching you again, noticing the way the sunlight played on your features.

The moment felt oddly significant. As Ellie leaned against the chair, watching you prepare the tea, she noticed the way the sunlight caught strands of your hair, the way your movements were careful and precise, as though this simple act was its own form of artistry.

Ellie found herself smiling.

"How come you want to try it today?" you asked, breaking the silence.

She shrugged again, her fingers idly scratching behind the ears of one of your pets who had wandered into the kitchen. "I don’t know," she said softly. "Just felt like it."

You nodded and smiled at her before grabbing a container that has ‘Sugar’ written on it.

Knowing Ellie’s aversion to bitter drinks, you added two and a half sugar of full spoon into her tea before mixing it. As you stirred, you felt her gaze on you, uncharacteristically focused.

Ellie’s gaze lingered on you longer than usual. The scene felt timeless, almost nostalgic, as if it had happened before and would happen again countless times.

"I want to live with you forever one day," Ellie said suddenly, her voice quiet but steady.

You froze, the words taking you back to when she had said the exact same thing years ago. Back then, it had been a lighthearted comment, something tossed into the air during one of your late-night talks. But now, there was a weight to her tone that hadn’t been there before.

A blush crept across your cheeks, but you smiled nonetheless. "Let’s do that somewhere in the future, yeah?"

When you handed her the mug, she caught the faintest smile on your lips. Your fingers brushed briefly, and Ellie felt a warmth that wasn’t just from the tea.

The two of you moved to the living room, settling onto the couch with your steaming mugs. The morning sunlight spilled into the room, wrapping everything in a gentle glow. It was one of those rare moments of absolute serenity.

Ellie took the mug, cradling it in her hands as the warmth seeped into her skin. She hesitated for a moment before taking a sip. The sweetness hit her first, then the floral notes of the tea. It wasn’t bad.

"Not terrible," she admitted, her voice laced with surprise.

"High praise," you teased, grinning as you leaned back on the couch.

Ellie shook her head, smiling despite herself. "What’s your secret?"

Leaning closer, you whispered as though sharing a sacred truth. "I add a little extra sugar. Don’t tell anyone though, it’s our secret."

Ellie chuckled, her grin widening. "My lips are sealed."

The room fell into a comfortable silence again as you both sipped your tea. For you, the moment felt like something out of a dream.

You had always imagined a life like this—peaceful mornings with someone you loved, sharing quiet moments over a warm cup of tea or coffee. You’d daydreamed about it as a teenager, envisioning a cozy home filled with the soft sounds of laughter, the pitter-patter of pets (or maybe even with kids around), and the kind of love that felt like warm, cozy, slow, like home.

Ellie knew about those dreams. You’d shared them with her years ago, during one of your late-night talks. She had always admired how clear you were about what you wanted in life.

As you sat there, sipping your tea, you found your thoughts drifting. Ellie was so deeply embedded in your life, in your heart, that imagining a future without her felt impossible. And yet, the idea of wanting her in a romantic sense felt like a line you shouldn’t cross.

Ellie broke the silence, her voice soft but filled with meaning. "You know what this reminds me of?"

You turned to her, tilting your head slightly. "What?"

"Back when we were teenagers, you told me about your dream life," she said, her eyes locking onto yours. "And this… this feels like it. Like the future you described."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"And honestly," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want it to be me."

The words hung in the air, weighty and electric.

"You… you want it to be you?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Ellie nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yeah. I’ve wanted it to be me for a long time."

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. Emotions swirled within you—surprise, joy, and an overwhelming sense of belonging.

"I want it to be you too," you admitted, your voice soft but certain.

Ellie’s smile was radiant, and she reached out to place her hand over yours.

"I meant what I said earlier," she confessed. "In the kitchen. And years ago."

Your heart swelled as you realized this moment was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

Sometimes, the simplest things—a cup of tea, a quiet morning, the soft glow of sunlight—can carry the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. This moment, this connection, felt like coming home.

You had always dreamed of this life, and now, you were finally living it, with Ellie by your side.

Together, and perhaps, it’s a forever kind of thing.

© clairoscharm 2024

[forcemeanakin]

Right where you left me.

•WARNINGS: Angst. Situationship. May trigger people with abandonment issues or that have intimacy problems. Not technically cheating, but it may be triggering. Anakin's a douche bag.

Pairing: au!Anakin Skywalker x you!reader.

Summary: Anakin decides to pursue things outside of your relationship, breaking your heart in the process.

Word count: 1.7k.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao.

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You ran into the coffee shop, in a hurry, which is a normal state for you and your continuous tardiness. “Fuck.” You muttered under your breath as you forced the door open with unnecessary strength. 

Anakin must’ve been waiting for half an hour now. 

On your tippy toes, you scanned the room, looking for the golden curls to stand out from a booth. 

Bingo. 

Trying to hide your excitement, you rushed to the table where your -relatively- new thing was waiting for you. You cursed your bag for making so much noise and told yourself off for packing so much shit. Maybe there was no need to bring all the stuff with you, but you couldn’t help yourself in your excitement to show Anakin all of the activities you had planned for you two and the remaining part of the summer. 

“Hey.” You whispered loud enough for him to listen to you, but your shortness of breath didn’t go unnoticed by him. He gave you a toothless smile as you sat down in front of him. “I’m sorry I’m late, I was at work and my manager-” You didn’t finish the sentence, instead, your face let him know everything he needed.

“Don’t sweat. I haven’t waited long. Five minutes to be exact.” He checked his phone carelessly. 

Oh. 

“Training ran long?” You hoped.

“Oh, no, just ran a little late.” He shrugged his shoulders. Like it was of no importance. 

At least you felt ashamed for being late. He didn’t seem to carry the same guilt.

Sometimes Anakin did this thing that stung your heart a little. His number one priority had always been him. And when you agreed to try things with him, you knew that was implied in the contract. Part of you had been hoping that you were going to be the reason that changed. 

So far, you had failed in your mission. 

“Oh, right.” You tried to fake a smile. 

“And how’s life outside of work, baby?” 

And just like that, your heart felt a little lighter and spark returned to your face. Especially when he reached out to hold your hand and play with your fingers. Especially when he used that nickname that you loved and you hadn’t heard in a while from his lips.

“It’s fine. My summer classes are always boring.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling at the end because he knew how much you hated to take extra courses. 

“I told you to give yourself some time off in the summer.” He raised his eyebrow.

“I know, I know…” You huffed. “Actually, I’ve been working on that.” You smiled, turning to your bag and taking some of the things you packed. 

Tickets for one of your favorite movies, that he insisted he wanted to watch with you. It made you smile so hard when he had proposed that plan, given that he was aware how much that franchise meant to you. 

You also took out some coins for the local fair, the one you two had walked by and promised to do that as your next date. 

The brand new control for your gaming console you had just bought to join him in video games because he said he wanted to share that without you. He seemed pretty excited to do that as an activity together and he even listed all of the games you might like. 

And right when you were about to take the keys of your summer house out, to hint him that you were ready to take the next step in your relationship, he stopped you. 

Anything intimate always made you nervous, even when you two were in the middle of it. It was a very vulnerable space for you and Anakin was your first in many things. It was normal for you to still be adapting to it. 

But you wanted to try. For you.

For him.

As a more experienced person than you, Anakin had needs. Needs that you sometimes failed to meet. That even though he was patient, you could feel how your lack of confidence sometimes bugged him. Not in an explicit manner, just… the occasional huff when he tried something experimental in bed or when you started to psych yourself out of the make out session. 

Any other person would have already left, but Anakin was your friend first and he was well aware of your uptight personality way before the two of you agreed to be friends with benefits. He knew what he was getting into and he was actually glad to help you experiment with that part of yourself you normally hid.

So your demonstration of being an organized and planning psycho was nothing new to him.

“Hey, hey…” He slowed you down, barely gazing the things on the table and fixing his eyes on yours. “Before you get started, I wanted to talk to you.”

His serious tone alerted you. But you weren’t surprised. Something inside of you had been alerting you all weekend. You thought it was your well-known anxiety. However, this felt unusual. Like his habitual ghosting and lack of response for the past few days meant different things this time.

“Sure.” You took a deep breath, trying to make it not so obvious. “Go ahead.” You nodded with a little smile trying to appear serene. 

“So, sorry for not replying to your texts this weekend. I was out in nature, thinking and connecting, you know?” He tilted his head, his eyes looking for some compassion out of you.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You rushed the words when the silence dipped between you two, part of it your fault because you were too worried with your sinking heart. 

You could understand a little impromptu retreat, you only wished it wasn’t right after you did some pretty intimate stuff back at your house. That last day you two crossed more boundaries than ever before. And even though you highly enjoyed it, his absence after that had you feeling nauseous, making you overthink and regret your decision of not giving him your virginity right in that opportunity. Maybe he would have shown more interest if you would have-

“So…Uhm… I think we should stop hanging out.” 

Your heart was down by your feet when he pronounced those words. You tried with all your soul to control your trembling hands that lied in between his palms so he didn’t notice how he was ripping you apart. Your irregular breath threatened to put you on blast but you managed to keep it on the low. 

“It’s not about you, seriously. I love hanging out with you and spending time with you, among other stuff.” He chuckled lightly, but instead of following his action, you released the breath you were holding. “But I’ve been talking to this girl and I just want to make sure that everything is working out with her. Emotionally.”

The sting in your eyes only grew bigger as you realized how embarrassing and heart shattering this moment was for you. Your cheeks felt hot and tight, something you tried hard to disguise with a breezy exterior. 

Like a flash, you remembered the day both of you talked about the rules of your agreement. You kicked yourself mentally when you reminisced of the moment where both of you agreed to let the other one know if they wanted to pursue something with someone else. You had said yes, in the expectation that his constant checking in on you and daily talks was enough proof of interest. Meaning that he would not be looking outside of your “situationship” .

And you agreed, because that was your case. You were interested enough. 

“You let me know if you want to see another guy, okay?”

You could almost laugh at such stupid idea. Didn’t he know?

“I think it’s better if we stop talking, so I can figure out things with her.” He scrunched his nose, like he was running out of words.

But how many words do you actually need to let someone know you don’t want them? He didn’t need much more. You’ve gotten the message. 

“It’s nothing definitive, but yeah… Let me know if you have any questions.” He gave you a side smile, still fidgeting with your frozen-in-place fingers. 

That took you out of the slow motion trance you were in. 

“Y-yeah, okay.” You took your hands out of his quickly, blinking quickly into realization. You started to rush everything back in your purse, screaming the word “Stupid!” over and over again in your head while you carried on with a calm expression. “Do not worry about me. No questions on my part. Thanks for letting me know.”

I guess.

“Totally agree with not talking anymore.” You finally stopped for a second after pushing all of the items on your tote bag. He seemed to be analyzing your expression in search of any sign of real approval, because your shy and cold body language wasn’t reassuring him. So you put on your bravest face and forced a smile. “I hope everything turns out great with her.” 

Speaking those words felt like hot iron was passing through your throat. 

He gave you an honest smile and got up, taking his jacket with him. “Thank you. And thanks for understanding.”

You stayed frozen in place, your purse on your lap with your hands clutching it so hard you could feel your nails through the fabric. You limited yourself to nodding quietly and letting the side of your mouth curve slightly up. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stay-” He began explaining his sudden escape. 

“Don’t be. Don’t worry about me. ” You dismissed. “I’ll just stay and have lunch.” You took the menu and fixed your gaze on the listed items, anything that wouldn’t be his eyes. 

He excused himself off the table politely, leaving you all alone and speechless. You glued your eyes to his back until he exited through the door, begging silently that he would turn around and say something else. Something that would pull you back into his life.

It seemed like that wasn’t his plan.

“I know I shouldn’t look for you for sexual stuff, but can I contact you for friend stuff?”

The text arrived that Saturday at 1am, 5 days later, erasing any progress you had done. 

The day of his usual drunken nights. 

Right around the time he used to get bored and there wasn't anything left to smoke. 

Exactly at the time he would always contact you. 

And you?

You were still at the restaurant. Unable to move.

Every day since that day. 

Right where he left you. 

[moonstruckme]

no cause I was thinking…. reckless driving by lizzy is so james coded!!! so I wanted to ask if you could write something inspired by it with reader being a bit insecure about loving him loudly and he’s just like a walking „I love my gf“ sign

ily I hope you are having a great day/night🫶🫶

Thanks for requesting, love you!

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s beginning to frighten you how often you think of James. One of your friends will make a joke and you’ll catch yourself trying to remember it for him, or you’ll see a cute dog and want to send him a picture, or you’ll overhear a conversation in public and wish he were with you to press in close to your ear and ask Did you hear that? 

It’s sort of pathetic, really, considering you’ve only been dating a few weeks. The last time you’d met up you talked about how much you both loved the thin oreos, and when you saw a pack in the store yesterday you’d almost bought it for him. Only the realization of how much your life has started to revolve around him stopped you. 

You can’t be acting like James’ girlfriend. You’re only dating. It’s not like you love him—though you could, definitely, in time. But if you start doing girlfriend things, he’s going to think you are his girlfriend, and things will spiral out too fast for you to stop them. You have to dole out your affection in measured doses. Careful, controlled. 

You feel James enter before you see him. He holds the door to the coffee shop open wide, letting another woman exit before he steps inside, and the cool air that comes in with him has you turning your head. 

James is smiling as soon as he sees you. It’s a seemingly perpetual thing for him, this expression. You’re tempted to look out the window to the sidewalk and see if he’s left a trail of sunshine in his wake. 

“Hey,” he says, sitting down across from you. “You look really lovely.” 

You look exceedingly normal, but you thank him for the compliment anyway. “So do you.” 

“Thanks,” James says easily, like he gets this all the time (he probably does) but appreciates it nonetheless. He starts to dig in the tote he’s hung on the back of his chair. “I’ve brought you something.” 

You start to protest, but he anticipates you. 

“It’s tiny, don’t worry. Here.” 

He slides something crinkly across the table. It’s a pack of thin oreos. 

“Oh, no way! I almost…” You look up, meeting James’ eyes as your brain catches up to your mouth. Too late, you’ve blurted. You can hardly roll it back now. “I almost got a pack for you the other day, too.” 

He doesn’t seem to take your insensitivity to heart. In fact, his eyes light up. “Really! That’s so funny.” His hand remains still on the table but his fingers stretch towards yours, the barest of touches. “It was nice of you to think of me.” 

Your heart slumps. “I’m sorry I didn’t get them for you, though,” you say. “We should share these ones.” 

“Nope.” James leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Those are all you, love. Say, have you had a look at the menu?” 

You wince. “I’ve already ordered, actually.” 

“That’s alright,” he says breezily. “Back in a sec.” 

He stands and gets in line, leaving you to contend with the semi-awkward silence of being in the same place yet not speaking. Right as he finishes ordering, the barista calls your name. James looks like he might grab your drink for you, but you meet him at the counter, thanking the barista as you take it. 

“No problem,” she says with a smile. “Love your outfit, by the way.” 

You fluster a bit at the compliment, a break from the typical coffee shop dialogue you were prepared for, but James wraps a friendly arm around your waist and beams right back at her. 

“She’s got great taste, doesn’t she?” he asks, and you manage to cast a quick thanks over your shoulder as he steers you back to the table. “See, it’s not just me that thinks you look especially pretty today.” 

“Oh, hush,” you say, taking your seat and looking down to stir your drink bashfully. “What’d you order?” 

“Irish cream latte. Limited edition, apparently.” 

“So, the sweetest thing on the menu.” 

The smile spreads on James’ face. It ebbs and flows like the tide, you think, never really leaving. “You know me so well.” 

The warmth in his voice makes your chest feel hollow and achy. James goes to such lengths to do nice things for you, to show you that he pays attention and thinks about you and cares, and yet when it comes to you he’s left settling for whatever scraps of affection he can get. 

“James…” Your tone reveals your shift in mood instantly, and James’ head straightens the way a dog’s ears perk when it hears something alarming. “You know I want to take things slow, right?” 

He nods, and when he speaks his voice is considerately softer. “Yeah, you’ve said. Do you think we’re—I’m moving things too fast right now?” 

“No, just,” you wet your lips, having some trouble looking at his face, “I don’t know, I feel like I’m not being as good as you deserve. You’re such a sweet person, and I think…sometimes I feel like maybe you’d be happier dating someone who could be more all-in. You know?” 

For a second, the silence is torture. Then: “Someone you’re trying to set me up with, sweetheart?” 

You look up in surprise, but James is smiling again. Softer, now. Almost tentative. You find yourself mirroring him reflexively. 

His knee bumps yours under the table. “I don’t mind moving slowly with you,” he says. 

“Are you sure?” you ask. “Because you seem like you’re ready for more.” And I don’t know if I can manage that yet. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He takes your hand in his, and his eyes are soft, sweet caramel. He looks almost like he could love you. “If I’m coming on too strong, you can tell me, but I care about you. It’s hard for me not to be all-in, but that doesn’t mean I’m expecting the same thing from you. You seem like a sane, well-adjusted person.” James nods seriously. “Something I could use, I’ve been told.” He tries to keep the poker face when you grin, but fails in half a second. 

“Okay.” You give his hand a little squeeze. “Let me know if you change your mind, okay?”

“I won’t,” he says certainly. “I always go for the sweetest thing on the menu, remember?” 

You take your hand back to cover your face, and James’ laughter echoes off the walls. 

[fancyfeathers]

Ykw I guess that make sense, i feel like its only easier since daughter!reader can push him around a little since they're the same age. It's honestly hard to say who has the best relationship since they all suck😭. If I was her I'd be able to handle him. Except DICK AND BRUCE. they are basically two sides of the same coin and it would drive me crazy. I wouldn't stay in the same room with them if I could. Nothing could convince me otherwise. Although, when mother and daughter get older does the relationship improve with any of them or does it all just spiral out of control?

I know eventually that the secret will come out that Bruce blackmailed mother!reader to get back together. I just KNOW daughter!reader will never let this go. She'd do everything she can to help her mom out. Call the Kent's? Call her crazy (ex?) court of owls boyfriend? Anything to get away from these psychos. Might as well call the whole justice league

Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

Honestly I think I am gonna place this in a Yandere!Justice League AU so like say if she did get out and told someone like Clark about what has happening, he’d just take her back to Gotham, “I believe this is yours”. Or if the Justice League found her, cue the next meeting were Bruce walks in to see his daughter in one of Hal’s constructs, an oversized hamster ball and just, “Hey Spooky, I think you lost this one, she tried to bite off my finger so she’s definitely yours.” This whole idea makes the thought of her becoming an anti-Batman/Justice League vigilante later in life even more funny.

On the other end of things…

One would think it would have improved over the years and in some cases it has, like by the time Daughter!Darling is a junior or senior in high school her mother has just sort of accepted there is no way in hell out of this for her and after that point her marriage is fairly normal or as normal as it can get. Meanwhile Daughter!Darling only grows more agitated as the years go on, and at the point where she is almost an adult she is in her extreme rebellious phase as they call it, but in actuality it is just her being a normal teenager.

Like she leaves after school with her friends or boyfriend (before she found out the truth) and hangs out with them and while her mother said it was alright, her father never did. Like I am just imagining her and her friend group, which is small all ready because Damian scares away most of everyone else, along with her boyfriend going out to grab coffee after school and Tim shows up, telling her friends that he has to take her home because there was an accident-

Bullshit, they were tracking her location and he’s come to drag her back to the manor.

This sort of thing happens every time she tries to do something away from them…

Dick came to pick her up from the ice skating rink.

Jason practically dragged her away before she could even get in her boyfriend’s car when he was going to take her out to the movies.

Even Stephanie has shown up when she was shopping with her friends for a dress for a date with her boyfriend (he had given her his credit card to pay for the dress), but that date never ended up happening.

It all comes down to a boiling point one day after school, Damian was sick and she had convinced Bruce that she was tutoring a student after school but instead she was in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car (you can probably guess what they were doing) since they have not spent time with each other in forever. She is cuddled up next to him and he finally asks…

“Is everything okay at home?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

She explains everything to him, well almost everything, right as she was about to reveal that her father is the Batman, there is a very loud knocking on the window of the car, and a very angry looking Dick Grayson was there, she had forgotten that he was going to pick her up from school. She pushes her boyfriend back when he tries to stop her from leaving but she tells him not to get involved right now.

The drive back with Dick is tense to say the least, he grips the steering wheel so tightly that you can practically hear the skin squeezing the leather. The worst part of it is that he calls Bruce in front of her and tells him everything…

“She had sex with a boy-“

“We didn’t go all the way-“

“You were half naked in his care, I- you have a bite mark on your neck- oh for fuck’s sake.”

When she gets home she is in huge trouble, even Stephanie and Cassandra, who normally somewhat take her side, are mad at her, so you can only imagine how fuming Bruce is at her. It is horrible for her to be sitting in the living room with everyone around her while they all yell at her and she barely gets the chance to talk.

“You are practically a child, what would make you think-“

“I turned eighteen a month ago!”

“I think you should have let me put that boy in his place when I first found them together, father.”

“Maybe she should stay with me in Blüdhaven for awhile.”

“No, we should keep her at the manor.”

“Really Timothy, and let her continue to let her to go to school with that boy who defiled her?”

“Damian, I was the one who-“

“We could confine her to her room until we find a better way to address her behavior.”

Then that is what happens, locked in her room twenty four hours a day, the definition of a prisoner in your own home. Every screen in the room has been taken out, cameras in her room, she eats by herself unless someone comes to join her, most books are taken away because they could be considered even mildly inappropriate, so literally all she can do is sleep, eat, shower, schoolwork that Damian brings her, and she could talk when one of them comes to see her but she really does not want to.

Meanwhile at school her boyfriend is fucking pissed at Damian and her boyfriend is one of the most influential people in that building, one of those pretty boys, so having him being mad at you isn’t a good thing…

Especially when his family are rather influential members of the Court of Owls.

His family holds enough influence to get Damian expelled from the school for his aggressive tendencies. His mother drags Mother!Darling off at galas and charity balls to join her circle of friends, most of which are members of the Court of Owls as well, and while Mother!Darling is drinking a glass of champagne and chatting, the boyfriend’s mother places a hand on her shoulder and gives her a smile…

“You know I am your friend, right? You can trust me with anything.”

Sooner or later something is bound to slip in the facade of a perfect family and when that happens everything becomes a clock, ticking away.

One night after everyone has left for patrol and the two darlings are getting ready for bed a few certain shadows slip into Wayne Manor. Now it may turn a few head in the court, sending out Talons to kidnap rather than kill, but it can be overlooked when one of them is going to be the fiancé of the heir of the Court’s most influential families.

Now this could end one of two ways…

The first of which is if the Bats get back in time, the alarms going off in the manor at the intrusion. Then by the end of it all Daughter!Darling is in the corner, crying and terrified, feeling horrible that her family was right all along about the boy she was dating, he was a horrible person. After that neither of them are left alone again, she moves rooms to share with Cassandra or maybe Stephanie, and not just share a room but share a bed, if something happens then they can’t waste a moment on reacting. Then someone is always with them, Bruce’s wife is stuck to his side during the day, being dragged along wherever he goes, then the youngest of the bunch has all of her siblings looking after her, wake up next to Cass, get dragged along by Damian after breakfast, forced cuddles from Dick (and Barbara if she is there) before lunch, Jason watching her during lunch to make sure she eats enough, watching movies with Stephanie in the afternoon, Tim keeping an eye on her while he reviews footage before dinner, and then when patrol rolls around one or two of them stays back to keep an eye on them.

Then the second outcome is if they don’t get there in time. They won’t wake up with the entire court present, no that is honestly far too intimidating and they certainly enemies of the court, but they do not wake up together either. Mother!Darling wakes up in an armchair in a sitting room, it is terrifying to see all of those friends at those galas she got dragged into all sitting there, laughing and talking like nothing was wrong, and then the boyfriend’s mother just smiling at her…

“Oh wonderful, you’re awake! I was worried you got hit too hard when you got knocked out.”

“W-what’s g-going on?”

“Oh yes, I suppose you would be scared, but you need not worry, I promise you that no one will harm you or your daughter again. Now that aside, would you like some wine? We have this one red wine that just came in from Italy that is absolutely divine.”

Meanwhile her daughter wakes up in a room that is not hers with her boyfriend next to her, holding that white owl mask, and he just smiles at her while she’s terrified because she thinks she was just kidnapped by her boyfriend who always felt too innocent to even get in a verbal argument with someone.

“Shh… don’t cry sweet thing, you’re safe now, nothing will ever hurt you or your mother again.”

[ordowrites]

Red

cw: modern day au!, mdni, minors dni, yandere, obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, manipulation, unhealthy relationships, sugar baby dynamics, afab reader, marking, biting, allusions to sex. i do not condone anything in this story. unbeta'd.

Her favorite color of lipstick is red, it stains your skin every time she kisses you, amongst all the purple marks she insists on leaving on your skin where you can't hide it. Arlecchino is never quite satisfied when it comes to marking up your skin, and you're pretty sure she's just a few steps away from finding a way to permanently mark you. She, at least, has some need for privacy because you aren't on your knees in public for her.

It started off as a simple exchange - she would pay you to go to dinner with her, accompany her to different places, you could finally afford rent so long as you gave yourself in return. A beautiful, rich woman like her could have anyone she wanted but she chooses to indulge and spoil you instead. If you want the expensive dress you've been staring at for a few days, well, all you have to do is simply ask. Of course, this isn't free.

"You're very lucky," your friends say with slight envy. "You don't even have to work anymore." And you don't tell them that your relationship with her means you're no longer allowed to date anyone, and you're pretty sure she has ties to criminal organizations so you can't really leave her. And now, you really can't, not when you're free of debt at the small expense of your past life.

She isn't so controlling that you can't go out anywhere, but she is certainly with you. All of the time. You've elected to never really go out with your friends anymore, not when she tells you that she thinks so and so is just using you, and "you should consider doing something else that isn't getting drunk at a bar" and little, subtle nitpicks about the company you keep. You've slowly weaned out your friend group until there's very few left, and all your contacts are people she knows and approves of.

Arlecchino buys you coffee from your favorite coffee shop, the way you like it, and softly kisses you with those bright red lips, leaving some of her lipstick smudged on you.

The two of you are getting ready for some party with a colleague that Arlecchino hates - Pierro, you think vaguely - and it's a very big, lavish and important thing so of course, it takes all day to get read for. You are more like a pet for her to show off than a companion these days.

You're dressed in that lovely dress you wanted - she had picked the color, because of course she did. Your hair is styled the way she likes it, your make up about complete. Arlecchino sits next to you, her striking eyes peering right into your soul as she frowns, clearly dissatisfied with your current get up.

"Is...something wrong?"

"No." she says, after a moment as she reaches for a tube of lipstick, uncapping it. With her other hand, she gently but firmly grips your face and gently paints your lips with her favorite red. Arlecchino's favorite color is red, you remind yourself, trying to ignore the way your skin crawls and the desire to flee from the room.

"I just think you look lovelier in red, my dearest."

[sky-kiss]

Pinned Post: Guess I Should Make One

I mean, it's a Trash House. But I probably shouldn't have just like...a bunch of loose fic just rolling around the blog. I'm going to try and keep this updated but. I mean. You and I both know I won't.

Long Fic:

Sex, Death & the Infinite Void - Chapter 1 - Sky_kiss - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

My ongoing fic, focused on Raphael's attempted conquest of the Hells. Things have not gone as smoothly as anticipated. He comes to the Dark Urge after death and makes a deal. Team Theater Kid does its best to navigate deals with Archdevils, start a cult, Joi's father manifesting in her life. Etc.

I Don't Think About You Anymore (But I Don't Think About You Any Less) - Chapter 1 - Sky_kiss - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Ok, it's not long. A two-part fic in a sad times AU, where Raphael offered a Dark Urge a place as his consort. She refuses him. They have a terrible relationship (it gets better?)

Hell In Your Eyes - Sky_kiss - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

Raphael has a bad dream. He wants to feel in control again. So, he bangs his duchess. That's it. That's the fic. I lied. This is now a smut compilation fic.

Second Nature to Me Now - Chapter 1 - Sky_kiss - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

This is an unholy amalgamation of Baldur's Gate and My Fair Lady. No. I will not answer any questions.

A Helping Hand - Sky_kiss - Baldur's Gate [Archive of Our Own]

Haarlep/F!Tav/Ascended Fiend Raphael have a good time.

Raphael x Tav Tumblr Asks Fics: (Under the Cut. TOO MANY)

Oh, god. Why didn't I NAME any of these. The titles get unhinged:

Angry Raphael Doing Torture

Raphael Speaking Infernal to Tav is Sexy

Tav is a Moron Who Signed a Contract Without Reading It

Bathing Raphael

Tav Accepts Raphael's Offer to Go to Hell (But in a Hot Way?)

Raphael Dancing with Tav

Tav is in Danger, Raphael Saves Her

Tav Snoops Around the Devil's Den (Raph is Right There, Idiot)

Raphael Attempts A Love Confession (Local Devil Crashes/Burns)

Softer Raphael? I Think This One Involves Cuddles

Word Prompts: Love & Worth

Raphael x Haarlep: Haarlep Teaches Raph a Lesson

Raph X Tav: Sex in Front of Mirror

Raphael Get Mugged (But Not Killed!) in his OWN HOUSE

Local Devil Publicly Shamed, Emergency Contact Still His Ex

Local Devil Exploits Idiot BFF's Propensity for Dying

Devil's Boyfriend Asks Out Devil's Idiot Crush; Is Only Sane Person

Local Devil Too Lazy to Shave Himself, But Also Sexy/Shirtless

Local Devil Partners and Terrible Drow Bitch About Parents

Reader Makes Very Bad Choices with Local Ascended Fiend

Local Devil Gets a Treat (Smut)

Local Devil Reminds You He Is Not for Cuddles (He Is)

Local Devil Sandwich Local Idiot (But Cute)

Coffee Shop AU: Friends Attempt to Help Local Idiot Date Hot Man

Coffee Shop AU 2: Friends Takes Matters Into Own Hands Due to Growing Disgust and Repulsion with Local Idiot and Hot Man

Local Devil Masquerades as Priest; Local Idiot Fooled

Local Devil and Local Idiot Just Kinda Grind on Each Other?

Local Devil and Local Idiot Throwdown in Hell

Local Idiot Tries to Rob Local Devils, Is Shocked by Repercussions

Coffee Shop AU 3: Local Idiot and Hot Man Flirt After Date

Coffee Shop AU 4: Just Some Shower Cuddles

Local Idiots Saves Local Devil's Lives: Is a Threesome Currency?

Coffee Shop AU 5: Snowday

Ascended Fiend Raphael Smut

Local Devil Is Kind of Nice for Once, Offers Bath

Local Devil is Truly Over the Local Idiot's Stupidity

Raphael Solo Sexy-Time

Reader Get Wrecked By Local Devils

Local Devil is Feeling Soft for Local Idiot

Local Idiot is so Dumb She Causes Local Devil Psychic Damage

Local Devil naps on Local Idiot

Reader is Hunted by Haarlep and Ascended Fiend Raphael

Local Devil Horrified by Own Child

Local Devil Not Dead, Gets Some Horrible Revenge via Local Idiot

Huge Devil Creatures Gives Cuddles

Local Devil Really Badly Burned (But not Dead!)

Local Devil Mistaken for Tiefling (Exhausted)

Things go Very Badly for Local Idiot

Local Devil Catches a Cold

Local Devil Introduces Local Idiot To Devil Father. It's bad

Asmodeus x Baalphegor

Local Idiot Kills Devil Crush, Consults Major Devil Hottie for Help

Local Idiot has Pissed Off Local Devil, Relationship in Shambles

Local Devil Transforms Nude

Local Devil has Beautiful Hands

Coffeehouse AU: Office Hours

Local Devils go "Fishing"

Local Idiot Helps Bloody Naked Local Devil to Take a Bath

Dadphael: His Kids are Thieves

Local Idiots Gets Absolutely Destroyed by Local Devils

Local Devils are Genuinely Awful: Bad Ending

Local Demon Seduces Local Idiot

Raphael x F!Tav: Corruption Smutlet

Raphael x F!Tav: War

CoffeShop Au Part Whatever: It's Snowy or Rainy and they Cuddle

Raphael and an Angel Play Chess or Something

Raphael is really too old to be drinking milk but here we are

Doll!Tav Get Their World Rocked By Raph/Haarlep

Local Devil "Comforts" a Sad/Tired Tav

Raphael and Haarlep Wreck Local Idiot

Modern AU Snippet Channeling some House of Usher

Haarlep and Raphael have some Bath Fun

Raphael and Tav have a Kissy in Honor of Kissy Day

Raphael is not dead (but is pissed off)

Raphael is too good for sex but is still going bang you

Early Raphael/Haarlep

Raphael Lingers in Bed and has big cat energy

Post post post canon Raphael GETS THE BIG WIN

Raphael & Jaheira have a catty conversation

Random Crap (Headcanons & Stuff) & Other People's DOPE ART:

Raph x Joi: Dirty Headcanons

Joi Looks Like This

Timeskip Raphael (SHAHS, YOU QUEEN)

Raphael & Joi Shopping (Please Note the Brooch)

Simply Drew a Gorgeous Joi (Thank you!)

Simply Drew Raphael and Raphael

Commission of Duchess Joi!

Simply Drew The Cutest Raph/Joi I've Ever Seen, Go, Gaze Upon It

Simply Drew a Sexy Murder Joi (Fresh from hunting her not husband)

Commission of Archduke Raphael and Duchess Joi

Ok. I think that's all of them. You no longer have to roam the wilds of the blog if you do not wish. I have released you from that dark task. Love ya'll. You're great. /finger guns/ Send me asks if you want. If I don't get to them immediately, I apologize.

But yeah. Keep on keeping on. Keep like...being amazing for Raphael. He doesn't deserve it, and he won't appreciate it, but like...I dunno.

[yowumi]

Hotshot surgeon Gojo x Medical Student Reader Ft. Hotshot Surgeon Suguru [ modern au ] TW. Pregnancy & Love Triangle

Shotgun Wedding Ch. 03 | Make Up

Summary. Satoru Gojo, The states #1 Neurosurgeon, known for his wealthy clan. He was known for his success, parties, and his willingness to fuck anybody and everybody in a 10 mile radius. Unfortunately, one unlucky night, you make the wise decision to do what any hard working young medical student would do when faced with a sexy doctor…you sleep with him in which changes your life forever.

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Warnings. Accidental pregnancy, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), love triangle, roommates (they all live together), arranged marriage, satoru is a bit of a meanie, plot twists, angst, smut, you only end up with one.

A/N. this is my first time writing a fanfic, although i’ve always wanted to! i’m always open to take constructive criticism or any tips to make my writing better! I hope you guys enjoy and definitely lemme know if you have any suggestions, read well luv <3

keep up! // ch. 1 // ch. 2 // ch. 3 // ch. 4 (coming soon)

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As the time has passed, things have been going smoothly at home. Satoru has been keeping his promises about controlling the drinking and his whore behavior and there was no drama in the house.

Although, after two months since the pregnancy, you’ve started to notice changes within your appearance as your belly is starting to show. Nobara claims you’ve got the ‘pregnancy glow’ even though, you would disagree as you haven’t fully gotten used to your new body.

[12:07pm] King Nobara: OMG!! we should totally go baby clothes shopping

Nobara’s texts appear in your shared groupchat with you, her and Yuji. Megumi was originally supposed to be in here as well but Nobara bullied him out after teasing him about his shared drunk kiss with Yuji.

[12:07pm] Yuji: can i come toooooo? it’s been so boring lately also it’s been a while since the gang has been together, i need to get fushiguro out the house, i’m afraid he will become emo!!

[12:08pm] King Nobara: he’s already emo :((

You roll your eyes at their teasing, a small smile leaving your lips as you feel comforted talking to them again. Hanging out with all of them again would be good for you, after all it’s been a while since you’ve talked to Megumi who still has refused to talk to you after you’ve moved out.

[12:10pm] You: Yeah, sounds good. How’s 2 sound?

[12:12pm] King Nobara: good for me, you in itadori?

[12:12pm] Yuji: yes Ma’am!!

You set your phone down as you think out your day before getting your thoughts interrupted by the sound of your maid coming in the room in a rush ready to clean up, she apologizes as she thought you would be up by now.

Taking notice of her stressed out behavior as she pants, you ask, “is everything alright? what’s the matter?”

“Well today is a big day, you know” She says offering you a kind smile at your concern for her.

“How so? it’s saturday” You ask, furrowing your eye brows trying to think if you’ve missed a holiday.

“You weren’t informed?! Oh my!! The Gojo’s will be arriving for dinner today so you two can break the news of your pregnancy, I apologize, I assumed Mr. Gojo had made you aware.”

“Oh I see” You nod in understanding as you get up from your place on the bed, matching your way towards the door.

Loud slippers make its way through the hall, passing by the living room in which Suguru sat on the couch sipping his coffee as he flicked through channels. As if he reads your anger, he mutters “uh oh” as he looks towards the situation before him amused as you violently knock on Satoru’s door.

You can hear what sounds like Satoru getting up from his bed followed by a muffled groan as if he is stretching before being approached by a shirtless Satoru in front of you, yawning without shame which seems to set you off.

He looks down and quickly reads your angry expression before a sly smirk appears on his lips, “ah and good morning to you too, baby mama”

“You shouldn’t call her that Satoru, it makes it sound like you knocked her up after a one night stand or something” He sarcastically teases followed up by Satoru grinning in front of you.

“My apologies, Now what do i owe the pleasure of being in the presence of my strong, beautiful, glorious, soon to be mother of my child” he says dramatically.

If you were cartoon characters, you’re sure smoke would be coming out your ears by now.

“Why am i now getting informed that we will be breaking the news to your parents tonight?” You cross your arms annoyed by how calm he is by all this.

“Relax, i just didn’t want to stress you out, not good for the baby.” He says nonchalantly making your blood boil. Not wanting to stress you out? Since when did he care about that. As if his whole existence didn’t stress you out.

“Well now i’m stressed out even more, i can’t even prepare and i have to rush to see if i can get a gift or something!”

“No need, we will have a little dinner at the house and that’s it, no need for gifts, they aren’t that formal” He brushes you off with a scratch to his head.

You stomp away in anger, not feeling the need to further speak with him as you might just strangle him right there.

“Those slippers are super cute on you by the way!” He shouts out playfully before you turn around to throw one at him before he retreats to his room.

You look towards Suguru who is encouraging Satoru to run and retreat before you aim the other slipper towards him causing Suguru to throw his hands up in defeat, “I surrender!”

You let out a small huff as you walk away.

“You’re breakfast is in the microwave!” he shouts out softly laughing as you walk away giving him a thumbs up of acknowledgement.

getting dressed to meet up with your friends ended up more stressful than you intended, feeling a weight in your chest knowing Megumi would be there.

I mean you always knew that he wasn’t the biggest fan of gojo but not talking to you because of it just seemed like a little much to you. you didn’t understand why he cared so much about you and gojo, i mean it was always playful banter, right? Megumi didn’t seriously hate gojo, could he.

either way you knew you would have to find a way to repair the friendship between you and megumi, you valued it a lot considering having growing up with him.

Gojo was always like an older brother figure to Megumi, I think apart of Satoru wanted to relieve the pain of Megumi losing his parents, budging his way into a brotherly role in his life.

When you were kids you would remember the car rides as Satoru would drop you both off at highschool as Satoru would make his way to college.

the nights you spent alone with megumi where you felt safe and loved at a time where you felt alone. In a way it felt like you found a familiar comfort in being with him. growing up with him felt so natural that it made you anxious at the thought of losing him over someone as stupid as Gojo.

Megumi felt like family, the family you never got to have.

after working up the courage to walk out your room, clutching your bag filled with junk and medications gojo prescribed you on.

“where are you heading?” a voice comes out from behind you, almost startling compared to the silence you were surrounded in moments ago.

you turn around to see gojo eying the sundress you’re wearing, helping you cover up the small baby bump that was barely beginning to form.

“I was going to meet up at the mall with some friends”

he nods, “hm okay, i assume megumi will be there as well?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

“mhm” you hum. what was with the sudden interest in Megumi?

“do you mind if i come with? i’ve got some things i need to get from there before my parents come, and it would be nice to see megs ya know” he says, surprising abandoning his playful tone he usually has at the mention of megumi, instead now showing some guilt on his face.

you think for a moment, thinking if bringing Gojo was really the best idea. would megumi really be okay with that? he’s been so silent that it’s hard to read how he will react.

after moments of thinking, you finally nod. giving your approval as a soft smile appears on Satoru’s lips as you both head out the door.

“We’ll be back, Suguru!” Satoru shouts before closing the door.

The car way there was silent once again, you couldn’t quite read the mood between the both of you. Satoru was a big personality in front of people, yet with you, most times he would just stay silent, making you wonder what’s happening in his head. You would try not to overthink it too much.

arriving at the mall you see Nobara and Yuji sitting on the curb frantically waving as you get out the car like fangirls. while Megumi stands quietly by the light pole next to them, a blank expression on his face.

Gojo takes a few seconds before walking out of the car, letting you’re friends greet you with excitement before quietly walking out, closing the door. when he turns Nobara gives you a mouth open look of dramatic surprise as she nods her head in ‘hottie approval’.

You roll your eyes as you hug her tightly and seeing Yuji greet Gojo, “Hey doc! what are you doing here!” he goes in to give him a handshake as Gojo laughs returning a friendly greeting towards Yuji and Nobara.

You look to see megumi who is already facing you, turning away once you make eye contact, you look down feeling a guilt feeling in your stomach, you hated when he was upset with you. but you weren’t going to give up, you would make it your mission to make sure you can make up with Megumi today.

“There’s my little munchkin, hey megs! it’s been a hot minute since you’ve visited, holidays are coming up, come by sometime!” he says pulling Megumi forcefully into a hug as Megumi makes a salty face looking away, “Okay.”

You wave and walk towards him, “Hi” you say giving him a soft smile, Megumi turns his gaze towards you, he wanted to be upset but he knew you were pregnant and he couldn’t help how innocent you looked trying to make an effort to speak to him, “hey” he says back, his eyes softening for a moment as he looks down at your sundress hanging loosely around your body, noticing the small baby bump.

You guys walk around the mall, Gojo and Yuji disappearing off as they talk each others ears off as they wondered off to god knows where in the mall, leaving you, Nobara and Megumi left.

Nobara babbled about the third year medical students and something about how there’s a rumor of third year student Inumaki getting to work along side Nanami Kento as a gynecologist. Meanwhile Megumi stays silent trailing behind you both as he watched you eying the baby clothes.

as she speaks about the subject a voice pops out behind all of you, “Hey first years, what are you guys doing here? doing some last minute shopping?” Maki wraps an arm around Nobara’s shoulder watching Nobara’s eyes light up.

“Yeah, we’re doing some last minute christmas shopping since Yuji decided he would invite his asshole of an uncle over for christmas, we’re totally low on supplies. Oh by the way you guys are still coming right?” Nobara says looking towards you, Maki, Yuta, and Inumaki. They all nod as you stay silent, not knowing where you’re going for thanksgiving, did Satoru even want you there? you would assume he would have plans along with Geto.

“Uh Im not sure actually”

“Aw why nottttt! Gojo and Geto are coming! so is Shoko and Nanami!” She says pulling your arm like a child wanting their mom’s approval.

“They are?” you ask, surprised at the fact.

“Yeah! it’s at Megumi’s apartment so everyone’s meeting up there! you have to come, i won’t accept no!”

you finally nod giving your approval leaving Nobara satisfied.

The next hour at some point Nobara heads off with Maki and the others leaving Megumi alone with you as you walked around stores. A silence filled the void between you two before Megumi surprisingly broke the silence pulling you into a store, “come here”

you’re confused but you follow him into the store in which you soon realizes sells baby clothes and supplies.

you look and run your fingers through the small baby clothes along the racks, imagining ones you would like your baby to wear as he watches you fiddle with the small buttons along the baby coats.

He watches you carefully and silently as you do so, after several minutes finally breaking the silence.

“is it his?” he asks and you turn towards him startled by the question.

you try to play it off as confusion, “w-what?”

“Satoru, it’s his isn’t it. He dropped you off that night of the event, your carrying his child aren’t you?” he keeps his calm demeanor.

you look down, not wanting to answer the question. for moments it’s quiet before he lifts a hand on your shoulder, “it’s okay.”

you look up at him to see his face is filled with an expression you weren’t familiar with on his face, a look you hadn’t seen on him in a long time. A soft smile appears on his face.

You admire the sight, taking advantage of it while it lasts, burning the imagine in your mind.

“y-you aren’t mad…?” you ask turning your head slightly.

he shakes his head, “no. i know you’re smart enough to take care of yourself, I trust that you will.”

he says before taking the palm of his hand and putting it gently on your waist slightly caressing the bump on your stomach. “but if anything doesn’t work out, you can always come back home.”

you smile, in the moment it made you feel nostalgic, reminding you of the comfort you once felt in Megumi’s presence as kid. You’re home.

before leaving the store, Megumi purchased small white mittens and a small black snow hat, for the baby. He holds the bag as he walks with you out of the store finally finding Gojo standing alone at the food court making small talk with an old woman.

“Hey, where did everyone go? don’t tell me they left the old man to fend for himself” you tease as you walk towards him, a grin appearing on his lips.

“don’t tell me i’m getting wrinkles already! but yeah they went and found a bar somewhere across the street but i had to lead by example, you know, as their mentor and all” he brushes his shoulder dramatically finally realizing megumi was beside you. “Oh you’re still here! Oh Megumi you should come home with us, my family is coming in just a few hours, they would love to see you!” he says cheerfully,

Megumi shrugs, “Yeah whatever” He says nonchalantly looking at your eyes for a response,

“sounds like a plan”

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A/N. This chapter is a little short but only because the family dinner with Satoru’s parents is most likely going to be long considering everything i have planned to happen for it. There’s going to be some flashbacks and drama next chapter for sure so I figured this chapter would be more of a calmer setting where reader and Megumi make up and we get some fun scenes.

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[ps-cactus]

✧ MC-related posts ✧ Screenshots ✧ Memes ✧ Fanfiction

#Amberlyn Salters #Amberlyn x Ominis (Omilyn)

Intro post - small and big facts about past, present and future

Q&As: partner, backstory, drunk MC, modern MC, biggest heartbreak, most traumatic thing, ancient magic, MC inspo, opinion on keepers, unforgivables, turning in seb, Biggest regret, accomplishments, ancient magic headcanons - ted talk, hair explained, coffee shop AU

Art: by thursdaymoonrise11, by ladyofsappho, by myokk, by dwightshrutte11, by lyworth, by dom1re, by accio-bagel, by light-of-the-room

Hanging out with other MCs and/or Hayrose Cinematic Universe (HCU): #Alyn and friends

🪄 ⋆ ｡ ° ✩ Mostly I take pictures of:

「 ✦ Amberlyn (MC) ✦ 」

「 ✦ Ominis Gaunt ✦ Sebastian Sallow ✦ 」

⋆｡ ° ✩ ⋆｡° But also have a bit of:

[ Poppy Sweeting ] [ Garreth Weasley ]

[ Natsai Onai ] [ Leander Prewett ]

[ Imelda Reyes ] [ Sebinis ]

tag me if you use any of these ⬆️ 🫶

Sebastian and/or Ominis

Other memes

Crossovers: HL x BG3, x Friends with Ominis

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Post canon SFW stories, covering 6th and 7th years at Hogwarts. Adventures, magic theories, first love (f!MCxOminis) ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✧ Darkness Comes At Dawn aka DCAD - was completed - unrevealed now, might edit later - was 46k words

Some other tags: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Flirting, Post-Canon, Self-Discovery, Self-Doubt, Falling In Love, Friendship, Secret Crush, Friendship/Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Build, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

˚｡⋆✧ Shades Of Siver Lining ˚｡⋆ - main WIP, ao3, wattpad my estimate is 11 chapters, will be ~50k words

I bring up and explain all important points from DCAD so you don't have to read anything before this story.

Other tags: Adventure & Romance, Slow Romance, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Eventual Fluff, Protective Ominis Gaunt, Good Friend Sebastian Sallow, Mental Health Issues, traumatized teens, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Room of Requirement (Harry Potter), Legends and Myths, Ancient Magic (Hogwarts Legacy), First weeks dating, Gaunt Family - Freeform, Sebastian and Anne are not at school

Summary: Amberlyn just wants life to feel normal for once. But at sixteen, wielding Ancient Magic she struggles to control, constantly needing to prove she isn’t a danger to magical society, and navigating her first-crush-turned-secret-relationship, normality is rather hard to come by.

Ominis Gaunt is determined to make it through his remaining years at Hogwarts, the only path to freeing himself from the dark shadow of his family’s legacy—a legacy that relentlessly haunts him and that now threatens those he holds dear.

Meanwhile, the Auror, investigating a case involving that mysterious and extremely dangerous girl, decides that keeping her friend, Sebastian Sallow—who's already missed half a year of school—close at hand might be more useful than anyone expects.

✧ Wide Awake (working title) - WIP, drafts stage (hopefully coming in 2025)

My take on why MC would be mentioned in all archives as "Unknown student 1890". Some events during MC's seventh year, the year Hogwarts was suddenly on the brink of closure.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Oneshots ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✧ Rooted (tumblr, ao3) – Sebastian Sallow & GN!Reader & Ominis Gaunt

Summary: You died. Here is what happens after a short while.

tags and warnings: no smut, no obvious romance, however - established relationship, unreliable narrator, haunting atmosphere, mystery, dark magic, death and resurrection, identity loss and confusion, obsession, (a bit of) predatory instincts, survival instincts, blood, symbolism

[earthry]

Mafia Papas (Mafia AU Headcanons)

I couldn’t stop thinking about what if the papas were mafia bosses and maybe the Emeritus family’s territory is so big that they had to split it into four, one for each papa.

tw: mentions of violence and murder, sexual themes and content— just a little spicy, f!reader.

disclaimer: this is all fictional and romanticized, not at all reflective of what actual mafia life/people are like. plus my knowledge is absolutely not accurate this is all just for fun!

Primo

He’s not as hands on as he used to be in his youth— these days his ghouls do more of the work with him controlling the puppet strings behind the scene. You spend your days with him in a lavish estate with a beautiful growing garden that you both tend to.

The area you live in is known to be difficult to grow things, so you often get comments wondering how you managed to make the soil fertile enough. It’s probably all the bodies rotting in the backyard but you don’t tell them that.

Sometimes Primo hosts parties in the courtyard just to watch you flourish, fluttering around as others orbit around you. The life of the party. At the end of the day however he always makes sure everyone knows who you belong to.

“Dolcezza, would you like another glass of wine? Mm, yes you look very beautiful today. Beautiful and all mine, si? Good girl.”

Secondo

More hands on then Primo, works out of a night club as a front. You started as a dancer but now, as Secondo’s lover and beloved, you needn’t worry about anything else. Most nights are spent at Secondo’s side as he chats with business associates and plays cards, either curled against him or nestled in his lap. No one pays any mind to you— they’ve already learned long ago the danger of doing so.

Has a possessive streak and loves to have you wear things of his. Whether it be his jacket or shirt or even a watch, as long as you have something of his he’s usually satisfied. You bring up the subject of maybe getting a tattoo with his name or crest and he’s immediately chubbed up to full mast (good thing it was just the two of you in his office).

You move in to his large condo with large windows and a beautiful view of the cityscape and learn that he has a weakness for making love with you pinned against the windowpane. Whining with need and pleasure as the the neon lights of bustling city below illuminate your form. Laid bare for anyone who might happen to look up.

“Do you like that, tesoro? Do you like knowing the whole world can see you like this for me? I’m the only one who can reduce you to this, cara. No one else.”

Terzo

Loves to flex his power through dramatic appearances and is definitely the kind of monologue for a good hour to his victims before finally getting to business. He often has Omega stand beside him because of how intimidating the ghoul is.

When you first meet him at the coffee shop you work at, you are not impressed and he is immediately smitten. He visits almost every morning and orders drinks for both him and his ghouls for two months straight until you finally agree to a date.

For your first year anniversary Terzo goes all out, booking a cruise to the most exotic places he could think of. Of course you don’t know that 90% of the crew and passengers are linked directly to the mafia. He’d never put you on a cruise full of mostly strangers, it’d be too dangerous.

Loves dressing you in jewels and expensive gowns and showing you off. The two of you definitely have a few matching sets of suits and dresses that compliment each other perfectly.

“Let me help you with that zipper, amore mio. Fuck you’re gorgeous. Can’t wait to take this off you later.”

Copia

Out of all the brothers, he’s definitely seen the most fights. To him, it doesn’t feel right to have his ghouls go out to do the dirty work while he sits behind a desk or goes have fun somewhere else. To him, the mafia is family. While he may be the boss, he treats his members fairly and like equals. He’s earned a lot of loyalty as a result, even from those that may not have been on their side at first.

Out of all his brothers, everyone had expected him to fail because of how timid and anxious he was growing up. He can still be awkward and anxious but when his family’s lives are on the line? When your life is on the line? He’ll show no mercy, no remorse.

He worships you, absolutely adores you. Buys the cutest little house because he knows you’ll love it. There’s plenty of extra room for your rats and for a mafia boss you’ve never seen anyone coo or baby talk animals quite like him.

Nothing gets Copia harder than the idea of you being his little housewife waiting at home for him. It’s the dream he never thought he’d have. Of course, you’re way more than that to him; you have your own job and career too. But whenever he comes home to a home cooked meal and open arms, you’d better expect to eat the food cold cause the first thing he’ll wanna do is rail you again the kitchen counter.

“Fuck that smells good, dolcezza. You’re so good to me, how about you let me be good to you? Let me show you my thanks, si?”

[sitp-recs]

hi liv! i was wondering if you have any drarry meet-cute recs? i thought i saw a list of it once but cant seem to find it now :(

Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some fun recs with this trope. JulietsEmoPhase writes a lot of meet-cute AUs, I’d definitely check their AO3!

go to it laughing by oflights (T, 1k)

Harry is a marine biologist and Draco is a beluga whale Animagus; they meet on the St. Lawrence River.

Another Side by flightinflame (T, 2k)

Harry loves teaching at Pigdots Nursery. He knows a child named Scorpius is probably magical, but something about the name feels familiar.

He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu (G, 5k)

Draco reads poems and sometimes writes them. Harry receives poems and sometimes reads them. Rutherford delivers poems via the scenic route. Wombat snores. Eventually, all comes together, with help from the foxes in red bibs and the sumo referee.

Play Dates by bixgirl1 (E, 8k)

Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.

And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (E, 8k)

Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.

The Interest Here by disapparater (T, 9k)

Draco has his own morning show on the wireless, which he loves; an ambitious assistant, whom he needs; and days in The Tea Shop, where he relaxes. He also has a new caller on the show, whom he finds bloody annoying.

Once Upon An East End by JulietsEmoPhase (M, 9k)

Bistro owner Harry is closing up for the night when a young man stumbles through his door in need of help. The night takes them in a direction neither had expected.

coffee & communication: a (slow) romance by softlystarstruck (E, 11k)

Nearly a decade after the war, Draco has made a life for himself in Muggle London, writing romance novels and hanging out with his cat. But when he spills iced coffee all over a gorgeous man who turns out to be Harry Potter, has he tumbled into the start of his own romance without realizing it? And how difficult can it be to talk about desire, anyways? He writes smut for a living.

My True Love Gave to Me (Six Jars of Chutney) by goldentruth813 (M, 12k)

On his first post-divorce Christmas Eve without his children, Harry goes to Marks & Spencer hoping to find a bit of his past; what he finds instead is a future.

honey milk tea by softlystarstruck (T, 14k)

When Draco runs into Harry at his favorite boba tea shop and gets so flustered he orders the exact same thing, he has no idea how quickly his life is going to change.

Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes (T, 15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness by acari (E, 16k)

Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words.

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life (E, 20k)

Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one who has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by Femme (M, 21k)

Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Unexpected Turn by Oakstone730 (E, 27k)

English real estate developer Draco Malfoy is in America to find his long lost cousin and escape a scandal. When his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, his trip takes an unexpected turn.

[talkin-tdc]

Gelfling come to earth AU

AU where the gelfling are transported to earth and find humans who want to protect them.

-I see Rian and Ordon ending up with a young pompous lawyer (think edgeworth from ace attorney) who only lets them live with him since he knows he wouldn’t want to be left stranded in an alien planet without help but hates them at first. He thinks Rian is reckless and that Ordon adapted poorly to change, but after getting to know them he grew more fond of them and enjoyed the excitement he otherwise wouldn’t experience since he lived alone.

-Mayrin and Seladon were found by a hippie artist (think the van from cars kinda hippie) living off of her parents wealth. She actually loved dark crystal and were worried the government would do something bad to them, so took them in. She teaches Mayrin and Seladon to mellow out a bit and have a stronger bond as she can relate to having a bad bond with parents (her parents gave her things and pressure not affection). In turn, she’s inspired by Mayrin and Seladon to take control of her life and become independent of her parents money by opening up her own art shop.

-Tavra and Brea are found by a local farmer family (best comparison would be apple family from my little pony) and they start getting to work around the farm to earn their keep and after getting to know them, the farmers offer them a place to stay. They learn about farm life and the family learns about Thra as well as how to be more organized as the farm was doing bad for a few seasons due to poor management. Brea and Tavera learn about earth, and Brea in particular is intrigued with their political sphere and how different it is from Thra.

-Naia and Kylan are found by a struggling actor (any male actor you like will do but I prefer thinking of it like a young Daveed Diggs) . He works at a local coffee shop and lives upstairs barely being able to pay the rent and food (don’t ask about his student loans…). From them, he learns to be more persistent and still follow his passion. Naia learns to forgive herself from her past mistakes and that they don’t define her (she messed up a spell that was supposed to be her coronation into being Maudra so feels guilty like actor does for his loans and not being able to pay). Eventually, Kylan teaches the actor some gelfling songs and actor decides to put it online.

-Well the song gets massively popular because of its sound, it resonating with people, and no one being able to translate the lyrics. Actor guy gets super famous from it and goes on a few talk shows and does interviews etc.

-It’s playing in the background of the news one morning as lawyer and Ordon/Rian are getting ready and listen to the song and Rian’s like “Hey! That’s gelfling!! HE’S SINGING GELFLING!!!” Lawyer begins to look for other interviews of actor and realizes that his answers to “What gave you inspiration to write this warm, cozy song?” always change and he gets fidgety or looks away from the camera.

-Seladon and Mayrin hear it on the radio which was playing internet hits at the time, and tell hippie, thinking it could be Tavra or Brea. Hippie (though hating technology) agrees to take them to the local library to look it up.

-Farm family gets the local paper (which Brea reads every morning to improve her human reading comprehension!) and discovers the gelfling as well. The oldest daughter takes Brea and Tavra to the library to find out more since the farm is remote.

-Happens to be same library hippie girl is at with her gelfling and Brea, Tavra, Seladon, and Mayrin reunite. Hippie and farm girl help look up actor and see that in interviews he mentioned auditioning for a theater a few states away from them so they set off to find him in case he knows how to get the gelfling home.

-Lawyer sees the actor as suspicious and looks him up, finding the theater the girls did and taking Rian and Ordon there, all hoping to find a way to bring them home.

-The three get to the theater where actor is rehearsing and try to figure out why the other is there. Lawyer notices their strangely large tote bag and they notices his heavy/unzipped backpack he used to carry around Ordon/Rian if they wanted to go out. They realize pretty quickly they’re there for the same reason and decide to jump the actor. After actor gets out of rehearsal, they confront him and he admits to knowing Naia and Kylan. They ask to see the other gelfling first but actor is too nervous for that. So, actor takes them all to the coffee shop he works at and takes the gelfling upstairs to find naia and Kylan.

-Naia is ashamed she got them into the mess but the gelfling assure her some good’s come out of it and they’ll return home. Mayrin helps naia redo the Maudra spell and they create a portal to go home. They don’t know if they’ll remember the human world, or what all happened, but they have a tearful good bye to their humans and leave.

-Back on Thra, they reunite with loved ones and don’t quite remember all that happened, but seem to be more stable after the disappearance. They return to their normal lives and all is well (of course until the canon AoR takes over 😉 ).

-Alternate part 2 would be after Gelfling leave humans get together one a year to commemorate their friends going home until one decides to look up what Gelfling and the dark crystal actually is. They see the draining, lose their minds, but luckily caught the Maudra spell via actor recording it on an old camera. They do the spell and go help their friends, but when they go to Thra, they forget about anything to do with the Gelfling being on earth and only recall their lives before meeting the Gelfling. Can they save their friends from the claws of the Skeksis or shall they become essence as well?

[saltscorner]

Coffee shop au Scollace

4.8k words

Ao3 link:

Holy shit. Holy shiiiit

Scott really screwed up this time.

He had spent the whole day playing the new Sonic game and completely forgot about band practice today.

Well, he knew in his mind that he should’ve started preparing, but he couldn’t help it. He kept glancing nervously at the clock between levels. He watched the hands slowly tick closer and closer to six o’clock but he figured he’d be able to play at least one more level before needing to leave. Suddenly one level turned into two and next thing he knew, it was fifteen past six.

He slammed his controller down and threw on his shoes clumsily. His heels stuck out and his shoes were lazily tied together but he didn’t have the time to fix it, it was just Kim and Stephen after all, he didn’t have to impress them. He grabbed his coat off the hanger and pushed his scrawny arms through the arm holes a bit rushed.

Scott threw his bass bag over his shoulder and slammed open the door and locked it in a rush before hurrying out.

Of course this would happen to him on the one day he actually needed to do something important. His phone was already blowing up in his pocket, vibrating so much that he was afraid it was going to explode. The snow slushed under his converse as he carefully grabbed his phone out of his pocket, taking a shaky breath to prepare himself to face Kim’s scolding.

Sure enough, there were dozens of missed calls from Kim and angry messages shouting obscenities so foul that Scott winced as if he was actually facing the redhead’s wrath. He dialed her number, shaking his hands in the air to try and heat it up so he could control his hand a bit more.

The phone began to ring and Kim picked up almost immediately. Scott’s life flashed before his eyes a little bit when she started to scream in his ear. “SCOTT,” She screamed, almost bursting his eardrums. Maybe it was a mistake to put her on speakerphone. He carefully pulled the phone far away from his ear as he winced in pain and rubbed the back of his neck to soothe himself.

“Heyyyyy Kim,” He dragged out the greeting in an attempt to sound casual and nonchalant. Keyword, he attempted. He sounded almost pathetic, his voice high pitched and laced with nervous energy. Even he cringed at how the words came out of his mouth.

“Where the hell are you? Practice was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago.”

“Yeah well, you know what they say, it’s better to be fashionably late, right?” Scott chuckled a bit to lessen the tension between them. He could hear her sigh from the other line.

“You completely forgot didn’t you?” She deadpanned, he forgot how easily she could see through him. He was caught.

“Come on, Kim,” He kicked a particularly hard piece of snow. Or was it ice now? Didn’t matter. “I wouldn’t say I forgot, I just lost track of time,” he exclaimed defensively. He didn’t mean to forget, he was just too caught up with the game. So it wasn’t really his fault, right? It’s the game developers’ fault for making the game so addictive.

Scott shook his head to knock some sense into himself. How could he blame Sonic? Sonic did nothing wrong.

“Alright, listen,” he toyed in his mind with the types of responses that would be less likely to get his ass kicked into tomorrow. But knowing Kim, there was no winning either way here. “How about I get us some coffee or something? Stacey works at Second Cup now, I’m sure I can get us a discount. It’ll be on me.”

After a beat of silence, Scott was starting to get a bit anxious about how she would respond. “Fine. Stephen wants his coffee with a few pumps of vanilla and you better get me a cup of whatever holiday drink they have now.”

“Yes!” Scott pumped his hand in the air victoriously. “But if you mess this up, Scott, I promise I will shove my drumsticks so far down your throat that you’ll be tasting my wrath for the rest of your pathetic life,” she threatened him.

Scott shivered and let out a nervous hum of approval before hanging up.

That could have gone smoother.

He sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his parka to warm himself up as he approached the coffee shop. He was lucky it was on the way to practice or else he was sure that he would be dead by now.

The shop was brightly lit and decorated in wreaths that were covered in the show that fell the prior week. It looked as cozy as a chain company can look. But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Scott took a hand out of his pockets and opened the door, struggling slightly before realizing it was a pull door. He let out a defeated sigh before stepping into the store. The smell of roasted coffee beans hit his nose all at once which made it scrunch up, it was far too strong.

He walked up to the counter and fumbled with his jean pockets in frustration to try and get his wallet out before ordering. He smiled and looked up to the barista who would be serving him. He expected to see the disappointed face of his younger sister but his eyes widened when he realized he didn’t.

Instead, Scott found himself face to face with a taller male. He looked up a bit to see how this new guy was. Scott doesn’t think he’s ever seen this guy before, but then again he only ever comes when his sister is on the shift. This foreign guy had black hair that reached a little under his ears. He was wearing a warm sweater that had a white button up underneath it. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He seemed to be crossing his arms. His dark eyes were staring at Scott in annoyance.

“Hello? Are you there, guy?” The guy asked, waving a face in front of Scott’s face to get his attention. “Are you going to order or do I have to chase you out with the broom?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly not in the mood to deal with dumb customers. He pointed his thumb back at the broom behind him.

Scott realized he was staring for far too long and he felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He let out a nervous chuckle. And started to open his mouth and close it again as he tried to speak but no good words were coming out.

The barista chuckled a bit and put his hands on his hips as he watched the shorter male stumble on his words. “Easy there, guy. I asked for your order, not for the meaning of life.” Scott finally met the gaze of this barista and gulped deeply before starting again.

“Right, yeah, you’re right.” Scott clenched his parka in an attempt to calm the racing of his heart. “One coffee with pumps of vanilla,” Scott started to shift on his heels. He had no clue why it was so hard to stay calm around this new barista. He’s come here thousands of times and has never been this nervous around a new worker. “And another of the uh…”

He scanned the menu in panic trying to find something Kim would like. “What is your best holiday drink?” He asked the barista with an apologetic look written all over his face.

The barista just smirked a bit and responded, “Peppermint macchiato, normally I hate making those things but I think I’ll make an exception for you.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his comment but just nodded his head slowly as he ordered.

“What name should I put for the order?” The barista asked as he rang him up.

“Oh! Scott, the name is Scott,” Scott tried to give him a smile but it was a bit wobbly.

The barista looked Scott up and down a bit before smirking down at him. “Cute name, I’ll get it out for you in a minute, handsome.” With that, he winked at him which confused Scott.

Scott paid for the drinks and leaned against a table awkwardly as he waited for them to be finished being made. He always hated this part of ordering out. He started to think back on what the barista was saying to him.

Maybe he was just being friendly? Scott decided to go with that explanation before his thoughts were interrupted with the barista calling out his name.

As the barista handed Scott his drinks, Scott couldn’t help but look at the name tag on his sweater. Wallace. That was his name, huh? “Oh er, thank you, Wallace! Have a good night,” he waved his hand before running out of the shop and making his way to practice.

Wallace.

Yeah. Scott thinks he could get used to seeing him there more often.

Scott finally got to practice and jiggled the knob with his free hand before he finally got it open and he stepped inside. There he saw his bandmates sitting there messing with their instruments. They turned their heads towards the noise of the door shutting and Stephen’s face lit up at the sight of his coffee. He swiftly grabbed his cup and blew on it before taking a sip of it with a satisfied smile.

Kim, on the other hand, did not look quite as impressed and was not as easily as pleased as Stephen was.

Scott nervously handed Kim her requested drink, hoping the peppermint macchiato that Wallace requested would somewhat make up for his tardiness. She snatched the cup angrily and eyed it carefully before she glared at Scott critically and scanned him up and down. She took a deliberate sip of her drink before looking at the cup and grunting a bit in approval.

"Alright, Pilgrim. You might have just saved yourself from a drumstick-induced demise. But this better not become a habit," she warned, pointing the coffee stirrer at him like a tiny weapon, threatening him a bit before taking another sip.

Scott nodded frantically, relieved that the coffee peace offer seemed to be working. As they settled into their band practice, the tension lifted, and the familiar chords of their music filled the room.

He couldn’t help but stumble over a few cords but he tried to get back on track. There was no way that he could mess up twice in one day and keep his life. Yet, in the back of Scott's mind, he couldn't shake the image of Wallace, the charming barista with the smirk and the wink.

At the end of the song, Scott looked at his bandmates expectantly, waiting to hear what song they wanted to play next. Instead, they were both looking at Scott like he had grown two heads. They have always looked at him a bit weird but this was weird, even for them.

“What?” Scott asked as he gripped his bass closer to his chest. His eyes darted between the two, looking at their strange expressions. “Do I have something on my face?” He exclaimed while covering his face, trying to wipe whatever might be on it off. He was growing anxious by their unusual silence.

“You kind of sucked that last song, man,” Stephen said, biting his lip anxiously and fidgeting with the mic, moving it up and down. “Like we usually suck but not that bad.”

“Sorry guys, I’m just a bit distracted,” Scott mumbled apologetically, messing with the strings on his instrument as he spoke.

Kim let out an exasperated sigh and leaned back against her drum set. "Distracted? Really, Scott? We have a gig next week, and you're 'distracted'? What's going on?"

Scott shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the practice space as if the answers to Kim's questions were written on the walls. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to spill the beans about his encounter with Wallace at the coffee shop.

"So, I was running late because of this Sonic game, right? And I thought I'd make it up by grabbing coffee for everyone. There's this new barista, Wallace. Tall, dark hair, and he's got this... you know…smirky thing going on. Anyway, I got us some drinks, and he called me 'handsome' and winked. Now I can't get him out of my head. But not in a gay way you know. Just like…a confused way.”

Stephen burst into laughter, nearly dropping his guitar pick but he picked it up before it fell. "Dude, you're distracted by a barista? That's the most Scott thing I've ever heard."

Kim rolled her eyes, but a small smirk played on her lips. "Alright, Sonic fanboy, get your head in the game. We've got a gig to prep for, and if you mess this up because of some barista, I swear I'll make you listen to Justin Bieber for a month straight."

Scott gulped, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Okay, okay. I'll focus. No more distractions. Promise."

They continued to practice and it went a lot smoother, mostly out of fear of Kim’s threats. But, Scott couldn’t shake the thought of Wallace away still. He figured it would go away once he went to bed tonight.

Practice ended and Scott sighed and flopped down onto his bed after moving the dirty clothes off of it and onto the floor. He laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling, hands resting on his stomach as he went over the events of the day.

He knew he just had to see Wallace again. He needed to get to know him more.

The morning came and the tall barista was still on his mind. Scott stretched his arms out with a long yawn before deciding to get changed for the day. He zipped up his parka and decided to head back to the Second Cup. He tried to rationalize the reason behind his decision.

It’s just to get a drink.

But even he didn’t quite believe that excuse.

He walked into the second cup and the familiar scent hit his nose as tried to adjust his outfit. He wanted to appear a lot more composed than he was actually feeling at that moment.

His face dropped a bit when he saw his sister behind the counter. She let out an exaggerated groan as she placed her hands onto the counter. She rolled her eyes and placed her hand on her hips.

“Scott, I can’t keep giving you handouts, you’re going to get me fired. Then, guess who really won’t be getting his free shit?” It was way too early in the morning for her to deal with her brother’s antics and it was obvious.

“Come on Stacey, just this once? I really need this today,” Scott begged, gripping harder on the counter. He was squirming around desperately as he looked at Stacey with puppy-dog eyes.

Stacey sighed, relenting a bit at his puppy-dog eyes. "Fine, but this is the last time. And don't let Julie know. She’ll be on my case about giving away free drinks again, and you know how she gets when she’s pissed."

"Deal!" Scott nodded vigorously, already feeling a sense of triumph. He approached the counter, scanning the room for any sign of Wallace. However, when he reached the front, there was no trace of the familiar face.

"Where's Wallace?" Scott blurted out, the question escaping before he could think better of it.

Stacey smirked, catching on to her brother's fascination. Her eyebrow quirked up in amusement "Oh, you mean the new guy? He's on his fifteen minute break. Why? Are you into him or something?"

Scott's cheeks reddened and he put his hands up defensively as he stammered, "What? No, I just... wanted coffee. That's all. Can’t a guy just want a pick me up?"

Stacey chuckled, pouring the requested coffee as she eyed her brother up and down, noticing his nervous fidgeting. "Sure, Scott. Just be careful. He's a flirt. He has a way of getting guys all worked up."

Scott mumbled a quick thanks and was about to walk away before placing his cup down on the counter again. He opened his mouth and closed it immediately before just spitting out what he wanted to say

“Is it ok if I just wait here for a few minutes for Wallace? I just really want to talk to him for a bit, you know. Just to talk,” he repeated that last part as if he was trying to reassure himself. He was hyping himself up more than anything.

Stacey gave him a weird look before shrugging a bit and heading over to tend to another customer. “Sure, knock yourself out, Scott.”

Scott shifted in his seat nervously as he waited for Wallace to finish his break. Fifteen minutes felt so long and he caught himself impatiently checking the time every few seconds. He tried to act casual, glancing around the small coffee shop, pretending to be interested in the decorations that adorned the walls. His mind, however, was more fixated on the barista he was so eager to talk to.

After what felt like an eternity, he spotted Wallace making his way back to the counter, wiping his hands on a cloth that was hanging on his belt. Scott's palms grew sweaty, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. As Wallace approached, their eyes met, and a small smile tugged at the corners of Wallace's lips as he recognized Scott.

"Hey, Scott, right? Back for more, hm?" Wallace teased, his voice carrying a playful tone.

Scott chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, your coffee is... addictively good. You’re really good at your job."

Wallace laughed, a sound that sent a pleasant shiver down Scott's spine. He liked the sound of his laugh a lot more than he should. "Yeah, that’s kind of why I got the job. But, I'm flattered. What can I get you today?"

Scott cleared his throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment on his chest. He struggled to find a way to articulate his sudden interest. "Actually, I was wondering if you're free after your shift. Maybe we could grab a coffee or something?"

Wallace arched an eyebrow, his playful demeanor turning into genuine interest. He is obviously taken aback at his request. "You asking me out, guy?"

Scott's face turned a shade redder, but he managed to nod. "Yeah, I mean, just as friends. Two guys you know. Going out as friends. Ok, point is..I want to get to know you better."

Wallace smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Sure, why not? I could use a nice coffee, nothing here is that great anyway. Meet me here when my shift ends?"

Scott grinned, a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him. "Absolutely. I'll be here."

As Wallace went back to preparing drinks, Scott took a moment to savor the victory. A confident smile made its way onto his face. He couldn't believe he'd worked up the courage to ask Wallace out. Now, all he had to do was survive the rest of the day until their coffee date.

Eventually, Wallace’s shift came to an end and Scott was waiting outside the shop for him to come out. His stomach was swarming with butterflies, but he swallowed and pushed it down.

What was he nervous about? It was just a friendly hang out between two guys. It’s not like he asked him out on a date.

Scott's heart raced as he saw Wallace exit the coffee shop. Wallace flashed a warm smile, giving Scott a friendly wave. Scott scurried over to join him by his side. The two began to walk together, the conversation flowing easily as they strolled down the sidewalk.

As they chatted about various topics, Scott found himself enjoying Wallace's company more and more. There was something about the way Wallace spoke and the laughter that seemed to bubble up naturally as they talked that made Scott feel at ease. The coffee hang out turned into a longer conversation, and Scott realized he was genuinely having a great time. His nerves had almost completely disappeared around Wallace.

After a while, Wallace glanced at Scott with a toothy grin. "You know, for a Sonic fan, you're not half bad."

Scott chuckled, appreciating the good-natured teasing. "Hey, Sonic isn’t bad at all! It’s a masterpiece, you have no clue what art is But spending time with you is way better."

Wallace rolled his eyes playfully and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Smooth, Scott. Real smooth."

As they continued to walk and talk, Scott couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about this unexpected connection, it seemed like they were really starting to be friends.

But of course the night had to end eventually. “This is my place, I guess we should call it a night, huh?” Wallace leaned against the doorway slightly, looking at Scott.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess we should,” Scott rubbed the back of his head nervously. He really didn’t want to end the night so soon. He was starting to feel really comfortable around Wallace.

“See you tomorrow at the shop? Around the same time?” Wallace asked teasingly, ruffling Scott’s hair, making it messier than it already was.

Scott grinned, the gesture making him feel giddy. His face felt warm but he decided to blame it on the cold weather. "Yeah, I'll be there. Coffee's not gonna drink itself, right?"

Wallace chuckled, and as Scott turned to leave, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned his head back a bit to see Wallace with a genuine smile on his face.

"I had a great time, Scott. Thanks for today," Wallace said, sincerity in his eyes.

Scott's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his smile. Wallace looked straight out of a fairytale. "Yeah, me too. We should definitely do it again."

With that, Scott walked away, the night air feeling a bit cooler as he replayed the evening in his mind. He had a giant smile on his face as he started to walk home. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Wallace was truly something.

As days and weeks passed, Scott found himself making more frequent trips to Second Cup, strategically planning his visits to coincide with Wallace's shifts. Each encounter left him more intrigued by the flirty barista. The casual banter, the playful winks, it all fueled Scott's curiosity. Each new thing that he learned about Wallace added to the weird feeling in his stomach whenever they talked.

One day Scott opened the doors of Second Cup and as he scanned the shop, brightly colored hair caught his eye.

He didn’t recognize this girl. She must have been a new hire or something. But, he couldn’t seem to look away from her. Her vibrant hair was a stark contrast to the usual atmosphere of the shop. He walked up to her curiously.

He scanned her name tag and saw that her name was Ramona .Scott couldn't help but be drawn to Ramona's unique look, and he found himself struck by curiosity. As he approached the counter, she glanced up, meeting his gaze with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Hey there! What can I get you?" Ramona greeted with a friendly smile.

Caught off guard, Scott stammered a bit before managing to place his usual order. "Uh, yeah, coffee with extra sugar please."

Ramona raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing Scott's flustered state. "Sugary coffee, huh? Is that your secret to staying upbeat?"

Scott chuckled nervously, realizing he was being teased. "Yeah, you caught me. It's my secret weapon against the daily grind."

Ramona laughed, a sound that resonated with warmth. "Well, good choice. Coming right up."

“Thanks, uh by the way, I don’t think I’ve seen you before, are you new here?” Scott asked.

Ramona nodded, adjusting a strand of her vibrant hair. "Yeah, just started. It's been a fun change of pace. Oh, and I'm Ramona, by the way."

They chat for a bit as she makes his order with a smile. As she finishes up she writes her number on the receipt. Scott looks over it with a smile and waves as he walks away from the counter.

Scott’s eyes catch a glimpse of Wallace’s comfy sweater and waves him over with a wide smile. Wallace notices and a smile makes its way onto his face.

“Hey guy, what’s up?” Wallace sits down next to Scott and leans his cheek against his hand.

“That new girl, Ramona just gave me her number, isn’t that great?” Scott grins and shows off the number on the receipt.

Wallace's smile faltered slightly as he glanced at the receipt, his expression turning more strained. "Oh, that's... cool. Good for you, Scott," he replied, the playful tone replaced by a hint of disappointment.

Scott sensed a shift in the atmosphere and frowned, realizing that perhaps sharing this news with Wallace wasn't the best idea. "Yeah, I thought so too. She seems nice."

Wallace shrugged casually, trying to play it off. "Yeah, whatever. People exchange numbers all the time, right?"

Scott hesitated, noticing the change in Wallace's demeanor. "Hey, is everything okay?"

Wallace forced a smile. "Yeah, just another long day in the shop. Enjoy your sugary coffee, Scott. Maybe I'll see you around."

As Wallace got up to leave, Scott couldn't shake the feeling that he had unintentionally stirred up some unresolved emotions. He glanced back at the receipt with Ramona's number, conflicted by the sudden tension in the air.

Ever since Ramona gave Scott her number, Wallace has been avoiding Scott. Every time Scott tries to come up and talk to him, Wallace just makes someone else take his order. Scott’s been missing Wallace a lot but he’s been hanging out a lot with Ramona to distract himself.

She was nice and they meshed really well together, but she wasn’t Wallace. Every laugh they shared ended up reminding of Wallace. It frustrates him a lot.

Today he decided that he had enough and he needed to confront Wallace and find out what was going on. He doesn’t know what made him get in this funk. It just wasn’t adding up to him.

Scott went to Second Cup again and Wallace spotted him immediately. He was about to walk away when Scott grabbed Wallace by the arm and dragged him to the side room.

In the secluded room, Scott looked at Wallace with a mix of frustration and concern. "What's going on, Wallace? You've been avoiding me, and I deserve an explanation."

Wallace sighed, trying to evade the question. "It's nothing, Scott. Just busy with work and stuff."

Scott's patience wore thin, and his frustration bubbled up. "Cut the crap Wallace. We used to be friends, but now it feels like you're avoiding me on purpose. What's the deal?"

Wallace's expression shifted, his eyes reflecting a mix of anger and something else that Scott couldn’t place. "Fine, you want to know? Maybe I'm tired of watching you chase after every person with a pulse. Ramona, seriously?"

Scott's eyes widened in surprise for a second, then narrowed in frustration. "What does it matter to you who I hang out with or talk to? It's none of your business."

Wallace clenched his jaw, his irritation evident. "Maybe I care about you more than you think, which you clearly don’t care about, and watching you flaunt that number around just rubbed me the wrong way."

Scott's eyebrows shot up, surprised by the unexpected revelation. He laughed in anger and disbelief. "Care about me? Wallace, you've been avoiding me for weeks. What am I supposed to think?"

Wallace huffed again, the frustration apparent in his eyes. He pointed his finger to Scot’s chest. "BECAUSE IM FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! Maybe I shouldn't be, but I am. More than I should. Happy now?"

Scott felt a mix of emotions, but beneath it all was a glimmer of realization. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

Wallace looked away, his voice softer, catching his breath from his outburst . "Because it's complicated, and I didn't want to mess up our friendship."

Scott took a step closer, his frustration shifting into understanding. "Wallace, we need to talk about this, not avoid each other. I didn't know you felt this way. Maybe I... maybe I feel something for you too."

Wallace looked back at Scott, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes before parting his lips to protest. Before he could say anything, Scott leaned in, capturing Wallace's lips in a tentative yet meaningful kiss.

As their lips parted, Scott looked into Wallace's eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief in his gaze. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Wallace sighed, his hand gently resting on Scott's cheek. "I was scared, Scott. Scared of ruining what we had."

Scott smiled, brushing his thumb against Wallace's hand. "Well, you don’t have to be scared anymore, alright?”

“Yeah, alright,” Wallace says with a smile, fully tangling their fingers together.

[xx-blueboy-xx]

Oooooh Gabriel’s guide to Sam Winchester I must know 🥺

WIP Ask Game!

Sooo!!!

The title is a reference to "Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" - and there is a reason for it!

Here is a little synopsis of the fic I have:

Gabriel, in a last ditch effort to save his life - goes careening through space and time. Searching for his one and only: Sam Winchester.

Sorta.

He really should have told the hunter about his feelings, before he went off and nearly died. Now, he is stuck jumping through universes and alternate-timelines, until he manages to discover the soul his own was anchored too.

So: basically, the plot is season-13 divergent where as Gabriel is being stabbed by Alt!Michael he tries and does his "fake death" trick but due to a lack of grace (and Alt!Michael's doing) something goes awry. Anddd, so, instead of ending back with OG!Sam in the bunker in the OG!Supernaturalverse he crash lands himself straight into an AU!

The fic follows him hopping between universes as he attempts to track down his Sam - meeting a bunch of AU!Sams along the way! And each chapter is titled realted to something he knows about Sam/learns what is different about the AU!Sams he meets! (and are numbered like a list)

I was planning on finishing it for GBB but, life happened and I didn't get around to it + had to drop out due to a lack of time. It is currently sitting at about 23k words with 4 complete chapters!!

Which are, because i genuinely love this fic and I will finish it someday (there is 2-3 more chapters I have planned and a lit of editing)

1. Sam Winchester is Not A Coward

- which is taking place in the world where Dean visted during his jinn dream! Lawyer!Sam who because of OG!Dean's visit entire timeline was set astray... (so the supernatural still exist in this world he just didn't know about it obv - because all the ppl they saved died)

2. Sam Would Die For Dean

- this is also taking place with Lawyer!Sam

3. Sam Likes Two Spoonful of Sugar in his Coffee

- in this one Gabriel meets a coffee-shop no real monsters Sam! Who is a huge fan of the books "Supernatural" (but they feature the Ghostfacers as the two brothers)

4. Sam Winchester is Warm

- Still with coffee-shop Sam! And it features Gabriel meeting his own alternative (who is basically just Richard Slieght)

5. Sam Winchester is Not An Evil Son of A Bitch

- the unstarted chapter but !! It's BoyKing!Sam :) and Gabriel meets his own alternative from this world too!

6. Sam Is Perfectly & Beautifully Human

- Gabe ends up in a Reverse!verse and meets angel!sam and hunter!gabe (unstarted only plotted)

7. Sam Is A Survivor

- Sam is dead. That's it. That's the world. (plotted only)

8. Sam Is Everything

- Gabe finally makes it home!!! 🎉 To his Sam!

I am like spoiling the whole thing but it has veen a while since I touched it so, jt's nice to explore it again/think about it once more. Life just got soooo busy when I was working on it.

Anyways! Have an excerpt because, well, I have a lack of self control!!

(From Chapter 4, the last few hundred words of the WIP)

“I don't owe a traitor anything. All you need to know, dearest little brother: is that you are never getting home. And that I am tired of being nice. I tried my best to give you a happy ending. But, perhaps, I should show you one of the bad endings, hm? Maybe that will make you appreciate my gifts more.”

“Bastard! You know over the millennia, you would think someone would have managed to remove that stick from your ass!” he screams at nothing hearing his own voice echo off the walls, and spiral down the staircase: his true voice is leaking through a bit as well. Ever since Asmodnoues he hasn’t had such good control over it as he used to. Having spent hundreds of years in a vessel had made him a master of control. He doesn’t receive an answer to his quip, feeling the world tilt before it swirls. Melting around him, the walls and ceiling dripping. Feeling as if he is being thrown by an invisible hand he finds himself stumbling into an entirely new environment. His vision swims and he feels his grace flare out around him defensively only for it to be - locked. Not gone. But locked inside of his body. He feels shackles around his wrists and his blazing golden eyes snap to them. There are Enochian runes carved into strange flickering-smokey bracelets. They vanish, but their effect is as strong as ever.

He has been bound. To what, or who, well that’s to be seen. Gabriel flares his wings out feeling them stir the air around him from their incorporeal state. He doesn’t fly. His shoulders slump in defeat and he finally starts to take in where he is. In some kind of grand throne room.. It looks nicer than it had in a long time, there is a strange familiar touch to the layout. Every ruler of Hell loved to reshape the place. Large black-marble columns, very Greek in style around him lining the long-hall. Beneath his feet a plush red carpet was rolled all the way to the base of a massive throne, carved from bone. Human skulls line the top of the throne, placed delicately upon spikes, hollow eye sockets glaring with small red-burning fires in them.

The archangel feels like he has lost the ability to process as his gaze first finds the shining black-dress shoes upon the man sitting in the throne. Gabriel’s eyes reveal the long-blue tail whipping behind him, deep-red spikes lining it, and he can see carefully folded leathery-wings behind his back, the spiked tips blood red while the wings themselves fade from black into a navy blue. Two long-horns protrude from the man’s head of wavy-brown locks spiraling straight up in spires. On earth, these kinds of things would be unseen on the vessel. But not in Hell. Blazing yellow eyes glow as they take in the sight of the archangel, who finally processes the face that bares the sharp-toothed grin being sent his way.

“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in?”

The Boy King, steps down from the throne of Hell.

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fics that include social media into the fic as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

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♡ The Places Where We Met by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(G, 5k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles loves his job as 1/3 of a famous boy band. It does, however, get lonely, and he counts on a special online friend to get him through.

♡ Missed Connection by @kingsofeverything

(E, 3k, Craigslist) Harry is absolutely clueless when it comes to figuring out if other guys are into him, so he enlists his friend Niall to assist. That may or may not be a mistake

—Rare Pairs—

♡ One In Ten Million by craigtrash

(M, 36k, Zayn/Liam) University student Zayn Malik is a big fan of One Direction, world famous boy band, especially member Liam Payne. When Liam accidentally tweets his phone number, Zayn takes a chance that changed his life.

♡ walk, walk fashion baby by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 23k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis loves his supportive boyfriend, his passionate and interesting band of friends and coworkers, and his pair of quirky and dedicated dogs. What he doesn’t love is his job as co-editor of the Lifestyle section at a popular site aimed at millennials.

♡ Almost Feels Like Nothing's Changed at All (If You Close Your Eyes) by Hllangel / @glitterbootsandyellowshorts

(G, 3k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) The tweet went out about two minutes ago, but it's basically blown up his notifications, and probably his life.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

What fics would you recommend for the following?

Preferably written 2022 or later, preferably taking place 2022 or later (as recent as possible is preferable)

No AU

Smut - kink, BDSM, spanking/related play, physical play of some kind, pet names (such as petplay or religious play or other roleplay), feel authentic to irl/current DNP, fluffy and still sweet, bondage, or non-kink long form smut with memorable choices (positions, conversation, lingerie, etc)

(Does not need to include multiple of those things per fic, just a net of things to catch) (if there is a list or lists that already fit this request please guide me to it!!)

here's a couple notable ones - i've included au fics because there are a couple longer ones that should include some of these :)

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan.

Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

Take a picture (it'll last longer) (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at 2 a.m. in a coffee shop. Phil is a photographer looking for a model, and Dan can't say no to pretty boys.

As He Goes, So I Go (ao3) - cloej88

Summary: It’s November of 2015, and Dan and Phil have just finished their UK leg of The Amazing Tour Is Not on Fire. They’ve sworn off the romantic side of their relationship in order to protect the rest of this life they’ve built. However, with all of the close proximity of touring, their connection feels headier and more charged than ever. As soon as the UK tour ends, they fly to the US for a quick book-signing trip, but they become snowed in by a blizzard in Chicago. In the solitude of their shared hotel room, can they fumble their way back to one another?

Featuring: Pining, lots of fluff, the TATINOF UK afterparty in all its glory, an arcade bar in snowy Chicago, a NYTimes How to Fall in Love quiz, lots of introspective musing about how much these idiots adore one another, and some well-earned smut.

[mitsuyafics]

Black Magic

female reader

character : Mitsuya Takashi

Note : the start of my fantasy au for many characters of Tokyo Revengers

    You just moved into a new town. The town itself was small, and a very colorful place, but something felt very off to you. As a witch, the aura of the place felt.. so dark. so.. eerie.

You used spells to unpack all your things, and made sure your familiar, a black cat named Chifuyu, was comfortable.

"Chifuyu! I'm going to find the nearest witch shop, Do you wanna come ?" You were running low on a lot of materials needed for spells, and with all this energy you knew there had to be other beings in this small town. You used a spell to change your violet purple eyes to a normal color. Chifuyu climbed up your robe and onto your shoulder, sitting perfectly.

You smiled at the cat, "You really like it up there, huh?"

"Cats like high places." He responded sassily.

"Cats also don't speak, So shut up." You replied back and smirked.

You entered a small store on the far end of town. You could feel the magical energy radiating off the building.

"Hello miss! You must be the power I felt. Is there anything specific you need?" A man, who looked just a little older than me, asked. He looked soft and had very purple hair with these puppy eyes.

"I just need some essentials for some spells. Whats with the energy in this town? I feel something so.. dark.."

"So I wasn't the only one who felt that? Damn.. I was hoping I was just imagining it." He sighed, picking stuff off the shelf behind him for you. "I honestly dont know what it is.. maybe someone else came in the town? When you entered I thought it was you, considering I felt your energy, but I can tell being this close to you, it isn't you."

"Then what could it be?"

"That question is what scares me the most."

"So.. You don't know?"

"No clue. Nothing has visited this town for years. Why now?" He handed you your items and you paid him the amount.

"Well.. I'll be here to help if nothing else. Here's my number and address for if you find out anything." You smiled and waved as you walked out the door.

He was really cute, you hoped you'd be able to see him again soon.

*A FEW DAYS LATER*

A knock was heard on your door as you shuffled into the living room.

"Hello..?" You asked the person before seeing who they were.

"Hey miss. I realized when we met at the shop we never exchanged names, I'm Mitsuya by the way."

"Oh, hi again Mitsuya. I'm Y/n."

"A pretty name for a pretty girl" He smiled so cutely, you felt your heard beat faster.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I came to get to know you better."

"Oh! Okay. Come on in!" You left Mitsuya in, and walked into the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Juice?"

"Just water will be fine.”

You nodded as you placed a cup in front of him with telekinesis and started on your cup of coffee. You poured him water as you finished your coffee and turned towards him. His eyes were wide as he watched the scene play out.

"What..?"

"That was impressive. Teach me that someday" He smiled.

"Sure! So.. What type of magic do you major?"

"Elemental. For you I'm guessing Telekinesis?"

"And a small amount of necromancy"

"Oooh, so you're truly a spooky witch, huh?" He sent a smirk your way.

"I guess you could say that, but I'd watch who you tease. I control life and death mister elemental bender." I smirked back.

He raised his hands up defensively, "Okay okay I got you" He laughed.

The two talked and talked for hours, getting to know each other better and becoming really close. It felt nice to both of them, to have a witch/warlock who they could talk to about magic.

"It's getting kind of late.. I should go.."

"Mitsuya It's 12:37am, just stay the night. I'll sleep on the couch."

"What? No way. I'll take the couch."

"I'm not letting my guest sleep on the couch." You argued.

"Well I'm not taking your bed." He argued back.

"They why don't we share my bed? It's big enough for us both and we don't need to argue." His face went up in flames as he tried to calm himself.

"Yea.. Sounds good."

The two piled into your room, laying down and talking about dreams.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?" You asked with closed eyes.

"I'm really happy I met you. I never knew it be so fun to meet someone like me"

"I'm happy I met you too, Mitsuya."

"I.. I know we just met a few days ago, but I feel like I've known you forever.. I.. I think I might have feelings for you.."

Mitsuya turned away from you, scared of your reaction to the sudden confession.

You, on the other hand, were on fire. Your whole body felt hot.

"Mitsuya.."

no reply.

" 'Suya look at me.."

He turned around slowly on his other side.

"Y-Yes?" He asked, avoiding your gaze.

You softly placed your lips on his, cupping his face lightly.

"Y-Ya... Y-You could've warned me" He mentions after.

You smiled his way, "Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you. I feel the same way.."

Mitsuya started to smile, before grabbing your waist and kissing you once more.

This one lasted a bit longer as you guys were comfortable in each other's presence.

After pulling away, you cuddled into his chest, enjoying his sweet scent.

"Goodnight, 'Suya~"

He blushed lightly, "Goodnight N/N..."