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“aziraphale was wrong to leave crowley” “aziraphale is wrong to think he can fix heaven” aziraphale is wrong to hate on the sound of music next question
#like shut up u know u loved the ballroom scene#u know u loved the gazebo#as if he isn’t in his maria returning to the abbey era#good omens#aziraphale
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✶ local girl shifts realities, finds god in a small town & lavender linen spray (storytime)
GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. I SHIFTED. I SHIFTED I SHIFTED I SHIFTED I SHIFTED I SHIFTEDDDDDDDD. i haven't had a successful shifting attempt in almost 2 years. TWO YEARS. i was starting to think it wasn't going to happen again??
i woke up in a bed that wasn't mine but also was. u know the type. perfectly rumpled, cloud-level soft, the kind of bed that has seen gentle mornings and lavender linen spray. sunlight pouring in through my window like god personally decided i deserved a cinematic morning. like okay??!!?? i stared at the ceiling like some idiot. and just. laid there. not thinking. not blinking. just existing. like some tragic victorian window except instead of mourning my dead husband i'm mourning clarity. or a single functional brain cell. for a second i thought i had died. it was too peaceful. too quiet. just birds and the soft sound of the curtain moving slightly in the breeze ❪ it also smelled like pines and clean laundry??? ❫
ANYWAY. i got out of bed like some dainty renaissance wife. the floors were wood, warm, and sort of creaky. i explored my very own apartment. because yes i have one. my very own. no parents. no siblings. just me. my kitchen had a espresso machine and a bowl of white peaches on the counter. there were books stacked on the windowsill, a vase with oriental lilies on the table, and a mug that looked like i had already made tea and forgotten about it.
it's above a bookstore. A BOOKSTORE!!!!! the kind with a crooked wooden sign out front and a little bell that jingles when the door opens. shelves that go all the way up to the ceiling. books in piles on the floor like no one had the heart to organize them. i went down just to look and somehow ended up talking to the shop owner about poetry for like. 40 minutes. i think i love her.
i made my way to the university i'm attending once the summer break is over. the campus is stupidly gorgeous. ivy on the walls, girls reading poetry under the trees, some guy with headphones on sketching something on a notepad under a gazebo. the buildings smelled like rain and old books and just the right amount of despair.
i didn't do much on the first day, i think i was just overwhelmed. i mostly just wandering around town with my hands shaking and my brain was switching between being too loud and too quiet.
and yes. i woke up in my cr and i think something inside of me has died. back where everything is too light and too bright and smells like bad decisions and capitalism. how do you return to normalcy after shifting? how do you go to your 8am classes and pretend nothing happened?
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As Do I P3
Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Princess Y/n of Zakynthos Rating - 15 (Mentions of tragedy and the gods being... Gods.) Word Count - 1559
Requests -
dorkyfangirl24 - I’m ✨waiting✨ for part 2 lol, I know u just wrote this and I don’t want pressure you but please tell me this will be a full story. However long u want it to be but like more parts at least?!!! This is so good! I’m waiting for the next part lol histtoricbittch - With all due respect, hoW DARE YOU TO LEVE IT LIKE THAT 😔💕 damn, can't wait for more
Tags - (If you would like to be tagged in this series do just let me know) @sunshinewhosketches
Art By Gigi
Writers Notes - *Spoiler* There is a small song in this, that I did write, I know it's not the best, but I just thought it was super cute! I tried to make it so it kinda... goes in time with songs in EPIC.
Telemachus wandered through the expansive palace gardens, his sandals softly crunching against the grass and scattered pebbles beneath his feet. He moved purposefully among the vibrant blooms, their colours a riot of reds, yellows, and purples, while the tall trees swayed gently in the warm breeze. Sweetly adorned statues of gods and goddesses stood watch, their stone features weathered but graceful, and he glanced at each in hopeful anticipation of finding Y/n. Each time, however, he was met with disappointment, the empty spaces around the statues only deepened his sense of defeat.
As the sun sank lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns, a knot of worry tightened in his chest. What if she hadn't come at all? Anger flared within him at the thought that her brother might have interfered, thwarting their long-awaited meeting. Just as frustration threatened to overwhelm him, a hauntingly beautiful siren's song drifted through the air, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. The melody stirred something deep within his heart, instantly melting his rage and igniting a flicker of hope that perhaps, just perhaps…
Telemachus turned the corner, and a wave of emotion washed over him, causing his eyes to glisten with unshed tears.
Before him, at the very edge of the palace gardens, stood a stone gazebo, its elegantly carved roof resembling the delicate patterns of ancient lace. The six textured columns, each uniquely detailed, rose majestically from the ground. Surrounding the gazebo were dense clusters of lush red and white roses, their petals trembling gently in the warm breeze, releasing a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that filled the air. Above, the sky transformed into an enchanting canvas of red, gold, purple, and white, the colours swirling and mingling like a sunset painting that stretched all the way to the horizon, where it kissed the gentle waves of the ocean below.
In the center of this serene setting, sat Y/n, perched elegantly on a stone bench. She wore a floor-length white gown, its flowing fabric intricately embroidered with delicate purple floral patterns along the hems and softly cascading down her shoulders. A shimmering silver necklace hung low against her chest, adding a touch of elegance to her presence. Her curls cascaded around her, framing her face and creating a veil that shrouded her in mystery as she sang, her voice a haunting melody that echoed softly through the gardens,
“As the waves, Wash the shore, And the stone turns to sand, I’m left wondering and waiting where I stand. Hoping now for something more, Am I to bare all that I am, On the words of another, Life a cursed by an elder man, And now the mercy of my brother, How many times but I apologize, For words said before my time, How many tears must pass my eyes, For another’s crime, But you have made me this, And now I beg you mercy, So I may have a single peace. And hope that for love, I am worthy.”
“That… that was beautiful.” he cooed,
Y/n gasped as she turned to see him, “Forgive me, My prince. I- I didn’t hear you,”
“There is nothing to forgive, my darling,” He stepped closer closing the gap between them, “May I?”
She nodded softly, forcing away a smile,
Telemachus sat at her side careful not to sit on her dress offering her his hand,
Slowly she slid her hand into his own, and let their fingers intertwine, “I- I didn’t know you were listening,”
“Did you not want me to listen?” he asked, “I am afraid I can no more unhear such beauty than I can un-see you.”
“I suppose that is true,”
“You��re song… it was so… captivating and yet so tragic.” he beams, “I think I can guess, to what it ode’s too.” His spare hand rose to her face pushing away her hair to reveal her face, his chuckles tracing her cheekbone his eyes squarely on her own, “There you are, my darling,”
“Forgive me, you need not-” she began trying to move away,
“I told you before, all of you is beautiful to me, utterly and completely every inch that exists.” he reaffirmed, “Your eye is beautiful, for it is part of you.”
“Thank you, Telemachus,” she blushed,
“You are very welcome,” he said, “I had a … pleasant meeting with your brother today,”
“How delightful for you,” she joked, “He did mention it to me,””
“Did he now?” He smirked a little, “I suppose he told you, you are forbidden from going anywhere near that damned prince of Ithaca,”
“Something to the sound, yes.” She nodded,
“And yet,” He shuffled closer, “You are here with me,”
She blushed harder, “Yes, I wanted to… I wanted to see you.”
“As did I,” He cooed,
“He doesn’t know I’m gone,”
“Humm quiet the sneaky, little princess.” he joked, “I am very lucky, you would choose to sneak out to see me.”
“As am I.” she cooed,
“But I must ask, whom do you apologize to in your song?”
“…it is complicated,”
“Forgive me, You need not tell me.”
“No. I should.” she nodded her eyes falling briefly to the grass, “You should know,”
“Know what, my darling?” He asked picking her chin up to meet his eyes once more,
“My father Pellantos… desired a large family.” She said sadly, “He built his palace with a hundred rooms and wanted them all to be filled with the songs and sounds of his kin. When my mother grew up with my brother, he built a whole fleet in his honour before he was even born. Said he would give him all the world, and make the gods bend the knee to my brother.”
“Explains his… audacity.” Telemachus jokes,
“I suppose so,” she chuckled,
“And you?”
“…When my mother grew pregnant with me, a priestess of Leto told them I would be their first daughter and that I would be beautiful beyond measure.”
“I believe them,” He smiled, “Truly I do,”
She blushed again before she turned her face to the water. “But…”
“But?”
“But, the day after I was born, my father presented me to our people… and declared to all who would listen.” she began, “He said, ‘My Daughter, Y/n Princess of Zakynthos, is the most beautiful creature ever to walk this earth, the sweetest child ever to grace this realm, wars will be fought for her words, kingdoms will burn for her gaze, for she is even more beautiful than Aphrodite.’”
Telemachus gasped,
“And as you can imagine… Aphrodite was not flattered.”
“I- I can’t imagine she was,” he nodded,
“She was enraged. A fire sparked in her temple. People on the island grew sick. And… meer nights later, while I lay sleeping in my crib, a dove came to the window. My father thought it a sign of peace from Aphrodite, but it was not.” She met Telemachus�� eye pulling back her hair to reveal all of her face and every inch of the scar that ran across it.
“The- Th- No.” he gasped shaking his head in fear,
She nodded, “The dove’s talons clawed my eye.”
“Y/n… My darling…”
“It would have blinded me or killed me. If my mother had not traded her life to the goddess to protect me." She explained, “My father blames me for taking away the only woman he will ever love, the people of the island say I cursed them all, and my brother… thinks I’m a monster.”
“Y/n,” Telemachus cooed, “You are not a monster, you are not a curse, you cannot be blamed in any way for the words of a joyful father at the birth of his first little girl, you were but a babe and that you carry any- ANYTHING! Of this, guilt, scar or trauma breaks me in two my darling.” He explained tearfully, “I swear this, on every god in this world. I will never, ever make you feel like anything that has happened, is your fault.” he said resting his forehead on hers,
“You mean it?” She cried,
“I do,” he nodded, “With all my heart, my darling.”
“Thank you,” she smiled nuzzling her head into his neck,
Without even hesitating for a mere second, Telemachus wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight and safe into his chest.
“I will keep you safe if you’ll let me keep you in my arms.”
She nodded silently,
“Say you’ll stay with me, and I will never have you cry a single tear again, My darling.” He told her, “I want you to stay with me, safe and sound, be my wife, have my children, be my queen, I never want you to leave me. I want you, I want you to stay here.”
“As do I.” she whispered, “I want to stay here with you,” she picked her head up to meet his eyes,
Telemachus began to cry small tears of joy as he batted her nose with his own, “Say you love me, and you never have to leave.”
She hesitated for a fleeting moment, a flutter of uncertainty dancing in her chest. The warmth of his presence enveloped her, casting aside her doubts. With a deep breath, she closed the distance between them. As their lips finally met, a soft and beautiful kiss that spoke magnitudes, ignited a spark that lingered in the air around them. Time seemed to pause as they shared that moment, surrounded by a world that faded into nothing.
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02/14/25 — twisted wonderland <3
lean into your touch — summary. ‘riddle wants to confess to you. he’s trying not to lean into your touch, but he quite likes your presence.”
characters ;; riddle rosehearts , tags ;; reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff
a/n ( OHH ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE A FIC…oh boy…so this isn’t the best i think, i’m sowwy..but i wanted to get something out for valentine’s day! i intended to write for way more characters than just riddle, but riddle’s was getting so long ( for my taste at least ) and i’ve already been plagued w terrible writer’s block ( hence my break cough ). but hey what’s not to love about riddle and romance <3 i’ll write for other characters w the same concept when i get the chance at least! / oh, and i’m kinda switching up the format?? idk if u can tell.
more under cut!
r. rosehearts
a classical romantic, as expected of riddle. he prepares some roses from the heartslabyul gardens, and spends hours in the mirror of his room practicing a rough draft of the romantic things he has to say to you; because sevens knows he’d end up tripping up here and there if he winged it, and he wants to impress you.
it’s a shame it doesn’t work, though, because of course your presence on such a romantic day gets him flustered when he thinks about the more intimate ideas he shied away from, like going on a secret rendezvous or..’kabedon’ing’? you to confess his love like how he’s read before in romance novels given to him by trey to “study” for his plans with you today.
he succeeds at first, only to be silenced by you getting a bit too close to him, causing his heart to flutter as you just as quickly take hold of his hand, craftily navigating the maze as if you’d practiced going along this specific route.
it was then the two of you were met with one of the maze’s gazebos in a more open area, but to his surprise, it was decorated with a plethora of over the top valentines decorations. in the center, as the two of you approached for easier viewing, he noticed, a little tea set with tea already prepared—still hot, he noticed from the steam emitting from the tea pot, and he can’t help but wonder how far you’d planned this without him knowing.
finally, you bring him to sit beside you, only now letting go of his hand now that you finished guiding him ( though he leaned into the hand hold in defiance for just a split second before realizing how ‘scandalous’ it was ).
“riddle, i know i interrupted your speech, sorry..” you began, and his eyes lit up in slight recognition at the fact you seemed to already be aware of what he was originally planning. “i just wanted a change of scenery i guess!”
riddle immediately nodded his head stiffly, as you prepared the tea for the both of you, and he didn’t fail to notice how you did so while following the tea related rules.
“yes, yes of course..because it’s the most romantic day of the year, correct?”
and just like that, riddle was flustered again as you seemed to smile at him in as much genuinity and warmth you could muster, as if you were congratulating him for getting it ‘correct’.
“exactly!” your smile seemed to grow bigger, and riddle questioned to himself if that was a possible thing, as he looked a bit down from your eyes to notice how you seemed to be a bit nervous and flustered yourself. “you see riddle, since it’s valentines and i’ve been meaning to tell you, i-“
“allow me to finish what i had to say before, [y/n],” he blatantly interrupts, and you wonder if he’s getting back at you for when you did so the first time.
he takes one of the biscuits from the basket laid on the side of the table, and he notes how it doesn’t taste exactly like how trey made it. in fact, it was much more likely you made it yourself, and that alone made him more elated of how far you went for this moment.
“[y/n], i adore you,” and he says this through a shiver down his spine, but he sits up a little more proudly when he notices your more flustered appearance. “and i’d be more than happy if you would be my partner…from now to forever.”
you didn’t respond immediately, but got closer to him, in his personal space as if the table between the two of you didn’t exist in the first place.
“riddle…can i kiss you?” and then you continued, as his breath hitched at the moment, “because i love you too.”
que another moment of stiffness and reddening of his face, which you made a face at that was clearly meant to tease him. he can’t find it in himself to be mad about it, though.
“o-oh…yes, of course! since we’re beloveds now..”
and the moment he approved, you suddenly were leaning in just enough to give him a soft kiss on the lips, before slowly pulling away, leaving him to unconsciously try to lean in to your touch again, before making the choice to control himself as you got up from your chair to approach him more personally.
“let’s go on our own official date then, yeah?”
and this time, he more selfishly leans into your touch as he takes the initiative to hold your hand in his own, joining you as he stood up.
“of course, my…” and he hesitates a bit before you nod, and suddenly he’s much calmer. “my dear. let’s head off then, shall we? i have a much better place for the two of us to spend our time.”
it didn’t go quite as planned, riddle thinks to himself as this time he’s the one who guides you, but at the very least, he can lean into your touch without fail.
thank u for reading!! likes n comments are appreciated!!
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Merry (late depending on your timezone) Christmas y'all ! Heres a little oneshot Christmas gift from me <3
DIY Santa
Summary: Judith drags you along with her to meet Santa, but surprises you when she demands that you also tell Santa what you want for Christmas.
Daryl Dixon x F!Reader
Wordcount: 1,002
Warnings: Some very very slight suggestive dialogue
Authors Note: Thank you all so much for all the love on the works I've posted so far, I really can't explain how much that means to me <33 I have a longer Christmas oneshot I'm working on, but I didn't finish in time like I thought I would :( So I threw together this little oneshot so that I could post something today. Hope u enjoy it, and that all of you had a great day ! <333
(border made by me :) )

You really didn’t understand how Carol had convinced him to do it, but you weren’t complaining. Judith dragged you up the stairs to the small gazebo that sat in the middle of Alexandria and all you could do was bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. The little girl let go of her grasp on your hand and ran up to Daryl. He was dressed in a ragedy white sweater, red sweatpants, and a red beanie with a cottonball beard attached to it. Carol must have called in a seriously big favor.
Daryl picked up Judith and plopped her in his lap. The two of you had been waiting in the little line for longer than you would have liked to spend in the cold while listening to all the other children of Alexandria plead with ‘Santa’ about why they really needed a new bike, a barbie doll, or a pony for Christmas. Daryl looked less than pleased, but he surprisingly played along. However, when you and Jude ascended the steps to the dingy setup, Daryl’s expression showed a flicker of change. He bounced Jude on his lap while asking her what she wanted for Christmas. “Mmm, I want a jump rope and rollerskates!” Okay, easy enough… you were beginning to silently thank Carol, as you had been stumped on what to get your little niece. “Ah! Well, I think Santa can work somethin’ out…” Daryl looked to you and gave you a wink. You lowered your head as you chuckled in attempt to hide the heat that was creeping up your cheeks.
“Your turn aunt (Y/N)!!” Judith hopped off Daryl’s lap to grab your arm and drag you towards him. You were shocked at her demand and tried to quickly stutter out an excuse. “Oh honey, I think I’m a little to old for Santa to get me a gift.” You tried to laugh it off while avoiding making eye contact with ‘Santa’. “Nonsense!” Daryl laughed, “Yer never too old for Santa.” He opened his arms gesturing for you to take a seat. There was no hiding the blush now.
In attempt to shut everyone up before further argument, you reluctantly turned and sat yourself on Daryl’s knee, angling your body slightly towards him. You didn’t know where to put your hands, so you ended up awkwardly resting them on your thighs. Daryl carefully wrapped one arm around the small of your back, his hand slightly gripping your hip while the other gently rested on your knee. His warm touch felt jarring against the chill breeze that was nipping at you. When the two of you met eyes, it suddenly felt like you were underwater. Everything and everyone else around you was drowned out, the soft glow of the warm lights that had been strung around the gazebo backlit his face in a halo. “And what do you want for Christmas Aunt (Y/N)?” He spoke to you in a low whisper. You were frozen in the icy blue of his eyes, unable to speak or move.
When you didn’t respond, he prompted you with another question, “Well, I guess it depends if you’ve been nice or naughty this year…” Your stillness broke as you bit your lip and finally gave into the blush that nearly covered your whole body at this point. “She’s been nice this year!” Judith interjected from the sidelines. You had forgotten that she was there and quickly turned around to smile at her before returning to Daryl. He leaned in close to your ear and said in a low whisper, “Now tha’s a damn shame”. He pulled back and gave you a smirk. You finally were able to break your silence with a small laugh.
You and Daryl had been playing a dangerous game over the past few years. Always toeing the line, but never crossing it. You told yourself that nothing ever happened because you never had the time or stability to explore your desires, but part of you was just scared that he didn’t really feel the same despite the constant flirting. But something about the way the sun was setting over the walls, the flicker of lights in the gazebo, and the way he was confidently eying you made you take a chance and stick just a toe over the line. This time, you were the one to lean into him and whispered in a quiet sultry voice, “I may have been a good girl this year, but I definitely thought about doing some very naughty things…” before pulling back and giving him a smirk now.
Your comment had caught poor Daryl so off guard that his mouth hung slightly agape with his eyebrows rising. You paused for a second, shooting him a knowing look. “But maybe since I’ve been so good, I’ll get what I really want this year.” You said in a sly tone and looked up at him through your lashes for a beat. Then, as nonchalantly as possible, you stood up and turned to Judith with a big smile and an outstreatched hand which she gladly grabbed. The two of you sauntered off down the steps, and you made sure your hips swayed in the most seductive way possible. Once the both of you had cleared the gazebo and started walking down the street, you turned back and gave Daryl a smug smile and a wink before turning onto Rick and Michonne’s street.
Daryl sat back in his chair stunned and glanced at Carol who had been keeping the kids in line occupied. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile while shrugging before turning her attention to the next kid in line and sending him up the stairs. Daryl tried his hardest not to think about the way you looked at him for the rest of his Santa shift. But every time the thought of you sitting on his lap creeped it’s way into his head, his heart rate sped up just a bit.

Again, love you all and hope you had a good day <3 Sending all of y'all lots of love <33333
((((Should I do a part 2 ????))))
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Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x
pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)
pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader
summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k
includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff
warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy
note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.
Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.
A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.
Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.
In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.
The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.
“Hello, my angel!”
You chuckle, “it’s just me.”
“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”
“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”
A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”
“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”
“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.
“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!
—☽—
For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.
You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.
Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.
With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.
Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.
A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”
In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.
“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.
“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”
A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”
“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.
Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.
Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.
“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.
It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.
Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”
“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”
“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”
You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”
“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.
“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”
Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”
It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”
“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.
—☽—
Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.
Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.
“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”
Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.
There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.
“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.
Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.
Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.
“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”
“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”
“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”
Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.
You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.
The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.
—☽—
Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.
Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.
Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.
Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.
Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”
There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.
Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.
Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.
Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”
“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.
You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.
The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.
Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.
An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”
“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.
Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.
Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.
Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.
Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”
Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.
Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.
Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.
Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.
Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.
“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”
A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.
Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.
Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.
Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.
Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.
“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”
Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.
Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.
“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.
She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”
Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.
“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.
You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”
There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”
Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.
—☽—
When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.
“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.
“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”
“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”
“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.
“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.
“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.
“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”
“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.
The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.
In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.
note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever
feedback appreciated as always
#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems#gwendoline christie#wednesday netflix#wednesday series#lgbtq fanfiction#lgbtq#lesbian
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i keep thinking about like seo yul who has been hired to be a personal guard to the reader. and she's either like the daughter of a rly noble family or a princess just someone rly highly established in society who needs protection
and yul falls in love as soon as he sees her, he's literally so whipped he would do whatever she asked him. and once she realizes that he's not gonna tell her what to do like everyone else in her life, she starts to fall too. and like he helps her sneak out and they're just idiots in love <//3
LIKE U JUST KNOW YUL WOULD BREAK THE RULES WHEN HES SO SO IN LOVE CAUSE HE DID IT BEFORE AND THAT THOUGHT MAKES MY BRAIN GO CRAZY SKDFJSK
training // calming balm
author's note. HI ZANNA CUTIE THANK J FOR THE YUL REQ LIKE I NEEDED RHAT IN MY LIFE!!! i hope u enjoy it bc personally i feel like it isnt the best thing i’ve written :(
summary. yul falls for you // soft moments w yul as your guard
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“a bodyguard?” seo yul repeated in disbelief, eyes wide and directed at his uncle. his voice echoed in the wide room as the older man just nodded.
“the l/n family just moved here and they’re a well respected people. their daughter was raised not to cause any harm and live peacefully; therefore, in case of an attack she wouldn’t be able to protect herself” park jin explained calmly. yul just nodded “it’s not going to be a permanent occupation, only until the time they find a professional guard for their daughter”
“i understand” yul bowed gently.
“i’m glad. we’ll pay them a visit in a while, i’d want you to go with me” park jin announced. his nephew didn’t say anything, just nodded. the older watched him leave the room almost as quietly as a rustle of wind.
yul was smiling gently while talking to your parents, genuinely invested in why they moved here. the tea that was served was truly delightful and he couldn’t help himself but ask for more. when the discussion topic turned into a political one, the young mage looked around the garden. the gazebo they were seated in was cozy and prettily decorated, you could see the majority of the open space with one’s bare eye.
suddenly, yul saw a movement behind the peony bushes. he straighted his back and his hand rested on the grip of his sword.
eyes trained on the bush, he frowned upon hearing some voices.
out of the blue, someone fell from the bushes with a yelp. everyone looked that way, lady l/n letting out a huff.
“there she is… gods, this child will make me die because of an heart attack one day” she mumbled.
indeed, there was a young lady standing in front of the peony bush. she was dusting off the pink flower petals and leaves from her pastel purple hanbok. everyone could notice she was saying something to herself and seemingly, she didn’t realise she wasn’t alone.
“this is our daughter, y/n” your father sighed.
you looked up and suddenly saw the four people’s gazes on you. blood of embarrassment rushing to your cheeks, you approached them.
bowing gently you greeted the guests and a young man caught your attention. it seemed that you caught his too – he was staring at you in awe.
“greetings” you mumbled and refused to look at the unfamiliar people.
“where have you been– you know what? i done even wish to know. this is your new bodyguard, seo yul” your father pointed at the young man in light purple hanbok. you smiled upon realising it had the shade as yours. sending him a nod, he bowed.
his face was truly handsome and being honest, you were glad it was him and not the older man seated next to him.
“it is my pleasure to meet you. i promise, a single hair won’t fall off your head as long as i’ll be guarding you” he said softly. his ebony irises were glued to you, enchanted by your beauty. park jin just lifted the corner of his lips in a smirk, noticing how smittened his nephew is.
“and your name is…?” you asked, ignoring the look your mother sent your way.
“seo yul, lady l/n” the brown haired man replied, his feline-alike features causing you to study his face. then, your gaze fell upon his plum-shaded hanbok with tender, blueish sewings forming peonies. how ironic.
“i like your hanbok, seo yul” you smiled and bowed, then looked at your parents “i still need to unpack my baggage so if you’ll excuse me, i shall get going”
they just nodded and dived back in to the conversation whereas the young mage’s eyes followed you until you disappeared inside the house.
you were so pretty and graceful yet – unlike choyeon – you had a rebellious spark in your eye. something in you just intrigued seo yul and he didn’t even notice when he tried to drink from an empty porcelain cup.
the young mage arrived at your residence, the warm sun heating up his skin pleasantly. the fresh air was filled with the scent of flowers that blossomed in the garden, the birds’ singing beautifully filling in the silence.
someone from the servants led him to your chamber and knocked gently, looking at the new addition to the staff.
“lady y/n is very… childish. please, don’t be afraid to tell her no if she has an ridiculous idea or a foolish request” they said. yul frowned and suddenly the door opened, your maid looking the man up and down.
“you may come in” she said and yul stepped inside.
“who is it?” your voice rung in the room yet you weren’t nowhere in sight. only when your maid came to the folding screen and stepped behind it, he realised you’re there.
blush hit his cheeks and he shook his head.
“it’s seo yul, lad–” he started.
“we’re the same age, i assume. please, don’t use any of the honorific words and nicknames” you hummed and then said something to your maid “this ribbon, please”
yul looked around the room. he didn’t spend much time with noble women except choyeon, yet he thought it’s something known that women tend to be tidy. well…
maybe your room was somehow clean, it definitely had it’s own charm. history books on the floor, along with calligraphy supplies. horse-themed ornaments scattered on the wooden furniture, makeup tools next to a pretty mirror and… empty plates.
“can you show me around the city today, yul?”
his gaze snapped up and he felt his face get warm when he noticed you caught him staring. but there was no anger or disgust in your eyes, no. pure amusement and excitement.
“of course” he nodded, taking in the sight of you. today, you decided to wear a faint yellow hanbok. the sewings at the bottom of the dress were gold and formed a beautiful scenery: young deers, forest plants and wild birds. the rest of the clothing, including the frame of your sleeves, was white. there was a yellow ribbon in your braided hair.
“we shall go, then” you grinned and energetically stormed out of the room. he looked shocked at the maid. the older lady just sighed, dramatically wiping her forehead.
“good luck” she just mumbled and seo yul chased after you, with a love-struck smile.
“so? what are you going to show me? can we see the mage place?” you asked, not even turning around when you heard his footsteps approaching.
you knew he’d say no: you heard that only mages were allowed to enter the place and after all – sadly – you were no mage.
“sure, i’ll take you to jeongjinjak. but be aware that the mages might not be too pleased to see you there” he answered casually and just when he caught up with you, you halted your movements. yul realised he had to stop and turn around, blinking.
“really?” you asked in disbelief, lips forming into a huge smile.
“of course, why not?” seo yul returned your smile.
“i thought… ah, it doesn’t matter. we should go, then” you hummed happily.
yul already knew that he won’t be able to resist you.
“oh my, it’s beautiful here” you sighed when you entered jeongjinjak. the place was spacious and quiet, the air filled with a feeling of seriousness and a scent of old books “do you live here?”
yul nodded, his hand intertwined behind his back as you two strolled around the place carefully.
“my uncle is in charge of this place” yul added. passing by some young mages that were training, you sent them a sweet smile and bowed gently.
they all stared at you in awe, immediately losing focus and stumbling over their own feet. giggling at that, you failed to notice the disapproving look yul sent them.
“i always wanted to at least possess the power ryusu” you hummed sadly “but my parents were never willing to find me a teacher, even though they know some of the stages themselves. selfish, isn’t it?”
you turned to yul and his apologetic smile. there was a certain softness in his features, a look that was different to what you always stumble upon. most of the people assumed you’re a spoiled brat and treated you this way. but yul was the only one who didn’t: he was carefully listening and genuinely cared about what you said.
“i can teach you the basics, y/n” he offered and before you could burst out with happiness, he quickly added “but it must remain a secret between us”
“of course it will” you grinned and quickly went to hug him. you realized your actions and froze, feeling ashamed of your impulsiveness. seo yul noticed that and his heart ached with a strange feeling. were you taught to suppress your emotions? “thank you so much, yul”
“it will be my pleasure, la– y/n” he smiled, ebony irises glinting with happiness. you held eye contact for a mere moment longer before there was a sudden bang.
it was the mages in training who were just staring at you and didn’t notice that they tripped over the edge of the passage.
spending time with yul became a part of your routine. however, it wasn’t a negative thing. you loved his company; for the first time ever you felt like you had a friend. someone who truly cared for you.
a knock at your door caused you to smile. yul had a specific pattern of knocking – it sounded like a tender melody, rhythmic but pleasant to listen to.
“come in!” you hummed, finishing braiding your hair. your guard entered, bowing and scanning your figure (not so) secretly.
“good morning” he hummed, stepping in. you could read it on his face that he wanted to add something but halted from doing so. ‘you look stunning today’ was what lingered on his lips, albeit his shyness prevented him from wording it out.
“what should we do today?” you asked, tilting your head.
you adored seo yul – he always kept up with your ideas and temper. most of the maids were old and always too tired to even take a short walk. even though he wasn’t your maid – and certainly, he wasn’t old – he never had a problem with taking strolls around the city or showing you the neighbourhood . sometimes it included walking through hills, high grasses and small rivers. but he was always willing to do so.
“is there something particular you wish to do?” he asked, his tender voice calm as always.
“not really, no” you shook your head.
“then, we could go–”
he wasn’t meant to finish when your mother barged into the room. her face morphing into relief when she noticed you.
“you’re here, good. do not leave the house today, i heard there are some… civil commotions in the city. and it’s been dangerous lately” she said and her eyes met yul’s. he bowed “oh, you’re here. you can go home now. y/n’s not leaving the household today”
“but mother, i–” you started.
“no. it’s too dangerous” she cut you off and left, the maids closing the door behind her.
yul watched your features grow sad and his heart sank. you lost your excitement, eyes gradually fogging with a strange, bland emotion.
“it’s fine. i’m not in the mood anymore, you can go home” you mumbled, turning your face to the window.
“i’m not in the position to disobey your mother’s orders, however i’m your guard” yul offered and carefully studied your reaction “and not to brag or be overconfident, but you’re going to be safe under my watch”
there was a ghost of a smile dancing on your lips as you played with the hem of your hanbok.
“mhm… and what if my parents found out?” you hummed, cocking your eyebrow.
“i’d take the responsibility” yul said seriously. shaking your head, you stood up.
“no need, i was just teasing you. shall we go, then? where are we going, anyway?” you asked.
“to the market. i believe you haven’t seen it yet, y/n?” he asked with a tender smile.
“no, our maids do the duty of providing food…” you hesitated and stopped yul before he left. his eyes widened when he felt your hand on his chest “how are we going to leave? it’s the middle of the day, everyone will see us”
“just trust me, lady” he hummed and slid his hand to grab yours “may i?”
you nodded. yul’s gentle and smooth hand took in yours, as if scared that he’ll cause harm. blush spreading across your cheeks, you looked away and let him lead you.
seo yul was like a cat – his moves were sharp and calculated, paying attention to if someone is coming or not. in no time, you left through the back door and the garden. finding yourself in the middle of a busy street, you looked at him with wide eyes and a smile of gratitude.
“i’ll be using this route” you grinned and saw a flash of fear go through his face.
“no, don’t do that… you’ll get hurt or…” he started and you let out a gasp, drawing some passersby’s attention.
“what is that? that colorful thing? wait, yul, are those parrots?” you yelped in excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh sincerely. his features dropped when you ran off.
“wait a moment!” he giggled, adoring your excitement.
yul walked you through the market, explaing who’s selling what. the delicious smells and colors surrounded you, mouth agape as you took in all the amazing views. the young mage was stealing glances at you and how adorable you were while doing that.
“oh, the sweets!” he hummed and noticed you look that way curiously.
“can we get some?” you asked.
“of course” he grinned, hands interlocked behind his back. he followed you slowly while you already approached the seller. eyes meeting, you stood closer to him once yul arrived.
“what are we having? my treat!” you grinned “all of them look delicious…”
“my favourite are the pine pollen tea ones” he mumbled shyly, pointing at the greenish cookies.
“well then, we’ll have each one of everything” you hummed and noticed the seller’s eyes widen.
“ah, yul!”
you both turned around and saw a man with blonde hair approach you. while yul was distracted, you said something to the snack seller.
“what a beautiful lady… my name is park danggu” the blond man bowed dramatically as you stared him up and down.
“uh-uh. nice to meet you, i’m l/n y/n” you smiled and frowned, looking at yul. he just smiled.
“that’s a friend of mine” your guard explained and noticed all the snacks are already packed, waiting for you. suddenly, yul had a strange feeling ache in his heart: he did not want you to talk too much with danggu. “shall we go home?”
“oh, already?” you pouted, grabbing the bag. yul took it from you, fingers brushing against each other. blush spread on both of your cheeks. danggu smiled upon that.
“yeah, i’m busy either way. i will see you around, yul. don’t come home too late, though” danggu wiggled his brows and was off before yul could even say something.
“he’s silly” you snickered and poked his arm. yul seemed flustered.
on your way back you chatted all the time. you decided you won’t go anywhere once you’re home, so you dismissed yul to go back (only after thanking him for his company, of course).
once back at jeongjinjak, yul was surprised to see a package addressed for him.
it turned out you bought all the pine pollen tea snacks for him and had them delivered at his dorm.
the mage couldn’t help but melt and smile absentmindedly at the gesture.
for a couple of days yul was dismissed from his duties: your parents gave him some spare time and you said you’re not in the mood to leave the house. it left him pondering if something is wrong and decided to ask you if everything is alright.
the time he spent without you made him realise something: life is bland when you’re not by his side. you’re so lively and energetic, yet so adorable at the same time. he missed you and had this tingling feeling in his heart whenever you weren’t around. yul was looking forward to the day he’ll meet you again.
after finally coming back to his duties, he went right away to your chamber. it was late and dark outside but a messenger called him, saying it was urgent. the mage thought something dangerous was happening.
“y/n?” yul asked, coming into the room. there was a couple of candles lighting up the room, shadows dancing on the walls.
“yul! let’s go out!” you whisper-yelled, grabbing his hands. a pleasant warmth spread through his body before he processed your words.
“what? i thought it was an emergency and you got hurt…” he mumbled.
“no, no. i’m fine. just bored to death… are there any horses…?” you asked hesitantly.
“h-horses?” he choked out, eyes widening. you shrugged nonchalantly.
“i feel like going on a horse ride”
you are insane.
“sure, we’ll find something” he scoffed, shaking his head. he shouldn’t be doing this; none of this, at all. he’s about to sneak out with a lady he was supposed to protect and do something that could potentially harm you. which, he was here to prevent in the first place.
but he couldn’t help it! he felt like you put a spell on him, he just wasn’t able to resist.
“we shall go then, my lady” he hummed. good thing the room was dimmed, otherwise he’d see how your face reddened with a shade of ruby-alike shade of the yin and yang jade.
yul held your hand gently and helped you leave through the window. erupting into quiet giggles when you almost stepped on his feet or when you passed the peony bush where he first saw you. under the cover of dark night sky, yul led you to a nearest stallion. he looked around, making sure no one saw you.
“y/n, do you even know how–” he turned around and gasped when he saw you already on the horse.
“can we go to the pretty fields? please…” you mumbled. yul nodded slowly and hopped on a horse too, leading the way.
“we should be back before sunrise…” he mumbled. there was a look of calmness in your face, almost unfamiliar.
wind in your hair, the sound of horse hooves pleasantly clacking against the ground underneath the starry sky caused your heart to soothe. the smell of fresh grass and yul’s silhouette beautifully framed by moonlight – it was a moment that you wanted to stay in forever.
arriving at the fields, you stopped next to a small stream. the water was rustling pleasantly, hypnotizing you. yul realized that you stopped following him and turned around, looking at you. something was troubling your mind, clearly.
“yul-ah”
even in the faint light you saw his eyes widen. cute.
“yes, y/n?” he asked, voice gentle.
“i think i… no. um, actually, no. i’ve been practising ryusu! can i show you?” you asked and he nodded, locking his hands between his back.
you put your body strength on your legs, focusing to keep your moves sharp and clean. chest moving up and down to keep your breathing regular and steady. just when you thought you got it–
“y/n, i think… my heart longs for you when you’re not present but then it acts as if it was possessed whether you hold my hand… i’d rather look at you than all of the stars or beautiful ornaments” yul said, his words carried by wind.
letting out a shaky breath, you looked at him. moonlight shining on his handsome face and somewhat scared eyes.
“why did i say that…” he mumbled.
you let out a melodic laugh and ran up to him, wrapping hands around his neck. yum was startled but held you gently.
“you fool” you mumbled, smiling against the fabric of his hanbok “my heart calls out for you too. i’ve been meaning to say that for while, that’s why i needed some time alone”
“huh?”
you leaned away and gently grabbed his face, cupping his cute cheeks.
“you’re the only one who understands me, yul-ah. i bask in your warmth and kindness, your spirit makes me feel alive– can… can i kiss you? i’m out of words” you asked. yup nodded shyly, unsure what to do with his hands.
placing your lips on his plump ones, he instinctively wrapped hus hands around your waist. pulling you closer and smiling softly into the kiss.
when you felt like you were running out of your breath, he pulled away.
“you need more training though…”
a frown formed on your face and he snickered.
“with ryusu?” you asked, unable to believe he just said that.
“no– well, yes. if you train your breathing, you’ll be able to kiss longer” a smirk danced on his lips “or the other way around. fortunately for you, i can help with such matter”
suddenly his eyes widened, the flirty behaviour disappeared in a blink of an eye.
“don’t tell your parents. or my uncle. we’re kind of… breaking the rules”
“i won’t” you smiled sweetly and tip-toed to smooch his cheek.
years spend alone without friends or love, barely with your parents caused your heart to ache in a mysterious and hurtful way. but now, with yul by your side, a soothing feeling washed over it as if someone put a calming balm. a balm called love.
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THANM YOU SO MUCH GOR WRITING FOR THE U9 20 GUYS!!! you have no idea how longe ive waited for this hehhe
could u do a garden date with haru hayate? since he likes botany so much :3
-haru hayates wife (REAL)
"Hanging all around us..."
⋆°• ☁︎ - Garden date
Feat. Haru Hayate
AN: Thank you so so much for the request!! I haven't been able to write for him so I hope I did him justice!!
The sweet smell of flowers was the first thing to reach your nose when your tall boyfriend covered your eyes and led you to an undisclosed location for a date. No matter how many times you ask where you were only met with a short answer in the same calm voice.
“You’ll see soon…”
That was until he finally took his hands off your eyes, revealing a small garden with a gazebo in the middle. Flowers, among different types of vines and plants, hung all around. Off the walls, on the sides of railings, and even through the cracks of the abandoned slightly demolished building and the gazebo in the middle. The only word that could describe it was… mesmerizing, and standing behind you was the only other person to know about it. You met Haru’s eyes when you turned around, a little shocked at the stunning place he had brought you, only to be met with a small smile as he took your hand, leading you over to the white domed building in the middle of it all.
“It’s a place I found when I was younger… Not too far from my place and I’ve been tending it ever since. I’m the only one who knew about it besides you now…”
He sat you down in the gazebo, a small white table and chairs in the middle, where there was a small flower sitting on the table, which he picked up and placed behind your ear. A small sign of affection. Hayate could only smile as you admired all the plants around the area, explaining everything that you happened to keep your eye on for just a few more seconds than normal. Haru knew that you didn’t understand when he explained about a certain type of plant, until he remembered something. Ever since he had met you, one of the first questions he ever asked was about your favorite type of flower. So, he assumed, now that you were dating and had been for a few months it would be a good time to show you. He stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you over towards the rundown building towards the back of the area, and there on the ground, protected in the middle of a bunch of other smaller plants and vines, was your favorite flower. He had been nurturing it and growing it ever since you two had talked for the first time, and eventually got enough courage to ask you on a date. Call it a sign of affection for you. That he took the time to care for the plant like it was a kid. Watch as he planted it, make sure to water it and getting it enough light, all until it started to sprout, just like the love he felt for you, all the way up until now, when it was in full bloom, and the prettiest it would ever look. However, he did feel there was something prettier than the flower, which was the person standing next to him. The one he would understand, watch bloom, just as the flower did. As they started to walk away, there was a taller thing starting to bloom not far from the flower he had planted for you. A daisy. Growing taller then the flower sat in the middle of the room. And even with the hardships of growing, they still were together, growing and blooming, knowing that in due time the wind would bring them together, just like how a small push from his teammates eventually brought the two of you together. Even if it was the wind who brought them together, the way their stems tied, just as your hands intertwined, those flowers would stay together, through thick and thin, they would be together until they wilted.
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sam and someone who doesn’t believe in love>>
like i feel like she’s a hunter too but she was raised by a hardass father who didn’t take shit from no one and basically told her from the get go that most men r shitty ppl so she’d js make herself as undesirable as she could.
she woulda definitely met sam n dean on a hunt and she woulda saved them bc she can absolutely kick ass and sam was like an in love puppy straight away, and he tries to be like “hey let’s be friends” but she’s like “i don’t do friends” and leaves it at that but like a year later they meet again at the roadhouse and i feel like some of the old men hunters were definitely talking shit abt sam so she’d kick their asses. also dean lays it on THICK with her but she’s like “hit on me again and i’ll knock your teeth out” and he doesn’t so him n her have a sibling dynamic from then on.
but yeah no shes got a soft spot for sam, a tiny one but its there, she slips him her number but is like “we’re not friends, it’s only if you need help” and leaves and again he’s in love all over again but she’s like a ghost to him, when she appears it’s brief and his heart hurts when she goes. anyways he calls her (not for help js to talk) and she hangs up because it’s not for case help.
they meet again at bobby’s where she’s crying (very unusual for her because she’s very cold and tough) but basically her dad died and bobby was comforting her and sam wants to but she’s not a touchy person and tries to keep her façade up in front of him and fight his hugs but eventually stops resisting and just cries in his arms, also remember that by this point sam’s in love with her. i think she’s starting to day but she’s like “nah i don’t do love” very stubborn but they don’t see each other in person for around 2 years, only phone calls
then they meet again and she’s the one in trouble and sam n dean both save her, while getting drunk they get on the topic of convo (love) and she says she doesn’t believe and sam does and sam actually rambles on cutely about it and she kinda falls for him but represses it and an extremely drunk sam confesses his feelings to her and she just shuts down and leaves and she gets into a car crash, she deffo has bobby as her next of kin since her dad is gone so the boys find out so sam sees her in that state and breaks down crying bc the woman he’s loved for so many years is laid in a hospital bed hooked up to sm things but he stays with her and his face is the first she sees when she wakes up and sam lays her head on her and she comforts him
anyways she decides to get closer to sam and they become friends and they have deep conversations about love, she puts it down to oxytocin n shit and he tells her why it’s sm more than that and she thinks she’s starting to believe but she’s like “nah dude” to herself
anyways she asks bobby for advice n he says to give sam a chance so she calls him and drops the coordinates to a really pretty willow tree by a lake with a gazebo thing and she dresses up the best she can (that being makeup and a pretty dress, accentuates the chest but the rest is imaginative) and he loses his breath for a minute because of how you look under the gazebo light and you tell him how he made you believe and that you love everything you know about him and he cries and kisses you and ur like “why u crying” n he’s like “happy tears honey” and yeah
the timeline for everything above this is between s1-5, so sam waited 4/5 years
ofc she loves dean like a brother, their relationship bloomed into a very nice platonic sibling thing and she occasionally lets him hug her when she needs it
but sam writes her poetry n stuff and they’re like the cutest and sexiest couple, also the loudest, the get a separate room sometimes and dean is like “dudes keep it down i can hear you through the wall u freaks” and it’s the same in the bunker, even when u both think ur quiet dean can still hear shit, he also walked in on u n him while u were on top and sam shielded ur body so good like yes pussy queen slay come here and protect me like that‼️
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this is like a whole ass long fic someone could make this into a series probably like wow. this eats so hard <33 just such a good storyline i love love love it <333 you said it all bbg i don't even think i could contribute to this LOL wagh the potential for all the good fic tropes is absolutely there I JUST LOVE ITTT <333
#. >> asks !#. >> lovely anons !#. >> sammy !#. >> 💽anon !#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester#sam winchester blurb
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Idk how to tag polls I’ve done but this is going to be derived from rhe poll on my last post where gymnast!daughter gets almost kidnapped at a gala and Jason who won the poll will save her.
I will do another part with other characters in the same situation but I have exams tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, two days after tomorrow (😰😭) basically all of this week and then some next week and some the week after so I’ve got a lot of stuff to do and my tumblr hasn’t been a priority BUT, near mid June my exams r done then I don’t have school so I’ll be good by then( I should be but I don’t actually know my timetable after the 15th so idk atp)
Anyway, this fic shall commence.
Also I’m going to be writing from gymnastics!daughters view so yall can read this as an x reader insert because they are butt(lol Alfred the buttler w 2xts) I always write as gymnast!daughter instead of x gymnast!reader so yeah. Also as you can probably tell I write for fem reader but I can definitely do gn!readers or m!reader so lmk if you have any specific requests for that or anything as I’d probably be able to write that quicker than just thinking stuff up :)) enjoy the fic.
Gymnast!daughters POV or reader POV u choose
Being a Wayne is actually nicer than the rest of the family maie it out to be. Dick hates galas, Stephanie would rather read creppypastas and watch YouTube horror documentaries from 2010 and everyone else just always complains whenever we have to attend one.
They all say it’s the worst part about being part of the Wayne family.
I personally think it’s like second or third best. First best is definitely having a Dad who’s actually invested in your life and second is also having siblings, adopted and biological.
But loving attending these galas doesn’t mean I love everything that happens at them.
Right now is a perfect example.
I would like to paint you all a picture, one from 3 hours ago.
I had arrived at the Gala with Dad, Damian, Duke, Tim and Stephanie. Dick had ‘police duty’ yeah as if, he and Babs were too busy making out in the comms room, he’s not slick we all know he isn’t actually working. Well, if you considering the chance he might actually help Babs with comms then yeah maybe you could say he’s working.
Cass and Jason are undercover tonight, Dad said there was a possible gang ring happening under this guys mansion and that Cass and Jason would be investigating as “private security” to see if they found anything suspicious. This is another reason why Dick was with Babs tonight, this place was huge. It wasn’t as big as the manor but this guys estate was still impressive there were like 3 outhouses à tennis court, golf lanes and a pool. Don’t forget the greenhouse gazebo thing outside aswell.
This guy, whilst not on Dads level was still minted.
Which bring us to my next point.
Ever since being officially indoctrinated into the Wayne family to the public eye and being announced as Bruce’s biological daughter who he never knew he had ( big fat L imo) I have been in the public eye.
I mean not only for that, I’ve been known as Bruce’s daughter for like 4 years now so the excitement of that had worn down a bit and I am part of the US national gymnastics team and will be competing at the summer Olympics so… yeah that ain’t the only reason I’m popular but it does make me known as Bruce’s spoiled daughter.
I mean he did renovate my teams gym and spent a shit ton of money on expanding it and getting private coaches, but I wouldn’t say I’m spoiled, I just get treated well.
But you can see why people believe that my Dad would spend a shit ton of money on me, even millions, because he has, and does so I can’t really blame them for thinking that.
Who might they be?
The people who are holding me random right now.
Tonight is not my night.
I mean it lowkey is as my dress is gorgeous, face and hair too but being kidnapped kind of puts that in perspective and makes you think wow, my luck is shitty.
Which right, now it is.
So quick recap of how rhe heck this happened.
I arrived at the gala family in tow.
Me and Bruce go around socialising with the other guests as the rest of my siblings are recluses who don’t like fancy parties. Spoiler(yes pun intended) alert I do!!
So I’m busy chatting with some fellow Gothamites, some teens my age who aren’t as snobby as they are at school.
Private school is the ultimate snob fest for the rich heirs and heiresses of Gotham but when you attend à Gala, it’s a Snob fest for your parents so you get to chill and acrually speak with the kids your age in à civilised manner.
I was just chit chatting with some of my friends whilst Dad tried making business deals either their parents to buy their company when I needed the bathroom.
So, like any normal person would, I say “I need to use the bathroom, excuse me I’ll be 5 minutes” I don’t just walk away mid conversation snd I don’t just piss myself right where I stand, I excuse myself then I leave.
I passed Dad on the way so I said à quick hi then told him where I was going.
It was upon entering rhe hallway that my fate was sealed.
So the gala started around 3 hours ago and I went to the bathroom maybe an hour ago or 45 minutes? I’m not sure but somewhere between 45 minutes and an hour and a half ago.
I can’t tell my watch has been removed from my body.
Anyways, as I was saying, as soon as I entered the hallway and was out of sight from the main ballroom where the gala was happening light go out.
Not in the hallway, in me.
Something pricked my arm and then boom or not really boom since the lights didnt explode when everything went black but like, tstststs like sizzling water when it touches à hot stovetop.
That brings me to right now.
So I’m in this dirty grungy ugly ass broke as shit looking basement, and I’m in a prison cell.
Then this guy with a really weird red mask just walks up snd tells me they’ve tooken all my jewellery as personal compensation and some other stuff from me, but that if I want out then the “big boss” expects me to call my dad and say that either he pays a 50 million dollar ransom or they but à bullet between my eyes.
😀
You can see why I’m not happy right now.
So I’m getting threatens with death but then, I realise this could be a trap.
For some reason Gothamites believe my Dad is associated with Batman, they think that my Dad finds his equipment and everything in exchange for protection.
They’re so close I can’t decide if I want to cry or scream.
So this gang will have kidnapped me in the hopes of either Sad sending them 50 million or, dad sending batman & co.
I’m pretty sure this was probably a trap.
Which is why I call Babs.
She can access everyone’s comms although she’s probably already found me I need to go along with these guys.
This is where things got funny.
So I had the phone and called Babs.
She didn’t pick up, so I called Dick since they’re supposed to be right next to each other.
He doesn’t either.
I decide you know what, Tim should pick up.
🤡
I know I said this is where things got funny but really it was just embarrassing for me.
I know I should probably of called Dad by now but i had a plan.
Damian always answers my phone, so I called him snd he did actually pick up.
“Hello, why are you calling me?”
Right now I was dumbfounded because hellooooo I’ve been gone for ages?!?
No.
“Well I’ve been kidnapped and am currently being held at gun point by the people in the old guys basement and have been missing for like 45 minutes?? Why else would I call”
I want to say that this was a major aura loss.
I could hear D breath in sharply across the line.
You would think he’d say something like, I’ll inform father immediately and get Babs to track your location, seeing as he sounded so shocked at me being missing but no.
“You haven’t been gone for 45 minutes, you walked away 6 minutes and 47 seconds ago”
…
The woman was too stunned to speak.
“But I shall inform father snd have him send Todd and Cass down.”
Well there was no need for that as the basement door broke open and shits were fired, right into my kidnappers knee caps.
“No need D, either Jason and Cass were keeping an eye one me and noticed or someone else is shooting up this place.”
“Well I will still tell father, Duke js on his way to a more private place sk people don’t notice him searching for you and Tim has already informed Barbara and Dick, Stephanie is on her way to tell father right now I believe, well that or she’s headed back to the bouffet”
Sk I wasn’t really paying attention ti the door or my captors anymore but when some bitch decided ti steal my phone I did look up. And also not some bitch, Jason.
“No need gremlin me and Cass just got here, the big boss got out but get babs or Tim to track him, we’ll get her back upstairs”
As much as Jason annoys me at times I was really great full for him at this point because I was getting quite dizzy and for some reason all rhe colours in the room got super saturated and bright all of a sudden.
“ hey J, thanks for this but um I don’t feel too good”
And then my head hit the wall,
Pow.
Next I woke up I was back in my room.
Which was nicer than waking up in a dingy cold cell and feeling like I had been gone for 45 minutes but it only being 5 but there’s a reason for that.
When I passed out Jason and Cass brought me back to the Gala and them in their vigilante gear pretended to not know Bruce snd then just handed me over and told him I should see a doctor, so naturally the gala had kind of ended by then, especially since Damian wasn’t discreet whatsoever when he told dad I had been kidnapped.
Yeah, everyone knew I was missing before Jason and Cass brought me to the ballroom.
So Dad took me and Alfred drove me and the rest of the family home.
Which was like 4 days ago.
And it turns out I was injected with à weird drug that slows your brain down but is supposed to make it speed back up after so it kind of frys it. However since I was only out for 5 minutes and I passed out the drugs made it feel like 45 minutes and didnt have time to speed my brain up.
So my brain hasn’t been fried.
My fave however is on nearly every tabloid in Gotham.
Which isn’t unusual but under these circumstances it is.
Jason barged I ti my room at this point.
“ hey bendy ( I feel like that’s a fun nickname since she’s a gymnast and they bend a lot ) how’s your brain going?”
I haven’t decided if I hate Jason’s nicknames but he’s been calling me bendy for years now so it’s too late if I hate it.
“Alright, it isn’t fried yet sk that’s a plus side”
“Yeah but I bet you it’ll be hurting like a bitch”
That was very true, whilst I don’t really swear much hurting like a hitch is a very acute description of my condition.
“ well I can’t lie and say it doesn’t”
That got me a laugh out of him.
“Well rest up B tracked down the ringleader and hes behind bars but this guy has diplomatic immunity or something so he’s getting a trial but he says he still wants you to get out of bed in a couple of days for your graduation”
So I had forgotten about that but, yeah high school graduation is like in a weeks time. But at least dad isn’t making me get out of bed just yet, I can sleep all day today and then have dinner then pull an all nighter.
Sounds like a plan.
“Yeah don’t worry J I’ll probably just watch TV and then come down later for supper or for whenever I get hungry”
With that he patted my head and messed up my already messed up hair and left my room, he did however leak my door closed as he isn’t evil.
After all that I binge watched some episode of gumball, suits? Wwdits in no particular order then I checked my calendar for my next gala.
2 weeks, eh I’ll be up by then.
Alfred called me down later for dinner which was amazing he made shrimp pasta wich I loved.
We all ate and talked a little bit but before I went back home to bed Dsd hugged me snd told me that he’d start training me in martial arts that way if something like this ever happened again, wich given who I am it probably would, so that I could defend myself better and maybe one day if I wanted I could join him in defending others.
Which I agreed to but do regret seeing as I’ll be training tomorrow afternoon.
Wich means I’ll have to get up before 3.
But oh well. Life throws lemons and bricks at you so you need to be prepared for whichever hits you first.
#batman#bruce wayne#glowinthedarkjellyfish#gymnast!daughter#jason todd#nightwing#dc#dick grayson#gymnast!batsis#red hood#Tim drake#red robin#duke Thomas#Cassandra cain#spoiler#Stephanie brown#signal#orphan#Damian#Damian wayne#robin#damian al ghul#alfred o immortal one#gymnast!series
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Okay so me and a moot have been talking about marble hornets characters and ships paired with songs for a WHLE so heres a few we mentioned and their context.
Alex @ Jay, “ancient history” lyric is in reference to Amy
Frozen
Early stages Amylex -> Love is an open door
Into the unknown -> Alex being in denial about his bisexuality but also being curious
Let it go -> HE ACCEPTS IT
Little Mermaid
Kiss the girl is tortured lesbian Jessica singing about Amylex
Turning Red
Nobody Like U is Brian talking about Tim. That one notebook scene is Jaylex lmaoo
Rapunzel
When will my life begin from rapunzel being Tim -> Tim's morning lineup before college if he was home was like clean the house, go to school, go to work, make sure mom isn't dead, clean some more, buy (steal) cigarettes for himself , go home, sleep.
Mother knows best being his mom
I see the light being Brim
Encanto
Amy -> What else can i do?
Jay or Jessica -> Waiting on a miracle (their miracles are Amy and Alex)
We don’t talk about the operator
Moana
Jay -> How Far I’ll Go
Hoodie To Tim -> Get Lost (moana 2)
Crazy Ex Girlfriends
Apparently Tim is Rebecca and Jay Is Greg -> Aftee Everything Ive Done For You (That You Didnt Ask For)
youtube
Jay talking to Hoodie, Jessica and The Operator about Tim and Alex -> The Math of Love Triangles
youtube
Heathers
Jay Or Jessica -> Beautiful
AND FINALLY, CHICAGO.
Cell block tango all talking about Alex
Pop is Seth
Six is Amy
Squish is Jay
Uh-uh is Jessica
Cicero is Tim
Lipschitz is Brian
Seth seemed so annoyed with Alex in gazebo entry
Amy got cheated on by Alex and Jay
Alex paranoid about Jay
Jessica never hurt Alex
Tim blacked out
Brian involved in the artistic process with Alex
#marble hornets#slenderverse#headcanon#music headcanons#music posting#disney#disney songs#disney music#alex kralie#jay merrick#tim wright#brian thomas#brian marble hornets#alex marble hornets#jay marble hornets#tim marble hornets#amy walters#mh amylex#mh brim#jaylex mh#jessica locke#jessica x amy#i loved this#there may be more we’ll heve to see#there might be more#Spotify
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summary: Rory considers himself an artiste; the general population does not.
word count: 800
“Yo!”
And that is the end of the beginning. Rory frolics forth without a care in the world, dancing across the floor like they’re back at the Fairy Moon ball and haven’t been smothered by clouds for half a day’s travel. Fresh arrivals swerve out his way because, yeah, crashing into stained glass panes would cause less pain than being detained by someone whose school backpack is full of unicorn boxers. The more the sea parts, the less Sophia likes what she sees: a grin that’s all fangs, a boy that’s a-live, and a pair of colossal cargo pants that deserve their own cargo fairy boat. His pockets are almost as big as his head. Where’s Ava when you need her?
“So I'm Picasso reincarnated, right?”
That’s definitely a way to start a conversation. Now she just needs a way to end it. She presses her lips together. She doesn’t mean to open them after that, but Rory has a way of slipping past her defences. You know, like an obnoxiously mohawked Trojan horse. “Um, with or without the hatred of women?”
“Depends on who you ask, m’lady.”
Sophia glances at the ornate gazebo-elevator orb on the other side of the room. Valentina and her legion of luggage carriers are already airborne. Lucky.
“But because I love you slash everything you’ve done to the U of A rulebook, I spent all summer making these.”
He dives into his pockets. Something's somewhere deep down there, that's for sure. What's deep down there? Neither of them seem sure. Yeah, like, the search is almost as exciting as that time they stayed up until the ass crack of dawn watching microscopic white dots fall from the sky and birth more foals for her bestie to kidnap, but by the time he's pulled out his millionth piece of lint or his billionth broken Slinky, the sun's gone from blinding white to just plain gone, covered by grubby gray clouds and maybe her eyelids. God, she shouldn't have skipped out on that nap yesterday. All hope seems lost until he reaches into a patch just above the cuff of his jeans. He undoes the zipper and out comes...
Two oversaturated pieces of cardboard; one purple, one teal. He looks proud of them. She thinks she hears angels singing. Or his shoulder popping. Either way, not her problem.
“Wow.”
“This is serious, Owen Wilson. I've finally cracked the code to sneaking our phones out. You know what this school's done to my attention span? I can say stuff like attention span without barfing. I'm not graduating letting anyone expect anything but jokes from me, and joke's on everyone, I can't do that unless I can bully Discord mods with Storm and prove that Val's buying her Dress to Impress wins.” Whatever that means. He offers her the teal rectangle, voice a note away from squeal territory. “Check it. Turquoise-iest paint ever. Exact match for the tights.”
Sophia cocks her head. “I think it’s teal.”
“Girl, be so for real, you’ve flashbanged yourself with a gazillion rainbows. You think it’s teal?”
“I think it’s teal.”
“My guy from the thing of the city in Europe called it turquoise. Talk to the phone case.”
“I think it’s teal. Your guy from the what?”
From the what, she'll never know. Miss Furi and Ghost materialize beside them, already carrying a crate full of electronics. Rory yelps, very conveniently lobbing the phone cases into the box.
"Thank you," she says. "And goodbye."
“Wow. Great master plan, Picasso. Great monologue about it, too. Only seen hundreds of those before.” He raises a trembling hand to the sky. Sophia ignores it. “You couldn’t have waited?”
Now that gets him to stand up. “Do I look like a waiter? No! Because I have been wearing the same thing for forever! The same skinny jeans! The same almost-untucked shirt! And fun fact, every time I try to fully untuck it, it friggin' slithers back in my stupidly skinny jeans! Did you know that? No! You don’t see the vision, bro! I have been wearing the same tiny belt that I haven’t needed since ninth grade like a really handsome, really uncomfortable fashion doll! And just when I figure out how to game it—”
“Miss Furi does the same thing she does every year. I know, I know, please don’t cry, I will jump off that stupid elevator.” Sophia pats his shoulder. It’s damper than it looks.
“I need to play Candy Crush, man. Sending Grandma lives is the one way I’m stayin’ on her will.”
“Okay, let’s go prank Val before you…” Screw it. Ravenzella might re-re-return before Miss Primrose gets to put this year’s phantom posters up. “Van Gogh and do something to your ear.”
“That is incredible.”
“I gotta eat glass now.”
#unicorn academy#sophia mendoza#rory carmichael#sorry for the schedule slip this is what happens when rory’s in the plot#i have slept for 3 of the past 48 hours save me from these gen alpha losers#where is his doll though like omg#my fic
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True Hate Kiss

🐸For the See U on the Flip Side Event, prompt chosen: True hates kiss
🐸Pairing: I.N (stray kids) x Reader (F)
🐸Genre: slight funny, modern fantasy
🐸Trope: the reverse of true love's kiss!
🐸Au: modern, fantasy au, academy life
🐸Word Count: 2224
🐸Rating: 18+, MDNI, E for everyone (expect for minors)
🐸Warnings: none
🐸Summary: I.N popular boy in the academy everyone feared him but one night he was turned into a toad,due to a young witch practicing her magic until Lee Know saw and picked up I.N finding out who turned him into a toad. A witch appeared saying only a hate kiss will break the curse. Not the kiss of love but a hate kiss of his mortal enemy.
Y/n got ready to put on her uniform, grabbing her books, bag and wand. Felix was sitting down reading his book of spells waiting for his best friend to come. “hey felix good morning” “Morning buddy, say do u want to get breakfast.” “Sure I will like that.” y/n and felix were walking to the cafeteria both grabbing their food. The students were chatting, eatting, practicing their magic in the gazebo until the doors opened, making everyone turn and see Lee Know. Next to Lee Know was Changbin and then I.N appeared in the middle of them. All of the chattering stopped, “um excuse me, you guys are blocking the way~” “oh? I didn't know but I don't care so shoo, you bring my breakfast and~ I.N was looking for the nerd who did his homework. “There you are, did you finish my assignment?” “yes..” I.N and his friends walked to their table and sat down. Y/n looked and scoffed and rolled her eyes, then turned to Felix. “I don’t know why, everyone is so afraid of him like he’s not that important!” “Y/N don’t, if he hears you then he will…”
Lee Know heard getting up from his seat walking towers where Felix and Y/N was sitting. “I don’t care if he hears me or not, he could come over because I am not scared of him.” after talking to both Y/N and Felix looked up at them “Do we know you?” Felix looked at them and said “um, well. We've been going to this school, having a lot of encounters, not mentioning the same classes as well. but that all adds up to, that you don’t know us at all.” Felix looked down and then I.N laughed “huh how funny did you even know you excited or you?” “The name is Y/N, but don’t worry about it.” I.N looked at Lee Know, and Changbin then said. “ So here's the thing, over hear you saying you're not afraid of me. but we are here to change that around. right guys.” “That’s right.”
Y/N looked and said to I.N. “You could do whatever you want but we are not scared of you, not even Felix.” I.N looked and was about to use his wand but Y/N stopped him. “You can't use magic on another student.” “aww, how cute! Worried that I will get in trouble.” Y/n scoffed and said “I'd rather worry for a toad than worry for you. Come Felix, we are done here.” Both Y/N and Felix walked away from I.N and the group, when the students heard the bell everyone went to their classes after I.N walked to his dorm and laid down, not knowing that a witch came in through his window and used a spell to turn him into a frog and adding a spell to break the curse. The next morning every student was getting up, Lee Know was knocking on the I.N door waiting for him to open it but still no sound until he opened and pulled the bed covers seeing a toad. “Come on I.N is time for you to wake up. I know that you want to sleep in but… OMG it's a toad! Changbin came here quickly and saw his best friend ribbiting in his bed until he saw Felix reading and grabbing his shirt. “you the one that turned my best friend into a toad, better undo it.” “Wait, what? i didn’t do anything changbin. where is I.N”
Lee Know walked and had I.N in his hand and Felix looked down until he talked. “better turn me back into a human, the dance is not far from here.” “I don’t know how, I'm sorry. but we could find a way.” “Felix, are you okay, are they? What's going on..” The guys explained everything to you, then Lee Know said. “Now you could worry because, as you said yesterday, you would have worried for a toad and look I.n is a toad.” “repeating my own words, that’s true but damn. Fine I’ll try to help you but this doesn’t mean we are best friends.” You turned your heel and went to the library pulling out books trying to find a way to undo the spell until I.N hopped up and ribbed to catch his breath. making you roll his eyes until everything turned dark seeing a young girl wearing a cloak and said. “You won’t find how to break the curse in books, only you have to care even though they're your mortal enemy that the curse could be broken.” “But why would you put a curse on I.N if you don’t know him?! it doesn’t make sense.” “all in due time Y/N, but not just a hate kiss, but a true hate kiss could break his spell. if you can’t do it. then he will remain as a toad for the rest of his life.” The young witch disappears, making the library lights turn back on, Felix and Y/N try to find a potion or something else to reverse the curse and also for Y/N to avoid kissing her mortal enemy. “there’s gotta be another way I am not going to kiss I.N, i hate the guy.” “But we check everything, besides the dance is tomorrow. if we look for the young witch to tell us more.” Y/n smiled and said. “yeah let’s go buddy, come on.”

after following the map, they stop at a cave when they step inside it was fill with crystals popping out of the ground and on the top, not to mention pots and magic brooms that was sweeping the floor until they twisted a door knob and saw the witch that was looking through her looking glass, than saw Y/N and Felix. “ooh two students, what can i do for you.” “We talked yesterday, I think it was you or someone else saying I have to hate my mortal enemy?” “ooh, that was my daughter, that you spoke of. she was practicing her spell but I never thought she would turn your friend into a toad. also is true what she said.” “we have a dance, how long does the curse break when two mortal enemies kiss.” the witch looked and said. 'Until midnight, if Y/N doesn’t kiss him by then, then he will be a toad forever.” “Grate is this sort of a fairy tale, ugh why is 7:45pm we need to get ready.” “the witch said until midnight. but since when did this become a Disney film?” “I don’t know, buddy.” The both friends sigh and walk back and then Y/N went over to Changbin and Lee Know and fill them in. “EH? you have to kiss him in order for him to turn into a human, can you just kiss him like that.” “It has to be a true hate kiss but now that you mention it.” you sigh and kiss I.N in the head, but nothing happened and they said. “This was supposed to work. Why is he still a frog? That witch is nothing but a liar. you got played by both of you guys. Will I guess we will take him to the ball like this.” Changbin,
Lee-Know walked with I.N. all the students were dressed to the nines, Felix got dressed into his tux, knocked on his best friend's door, revealing you still in your uniform studying. “You're not going to the dance?” “nope, i am not. I just don’t feel like that's all. but you should have fun.” Felix took your notebook and book away and sat on your bed and said. “Look, I know that you dislike him, I do too. but at the same time I feel bad for him. He didn’t deserve to be turned into a frog.” "Even though he bullied you Felix, I know there’s gotta be another way.” Felix looked at you, looking at your clock saying 10:45 pm then said. “I know you could make it, before he stays as a toad forever but if you need me for something I will be at the ball okay buddy.”
You looked at your dress, remembering what the young and old witch said about only true hate kisses could break the spell. you went to the library and read a spell that could make I.N into a human for a little bit grabbing the book running to the ball slamming the book into the table. “There is a spell that could make I.N into a human for a little while but not here though.” “Really, let's go then.” Lee- know sat I.N down and then Y/N did a spell to make I.N human. “This is only temporary.” you went back to your room and looked at your dress then remembered what the witch said “you have until midnight to give a true hate kiss” “maybe I should, but I don’t know. but i should go to the ball for fun” you took a nice warm shower, after you saw your clock saying 11:20. putting your make-up away until you hear a knock. “Can you do the spell again, please Y/N” “I said it was only temporary, sorry guys, can I change in peace please.” “Will you kiss him at least.”
You scoff and close the door in order for you to change peacefully after you still saw them waiting for you, your boots clacking against the tile floor of the hallway, taking the decorations in after you heard the announcement. “It's almost midnight, remember to grab your dance partners.” Lee- Know gave you I.N then went to get his partner and Changbin said “Please Y/N, you're the only one.” you sigh, grabbing I.N from bringing him close to your lips, before you kiss him you said something, “This doesn’t change anything, we will always be mortal enemies and hopefully you stop bullying my friend Felix.” “I promise Y/N.”
You kissed him, closing your eyes when the bell struck midnight you felt his hands on your shoulders after you two pulled away I.N looked at you and you at him both you and I.N wipe your lips, Changbin and Lee-Know ran to hug their best friend but thanked you. “thank you Y/N, and I can’t believe you kiss a to~” “stop, she did what she needed to do changbin, but thank you Y/N i appreciated it and i accept to stop bullying your friend Felix.”
Y/N nodded and turned your heel and before going to Felix you said to I.N “Hey I.N, I hate you. remember that.” “Ha, Hate you more Y/N.” After the dance, no one talked about the events that happened, except you had to tell Felix being your best friend for years. After that Felix went to class making you read a book of spells making I.N appear blocking your sun. outside of the academy garden “You're blocking my sun.” “ Sorry nerd, didn’t quite hear you. I just wanted to give you this for yesterday. later nerd.” raising your eyebrow you took the letter and read it.
“dear nerd,
I just want to say that, thank you for breaking the curse, who would've thought that I would have my mortal enemy to kiss a toad but anyway like you promise I will stop bothering you and Felix and we won’t dare talk about what happened in yesterday's events also I wash my lips and exfoliate anyway I won’t cross your path. I am a man of words. but if someone else bullies you or Felix i will fight them because I hate you so much. Anyway, I hope this won’t happen again. ~ your mortal enemy I.N” you smiled and folded the note, slipped it in your notebook and said while looking up in the sun and took a breath. “What an ass, but I believe that you will keep your word, you toad. hey Felix ready to eat breakfast.” “you betcha come on buddy of mine. So everything is okay? have I.N bothered you. ” “ nope no sign of him or his lackeys which is Perfect, Felix, never been better.” you and Felix walked happily, Chang bin, Lee-Know, and I.N saw and nodded while you rolled your eyes at them and still walked to get your food.
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i Have to know what wwi au duck hunt is about??
duck hunt is one of the more complicated ones--i wrote it back in college and began rewriting it a year and a half ago?? it's a climactic insane moment where elliot confesses to nol and i wanted to shape it up bc it feels like this the entire way thru

theyre wandering around in the fields nearby the psychiatric hospital nol is a patient at. hes very comfortable in nature with his rifle, looking for things to kill, while eli is worriedly tagging along w an umbrella
nol kills a couple ducks and collects them, making him even more brainlessly content w himself. it starts pouring and nol leads them to a gazebo beside a heavy river w a bunch of canoes
they have this tense, awkward talk abt eating and food, then nol decides he wants to swim bc hes already wet and he's still riding this weird, unthinking high of feeling in his element. elliot's like, no wtf
so nol grabs him and runs across the canoes like a plank bridge until one inevitably shifts and knocks them into the river. eli panics, and nol yanks them back to the shore.
theres a huge physicality to the water eli gets dragged from, the shore pebbles he gets pulled onto, nol's hands on him and nol's body above his to shield him from the rain. this is not making eli feel any better, and hes like 'fml never do that again sir'
the convo becomes 'why do u call me sir. its weird.' / bc i respect u / 'no u dont. theres smth wrong w ur respect.'
so eli just explodes like yeah!! there IS smth wrong w it!! and wrong w me!! and im gonna just spell it out in the most convoluted way bc im frustrated and afraid!!
so nol sits there with a single dead braincell. barely understands any of it. and comes out of the convo with a Sinking Suspicion that being institutionalized for several manic breakdowns in Not the worst thing wrong with him, and perhaps he is in love w this medic thats been bullying him across the somme offensive
eli sits there w a braincell that feels like its being pinned to a torture table. nol tells him to go back to town, but hes like 'mmmm no' bc maybe he'd rather feel like a prey animal abt to be killed by a machisimo madman than be alone. so nol hands him a dead duck like. 'k. ur good at taking bullets out so'
#im rattling my cage wwi au is so good#elliot spitting out strange references to oscar wilde / edward carpenter/ havelock ellis / magnus hirschfeld / karl ulrichs / etc etc:#nol who just spent 20 mins in his head talking to a dead corporal and rubbing the electric burns left on his back from shellshock treatment:#also shoutout to lselle showing up with the AEF and pointing at them like#oh so the ymca dilly and the nervous case are gamahuchers#5 seconds after nol ALREADY threatened to kill him#its a mystery how any of them have survived The Great War this long#bri writes
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EVEN MORE MERMAID LORE
•Long got more protective of the mermaids because of the loss they experienced, therefore they created a lot of beautiful isolated shelters for the mermaid near the water bodies. For example, you might find an eerie looking cave near a water body but when you go inside there are a group of mermaids and a big, intricate gazebo floating on the water. There are tons of these but very few can be found or made public. Said shelters was made by Long with the intention of safety, so mermaids usually use these shelters to keep mermaid stones, treasures, and raise their young.
•In the more detailed mermaid shelters, there are statues or paintings of the late sea spirit.
•The mermaids got their good looks from the sea spirit, yet varies in appearance because they're also made from the different beings in the ocean. Which is why they look nothing like Long. Mermaids refer to the late sea spirit as their mother.
•Long passed down the protective instinct to the Vidyadharas because of the trauma of losing their companion. Naturally Vidyadharas are also protective of mermaids because they're more vulnerable on land. Also dragons liking pretty things? Yeah, they got it from Long too.
•Long also created the mermaids because of their late friend's wish, to be friends for all eternity. Even if there are heartbreaks, Long managed to fulfill it through the Vidyadharas and mermaids' friendship or romance despite the reincarnation cycles. 🧠
AWWWWW THE LITTLE COVES 🥹🥹🥹 I LOVE THAT SMM ALSO QUESTIONNN ARE ALL MERMAIDS FEMALE OR ARE THERE OTHER GENDERS :00 BUT LONG SO TRUE
ALSO BESTIE ,, DONT TAKE THIS AS ME BEING MAD BTW BUT IF U SEND ONE MESSAGE IN PLZ DONT SEND IN ANOTHER BEFORE I ANSWER BC I GET OVERWHELMED 🥹🥹 AGAIN NOT ANGRY JUST LETTING U KNOW BBG
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hear me out on this one…
farmhand! sammy x ranch(or farm) owner’s kid! reader…
could be daughter or son but i wanted it to be as gender neutral as possible!!! this would obviously be set back in the old times (im thinking somewhere between the 50’s-60’s)
sam and his brother would be looking for work and find out that your father, who owns a big ranch, is looking for workers to do different tasks around the farm. this includes milking cows, feeding the animals, collecting produce and fixing fences etc
obviously, they would go to your father and what do they know! they start work a week later and get their own small cabin on your fathers ranch for easy access!!
this would lead to you meeting your dads latest and newest workers, both of them making a good impression when you first meet, but sammy would take an immediate liking to u, and vice versa. he’d do things to get u to notice him! like building things in the patch of grass in front of your window (don’t ask how he knows that it’s your window..), or or!! walking the sheep back to the farm and going the long way just because that means he’d run into you on his way back because that’s where the gazebo you sit at to read is located!
i’m gonna skip the details of how u got together, but i can see that readers father would be a little put off considering sam is one of his workers, but once he sees how happy he makes his kid, he’s in for it! best believe you’re getting the best wedding in town! on your own ranch!!
afterwards, sam and dean move in to the big house! they’d still do work, obviously, considering that’s how they get their money
IM A GENIUS
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OKAY OKAY YESSS LITERAL FACTS YOU ARE A GENIUS MY FRIEND !!! i loveeeee this idea so much you don't even know LIKE
ugh sammy in his little overall working the fields HAHA SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE. he's just like. the most polite young gentleman in the whole wide world. he's so so respectful and kind and sweet, always going above and beyond with his work.
AND I'M SCREAMINGGGG i just love love loveee the idea of him doing things to get your attention and he thinks he's being subtle BUT HE'S NOTTT LOLOL he's slightly awkward, but it's completely endearing and you barely notice it due to how sweet he's being all the time. anyways but you notice him going out of his way to get your attention or to be near you and you welcome it. you'll invite him to town with you or ask him to come along when you shop with the excuse that you'll need someone extra to help bring everything home. every time you initiate something with him, he's so so giddy like a puppy wagging its tail!
eventually, you stop seeking out his company with any sort of excuse, and you'll spend any rare workless afternoon exploring the nearby woods or watching the clouds from the wildflower meadow just down the road. you eat with him on his lunch breaks and bring him fresh bread and lemonade from the kitchen.
ugh ranch wedding I LOVE IT!! also also also we can insert ellen and jo who run the town's best bar!! and we get a side dean and jo love story hehe <333
UGH I LOVE THIS BESTIE I REPEAT, YOU REALLY ARE A GENIUS <33
#definitely gonna put this in my fics planning doc in case i wanna write it in the future hehe#. >> asks !#. >> 🧺anon ౨ৎ !
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