#yeah now that i think about it cerise is the one that got away

[xbomboi]

i know there’s a case to be made for daring suffering some character flanderization in his later appearances, but i like to think the break up with lizzie was just THAT bad.

[mamayura]

Okay, yeah, I genuinely think that we will once again go back to this time period after the season 5 finale and before season 6

There are too many crucial things the special either left out or even contradicts with information we get in the last scenes of season 5 which takes place right before the new school year, whereas the special is right BEFORE the summer break. In France that break is 3 months, but even if it's not that real life number, then its was still the summer break and we obviously still need answers to unanswered questions.

Let's start with the most obvious thing:

1. How did Cerise get the Butterfly

We didn't see when or how Cerise got the Butterfly Miraculous and what on EARTH she did in the Agreste Mansion if she supposedly didn't watch the last battle and therefore SOMEHOW still doesn't know who Ladybug is.

Say "it's bad writing" all you want, but not explaining that AT ALL is a new level of neglectful. They didnt had to have her be there for almost the entire end battle. And SOME explanation is due to HOW she got the Butterfly.

Especially because

2. We never saw Marinette looking for it

At the end of season 5 Marinette explains that she turned into Aquabug and looked for the Butterfly, but couldn't find it.

I know its easy now to just say "Marinette is lying through her teeth", but this is something where it makes no sense for it to be a lie. A moment like this HAD to have happened, and I think it was hinted at in the special:

I think THIS is where her searching as Aquabug must have taken place, too, and it's why she afterwards runs crying to Nathalie.

It must have because right afterwards Marinette holds the press conference where she already states that the Butterfly is lost. AND Marinette at no point in the special is shocked or confused about the Butterfly being gone. We never get the moment of Marinette realising she forgot to look for the Butterfly and then her not finding it.

The special just smoothly transitions into her already knowing it's gone and not being surprised when it's already somehow in a villain's hand.

Combine this with us not having seen what Cerise did in the Mansion and how she even got the Butterfly, then yeah, I'm fully convinced that we'll be coming back to this, even if it's maybe gonna be in season 7 bc the show is frustrating like that.

Then of course:

3. Cerise's wish

We never got an explanation what her wish was. We know it was fundamentally changing the course of this time-line, threatening to end this one and creating a new one, but that doesnt mean you can just write it off as "Cerise wanted to nuke reality"

Cause Alix explicitly says that its not THAT dramatic. This wasn't Chat Blanc who almost wiped out all of reality. So Cerise's wish must have been something big, but not reality-shattering.

I would even go so far and say that the point of her using the wish was for the story to already get through with that for her character right away because she won't be after the wish in the show proper the way Gabriel was. That she had to realize that she cant just use the shortcut, because she's supposed to put her head into it and try to accomplish her goal herself. That this is what changed history, her using a shortcut. So her plan from here onwards will show us what she wished for.

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As of right now, I would even make the argument that Gabriel's wish actually caused Cerise to loose her memory and this was her attempt at getting it back hence why she freaked out the way she did in the end.

Cause remember, she has known for ALL OF SEASON 5 that Gabriel was Monarque. Him being dead should not be the disqualifying factor here. She already KNOWS that. And it makes no sense that she didnt find out who Ladybug is in the Mansion.

So what I've already speculated for a year now is that Gabriel's vague wording of his wish will be the deciding factor here.

Because Gimmie is an individual, too, like all the Kwamis. The all-mighty personification of Reality and yet they're not allowed to actually be part of reality besides for the wish-granting (which Gimmie COMPLAINT about) and even there in their eyes people are asking for a mere grain of sand of the vast potential of Gimmie's power:

Meaning in short: I'm pretty sure we're dealing with genie logic now and Gimmie (aka God, I guess) used Gabriel's AMATEUR mistake of wishing something in the vaguest way possible (Gabriel, you fucking MORON!) and used the massive wiggle room to flex their power a bit and change reality into what they think is fun and interesting to watch play out.

Cause that's what Genie logic is. A genie doesnt fuck people over for no reason. A genie is an ancient and all-mighty being that's locked away, can't use its magic freely, and is dependent on the puny, young, and stupid humans who cant ever see the forest for the trees. Of course they grow bitter and deceitful to be able to live out any individuality and freedom in their awful prison.

Plus, I also find it the fitting route for the show to go that in the end we have to understand and help the abused Kwamis and powerful, but enslaved entities of nature, too. Gimmie is not wrong for being pissed and bitter about their awful prison, we just need to find a better way so Gimmie doesnt do shit like that anymore because of their exclusion in the reality THEY PERSONIFY

4. We never saw Marinette give Adrien back his amok rings

This even contradicts information we got at the end of season 5:

Adrien EXPLICITLY says that when Ladybug gave him his rings, she that this and that. But we SEE her saying it to him but not giving him his rings. So this doesn't check out. Adrien getting his rings is one of the most important moments too that just like the other ones was just skipped past with not so pretty implications.

Not to beat a dead horse, but people are really underplaying the head-fuckery Marinette is doing to Adrien with her STATED INTENTION of changing his memory to something better she decides for him, and especially when this isn't the first time she did this.

Sorry to break it to you guys, but it was already established in "Pretention" that Marinette's go-to solution is telling Adrien lies to make him believe his abuse isn't real and Gabriel is better then he is:

The scene has both Marinette and Adrien acknowledge that Gabriel is being controlling and doesn't allow Adrien his free time anymore so he can't see Marinette anymore. But once Adrien is sad about not being able to stop his father, Marinette does a 180 claiming that his father totally changed and allows him all the freedom he needs. Which he objectively DOESNT and she just pointed that out, too.

This is not some out of character thing Marinette is only now tragically being "abused" into doing by a dead Gabriel. She already did this before. This is nothing new. Its now just taken to a new level.

Combine this with Marinette being the second biggest liar in Miraculous (check out Flightfoot's post about it for more details) and how much she's for example still burring and isolating Chat Noir in lies and secrets so she doesn't feel uncomfortable in what she continues doing to him, even in the special when she just leaves him to believe his absence caused the death of an innocent man who's son is now an orphan

People are really too willing to keep ignoring or downplaying that lying, secret keeping and twisting the truth to her needs has already long become Marinette's default way of doing things.

No, she isn't ill-intentioned, but what Marinette does is incredibly harmful. You dont HAVE to be ill-intentioned to be able to genuinely hurt a person in a way that crosses the line. This is one of Miraculous' worst messages yet through Marinette herself. Saying "I meant well" automatically means the damage doesn't get to count because you felt bad for having done the bad thing so it actually getting to be BAD would be "mean" to YOU.

You can be toxic and hurting someone without meaning to or being "evil". That's why victims end up stuck in such relationships, it's because the person harming them is a 3 dimensional individual. And right now Marinette is pretty much borderlining doing just that and has shown the same tendencies long before the finale and special. This isn't new and was already harmful back then.

And PLEASE stop getting hung up on word definitions. You sound just like an abuse apologist who talks their or a friend's way out of accountability by a damn technicality bc you dont wanna face that you or a person you like can do a genuinely bad thing with no way around it. That it's not just some vague theoretical OTHER person who can do it, but a person in your life.

Now this of course doesn't mean that Marinette is an irredeemable monster (I literally just said that she's a 3 dimensional individual and not il'intentioned) but here is to hope that these ugly sides of Marinette will FINALLY be held to proper standards, so we can finally move past them.

Cause the way this end scene now reads is that after 3 months of summer break Adrien has started to seriously suppress his memories of the finale the way Marinette did in "Derision" because of all the insane trauma and loss he experienced. If Marinette suppressing her memories in "Derision" is valid, I dont wanna hear shit that what Adrien was put through "wasnt bad enough to warrent it". He lost his home bc his father send him away as punishment (yes, sending your child away means the child doesnt get to be in their home. DUH), he was seperated from his girlfriend and friends for what was supposed to at least a year, he had no idea if he would see Nathalie again because of her worsening sickness, his father was sick too, he has no choice whatsoever in his future, and he had nightmares of nuking the world blasted in his brain while being locked and watched in a white cell to be forced into submitting to control.

If Marinette suppressing her memory because she was bullied by Chloe is valid, then dont you dare imply that this isnt. By the end of the summer Adrien's memories could easily have been like a pile of playdoo and Marinette is out here spinning a web of lies that gives her validation in having done the "right" thing because he takes it and smiles.

By all mean, Cerise has all the dirt on Gabriel ever since "Revelation" and now the finale too. Let's just hope that the situation at hand will be taken care of properly instead of insisting that the situation doesnt exist at all. Cause that's not helping anyone.

Marinette's IS an opportunistic comfort liar and maybe if people would stop acting like that makes you a 1 dimensional demon we could actually acknowledge how realistic it is for Marinette to have continued changing how Adrien remembers things here so he's "happier" and Marinette herself can keep telling herself the same lies until she believes it too. Because Marinette does that a lot. It doesn't make her evil, but this is what happens when a person only gets free passes and isn't actually asked to work on themselves:

They get worse and so are the consequences of their actions on other people. Just like it should be with anybody else, it takes A LOT to actually cross the point of no return, but you cant just say "I'm a complex human being, so it can never be me". Cause that's actually the quickest way for you to end up acting in a way that no one should have to forgive you for. No matter the good intentions.

I've come to accept the solid likelihood that now Marinette and Cerise have switched roles in their established dynamic. Now Cerise is going to try and out the liar and Marinette will continue lying to cover herself.

Cause you also have to remember that Marinette just left the new villain with every other information in the notebook. She just took out her name, that's it. It is now unfortunately very likely that we'll get the dynamic from Ladybug and Chrysalis (if that's still her name) that Cerise will publicly try and reveal Ladybug's lies but Marinette will just assumes that this person can reveal the truth however she likes and Marinette as Ladybug will just claim something else everytime because she knows that most people will blindly believe Ladybug as authority and greatest hero ever.

Dont act like this hasnt been consistently built up for the last two seasons now of how Marinette uses her position of power. This is not out of nowhere and even the special only goes further in that direction with that "Only Ladybug will hold the truth and decide for the world what it is" speech.

You do you, but I will not ignore what I'm seeing. I'll instead try and figure out how there can be a happy ending despite of this being the direction of the show.

[cowpokeomens]

Blood Pact

It's me, your favorite monster fucker! Here's another part of my Nocturnal Creatures series, in which you strike a deal with a demon- who goes by Nicholas. Sexy things ensue.

Warnings: Disgusting nasty filthy p-in-v, cunnilingus, lots of mentions of virginity (it's a social construct, but if you got it, flaunt it), Nicholas Ruffilo's monster cock (canon), if you feel I need to add anything PLEASE send me a message! Otherwise, enjoy!

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You still couldn’t believe you were doing this. 

Yet, here you stood, at a crossroads in your hometown. Not just the metaphorical kind, either- an actual, physical crossroads. Mason Avenue and Fisher Street, to be exact. 

Right next to the city cemetery, from which you stole a jar’s worth of dirt.

It sat in your bag, next to some kind of flowering plant you hoped would work, a cat bone (thank goodness for veterinarian friends?), and a picture of yourself, one of the headshots your manager had insisted would help you blow up on TikTok. 

It hadn’t.

You threw everything into a cardboard box, using your shiny, new shovel from the local feed supply store to dig a hole in the center of the dusty dirty roads. The ground was harder than you expected, so your two-foot deep hole had you sweating by the time it was formed. You all but threw the box into the hole, quickly covering it up with loose dirt, and taking a few steps back. Pulling out your phone, you consulted the symbol you saved from a website earlier that week, spray paint in hand. All the stupid Wal-Mart had left was “Cerise Fluorescent,” so you hoped whatever you summoned liked pink. 

Carefully, you sprayed the lines onto the dirt, over where you buried your box. You tried to move quickly, but precisely; Getting caught was almost as terrifying as doing it wrong.

Finally, it was done. You scrolled over on your phone, to the Latin text you hadn’t even dared to read in your head. Stepping away from the circle, you read it aloud now. You could feel your heart about to beat out of your chest, and you wondered one last time if this was worth it. 

“Your Latin sucks.” A voice said suddenly.

You jumped, yelping, and fell directly on your ass.

You were scrambling back when the voice spoke again. 

“Is this a Goetia sigil? In pink? The guys are going to get a kick out of this-”

You stood up shakily, dusting off your pants in the process. You finally saw the source of the voice: Standing in the center of your sigil was the most devastatingly handsome man you had ever seen. 

Long, dark hair; his skin was lightly tanned and healthy-looking. Eyes the color of clouds, that seemed to shift from green to blue to grey before you. He was taller than you, tattoos visible on both hands, and dressed simply: A hoodie, dark jeans, and…

Were those Converse?

You were immediately overcome with confusion. “Um, who are you?”

He fixed those eyes directly on you. “I think that’s my line, doll.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “You’re Amdusias?”

He winced. “Yikes, with the Scary-Latin-Demon-Name. You can call me Nicholas.”

You frowned. “You don’t seem like…”

“Like a great duke of Hell?” He finished your thought. “Yeah, only angels really like to make a dramatic entrance, that’s why they’ve been banned to stay behind the pearly bars. Too many eyes, too much fire-”

“You’re wearing sneakers?” You said without thought.

He looked offended. “Did you expect me to crawl out of Hell in loafers?”

You scrambled for an answer. “Well, no, but I-”

“TV is rotting your mind. What do you want?” He cut you off.

You felt the color leaving your face. “Well, um, I read that you were responsible for the music in Hell-”

“‘Music’ is a big word, but sure.” He interrupted.

Giving him a look, you continued. “Well, I’m a musician, too! Only…” You trailed off with a frown.

He mocked you with a faux-wince. “Ooh, not triple platinum yet, huh?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to hide your disappointment. Shaking your head, your gaze met his again. “That’s where you come in.”

An eyebrow cocked at you. “Think that because you snagged a demon, you get to be famous?”

You shook your head hastily. “No, not at all! I did a lot of research-” You Googled for 30 minutes- “So I don’t get to demand things without a trade, right?” 

He smiled at you lazily. “Yep. So what will it be, your soul? First born? I love a first born, with a little bit of butter, some rosemary and-”

“I’m a virgin.” You blurted. 

He froze, then his entire demeanor changed. For the first time that night, you felt genuine fear as the air around you went still. “Oh yeah?”

Your mouth gaped like a fish, so you settled on a nod.

He took a tiny step towards you. You were rooted on the spot, frozen like a deer in headlights. This was a bad idea. 

Finally, you found your words. “My virginity. For- whatever it is you do. Fame, fortune, I don’t really care, I just want people to hear my music, connect with it-”

“Yeah, yeah, real noble of you.” He snorted, then composed himself. For a second, he almost looked concerned. “You sure about this, doll?”

You nodded, trying to look confident. “Yeah. But- make it organic, y’know, the fame part. I don’t want to look like an industry plant-”

He rolled his eyes, walking closer so that he was directly in front of you. You gaped at his proximity. “You can leave the circle?”

Laughing, he nodded. “I could have left at any point, but you’re pretty-” He leaned in so that he was whispering in your ear, “-For a pathetic little human.”

Your cheeks went hot. You knew it was just to rile you up, make this worse than it already was. At least, you figured, your virginity meant something to someone- it certainly held no value for you. A demon was less than desirable, but he was nice to look at- 

Woah. Not going there, you told yourself sternly. 

Shaking off the feeling, you held out your hand. “Okay, so deal-”

“Uh, no.” He cut you off, again. “I have my own terms and conditions.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

A smirk grew on his face. “My terms. For our arrangement.”

You tried not to let anger well up inside you. “And what would those terms be?” You asked through gritted teeth. 

“You come to me.” He said plainly. Confusion must have been evident on your face, because he continued, “I’m not some monster in the night who’s going to show up for your virginity. When the time is right, you’ll come to me.”

“You’re not going to just… Take it?” The question slowly left your mouth.

He grimaced, an ugly look for such a pretty face. “Ew, no. I’m a demon, not a wild animal. Besides,” he cocked his head to the side, looking directly into you. “Virginity tastes better when it comes willingly.” 

Gulping despite yourself, you managed a nod. “Okay. Fine. I’ll come willingly.” As if. 

Holding out an inked hand, he grinned at you. “Then it’s a deal.”

Taking a deep breath, you took his hand in yours, shaking once. “Deal.”

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Six Months Later 

You awoke in a cold sweat, the third time that week. Flicking the bedside lamp on, you walked over to the mini-fridge of your hotel room, grabbing a bottle of water. You were uncomfortably wet- again, and not from sweating. It seemed like every time you tried to rest, you were met by stormy eyes where sleep should have greeted you. You chugged the water, making your way to the restroom for a much-needed shower. 

That night’s show had been sold out- the 13th sold out show of your highly anticipated debut tour. Nicholas had held up his end of the bargain; Your album was projected to sell close to a million units by the end of the year. And you had seen neither hide nor hair of him. 

Well. Not in the flesh, anyways.

As you started the shower, your mind wandered. You knew it was him, sending you these dreams through his weird demon dream channels or whatever. Even as your body betrayed you, you knew it was not your own thoughts causing such a commotion. 

Still, as you slipped in the shower to wash off the day’s grime, you felt your hand slip lower, between your folds to collect the wetness there. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you circled your bundle of nerves, moaning quietly. Despite your best efforts, your thoughts drifted back to long, dark hair and tattooed hands on your body. Your hand moved quicker, moans growing louder as you felt yourself getting closer to climax. You were on the precipice when a familiar voice made you freeze.

“I knew you’d be loud.” 

Yelping, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, almost falling in your panic. Yanking your towel off the rack, you wrapped yourself as quickly as possible as you threw open the shower curtain. 

Nicholas was sitting criss-cross on the expansive bathroom counter, picking at something under his nails. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You snapped.

“You summoned me, duh.” He said, rolling his eyes at you. 

“Yeah, six months ago. I thought I was supposed to come to you.”

He looked at you then, eyes dragging over your poorly-concealed form. His eyes glinted, looking hungry. “Moaning the name of a demon you promised your virginity to while you rub one out in the shower is a summoning if I’ve ever seen one. Besides,” He looked into your eyes, smirking devilishly. “You were about to come to me, from the sound of it.”

Your face was on fire with embarrassment. “I was not moaning your name.”

He cocked a brow at you. “Uh, you were. Loudly.” 

Rage bubbled up inside you. “I was not!” The words spilled from you now. “I wouldn’t have even been doing that if you hadn’t been sending me all of your weird demonic sex dreams constantly!”

An unnamed emotion flashed across his face, then he grinned. “‘Weird demonic sex dreams,’ huh?”

You huffed at him “Oh, don’t even play coy. Like being dragged back to Hell and tied up by some hot shot demon was my big idea.”

The smile he was giving you was sinister. “Right, right. What else have I sent your way?”

You faltered, unsure of what he was playing at. “Like you don’t know.” 

He shrugged. “I don’t. I haven’t ‘sent you’ shit.” He mimed quotations with his hands. 

Your blood went cold. Suddenly, the bathroom was too small. “You’re lying.” Your voice sounded feeble, even to you.

He shook his head, standing up. Slowly he stepped towards you. “I’m not.”

“But then- that would mean-” Stammering, you stood there helplessly as he crept closer. 

Nodding, he leaned in even closer. “That was all you, doll.” He brushed a stray lock of hair off your shoulder. “What a dirty mind the little human virgin has. You mentioned being tied up- what else did I do to defile you, huh?” 

He was too close, it almost made you dizzy. He smelled like smoke and rain and earth all at once. “Shut up.” You mumbled weakly.

He stepped back, finally. “Well, you know how to find me.” 

There was a crack like lightning, then he was gone. 

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to regain your composure. This was fine, you reasoned. He left. He kept his word. Everything was fine. 

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Three Months Later

Once again, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed in your master bedroom, you gazed out the windows overlooking the city below. You remembered when you first bought the condo- loved how open and light it was. In the deepness of the night surrounding you, the lights looked like tiny fires dancing in the dark. 

Taking a deep breath, you laid down on your pillows, trying to relax your body. Running a hand over the t-shirt on your abdomen, up to your breasts, you felt your breathing start to slow. Your nipples were quick to perk up at the stimulation, so you pinched one experimentally, almost moaning out at the sensation.

Your nerves were on fire these days. The slightest brush against your skin made you feverish. You tried everything, from quitting cold turkey to bringing yourself to climax three or four times a day. Nothing was working. 

So maybe this would. 

You snaked your hand lower, falling into familiar routine. You had come to know your body well the last three months, knew exactly where to rub, where to pinch. As you toyed with your folds through your underwear, you imagined a different set of hands, larger and covered in ink. Unlike the other times, you allowed your fantasy to overtake you, gave yourself to it willingly. 

“Nicholas.” You breathed, back arching ever so slightly.

There was a slight breeze, then a quiet gasp. 

“Quite the show you’re putting on, doll. I suppose you didn’t say my name this time, either?” 

You pulled your hand away from your core, scrambling to stand up. “No, I- I did.”

Nicholas’ face looked shocked for a millisecond, then an eyebrow was raised at you. “Oh?”

“I’m… I’m ready.” It didn’t sound convincing. 

He scoffed. “Yeah, no thanks. Like I said, I’m not interested in forcing anyone-”

“Goddamnit, shut up.” You snapped. “I said I’m ready, okay? You said to come to you, so here I am. Unless you never planned on following through with it.” It was dangerous to goad him, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

His eyes were pitch black in an instant, staring you down. “Don’t joke about a demon’s word, doll. You’re not ready for that fight.”

Your hands shook, but you felt-

Mortification overcame you as you realized just what you felt. 

Those dark eyes narrowed in on the single bead of slick that was rolling steadily down your leg. Cloud-grey eyes returned as realization dawned on him.

“You want me to debase you.” He took a step towards you as his words filled the room. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you. Isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to admit the truth, but it was evident. 

He inhaled deeply, taking another step towards you. His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled slowly. “You smell ripe. You want this so badly, poor thing- you just can’t admit it to yourself.”

You pressed your legs together, trying to maintain some kind of decency.

He was in front of you now, close enough to touch if you were braver. “Beg for it. Beg, and I’ll give you anything you want, doll.”

Chest heaving with labored breaths, you gave in. “Please.” You whispered.

His hand- the hands you had been dreaming about for nine months- came up to grip your jaw. “I said beg.”

You crumbled. “Please, Nicholas, please, I’ll be so good-”

His grin was minatory as he brought his lips down to yours. 

Your relief was immediate as you sagged into him, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to support you. He walked you backwards toward the bed, still kissing you furiously. 

“How wet are you already, doll? I bet your little cunt is just soaked.” Breaking the kiss, he picked you up and set you on the bed, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. “Tell me what you want.”

You panted, unable to form a sentence for a moment. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

He made a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue against his teeth. “Right, you’re just a helpless little virgin who hasn’t spent the last 9 months having vivid dreams about me fucking her.” He looked up at you through his lashes. “Tell me what you dreamed about.”

“Your hands.” You heard yourself say immediately. 

He smirked again. “Oh yeah? What were my hands doing?”

You knew your face was crimson. “They… They were touching me.”

“Where?” The look he was giving you was too intense for you to maintain more than a few seconds.

“Um-” You hesitated. 

“You can say it.” He urged, leaning in.

“My… my pussy.” You finished, staring at the ground.

“Do you want me to play with your pussy now?” He was still staring at you.

“Please.” You breathed, anticipation making your entire body tense. 

“Good girl, so polite.” As you shivered at the praise, his eyes made their way down your body, to where your core was at eye-level for him. “If you want to stop, say so, is that clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

Something dark flashed in his face, then he said, “Good girl.” 

His hand came up to run a single digit along your slit, through your underwear. You shook involuntarily at the contact. 

“Oh doll, you’re starved, aren’t you?” He murmured, almost to himself. “Let’s get these ruined panties off of you.” 

You went to shift your weight so that you could shimmy the garment off, only to freeze as Nicholas tore through it like a piece of paper. 

He didn’t even look apologetic. “Hope you didn’t like those too much.”

You didn’t have time to consider it as you realized your cunt was fully visible to him now, slick with your own juices. 

He sighed as he stared at your core. “Women are the best thing that bastard ever accomplished.” Then he looked up at you. “I’m gonna use my mouth, that okay, doll?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was hoarse from disuse. You felt like you were vibrating in your skin. 

He leaned in slowly, as if to not startle you, before running his tongue from your hole to your clit.

The moan you let out was guttural and animalistic. 

“There it is.” He said quietly, before diving back into you. 

Your head fell back onto the mattress as he lapped at your clit, tongue occasionally diving into your hole. Tears welled up in your eyes at the relief it brought, like jumping into a pool on a hot summer day. Your hands tangled in his long tresses, and he moaned against your pussy. Your hips were bucking into him involuntarily, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it. “Nicholas, I’m gonna- I’m so close-” You practically sobbed. 

“Shh, I know, doll. Let it happen.” He said soothingly before going back to his ministrations. You came with a primal moan, back arching off of your sheets. 

 You were still panting when he stood up, surveying you. “All better?”

“Fuck me.” You demanded. 

His expression went stoney. He leaned over until you were caged in by his arms on either side of you. “I don’t fuck demanding brats.”

You lost all your bravado. “Please?”

He sighed softly, but not sincerely. “How bad do you want it?”

You could have cried. “Please, I’m sorry Nicholas, I’ll be good, please fuck me- you don’t know how bad I need it-”

“I just had your greedy little unused hole grinding against my tonsils.” He sneered. “I know exactly how bad you need it.”

Your face went hot at the profane nature of his words- but he was right. He saw firsthand how bad you needed this. “Please.” Was all you said. 

“Well, I guess since you’re asking so nicely.” He mocked as he stepped back, unbuckling his pants as he went. He slid off the trousers, his erection visible through his briefs. You suddenly felt nervous, looking at the size of him. 

He stopped, seeing your expression. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- is it gonna fit?”

He pulled the briefs down at last, finally freeing his cock. It was big- even by supernatural proportions. The tip was an angry shade of red, veins pulsating on the shaft. He huffed a laugh at your face, pulling his shirt off, too. “I bet we can find room.”

Your eyes devoured the tattoos that covered him, tracing the planes of his body as you went. You almost didn’t notice him slinking over to you, crawling onto the mattress in one, fluid motion, landing on top of you. 

“I’m gonna touch you again, okay?” He looked at you expectantly. 

You nodded. “Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, tongue sliding against yours. You whimpered when his fingers were back on your pussy, running along the folds. As you adjusted to his touch, two fingers slipped inside your hole.

“Fuck you’re still so wet,” He muttered, rocking his fingers back and forth inside you. You gasped at the sensation, his fingers so much larger than your own. Moving his mouth down to your neck, he began scissoring his fingers, stretching you out- a preparation you were thankful for.

You felt your second orgasm approaching as he continued his movements, moans growing higher pitched. “Nicholas, I-”

“Think you can hold on?” He asked. It was a genuine question, you knew whatever answer you gave would be correct. 

You considered it for a second. “Yeah, I can- I can wait.” Your legs were still beginning to tremble, though. 

He placed a kiss on your temple, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll go slow, but we can stop if you want to.”

You nodded an affirmative. He stared at you blankly, and you remembered yourself. “Yes, sir.” He tapped your nose, a gesture that was oddly sweet, as he said “Good girl.”

You felt him line up with your entrance, the tip slowly sliding in. It was still a stretch- but you found that you liked it, liked the feeling of being filled up. He went slowly, thrusting shallowly, each time going a little deeper. You could hear the noises you were making, but couldn’t stop yourself from making them. He paused three-fourths of the way in. 

“Doing okay?”

“Yes Nicholas, please don’t stop.” Came your gargled reply.

He smirked, thrusting a few more times until he was fully sheathed in you.

Your back arched clear off the bed as he bottomed out, his tip nestled against something inside you that made you feel feral.

“Like that, doll?” You could hear how smug he was.

“Please, Nicholas, please-” You whined.

“I know, pretty, I’ll give you what you need.” His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he pulled out and slid back in quickly. You let out another carnal wail, your hands coming around to grab at his shoulders. He pulled out again, slamming into you, continuing on until you felt like a puddle on the bed.

“So wet and tight for me, such a good girl.” He grunted as he fucked into you. You nodded pitifully, not sure why, lost in the pleasure. Over and over again he slid against that sweet spot inside you, making you feel like you were on fire. Your orgasm soon approached you like a freight train.

“Nicholas please, I need- I need to come-” You stammered, close to sobbing. 

“I know, it’s so much, I know, you can come, doll.” His words opened a dam as your orgasm overcame you in a powerful wave, making you all but scream as he fucked you through it.

He pulled out shortly after, jerking himself to completion on your stomach. You were gasping for air, legs quivering with the aftershocks of your orgasm as hot ropes of come covered you. 

You felt disgusting, in the most delicious way possible. 

Nicholas disappeared around the corner, returning with a rag to clean you up. He had used hot water, you noted, so it was warm to the touch. 

“So that’s a deal?” You asked when he had finished cleaning you. 

He looked sad, but the expression was quickly gone. “I suppose it is.”

He set the rag on your bedside table, already going to collect his clothing.

“I have a question, before you disappear again.” You called over his shoulder.

“And what is your question?” He turned around to face you as he pulled on his briefs.

“If I wanted a Grammy,” You began, cocking your head to the side. “What would your rates be for that?”

He gave you a grin, understanding your implication immediately as he dropped his pants back onto the floor.

“I’d be open to negotiation of terms.” He murmured as he made his way back over to the bed, lips slotting against yours once more.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hello, you can write about Briar Beauty x gender neutral reader. With the theme of strangers to lovers. The reader is Bambi's son, he has animal characteristics like Bunny or Ramona, he is very shy. They both meet when Briar needs a partner for an activity and the reader is the best one to help her. Both, mostly because of Briar, begin to get together more often, sharing more moments together.

Love this prompt thanks so much for requesting

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Briar Beauty x gn! Reader

Reader has deer ears/ tail they are bambi's child

Prompt-Briar needs someone to help to find a specific flower and asks the reader for help,after that they soon start hanging out and things seem to blossom.

Nickname for the reader is Rosebud

( hope it's not too bad of a nickname to chose,I personally think flower nicknames can be for anyone as well as endearing but I can edit it out if the requester wants me too)

They/them pronouns

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Strangers to lovers/fluff

(E/c) = eye color

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Briar sits in the library alone, she reads out of a book. It's about different types of magical and normal flowers, you see Briar had the greatest idea to get a bouquet of unique flowers to decorate her side of the room since she thought it needed a little liveliness.

She flips through the pages and notes down as well as takes pictures of flowers she likes, "hmm now where to find them" she looks over the page once more 'commonly found in the enchanted forest' it read "aww man but the enchanted forest is like super wicked to go alone" she placed her cin on her palm slouching forward "maybe I can ask someone to go with me" she light up and quickly gets up putting the books back on it's shelf

Briar goes all around the school asking everyone if there was someone in particular that would know the woods like the palm of their hand, but so far in her search no one had any answers for the princess then when she was passing through the cafeteria, it hit her.. literally

"Ow what the-" Cerise went up to Briar "So sorry Briar! That's my fault I was aiming for the trash can but I guess I got you instead" she laughed awkwardly "It's okay Cerise no harm done, hey I got a question for you" Cerise nodded her head signaling to continue "Do you know anyone that knows all about the enchanted flowers in the forest? I really want to make this bouquet" Cerise thought for a moment at the brown and pinkette's questions

Until it hit her... too "ouch! is that an acorn? Never mind, yes do you know [Name] Deerston?" Briar thought for a moment "Oh yeah i think so" Cerise went on "Well they know all about flowers that are in the forest; you can find them usually at the back of the school on this bench with a pink rose bush, I'm sure they'll be happy to help you but just know they are a little shy" Cerise looked over at where the acorn came from saw a chipmunk and growled "anyway gotta go see ya Briar!!" she pointed at the chipmunk "So that's how we're gonna play? Game on, you chonker!" Cerise went after it leaving a confused Briar.

"Well time to find this person then" she walked away out of the cafeteria and to the back of the school hoping that she would find them.

15 minutes of looking around goes by, as Briar searches around. Then she goes around the corner and finally finds someone she assumes it's [Name] the person who was sitting on the bench they Briar said they frequently sat on and they seemed to have deer ears that made Briar remember a few more details about them.

"[Name] Deerston... Ooohh they're Bambi's child! Now I remember,yeah I've seen them around before' she excitedly went up to them "Hiya there!" "AHHH!" [Name] flew out of the bench "oh my fairy! I'm so sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" she offered her hand "i-its fine no harm-done" they grabbed onto Briar's hand and Briar lifted them up to their feet "I'm Briar Beauty by the way" she smiled "i-i'm [Name] Deerston,n-nice to meet you Briar" they shook hands in courtesy 'wow she's so pretty' [Name] thought as they stared at each other

" I'm actually here to ask you for some help, if that's alright with you" [Name] nodded for her to continue "well I heard from Cerise that you know a lot about enchanted flowers and where to get them, so I'm actually looking to find them to make a bouquet, would you be my guide? Please" [Name] smiled "of course I'll help! I just adore flowers, come on I'll show you some"

It seemed like their nervousness had entirely vanish once they started speaking about flowers; most likely because for [Name] it was something that they were very passionate about everything with gardener,so naturally talking with someone with the interests of flowers was very nice for them especially to geek out about the many amazing wild enchanted flowers.

The two enter the enchanted forest, birds chirping and the wildlife a tune with each other peacefully coexisting, [Name] walking away a few steps in front and because of this Briar noticed their tail 'how cute!' Briar caught up to them "your tail is so cute! Oh! You're ears as well" "o-oh t-thank you ahaha" [Name] scratch the back of their neck,while Briar giggled at their flustered expression 'they are so adorable' she smiled once more before looking around the forest

[Name] continued to guide her deeper right until they hit a big stone wall covered in vines "uhhh [Name] this is a dead end...in the forest?" [Name] laughs a little "no uhh t- there's more to it Briar come on I'll show you" they grasp the vines tightly into their hand and started to climb up, they looked back at the brown and pinkette girl and signals upward

"don't worry it's safe and plus I think you'll love what's over this wall" [Name] climb up until they sat at the top and reach out their hand "D-do you trust me princess?" Their faces gave it away, so nervous talking to such a spontaneous and gorgeous person that was Briar on the inside [Name] hoped she'd be impressed with the knowledge they had for nature and with the sliver of confidence they could muster.

"Yes I do" she claimed and at the top she grasps their hand interlocking them "on the count of three?" Briar looked at [Name] with a glint in her brown eyes full of adventure "yeah let's do it"

"One... two...Three!!"

The two landed on the soft grass on the other side of the wall stumbling a little but they gained their footing right away, Briar looked around at the scenery it was more stunning and almost illuminating with sharp bright colors of dozens of different flowers that scattered about, the trees were lush and bright lime green some even a bright neon mint and others a dark sage that was like the ones on the other side giving a nice contrast.

"Woahh this is...AMAZING" Birad sprinted forward giddy with excitement [Name] smiled and walked slowly towards the clearing where she was heading "I'm glad you like it here already" Briar turned around hearing this "like it? I love it! It's so beautiful" the princess crouched down to inspect a neon pink flower with golden tips at the end of its petals.

[Name] crouched alongside her whispering "yeah this place is a great escape, I'm glad I can help you find what you need" Briar looked at them with a big smile "yeah thank you for helping, so which ones are safe to pick?"

The two spent all afternoon until finally it was time to head back home. Briar held a bouquet of flowers of different variations of colors and species in her arms, as the two walked in comfortable silence Briar looked at [Name] who had a calm expression with a small smile "Hey [Name]" they turned to her "yes Princess?" Briar blushed and guessed that nickname would stick between the two.

"Do you uhhh want to hang out some other time with me?" She looked to the side a little embarrassed "why of course i'd be honored to spend more time with you" their tail wagged which she noticed "cute... i-i mean uhhh great! Glad that we can hang out some time haha.." [Name] was too flustered at her comment to say anything, as the two went inside the school "Soo anywayIreallygottagoseeyalater uhhh text me!" Briar rushed her words and sprinted down the hall to her dorm leaving a shocked and flustered [Name] but on the inside they felt a spark within them and were sure it was of their lovely princess.

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In the following months the two would hangout out every chance they could, as well as text and late night calls it was all such a bliss, it felt like the two were connected in such a deep and comforting level

The two of them backed an inseparable duo and a lot of Briar's friends had noticed the cute turn of events.

Apple especially had noticed the two as well as Cerise "it's so adorable how they just click somehow" Apple happily commented to Cerise as they walked along the hallway "yeah very opposites attract personality wise, you know?" Apple nodded "yeah Briar is so unpredictable with her joyrides" "And [Name] is more calm and grounded" Cerise added "but it works out from the looks of it, i mean [Name] was shown last week on Blondies blog while they skydived from a dragon with Briar!"

The two kept talking without noticing the people they were talking about,walking the opposite direction while giggling at something one of them had said.

"Oh my fairy stoppp that is hilarious Rosebud" Briar laughs and pats then on their shoulder "glad you thought it was funny to you,princess" they took a bow for fun "such a charmer aren't you" Briar rolls her eyes with a smile, the two stop at her locker "h-hey Briar?" "Yeah" Briar opens her locker and takes out a few textbooks "do you want to go to the garden with me after school?" [Name] asked while sweating bullets

"Oh! Sure I'd love to" Birar turns to look at them "should I bring some snacks? I feel like this is a snack type of hangout" she giggles "s-sure snacks are always welcomed!" The sound of the bell rang throughout the hall "great! See you then Rosebud" Briar walked away waving goodbye

Later that day after school [Name] stood by the entrance of the forest awaiting Briar. They nervously held onto the stress ball that was adorn with roses that that lifted to them by Briar when she noticed them picking at their hand when nervous so the next movie sleepover she handed it to them saying "I don't want you to be hurting yourself while stressed out or anxious so I got you this, hope it helps Rosebud" truly one of the thoughtful gifts [Name] had ever received.

"You got this [Name] you can do it" you hyped yourself up today you'd confess you're feeling for the sweet princess who had stolen your heart ever so gently.

"Hey [Name]!" Briar's voice echoed all around as she got closer "ready?" [Name] asked as Briar stopped right in front of them she held a bag [Name] presume was the snacks "yeah so ready,let's go!" She took their hand and quickly ran into the forest

The two climbed the vine wall and got over it quickly, [Name] had taken Briar's basket and took out the picnic blanket placing it gently into the ground for the two to sit on

"Ahhh it's so nice to be here and just relax for a while" Briar sighed and played on her back looking up at the blue sky and watched as a flock of birds flew by above them "yeah, it is" [Name] laid beside her crossing their arms over their stomach for a long while the two rested there happy and contempt with eachothers company

A soft chilly breeze past through and the smell of the enchanted flowers danced around with it making its way up to their noses with it's sweet fragrance

The calmness made everything in [Name)'s body to slowly work up the courage to start their confession even though it would be hard to do but with Briar they just felt comfortable it was always her now in their mind. Everything they have done in the past months was all because of her and how extroverted she was although her kindness and thoughtfulness for them was the best part of her they liked.

Slowly she made herself known to [Name] that sometimes it's good to look for other things and experience life not like in their story but as what it was... our life

So they couldn't just not confess now because Briar truly was here with them she has gotten to know them besides their at first shyness Briar saw more and that made her not just a worthy princess by her title but more of a true friend.

"Briar" their voice was barely above a whisper but it was only meant for her ears to hear "yes Rosebud" Birar turned to them her soft brown eyes looking at lovely (e/c) ones "i have feelings for you" time seemed to stop in its tracks as the two stayed in this moment then Briar spoke up with the most kindest enchanting smile that reached her eyes " I have feelings for you as well Rosebud"

Slowly Briar leaned forward but not until stopping just an inch [Name] made the call, brushing a hand to Briar's cheek so warm and inviting. Then finally [Name] leaned in closer then filled the gap between them kissing her softly and with care two to moved in sync like this was the missing puzzle for each others lips, warm.. gentle..inviting to the touch

They slowly break away and with a giggle "those who make me truly you're princess?" [Name] without hesitation "only if I'm forever you're Rosebud" they connected their foreheads together and cuddled close [Name] wrapping their arms around Briar's waist and Briar placing her head on the crook of their neck and she breath in their pinecone scent "forever after Rosebud...forever after"

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Hope you liked the oneshot! and thanks for the request.

i feel like I gotta her character better than the last one shot so improvement is present for sure in this one

[dreamtydraw]

i am asking about derek and cerise. tell me EVERYTHING!!

WELL HELLO FRIEND !

First off, thanks you for asking about the babes 😔💕 i shall over writte about my otp for everyone's delight.

But before that here little doodles.

OK NOW DON'T MIND ME i'm gonna ramble becausethis ship is pining.

Sure, sure, cove x cerise was pining but they confessed when they were 13.

Derek and Cerise ??? took them 10 years to realize the other liked them.

As shown, Cerise did not talk but she was nice and she has her charm, she was a cute girl with a kind heart so that is why the first time Derek managed to make her laugh this was a huge victory.

After some time talking around him became easier to try. She said hi, she asked for the ball and slowly she started to talk with him and have full speaking conversation together.

Then one day summer started to approach its end and it felt sad. Cerise didn't like school and she didn't like the idea of not seeing her friend and them Derek asked "do you like boys ? I mean would you consider being with one"

cerise brain went :

"maybe?"

So they made the 10 years pact. It was sweet, to have someone who you could trust to have in your life in the future, and at that moment, even with all the signs, it occurred to neither of them that in the present, someone wanted to be here.

They saw each other less and less until they both got their phone. Age and distance occurred and it was during this period that Cerise realized her feelings toward her friend. It was hard to find time to see each other but they kept calling and texting.

She tried her way to show affection by sending letters and taking pics "oh this reminds me of" "I think you may like it" and "would be nice if we went here". Sadly even with all the effort they could make, distance was here.

Derek loved cerise, he knew she liked crackers and had terrible balance control, he knew she liked green and that every week she would send him pictures of seagulls or sunset after school.

Cerise loved Derek, she knew when he had games and tried to send messages before the events, she tried to learn about what sport he liked the most and how his family was doing, how school treated him.

They both knew and loved each other, but couldn't realize that they were also loved the way they dreamt they were.

"he's just being nice, derek has always been polite"

"she's just being friendly, she likes to share her stories"

also with distance: miscommunication and doubt

Derek had a lot of friends back there, Cerise didn't know what it might feel like to be that liked, but she knew that meant there could be people who liked him as she does and there is nothing she could do about it because of that life. For a long time, Derek's selfless attitude just make him think he had no chance, then one day... Baxter arrived (yeah causing angst here too, I will talk about Baxter and Cerise when his DLC comes out ).

Baxter is really a special person in Cerise's heart. He is the first friend she managed to make by herself and engage with on her own. This role of his first step toward being more sociable is something she badly hides, Cerise openly shows affection and interest toward her friend. This lead to Cerise's talk drifting from what she did that day to Baxter, talking a lot about Baxter. How they hang out that day, how he offered her a ride, how she gifted him a bracelet.

The more she talked about Baxter, the more a little feelin' started to grow on Derek's side. Any hope was dead at this point.

They both think they have no chance with each other Derek totally throws away any possibility as he wants to be suportive but Cerise still holds to it with her new confidence. Both have a lot of conflict regarding school and career at this point in life, so their relationship isn't on the radar at this point. When summer 2021 rolls in and they have a chance to meet after all this time there is a mix of so many things, maybe it's not the right time and it will never be.

It's been so long since they hang out only by themself and this meeting is planned purely platonically. I won't develop here to not spoil the events of Derek's DLC but to the one who read it, the Park scene hit hard for both. They kept so many things for themself and worries mixed with support made it a hard night.

Regardless Cerise view Derek as a very important person to her, so even though it's been years, her ease to interact with him staying, and being around each other felt natural again. It's nice to know that after all this year, they do have someone here for them. During this reunion, she finally confesses her feelings and they both feel a lot of things but mainly they think of how dumb and oblivious they have been for years.

Still here? Oh helloooo there, thank you for reading. Fun facts about this idiotic couple will arive soon

[letstalkaboutit100]

Ideas pt 16 Blue= Concepts Pink=episode ideas

Since I posted my pt 13 I started to think about animals in the EAH world. So here are MORE ideas if EAH got a reboot!

Apple's cat is named Cinnamon and Raven's dog is named Buck. And they of course hate each other just like their owners lol. I feel Raven and Cinnamon have a BIG rivalry! She's like Lucifer lol! Pretty and sweet on the outside, but evil and mean on the inside. She constantly makes Raven's life harder by breaking stuff, leaving hairballs everywhere, and meowing all night to keep her awake. (Since her and Apple's rooms are close she somehow always sneaks in! Raven can't figure it out!) She drives her crazy! And every time Raven finally has enough, starts to yell at her or is sometimes in an out-of-context position (There was a throwing-out-the-window incident that we don't talk about lol. That was a 'fun' week) someone walks in, usually Apple looking for her and is shocked (but also happy) that Raven is trying to 'kill her cat' when in truth she wasn't trying to but now... SHE DOES! (Her mother used to have a mean cat so she just doesn't like them)

I feel that Apple would be scared of Buck lol. He growls at her and she squeals and finds someone to hide behind. Cerise gave Buck to Raven as a gift for helping her be more confident in her ears/helping to show them off in a way that no one would know that they were real. "I found him while me and my family were hunting" *Lifts the blanket in her basket off and Buck pops out licking Raven's face while she's laughing* "Aw! He's adorable!" "When we found him he had an injured paw so we took him home and I nursed him back to health!"

*Raven starts to baby-talk him* "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy! You're such a sweet boy!" *looks up to Cerise while playing with Buck*"Does the little guy have a home?" *Looks back down at Buck* "Do you have a home?" "Doooo you?" "Actually I was wondering if you would like to have him..." "Really!?" "Yeah I mean I already have my pet dog and" *Bends down to scratch Buck's head and starts to baby-talk too* "And I couldn't leave the little guy in the pound! Now, Could I?" *Both girls start to play with him* "So will you?" "Of course, I will! *Stands up to hug Cerise* "Thank you so much!" "I should be the one thanking you." *Confused* "Me? Why?" "You are the only one besides Hunter and Ashlynn who knows about my parents. You're the first person that I have ACTUALLY told. And you're ok with it! You don't judge my parents and willingly are my friend. You helped me not be so insecure anymore. And at Maddie's tea party!? I would have never shown them my ears if you hadn't convinced me! So I just wanted to say thank you." *Raven who is on the verge of tears* "I'm honored that I was the first one you tolded and your friend!" *They hug again* (A part of me kinda wants Cerise to have the tinyest crush on her. So tiny that it's not even mentioned in the show.)

Everyone loves Buck! The school is kind of divided between Cinnamon and Buck lol. The rebels love Buck, and some of the royals too. But most of them like Cinnamon. (Maybe because they don't want to hurt Apple's feelings. I can imagine Apple giving people a pouty sad look. I feel she does that a lot to manipulate people whether it's for the littlest things. In Apple's will it said that if anything happens to her, she wants Brair to take care of her. Brair doesn't lol.)

Apple at first thinks that Buck is cute but he doesn't like her the second he sniffs her.

Maddie also doesn't like cinnamon because she tries to eat mice.

Cerise doesn't like Cinnamon at first but gets used to her.

Ramona HATES Cinnamon. She's constantly hissing at her showing off her teeth and claws to scare her.

Ashlynn loves both of them. But Hunter just likes Buck. She has it out for him too lol! She likes Ashlynn. I would want an episode where Apple goes away for a few days and everyone in the school has to take turns taking care of Cinnamon lol! That would be WILD!

[yubellia]

Some thoughts about Lila Rossi/Cerise Bianca/ Iris Verdi (Part 2)

Hi again....... Yes I am doing this again. To be honest it is not healthy how much I think of this character. But there are some more things to think about. Remember, english is just my second language. Enjoy!

If you think about it, the idea that Lila is an adult woman and not a teenager becomes more realistic. I mean think about it. Not only does she have multiple mothers and is going to different schools but she also got this weird lair underground. How can she do that? I mean if you rent that room, where did she get the money from? Or who is paying it for her?

Not just that. When Chloe got defeated and Cerise took miss Tsurugis Laptop, she must have used the alliance app program to protect herself. She used a skrewdriver to open it. Ok..... but don't you think that the laptop and the app should have a password or something like that? Are the writers trying to tell us, that she must have hacking skills now too?

How smart is this girl/woman supposed to be?

One thing is clear. The writers did not do the best job with making her look smart.

Also another thought about her last scene in season 5. You know? This "I look forward to seeing you again." Scene.

A few hours ago (while writing this) i saw a post where someone said that Lila's obsession with Marinette almost has a homosexual touch.....

I want to make it clear, that I don't like that idea all that much. It can be done well, I know the fanfictions but i would not like it when the writers did that. I would like them to stay rivals. Lila seemed like an Anti-Marinette.

However. We do have scenes where Lila has an evil smirk or is pleased with how things are going for her and this scene does not have that. Look it up I am waiting here.

She looks very calm and..... happy(?) in that moment. There is no malice in that smile. Again she is talking about Marinette here. So what is that?

So as much as I don't like that, we maybe should not throw that idea too far away.

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So yeah. Some more of my thoughts abou her. I am also thinking about writing a fanfic about her too. I don't want to tell you too much now. I am still thinking about it. If i do it, you will see it. Also i might do something like this "my thoughts about..." for Chloe too. We all probably think the same things here but still. Anyway. See you again soon!

[apricusnights]

Chapter Fifteen: Into The Unknown.

Location: The Spire, Direct Center of Apricus City.

Julius: "I've given you everything you requested. All of the awakened ability research, anything you desired from the Cathedral, even let you browse the Consecration archives, and you complain about me asking you for a bit more than the original agreement?"

Masked Man: "I've been rather busy Julius; your interruptions have become a bit of a nuisance. However, I do understand your point. What exactly do you need from me now?"

Julius: "The council is plotting against me; I'm almost certain Solomon survived and is aiding them in some way. I've worked too hard to let everything slip away so easily."

Masked Man: "And what do you want me to do about it?"

Julius: "Let me use the Aurora."

Masked Man: "It's still being tested. I had to add my own tweaks to it since the data I stole from Ciar was still incomplete."

Julius: "Think of it as a trial run. If it works, you'll be well on your way to completing Sunrise."

Masked Man: "Field testing would be quite beneficial. Very well, use it if you like."

Julius: "You have my gratitude. May the Creator bless you."

Several weeks later.

Location: Delta Town.

Shin: "Julius is up to something. Every day a small group of Templars go on some so-called special assignment he sends them. When they come back, they refuse to mention anything about it."

May: "You're First Templar, you're the one they should be receiving orders from."

Shin: "You know as well as I do that Julius gave me this position to make himself look better. The Templars still follow him blindly."

May: "If you ask me, this is no longer a matter of faith. I'm afraid my brothers and sisters have been led astray."

Shin: "Nice way to say brainwashed but yes, I agree with you. We only know a small amount about that staff Julius is carrying around. It's likely capable of more things than we can imagine. The Empire hid it away for a reason."

May: Glancing down at her aShine. "I believe they are beginning to realize I have no interest in anything Julius is trying to sell. Castor keeps messaging me wondering why I won't accompany him on the upcoming assignment."

Shin: "Leave Castor to me, I refuse to believe he's fallen under Julius's spell. As for you, you might want to lay low for a while. I'll think of a cover story for you at the upcoming meeting."

May: "Very well, but if you need me do not hesitate to call."

Shin: "Same to you Sister May. Good luck out there."

Location: Evergreen Basin.

Sunil: "Listen, I know it's hard to believe but I'm just asking you to trust me on this. I can't tell you where I got the information from. Just that I have it and I know where we need to go."

Puck remained silent as he sat listening to Sunil's explanations.

Cerise: "You realize we're going to go with you if you do this right? There is no way I'm letting you two idiots go out there on your own. With the amount of nat ones that you both roll? It'd be a disaster."

Puck: "I take offense to take!"

Night: "Yeah but she's got a point. If you wanna do this, we might as well go too. Hecaball season is over, may have played my last game anyway."

Puck: "I haven't even agreed to this yet!"

Sable: "But it'd be so much fun! Think of the adventure!"

Night: "Who said you were going?"

Hugo: "If I go, she goes, and if you go, I go. Someone has to protect you nerds."

Sunil: "Just give it a bit of thought. It'll take a bit to make preparations anyway. I promise you won't regret it."

Puck: "Fine, I'll think about it. Wouldn't be the first time I jumped headfirst into the unknown.."

Sunil: "That's the spirit!"

Location: Solis Heights.

Ajax: "You holdin up alright?"

Nava: "Normally I'd try and keep a straight face and tell you yes. The problem is, being around you so much has actually made me show more emotions."

Ajax: "I've sinned against the natural order."

Nava: "Shut up. SEE, that! No, I am not holding up ok. One of the people I wanted to think was my friend is apparently plotting my downfall. I knew this day would come; I just didn't expect it to be her."

Ajax: "Who did you actually expect would betray you.."

Nava: "I'll show you the files later. For now, I don't know what to do. The board is holding an emergency meeting in a few weeks. I don't have much time to convince them that I should stay with the company."

Ajax: "So we have to either find out where the hell your parents are, or we have to figure out a way to outsmart the bitch who's in the ears of the entire board of directors."

Nava: "Van knows about her. I never thought I would say this, but we may need his help. Ugh that makes me feel dirty just saying it."

Ajax: "Dirty huh?"

Nava: "Not now...I'm starting to scheme."

Ajax: "Even hotter."

Nava: "Why did I end up with you of all people. What even is my life now?"

Ajax: "Exciting?"

Nava: "I..come on, we have work to do."

Days later.

Location: Templar Meeting Hall.

Julius: "I realize I've stepped aside and given my previous position to Brother Shin however I had no choice but to call this emergency meeting ."

Shin pushes the doors open and makes his way to the podium to confront Julius.

Shin: "You have no right to call anything to order. You're no longer First Templar, you never truly were in the first place. Now you're masquerading as High Priest in the wake of Lucianna's disappearance."

Julius: "Ah, I wondered if you would be joining us. Always a pleasure Shin."

Shin: "Where is Lucianna? I refuse to believe you know nothing about her whereabouts."

Julius: "I assure you I don't have the slightest idea."

Shin: "Just like you didn't have the slightest idea about what happened to Brother Solomon?" Shin puts his aShine on the podium and presses a button. A hologram of Solomon appears. Solomon begins to present evidence of Julius's actions as well as what really happened in the Underground Cathedral.

Julius: "So the old man survived after all. Shame.."

Shin: "So you admit it, you attacked him. You've been using everything you found down there to turn the Templars into your own private army."

Julius: "Of course, why would I lie about that?"

Shin notices the Templars seem unphased by the revelation.

Shin: "What did you do to them?"

Julius: "The same thing I plan to do to you. Well, perhaps only for a short period of time. I do owe a friend some more research data, I'm sure being able to test your rather peculiar ability would be fascinating to him.."

Shin: "Should have known you weren't smart enough to do any of this yourself.."

Julius shrugged before activating the staff and sending a blast of energy towards Shin. Shin manages to dodge out of the way but begins to feel the staff's effects just as Solomon did. Being brought to his knees. He tries to shake off the dizziness, but the entire room seems to be spinning.

Julius points the staff at Shin once more, the Templars simply watching. Before he can fire, he's struck in the back and knocked aside. Castor reaches out and helps Shin back to his feet. Castor pulls Shin over to a section of the wall that suddenly opens up to reveal May standing on the other side.

Castor helps shin into the hidden passage just as Julius turns and points to them. The Templars turning their attention and beginning to rush toward the wall. May is able to throw a flashbang out which temporarily neutralizes the mob. She closes the wall again and helps Castor lead Shin down into the tunnel system.

Julius: "You see now! Shin has betrayed us! Castor betrayed us! May betrayed us! The city council is plotting to betray us! It's time we take matters into our own hands! We will eliminate those who have strayed! We will bring the Creator's wrath upon the blasphemers!"

Julius: "It is time to purge this city of the wicked. Something my predecessor never had the fortitude to do. When it is all said and done, I will become the spiritual leader this city deserves. The only leader this city deserves. But in order to save the city, I must first be its reckoning."

Unbeknownst to Julius, the aShine Shin left behind had been recording everything said in the hall.

Days later.

Location: Aurora Vale.

As Mr. Ciar finishes addressing the crowd about some upcoming products, he notices several Templars in the crowd looking directly at him.

Location: Upper Docks.

Captain Larsen, Van, Nerys, and Viridian are disembarking from a short voyage to attending a meeting with Kawakami. Larsen points out how strangely quiet it is. Van notices Templars standing on nearby rooftops, looking in their direction.

Location: Smokey Gardens.

Just as Styles receives a communication from Lapis, he glances at the security system to see Templars standing out in the woods surrounding the cabin he and Lazuli are currently in.

Location: Solis Heights.

Tyrael Cheshire and his family exit a restaurant. He pauses when he senses something is wrong. Several Templars are standing in the crowd across the street, seemingly fixated on the Cheshire family.

Location: Diamond District.

Miranda Fisher, Roland Marigold, and Jae Aryl arrive at a reported crime scene only to find the entire area deserted. Except for the Templars watching them from the doorways of several nearby buildings.

Location: Capitol Square.

Mayor Lowell is sitting in his office as he's buzzed about someone waiting for him downstairs. He glances at the security system and notices several Templars in the lobby. He reaches down and presses a button under his desk.

Location: Apricus University.

Dr. Xanthos is having a staff meeting about his decision to return to being Dean of the university. He receives an alert about trespassers on campus. Shani brings up the surveillance system and sees Templars moving from building to building.

Location: Cherry Hills.

Darcie and her family are attending a town hall meeting as she's notified of several non-residents being seen around town. The door flings open, and Typhon throws the unconscious body of a Templar on the ground. Several others begin to enter the district.

Location: Aurora Vale.

A man wearing a hooded jacket approaches the entrance to a secluded health spa. Several Templars Walk forward to deny him entrance. The man holds up his arms and releases a swarm of scarabs from his sleeves. The Templars are incapacitated by the bugs.

The man forces his way into the building, stopping by a secure storage area and retrieving a staff. Scarabs swarm through the building and take care of anyone attempting to stop him

He finally reaches a room locked room and commands the bugs to pull open the door. The door falls down and the bugs enter the room. The pick apart the restraints that were keeping a hooded woman locked down.

Merek pulls the hood of his cloak down before removing the last of the woman's restraints, pulling the hood off her head and handing over her staff.

Merek: "Vacation is over, time to save the city."

Lucianna stands up and stretches, taking her staff from Merek.

Lucianna: "Never thought I'd have you to thank. Nevertheless, Julius has much to answer for..."

Both exit the building as alarms can be heard going off throughout the city.

To Be Continued.

[explorerspack]

anyway yeah. something something minimum damage on thunderstep maximum healing on cure wounds. man.

[pixelmensupremacy]

A remedy for a galling itch

Warnings: Suggestive content, 18+, GN!reader

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: I literally had to go through a good chunk of the game just to enter the trailer for references. Also this is my first time writing gender neutral reader, so I hope it makes sense.

Abnormal amounts of adrenaline rushed through (Y/N)’s veins, as they slammed the door of the trailer behind them, creating a sound wave, that resonated across the closed space of the vehicle.

"Shit that was close.” (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief, even though their heart rate was still accelerated by the horrendous encounter with Marguerite Baker. A few hours back they thought Jack reviving, from what seemed to be a certain death, to chase after them, alongside Ethan, was horrifying. However, there was nothing that could prepare poor (Y/N) for the bug infested nightmare they and Ethan had just gone through.

(Y/N) guarded the door for a while longer, their body stiffened as the adrenaline wore off and the initial shock took its place. A vivid image of Marguerite’s atrocious deformed body pestered their, -already troubled- mind, causing shivers to run down their spine.

On the opposite side, Ethan leaned on the counter, silently observing his fellow survivor. His greyish orbs noted the distress in their features. Something within him nudged at the sight of them- an urge to brighten up their mood.

“Now I have one more reason to hate bugs.”  (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle at his joke. Seeing even the slightest of a smile curling their lips, made the man smile back.

“What do we do now?” He was suddenly brought out of his mind by their mellifluous voice.

“We got the ingredients…” Ethan paused, as the reality of his situation settled. As much he was embarrassed to admit it, he enjoyed (Y/N)’s company. So much so he forgot about his beloved wife, who was the reason he came here in the first place. It was humiliating just to think about how soon he managed to catch feelings for a stranger he met a few hours ago, especially when his counterpart was somewhere out there waiting to be rescued from this nightmare. Yet Ethan couldn’t bring himself to discard the feelings (Y/N) caused within him- ones that Mia had deprived him of for the time of her absence. And he was almost completely sure that these feelings were requited.

“We should wait for her to contact us then.” They suggested, as they made their way towards the green container, that for some strange reason the family had plenty of all across their property.

“Yeah, I guess.” A sense of relief took over his features. As much as he wanted to leave this god forgotten place, he didn’t want to face what was inevitably coming his way. The dilemma was weighting on his conscience. The man was forced to decide between his happiness and his moral code. Yet their dreamy (E/C) orbs and astounding smile made the choice even more difficult.

“Do you still have these rashes?” Their voice ringed across the small space, tingling his ears.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I found some ointment.” (Y/N) looked at him, hope gleamed in their eyes.

“Are you sure this thing is good?”

Their eyebrows furrowed, enhancing the look of concentration on their face, as they looked through the label.

“Luckily for us it hasn’t expired. We should give it a try.”

“Let me guess. I’ll be the test subject.” He struck them a mischievous look, provoking a giggle from them, which in return made his heart flutter.

The man approached them, not taking his eyes away from theirs in the process of doing so. His teasing stare made these few seconds feel like minutes. Just as he sat before them, they let out a breath they didn’t even realize they were holding back. Their cheeks were tinted with a cerise color, which –unfortunately for their- gave away their excitement.

Their bashfulness encouraged him to tease them further. With slow movements he undid the buttons of his cuffs, then rolled them up his elbow- revealing the irritated skin of his arms. (Y/N) swallowed hard before they got on their knees, with the ointment in their hand. Their free hand took his right one, after they dipped their pointy finger in the container, scooping a generous amount of product. They looked up at the man, searching for his assurance, only to meet his darkened, even lustful ones. For a moment they were taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, wondering if he was mad at them, but soon they understood that wasn’t the case.

As they applied the product over the bumps, they heard a barely audible whine. At first, they didn’t think much of it, assuming the cool cream caused a pleasant feeling against his hot skin. They began to spread it to all of the necessary spots, gently massaging around the rashes to avoid causing him any discomfort.

Meanwhile Ethan was trying his best to hold back any other sounds from escaping his mouth. Against all of his expectations the mysterious product did wonders. Not only did the itching stop, but also it soothed the burning sensation. Yet what made him feel idyllic was their tender touch. Their digits gracefully caressed his arm, mindlessly tracing the lines of his popped veins; his pulse throbbed underneath their fingertips, exposing his enthusiasm. The man gulped, his Adams apple bobbed awkwardly in his throat, as he felt the fabric of his slacks grow tight.

Unexpectedly (Y/N) retreated much to his disappointment. With curiosity, Ethan observed them, anticipating their next move. They glanced at the man above them through their lashes, while they scooped more of the ointment. Whilst keeping eye contact, they spread the product on his left hand. Ethan’s mouth went agape, unintentionally letting a whine escape his damp lips. Without a doubt the tension within him grew with each passing second.

“Does it help?”

In response he only nodded. Unlike his other arm, (Y/N) spent more time with his left one, tracing not only the veiny lines, but also the scars around his wrist. It appeared they were fascinated with the pattern of his skin. Carefully they threaded the calloused flesh of his palms in attempt to coax a reaction from him. Much to their surprise he was very responsive to their touch, it was almost alarming. Yet they didn’t seem to mind, because they enjoyed it just as much to a point where they wanted to extend this moment as much as they could. Still, it was coming to an end.

“That should do. Do you feel better?” They stood up, bringing their figure in a short distance to the man.

“Yeah, you got magical hands.” His -unusually- hoarse voice rumbled through their entire being. Looking down at him they noticed a difference in his glance. His blue-tinted grey orbs shined with a sparkle of mischief, one associated with what could only be described as desire. It was clear to them, yet they were reluctant. The thought of his wife made them guilty for even glancing in the man’s direction, let alone get intimate with him. She was the only barrier holding (Y/N) back. Though that wasn’t the case with Ethan.

He looked up at his companion with expectancy. The –seemingly- prolonged silence caused him to grow a bit nervous. Was he taking stuff too far, too quick? Even so there was no turning back. He couldn’t deny his feeling, nor avoid them. Every little thing about them was enough to make his heart flutter; to him they were truly breathtaking. Their perfections alongside their flaws made the man fall even deeper for them.

“I appreciate you doing this for me.” Ethan’s voice, akin to honey, dripped down their ears then straight to their heart.

“I really mean that.” His slender digits gently brushed onto their hand, sending electric waves across their nerves. (Y/N) stayed silent, unable to respond.

“Let me show you just how much I’m grateful for having you.” Ethan stood up; his tall figure towered over their one.

“May I?” Shivers ran down (Y/N)’s spine, as they felt his hot breath crash onto their hot cheeks. His plump lips were only a few millimeters away from theirs- so close, yet so far. They stood on their tippy toes in attempt to reach him, until the ring of a familiar sound interrupted them. A bit startled, but far more frustrated, (Y/N) looked to the left only to see the old-fashioned phone flickering.

"I guess we'll have to leave this for later." They puffed with disappointment evident in their voice.

"Don't worry sweetheart, you know I keep my promises." He let out a breathy chuckle before planting a tender kiss to their forehead.

[kken-kenn]

• Daring Charming x m!reader

“Seriously, Daring? Answer your MirrorPhone!” You groan out in irritation, strolling down the large halls of Eve After. Ever Since School had let out your boyfriend had not answered a single hext from you. Typically Daring answered the second you hexted him, yet today, today was different for reasons unknown.

What’s more, considering that there are two possibilities, one — he was ignoring for god knows what, two — Daring’s Mirrorphone is dead and you're just being a tenacious boyfriend. In any case though, for your own well-being you went with choice number two. Still promptly focused on your screen, you fail to hear the faint, yet familiar sound of Sparrow.

‘Perfect!’ You think, about to round the corner before Sparrow’s next words make you stop dead in your tracks. “Honestly, I did not at all expect you and him to last this long,” Sparrow speaks up, humor laced in his voice. ‘What?’ You silently lean against the wall, curiosity now taking toll over your body, “just who could this ‘him’ be?” You mumble silently.

“I mean could you really at any point doubt that [Name] could fall for me?” The blonde spoke, pride evident in his speech. “Yeah, we all thought you were going to break his heart by going on a date with the next person who enters your vision!” You feel your face contort; what the hell was Hopper talking about? “Hey, I’m not like that anymore, I’ve had a change of heart!” Daring exclaims, clearly hurt his friends would pin such accusations on him.

“Dude, in less than a month you went out Apple, Cerise, Lizzie, and Duchess!” Though you could not see it, Sparrow’s tone had told you just enough, while Hopper chuckled. “The bet was ‘get [Name] to go out with me,’ not, ‘get [Name] to fall hopelessly in love with me and eventually marry and have kids in the future’”! Hopper mocks Daring, while the latter gives out a bitter dry laugh. “You know I really don’t care if you think I actually love him or not, what matters is I do.”

As much as Daring confessing his love to might’ve been cute ‘less the circumstances were different, what you were really focused on was the bet part of this whole conversation. “So does that mean that in the next few days you’ll dump [Name] and live up to your infamous ‘heartbreaker’ title?” Sparrow laughs, but all you feel is coldness slowly creeping up through your body.

Slowly but surely your insides felt as though they had became twisted at the sick idea that your relationship with Daring was nothing more than some dumb joke to entertain some teenage jerks. “I mean, after word got out that you actually went out with Lizzie, no thanks to Blondie of course, we both assumed [Name] was like her, take him out a few times, dump him the next, ya know?”

You, you love Daring, how could he do this to you? How dare he do this to you! After everything, the dates, the hugs, sweet kisses, and memorable intimate moments turns out it was all to boost that damned ego of his? You clench your fists at your sides, jaw clenching with unimaginable wrath. “A bet, huh?” Calling out, your reveal yourself to all three boys, who damn near jump from their skin.

Sparrow and Hopper’s cocky smirks immediately dropped while Daring stiffened. He slowly turns, now realizing you had made way over to him in the short time you had announced your presence to them. “[Name]!” Daring smiles worriedly, eyes darting around, trying to desperately avoid your gaze.

“You two, leave. Now!” Pointing a finger at the duo behind Daring, your eyes trained on his face, your tone tells them to leave soon before their caught in the cross-fire. The red-head jogs steadily round the corner, while Hopper puts a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, “Good luck,” he murmurs, eye hold nothing but concern for Daring.

“Go!” You shout again, causing Hopper to almost squeal while running away. Daring stands there, little noises leaving his mouth as if to find the words to try and salvage what little hope that may come from this conversation. “I — I uh, I thought you and the others would have been out,” Glowering, you feel the nails of your remaining

clenched hand begin to dig into your skin. Daring looks down at his feet, utterly ashamed. “Seriously Daring? A bet? You were dating me because of some stupid little dare from Hopper and Sparrow?” You can feel a shift in the atmosphere after you speak your part. Your irked expression almost falters into one of anguish. ‘No, no, no! I refuse to cry in front of him!’ Daring lifts his head, his eyebrows furrowed downward.

“Every word, every gift, compliment, and undying confession of love was a lie?” Stopping right before Daring you stare at his awaiting an answer, your speeding heart could be heard within your ears. Breath picking up when you are given a lack of no answer on the other end. Daring takes hold of your hands, “Please, please let me explain myself!”

He begs, but you harshly remove yourself from his grip. “Please, don’t touch me,” You said to him quietly, fingers ghosting over the fleeting warmth on your wrists. Daring wants to say something, god damn he wants to say anything at that point, but when he takes note of the way your voice almost broke, he finds it best to choose his words wisely.

Daring sighs, closing his eyes while the amazing memories of you with him flash in his mind all at once, “Do you think I’m stupid?” Daring is snapped from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. Noticing how your eyes had begun to appear glossy, “Was dating me some kind of cruel game to you?” You ask, panic takes over Daring’s body as he frantically shakes his head, “No! Of course it wasn’t!”

‘Why did he have to find out?” Daring silently says to himself. As much as you would ever hate to admit though you can feel the tears begin to collect out on the outer corners of your eyes. “I, I should have known…” Speaking up a sickeningly sweet smile makes way to your lips, “After all why would the Daring Charming choose me?” The agony in your chest soon begins to bubble up again into rage.

“After all, plenty gawk and grovel at your feet.” “Why choose me?!” The last part is shouted, voice finally cracking while Daring flinches at how loud you had gotten. “Apple, Cerise, Lizzie, and Duchess…” Renaming the girls you had heard Sparrow name earlier, “Who needs me when you have them?” The tears now finally spill from your eyes “I’m an idiot,” Turning to walk away Daring follows suit, “[Name]!” He grabs your shoulder, “I loved you then and I do now! I have loved you since the beginning. That bet means nothing to me! It never has!”

Daring tries to convince you, “You never loved me,” You glare at him, “I do! I swear I do!” He insists, “Yeah? Then why did it take some bet to ask me out, huh?!” You take in a deep breath, forcing yourself to ignore the hurt look on his face. “It’s my fault too, isn’t it?” You laugh, yet it holds no happiness, no humor, no joy, it seems cold and tired, “My friends told me to watch my back when I accepted to go out with you,” Shaking your head you bite the inside of your cheek.

“They said not to, but I did anyway, of course there was always gonna be someone better, I was stupid to think you fell for me,” you feel that little voice in the back become a booming roar that rings in your skull. Your insecurities now begin to flood your head, the months of mental strain coming forth right.

Once more you turn to walk in the direction of your dorm, attempting to block out Daring’s desperate attempts to gain your attention. He begs for you to listen to him, “Leave me alone, I want nothing to do to you,” You spat, at this point you were trying to figure out whether to just run away from him or not. That is, until a hand grabs at your forearm.

“Hate me all you want, but all I ask is one chance to tell you my side,” You close your eyes, ‘I don’t have to. but I want to,” You remain in the same spot, motionless, “then tell me, Daring, tell me why you chose to date me like this.” He lets go of you, but neither you or him makes any sound for a few seconds, nothing but the dead silence of the halls and your heavy breathing.

“I…” Daring begins stopping while his footsteps allow you to hear him walk over so that he stands parallel to you. “Ever since I saw you in chemythstry, I had knew right then that I wanted to make you my boyfriend. You had just caught my eye so quickly, after weeks of trying to drop hints that I liked you, I honestly hoped that at some point you would reject me so I could move on. You were that oblivious.”

A small smile graces Daring’s face, “You didn’t want my attention then, because as far as you were concerned I was just being a ‘teenage jerk’ and I guess, I liked that,” He moves over just a little bit closer, “I was the one trying to gain someone’s attention for once, and it was a nice change of pace.” He continued, your head slightly turns and you look over at him, you had never heard him this vulnerable before.

“I was planning on asking you out about a month before that bet was even brought up, the guys, they didn’t think I was serious.” He thinks to that day, the way all the guys laughed in his face, because there was no way in hell that the Daring Charming had fallen for someone other than himself. “Dexter — uh, he was the only one who took me seriously, said he could just tell how in love I was with you.”

“Told me that the amount of times he would catch me staring at you was evidence enough of my feelings,” As much as it felt weird, you could feel the corner of your lip begin to quirk up. “So, when they all betted I couldn’t convince you to go on a date with me, I said yes.”

“But, I only said yes because it gave me some weird form of confidence to walk up to you. Still, the day I asked you out I meant it, in all honesty I was scared out of my mind at just what you would say to me,” He chuckles but it begins to sound almost watery in a way, as if he’s afraid to keep speaking.”

“You have no idea how happy I was the day you finally accepted me,” He now stands before you, while you stare up at him, his hands uncharacteristically folded in front of his body, “I don’t want to let you go, I can’t. You are the only one for me, you always have been.” “But, if you think that us not seeing each other is the right choice then so be it, still this doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop loving you,” Daring is careful to read your reactions when he brings his hands up to cup your face.

“I am serious about you. About us,” He affectionately rubs his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks, “You were never a game, nor were you a joke, all I ever hoped for was to be with you for the rest of my life.” Staring deeply into his eyes you think over your options, would it really hurt to give him a second chance? “Daring, I, I love you more than anything, but knowing what I do know I don’t even know if you feel the same way about me.”

“What you did to me wasn’t right, I don’t know what to say or what to think, but, if you are truly serious about, and about this relationship, I see no reason why we still can’t be together,” You grab his hands and take them away from your face, rubbing your own fingers over his knuckles. You bring your face closer to his to plant a sweet kiss to his lips.

When you retract yourself you find that his dopey lovesick smile has found home on his face. You giggled, “C’mon Daring,” You pull in the opposite direction as he looks at you confused, “You owe me a date,” He frantically nods, giving you a wide toothy smile. You head towards the Eve After gates while Daring continues to smile at you like a kid on Christmas. ‘Yeah,’ you think, strolling hand in hand with your lovely boyfriend, ‘Everything is going to be just fine.’

[phoebe-delia]

Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

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[mcmystery]

Jokes Aside (Cerise X Mr.B)

As Cerise takes her first trip with this new mysterious individual that has captured her heart. Her nervousness siphons into her curiosity about him. Wondering how much experience he’s had from being a huntsman. What kind of adventures has he already been on? What sights has he seen? She wanted to know all the amazing wonders of Remnant and he was going to show her that personally.

“So, we’re headed to Haven first?” Cerise began. “I’ve never been there before, only seen images of it in books.” Pausing for a moment to follow up with her next question. “Is the Academy really at the very top of the mountain? It looks sooo high up. I bet you can even touch the clouds!” Cerise giggled at the thought.

The man next to her kept his pace as she spoke, not giving much of an expression except for a soft smirk, which was minimal compared to her excitement. “It is, and regrettably, you can’t touch any clouds.”

“Aww,” Cerise kicked a rock as they walked on the path. “Well, what other places have you been to? Have you been to the other Academies? What are the people like there? Are we also going to Vacuo? I heard the environment there changes all the time!” Cerise smiled up at him enthusiastically.

“Ah, well…” He began, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of conversation topics thrown at him. Where to begin, he thought.

“Ahh! I can’t believe I get to come along with you!” Cerise exclaimed with a cheery tone, not giving him the opportunity to answer her previous questions. “To see all the sights and wonders of this world. Especially with someone as handsome as you-” Cerise blushed, “Ah, sorry!” Apologizing immediately from the slip up. “I guess I’m just really nervous.” She looked away from him; focusing on their shadows that paired to the front side of them as they journeyed on this new adventure together.

He didn’t mind the compliment too much. It didn’t bother him, but it didn’t flatter him either.

Cerise held onto the straps of her backpack. “This is all so new to me. I feel like my heart’s bouncing all over the place; with the traveling, meeting you, and figuring myself out…”

He watched her keep to herself, seeing the nervousness and troubles consumer her slightly. He inhaled to gather his words, “Facing new unknowns can be nerve wrecking.” He began. “I, myself, have faced some unfamiliar situations in my life as well.”

Cerise looked to him now. Feeling as though he was trying to relate to her. He didn’t exactly look at her direction, but in general. Watching the scenery that laid on her side. The taller gentleman gazed at the horizon beyond them as her gaze fell on him.

“Even during those times, I wasn’t alone.” He then glanced down at her, “Feel free to know that you won’t be facing this uncharted journey by yourself.”

Cerise smiled warmly at him and nodded in agreement. The moment was easygoing as they walked together still. Cerise’s heart skipped a bit at the thought of him being there for her. This mysterious traveling companion continued to walk by her side. He was going to be her guide all throughout Remnant. Showing the wonders of this strange world they lived in. They journeyed a bit more like this as they headed to their next destination, until Cerise brought up another topic that interested her.

“I’m especially excited for you to teach me!” She sprang up. He grinned a bit at her enthusiasm to learn. “Maybe I can become a registered Huntress too!” She cupped her face at the fantasy of it.

“You want a license to become one?” He questioned her, with slight firm curiosity.

“Well yeah! I mean, I’ve always read about all these amazing heroes in books as a kid. So the idea of Huntsmen and Huntress are just so romantic, thrilling, cool and-!!” She fumbled her hands along with her words in the excitement of these ideas racing through her mind, “YOU KNOW?!”

The taller gentleman gave a neutral smile and nodded slightly. Which led her to another thought. “Oh! That actually reminded me of this funny story!” She started, “This one time, me and my friend Malv-” Cerise stopped herself at the mention of her late friend’s name.

Her traveling companion took notice of this.

“Hmm,” Cerise looked dejected, “actually… It’s not all that funny now that I think about it.”

“You sure?” He asked, with his tone being gentle.

“Yeah, just… forget I said anything.” Cerise looked away as her eyes teared a bit. Her older companion took notice of this and felt sympathy for her. He didn’t know much about this person she was going to speak about, but the change in mood gave him an idea that something was suspicious about it. He decided to take the reins on the situation, maybe a topic that would fit her taste.

“I got a funny story then.” He started. Cerise turned slightly to him but still held her expression away. “Well, it’s more of a joke, I suppose.”

Cerise hummed at him to carry on.

He took a breath and then delivered the line, “Who did the wizard marry?” He asked, keeping his eyes straight ahead avoiding her eye contact.

Cerise was silent.

“His longtime… Grimm-friend.” He answered, feeling how awkward it was delivered. There was a pause between them. “Wait, I think I got that wrong-”

“Pff-” Cerise held her hand to her mouth before letting out a delightful laugh. She chuckled as he looked away a bit embarrassed by the wrong delivery.

“Its… a bad joke.” He stated.

“No, no,” Cerise wiped away her tears that came from laughing now. “It was good, I liked it.” She expressed with a heartfelt truth.

Now she waved one hand to get his attention again, “Oh! Oh! I got one!” He focused on her as her mood changed for the better and decided to give her this moment. He nodded for her to carry on.

“What did the Rabbit Faunus say to the waiter?” Cerise asked him. His expression changed from interest to concern at where this joke was going. “Waiter! There’s a hare in my soup!” Cerise bursted out laughing at how dumb the punchline was.

Her male companion chuckled awkwardly at the joke, “Mm, good one-”

“OH! Here’s another,” She expressed again. “What did the old man say to the fair young maiden?”

Again, his face changed, slightly scrunching with anticipation.

Cerise rested her hands, one on top of the other against her heart. Then, fluttering her eyelashes to him, “You’re a lovely sight for these sore eyes!” Letting out another good laugh at the silly joke.

He pushed himself to chuckle with her, “Ha, ha, ahh… amusing.”

“Okay, okay, this one is really good! What did…” She continued with her list of jokes to him and laughed along at each one as he silently suffered through all of them. Doing his best to laugh at the ones she was most proud of.

This was going to be a long business trip.

[yarbz]

cowardly game of rival — n.jaemin ( f )

synopsis!

 ━ as the girl’s football team captain, you were used to the endless derogatory taunts, the wolf-whistling, the attempts at romance being boys telling you what they thought of barcelona’s starting XII. na jaemin fell into all those catergories, a detestable flea in your hair. as sworn enemies, there was not even an inkling of romance, and you were convinced that your attraction to him was ONLY physical. weren’t you?

pairing ━ na jaemin x female!reader

word count ━ 6k

genres ━ fluff, rival!au, football!au, comedy, romance, very little of the football game is described in detail.

warnings ━ profanity, football terms, dirty jokes, y/n and jaemin are literally just cowards

( author's note! )

this one came to mind when i thought of how i love female footballers and decided that jaemin would be the idiot in question to chicken out of confessing to their crush by being an ass instead. i really hope you like it !! other notes are sissoko is the name of like three different players and a cracker is slang for a really good goal.

Football.

A sport of creatively insane wits, fancy footwork and incoherent celebrations. Those were all the things you loved about it, along with the ridiculously cute uniform.

It provided you an escape from the man's world, a chance to carve out your own story, free from the shackles of stereotypes. At least, that's what you'd initially thought.

Unfortunately, the boy's football team made it their sole objective in life to demean you. As captain, you took on the strenuous task of refusing to resort to physical violence when a stupid comment about your short length was made or when boys assumed you couldn't tell your Sissoko's apart (you could, quite well actually).

You had taken it as a sign of war, and refused to comment on their pathetic sneers. You did, however, feel as if Na Jaemin made a blood pact or something to be a parasite towards you.

He stood at the cusp of six foot, towering over you like an evergreen beanstalk, cheshire-cat like smile taunting you. Chocolate colour tresses fell over his eyes in straight lines, shielding his forehead.

It's not like you paid attention to his visage, but even you had to admit in your spite that he was attractive. And horribly so.

Today started like every other, going to your locker before heading to your homeroom. Luckily, you'd managed to get there before the freshmen started to pile in. Being a senior had its positives along with its various faults, one of them being the early access you got to the school.

You jammed your key in the lock, flinging open the locker door, making quick work of exchanging your books. In your fast-paced stupor, you didn't notice the figure leaning behind the door. You slammed the door shut, nail catching an patch of skin, scraping it.

"If you wanted me to leave, you could've been less catty." The voice wheedled, throwing a withering glare in your direction. You rolled your eyes, annoyed, arms crossed across your chest.

"Jaemin." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Why are you hiding behind my locker? Are you looking for a death wish?"

He sat up slowly, soothing his reddening nose, suddenly regaining his smile as he leaned closer towards your face. "If I was looking for a death wish, I'd eat whatever food you just stuffed in there."

"Fuck off. Don't see you making any gourmet meals."

"I'm the gourmet meal." He slithered, breath fanning your nose. From this distance, you could see the wonder swimming within his eyes, breath caught in your throat.

Damn, he was too fine.

You tore your gaze from his eyes, "And yet, I don't feel inclined to taste it." He jumped back in surprise, eyes widening, giving you an opening to dash. Chuffed that you left him speechless, you walked towards your next class, resisting the urge to turn back to revel in his awe-struck face.

Jaemin's eyebrow quirked in curiosity, crooked smirk hanging from his lips. He watched you stalk away, cursing underneath his breath softly. You carried a fiery aura around you, burning him with every snarky remark — even though it beat him bruised ghastly lavenders, he could bear to play with fire if it meant you would pay him attention.

You see, Jaemin did not hate you as per say. The 'hate' which you believed in was merely his inability to profess his affections towards you. For lack of a better word, he was a coward.

A dashingly handsome one, but a fragile, chicken-legged coward all the same.

You'd made it to class in record time, ego bared boldly on your shoulders, attracting the curious eyes of your best friends Yangyang and Donghyuck. Both were terrorists in their own right, but you couldn't help loving them all the same. Sure, they came as a dreadful pair, but love had decided to shackle your heart to them.

"What's got you so happy? Jaemin finally drop dead?" Yangyang joked, shifting to make space for you. Headband strapped to the pinnacle of his forehead, he grinned at you from beneath the base of stretchy ebony material.

"No..not yet." You hummed, sad lilt to your tone.

"Awh, didn't kill him yet?" Donghyuck teased, nudging Yangyang in their laughter. "I think it must be love stopping you from committing the crime yourself." You shoved both, peals of laughter tickling your throat at their whines of pain.

"If you don't shut up, I'll be killing you two instead, never mind Jaemin." You snapped. "Love is what I feel when I score a cracker from the halfway line. Seeing Jaemin makes me want to jump out of the nearest window."

"Are you sure it's not just unresolved sexual tension? I, too get antsy when I haven't jacked off—"

"Finish that sentence and you'll have no arms."

"I'm flexible enough to suck myself off." Yangyang mused, "You'll never stop my libido."

"You're disgusting." You and Donghyuck said in sync, swatting his grabby hands from flying at your shoulders. Quite frankly, you didn't want to hear about his freakishly boneless limbs, or his untameable sex drive, nor hear anything about his genitals at all.

"Does that count as self—"

"Yes, it does. Please don't be telling people that I'm your friend, or that you can do that. It's not a little icebreaker."

Friendship with these two had crossed all sorts of personal boundaries you didn't know existed, and it was starting to decompose you, like a rotting piece of cabbage infested by slugs, yet still hanging on for the glimpse of sunlight to regenerate.

Okay, so you were being dramatic. But, that didn't explain their dire need to over share certain aspects of their lives with you.

"Doesn't change the topic at hand —Did you get my pun?" He asked, looking for Donghyuck's reaction.

"I did. Not going to comment on it before she breaks my arms. Just know I enjoyed it very much."

"If I wanted to mess around with Jaemin, I'd put my hand in a beehive. It'd sting less." You snarled, slamming down your books. They winced comically, faces alert as the teacher walked into the class.

Apart from football, you enjoyed learning — how to make things, break things, self defense, people skills, and education fell not too far from that. Classes like biology interested you greatly, which is why you found yourself fully immersed in the process of respiration.

Your mind drifted for a second, thinking back to what he'd said. Was it actually sexual tension? Did you actually bare an emotion other than loathing towards him? Then, you thought of that face and how you'd want to do nothing more than break his pretty little nose—

Yeah. There it was. You were normal after all.

School had come to her daily dreadful end, and you were happily striding into the ladies' changing rooms for football training. Nobody had gotten here yet, luckily.

You glanced over into the full body mirror, tugging at your shorts until they fell just above the bump of your knee, pulling your sock midway at your calf. Lean abs shone underneath the dim light, and you proudly paraded around the room, happy to be alone.

A knock on the door came, and you swung the door open with a feverish excitement. "Who is it?"

"Didn't take me as a bra kinda girl. Was thinking more spandex or a binder." Jaemin seethed, hands on hips, azure jersey hanging off his lithe frame.

"You're insufferable. Why are you here?" You groaned, choosing to ignore his taunt at your breast size. His eyes crinkled into upside down crescents, wandering lower to the dip of your frilly black bra.

"To see my favourite girl, of course." He whistled, eyes still glued to your unmarked expanse of skin. "I think those need a new owner." He pointed towards your chest.

"Preferably one whose face I can stand to look at."

"I'm roaring with laughter." You snarked, voice dripping with sarcasm, making no attempt to cover yourself up. Jaemin was still staring, face flushed a flaming cerise. "You gonna keep staring or are you gonna leave me alone?"

"I'm not staring. Why are you staring at me?" He shot defensively. Your eyes narrowed at him, watching his cheeks darken with every lingering stare.

"You're in the girl's changing room, drooling over two lumps of fat on the body of a girl that you hate. The real inquisition here is your lack of sensibility to stop thirsting after anything with a vagina."

Jaemin stayed silent, eyes boring holes into your full lips, tongue instinctively darting out to wet his own nimble, chapped ones. Rolling your eyes, you lead him to the door, hand clasped against the door handle.

Then, you heard loud footsteps approaching the room, incoherent rambling increasing in clarity. You began to conjure up a plan, wondering how on Earth you'd be able to kick Jaemin out without the girls knowing.

With the shouts of the team gradually getting closer, you panicked, chucking Jaemin into a locker.

"Fine, I'll leave! Lemme out!" He squirmed, trying to come out of the metal confines.

"You can't leave now, they're literally outside. Do you want to be stomped to death by Nike Mercurials?" You hissed, closing the door over, much to his protests.

"Don't wanna die with the last image being your breasts."

"If you survive this, I'll gladly provide you a new image."

He shut up at that, and you straightened, reaching for your jersey in a false calmness. The girls burst in, squeals of various greetings being thrown across the room.

You smiled gently at them, encouraging them to get changed, joining in to laugh at their jokes. The topic kept shifting from manicures to new boots before finally settling on Na Jaemin.

"Cap'n, what's going on with you and Jaemin?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes softly. "A boy on the football team told me that you guys are dating."

Dating..that devil? A sin punishable by death! You repelled all instinct to shudder in disgust, instead choosing to maintain a neutral expression.

"I am absolutely not dating Na Jaemin. He's a despicable little mongrel and I'd rather eat my shoe—"

"Mon bébé chérie, why do you curse me like this?" Jaemin squeezed from the locker, voice like a wounded puppy.

"Did you hear that? I think it was—"

"No! It's my Jaemin impression. Isn't it so good?" You spluttered, voice rising in volume. You were sure that your face was a painful beetroot, breathing crazily as you over-exerted yourself.

"Cap'n, it was so good I almost thought Jaemin was in here with us!" She gushed, hands clasped. "You guys would be so cute together. Even if you don't like him, I think he most definitely has feelings for you."

The rest of the girls joined in at this, shouts of 'you should take a chance!' resounding in the hollow room. You'd already ruled out that as a possibility, chalking it down to his uncontrollable thirst for being a pest. Na Jaemin was your rival, the utter bane of your existence, a rodent that fed on robbing your spirits dry of any positivity.

"He'll get a chance when pigs fly." You muttered, noticing their eyes staring at you inquisitively, as if they knew something you didn't. Awkwardly, you smiled at the girls, ushering them towards the door, scanning the hallway after the last one had skipped out.

Jaemin untangled himself from the locker, straightening his limbs, pulling at his calves in a stretch. You peered over your shoulder, frown deepening at him.

"Did you mean what you said?" Jaemin breathed, walking into your personal bubble. He was way too close. His breath tickled your forehead, eyes dark with something you couldn't decipher.

He felt his heart pound against his chest, resisting the urge to pick the stray hair in your eye to the side. You were looking at him with a confused expression, nose scrunched, eyebrows furrowed. You were going to be the death of him. Devastated, he broke eye contact, feeling all forms of fight seep from his bones.

"You don't like me." You whispered, wincing at the wobble in your voice. "Everyone's just saying that....right?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"No. I want you to say no."

"I can't do that."

"Well, you have to say no. I don't want to hear the rest of your sentence — keep us as just this." You softly yelled, pointing between the pair of you. "Don't change anything."

"Okay. I'll leave, but only because you want me to. But, before I go..you've gotta start being more observant." He sighed, ruffling your hair before making his way out.

"I’m plenty observant. Wouldn’t be a good player if I wasn’t.”

"I’ll see it when I believe it. Oh, and the thing you said about pigs flying..”

“What about it?”

“Renjun’s working on it.”

You laughed heartily, locking the door behind you. So, Jaemin did in fact think of you as his Aphrodite — all those nicknames were genuinely created out of affections. 'Mon bébé chérie' held a lot more emotional weight than it did twenty minutes ago, and you had to breathe before your eyes prickled with saltine tears.

Fresh air hit you like a loaded delivery truck, Mother Nature delicately wiping the tears from your eyes, shaking you with a cold flourish, roaring your cheeks to life. The team had already started their warm-up drills, as opposed to the boys' football team who were cooling down from their jog.

You ran over, tightening your ponytail, shifting into 'Captain' mode. The coach pushed you into the circle, encouraging you to take the reins. "Team, we've been doing nothing but straight work. Let's make this session count before the match tomorrow." You shouted, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline.

The team chanted back, settling into their positions for the first drill — a penalty shoot out. You stepped to the ball, striding back to gain a better angle, socks hugging your knees.

Giving yourself a five second countdown, you charged at the ball, foot pointed, kicking it with a passion that rivalled Lionel Messi. It rolled in the back of the net, flying past Hyejoo, who could barely even process it.

"Still got those fire feet, I see, Cap'n!"

"Lady Luck gave them to me for a reason." You boasted, smugness slapped all over your face.

From the corner of your eye, Jaemin snickered, winking at you when you turned to make eye contact. At least he had the audacity to keep up appearances in front of everyone, even if you had probably made everything awkward.

"My granny could kick better than that, babes!" He boomed from across the pitch, teasing smirk on his lips.

"Your granny lives in a retirement home and still calls on you 'Nana Banana'..it's not very nice to lie." You retorted, eyes narrowed, nearing his hunched form.

"Doesn't mean she can't kick your ass. Granny was a little Aguero back in the day."

"She can't if I'm the Manè, can she?"

"But I'm a Modric. I'll beat your ass, any day, any time." He grinned, leaning in to you. "In any way you want."

You heard blood pumping in your ears, your cheeks filling with immense heat. He grabbed your cheeks softly, grinning even wider when you flushed even warmer, a human sauna. Pushing a lock out of your eyes, he searched your eyes for any sense of rage, face softening at your lack of that emotion.

"Any..way..I want?" You mouthed silently, innuendo catching your attention again as you mulled over the words. "Na Jaemin, you're a dirty boy."

"I think you're the dirty girl." He hummed, saying the next sentence in an octave that made your head spin, quietly enough that only the two of you could hear. "Sauntering around in your little Victoria's Secret bra, cozying up to me without even batting an eyelash or covering up."

"These boobs are mine. I'm allowed to show them to anyone I want."

"So you admit to showing them to me? You admit that you were trying to put on a show for me?" He pressed, purposely craning his neck over you.

"I was trying to change. If you didn't come into the room like a little pervert, you'd never have gotten a visual of these."

"And yet I know how they look now. There's nothing that can erase that image."

"Fuck you, Na Jaemin."

"I think you meant to say fuck me, but I'll allow the slip-up just because I'm so nice." You squirmed under his predatory gaze, heat in your cheeks akin to a fever. "Better get back to training, Cap. Your team's got a match tomorrow."

You hissed at him weakly, choosing to walk away from his provocation, going back to the team, who were all smiling at you with a glint in their eye. By the looks on their faces, they'd definitely taken that exchange as a form of flirting.

Not that you were disputing it, of course.

The coach rounded the girls up, calling them to grab bibs. You relaxed, running over to take the last bib once you'd calmed down. Na Jaemin was a little toe-sucking, filthy mongrel who only knew how to charm his way out of everything — totally not your ideal type or anything.

His penance for being blunt coupled with that honeyed voice was what was throwing you off. Not your physical attraction to him. At least, you hoped so.

The shrill shriek of the whistle behind you shook you out of your mind, bringing your attention back to the practice game. With every shot at the goal, you could see Jaemin taunting you, making kissy faces.

After the first half, you weren't sure if it was real or if you were hallucinating — almost like a mirage, he was wearing that stupid little smirk and there was nothing more you wanted than to slap those lips clean off his face.

Soon enough, you clocked that it wasn't just an illusion, as he'd shifted to the opposite end of the pitch, the other boys from the football team watching from the stands.

They'd started jeering at every pass, exaggerating their reactions, commentary toeing the border of sexual harassment. You volleyed the ball on your foot, battering it into the stands, grinning widely as it hit one of the boys in the face, leaving his nose lopsided.

"If you're gonna be a sexist piece of shit, just fuck off. My team doesn't deserve to hear your brain-dead commentary, nor see your fuck face." You smiled, bite in your voice. "Kindly take the opinion that nobody asked for and shove it up your ass."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled with respect, breath caught in his throat at the dark look in your eyes. He felt his chest warm in adoration, heart doubling in size. "You heard the lady."

"Includes you too, Jaemin. Better get home before Granny Na starts missing her little boy."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Fuck off." You said playfully, recovering the ball. He waved you bye, lugging his bag over his shoulder, fixing the collar of his jersey. A beam touched your lips, face lighting up.

Jaemin smirked back at you, taking his leave. He dragged the remnants away with him, leaving the girl's football team alone in the cooling dwindle of Autumn light.

"Nice shorts." A tug.

"Oh? Na Jaemin complimenting me?" You mused in surprise, arms folded across your chest.

"You didn't let me finish." Jaemin whispered, standing on the sidelines of the pitch, pulling at the hem of your shorts. "Ooh, I can see your stubble. Better bring out the razor."

Your jaw tightened, feeling that rush of annoyance fill your veins again. The nerve.

"More stubble than you'll ever grow on that chin."

"At least I'm not a human Sasquatch."

"I've got hair in the right places—" You started, catching the innuendo, glaring at Jaemin's raised eyebrows. "—I know what I meant. Don't be such a dirty boy."

"Say it again. Love the way it rolls off your tongue."

You gaped at him, whole body blowing a fuse, skin reddening at his tone. Sweltering heat danced atop each fingertip, each muscle, making you jolt. His gaze was still glued to your face, relishing the quickly dilating pupils in your eyes.

"I—"

"—Would rather have you speechless after our first time, not for your championship final. When you win, I'll buy you fucking adorable ice cream with the little star sprinkles that you like."

"Going to ignore you on that first statement, but the second one sounds like a motive."

"Win the match, and I'll ask you out. Properly."

You saw his eyes flash with something passionate, flakes of gooey molasses swirling behind the irises. Before you opened your mouth to reply to him, he pleaded silently for you to just take it as it was. "Gimme a chance. Who knows you better than your enemy? Nobody."

"I mean..."

"Only you know that my grandma calls me those corny names or that I see her all the time."

"Or that you lose every game that's not football because you're too lazy to pay attention." You added.

"And I know that you broke a guy's jaw because he was bothering Yangyang." He continued. "And I also know that you know one thing I've never told anyone."

"Ooh, what's that?"

"That I like you."

You looked away from him sheepishly, goosebumps popping up on your skin, and whether it was from the cold or from his words, you didn't know. He was looking down at you tenderly, ruffling your bed of hair, pressing a small, wet kiss to your forehead as the whistle blew.

"Don't play with fire, Na."

"You're more like a carpet burn."

You sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll give you an answer when we win. If you're playing me, I'll break your arms."

"Okay. Go get 'em, Lady Luck." He smiled, waving you off as you scurried onto the pitch, face glowing under the fluorescent lights. Jaemin felt his chest tighten with pride, jaw aching from all the strenuous smiling.

With that absurdly contented face, you reminded him of a cross between a kid at a carnival and a man about to kill another. Your hair gathered wildly atop your head, a wicked glare painting your face.

This was you at peace, he deduced. Even with the gruesome of expressions, you looked calm. The pitch was truly your home away from home.

Two minutes into the second half saw you being carried off on a stretcher with a torn hamstring. You'd fallen to the grass, no sounds coming from your limp body. Jaemin swore he felt his heart plunge into his ass, and with a frantic flourish, he was coddling your head into his chest.

"Luck, don't die on me. I'm supposed to take you out for ice cream after this, and I stole Renjun's Baskin Robbins loyalty card to cut costs so if we don't go, I'll be getting beat up without having kissed your stupid face." He babbled, slapping your cheeks, scared that you'd genuinely lost your life.

You groaned, rolling slowly in the elastic. "Stop touching my face, I'll get acne." Mildly concussed, you soothed your throbbing headache, registering Jaemin's face looming over you. "Jaemin?"

"Oh, thank God. Thought I'd never see that unruly sparkle in your eyes again."

"Fuck off. My hamstring feels like a fried chicken mukbang and you're talking about my eyes."

"I can't cry before our first date. You'll think I'm a wimp."

"Already think that."

He hit your arm lightly, beaming at your focus on his face, meeting your eyes. You were glaring at him with a kissable pout on your lips, eyebrows furrowed — he wanted to pepper your face in balmy kisses.

The paramedic pushed him away, leading you to the ambulance. You flipped him off, yelling loudly as they wheeled you in, "Make sure you win! Won't forgive you if you don't."

The girl's football team had gathered around the door, all tight-lipped smiles and crumpled faces. They visibly brightened at your declaration, huddling together to recalibrate — the ref blew her whistle to call them back, summoning them back into position.

Yangyang and Donghyuck left the stands, rushing into the ambulance alongside you, closing the door behind them. Jaemin could faintly hear your loud curses, and sighed in relief, knowing that you'd be fine.

With two goals up, the team were at optimum working speed, playing loyally for your honour. Jaemin stood at the sidelines, holding your jacket in his hands as he recorded the match on his phone, wanting to send it to you later.

At 90 minutes, the girl's team had become the winner of the Division One Seoul Inter-district championship, and Jaemin was content. Not because it meant you'd go on that date with him, but because he could feel how much it meant to them.

Everyone around him was cheering madly, chanting and spraying assorted drinks in each other's faces, an infectious joy lingering in his veins. Amongst all the commotion, he'd somehow been pushed into the middle of the team, feeling their gazes boring into his frame.

"You like Cap'n, right?" The brunette said, eyes bright.

"No. I don't like her. She's my rival." Jaemin lied pathetically, trying to escape their judgement.

"Why were you in the locker room then?"

"Damn. How do you know that?"

"Cap'n is horrible at lying, so she's always upfront. She also cannot do an impression so she never attempts it."

"Wow, you guys sure know your stuff. Bet she's glad to have a team like you. I know I'm feeling a little jealous."

"Cut the smooth talk. If you like Cap'n, just be straightforward. She's more innocent than she seems, and can get her heart broken easily."

"Got it." He nodded, "Well...ladies, I have to thank you for the advice."

"No problem, but if you break her heart.." They chorused, "We'll break that pretty little nose." Fifteen studded feet swung at his face, narrowly skimming the bridge of his nose.

He flinched, caught off guard, grin bared. "Now, I definitely got that message. I'll be going to check up on her, what do you want me to say?"

"We've already called her and shown her the trophy, so we have nothing left to say, you, however...take all the time you need."

"Since I have your blessing, am I allowed to—"

"Don't finish that sentence. Keep in your lane."

Jaemin promptly closed his mouth, and bid them a goodbye, dashing into his car towards the hospital, stopping at Baskin Robbins to buy the ice cream he promised. He hoped you’d at least be able to eat the sprinkles (the ones you liked were expensive, and if you didn’t eat them, he’d just wasted an extra 2,500 won.)

In the hospital, you were now dressed in a medical gown, surrounded by the two idiots. It smelt like an experiment lab, and the spotless shades of ivory splashed on the walls made you feel a tad bit overwhelmed.

Your leg had already undergone the MRSI scan, and the nurses had told you that you’d definitely tore your hamstring, but surgery would fix it right up along with natural healing.

Of course, all those details lacked in comparison to your team finally winning the trophy you’d worked so hard towards — that excitement numbed the pain considerably.

“We thought you’d somehow died.” Yangyang confessed, grasping your hands in his clammy ones.

“You did.” Donghyuck sneered, pointing at him, continuing when he saw your face change in confusion. “Yang was convinced that you were invincible like Superman or something. He started blubbering about how you could definitely defeat the grim reaper in close contact and that should be enough to steal back your soul or whatever—”

“I’m just never going to ask questions again.”

“Jaemin was on the verge of a breakdown when he saw you fall. Never have I ever seen him run so fast towards a girl.” Donghyuck said, hand on chin in mock thought.

You blushed, remembering your promise about the ice cream and falling back into the bed in distress.

“What’s going on with you? I saw you two all friendly at the sidelines.” Yangyang murmured, eyes squinting in judgement. “Don’t tell me...you guys fucked before the game?”

Suddenly it was too hot in the room. You fanned yourself to cool down, slapping your own cheeks before pulling Yangyang’s ears. “Yeah, because I have the guts to just have my first time in a school setting.” You deadpanned.

“Naughty girl.” Both boys swooned, unable to note your sarcasm.

“Just because my leg is gone doesn’t mean I can’t harm you anymore. I’ll break your kneecaps.”

In the midst of your fight with your best friends, you spotted Jaemin opening the door, wearing that greasy smirk that made butterflies tickle your throat.

“I see a broken leg isn’t enough to stop you, is it?” Jaemin drawled from the door, hands behind his back. “Still threatening people?”

“It’s not threatening if they deserve it.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. Jaemin maintained his distance from you, arm outstretched, ice cream tub in hand. He was looking away from you, faint blush tinting his cheeks, lips squeezed in a puffy ‘o’.

“Not that I remembered or anything, but you did say something about liking these sprinkles.” He said, eyes darting around to focus on anything but you.

“I do...like these sprinkles..how did you know?”

“Everyone calls you star, and you’re cute. It’s your personality in an edible sugar shape.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, forgetting both Donghyuck and Yangyang were seated in the room. It felt like the two of you were just stuck in your own world, glaring at each other like a pair of lovers.

Unfortunately, that moment was cut short by your ungracious best friends, cooing annoyingly. They were squealing like little girls, incomprehensible screams of ‘our girl’s grown up!’ scraping your eardrums.

“Leave me alone!” You whined, face scrunched in discomfort, making futile attempts to push them away. “Jaemin...please get these two off me.”

“Asking your boyfriend to get rid of us? Already?” Yangyang hollered, one of Jaemin’s arms stopping him from jumping on you again.

“He’s not my boyfriend. As of now, he’s the only sensible one who isn’t mauling the girl with a broken leg, and that’s why I’m asking him for help.”

“Should I throw them out?”

“Yes —actually, do whatever. Let them go terrorise someone that isn’t me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

On that, Jaemin escorted both boys outside, shutting the door on them, cutting off the beginning to their long-winded rant with a smile. That left the two of you alone.

Oddly enough, the silence wasn’t stifling but rather a conversation of the mind — you were able to see what he wanted to say by looking into those mocha coloured eyes. You threw the ice cream tub in the bin, reaching for Jaemin’s hands shyly.

He’d sat down beside you on the bed, just staring at you like you were an abstract painting, a mosaic of a splendid array, unable to take his eyes off you. He took your hand warmly, running his fingers over your calloused knuckles, sharing his heat with you.

“Jaemin.” You yawned, head falling onto his shoulder. “I’m saying yes to your date. If I didn’t get injured, you could’ve taken me out today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Being with you is enough for me, even if I do want to comment on your horrible tackles during the match.” Jaemin teased, grabbing your hand a little tighter.

“Haha...I’m dying of laughter.”

“Hey! None of that here.”

“Sorry. I’m just happy. My team won our first championship, which we’ve been trying to do for three years, and I feel on top of the world. All those years of boys being absolute dickheads to us about our abilities, trying to put us down have amounted to this moment. I’m at peace right now.”

“Don’t apologise. I should be sorry instead. It was easier to talk to you if I pretended I hated you. I shouldn’t have been like that.”

“I accept your apology. But..I think it was cute you couldn’t tell me you liked me! That’s so endearing.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s my line! Well, you were always attractive to me, even when you were being a dickhead. Now that I think about it, you’re at your hottest when you’re being mean.”

“Is that so?” Jaemin mused, rolling onto his hands, dangling over you, lips eerily close to your own. “Do you want me to treat you mean, keep you keen?”

“Firstly, don’t ever say that again.” You stopped him, hand placed on his chest to push him away lightly. “Secondly, I’ve never had a boyfriend or my first kiss. That means no experience.” You slurred that last part, rushing the words so he wouldn’t be able to hear.

“Cap’n, you’re telling me that I’ll be your first?”

“Not if you don’t ask me out.”

Jaemin sat back beside you, looking up to the ceiling. This was the moment. He took a deep breath, standing up before you, hands rubbing his stomach softly to calm down.

“I wanted to do a real dramatic confession, but I rushed over here in fear that you wouldn’t be able to hit me again, so I’ll have to stick with my speech.” He cheesed, trying to ease himself of his nerves. You laughed, hissing in mock anger when he wore that stupid grin. “I like you. Like a lot. Sometimes, I come to school with a dirty scowl on my face, but then I see your face and start smiling like a love struck fool. You’re someone that I wouldn’t want to lose.”

“Jaemin, you little mongrel. Come here.” You waved him over, arms outstretched in a hug. “Even though I know your ego won’t let you ask me out properly, I would love to be your girlfriend. However, if my heart is broken..I’ll be stoning your car.”

“Thought you were gonna say that you’d break my face.”

“That too.”

He snuggled closer into you, peering up at you with shining eyes, not wanting to move too much to keep you comfortable. You grinned back at him, placing a soft kiss on his head, running a hand through his hair.

That familiar silence returned, and that’s how you fell asleep with Na Jaemin enveloped in your chest. Although you’d broken a leg, Lady Luck seemed to have twiddled her fingers to send you a ‘get well soon’ present, the ever cunning Na Jaemin.

Five months later had you no longer hobbling around on crutches like a hobbit, but walking proud and tall. Jaemin drove you to school (using the excuse of carpooling) and helped you take your books to first period everyday — the alpha male in him winced seeing you attempt any ‘heavy lifting’, and he’d made it a routine.

“Can you fuck off? I can carry this.” You complained, pinching his side. “Just because I see a physio biweekly doesn’t mean I’m about as able-bodied as a monkey.”

“Got the hair to be a monkey.” He snorted.

“Look who’s talking, Mr.Sasquatch. Bigger feet than his prints, you little scoundrel.”

“Big feet means big—”

“Don’t finish that if you wanna keep the body part in question.”

“—heart. Dirty girl.”

You felt the honey pooling in your stomach, kissing his cheek in haste to escape his relentless teasing. He shut up at that, pulling you back to kiss you properly, attracting the attention of everyone in the hallway.

“Get to class.” He announced as he parted from you, enjoying your petulant face. You hit him softly, flipping him off from behind you, blowing him a kiss.

Ah, Na Jaemin. You still hated him. Just a little less this time.

[sylvie-writes]

Jersey #18

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (ft. Bucky, Sam, Nat, and Wanda) 

request: I know your requests are closed but I had an idea for a Steve Rogers au where he is in high school and his best friends bucky and Sam are trying to set him up with their girlfriends friend? It would be post serum Steve but like he never had the serum (like puberty was just very kind to him, not that he isn’t everything and more without the serum, just wouldn’t make sense for him to be a football star as pre serum Steve ya know?) and reader is a cheerleader but is also shy. Anywho the day of the homecoming game cheerleaders have to wear a football boys jersey and Nat wears Buckys because they’re obvi in love, Wanda wears Sams, and reader wears Steve’s and when they win the game she runs onto the field and hugs Steve and tells him she’s proud of him and they go to the dance together and they end up dancing to the song Rumor by Lee Brice? And end up admitting they have feeling for each other? ❤️❤️😭 if you could make this happen I would be ECSTATIC

a/n: Thank you for being patient with me. It took me longer to write this because I wanted it to be good. I’m trying to get my shit together at the moment lol. Hopefully you enjoy this because I loved the idea! 

*I chose the number eighteen because Steve was born 1918 and I didn’t know of any other numbers that corresponded with him haha!

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders once the bell rang, freeing you and your classmates from your last bell class. All week long you had tried to rush the hours, longingly waiting for Friday to arrive as that was the day of the homecoming game. The minute the school bell rang, you threw your backpack on one shoulder, practically running out with your textbooks in hand.

As you lightly jogged down the hallway, you could spot Natasha’s cerise locks of hair vividly flying around as she animatedly spoke with Wanda, the two of them most likely awaiting your presence.

The walk from your last class to the lockers was like trekking from Timbuktu and back. Eventually, the familiar tone of Wanda sassing Natasha filled your ears and you giggled, hearing her tell the redhead as it is.

“Now now, ladies.”

You slowly twisted your dial lock, putting in the combination and then opening the creaky metal door to set down your textbooks. Nat leaned up against the locked to your right, Wanda to your left.

“For once, we weren’t actually arguing, (y/n/n)! We were talking about the homecoming game.”

Turning from your locker to face the woman, you raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, we were thinking about wearing the boys’ jerseys for tonight’s game.”

You smiled, happy for them both, not fully understanding their words. Continuing to listen, you faced your locker once more, going to round up the things for this weekend. In your hand, you held your planner, looking over all of the upcoming assignments and strategically picking which ones to accomplish this weekend.

A sound of feet shuffling sounded louder and louder in the hallway, getting closer to you and the girls. You heard the sounds stop, and a voice replaced the noise.

“Hey babydoll, we got the things you asked for.”

Curious, you turned to your right to see Bucky with his arms wrapped around Natasha’s waist as his lips were glued to behind her ear. Your friend tried to function somewhat normally as her boyfriend continued to shower her in affection.

“This is for you.”

Turning once more, you now saw Sam handing Wanda a jersey as she sheepishly smiled, listening to the man drop some cheesy pick up lines. You looked to your left and right, smiling at your friends' happiness. Suddenly you felt a hand caressing your shoulder, causing you to turn towards the one direction you hadn’t. Behind.

The tall and sweet blonde man you had dreamed about since middle school kindly smiled at you, a jersey in his large hands. Your eyes went wide as you realized the girls had managed to rope you into this too.

“Hi to you too, (y/n).”

Steve chuckled and you then registered that he must’ve seen your startled expression. Feeling a bit awkward, you laughed with the man, shaking off the embarrassment.

“Hi Steve, is that for me I assume?”

The tables had now turned and Steve had been staring at you for a few seconds so far, a bright smile on his face, words struggling to leave his mouth. You giggled at his sweet little mistake.

“Oh! Uh yes!”

His face shuffled through three shades of vermilion, his cheeks most likely toasty as his blushed ears said so. Steve’s lips contorted into that million dollar smile, pearly whites twinkling at you. Unfolding the jersey, Steve brought the shoulders of the jersey to your own, letting the shirt drape over your chest. “Looks great, babe!”

You bit your bottom lip at his playfulness, lightly slapping his chest.

“Oh hush, Rogers.”

The two of you were in your own little world, as your friends watched upon your interaction, unbeknownst to you both.

“I hate to break this up, but we have to get to practice, punk. Gotta be in tip top shape, ya know?”

Bucky quickly kissed Nat goodbye, Sam doing the same with Wanda, leaving you and Steve to awkwardly wave at each other. Once the boys had left, your two best friends hounded you like detectives, not allowing you to leave until you answered each and every question. It was no secret that you harbored feelings for Steve, and vice versa, yet both of you were too petrified to make the first move. Honestly, you felt somewhat insecure, as the girls who wanted to date Steve made up a queue line longer than the Great Wall of China. There were so many options, and he chose you? Apparently it made sense to everyone else except for yourself.

‘Lovey-dovey’ feelings aside, Steve was a great guy, who you considered one of your close friends. Since middle school, you had known Nat, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, and Steve. You six had always been close, and sports brought you all even closer. First, Bucky and Nat got together, then Sam and Wanda, now the four have spent the past year trying to set you and Steve up, which you do kind of enjoy, but of course you don’t let them know that.

When you had finally satiated Wanda and Nat’s dying need to know every detail of your five minute interaction with Steve, you three went to go find the rest of the team and work on some cheers. Time ticked on and soon four hours became three...two...one.

With an hour until the game began, Natasha, who was cheer captain, frantically ran around, checking up on the team members as you all added finishing touches to your makeup and hair. You sat in front of the vanity, carefully watching Nat getting chastised by Wanda. Her hands hastily flew as she talked, probably scolding Natasha for worrying about everyone else and not even being ready herself. Time was ticking away, so you and Wanda helped the woman get ready. When finished the three of you looked into the mirror to see your reflections smiling back, large jerseys half-tucked into your cheer skorts.

Needless to say, the first three quarters of the game were intense leaving not only you, but the audience on edge. A few offenses left you grimacing, but the boys picked themselves up and kept going. For a majority of the game, you and the girls stayed on the sidelines, expertly performing cheers that were prepared by Natasha. At halftime, you all came onto the field and executed more advanced tricks and such.

Now here you all were, last quarter of the game. So far, your school only needed one more winning play to win the game and keep the team’s winning streak. You gripped your pom poms tightly as you watched Steve briskly run down the field, football tucked in his arm, making your heart race increase a bit. It was then that you realized that you have really cared for Steve as you were constantly worrying about him out on the field.

Too busy daydreaming, you hadn’t even noticed that the game had ended until the crowd started cheering. Immediately, you saw the guys standing in the field waving at the sea of screaming people who excitedly waved their foam fingers and signs. Football was a huge thing in your town, especially with your high school having been the reigning champs.

You looked to your side to notice Natasha and Wanda missing and now running towards the guys. With confidence, you dropped your pom poms and ran towards them all. Steve caught sight of you and with a bright smile, held out his arms. Catching your figure, he laughed and spun you around.

Steve set you down, but not letting go and still in fact holding you close to him. He continued to smile down on you while you gazed up at him.

“Congratulations, Cap.”

You teasingly called the man by his nickname, gently running your fingers through his sweaty helmet hair as a few strands had fallen forward.

Cheeky grin, the man replied, “Well thank you. Couldn’t have done it without you and your girls.”

You gave the man a tight hug and he chuckled.

“Hey, I was thinking that maybe if you were free, would you like to go with me to homecoming dance tomorrow?”

He looked ready to apologize for what he thought was being forward when you happily smiled at him.

“I’d be honored. See you at seven, Steve Rogers.” Giving the man a quick kiss on the cheek, you ran back across the field with the girls who were leaving.

Exactly seven o’clock on the dot you heard a loud knock on the front door. Running down the stairs, sparkly stiletto heels in hand. Last night when you had told Nat and Wanda that Steve asked you to homecoming, they practically threw you into the car and drove to the mall as if all of the dresses might disappear overnight. The three of you decided on a red high low dress, one of Steve’s favorite colors which you had learned from Bucky. Next, Wanda picked out said stilettos and you were ready for homecoming dance. That night you were so excited that you could barely sleep, and now the time had finally come.

Containing your excited squeals, you threw open the door to see Steve with his jaw dropped as he shamelessly eyed you over.

“(y/n), you look absolutely stunning. Not that you don’t always but-”

Before the man could stumble over his words anymore, you placed a soft finger against his lips, shushing him. Steve hurriedly nodded and mumbled out a “yes ma'am,” then holding out an arm for you to link onto.

Time passed quicker than before as you and Steve talked a mile a minute in the car. Before you knew it, you and Steve had arrived at the venue and you could already see Nat and Bucky along with Wanda and Sam as they all looked absolutely picture perfect.

Once Steve helped you out of the car, he again offered an arm that you gladly took. Snuggling into his side a bit, you felt so comfortable with Steve and it was honestly the best feeling in the world.

The six of you spent some time tasting the fancy horderves and of course used the photo props provided. It was something that would make an amazing memory for the future.

Eventually, the lights started to go dim and some soft notes came through the speakers. Nat and Bucky had already left for the dance floor with Sam and Wanda trailing behind.

Steve jokingly wiggled his raised eyebrow, holding a hand out for you. “Madam?”

Placing your much smaller hand in his, the man pulled you close and onto the dance floor.

There's a rumor going 'round, ha, about me and you Stirring up our little town the last week or two Oh, tell me why we even trying to deny this feeling I feel it and you feel it too

Steve’s hand supported your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, relishing in this first dance with the man. You laid your head on his shoulder, and with a smile and closed eyes, followed his slow swaying.

The song continued to echo in the room and it neared to an end quicker than you had imagined.

There's a rumor going 'round, and 'round, and 'round What d'you say we make it Make it true What d'you say we make it true, yeah?

Just as the song came to the final verse, you lifted your head from Steve’s chest. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your head prompting you to look up at him. With your eyes, the two of you silently asked for permission from the other. Slowly, you leaned into Steve’s lips as he pushed back gently. Both you and Steve were in your own little blissful world, ignoring your friends’ whistling and clapping. You heard a bit of their commotion and giggled against Steve’s lips. His lips turned into a smile and the two of you kissed once more, this time smiling like lovesick idiots.

10 years later

You were sitting on the arm of the sofa, Steve’s broad arm safely wrapped around your waist. Looking across, you smiled while listening to Sam and Wanda tell their own rendition of homecoming night. As they finished, you looked down to the floor where Nat and Bucky were sitting, then disputing your other friends’ version and telling their own. Steve chuckled and waved a hand, “You guys did not set (y/n) and I up,” your husband rolled his eyes in faux annoyance.

Steve then looked up to you and tenderly squeezed your side, “We did that all on our own. Right, honey?”

You nodded and placed a peck on his lips. Suddenly a high pitched squeal sounded and you looked back down to the floor seeing your daughter pointing to the picture of you and Steve kissing on the dance floor.

Tonight was the anniversary of your homecoming and you and Steve thought it would be fun to have your friends over to remember the night. Over the years, Nat and Bucky, and Wanda and Sam have stayed in touch, and quite frankly, they have become your family. Your daughter was currently flipping through the album from your homecoming night. Peering over her shoulder were two kids, Wanda and Sam’s son, and Bucky and Nat’s daughter. The three of them giggled and babbled amongst themselves. Bucky scooted closer to the kids, telling them about each picture they pointed to. You blissfully sighed, a small smile on your lips as you looked over your family. Steve noticed your loving gaze and ran his thumb along your side.

“We did it, babe.”

Taking his face in your hand, you kissed his forehead.

“We really did.”

a/n: I apologize for any mistakes, I may have been too lazy to proofread heh heh...

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[rwby-necro-au-archive]

The difference between independency and isolation

Of course she had to show up. She always showed up when he was happy, just to ruin it all and make him feel like the scum of the earth. All with that fucking smile on her face. It always got to him, and she knew it.

Qrow swung the shadowy blade of his equally shadow-like scythe into another tree. Why could she just leave him alone? He couldn’t help but think about the comment the noirette said to him before she left, “How pathetic. You need someone else to save your ass because you can’t even do it yourself. You’re weak. And you’re too dependent on others.”

He wasn’t going to stay dependent, Raven had a point for once. And so he was going to change that, it’s true that he had been relying on Oz ever since they got together, and it was insulting to do that to him. Ozpin was a person too, a busy one at that, and he could always stop what he was doing to take care of Qrow. So she was right, he did need to grow up a little and get some independency.

Hence why he was out here in the forest fighting grimm and hitting trees, in order to have independency, he needed to get better at defending himself. As it stands, he was the weakest out of the 3 of them. Glynda kicked his ass on a regular basis, and Oz? Qrow was never a challenge or even a real fight against him. He was sick of being weak.

He swung the scythe into the tree one last time before it came crashing down onto the cerise forest floor in the opposite direction to his own.

“Impressive, that only took 3 hits from you.” Qrow jolted at the sudden, but familiar, accented voice.

Great.

Ozpin was here.

Qrow grimaced, back turned to the other “I thought I said I wanted to be alone.” “I guess you could say that I figured out why you’re out here.” God, sometimes he hated how Oz spoke.

He couldn’t tell if he was happy, concerned, or pissed at him. At this point he was expecting anger.

And at this point, he really didn’t want to be having this conversation.

Qrow scoffed as he looked for another tree to hit, “Oh yeah? And what would that be?” Emphasizing his words as he struck into the trunk and bark of another innocent tree. “…You want to be stronger, I understand that. But you’re irritated that I have refused to train with you.” He spoke quietly “That irritation went away when that tree fell” Qrow commented as he pointed at the former tree. “It’s for the better I don’t train with you.”

“And how’s that?” He could practically hear the eyebrow raise. Fuck he hated how well he knew Ozpin sometimes, just to know small things like that made things difficult. Qrow swallowed down a smartass comment and responded “Independency. You, are a busy man, and you don’t have time to constantly be cleaning up after my messes and mistakes. To constantly be taking care of me.”

He attempted to swing into the poor tree again but his arm was grabbed. Ow, that’s right, he’s injured, he almost forgot about the fact that the grimm had given him a new set of possible scars from the fight he had what seemed to be hours ago. Finally, for the first time throughout their conversation, he looked at Ozpin.

He didn’t look angry. He looked……sad? Concerned? Whatever the hell it was, it sure wasn’t anger. Qrow felt a pang of guilt shoot through him at Oz’s expression. He was feeling that way because of him.

Ozpin stared at him for a moment before speaking in his ever so iconic atlesian accent, “When did I ever say that? When did I ever tell you that I didn’t have time for you, that I didn’t want to take care of you? And where is this “independency” thing coming from? Qrow, you are already independent. You took care of yourself when you lived with your biological family, you looked out for yourself in prison, you did your best to make sure you got what you needed as a young adult, you fight alone, and you live alone. How much more independency do you think you need?”

Qrow thought for a moment before answered Oz’s final question, “I need the independency to not rely on those that I care about” he mumbled.

“No. You are not relying on me. Relying is what Oscar is doing, needing me to get him food, clothes, and a shelter, because he is not capable of doing that himself. You are capable of doing that yourself and you have.”

“This isn’t independency. This is isolation. And you know just as well as I do, that I know my fair share of isolation.” Ozpin spoke quietly, almost as if to not scare or anger Qrow anymore than he already was. Qrow didn’t even have the heart or nerve to respond, he always could never see the different between the two. The two were different words for the same thing in his mind. But he was too exhausted to argue, and it seemed the physical toll of what he did today was quickly catching up with him, as he couldn’t even keep the physical form of his scythe. It had faded away minutes ago.

Qrow once again avoided eye contact with Oz, which seemed to only worry the taller man even more. Ozpin very gently picked Qrow up, Qrow, being too tired to even be surprised at the action. “Let’s get you home and patched up, love.”

Qrow sat on the onyx colored velvet couch, taking note of how pricy it might’ve been due to the quality of the material. He also took note of Ozpin’s hands and the feeling of medication and bandages against his body. They had arrived about an hour ago at the Pine home, although the bubbly orange specter that was normally floating around was nowhere to be seen.

Qrow vaguely remembered his partner mentioning something about Glynda babysitting him, but had been too focused on Oz’s hands to hear the details. He always had a thing for Oz’s hands, how could you not? It was one of his most defining characteristics if you had a close relationship with him.

But it was less what they looked like, although they looked incredibly stunning, and more what they felt like. They were massive, similarly to Oz’s size, but they were gentle, rough but soft. They were well worn from years of being in undesirable situations and hard work. It always fascinated Qrow that he could hold something as fragile as a glass vase with such precision and care but also use something with such weight and force like long memory.

He could probably stare at him doing anything with his hands for hours if Oz would let him. But here he was, sitting on a velvet couch, with his back being carefully and meticulously patched up.

Luckily this was it before he could finally lay down and relax a little, he had plenty of time beforehand to admire Ozpin as his arms, legs, and face were patched up. Although his face was probably the hardest for Qrow due to how close Ozpin was to him at that point. It seemed easy for Ozpin though, he was too focused to notice Qrow’s expression or face heating up.

A voice shot through his thoughts “There we are, all finished love.” Qrow turned around and saw Ozpin smile. “Now then, I will be right back love, I am going to go change and grab us some blankets and a pillow.” He spoke before he gracefully left the room. Qrow rubbed the bridge of his nose, out of physical exhaustion, and emotional exhaustion.

God what a day. And fucking hell he was smitten with Ozpin. It’s a good thing they’re dating. Qrow carefully laid down on the velvet couch and thought about the events of the day, yeah, it had been a shitty day. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep before I could even give you something comfortable to lay on.” Ozpin huffed, heh, Qrow could hear the hands on his hips in that comment. He chuckled before opening an eye, low and behold, he did have a hand on his hip.

“Nah, just waiting.” Qrow smiled tiredly, “You gonna give me a pillow and a blanket so I can sleep? Or are ya just gonna stand there?” Ozpin tapped a finger to his chin and feigned thoughtfulness, “Actually, I had a better idea. Although you’ll have to sit up little bird.”, Qrow groaned at the command, he was already sore, c’mon “Fiiiiiine.” “Oh hush, you won’t be complaining when I show you what it is I’m talking about.” Ozpin shot back as he sat cross legged on the couch.

He placed the pillow he had grabbed in his lap and guided Qrow into laying down “So?” “You already know the answer smartass.” “I like it better when you say it.” “Fine, yes, this is better.” “Good!”

They sat there for a moment, silent. Qrow had closed his eyes and was already partially asleep when he heard Ozpin start singing a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Oz, who peered back at him with golden eyes.

Wait.

Golden eyes?

“Ah…..sorry love, I didn’t—“ Ozpin began to stutter out an apology before Qrow cut him off “I didn’t say stop, I just looked at you. Also, are you staring at me?” He mumbled the last part.

“….yes.” Ozpin mumbled back, “just how much do you love me?” He questioned, Ozpin raised an eyebrow “Why ask love?”. Right, Oz never really knew when his eyes changed colors. “Your eyes are gold right now…”

The revelation made Ozpin’s face heat up “O-oh… well, I love you more than enough if my eyes are doing that.” He laughed. Qrow thought for a moment as he stared at Oz, Ozpin tilted his head curiously, “What are you thinking about love?” Qrow shrugged “just about the fact that I know how much you love me, but you don’t know how much I love you. Sorta wish my eyes did the same.”

“Well, I am sure you love me just as much if not more.” Ozpin leaned down and kissed the others forehead. Ozpin proceeded to start singing gently again, to which Qrow closed his eyes at. Eventually, Qrow had been lulled to sleep and was snoring gently.

Ozpin himself was growing sleepy at the sight, but looking down at the shorter man with admiration and concern. He sighed gently to himself.

“What am I going to do with you love?”