#yes I wrote 1k about her why are you asking?

[modanisgf]

003. IT’S OVER FOR HANNI (HALF WRITTEN)

WC: >1k

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hanni finally arrived at her work’s building, minji dropping her off minutes later wishing her luck.

“don’t get fired!” minji called out to hanni, making the latter groan.

why did everyone think she was getting fired?

hanni texted her manager that she had made it, and very quickly someone came down to open the door for her. the staff guided her to the meeting room, and when the door opened hanni’s heart dropped.

practically half of her companies big names were there, all of them sitting with a smile on their face. hanni fought back the urge to step out the room and never come back, but she knew better taking a seat next to her manager the only one not smiling.

“hanni, i swear i didn’t know all these people were going to be here.” he whispers to her, hanni sighing.

“it’s okay, hopefully it’ll be over soon.” hanni replies quietly, her manager nodding.

the meeting started soon after hanni took her seat, the ceo clearing his throat.

“so we have all gathered here to speak about the recent rumors that have sparked about our artist hanni.” he says, clicking through a slideshow behind him.

all hanni could think was, ‘was this really necessary?’ as the ceo clicked through explaining his thoughts on what they should do to divert attention away from hanni. once he finished, he got on to questioning hanni.

“hanni, what exactly is this album that got leaked? was it in your personal files?” the ceo asked, the question making hanni annoyed.

she knew he was going to ask her to release it at some point, all he wanted was money.

“yeah, and it was for a reason.” hanni states simply, ignoring the glare she got from the ceo.

“didn’t you want to release it for that actor girl?” he questions further.

“sir, we went over this that tweet wasn’t hanni—“ hanni’s manager spoke up getting cut off by the ceo.

“i don’t care the damage is already done, the world thinks shes releasing it fully sometime next week now.” the ceo says.

“i’m not sure you’re following sir, that album has been in the vault since before i even started professionally making music for a very important reason.” hanni says.

“and what’s the reason?”

hanni wished she didn’t have to explain, it was really none of his business but she valued her job.

“it’s about someone dear to me.”

“is it that girl you reblogged?”

hanni took a long sigh, she knew she wasn’t getting out of this.

“is it really this important?” hanni asks.

“yes, because i have an offer for you.” he says.

“since the internet already thinks you two have something going on, i can contact her company and make a compromise to get the attention off your leaked music until we are in a good spot to release.” he continues.

“what compromise? also i told you i don’t want to release that—“ hanni says.

“i’m aware but people are going to profit off of it soon, and we don’t need that right now. but anyways, the compromise is something along the lines of fake dating. the internet will move on quickly especially after they saw that first interaction.” he says.

“are you sure this is good for hanni sir? what if she actually has feelings for this girl?” hanni’s manager asks, it was already pretty obvious hanni did considering the lyrics she wrote about her.

“it’ll be fine, i’m sure it will work out in the end.” the ceo states simply.

“but i have to get on with my day now, i will contact y/n’s staff as soon as possible. but before i end this, hanni,” the ceo starts.

“don’t get yourself into more trouble alright?”

“i won’t.”

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a/n: not proofread srry my head hurts so bad

[finelinevogue]

hiii! not sure if you’re open to requests, but could you do one maybe about y/n being one of the background singers for matilda and she gets really emotional during singing it! (harry wrote it about her)

just a lil blurb for you<3 thank you for the inspo xox

word count: -1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x backupsinger!eader

“And let’s give it up for our wonderful ladies tonight!” Harry shouts into his microphone, leaving the crowd of Coventry to scream back at him.

“We have, Elin.” Harry announces and Elin waves excitedly.

“As, always and forever, we have Sarah Jones.” The crowd goes crazy for Sarah. “A name so good you have to say both first and last name.”

Harry turns to face the audience and notices a fan trying to get his attention more than the others. He pulls out his ear piece so he can hear better.

“Sorry?” He politely asks her to repeat.

He focuses his attention on the fan at the barricade.

“Oh your name is also two-name worthy. What is it? Annie? No.. Amy? Yes, Amy..? Amy Styles? Ah you’re funny, you.” He smiles as he sees what the fan is trying to do here.

“No it actually is!” The fan shouts back and holds up her driving license for Harry to see.

Harry kneels down and his jacket widens open and fans scream as they see more of his chest, whilst the fans behind get a great view if his bum.

He looks at the driving license before laughing into the microphone. The crowd cheers at the tiny noise.

“Are…” Harry stops to laugh again, “Are you part of my long lost family or summat?” He asks and the fan nods her head desperately. “Wow. Never knew there was more of us out there.”

He hands the driving license back to the fan before standing back up again. It’s clear that Harry is thinking about saying something, because he stares at you, next to him on stage, with wonder.

“She’s got my last name before you do, Y/N.” He says into his microphone and the crowd goes completely wild.

You shake your head at him for being so chaotic onstage. You and Harry like to keep your relationship as private as possible, which is difficult when he’s a global superstar and you’re one of his backup singers.

It’s little things like calling each other by your proper names in public, but behind closed doors you only call pet names to one another. Or, you won’t kiss on stage because that’s too PDA for you both, but behind closed it’s exactly the opposite. Sometimes Harry’s lips will be sore when he sings from how intensely he kisses you.

“Soon though, soon.” He says to you, not into the microphone but close enough so the crowd hears.

You hold up your pinky finger and nod your head in agreement.

“I haven’t introduced her yet, but you all love her so let’s have your cheers for Y/N!” Harry shouts into his microphone and the crowd go the craziest for you.

Harry then introduces that he’s going to sing Matilda and gives reasons why it’s so important to him, before the little guitar riff for the song starts playing from Mitch.

The crowd goes still as they anticipate one of Harry’s slower songs. When the words come in, the crowd start singing in a tone that is just so peaceful and lulling.

A few fans wave to you and you wave back, allowing them to have a little scream at the notion. You laugh and catch Harry smiling at the interaction.

You don’t start singing until the chorus, but when you do the same fans hype you up.

The love from the fans is so overwhelming that you start to form tears in your eyes.

It gets even more overwhelming when a red heart balloon is lifted into the air, from the crowd, during the bridge.

You have to take a step back to clear your throat, before continuing to sing, blinking back the tears in your eyes too.

You don’t expect it, but Harry reaches over and cups his hand with yours, giving you a tight squeeze in the process. You smile as you sing, looking over slightly to catch Harry watching you with awe.

The interaction between you two goes viral and becomes the trending topic for weeks to come.

When the song is over, you immediately pull Harry into you and he hugs you back just as tight. The crowd cheers not only for the beautiful song, but also for the interaction between you and Harry.

“I love you.” You tell Harry.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Impossible.”

[tsukimefuku]

wardrobe malfunction ❖ nanami kento

summary: your cursed technique isn't exactly clothing-friendly, and when you find yourself in a less than ideal situation, you only had one person you could ask for help.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, cursing, kind of suggestive but not exactly (?), second hand embarrassment is real, this is just pure crack to be honest, is reader lucky or unlucky? i fret, for i do not know, this is barely proofread because i wrote this absolute nonsense on a complete whim, i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it.

wc: 1k

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

You had just finished blowing up a grade 2 curse that lunged at you full-speed. Your chest heaved up and down with tiny droplets of sweat coming down, as you panted inside the abandoned apartment complex. For a while, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made it hard to assess your state, but then, as you began decelerating and looked at your body, you realized something.

“Oh, no. Not again.” 

Considering your innate cursed technique involved casting small bombs of cursed energy, they could blow up through many things, and when you didn’t manage to distance yourself from them before the impact… Well, safe to say that some things were bound to happen.

You pulled your phone ready to call… someone. Anyone, really. But the ancient piece of technology that you failed to replace in these past few weeks wouldn’t let you access your contacts list, providing you solely with your three last dialed numbers — Gojo, Yaga and Nanami.

Your fucking phone. Your damn, fucking phone.

Just thinking about this had you beyond mortified, but it was either this, or never leaving the building again. So you took a deep breath before pressing dial.

***

Nanami found Shoko to take care of some minor injuries on his arm, and as she was finished, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, and saw your name flashing on the screen.

As he answered, you stuttered for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak.

“So, Nanami, I need, uh, some assistance.” 

He found that to be odd, considering you knew he was on another mission today, and this was a solo endeavor for you.

“Has something happened?”

“So, you know how my technique works, right?”

That question had the sorcerer feeling somewhat puzzled, given he had seen you use it — and explain it — multiple times already.

“Of course, we've been on missions together, and you have explained it to me more than once.”

You sighed before proceeding. “So, here's the thing, I kind of blew myself up.” 

That quickly got his attention and he tensed up. Shoko had just finished removing her gloves and noticed it.

“Are you injured?” His usually impassive voice had a hint of worry to it.

“No, no. I'm fine. Sometimes this kind of happens, and I'm pretty used to blocking the impact and using RCT if needed.” 

Is it her? Is she okay? She better be, I need her tomorrow, Shoko whispered at Nanami as she walked around and sat on a bench in front of him.

He didn’t notice what she asked, as he was humming confusedly, given you still hadn’t clarified why you called.

Your voice kind of cracked up for a moment, as you violently blushed on the other side. At least, the phone is an imageless form of communication.

“So, I’m okay. But my clothes, they, uh… I blew them up.”

He slowly began taking in what exactly you were saying.

“That's it, that’s what happened. I… I need clothes, please. Can you bring me some, just so I can get out of here without getting arrested for public indecency?”

Nanami kept silent for some time, and felt a slight rush of heat run over his cheeks.

“Nanami?” 

He coughed slightly, tensing his posture as he did.

“Yes, of course. But wouldn't you rather someone else to do that for you, like Ms. Nitta, or one of the female students?” 

That caught Shoko’s attention, and she discreetly looked at the sorcerer while he was still on the phone with you.

You nearly gagged.

“No! No way. I… I'm mortified as is.”

Somebody please fucking kill me.

“I can't talk about this with anyone else. It's too damn embarrassing,”  you stated, letting your mind go to random facts in order to try lifting the mood. “I now understand why that student from Kyoto keeps taking his shirt off to fight, but that's beside the point.”

You were met at the wake of your failed joke.

“I-I mean… Just bring me something, please.” 

Nanami cleared his throat as he pulled on his tie and opened his shirt’s top button.

“Fine. Send me your location.”

You sighed, relieved.

“Great, you're the best, thank you!”

He switched his phone off and grounded himself for a moment.

“Is she alright?” 

“Yes, she is,” he answered, some words choking on their way up for a second. “Ms. Ieiri, do you happen to have any clothes around here?” 

“What? Why would you need that?”

He couldn’t muster up anything remotely feasible to say, and given that embarrassment is an infectious condition, it began creeping up on him, too.

Nanami resumed speaking. “… I'm sorry to bother you. I just remembered I can get an assistant's uniform.” 

He then walked towards the door to leave.

“Nanami…” Shoko began.

“Hm?” He asked, as turning around.

“… Are you blushing?”

“... Good afternoon,” he answered, before stepping out a little quicker than usual.

***

Nanami had just arrived, and you let him know you were upstairs. As he asked how you wanted to receive the clothes, you were insistent that he threw the bag over the steps, and being a reasonable and rational person, the sorcerer obviously declined to do that.

“Just throw the thing already!” you yelled from the top of the stairs, away from his sight.

“I’m not uncivilized,” he replied, sighing. “I’m going to put them down here, and wait for you outside.”  

Nanami was considerably less mortified than you would expect, but it was him, Mr. mature, after all. Also, this wasn’t the first embarrassing situation of yours that he had witnessed.

You were prone to setting yourself up for absurd shenanigans, it seemed.

As you heard him leave and close the door, you stepped your way down and flimsily put the black pants and white buttoned shirt, which didn’t match at all with the hiking boots you usually wore on missions.

You went outside, and were met by him, his usual impassiveness slightly disturbed by something you couldn’t quite yet identify.

“Thank you, Nanami,” you stated, sighing relieved.

“It’s no trouble,” he answered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

You were both uncomfortably silent for a while.

“These kinds of unexpected things happ-”

“We will never talk about this again as long as I live, please, I can’t cope” you pleaded, voice simmering with desperation for this awkward moment to be over, “just, please.” 

He cleared his throat, mindlessly adjusting his tie around his neck. It strangely felt more tight than usual.

“Of course. I apologize.”

“No need. It’s fine. Let’s just go back to Jujutsu High and pretend this never happened.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” he said, sparing you a quick glance.

You smiled, amused and thankful.

“Right. Precisely.” 

[fic-dumpster]

The road so far

Summary: Have you ever wondered what goes through a writer’s mind while she’s trying to complete the stories you like so much? Well! Wonder no more! Here’s a first look into a writer’s unstable mind!

Characters: Bonten against Omi (no x because it’s war)

Word count: 1K

Content Warnings: fighting, slight breaking of the fourth wall, sitcoms, crackfic, it’s a joke. Yes, it can be read as x reader… just pretend. Hostility, a meme, DIH references, other fandoms mentioned.

A.N: TAKEOMI IS NOT OMI. I am Omi. I wrote this in 15 so it’s very rushed. idk… this is me trying to portray my internal struggles while I write. I just worked joke of 1000 words… and yes, characters never listen to what we want.

“If you think we’re gonna cooperate with you after leaving us for almost three years, you’re delusional,” Kokonoi crossed his legs once he sat down in front of Omi.

Omi had called a meeting with Bonten in hopes of coming to an agreement. She needed to work on her WIPs but her characters weren’t cooperating.

“As a matter of fact, I am delusional,” Omi answered, sipping from her water bottle, “anyway, I just need to finish the rest of the meetings and we’re done! Swear!”

Around her, the rest of Bonten sat with serious faces. Nobody was happy to be there. After her disappearance a few years ago, things weren’t quite as peaceful between them as they used to be.

“Yeah, yeah. I see how you are. Use us and drop us.” Sanzu sounded bitter and angry. He didn’t take the vanishing so well. He had bonded with her and she just left him. That wasn’t right in his book.

“Ugh, women…” With a sigh, Rindou stretched his long limbs, showing how tired and stressed he was.

“What do you mean ‘ugh? Women?’” Omi harshly questioned Rindou with a frown on her face.

“Nothing…” he replied nonchalantly, sitting up straight once again.

“Forget that! You clearly have preferences for certain members.” As she heard that voice her skin began to crawl. Hair standing on end, Omi slowly turned towards the source— once she saw his obnoxious face, only irritation was left behind.

“Oh, shut up, Ran! I wrote your story with your brother first! Why are you complaining?” She quickly replied, raising her hand in protest.

“Because he’s one of those,” added Mochi in a whisper.

So much of a whisper that was… half the men present burst out laughing which caused Ran to sigh in frustration. He was done. So many years and he still didn’t know what the hell that meant.

“We can't just hop back in,” Takeomi’s voice raised above the hysterical laughter of his peers.

Omi deflated at his words. She dreaded the worst… Was this how things were going to end?

“Please, I’ll do anything! I can’t leave the story like that!” Her eyes began to water as desperation crept in.

“Well, too bad! You left!” Sanzu’s bitterness didn’t falter, not even at the sight of unshed tears in her eyes.

“I said I was sorry! And I was busy with life, you know?”

“Yeah? Life? Then who are those guys? Rhysand? Sylus? Jinshi?” Sanzu spoke each name with disdain.

“Yeah! Who’s Umemiya? And some dude named Hoshina?” Rindou backed him up.

“More? I only heard about Sanji—” Kakucho suddenly intervened but was cut off by Omi.

“Okay! Stop! Oh my gosh!! Stoop!” Omi’s face had changed three different types of red in the last few seconds, “That… has nothing to—“

“Bullshit! I call bullshit! You created a different blog for the Stylus guy!” Sanzu was not dropping the subject.

“Oh my gosh! Let it go! And his name is Sylus!”

“AHAA!” Pink hairs wildly flew everywhere as Sanzu stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at Omi.

“Just… just help me write the few chapters I’m missing and the end. That’s all I’m asking… I lost the WIPs and I can’t by myself…” she pleaded. Internally praying they understood her dire situation.

“What do we get in return?” Mikey finally spoke after observing the back and forth between his men and Omi.

That sentence perked her up. A ray of hope finally came in between the stormy clouds.

“What-what would you want?” She asked with bright eyes and a new determination ignited.

“We can discuss that later,” Mikey waved his hand dismissively.

Omi nodded eagerly in return. Finally! Some progress. “Okay, fine… that’s good…”

After Mikey’s short exchange of words, they decided to end the meeting. It was time to move forward and begin working. Everyone stood up and began to leave the room.

They saw Omi move to the side with Takeomi and they started to talk amicably, with smiles and very friendly hand gestures. It was like time had never passed for them. She didn’t treat him differently and Takeomi seemed comfortable with her.

“Why does she like the old man…” Kakucho wondered out loud.

“It’s the daddy issues, I bet,” Sanzu was seething as he kept watching the scene play in front of him.

“What did you say?!” You turned your head like the exorcist once you heard those words leave Sanzu’s lips.

“Does she have superhuman hearing? How the hell did she hear you?” Ran said with a bit of panic in his voice.

And it began. Omi had been chasing the pink-haired man for a while now…

“I DON'T NEED YOU, SANZU! I CAN FINISH DIH WITHOUT YOU!” But before she could catch him, a pair of hands caught her first, “UGH! KAKUCHO LET ME GO! HE’S DEAD!”

Meanwhile a bit further away from the commotion.

“We have agreed to help her. Was it really necessary to do all the drama?” Questioned Takeomi to Mikey and Mochi. The three men watched the rest battling it out.

“We voted and the majority chose to make drama before agreeing,” Mikey said as his eyes followed Sanzu speeding away from Omi,

“Even Koko?” Mochi was surprised by that information.

“Even Koko.” Mumbled the short man.

“RAN, YOU TOO! BOTH YOU AND SANZU ARE DEAD!” Omi yelled, still being held by Kakucho who was trying to help diffuse the situation.

“What did I do?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE!” She kicked her feet in an attempt to be let loose, “I SHOULD HAVE KEPT WRITING FOR HAIKYUU! They wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Yeah? Well, go and play ball with your sporty boys!” Ran screamed back.

“You’re insufferable!” Omi screamed as she tackled Ran to the ground.

“She became way more violent in the years we didn’t see her,” Mikey commented and the rest of his executive nodded in agreement. Everyone just watched Omi and Ran scuffling on the floor.

Bonus:

Omi: and then you do as it says here *points to the script*

Kakucho: that’s too mean. I don’t want to do that.

Omi: you’re a criminal! How is it mean to push her face down and—

Kakucho: shhh no please *blushing*

Omi: I’m working with amateurs… *throws her stack of paper into the trash*

[kamaela]

To Be Punished (M, 1k)

Fic by me

I wrote a fic for a discord challenge: Outsider POV. Read below or on AO3

Tags:

POV Outsider, Major Character Death, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Angst and Tragedy, Hallucinations, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Auror Harry Potter, Sad Ending

Summary:

An Azkaban guard bears witness to Draco and Harry and all that stands between them.

***

Inmate #227: D. Malfoy. High Risk. 24-hour guard. No visitors.

Don’t interact with the inmate. That was one of the first things she’d been told during training. She was to stand guard, silent and alert. She was not to engage.

—

“What the fuck did you do that for?” Harry Potter spat. He was angrier than she’d ever seen him in the papers.

He wasn’t a visitor. He was here on ‘official Auror business.’

Malfoy lay in his cot, staring at the ceiling. He’d been that way since he’d arrived, straight from his trial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb. I was there!” The wards stretching between them shuddered.

“I’m not sure why you’re asking me about it, then.”

“I want to know why. We had a plan. You didn’t just stray from it, you blew it up. With wandless fucking magic!”

Malfoy sat up, turned. “They insulted her! You know how I—I couldn’t control it.”

“They’re gonna use this to jack up your sentence. All that work we did—”

—

Malfoy’s sentencing hearing lasted no more than 15 minutes. Two Aurors escorted him back to his cell. Harry Potter, pale and unsteady, wasn’t far behind.

“Draco, I—”

“Twenty years,” Malfoy said. His voice shook.

“It’s okay, I’m going to fix this. I’m gonna get Hermione and I—we’re gonna fix this.”

Malfoy laughed. “You’re an idiot, Potter.”

—

Harry Potter visited every few weeks. Today, he vibrated with fevered enthusiasm. She watched his steps as he paced in front of the cell.

“There’s heaps of evidence of corruption, not just in the Wizengamot. With the right angle, Hermione thinks we can build a really strong case. Maybe—Draco, are you listening to me?”

“No.”

—

“No luck?” Malfoy was leaning against the wall, picking his nails. He seemed unconcerned, but she knew better. He’d paced in his cell right up to the minute Harry had stepped through the door.

“I don't know why you're so smug about it.”

“Even the Boy Who Lived can't save the poor teenage Death Eater.”

Harry ran the toe of his boot along the stone floor.

“Twenty years Draco. I'm not sure I can—”

“I'm not asking you to.”

—

“I dreamt about that night on the rooftop, when we—”

“Oh.” A small private smile flickered across Harry’s face.

She started to wonder if it really was Auror business he was here for.

“I think you should stop coming by, Harry.”

—

It had been a few months, but Harry came back. It seemed he couldn’t keep away.

Draco’s voice was sharp. “What are you doing here, I told them I didn't want—”

“I paid off the guards.”

A scoff. “Of course.”

Harry stepped closer to the barrier. “You look—have you been sleeping?”

Draco laughed, shifting his gaze to her as if they shared an inside joke.

—

“They agreed to a hearing,” Harry exclaimed.

She hadn’t seen Draco get out of his cot for 72 hours. Today was no exception.

“Well, aren't you pleased?” Harry prompted.

“I have no feelings about it one way or another.”

—

“I saw Mother last night.” Draco’s eyes were puffy. Her colleague had said he’d been crying all night.

“Oh.”

“This place, Harry. I need to get out.”

Harry tugged his maroon robes.

“I'm so sorry. They upheld the decision.”

Draco put his head in his hands.

—

“I saw Mother again. He was there, too.”

“I'm sorry. Let's talk about something happy.”

“Happy?”

“Christmas. At The Manor? You remember, we tried to make gingerbread?”

A soft chuckle, “Oh yes, that was…”

—

“I can’t stop the dreams. I could never—the only time they stopped was when we—”

“I know,” Harry rested his forehead against the barrier. “Gods, I wish I could hold you.”

The dementors were gone, but the infection they’d left behind was vicious. She wondered if she should log an incident report. Nightmares were an early sign.

—

Draco had been pacing and muttering for hours before Harry arrived.

“Draco.”

“I’ve still got that twelve inch charms essay to finish.”

“Draco, it’s me. Harry.”

Draco kept pacing.

“Will you look at me?”

Draco did. “I miss you.”

—

“Mother visited last night,”

“Oh really?”

“She says hello.”

“Well, that’s nice of her.”

—

“Harry, I keep seeing him. I keep—I don’t want to go back there.”

“I know.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. It’s okay. I’m gonna fix this.”

She felt it was rather unfair of Harry to give him false hope.

—

“We’re going to keep trying, I’m not giving up.”

“It’s okay, Harry.”

A strangled sound. “No. Don’t—”

“At least we got those months. That’s more than I ever…” Draco pressed a hand against the barrier, and the gesture seemed like a declaration.

“Don’t,” Harry whispered, a plea.

—

“I wish we’d had more time,” Harry said.

Draco laughed.

“Draco, what are you—”

“They took away my bedframe. I have no sheets.” He kept laughing.

—

Draco’s hair was matted. He’s been refusing to shower.

“Potter, what are you doing? You can't be here.”

“Draco—”

“He’ll be here any second. My Aunt, she called him—”

“We’re not at—”

“No! Harry, you have to get out. You have to win. Please. Go.”

“Okay, Draco. I’ll go.”

Harry hadn’t let her see him cry, until then.

—

“Harry.” Draco sat pressed right up against Harry, touching, if not for the magic weaved between them. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

“I know.” Harry’s voice was small, kind. “I won’t ask you to.”

“In a different life, do you think—” Draco’s face crumpled. She had to look away.

Harry rubbed his eyes repeatedly. “Yes, love. In any life.”

—

He wasn’t a next-of-kin, nor a registered visitor, so he hadn't been notified.

He arrived as usual, glasses askew.

She hadn’t been trained for this.

“Mr. Potter.”

“Where is he? Have you moved him?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

His green eyes dulled as he collapsed onto the floor. She wondered then, as the hero’s sobs rent the air, who this place punished more.

[athena-studios]

ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.ָ࣪ 𓏲⋆.

treasure.

Simon Riley + preteen!daughter

tw: none(?)

a/n: im basically writing what i wanna read. honorary mention to @chaosandmarigolds for giving a bit o' help:) pretty long, don't know how many words but probably around 1k?

this idea has been in my head for AGES now, so glad i finally wrote it💗

Simon's girlfriend died. the 141 knew that. his girlfriend died that night along with the rest of his family. except for his one singular gem that he treasures the most. you, his daughter that the killers that night did not see nor hear because you were at the neighbor's house. that was when you were 5 years old, since then, Simon has done everything in his power to protect you. even as far as not telling anyone but Laswell about you.

you're now 12 years old. having gone through alot already, you're more mature and sassy than most of your peers. which leads you to this situation...

you were on the couch with your laptop open when you hear a knock. you walk to the door and open it to be greeted with three bulky men, one looking seemingly older than the other two.

the one on the middle has a...Fishers hat? he also has a beard, which is, what you assume, makes him appear older. "this dude could be a grandpa..." you thought.

the one to your left has a weird mohawk. yeah, thats all you can say about him. the one on the other side looks more tolerable, but his cap does wanna make you laugh your ass in front of him for it.

"Hi, who are you?" the grandp— the one in the middle asks. "I'm sorry, shouldn't i be asking you that? there are three, large, bulky men on my doorstep. none of which who are familiar to me." you replied, in your sassy voice, ofcourse.

your dad told you not to talk to strangers, they're strangers, aren't they?

"sorry—I'm Johnny, but i prefer to be called soap. this is John and Kyle. now can we know what yer name is, bonnie?" Johnny speaks up. you scoff. "fine. its y/n. y/n riley. that's all I'm telling you. and what the hell kinda name is soap?"

at that, the three of them glance at eachother in both shock and confusion. "what?" you ask. "your last name's Riley?" Gaz asks. "yeah, what about it?" you cross your arms, getting slightly defensive.

behind their back, you see your dad's truck pull up the driveway, the three men in front of you also noticing. you speed-walk to your dad and point to the three men. "Dad, these guys are tryin' to kidnap me." you say nonchalantly. he looks behind you and sees his captain and his two sergeants. "honey, they weren't tryna kidnap you. those guys are my teammates." he says as he walks to the trunk of the car and hands you two grocery bags. "now, bring these inside and I'll talk to 'em. 'kay?" he pats you head as you nod, walking back to the house.

"so, simon. when were ya gon' tell us ye got a daughter?" soap's scottish accent rings out. they glance at simon's balaclava-less face, because they don't usually see him without that damn balaclava, but also because they await a response from him. "to keep her safe...only Laswell knows abou' her. she's the only thing i have left. my treasure." simon clears his throat to ease the silence. "so, why are you guys 'ere anyway?" simon asks.

"i actually came here to ask for advice, and then i saw soap already standing at your door, saying something about a teatime catch-up? but anyway, he called price over, faking that your pipe was broken. and when he came up, we knocked on your door and y/n answered it." as gaz finishes his explanation, you walk back out the door. "so...are you all gonna come in or not? because i didn't stop binge watching heartstopper on netflix for nothing." you say as you chew on a french fry Simon had got for you, per your request.

they all walk in, and take a seat on the couch, Simon quickly preparing drinks for them. as Simon takes a seat next to you, Price speaks up. "so y/n, how old are you?"

"I'm 12." you answer blatantly. "y/n, be nice." your dad whispers to you. "you got any hobbies?" Soap tries to make conversation.

you playfully glare at your dad before answering soap. "i like to play the guitar, i like to paint, and crochet sometimes." you answer again, trying to put a less boring tone to your voice.

it goes like this for a few minutes, everyone just exchanging laughs and conversation. maybe they're not so bad after all...

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

Mommy... I mean Wanda 

Part 11👀

Series here: 🎃

Word count: 1k ish i didnt look too close tbh

Summary: i barely remember what i wrote, but theres some smut, some cuddles, some sexting... oh and yelena 🫰🏻which always makes a story better

Do yall have any suggestions for future chapters or yk one shots 👀 just send me a request 😚

Cause frankly this series is getting long and completely lacks plot 😎ahahha help😥

To say you and Wanda got punished for your bratty behaviour would not do it justice.

By the time morning rolled around you were a needy mess. With tears rolling down your cheeks and a bruised ass, you lay begging for a release she was dead set on not giving you. Wanda on the other hand was being refused any touch at all. Which in your opinion may just be worse. Natty may be a cuddly teddy bear with the two of you but when she wants you to suffer she shows no mercy.

You lay cuddled up to Wanda as Nat was off making you all some coffee, trying your hardest to follow her orders of  “keeping it in your pants” while she’s gone. You assumed it wouldn’t hurt for your hand to sneak under Wanda's t-shirt, simply wanting to feel the warmth of her skin. However, with how frustrated she was at this point when your hand rested on her stomach she let out a moan. A moan you were certain Nat would’ve heard from the kitchen. When she returned she held two steaming cups of coffee and one of tea. She also held a smirk that said she knew but would be letting it slip just this once. If you’d known that you would have gone for Wanda’s boobs instead. For a while, you simply sat there enjoying your hot beverage between your girlfriends, just soaking it all in.

That bliss was only interupted when an alarm went off on your phone.

“UGh just turn it off” you grunted slipping further down and into the sheets. Nat obliged and reached for the phone, being the one closest to it. Once the alarm went quiet she sat still looking at it.

“Baby, why does it say you have class in 30 min?” Nat asked turning back to you.

“It’s fine I can skip this one.”

“Not a chance, come on get dressed.” Wanda grabbed your cup putting it on the nightstand.

“ I really don't want to leaveee” Yes you sounded like a child whining like that, but there was no way you’d leave this bed, to go and listen to some boring lecture.

“Y/N behave. I know it's hard but how about we pick you up after class and go do something fun?” 

Nat pulled you out of bed, giggling at how your legs were all wobbly still.

“Aww, poor baby, did daddy leave you all fucked out?” You felt yourself getting needy at those words, you just wished she’d bend you over right there and not stop pounding you til you came all over her strap. But instead, you were left walking on shaky legs and wincing as you pulled your jeans over your very sore butt. Which the two women found very amusing as they watched comfortably from the shared bed.

“Can I at least get a kiss before I leave?” You said with a pout. Nat simply gestured for you to come over. She gave you a soft kiss before Wanda pulled you into her arms. She kisses you deeply, ending with a peck on your cheek, that leaves you wishing for much more.

“Now go be my good girl and study hard yeah?” You nodded gleefully at that. Wandas praise washing away some of your grumpiness.

You rode on that happiness all the way to Yelena's car. Thankfully she was also late.

“So how come you were around here so early?” Yelena usually spent most of her time on campus in your shared flat. 

“Mmm, I may have stayed at Kate’s place last night.” She mumbled keeping her eyes on the road.

“Oh my god, Yelena!” A big grin appeared on the blonde's face and that was honestly all you needed.

“So tell me?! How’d it go? Did you… you know?” 

“ Y/N!” She blushed. You laughed knowing that was a yes. 

“So does this mean we can go on double dates now?” You said as the car came to a stop in the university parking lot.

“And watch you drool over my sister for an hour? No thanks.” 

The class dragged on and although you attempted to take notes, you spent most of your time squirming to find a comfortable position to sit in. About an hour in,  the class was doing discussions and you saw it as a chance to sneak out for a quick break. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled out your phone.

Y/N: on a quick bathroom break, I’m assuming you’re still in bed?

Nat:( sent you an image)

You could not have opened it faster. It was a photo of the two, Wanda's shirt long gone and her breasts in full view. Your eyes take in the sight of your mommy's body. Her legs were spread and Nat's hand was inside her shorts. You so badly wanted to remove them. to see every movement of her fingers as they pleasured Wandas pussy.

Nat: are you alone?

Y/N: yes x

Nat: Mommy and Daddy would love to see how wet you get just thinking about what we’re doing

Wanda: Please baby be a good girl and show us

You thought about it for a second before pulling your jeans down and taking a short video of you running your fingers through your folds, showing just how much you needed them.

Wanda: such a good girl. why don't rub your clit for Mommy? 

You do as you are told and start touching yourself. just in time for another message to arrive, this time a video. Nat is holding the phone and is showing you a close-up of Wanda as she slowly sinks down on Nat's strap. you could honestly come just at the sight of that. 

Nat: Make daddy proud and cum for us baby girl 

A couple more brushes over your clit and the sound of Wanda moaning paired with wet noises of her pussy being slammed down on nats cock and you finally came. Shaking with pleasure after the amount of teasing you had endured. Once you are able to breathe normally, you pick up the phone to send them a text.

Y/N: I may have made a mess all over my jeans

Wanda: oh poor baby, did mommy getting fucked make you all stupid? No worries honey we’ll come to get you and how about you let Mommy clean up all that wetness on the way home? I’m dying to have a taste ;)

[mahs-dumpster]

Disappointment

a/n: I cannot get this event out of my head I cannot get them outta my head SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEEEE *EXPLODES*

cw: constant bickering/arguing, if you don't vibe with that– oc x canon (Isabelle x Leona), spoilers for Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling on The Savanna

words: idk tbh I wrote the second half here on Tumblr so... No counting of words this time. It's probably more than 1k tho

“I did not know you would bring acquaintances with you.” Isabelle spoke as soon as she entered the room and Leona's ears shot up as his body flinched. Kifaji smiled upon the sight of the girl and the others just stood there a little bit confused at who she was. Isabelle walked all the way towards Leona, her arms crossing as she frowned at him. “I thought you’d skip this year as well.”

“Yeah… Kifaji here didn't let me forget this time.” Leona quickly glared at the older man who simply shrugged, not wanting to be involved in their little argument. “What about it?”

“You have the audacity to ask me that, seriously?” Her fingers pinched his cheek, making him complain painfully as the others just stared in awe at the bravery of that tiny girl. “You finally decide to attend the event and instead of texting me, or coming to greet me you ignore me as if I'm just some random girl? Did your parents teach you nothing about being a proper gentleman?”

“Just stop it already, sheesh!” Leona grabbed her hand so it’d stop pinching his cheek, his eyes glaring daggers at her. “Don't come at me with all this talk, mousey, I don't have any duties with you.”

“You must've missed the memo, Leo, because actually you do. I'm your fiancée, you bonehead.” Isabelle snatched her hand from his grasp and sighed, a hand on her hip. “Fine. You don't need to tell me where you are at all times, I get it, but please, at least come and greet me once you arrive. I had to learn from Kifaji that you were here.” Her expression softened as she looked at the older man. “Thank you, by the way. I greatly appreciate it.”

“You told her I was here?”

“It's simply one of my duties. And don't tell me you were planning to avoid her too…”

Leona rolled his eyes as Isabelle frowned at him again. He then noticed the pairs of eyes that kept staring at them, so he sighed. His hand went to rest on Isabelle's head, who blinked in confusion. “Right. This is Isabelle Desrosiers. My arranged fiancée.”

“My, my, my… I didn't know Leona of all people could manage to date anyone… and a fiancée too, you both must be really in love to plan to marry on such a young age.” Lilia teased, and Vil smirked at the joke.

“That's true… although I must say, miss Isabelle here can do much better." Vil clears his throat, his demeanor changing into a charming smile. "May I ask, would you be the princess Isabelle Desrosiers? It's a pleasure meeting you.” The blond asked, and Isabelle nodded.

“That would be me, yes. And I’d appreciate it if you didn't mock my fiancé.” Her voice was stern, and despite her height, she gave off a powerful presence, making some of the people – Kalim, Daisy and Grim, that is – shudder, intimidated. “It is a pleasure meeting you guys, any friend of Leona is my friend as well.” she smiled softly, her demeanor completely changing, and they felt confused.

It made no sense for her to demand respect for Leona, while she herself was arguing with him a moment ago about not having manners… despite that, Leona smirked, his arm now resting on Isabelle's head, making her grow irritated. 

“As you heard, my future wife is oh so very protective of me, so would you all be so kind as to not disrespect me in her presence?”

“Stop that. I'm not your arm rest.” The girl got off his touch and sighed, trying to calm herself down. Then, she courtseyed gracefully to everyone. “I apologize for my sudden intrusion, you all must’ve been rather spooked.” She then looked at their outfits up and down, confusion on her face. “And… if I may ask, why are you all wearing liongarbs…?”

“Oh, we’re competing in the Bead Brawl!” Kalim explained happily, no longer intimidated by the princess standing in front of him. “Leona was going to get us all to train a little, ain't that right?”

“Oh. Yeah, I will.” Leona suddenly seemed a bit nervous, but he tried to appear as calm as ever. Isabelle tilted her head.

“The Bead Brawl? And you're helping them train?” The princess looked up at him, giving him a questioning gaze. “And why exactly would you do that? You're not exactly the type to do this out of the goodness of your heart.”

“Well… his highness is–” Kifaji was interrupted by Leona, who glared at him and moved his head. He glanced at Isabelle who was currently busy looking at Kifaji, waiting for the explanation, and then the older man understood. “His friends really wanted to participate. I'm… yes, I'm the one who told him he should help, as a way to thank them for coming.”

“So… you're no longer running from your duties? You’ll give your lessons?” She asked, a faint smile on her face as she looked up at Leona.

“...Yes.” he lied, but kept looking at her, trying to look and sound as sincere as possible.

Isabelle grinned, a chuckle escaping her mouth.

“Well, who would've thought?” She said, her hand resting on his arm as he stared at it. “I'm proud of you for doing that. What are we waiting for? I will accompany you all. Come on!” 

And then, Isabelle left the room, the others quickly following her suit after giving Leona a few glances and throwing a few jokes. The lion beastman groaned and Kifaji looked at him, confused.

“Why did you not want her highness Isabelle to know about your schemes? You even told me.” He asked, and Leona simply looked at him with a small frown.

“If I did she'd keep nagging me for ‘not being a good prince' or whatever. I'm not into hearing her little squeaks of complaints at the moment.” He explained, but his demeanor looked more worried than annoyed, his expression pensive as Kifaji looked at him.

Could it be…?

“Do you not wish to disappoint her, perhaps, your highness?” Leona stayed quiet for a moment, before clearing his throat.

“Don't speak nonsense, Kifaji. Come on, they’ll be suspicious if we don't go soon.” 

•••

Leona sighed, tired. He was back at the hotel, refusing to go stay at the palace and find his brother there. He heard a knock on the door, and he could smell her faint perfume before he went to open it and saw her face.

"What?"

"Good night to you as well." Isabelle says, getting into his hotel room before he even let her. The man didn't react, closing the door behind him. "I thought you'd be out of your liongarb by now. Maybe already in bed." She sat at the end of the bed, her arms crossed as she stared at him.

Leona began untying his mid section, what was holding the outer part of his garment together, but Isabelle quickly ran towards him and held his hands in place, her face a deep shade of red.

"I thought you wanted me out of these clothes?" He smirked. It was so easy to tease her, he couldn't resist. She got away from him, her hands moving close to her chest quickly as if his touch burned her.

"You get what I meant, don't twist my words." She sighed, finally calming down and standing up straight again. "I came here to ask you a question." Leona clicked his tongue, already knowing where this was going. "Why did you lie about trying to skip the lessons this year?"

"Because you'd keep nagging me. And that's quite irritating." He lied, sitting on one of the couches in his room, head hanging backwards as he closed his eyes, tired from the competition day.

"Is that seriously all there is to it?" She asked, moving in his direction, standing behind him and looking down at his face. Leona opened his eyes, their gazes locking almost immediately.

He couldn't tell her the truth, that a part of him, one he didn't even like to acknowledge, wanted her to believe in him. After hearing her words of encouragement, hearing how proud she was of him for trying? He didn't want her to know. Most of the time, people never had expectations for him, and when they did, he always felt the need to crush them before it got out of hand, but... Seeing her smile on her face as he lied about wanting to give the lessons this year, it gave him pleasure, happiness even.

Why did he want to make her proud anyway?

Leona shifted his gaze.

"Yeah." Isabelle sighed, a bit disappointed, her finger flicked his forehead, finally making him look at her again, a frown on his face. "What was that for?"

"For lying." She didn't say which lie, deciding to leave it for him to think about. She started walking away from him right to his door as Leona watched her until she reached it, and got up in order to open the door for her. Once he did, he felt a hand on his head, slowly patting him with care.

"In your dreams, mousey. Go, I wanna sleep." With that, the princess walked out of his room and he soon closed the door behind her. He sighed as he rested his head on it, his thoughts all over the place and confused. "What's up with me anyways?"

"Just so you know, it's ok, really. It wouldn't be the Leona I know if you suddenly changed your thinking like that..." She distanced herself, a faint smile on her face. "There's plenty of other events in the future for you to grow and become the prince I know you can be. Baby steps, right?" Leona let out a hoarse laugh, his hand moving to her head and ruffling her hair against her wishes.

[deakyjoe]

There Are No Words Left To Speak

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (no pronouns used)

Category: unspecified

Summary: Joel watches you from afar and decides he needs to invite you in closer.

Warnings: they’re awkward but none (I think but correct me if I’m wrong)

Word count: 1k (short and sweet)

A/N: Joel Miller in HBO’s The Last of Us has consumed by brain and now every thought is about him. I wrote this with Pedro Pascal’s portrayal in mind but obviously feel free to think about Joel from the game if you prefer that!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

You were quiet, reserved, kept mostly to yourself. But you were never unwilling to help people out if they needed it, you just refused the assistance of others and didn't let conversations last for too long. Joel liked that about you.

You sent kind smiles to people, that were convincing to most but not Joel. He could tell that they were forced, good intentions behind them, but forced nonetheless. It didn't help that whenever you thought no one was looking, the smiles immediately dropped from your face.

When you’d arrived a few months before, no one paid much attention to you - Joel included. You’d stumbled in weak with the plan of leaving again once you’d regained some strength. You were just like many others around these parts, you all came and went. Nothing special. But once you were offered a role in the community, a place to live, guaranteed supplies and a job as a scout, it was hard to refuse.

So you stayed.

But still, people didn’t think much of you. It was difficult to make friends with a group of people who had clearly been through so much together and had trouble trusting outsiders. Because of this, you stayed to yourself.

That’s when Joel started to notice you more. Despite having no one close, no one who really cared for you, you seemed to care for the community as a whole. You always tried to give people your best, even if they didn’t return it. You helped people with repairs, with moving, farming, caring for young children, teaching - whatever was possibly asked of you.

And when you disappeared for hours, on rare occasions days, to outside the community in order to keep everyone safe by keeping an eye out for trouble, Joel couldn’t help but notice your absence. It just appeared that no one else did.

And when Joel asked his kind-of daughter, Ellie, about you to get her opinion, he couldn’t help but be slightly saddened when he was only offered back a “who?”

Joel Miller wasn’t good at expressing his feelings, so he had no plan for this, but he couldn’t stand by and watch you be excluded from a community that was so heavily focused on family. He knew what it felt like to be lost and he’d been lucky enough to find himself again in Ellie, discovering a new purpose for himself as a father figure for her. So, he figured that’s what you needed - a purpose with people. He just didn’t know what that would be yet.

When you returned from your most recent scouting assignment, reporting back that you’d found traces of a group of people a few miles out but no signs of life, Joel approached you. Still, he had no plan.

“Yes?” You’d looked up at him curiously as he stood in front of you but had said nothing. It was clear you wanted to go home, you were probably tired from the last couple days.

He looked at you, his ever permanent frown not shifting. “You should probably get a partner for scouting. It’s not safe out there.”

You’d scoffed and pushed past him, not unfriendly but not nice either. “I work better alone. I can handle myself.”

He didn’t doubt that. “I’m sure you can.”

You rounded on him, scowling. It felt clear that he had some other intentions here but you weren’t sure what exactly. “What do you want, Joel?”

The expression on his face didn’t move, like he expected the slight hostility. “Nothing.”

You didn’t believe him. So you told him. “I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“People don’t talk to me unless they want something.” You adjusted the bag you had slung over one shoulder, shifting from foot to foot as you grew anxious to go home. The confession was painful to admit but it was true, you both knew it.

“I don’t want anything.” He reaffirmed, noticing you take another step away from him.

You still weren’t entirely sure you bought it, but you wouldn’t question him further if he was going to insist there was nothing. “Then what?”

“Conversation.”

You laughed sarcastically, making Joel note he’d never heard you laugh genuinely. Although that wasn’t unusual around here.

“Conversation?” You repeated in a questioning tone. “I’m not much of a conversationalist.”

Something the two of you could relate on, he realised. “Neither am I.”

“We make a great pair then.” The corners of your mouth curled up and your feet stopped moving.

Joel said nothing more, confirming his statement of not being a conversationalist. You wanted to smile more widely at that but refrained - the man had struck up a conversation with you but was unable to carry it.

“Ellie’s your daughter, right?” You offered, seeing him straighten up at the young girl’s name. If he was going to try then maybe you could too.

“Yeah.” He’d explain the complicated relationship with the teenager to you another time. For now, he was glad you were talking.

“Bright kid.” You commented. “How old is she?”

“Fourteen.”

You nodded, lost for what else to say. “Listen, I should probably be going home…”

“Right, yeah.” He said, watching you take cautious steps away as if awaiting his permission to leave. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sure. Bye, Joel.” You averted your eyes to the ground and went to turn away from him.

“Bye.” He replied, keeping his eyes on your form as you scurried away back to your house and disappeared from his view.

He had no idea what his next move was but he supposed this was a step in the right direction. Maybe he’d ask Ellie to start talking to you. He just knew that he wanted you more involved in the community, this is what the place was for after all. You, on the other hand, were trying to figure out Joel’s game as you rushed back home. Why had he suddenly started talking to you out of nowhere? You vowed to find out.

So that left the two of you - one satisfied with his minute progress and the other confused at the strange event. But both of you determined.

A/N: Joel Miller makes brain go brrrrr

[dawnoftime22]

to feel alive.

| N.R

Warnings: slight ooc!nat in the rain if you squint? other than that, none!

Summary: you invite nat to go in the rain with you for the first time, and it turns out to be a perfect memory.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: listen to almost (sweet music) by hozier if you want to feel this fic as a whole. it was playing in the background as I wrote it with the rain outside <3

or fearless by taylor swift :]

| Started on 03/04/2023, 4:20 PM |

| Finished on 13/05/2023, 8:16 AM |

Masterlist

“What is better than a small moment of

your time, just to feel alive?”

|——————————— ⴵ ———————————|

"It's raining outside, do you wanna come out with me?" You ask, standing by the bedroom window, turning your head to look at her.

"To do what?" She had her eyebrows furrowed, as if it wasn't already from the work she was doing on the bed, but this time its mixed with confusion.

"Whatever feels right?" You shrug, the sentence having made its way out without you meaning to.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Natasha asked, clueless as to the point of getting wet in the rain and being cold until you get sick.

"I meaaan, I'm just inviting you to come out in the rain with me." You try to convince her, but she held her ground.

"Y/N, I have a mission report to finish, and we'll get soaked." She says, but you didn't care about getting soaked. In fact, it's what makes it so fun.

"So, then we'll just dry ourselves using towels." You give her a reason to push her to the edge of giving in.

"It'll make us look like kids." She countered.

"And who cares about that? We're gonna have a lot of fun, I promise... Please?" When she finally looked up from her mission report and saw that face of yours, she lets out a sigh.

"Only if you tell me why you wanna go out in the pouring rain." She raises her eyebrows, her head tilting in question.

"To just run around and feel alive!" You throw your hands up, before putting them in the pockets of your sweatpants, leaning against the wall near the window. You raised your own eyebrows at her, awaiting her reply.

"I'll give you cuddles when we get back inside?" You offered. Although she was already about to give her answer of acceptance before you added to your sentence, it did make her perk up from her mission report just a little more.

She saw the desperation seeping through your face. The rain started to settle down just a little more, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "...Fine," her shoulders dropped a bit, showing that she was giving in.

"Yes!" You cheered, grabbing your jacket so it wouldn't be as cold. Even though you knew there's probably a chance that you'll get sick once you're done either way.

"I really did fall in love with an idiot." Nat mumbled under her breath, but you still heard her.

"But you still love me!" You say, walking out the door while looking at her with a beaming face. Her eyes were fixed on you, and she smiled before shaking her head at your little antics.

You went off out the front door, as she grabbed her own jacket and followed you not long after.

Once you got outside, the cold air hit you, and woke you up from whatever calm state you were in. But it had only made you more excited to spend time in the rain.

You walked to where there isn't a roof over your head. You walked to the empty road.

She smiled endearingly at you as she stared at how you had your arms out, with your head up, and just taking in everything this weather is giving you. It was like watching an angel. And yet, all you did was watch the sky in awe. In fact, you could even be in love with the sky, too. But you looked at her just the same when you changed your direction.

"Come on, get over here!" You shouted over the rain as Natasha stood near the entrance still, where she was protected from the earth showering her. Slowly, she walked closer to you, like a careful cat. Honestly, she's been hanging around Liho too much.

You offered your hand out to her, as if you were to ask her for a dance. She took it, and you pulled her into the rain and she let out a small yelp. You let out a giggle at her reaction, and when she got out of the shock of how the rain hit her, she started to laugh because of it, and because of your giggle.

You start running around, careful enough not to trip. But she would be there to catch you, anyway. The droplets of rain could be felt on every inch of skin that it could reach. You felt alive.

Soft laughter filled the space. Even with the sound of the rain in the background, you could hear it so clearly.

"I love you." She said, suddenly, admiring you in the rain.

"What?" You shouted in an act of confusion.

"I love you!" She shouted over the sound of the rain, and it turned silent for a second. You laughed. You could hear her the first time she said it, you just wanted to hear it again in this precious moment.

"I love you more!!" You say in the middle of laughing.

"You're crazy for this, you know." She shoved her hands in her jackets pockets as the cold rain started to freeze her, and you pull her closer to you by having your hands around her waist. Your warmth radiated off of your body and it made her less cold.

"But its fun." You say almost under your breath, but she caught it. Smiling, you kiss her softly even with the water on your lips.

"It is." She leans her her head against yours when you pulled away, closing her eyes and relishing in this moment that she thought would just get her all cold and it would be for nothing but getting her clothes wet, but it's better than any other memory by far.

The both of you start swaying to a made up rhythm, your head resting on her shoulder, not caring the fact that either of you were covered in raindrops.

. . .

The blonde's soft green eyes scan over the two figures in front of her, trying to figure out what the two of you have been doing. "What happened to you two? Did you go out in the rain or something?"

"Yeah, basically." You shrugged with a smile

"I can't believe you convinced my сестра (sister) to get soaked in the rain with you..."

"My turn now!"

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wc: <1k

if you told haerin only an hour ago that she would be going to the girls basketball practice after school, she would call you insane. she wasn’t even sure right now why she was there, agreeing to something danielle said earlier on impulse.

haerin had walked down the hallway absorbed in her phone, not noticing they were approaching the gym. danielle and aeri opened the doors, the loud nose alarming haerin.

“why are we here?” haerin questioned, receiving confused glances from the two in front of her.

“we’re here to monitor over the girls basketball practice, we wanna see how we need to divide funding this month. i thought dani told you?” aeri said.

“are you serious..” haerin mumbled, ignoring the head shake danielle gave her.

“maybe you should start listening to what i say haerin.” danielle says, sighing.

“you talked to me while i was drafting funding for prom.” haerin deadpans.

“okay well, i needed you to come. i knew you weren’t gonna say yes cause of yn..” danielle says, mumbling the last part.

“she’s practicing right now?!”

“look haerin you’ll be fine, i don’t even get why you hate the girl she’s really nice.” aeri shrugs, “plus you have to be here, you are the treasurer.”

“you’re just saying that cause she’s yizhuo’s friend.” haerin says.

“i’m not..” aeri says, sighing.

“anyways, let’s go in!” danielle says, entering the gym with aeri following.

haerin hesitated to follow her friends, but soon went in picking up her pace in order to catch up with them. she ignored the eyes she felt staring at her, keeping her eyes trained on in front of her.

the trio took a seat in the stands together, them being the last to enter allowing the practice to commence. the practice had a smooth start up, each player working on their shooting first.

unfortunately for haerin, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. the way you played was so smooth and satisfying to watch, resulting you being the star player. you made every shot look easy, and even analyzed your teammates forms to provide feedback.

it was one of the many things kang haerin hated about you, you were extremely good at what you did, years of practice and experience contributing to it. haerin still remembered when she would call you up, only for you to tell her the same thing everytime she asked to hang out.

‘i’m practicing.’

the sentence rang in her head whenever she thought about you, reminding her of how you never set aside time for her.

haerin refocused on watching your team play, trying not to reminisce on the past. she felt her eyes roll when she saw you and ningning cheer each other on, the two of you making the most baskets.

danielle and aeri were talking silently, the conversation now registering in haerin’s brain.

“they’re really good.” danielle states, aeri nodding.

“what do you think haerin?” aeri asks, looking at the girl next to her.

“i agree with danielle, it looks like they’ve been practicing a lot.” haerin says, aeri nodding again.

“so far so good.”

the practice continued smoothly, mainly consisting of you and ningning excelling in each category. little did haerin know, you were trying to get her attention. you never tried this hard in practice, it resulting in you getting pulled over by one of your teammates.

“who’s in the crowd that your trying to impress?” rei asks.

“no one.” you start, “just trying to work harder this season.”

rei just dismissed the conversation, knowing you were lying. she’d probably find out soon, your friends not being the best at keeping secrets.

the practice finally came to a close, the three girls in the stands finalizing their decisions on the budget. haerin wrote all of it down, putting the paper in her binder after.

they all left the gym quickly after that, aeri leaving first leaving haerin and danielle.

“i saw you.” danielle says ominously.

“huh?”

“looking at yn.”

haerin froze, not knowing what to even say to her.

“the way she plays is just satisfying, there was nothing else to it.” haerin says, receiving a unconvinced look from dani.

“you want her so bad.”

“no i don’t?!”

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[welcometololaland]

20 Questions aka. Oversharing on the Internet version 92840938

Thanks for the tag @rmd-writes - how did you know i didn't feel like doing work?

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

excluding the ones i've flagged for deletion (when i get around to it) - 46.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

972,000 and i'm going to hit a million by the end of the year! i have one co-written collab so we can subtract about 30k (ish) from that total (but with ALTA i'll still make a milly woohoo).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White & Royal Blue, 911 Lone Star, Top Gun Maverick (occasionally)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

ah man this kills me because it excludes my most beloved fic (love game lol). in descending order:

Speak for Yourself (RWRB, my very first fic for that fandom! 2021 me in her study writing a random 3k first chapter could never have imagined being this lucky)

The Ring-In (with @dustratcentral) (911 Lone Star, this fic makes me feel like my Tarlos writing has gotten worse instead of better lmao)

Fifty First Dates (RWRB)

(Not) A Cinderella Story (RWRB)

Cursed is a State of Mind (with @dustratcentral) (RWRB, just about to hit 1k! there's something magical about an ifyoustay collab apparently)

jeez i never realised how RWRB heavy that is...

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. You put in the effort to comment on my work, I'm gonna put in the effort to reply to you. I appreciate comments so much, even if they're just emojis or one line or whatever. I appreciate every single one of them (except the mean ones).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't usually go here, but I think it has to be Contaminated (RWRB).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

99% of my fics have happy endings (except for the fic above lol) but I'd say the happiest ending is in (Un)Professional Services because they're So. In. Love. and they just *spoiler* together and they're about to *spoiler*.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Rarely and I usually ignore it or delete it (so there's no point doing it).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

A Lot. Usually served with a heavy side of feelings - I like it when the smut drives the plot, when it helps the characters have those Oh Shit realisations. I'm also a sucker for explicit, enthusiastic consent.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written like 30% of a RWRB/Lone Star crossover that may never see the light of day because I keep forgetting about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I don't know about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had a few of my fics translated by incredible people! Phonography, Warm Whispers and Baby, Make Your Move have all been translated and can be found above. I'm fine with people translating my fics, so long as they're linked to the original and remain on ao3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and I love it. I want to do it more often! @rmd-writes collab was an amazing experience. i've also loved working with @dustratcentral on so many of my more unhinged works.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't think I can choose between Alex/Henry and TK/Carlos.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably that damn crossover, unless there's like significant interest in me finishing it lmao.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh no. giving myself a compliment help. I would say worldbuilding. dialogue/banter. gratuitous feelings during sex.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

exposition. being concise. overwriting to the max @three-drink-amy (this is an attack on you as well but we are we).

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i've done it before but to be honest i'm scared to. 1) i don't want to get it wrong. 2) i don't want to annoy my very talented friends that can speak other languages by asking them 10 billion questions lol.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

...I plead the 5th.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Love Game. I don't care that it's not as popular. it's my child. Also, ALTA (because of the many tears that went into it). We are bonded by trauma.

open tag on this one and also calling: @reyesstrand @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @alrightbuckaroo @three-drink-amy @goodways @iboatedhere @wandering-night19 @birdclowns @liminalmemories21 @indomitable-love @clottedcreamfudge @sherryvalli @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @carlos-in-glasses @bonheur-cafe @theghostofashton @orchidscript @lemonlyman-dotcom @kiwiana-writes @freneticfloetry @sunshinestrand @nelsonnicholas @tailoredshirt @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @hippolotamus @dumbpeachjuice @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @louisii-reyes-strand @beautifulhigh @athousandrooms @villiageidiot @inflarescent @marjansmarwani @safeashousespdf @tintagel-or-cockleshells @sanjuwrites @lilythesilly @kiloskywalker @noxsoulmate

[irrealisms]

bro i had a whole ask and then tumblr reloaded the page and i lost it. i will attempt to retype it from memory

hi! ask game. if i could make you write anything, uhhh. more itzsubz. you have written him before, but usually when doing eclipse stuff you usually focus on zam and vitalasy more, and subz is My Special Guy. specific ideas, uhh. transfem subz? maybe transfem subzam? this is kind of already in the hwbm fic you posted, but id love to see more, maybe canonverse and also more, focused on them and gender stuff? hwbm fic was about lots of things, something Just about subz and zam and gender and the ways zam idealizes subz would be nice. also Different idea id love to see you write subz ableism moments, because it is so underrepresented in the fandom( understandable why i guess, but still.) and i think youd probably do it well? and then i was gonna say more things, but the rest of my ideas are things id like to see anyone write, rather than things id be super excited about you specifically writing

sent the ask and immediately thought of something id want to add. subz ableism yes, but also, just in general subz being kind of shitty. i feel like a lot of the fics make him better than he is and thats fair but also it isnt in character and i want fics where he is in character yknow. and i think youd be able to do this

thank you!!! honestly i feel like i said enough of what i want to say about my transfem subzam gender thoughts in their chapter of hwbm au that i'd struggle to do a full fic about it... hwbm au as a whole is def about more things but the subzam chapter is like a solid 1k of this and so idk how much more i'd be able to write on the topic without feeling like i was Repeating Myself yk (yes i know two cakes but i am less motivated to write when i dont feel like im doing something New). i should write more subz being kind of shitty though.....i feel like i wrote subz most in hwbm au where i ended up making the choice to make her Better than canon for au reasons but when writing canonverse i feel like i could do a reasonably canonically shitty subz in a way that a lot of people Dont Want To...... ty for the ask <33333 !!!

(if you could make me write anything, what would it be?)

[thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles]

One Drunken Kiss

best friend!Kiara Carrera x fem!reader x boyfriend!JJ Maybank

Warnings: swearing, Y/n is the bad guy at one point, cheating, talking about cheating, angsttttt, a couple arguments, excuse any errors I'm sick

WC: 1k

“I mean, c’mon, Kie, you can’t possibly think that Beyonce’s better than Zendaya? They’re from completely different backgrounds--”

“That’s not what I said! I said that I like Beyonce’s music better--”

“Which is stupid as hell--”

“Lemonade is way better than whatever Zendaya wrote for that bullshit Euphoria show--”

“And I’m telling you to listen to Zendaya, the album!”

Everything goes black for Kie as Sarah continues to argue her case, her smile evident in her voice.

“Guess who!” A low voice says in Kie’s ear, and she shivers.

“Sounds like JJ, but his hands aren’t this soft.”

“Excuse you--” JJ protests from somewhere on Kie’s left.

“They’re not, Jayj, and you know it. It’s Y/n, obviously. I mean, JJ, you smell like gasoline and weed. Y/n smells like coconut and salt water. And weed, a little bit.”

The hands come off her eyes and Kie blinks against the sunlight that glows across the marsh.

Y/n slides into her peripheral vision, stealing whatever beauty Kie had seen in the marsh as her eyes glow in the reflected light. 

“God, I’ll never get used to how pretty this is,” She sighs, a small smile gracing her lips.

“And I’ll never get used to how pretty you look when you’re out here,” JJ said, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “This doesn’t even compare to you, babe,” He pressed a teasing kiss to the junction of her neck and shoulder. 

Y/n, usually into JJ’s cheesy lines, squirmed away putting a hand on his chest and creating space between them.

Then she leaned in and whispered something, to which he frowned.

“Jesus. They’re fighting again,” Sarah mumbles. “They really just need to give it up.”

“They’re fighting?” Kie asks. “Again?”

“Yeah. Happens all the time. She used to be super into JJ’s clinginess, but I think she’s worried about hurting the rest of the group if they break up.”

“Since when are they having issues?”

“Since JJ got into that stupid fight with Rafe, you know, when they sunk Top’s boat.”

“Oh my God, really? That long?”

“I know. She only told me about it a couple days ago. She hates that he always starts fights with the kooks and shit, you know? Between you and me,” Sarah looked back at Kie. “I think she likes someone else. But you can’t tell you hadn’t noticed that his hundred-watt smile is down to seventy-five watts recently, Kie.”

“I mean… I guess I noticed,” Kie shrugged.

“Don’t you like JJ?” Kie wrinkled her nose and tried her best to play it off as yes, I do, but don’t tell anyone!

“What? No, I mean, he’s Y/n's boyfriend, and I’m not gonna… you know.”

Sarah grinned. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

---

Later that night, after smoking beers and drinking weed, Kie lay curled up on the couch, nearly asleep when the floorboard creaked.

Kie turned over and registered a hooded figure before she screamed.

“No, no, Kie, shh! It’s me, Y/n's!” She clicked on the light, and it was, in fact, Y/n, with a blanket engulfing her from head to toe.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n, you scared me!”

“Really? I couldn’t tell from your scream.”

Kie rolled her eyes.

“Right, sorry. Um, can I sleep out here? Just, like, in the chair?”

Kie scrunched her nose. “Sure? I mean, you’re just as entitled to this space as I am.”

“Right, yeah. Just checkin’.”

After a few moments of uncomfortable settling and silence, Kie looked at Y/n, whose neck was bent at a strange angle as she attempted to sleep upright.

“You can sleep over here, you know.”

“No, it’s okay--”

“Seriously, get your ass over here and tell me why you didn’t want to share with JJ.”

“Okay, fine,” Y/n moved from the chair to the pull-out and Kie faced her.

“So…?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Bullshit.”

“Whatever! I just… I don’t want to hurt him, Kie. I love him, you know I do, but I’m scared.”

“Scared you’ll break his heart?”

“Something like that. I was worried I’d sound conceited.”

Kie grinned in the dark. “He’s a big boy, Y/n. If you’re in a relationship you don’t want to be in, then leave it.”

Y/n nodded. “You’re right.”

“I know, dumbass.”

They lay there, eyes locked on the others as their soft breathing filled the room.

The AC kicked on, blowing a piece of Kiara’s hair into her eyes. Y/n reached out and brushed it away, her fingers trailing down Kie’s cheekbone and across her jaw.

Kie swallowed hard as Y/n's fingertips slipped around the back of her neck, causing Kie’s entire body to erupt in goosebumps.

Kie could feel Y/n's warm breath against her lips seconds before they were pressed against hers, soft and sweet.

The kiss was over at soon as it began, and then the bed springs protested as Y/n got up, footsteps echoing does the hallway. Kie could barely hear the door click as she touched her lips.

--- “I’m saying that I’m not just going to stand by while you cheat on me--”

“I’m not fucking cheating on you!”

“I know you kissed someone else!”

“One drunken kiss--”

“Is still a goddamn kiss, Y/n!”

“Jesus, J, are you really that insecure?”

“Are you fucking joking? I’m not insecure, you just admitted to kissing someone who wasn’t me!”

“I just told you it was an accident, J--”

“You don’t just accidentally kiss your best friend, Y/n!”

“You’re talking about Kie?”

“Of course I’m talking about Kie. You went out, kissed her, and came slithering back like nothing happened.”

“She doesn’t mean anything to me, JJ, not in a romantic sense. You’re the only one for me, I promise.” Her hands slid up his biceps and wound around his neck.

“Yeah? Well, you’re not the one for me. I’m done,” JJ took her wrists, unwound her arms, and pushed her back, turning away. “I… I really loved you, you know? And you treated me, and everything I ever gave you, like shit. And don’t pretend you didn’t. You’re not the victim here.”

[themculibrary]

Ms. Marvel (TV Show) Masterlist

A Family Affair (ao3) - TheGirlWhoRemembers muneeba/yusuf T, 1k

Summary: ‘So cute you all will look!’

-

Of all superheroes, why did Muneeba decide that Yusuf and Kamala should be Big Hulk and Little Hulk for AvengerCon?

and she means everything to me (ao3) - rebelcracker nakia/zoe T, 5k

Summary: how it begins: a haircut and a moment straight out of zoe's wildest fantasies.

how it ends: locker graffiti, secrets admitted, and something far more real than a fantasy.

Bookend (ao3) - Phierie bruno/kamala T, 3k

Summary: “I, uh,” Kamala starts, and Bruno’s eyebrow raises. “I wanted to say sorry. And thanks. But mostly sorry.”

“What for?” Bruno asks with a frown, and Kamala has to fight the urge to laugh, given that they’re sitting on the roof of what used to be the Circle Q as they speak.

(After everything, Kamala talks to Bruno.)

come back, be here (i don't wanna miss you like this) (ao3) - cryoshia bruno/kamala G, 1k

Summary: a peek into one of kamala and bruno's late night video calls. with her in jersey city and him in pasadena, they find difficulty in communicating how they truly feel about the growing distance between them.

Fracture (ao3) - Silent_but_Artemis bruno/kamala G, 5k

Summary: An addition to the end of Episode 3: Destined to fill in some blanks. What happened after Kamala left Bruno and Nakia that night? How did Bruno end up with his arm in a cast and was Nakia able to get the full story of Kamala's powers explained to her?

i need you like a heartbeat (ao3) - cryoshia bruno/kamala T, 3k

Summary: kamala khan has a nightmare that edges toward reality. terrified that it might come true, she contacts the first person that comes to mind for comfort.

It's Just Djinn-etics (ao3) - Raointean aamir/tyesha G, 1k

Summary: We never really saw what happened when Aamir found out about the whole "Your great-grandmother was a djinn" thing (understandably so, as it would have seriously messed up the pacing) so I wrote it! Featuring Khan family adorableness.

I've Run Through the Night for You (ao3) - LadyM_17 aamir/tyesha T, 1k

Summary: After the wedding, it took Aamir a while to get used to sleeping with a woman. In that sense, yes, but also in the perfectly acceptable sense of there was someone in the bed with him now. 

He’d pull the blankets towards him, only for them to get tugged back. He’d roll over, and find another person there. It was an adjustment, and it was one he was only too happy to make because this was his wife. But needless to say, he was sleeping a little lighter than he used to.

Not that it mattered because when the screaming started he figured nothing short of chloroform could have him sleep through that. He shot up in bed, waking up Tyesha from where she’d been resting her head on his chest.  

Me And My Friends Going to Pride As Allies (ao3) - IndigosAbyss G, 2k

Summary: …They're all queer and think each of them is the only one.

Mistakes of Identity (ao3) - TheGirlWhoRemembers nakia/miguel T, 6k

Summary: Assumptions: aggravating, annoying, reductive; often sexist, racist, Islamophobic, homophobic or so on.

Nakia Bahadir tries to do better and make the world better every day.

But she’s only human – and a teen girl at that. She makes mistakes. She makes assumptions.

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Or, in which Nakia assumes her parents don’t like her boyfriend because he’s Colombian and his family’s Catholic, which she thinks is very hypocritical.

She assumes wrong.

Paristan (ao3) - avani G, 1k

Summary: Sana Ali leaves home behind, and finds home anyway.

Priority is a Singular Word (ao3) - Write_To_You bruno/kamala G, 2k

Summary: Kamala comes back to the United States to find both Kamran and Bruno in the hospital.

sapphire and emerald (ao3) - skydriver G, 1k

Summary: “Are you going to explode?”

“Am I going to explode?” Kamran stares at him, wide-eyed. The pulses of green and yellow light intensify. “Shit—I don’t—I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Forget I said anything.” Bruno squeaks. “Kamala is going to kill me if you blow up in some random alleyway.”

Teenage Dreams (ao3) - Tamoline kamala/zoe T, 3k

Summary: Kamala bounces into the gym. “Hey guys! Hope I’m not interrupting a video!” She comes over and gives each of them a swift hug after ascertaining that she is, in fact, not interrupting. And, oh, she might have missed Nakia’s hugs, but they pale in comparison to Kamala’s. Zoe does her best to not enjoy them too much, given Kamala’s Kamala, giving affection freely and without thought. She’s not sure what her face does, but when she looks back at Nakia, she has a knowing glint in her eyes.

‘Oh,’ Nakia mouths when Kamala’s looking the other direction, rambling adorably about her day.

Zoe blushes, looks away. Thankfully Kamala, at least, doesn’t notice anything.

Crap.

The Grandmother Paradox (ao3) - lauraschiller T, 840

Summary: Kamala tells Sana the full story of what happened on that train station.

Three Times Kamala Thought About Revealing Her Identity And One Time She Didn’t (ao3) - Redrikki G, 1k

Summary: Three times Kamala Khan thought about revealing her secret identity and one time she knew better.

waltz #2 (ao3) - DlBELLA bruno/kamran, kamala/kareem, nakia/zoe G, 2k

Summary: Kamala drags Bruno to prom, even after the whole superhero fiasco. She has a surprise for him.

We got it wrong (ao3) - missingcrowdsof1000s bruno/kamala T, 3k

Summary: A peek into Bruno’s mind when he tells Kamala what he discovered about the origin of her powers.

When Are You Telling Her? (ao3) - JTWriter12345 T, 1k

Summary: Before Bruno leaves for Caltech, Nakia confronts him about his feelings for a certain someone.

[holdmytesseract]

Congrats on 1k!

My favourite line would be from For Evigt by Volbeat: happiness, I'm sorry you've been on hold . I would love Tom Hiddleston himself, please and thank you, you gem 💕

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting and especially your kind words! 🥰 I hope you like what I wrote! 🧡 I chose a very young Tom for this, but we talked about this. 😉

Warnings: mutual pining? fluff

Word Count: 1058

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song:

The Long Way 'Round

"You are kidding me, right?" Emma literally snorted out, as she sat across from you at the small table in the cosy coffee shop in London. It was a very rainy day today. Big grey clouds were hanging in the sky of London - typically British weather. That was one reason why you agreed to meet up with your friend Emma - sister of your schoolgirl crush, and now, uh, adulthood and actor crush, Tom. The other reason was, that you hadn't seen her in ages and today, the both of you had finally time to meet up.

You shook your head, scratching the back of your neck nervously. "No, I'm not." The blonde, young woman shook her head; clearly in disbelief. "Y/N... I just can't believe it... For how many years are you drooling over my brother now, huh? Since when do you have a crush on him?" "Uh... Since, uh, since college..." "Exactly!" Emma exclaimed, throwing her hands helplessly in the air. "You went to college together. You went to university together; spent so much time together - and not just in school...  You did 'Unrelated' together - and are now about to do 'Wallander' together! Hence, Y/N, you two are obviously head over heels into each other! Everybody can see this - except you and Tom..." You felt your cheeks redden at her words. Emma wasn't wrong. You were head over heels into Tom - for years now. But you never gotten any signals from Tom, that you were more for him than just his best friend... Shrugging helplessly your shoulders, you replied: "H-He never gave me any signs... How should I know?" Emma looked at you, dumbfounded, blinking. "He didn't give you any signs? Sweetie, he gave you so many signs, I lost counting!" "W-What? What are you talking about?" Emma blinked again. "Seriously?! Did you never notice how he looks at you? Or how he always tries to be close to you? Gods, he's so nervous around you from time to time as well and he already introduced you to our whole family! His hand is always close to you and he smiles and laughs so much more! Y/N, if that isn't love, I don't know what it is..." You just stared at Emma for a moment, letting her words sink in. Nobody else had told you that before, but now that she had said it out loud, everything was suddenly making sense. Several scenes and pictures played out in your mind; your brain showing you the 'evidences' like a movie in a cinema. She was right... Emma was so right... Suddenly you saw everything clear now. How could you be so blind? "E-Emma, I..." You stammered; your brain overwhelmed by the sudden realisation. "Y-You are right, I... Gods, I was so blind..." The blonde woman nodded, giggling victoriously. "You were, yep... But don't worry, Tom is blind, too." Just as you wanted to answer her, you heard the significant ringtone, coming from your mobile - which told you Tom was trying to call you.

Emma seemed to notice, that you blushed even further, causing her to count one and one together. "Answer him!" She urged you, nudging your side. You did, accepted the call. "Tommy?" "Hi, darling." The Brit's charming, happy voice sounded through the speaker. "I just wanted to ask, if our date with the cinema still stands?" Your eyes widened. Shit, you forgot about it. "Um, yes, of course, sure!" "Great. I'll pick you up in an hour, alright?" "That's perfect, thank you." "Great! I'm looking forward to it. Bye!" "Me too, bye!" You hung up again, facing Emma again. "The cinema date?" "Uh.Huh. He picks me up in an hour, so, uh, I guess I should leave now. Is it okay for you if I-" Your friend didn't even let you finish your sentence. "Of course, go! And don't forget to finally tell him you love him!"

About one and a half hours later, you and Tom sat in the cinema, watching 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth'. It wasn't a super scary movie, but a few scenes caused you to flinch and reaching instinctively for Tom's hand. You pulled your hand away again, of course, but at some point, you just forgot to pull away. It felt so right, was so soothing and comfortable, that your hand stayed in his until the credits of the movie rolled. Only then did you notice your 'faux-pas'...

"O-Oh, Tom, I'm sorry!" You stammered, trying to retreat your hand from his hand. But Tom didn't let you, just gripped on tighter. He loved the feeling of your hand in his. "I-I just forgot about it a-and needed something to hold on and-" You tried to quickly and hastily explain - but got shut up by Tom's lips suddenly crashing into yours. It was something you definitely didn't see coming. It was quite a bit out of the blue. Before your brain was able to catch up and your mouth ready to kiss back, Tom pulled back again; now clearly embarrassed and sad that you seemingly didn't have the same feelings for him. "I-I, uh, I'm so sorry, darling! I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, because, I-I just took a chance, thinking that you probably are-" This time, you decided to just cut him off and lean over to kiss him, taking now Tom by surprise. The curly haired man's eyebrows shot up, shock, but also relief painted all over his face. He didn't hesitate, kissed you back and pulled you closer while cupping your cheeks in his hands.

Panting and out of breath from the long overdue kiss you shared, you smiled at Tom - and Tom was giving you a toothy grin in return. "Why did we do that only now, Y/N? Gods, we wasted so many years..." You huffed, knowing that he was right. "Yeah... Sadly this is true. We pretty much took the long way 'round, eh?" You said, taking both his hands into yours, not bothering the leaving people around you and him. Tom was beaming by now, his baby blue eyes shining. "Happiness, I'm sorry you've been on hold - but not anymore." You had to giggle at Tom's almost poetic words, before you nodded, "Not anymore..." and leaned in to kiss him again.