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[brunettemarionette]

Asexual reader rejecting the boys advances.

⤷ female reader, human, asexual, no mentions of race or body type.

🩸— this may become a series of ace!reader x lost boys. i'm not sure what kind of ace it will be? i'm thinking polyromantic ace where it's not sexual but is romantic.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

We don't have to take our clothes off by Jermaine Stewart

Under the neon glow of the boardwalk, you sauntered with an air of confidence, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore serving as your background music. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and chatter, the vibrant energy infectious as you made your way through the bustling crowd.

You couldn't help but chuckle as the blond rocker, Paul, sauntered up to you with the swagger of a seasoned flirt, introducing himself with a grin.

His enthusiasm was palpable, his steps like a playful dance as he walked backward, narrowly avoiding collisions with passersby. His energy was infectious, reminiscent of a golden retriever eager to make a new friend.

With a mischievous grin, Paul leaned in, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, babe, how about it? You and me, a ride on my bike. I promise to hold on tight if you get scared," he teased, practically bouncing excitedly.

You flashed him a coy smile, patting his shoulder as you gracefully sidestepped his invitation. "I'll pass, thanks,". His expression shifted from exuberance to confusion, his excitement deflating like a popped balloon. It seemed he was at a loss for words, stunned by your rejection.

As you continue along the boardwalk, the vibrant lights of the amusement park beckon in the distance, accompanied by the excited screams of thrill-seekers. Ignoring the lingering confusion of Paul behind you, you press on, leaving his bewildered gaze trailing after you.

It wasn't the first time you'd left someone dumbfounded by your response, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. You were accustomed to navigating the dance of rejection, effortlessly sidestepping advances with grace and poise.

Moments later, Paul caught up to you, his easy grin replaced by a more subdued demeanor. "Sorry if I came on too strong," he offered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just thought… well, you seemed interested."

You offered him a reassuring expression, your tone light and playful. "No worries," you replied casually, smirking at the subtle shift in his demeanor. "I'm just not really into the whole riding-on-the-back-of-motorcycles thing, which really means I-want-in-your-pants. Besides, I've got other plans tonight."

The blond's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Other plans, huh? Mind if I ask what they are?" he inquires, his curiosity evident. With a wink, you leave him to ponder your cryptic response as you continue your solitary journey.

Paul walks over to the guys, almost in shock, as he tells them what just really happened. Marko smirks, patting him on the shoulder mockingly, and then proceeds to push past him to 'show him how it's done.'

As you strolled onward, you couldn't help but reflect on the encounter with Paul. It was a familiar dance, one you'd performed countless times before with both men and women alike. Some people didn't take rejection so well at times.

Immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of the bustling boardwalk, you couldn't shake the feeling that tonight held something different, something unexpected.

Before long, another figure stepped beside you, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. This guy was shorter than Paul but blond, too. His hair was styled in curls, and he had a baby face that also reminded you of a Greek statue from a museum.

Marko introduced himself with a charming smile and a twinkle in his eye, his enthusiasm almost matching Paul's in its fervor. "Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I join you for a stroll?" he asks with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he bites his thumb in a playful gesture.

You allowed yourself a playful smile, intrigued by Marko's forwardness. "Sure, why not?" you replied with a slight shrug. But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but notice a familiar pattern emerging, a relentless pursuit that seemed destined to end in rejection.

As you walk together, Marko tries his best to charm you with compliments and jokes, but his efforts fall flat against your steadfast resolve. Despite his best attempts, you sense his growing frustration as you politely deflect his advances.

Eventually, Marko's facade crumbles, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I don't understand," he admits with a shake of his head, his shock shining through. "I've never been turned down like this before."

He was the one in the group who could usually best lure people in. A few times during a lure, he only had to look at a woman once, and she was his, but with you, it was like a reversal.

You offer him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm reassuringly. "Hey, it happens to the best of us," you say gently. But trust me, it's not you. It's something else. I'll see you around, Marko." you reassure him, your words echoing with empathy.

With that, you bid Marko farewell as you continued your journey along the boardwalk, leaving him to contemplate your parting words as you forge ahead. He, too, goes back to the guys with a frown; Paul lets out a wild roar of a laugh when he realizes that Marko has struck out.

Enjoying the salty breeze and the sound of waves crashing against the shore, you soon find yourself approached by another guy. With his dark, mysterious aura and brooding demeanor, he exudes an undeniable magnetism.

"Hey there," he says in a low, husky voice as you draw near. "You look like you could use some company. Would you mind if I joined you?" He questions before introducing himself as Dwayne and also keeps a respectful distance.

This was a far cry from Paul's arm that he had slung over your shoulder and Marko's shoulder-to-shoulder walk.

You smile at his straightforward approach, admiring his confidence but also liking how respectful he was off the bat. "I don't mind at all," you reply, nodding for him to fall into step beside you; this was becoming somewhat of a pattern.

Although these guys were weirdly understanding about being shot down. It's clear they're all very handsome, and even though you don't feel anything sexual towards them, you still have eyes, and somehow, you feel safe with the way they react to being rejected.

As you walk together, Dwayne remains mostly silent, his presence a comforting and calming presence at your side. Occasionally, he'll offer a small smile or a nod in response to something you say, but for the most part, he seems content to simply walk in silence.

Despite his quiet demeanor, you find yourself drawn to him, intrigued by the air of mystery that surrounds him. There also feels like an untold story tugging at you, trying to pull you in like a good book in the middle of a rainstorm.

Then again, it felt that way with Paul and Marko, too.

When you finally come to a stop at the end of the boardwalk, Dwayne turns to face you, his expression unreadable but his eyes understanding. "Thank you for letting me walk with you," he says softly, his dark eyes meeting yours. "It was nice."

You return his smile, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you. He hadn't tried to ask you out even though you had a feeling that's what his company was for initially. "Anytime," you reply, giving him an appreciative smile before heading off.

After a few minutes, I feel a chill come over me and let out a small gasp seeing yet another guy walking beside me; this one gives off an aura of 'no fucks', and he was the only one who hadn't asked to walk with you but was doing it anyway.

He simply introduced himself as David, then lit up a cigarette.

As you walk together, no matter how hard he tries to charm you, you remain calm and collected, brushing off every flirtatious comment or suggestive wording. It was like David was firing everything he had in his arsenal, but they bounced off you effortlessly.

With each rejection, David's confidence begins to waver, his facade of cockiness slowly crumbling away to reveal a hint of vulnerable confusion beneath. It's clear that he's not used to being turned down, especially by someone as captivating as yourself.

Eventually, David stops abruptly, his expression a mixture of frustration and admiration. "You're something else, you know that?" he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never met anyone like you before."

You smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," you reply with a soft smile. You realize it's a sad but true statement, but you handle the situation graciously and tactfully.

Offering him a sympathetic smile as you bid him farewell, seeing the other guys standing together not too far away, watching with rapt interest. "Don't take it personally. It's a me thing," you say to David with a slight shrug, as his cool blue eyes can only watch as you continue on your way.

As the night wears on, the Lost Boys find themselves gathered around a crackling campfire, the warm glow casting flickering shadows across their blood-smeared faces. Despite their best efforts, none of them have been able to sway you with their charms, and they can't help but feel a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

"So let me get this straight," Paul says, his brow furrowed in confusion. "None of us were able to win her over? Not even a little?"

David shakes his head, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It seems that way," he replies, his tone laced with amusement.

Marko sighs frustratedly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I still can't believe it," he mutters, his expression mixed with disbelief and admiration. "We've never met anyone like her before."

Dwayne remains silent, his dark eyes twinkling with a knowing glint as he observes the scene unfolding before him.

David breaks the tension with a grin, his confidence undiminished. "Well, boys," he declares, his voice ringing out with a hint of admiration. "I think it's safe to say we've met our match. And what a match she is."

With a collective nod of agreement, the Lost Boys dispersed into the night, their spirits lifted by the thrill of the chase, even if it ended in defeat.

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Unexpected Turn Of Events

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Wednesday Addams x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You’d been pretty sure of your relationship with your boyfriend Tyler— until the new girl Wednesday Addams comes to Jericho but maybe your heartbreak is temporary when not all is as it seems.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | no physical cheating but Tyler is an asshole, small angst but happy ending.

"You what?!" The words assaulted your ears, causing a momentary lapse of comprehension.

It was Tyler who had fervently pursued you last year, even going to lengths to prove that your Nevermore origins didn't faze him. Yet, here he was a year later, confessing that he had developed feelings for the new girl, Wednesday Addams.

Tyler sighed, rubbing his face, and your sharp intake of breath drew the attention of a few onlookers. Most notably, Wednesday herself, the unwitting recipient of your now ex-boyfriend's affections. "I'm sorry, I just—" he began, his words faltering as if he couldn't find the right explanation.

"You're what, Tyler? Out of excuses?" you scoffed, incredulous. Everyone, yourself included, had noticed the magnetic allure of the enigmatic Wednesday Addams. Still, you never anticipated your boyfriend breaking up with you in a crowded coffee shop to pursue her.

You had believed him every time he explained that the time he had been spending with Wednesday meant nothing except him helping out a newcomer. Tyler was that nice guy, the 'boy-next-door' type, so you never once doubted him.

"Tyler?" a monotonous voice called from behind you, and your heart sank. This was it—the moment of your first heartbreak. Tyler would likely ask Wednesday out, leaving you humiliated in front of everyone.

It was bad enough to be known as the person who began to date a normie, but to be dumped by one of them? You could kiss your social life goodbye.

Your now ex-boyfriend turned to the stoic Wednesday with a hopeful smile, greeting her and Enid, who stood behind her roommate, offering you a sympathetic glance.

"Hey Wednesday! So, uh, I was wondering if you were interested in going out sometime?" The dark-haired girl was silent as Tyler fumbled his words while she stared with her piercing gaze. "uh, like with me... like a date?".

"No," she stated simply, and your eyes widened at her straightforward refusal. Even with her usual stoic attitude, you had been sure that she would say yes.

Tyler deflated visibly, his once hopeful smile now a sad frown. "Oh, yeah, sure. Maybe another time?" he mumbled, reverting to his old, less confident self.

This was him, your old Tyler. The one who spent weeks asking you out, trying to get you to say yes, but now hearing it on to another person made you realize how desperate it sounded. 

Honestly, it was cringeworthy to hear him stutter.

Wednesday, unfazed, tilted her head, almost deadpan in her expression. It was like she wasn't even considering the offer. "No, I don't think so."

Tyler huffed a laugh, and it pained you to stand and watch as he flirted with her in front of you, but for some reason, you couldn't leave either; it was morbid of you, but you wanted to see how it ended, "I know; you're not into being more than friends but how will you know if you don't try."

Wow, that hurt, so he had already tried to ask her out?

Wednesday stared at him, unyielding. "You're right. I'm not more-than-friend material. I will ignore you, stomp on your heart, and always put my needs and interests first, but I think..." She paused as if considering her following words carefully.

Enid whispered in her ear, serving as her personal cheerleader. "Go on, Wednesday."

"I can try—for you." Her words, aimed at you, resonated in the stunned silence that followed. Gasps from the onlookers confirmed Wednesday's affections lay with you.

"Me?" you stammered, trying to comprehend that Wednesday was addressing you, not your bumbling ex-boyfriend, not Xavier, who had tried and failed multiple times, but you.

"Her?" Tyler questioned almost simultaneously, his shock evident. It seemed he couldn't believe Wednesday wanted you instead of him.

"Enid thinks the dance is a good place to start," Wednesday informs you as she crosses her hand in front of her as you stay silent. "...Are you really going to make me ask?" She forces out, almost like her explanation of her intentions was the invitation to be her date.

Nevermore is hosting a 'Midnight Bewitching' Ball, not as big or important as the upcoming Rave'N dance, but still, a chance to spend time with someone special. The theme was obviously all things bewitching, dark, and mysterious.

You had planned to ask Tyler until he abruptly ended your relationship.

Thing tapped Wednesday's shoulder rapidly, prompting her to sigh and roll her eyes. Glancing from glancing from the appendage to you, she finally asked, "Will you... go to the dance... with me?"

"You really want to go with me?" Wednesday only nods as stoically as usual, but you detect a tiny flicker of concern in her eye. She was experienced at concealing her emotions, but the fear of rejection was apparently universal.

"Okay. We'll go together... but to show me you truly mean it, I want you to pick out something with more... color." Enid let out a happy squeal behind her but quickly apologized for her outburst when Wednesday slowly turned to glare at her.

"This is a test?" Your date questions with a subtle smirk turning up at the edges of her mouth. It seemed Wednesday Addams enjoyed the thrill of a challenge. "Fine, meet me at the staircase of Ophelia Hall. 7pm sharp."

With that, she turned and walked away, Enid following eagerly but not before giving you a bubbly wink. You could hear her asking Wednesday about her color palette as the door slowly closed behind them.

As the door closed behind them, you turned to see Tyler and the other patrons of the coffee shop watching you in disbelief. It occurred to you that you hadn't truly seen Tyler's shortcomings until this moment.

"I'm sorry, Ty. I didn't mean to steal your girl," you grinned, leaving him behind as he scoffed. Your heartbreak had shifted, and now you were strangely drawn to the pig-tailed goth, Wednesday Addams.

As you walked away from the coffee shop, leaving Tyler with his wounded pride and the gossiping crowd, a mix of emotions swirled within you. 

The unexpected turn of events left you with a newfound sense of empowerment, and the prospect of attending the Midnight Bewitching Ball with Wednesday Addams ignited a spark of excitement.

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Y/n: I've finally found you

Hermione: Just say what you want to say to me, I'm not in the mood

Y/n: Oh? You don't want to play today?

Hermione: No Y/n I don't.

Y/n coming closer to Hermione: Who's upset you?

Hermione: What?

Y/n: Someone's upset you, and only I can do that, so who did it?

Hermione: Ron…

Y/n: Splendid, I was dying to torture him anyway…

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Harold Biddle | Goosebumps 2023 |

"So, sorry, I know it must be disappointing, knowing that your son's a loser"

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steve and eddie are high-fiving somewhere

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the feeling |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: a little tipsy, definitely hungry, and missing carmen, you find your way to the restaurant after closing to see him.

my first work/ blurb here <3 I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

contains: 18+minors dni. mentions of a gun and alcohol but not in a bad way lol? established relationship. slight mentions of a dom/sub dynamic. language. but really just fluff fluff fluff <3

"Yo! We're fucking closed!" Richie's voice boomed, throwing down the rag on the table. He huffed, teeth gritting, trying to remember to count yet he was still reaching for the gun in holster. Sure, he could be calm, but he still needed to be safe.

The pounding on the glass continued, a muffled, giggly scream from the other side of the blinds hiding the entrance. "Richie! Let us innnn!"

"Cousin," Carmen yelled from the back, running a bandaged hand through his curls. "What's goin' on?"

Richard rolled his eyes, peeking through the blinds to confirm his suspicions. Just as he thought, there you were, standing on the sidewalk in fucking Chicago with your heels in your hand, leaning onto your friend for support. Carmy was gonna be pissed, that was for certain.

"It's your girl." Richie scoffed, twisting the lock so it unfastened with a loud click, the bell trilling when he pulled it open.

"Richie!" You cheered, staggering on your feet. "Told you they'd still be here." You told Alicia, looping an arm around hers.

"My girl?" Carmen repeated, pushing the swinging doors of the kitchen, heavy chef's clogs on the freshly mopped ground.

"The hell you doin'?" Richie looked at you, face deadpanned and unimpressed. His arm held the door open for you and your friend anyways, jerking his head so the two of you huddled in.

"We did karaoke tonight." You grinned at Richie, clutching the nearest booth when you passed to steady yourself.

Karaoke night was a once a month occurrence, down at Trader Todd's. Carmen had went twice with you and Alicia before, it was a little too touristy for him, but he liked watching you sing. He'd laughed so hard his sides hurt when you serenaded a Nickelback song to him because "it seemed like something he'd like". It was good, nice to laugh like that. It was nice to be with you.

Carmen furrowed his brow, hands thrown out towards you lightly. "What are ya doin'?" He asked, rag slung over his shoulder.

You rolled your lip, eyes trailing down his tattooed, veiny arms. "Just left karaoke." You hummed, striding playfully over to him. "Got hungry and I just so happen to know a place with the best fries in the world."

Carmen snorted when you looped your arms around his neck, swaying with him gently. Richie huffed, eyeing Alicia at the booth. "We're closed. Didn't you see the sign?"

"Can't make an exception for us?" You pouted, looking over your shoulder at Richie. "C'mon, we came all this way for nothing? Not a single fry?"

"You walked here?" Carmen's eyes flashed at you.

"You need a cuppa coffee is what you need." Richie rolled his eyes, ignoring his cousin's comment.

"Ooh, I'd take a cup of coffee." Alicia nodded, head propped on her hand at the freshly cleaned booth, still a little wet and sticky. "And a slice of cake."

"Mmm," You nodded in agreement, grinning at her.

"Hey," Carmen's hand cradled your jaw gently, tugging your gaze back to him. "Did you walk here?"

"No." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, curling into his calloused hands anyways. "We Ubered."

"Good." Carmen hummed, his hand pressing to the small of your back, pushing you closer into his touch. "I'd have your ass if you did, you hear me?" He muttered, low and gravelly in your ear, hand trailing down to the swell of your ass, squeezing the fatty flesh through your dress. A warning or simply just him being playful, you weren't sure, but you flushed nonetheless, knees buckling.

"Kitchen's closed." Carmen announced, looking at you and Alicia, both your boos and cries of protest a chorus bouncing off the empty walls. "But I'll make you a fresh pot of coffee and see if we have any left over cake, but you," His finger poked your side, leaving you squealing and squirming in his grasp. "Have to clean up."

"Yes, Chef." You saluted him playfully.

Carmen rolled his eyes, but pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Brief and light, not nearly the same kiss he gave you this morning before he left for work. When you were still rolled up in the warm covers, eyes fluttering with sleep, the light of the morning on your skin.

Carmen patted your ass lightly, before turning back to go to the kitchen. You grinned triumphantly, snagging two forks and napkins before sliding into the booth across from Alicia. Richie's face fell, dropping the rag on the table he was cleaning.

"Oh, no fuckin' way. Cousin!" Richie yelled, stomping towards the kitchen. "Carmen, we're closed!"

"I got is, cousin. You can go." Carmen nodded towards the door, scooping the ground beans into the pot. "Gotta take them home anyways. I'll finish up."

Richie's face fell slightly, eyes bouncing from Carmen back to you and your friend, giggling over your phones, slumped into the booths.

Carmen looked at him, brow raised at his displeasure. "What?"

Richie huffed. "I just finished cleanin' the tables, and-and I'm tryin' real hard here to help you out and be better, but cousin, you gotta-"

"-They'll clean it up." Carmen said firmly, pressing the button firmly. "Or my girl will. I'll make sure of it, alright? I got it."

"Carmy-"

"-Look, Richie, I appreciate you helping me. I do. You've done real good too." Carmen said genuinely. "But I got it covered. Why don't you go sit with them? Tell Alicia the Bill Murray story, she'll like it." He nodded towards your friend.

Richie's ears perked, turning to look at the girl across from you. His love life was still shit, that was for sure, bad date after bad date. "You think?" Richie asked in a low tone.

Carmen shrugged casually. "Sure, yeah. Watch. Hey, baby," Carmen called to you. "You ever told Alicia about when Richie met Bill Murray?"

"Oh my God, no." You giggled, head tipping back onto the booth.

"Wait," Alicia looked over at Richie with a small grin. "Bill Murray? Ghostbusters, Bill Murray?"

"Yes, holy shit, Richie you hafta tell her." You giggled, tapping the table lightly. "He got him to do his voicemail and-"

"- Hold on, you gotta start from the beginning or it'll make no sense." Richie held his hands up, sauntering over to the two of you. "Alright, so I'm absolutely hammered. It's six-forty-five in the fucking morning, me and Mikey are leavin' the bar just drunk outta our minds..." Richie pulled a chair up to the table, exaggeratedly launching into his story.

Carmen smirked to himself, cutting two slices of cake and plating them off the still warm, clean dishes. He could hear Richie's voice trilling louder and louder, your laugh a delicate melody that soothed his chest, filled it with warmth.

Carmen slid beside you, just in time for the voice mail, setting your coffee and plate next to you. You muttered a small thank you, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you moved into his side.

"No shit, it's still your voicemail?" Alicia gasped, eyes shining at Richie's

"Swear to God." Richie held his hands up. "Call it right now, you'll hear it."

Alicia looked over at you. You nodded, picking up your fork. "It's true."

"Well, now I gotta hear it for myself." Alicia declared, snatching her phone off the table. "What's your number?"

Richie flushed for a second, faltering before he sputtered out the number. You looked up at Carmen, brows raised in amusement. He shrugged lightly, pushing the coffee closer to you. "Drink it f'me, please."

You cradled the still steaming mug, lifting it to your lip while Alicia's jaw dropped, hearing Bill Murray's voice on the other end. "Oh my God!" She gasped, laughing. "That is so fucking amazing!"

"Thank you!" Richie threw a hand out to her. "It is fucking amazing. My proudest accomplishment- well, beside my daughter, of course, but a close second."

"How old is your daughter?" Alicia scooted closer, lashes batting towards Richie as he pulled out his phone to flick through photos.

You smirked, looking up at Carmen. "Thanks for the cake," You hummed, resting your head on his arm. "And the coffee."

"Anything for you, c'mon." Carmen shrugged, trying to hide the blush he felt rising in his cheeks. He hadn't done this before, really, had a relationship like this. One that felt this good. One where he felt this safe with someone.

"I'll clean it up, promise." You yawned, lashes fluttering, while your head fell heavier and heavier pressed on his bicep. "Hand wash 'em if you want me too."

"I know you will." Carmen muttered, shimmying his arm out so he could wrap it around you, letting you fall into his chest.

He didn't let you clean up, though. You stayed half awake, a little woozy and sleepy in the booth, listening to Alicia and Richie's playful flirting. You'd tried to get up, but he snatched the plate gently from you before you could, nodding at you to stay put.

You held his hand the whole way back to the apartment, resting in the center console, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. Richie had offered to take Alicia home, which she eagerly agreed to, leaving the two of you to return to your own place.

Carmen shimmying your dress off you gently, tucking you under the covers with him. The apartment didn't have the same haunting presence here that his old one did. Not tainted with nightmares or fears. No, here he felt good. Happy memories he'd created with you, loving ones that filled his chest with contentment. He still had his moments, waking in a cold sweat screaming and clinging to you, but they were becoming scarcer with each day. He took care of you, and you took care of him- it was everything he'd ever fucking wanted.

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Neon Sticky Notes

prompt: ( requested ) reminding your boyfriend you love him one sticky note at a time.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader

fandom: FX's The Bear

word count: 2.4k+

note: baby gets what baby wants! God, do i hope this is what you want, my baby...

warnings: probably cursing, Carmy needs a nap, men being simps, this is short and sweet! it's FINALLY edited!!!

You knew he was struggling. Worn-out, beaten down, exhausted, run ragged, amuck, and into the ground.

It was evident in the way he carried himself; the prominent bags under his eyes, the way he tossed and turned in bed before being found on the living room couch in the morning. His hair seemed greasier then usual, his skin turning gaunt and grey, and you knew he wasn't making time to eat.

By comparison, you had a simple job, something corporate and in an office. Something that made decent money; something you were good at, something you could find pride in doing.

However, Carmy's job as a chef was different; being more than stressful, and while coupled together for years now, it was still a work-in-progress each time Carmen started on a new venture. Owning, running, and converting The Beef into something "better" should've been no different, only it was - it was totally different. Carmy was frazzled, looking deranged some evenings, as if operating on adrenaline, and you were at a loss on how to help.

So, you resorted to a natural instinct - communicating.

Carmy needed reassurance, he needed support, he needed to be loved for who he is, exactly how he was, in order to keep his head on straight. You never did mind the challenge that was Carmen Berzatto, finding him akin to a puzzle. So, on your way home from work one evening, you stopped at a CVS to grab a pack of neon, multi-colored sticky notes and a brand new Sharpie marker.

You had an idea.

When you got back to your shared apartment, you unloaded the groceries you needed onto the counters before calling Carmy. "Hey, baby," he answered on the third ring, usual kitchen clatter in the background, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, all good."

"Sure? Sound outta breath."

"The elevator's broken, I got groceries," you groaned, "and have been skipping the gym for a couple weeks."

He chuckled, "Never skip leg day, baby, you know it's our house motto."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever - hush. I'm just wondering if you had an ETA for tonight? I have an early morning meeting, so I want to go to sleep early."

"Uh," he trailed, a muffled ruffling sounding over the line before a small clatter that made him sigh, "yeah, um, you know what? I really don't know, baby, I'm sorry. You do your thing and I'll be quiet when I get in, just leave my stuff on the couch."

"No, come to bed," you whined slightly, "I miss you."

"Miss you, too, princess. I'll be there," he promised.

You finished putting all groceries away; the dishes following, then you got started on prepping dinner. Look, you were no cook - that was all Carmy. But you weren't totally useless in a kitchen, so, you didn't mind taking over most meals now that Carmy was waist-deep in The Beef's bullshit. You played music as you cooked, poured a glass of wine, danced around, and tried to think of a list of encouraging things to remind Carmy. You ate dinner alone, and when done with clean-up, faced off with your sticky notes and Sharpie.

The first note was scribbled and stuck on the covered plate in the fridge: Bone Apple Teeth, Chef!

Then you wrote a note to leave at the door where Carm was sure to drop his keys: make sure you eat the plate I left you!

Humming, you pondered a moment before smirking and writing a third note to be left on the TV remote: I know you too well. come to bed.

Lastly, you wrote a fourth and final note to be left in the bathroom: great job today, Chef! you're killing it!

You were fast asleep when he got home. He found the note in the key bowl, smirking at your kindness and thoughtfulness. Carmy saw the messily-drawn heart and pocketed the note, toeing off his shoes and entering the kitchen. He reheated the plate you left, pocketed the second note after a silent grin of amusement, and when ready, took his hot food to the couch.

Carmy laughed when he found your third note. He left it on the table as he ate, half-watching the news segment he flipped on. When he was full and his plate clear, Carmy turned the TB off, pocketed your note, set everything in the dishwasher, started it, and then went into the bathroom. Another soft chuckle emitted as he pulled the final note in his hand - and you already know he saved it.

When he got in your shared room, he made sure to leave the notes in a random shoe box, stashing it in his closet, changed for the night, and crawled into bed with you.

This was a regular occurrence now: Carmy came home late to a barrage of sticky notes, saved them all, then crashed in bed with you. You missed each other, but understood scheduling just didn't line up right now. It wasn't like you two never saw one another, you still did - but it wasn't like it was. Time together now felt fleeting, as if you had to savor everything, so you made the most of your situation.

Was it overcompensation? Possibly. But Carmy adored your notes.

Sometimes, you'll be sat in the living room, reading a book, working on your laptop, or scrolling Instagram on your phone, while he cooks and he finds a note left on the milk carton that reads: I am UDDERLY in love with you!

Get it? 'Cause cows have udders? You were pretty proud of that pun.

Other times, he'll be up at an unGodly hour, getting a steamy hot shower, and you'll come in to pee. He doesn't think anything of anything until he gets out of the stall only to see a neon orange sticky note on the counter, saying: i love your butt! lemme pinch it!

Carmy feels himself looking forward to your little surprises. Some were funny and a little vulgar, like the note found on the eggs: fertilize MY eggs!

Some notes were more innocent, like the one he found in his shoe one morning, reading: I'm so proud of you. have a great day today!

Some just said: be home for dinner @ 8! making your fav!

Others were found, saying: you're so fucking handsome. I'm one lucky ducky! You even tried to draw a little duck.

Some notes were motivational: you're doing a GREAT job, baby!

Some notes reminded: you have a dentist appt @ 10!

Some notes were sweet: call me during your break, cutie, i miss your voice!

And others found on the bathroom mirror were playful: you look too good today, go change! A second note added: don't need anyone looking at your fine ass! A third: i'm the only one allowed to look #respectfully

Each and every note had a drawn heart, being saved to a hidden shoebox. He found notes in his usual coffee mug, reminding him you loved him. He found notes on his toothpaste tube, telling him he was doing a great job. Cereal boxes now promised Carmy they were proud of him, pastas told him to have a great day, and the light switches assured reminded him how special he was.

The microwave told him you felt blessed to be his and in his jacket pocket, he was told how lucky you are to love him. Some notes swore to him he was one of a kind, others explicitly detailed what parts of him you wanted in parts of you, and a few reminded him of important dates, appointments, deadlines, anniversaries, birthdays, etc..

Sometimes, he found little treats with these sticky notes. Like when you had to make brownies for your little sister's bake sale, you left him a Tupperware full with a hot pink note, labeled: for the love of my life!

And then... One morning, when you got up for work, Carmy was already gone for his day. You went through your normal routine, entering the kitchen with the intention of making a to-go cup of coffee, only to pause and grin when a neon green sticky note greeted you from the stovetop. Written in messy, fresh, black Sharpie was: got you on my mind. love you, be home @ 6 tonight!

Carmy drew own heart and you beamed at the reciprocation. You didn't mind the distance for now, knowing he was busy and it wouldn't last forever; but the fact that he could reassure you as much as you could him warmed your heart. You felt like the Grinch when his heart grew in size, just without the painful grunting. If anything, you felt euphoric from his little note - thinking it was reassuring to still communicate even when your schedules differed.

The day passed sluggishly - only because you were actually excited to go home. Ironically, your last client of the day didn't leave until a little later than scheduled, so, when you FINALLY got off work and made it home, Carmy had beaten you. When you got through the door, you were met with a heavenly aroma; using Gandalf's advice and following your nose to enter the kitchen.

You sighed dreamily when you came to a halt in the doorway, bottom lip trapped between your teeth to attempt and restrain your ecstatic grin. Carmy was shirtless at the stove, stirring a pasta dish to coat it in the sauce of his choice. "Hi, pretty girl," he beamed at you.

"Oh, I've missed this sight," you squealed, rushing to his side to throw your arms around his neck. "Hi, baby, hi, baby, hi, baby," you chanted between chaste kisses to his cheek.

"Someone missed me," he laughed, cheeks blooming a bright red - but not from the kitchen heat.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, and you know I don't do well alone, I need attention," you teased with a pout, his arm slithering around your waist - but a crinkle noise caught your attention. "Woah, hey. Did you get a new tattoo?" You pondered, looking down at his arm that was protectively bandaged.

He smirked and held his arm out, "Wanna take the plastic off for me?"

"What'd you get?"

"Find out," he whispered, staring at you with his intense baby blue eyes; waiting as you calculated your next move. Slowly, you reached out and unwrapped the protective cling wrap, getting to the gauze, then slowly prying that from his skin.

"Ohhh, my fucking God," you whispered.

"Like it?"

"Are these... My hearts?"

He nodded, "I got 6 of them from your notes tattooed. 'Cause we've been together six years. Figured, each year, I could add one - but you gotta draw it."

"You're ridiculous," you laughed, in minor disbelief. "What made you do this?"

He eased, "You. I've never felt so confident in my life before, and I know you're a huge part of that. It feels right, being with you feels right and I wanted to show you that I see and appreciate all you do." His tone softened, "I wouldn't be me without you, sweetheart."

"You'd still be Carmy."

"A totally different Carmy, though," he chuckled. "I actually like who I am with you, baby. But look here, I know it's been real hectic lately, sweet girl, with the restaurant, but it's not gonna be like this forever. We're makin' progress, we're gonna get this settled."

"I know," you assured, "'cause if anyone's gonna get this done, it's you. Just don't forget to breathe every now and then - you're drowning in this stress and I need you to stay afloat."

"I'm good, got you on my team so I can't lose," he eased, tucking you into his chest for an embrace. After a minute and a tight squeeze, he sighed, pecked the crown of your head, then mumbled, "Why don't you go wash up? Dinner's almost ready."

You agreed, stealing one last kiss before scampering off to the bedroom. When you got there, you almost tripped when you came to a halt; laughing loudly as the entire bed was covered in an array of neon colored sticky notes. Each note detailed a different reason Carmy loved you; from the way you search for him in your sleep to how you resembled a Gremlin if not fed within certain hours. From how you weren't afraid to dress up for the Renaissance Festival to how you throw blankets in the dryer for 15 minutes before movie nights. In fact, "movie night" was on a single note, being a fond yet routine date. You read each note carefully, tears wanting to build but you refused to let them, yet it was difficult when this was the sweetest gesture you've ever known.

Even things you were insecure about, like dimples or weight or hair color, was highlighted as a reason Carmy loved you. He listed your authenticity, generosity, thoughtfulness, charisma, incredible brain but even bigger heart. He praised your wit, adored your sneezes, and looked forward to coming home every night because he knew he was coming home to you.

You've never felt so loved before, wondering if this was what Carmy felt each time he found one of your notes.

Movement caught your peripheral, and when you looked up, Carmy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom; arms crossed and lips pulled in a small smirk. He didn't speak, he just stared at you. You were at a loss for words, opening and closing your mouth twice; holding all of the sticky notes in your hands, but then, you settled on telling him, "I love you so fucking much, Carmy."

Dinner might've allegedly burned that night, but so did your love and passion for one another. Even the smallest of gestures can go farther than we anticipate, and showing someone you care could be as simple as leaving them notes around the apartment you cohabitate in, on neon colored Post It's.

Wanna know the cool thing about adult relationships? You get to love your partner out loud; being unapologetic in how you emote, and in return, you're loved by them. Each person deserves to be loved in the way they want to be loved - but you know how fucking great it is when two lovers respond to the same language? What I mean is, it could be considered rare that you, who liked to leave notes, would meet and fall in love with someone who liked to collect and read those notes. Your love language was the same as Carmy's, part of the reason you both worked so well together - but also why one day, he'd add plenty more hand drawn hearts to the collection on his forearm.

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Carmy hides the coffee, gf hides the cigs 🤷🏼‍♀️

"Alright, very funny," Carmen walks into the kitchen with his hands up, "you had your fun, baby. Hand them over."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you smile sweetly at him around the red sucker in your mouth. Your legs swing where you sit on the counter next to Tina who continues chopping her veggies with a smirk on her face.

Carmen stares at you for a moment, willing his cock to settle down when it twitches slightly at the sight of your lips wrapped around the candy. His eyes narrow, glued to yours. "Chef, the cigarettes."

"I don't know what you're on about, Jeff. You think I got times for games?"

"You—" he starts and then runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"They're bad for you, Carmy. Maybe it's for the best," you smile sickly sweet. "Just like my coffee right? Maybe we'll both be healthier now."

"You're impossible," he scowls, "I get it, okay, have your coffee."

"You threw it out, babe."

"I'll get you another one!" He's exasperated now. It's adorable.

He storms toward you and plants a quick kiss to your sticky lips with a huff, eyebrows still furrowed and a grumpy look glued on his face. You half smirk as you watch him go, "love you, baby!"

"Love you too," he grumbles.

You sigh, satisfied, and lock eyes with Tina. The both of you look at the takeout box right by the door your boyfriend just stormed out of and laugh.

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Clingy Carmen?

It had been a week and a half since you last saw Carmy. Your best friend from college was getting married in Maine and you wanted to be there with her to finalize any details and of course on her big day. You took your maid of honor duties very seriously.

You missed Carmen everyday. He would text you during the day to check on you but it wasn’t very often. You knew he was extremely busy so you didn’t take it to heart. He did FaceTime you once right when he got home one early morning. He looked exhausted so you didn’t chat too long.

On your last day in Maine, you got a text from Richie.

Richie: next time you go out of town, take my idiot cousin w/ you. He’s been a fuckin nightmare.

It was around nine in the evening when your flight got in. By the time you made it out of the airport and got a cab, it was close to half past ten. You knew it was still early and Carmy wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

To your surprise, he was already sitting on your sofa when you walked into your apartment. When he spotted you, it was like you could see the stress leave his body.

“Carmy? What are you doing here?”

He stood up and made his way towards you without saying a word. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”

You returned the hug without a second thought. He smelled of your body wash and cigarettes. A weird but familiar scent. “I missed you too.”

Carmy held onto you tight, but not painfully, as if he were scared you would slip right through his arms. “Richie sent me home. Said I was being a dick.”

You laughed a little. Your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat soothing you in that moment. “If Richie said that then you must’ve really been a dick. He texted me saying that I should bring you with me next time.”

“That dick.” He mumbled as he rested his head on top of yours. You rubbed his back softly and for the first time in a week and a half, Carmen felt at peace.

When you left, he felt this knot forming in his chest. It seemed to get bigger and bigger as the week went on. He felt restless and irritable. Now, with you in his arms, it felt like that knot was gone. He felt like he was finally able to breathe.

“I need to shower and get this airport smell off of me.”

Carmy reluctantly let you go but grabbed your hand in one and your luggage in another. He brought you to the bedroom and watched as you gathered clothes for a shower.

He sat on the toilet seat as you bathed and told him about the wedding. He wanted to hear all of the details about the week.

As soon as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself with your towel, he was up and hugged you from behind. His head resting on your shoulder. You reached back and touched his hair softly, “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled as he kissed your bare shoulder.

He watched as you did your skin care routine and helped brush your hair. Carmy was delicate with it in a soothing way.

“Did you eat somethin’? I should’ve asked when you first got here.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I grabbed a sandwich at the airport.”

Once you were dressed for the night in your favorite pajamas, you made your way to the living room when Carmy right on your heels. He had a movie playing from before but he hadn’t been paying too much attention to it. He had been antsy for your arrival.

You sat down on the sofa and he sat right next to you. Arm around your shoulders and he pulled you closer so you were resting against his chest. He breathed in the scent of your floral shampoo.

“How has things been at the restaurant this past week?” You asked him as he trailed his fingers up and down your left arm.

He sighed, “Horrible. We only have six weeks until we open and it seems like everything is shit.”

You hated leaving Carmy in the middle of the restaurant’s renovation. You had a full-time job that made you unavailable to help during work hours. The second you were off for the day, you made your way to The Bear. Carmy appreciated you being there for him to help with any decisions where he needed the opinion of Sydney or you.

Sometimes, you just being there to give him a quick kiss or a comforting touch on his arm made a world of a difference. He felt safe whenever you were near. Like he could handle any shit that was thrown his way.

“You know I’m here to help with anything that you need.” You told him softly.

Carmy kissed the top of your head, “I know. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

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You're Mine | Prologue | It's just the beginning.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree,

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.3 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | murder, gore, character death, violence, mentions of violent acts, home invasion and implications of eating disorder.

It's a downpour outside; thunder rolls in as lightning begins to strike, illuminating the street every now and then. The storm was showing no signs of stopping or easing up, at least.

Chrissy sits at her desk while talking on the phone with her closest friend Kimberly. They talk about the strawberry blonde's boyfriend, Jason, and his treatment of her.

The cheerleader finishes her night routine before standing up and looking at herself in the mirror. Lifting up her bed shirt, she sucks in her stomach some more until her ribs are clearly seen before giving a heavy sigh; she lets her shirt down.

"I think you just need to bite the bullet, Chris, and tell Jason it's over. How many times do you have to call me crying before you realize you're worth more than Jason Carver?" Kimberly says straight forward and bluntly over the call.

Chrissy sits back at her desk, glancing at a picture of her boyfriend she has sitting in a frame. Her mom gave it to her, but it didn't even have her in it, just Jason.

"It just seems so sad; we've been together for as long as I can remember. It feels like I'm giving up on him," Chrissy says, making excuses again as she moans sadly.

The two were school royalty, but lately, Chrissy can't help but feel more like a pawn or a trophy than a girlfriend.

"Trust me, you're not giving up on him. You're just finding your self-worth. You owe Jason nothing, and just because you've been sweethearts since middle school doesn't mean he can treat you like crap."

Kimberly's tone was very pointed and opinionated. Still, it was nothing that Chrissy hadn't already thought to herself at one point or another.

"You're right, I know you are; it just sucks. I'll call him and see if I can get him to come over. It might be better to do it in person." The cheerleader nods in determination even though Kimberly can't see her.

Chrissy bites her lip; she's readying herself to tell Jason everything. She wasn't just some pawn in his 'perfect' life or a doll he could control.

Even if her mother always pushed her to strive for perfection no matter the cost, she knew being with Jason wasn't making her happy anymore.

"Cool, if he starts acting like an asshole, call me." Kimberly's voice goes soft. "You know he'll just be a distant memory when we're in college, and all the guys will be lining up to date you. I'll be the perfect wing woman."

Chrissy giggled, placing the photo frame face down on her desk before hearing her best friend murmur as if someone else was with her. "Listen, I gotta go. Eddie's waiting, oh and he says Hi".

The strawberry blonde glances at her clock, remembering that Kimberly had agreed to help Eddie Munson study. He's already failed high school twice and was almost failing again.

That didn't bother her, she liked Eddie, but he was a bit scary for her.

"Hey Eddie," she replies, laughing when she hears said boy shouting in the background cheerily, "Bye Kimmy, I'll see you tomorrow."

Her tone is sad as she frowns, wishing she could ask her friend to come over and be her backup, but she knows deep down that Jason would probably flip if she had someone there when she told him they were breaking up.

"Yeah, well, I want details. If you can make him cry, that would be a bonus" Her friend laughs before stopping. "Everything will be okay. You've still got me. Love you, Chrissy."

"Love you, Kimmy," Chrissy clicks the phone off, wishing she could just call Kimberly back and talk with her all night like usual, but she had to 'bite the bullet.'.

She sighs, dialing another number, this one for Jason, who doesn't answer. Typical. "Jason, it's me. We need to talk. Come over when you get this message."

Chrissy placed the phone down, basking in the silence for a moment; she was home alone. Her parents had gone out for some high-class business thing at a restaurant in the town.

Pulling the curtain back, she looked out into the darkness. The phone lets out a shrill ring making Chrissy jump. Collecting herself, she guessed it was just Jason asking what she wanted this time of night. "Hello?".

"Hello, Are Mr or Mrs Cunningham home?" Chrissy sighed; it wasn't Jason, but she continued on politely. Using her 'well-mannered' tone to the person she assumes to be her parent's friend or a business, just like her mother taught her.

"No, I'm sorry they're out. Can I take a message?" The teenager turns to grab a notepad and pen. Taking messages for her parents was pretty normal to her at this point.

"Hmm, so you're home alone right now, Chrissy?" A beat passes as Chrissy freezes. Panic begins to rise in her. The voice waits patiently for her to talk.

"Who is this?" She takes another look outside. Nothing but darkness can be seen. The voice lets out a dark laugh pulling a gasp from Chrissy; she clicks the phone off, hoping they'd get bored.

The phone instantly begins to ring again.

"Hello?" Her voice is shaking, her worry growing. She racked her brain to think of anyone who would play such a horrible prank on her. Kimberly knew she was alone, but she'd never do this to her…

"Why don't you want to talk to me, Chrissy?" The voice lets out another laugh. Chrissy pulls her window shut and latches it. She begins to panic even further.

"Jason, is that you? This isn't funny."

The lights in the house turn off before a bang rings out as she lets out a small scream. The noise came from inside her house. Clutching the phone, she only just realizes that she can hear the dial tone coming from it.

She feels better now they've given up until she remembers the noise. She places the phone on her desk and walks to her door to investigate; she peeks around her doorframe.

"Hello? Who's there?" She asks into the darkness of the hall. Nothing. No one calls back; it's almost as if the place is still empty.

She turns on the light, but it doesn't come on before slowly making her way downstairs. Entering the kitchen slowly, her eyes try to adjust to the dark.

Her eyes catch a fallen broom, and she rolls her eyes. "Good job Chrissy getting scared of a broom." She picks the broom up and props it up against the counter.

Chrissy turns to return to her room, and a clash of lightning flashes through the room, alerting her to the figure standing with her in the kitchen.

"Jason? I told you to stop. You can be so childish sometimes." She walks forward to what she presumes is her boyfriend.

She tugs his shoulder to turn him around, she's ready to argue with him until he lifts a butcher knife into the air, and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

Two adults walk up the pathway to their house. It's the Cunninghams. Getting to their front door, they seem confused that it's unlocked, but more than that, it's ajar.

Opening the door, they call for their daughter as lightning strikes behind them.

Mr. Cunningham tries the lights, but they don't work; Mrs. Cunningham walks into the kitchen and slips on a puddle. She screams when she notices the pool is thick and red.

They both cry out, looking for their daughter, running up the stairs. The lightning illuminating the floor shows drag marks of blood going up their once pristine white carpet.

Throwing open the door to their daughter's room, they let out a scream when the lights suddenly come on, and they see the scene in front of them.

Chrissy lay wide-eyed on her bed. Her head dangling off the foot of the mattress, her neck sliced open so deep you could see bone. Her body had been carved open like a pumpkin on Halloween.

Mr. Cunningham shouts at his wife to call the police, and as she turns around to do and shrieks at the bloody message written in Chrissy's own blood on the wall, 'if I can't have her no one can.'

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x-men | preference 1 » where / how you met

I'm going to be doing x-men content now too! so both past and present x-men included (well the ones from the films I've watched).

» Jean Grey: Sitting in a lab with your head clenched in your hands and gritted teeth, you began praying to anyone out there to make it stop. You weren't the best at controlling your power, but this was the worst it had ever been. It was like having your skull torn apart.

Two soft hands were placed on either side of your head as the pain slowly dissipated, and a feeling of calm washed over you. Glancing up, you saw a beautiful redhead with her fingers gently caressing your temps as she winced before smiling at you.

"Feeling better?" All you could do was silently nod, hoping she doesn't bring the pain back. "I'm Jean. Jean Grey," she introduces with a knowing smile, but she doesn't stop whatever she does to help you.

You wince as a tiny slither of pain rockets through your head before it's gone again, and all you can hear is Jean's soothing voice in your mind. 'Don't worry, I'm here,' letting your eyes close for a minute; you sat with the pain-free calmness, wondering if Jean was an angel in disguise.

» Scott Summers: Logan was one of your oldest friends. You remembered the day seeing him in a bar fight and getting ganged up on for being a mutant. He probably could have handled it himself, but you were also a mutant and weren't about to let a bunch of humans try that shit.

You found out that he was back at the school and went to visit him under the guise of having nothing better to do, but truly, you had missed him, not that you would have ever told him that. The two of you have one of those sibling love/hate relationships- where you pretend not to care for the other but love the other dearly.

Upon seeing him working on a bike, you could help but mess with him, tiptoe into the garage, you clapped loudly, yelling, "Logan!" his claws came out instantly before he groaned when he noticed it was just you bothering him.

Another voice came from behind you as it let out a chuckle. "Wow, I've never seen anyone get one up on this big grump" The guy was about Logan's height and wore a red visor across his eyes but a polite grin as he held his hand out to you. "I'm Scott Summers."

You took the offered hand before letting out a gasp of realization. "Oh, you're the uptight asshole that Logan always grumbles about," you say, clicking your fingers in Scott's direction. "I'll admit you're prettier than I thought you'd be."

Scott gapes as Logan stands, wiping his oil-covered hands and nudging your shoulder. "Look what you've done. I think he's broken," he smirks, walking over to the door where a redheaded woman peeks in and smiles lovingly, seeing your friend as they kiss.

Smiling at Scott, who still hadn't recovered from your compliment, you throw his a wink as you follow Jean and Logan out of the garage. "It was nice meeting you, Scott. Hopefully, you'll be more talkative next time."

» Logan / Wolverine: Trusting someone was a big deal, mutant or not, and having to trust a bald guy in a wheelchair when he tried to explain that he wasn't going to hurt you all the while he had a Cyclops-looking guy by his side was indefinitely harder.

Charles had found you lost and wandering around the woods, he had given you a gentle smile while trying to explain who he was, but you barely even knew who you were. The older man explained what you were and how he found you, a mutant who had unfortunately been a test subject who had escaped whatever facility you had been in.

The tests they had done erased anything you had ever known; the only thing you knew was that you had some weird power that had scared you, but other than that, you wandered through the woods hoping to find anything that could help you.

Scott, as Xavier had told you his name, gave you a blanket while softly telling you that you were safe with them. They had led you back to their mansion, where his team had begun to try and piece your life together, except for a gruff-looking man who only leaned on the doorway to the lab.

Jean and Storm had just finished explaining what they needed from you in order to find out who you were, but as soon as the needle in Jean's hand touched your skin, a vague and scary memory scorched through your mind.

Breathing heavily, you panicked and used your power to get them away from you as you jumped up from the metal table. It was too much like the lab, the one in that memory. What if you hadn't escaped? What if these were the same people, and they were just pretending.

A hand lay on your shoulder, and you turned with a hiss seeing the gruff man from before subtly restraining you while his eyes flashed in concern, almost as if he knew what you were going through. He calmly told you to breathe, but his no-mess timber helped more than the clinical-like tone that Jean had been using.

You liked him a lot more than the others; they felt patronizing, whereas Logan was straightforward and genuinely understanding.

» Bobby Drake: You had been running with this group of mutants for a while. You were the youngest in the group, with the others in their 20s. After gaining a mutation, you were quickly cast out and shown the true nature of humans and their fear of anything different.

Your group leader picked you up and helped you realize that mutants were the superior race, and from then on, you helped them rally together to teach the humans a lesson in any way you could.

You were a group of outcasts, causing an uproar.

You and your group had caused a disturbance at a protest rally, where the humans were fighting against mutant rights. Seeing the rest of your group causing trouble, you reached into your backpack, pulling out the firecrackers you had bought.

Lighting the end, you quickly through them into a group of protesters, all of who scream while you cackle, throwing more fireworks when you are suddenly tackled away from the humans.

Seething, you saw a blond staring at you as others seemed to be doing damage control.

Growling angrily, you stood up, ready to fight out of this, until you felt something like a taser rushing through you. A girl held her hand out as yellow sparks sizzled from her hand.

The blond from before grabbed your wrists as they became encased in ice, almost like a pair of handcuffs.

Your eyes widened in fear as you quickly looked around for the rest of your group, only to see them making a quiet getaway while these other mutants were focused on you. They were leaving you behind to save themselves.

The guy frowned, following your gaze, almost realizing the betrayal at the same time you had. He gave you a soft pitiful look and quickly took your arm, leading you away from the yelling crowd and fast-approaching police.

"You're a mutant, right?" You nodded at his question, wondering where he was taking you. "There's a school for people like us, somewhere we can be protected and be safe from people like them," whether he meant the humans or your so-called friends, you didn't know.

"I can take you there with me, and you can stop all this-" He motioned to the riot, "or I can leave you in the police's hands" Knowing one option was starkly different from the other, you relented, the cops aren't very nice to mutants let alone ones who cause a riot at an anti-mutant campaign.

The blond smiles when you nod in agreement to his offer as he melts the ice from your wrists and holds out his hand. "I'm Bobby."

» Rouge: You had been at the school for a few years now, your power had manifested on your 13th birthday, and Charles had been there pretty much since day 1 and helped you get it under control and live being a mutant.

Today had been the most excitement anyone had seen in years. A man and girl had come to the school, but the fact that the rugged-looking man was unconscious was the exciting part. The adults never really let us see any danger, so this was about as close as any of us had gotten.

Storm had told us about the girl, she was our age, and asked if we could look after her. You and your friends agreed. Being different was hard, so you knew she would probably need a few shoulders to lean on.

Playing with Peter, you nudged into him as the two of you raced downstairs, ignoring the chastising comments from Scott about running in the halls. Unfortunately, Peter often forgets how strong he is, and this was one of those times he reached towards you and pushed you out of his way.

Yelling, you tripped and fell into a pretty dark-haired girl who caught your arms in her hands. You started introducing yourself, only stopping when you saw her face go from absolute horror to wonder before stopping in awe. "I didn't hurt you?" she mumbled to herself as her hands trailed down the skin of your arms.

Her brown eyes filled with tears, and everything sort of went awkwardly silent as the girl asked if she could hug you. Xavier just smiled when you almost immediately let the girl do as she had timidly begged to do.

» John Allerdyce: The school you were at was on a field trip. It was boring and had nothing fun for you to do there. Your teacher rolled his eyes and reminded you that the trip was for learning and not for fun, to which you reminded him that anything could be fun with the right motivation.

You were the oddball, the weird mean girl in class. It wasn't that you were, but you didn't fit in with the other girls and didn't want to try. You didn't want to sit and conform to the things they droned on about, but worst of all, your classmates were mostly mutant haters, which wasn't good for you, someone who was secretly a mutant.

It wasn't just them, your mother, who hadn't taken the news well, had moved you from school to school in hopes that her child would for once try to be normal, but instead of normalcy, she was building a child who was growing a vast hatred for humankind.

Rolling your eyes as your teacher began explaining another lie about mutants and how dangerous they were, you decided to split. Backing out of the museum exhibit, you pulled out the pack of smokes you'd stolen from your dad. He was rarely home anymore, so he wouldn't notice.

Fishing in your pocket for a lighter, you accidentally bump into someone who seems to be trying to escape from their group. "Shit, sorry," you mumbled, hand still moving in your bag to find your lighter.

"I'm John-" he introduced as he discreetly winked, and the end of your cigarette was alight. "Or you call me Pyro," you gasped, glancing up at the dark-haired guy you had bumped into. He was a mutant like you, yet he wasn't afraid to show it.

» Kitty Pryde: You waved your new roommate, Jubilee, off as she told you that she would hang out with her friends and for you to meet them later if you felt comfortable. It was your first day at Charles Xavier School for Mutants, and you'd felt a little out of place.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled, seeing all of Jubilee's possessions. She seemed nice, maybe a little too bubbly for you, but very welcoming. Moving to look at her pictures, you smiled, seeing the ones she'd obviously taken with her friends – remembering her offer, you decide it would be wise to put yourself out there and meet them.

Unlocking your suitcase, you quickly set out a new outfit for yourself. Taking off the top you wore when Jean and Scott came to pick you up, you let it drop to the floor without thought. Standing in only your jeans and bra, you gasp when someone walks through the wall.

"Hey Jubilee, can I borrow-" A girlish scream came from the girl who quickly placed her hands over her eyes, profusely apologizing. You smile, seeing the bright red blush emerging from the collar of her shirt up her neck and to her cheeks. She's so cute.

#x men movies #x-men #x-men preferences #x-men films #x-men imagines #x-men gifs #x-men gif series #jean grey #scott summers #wolverine #james howlett #bobby drake #rouge x-men #john allerdyce #kitty pryde

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Museum security: Oh, God, he's back. *speaks into radio* I'm gonna need backup at the Japanese exhibit.

Void Stiles, popping open a display case: It's my fucking stuff???

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So I have fallen into the Bondi Rescue rabbit hole. Thinking of making some Bondi content? Does anyone still watch it or want to read something on it?

#bondi rescue #bondi beach #bondi #bondi lifeguards

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Headcanon:

Kat trying to ask you out

Request: Yes or No

In honor of Barbie leaving Euphoria

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It didn't matter how many times Maddy and Cassie assured her she could do it, Kat just couldn't gather the courage to approach you

There were many times she had to stop Maddy from taking matters into her own hands

The thought of being rejected was mortifying

She'd known you since elementary and while you didn't consider her a close friend, you still viewed her as someone you could lean on. She didn't want to lose that.

But the year was coming to an end and soon you'd be going away for college

So, it was time to make a move

Cassie had told her to just confess and be sincere

Maddy, on the other hand... Well, she believed there should be less talking, more doing

With both advice in mind, she approached you at a party

The pictures on the walls shook with the bass of the music, her heartbeat synching up along with it. You were a kind soul. No way you'd be brutal about a rejection.

Right?

She spotted you on a sofa with Lexi, chatting away. From the movement of your hands and the concentrated look you sported; it was probably a serious discussion. Lexi nodded along to whatever you said, brows pulled together.

Kat could easily cut in and ask for a moment alone, she knew Lexi would be more than happy to grant her that, but as she watched you talk with Lexi and smile at something the brunette said, she shook her head.

The mission was aborted and she was back to square one

The girls had been disappointed at the news of her hesitation

Whenever you walked by the trio, Maddy watched you like a lioness waiting to pounce

She wanted one of her dearest friends to experience love

But Kats nerves combined with your obliviousness... They were getting nowhere

And it was why, without Kats knowledge, she set her own plan in motion

Scanning the sea of grinding teens, she caught a glimpse of you disappearing into the backyard. Wiggling her short structure through the crowd, she escaped into the cold night air.

"Shit." Goosebumps spread across her skin, hands rubbing her exposed arms in search of warmth. Spotting you taking a seat, she approached you.

"Move." Maddy ordered the poor girl sitting in the chair beside you, watching her scramble up from her seat. You simply blinked, staring at the petite teen as she sat beside you, her signature maroon colored lips pulling into a mischievous smile.

"What's up, Maddy?"

"Nothin' much." She answered with a shrug, setting her arm on the armrest and propping her head up on her fist. "You dating anyone?"

The question caught you off guard, eyes flickering to the people outside, no doubt searching for her quick-to-anger ex. "Uh, no, I'm not."

"Interested in anyone?"

"Why do you ask?" You eyed her. Maddy shrugged, dropping her hand and running her long acrylics down her arm. She suppressed the urge to shudder and met your gaze.

"How about a double date? You can go with Kat and I'll bring someone along."

"Kat?"

"Mhm." God, she should be a matchmaker. Pride swelled up in Maddy's chest, leaning back into the chair's cushion.

"I've got a busy schedule, but... I'll think about it." A bright smile appeared on her face, eagerly nodding at your response.

"Text me when you're free and we'll meet up." She chirped, itching to text the girls about the news. As she reached to pull her phone out of her purse, your jacket plopped onto her lap and she blinked, head lifting to look at you.

"You're shivering, Maddy." You chuckled and stood. "Give it back later. Or don't. I have a feeling you'll keep it."

And with that, you went off. Hesitantly, Maddy slowly lifted your jacket and slipped her arms through holes, your scent filling her nose.

And now Kat had a problem

Your act of kindness had landed you in Maddys line of sight

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✿ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒! | 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗓 ̥*ೃ♡𓏲

synopsis ⇨ in which i describe what it would be like dating maddy perez using these cute lil’ headcanons!

pairings ⇨ maddy perez x fem!reader.

warnings ⇨ angst—mentions of nate jacobs and domestic issues, swearing, fluff fluff fluff, and maddy being: maddy!

authors note ⇨ episode four was…i don’t think i have the words. it was definitely something, and maddy deserved a better party than what was given to her.

maddy the baddie, this diamond loving gem would have the biggest soft spot for you and would not be afraid to show it. you would mean everything to her.

miss perez is definitely the kind of girlfriend to take pictures of you off guard. when she shows you them, you’d be icked out by the awkward angle she captured you from, but she would 100% assure you that you’re the most beautiful person in the world and you look good at every angle. it’s true, i mean.

maddy would show her love for you in many ways—small gifts, kisses on the cheek, hand holding (lots of pda, she loves pda) flirty compliments, etc. she would also be your personal hype woman, especially on the days where you don’t feel as glamorous as usual.

you two would definitely mix match outfits from each other’s closets; she would swipe a pair of baby blue pumps from your top shelf and you would barrow her lavender daisy printed dress because it matches the earring and bracelet set you got from the mall.

make out sessions for hourssssssssss, maddy gives off major kiss queen vibes. you two would skip class and run off to the girl’s bathroom to get your mack on (along with manic panic from hearing footsteps, voices approaching, and keys jingling). by the time you two are done, her lashes would be hanging off the base of her lash line and your lipstick would be everywhere…but yours lips.

maddy would start arguments about the littlest things.

‘i saw the way he was looking at you. i’m not fucking stupid, yn. i know what im talking about.’

‘why did you say ‘okay’ like that earlier?’ ‘when?’ ‘i already said when, stupid. earlier.’

calling her ‘perez’ just to get on her nerves (maddy is so funny when she’s irritated, i’m giggling rn).

‘whatever, perez. i’m not doing this with you today.’ ‘don’t fucking call me that! i have a first name for a reason, use it!’

wherever she goes, you go. if someone from school invited her and the girls to a party or a sleepover, you’re coming with.

speaking of the girls, i think they would love you! but of course, not as much as maddy does.

and speaking of sleepovers, maddy would definitely share sleeping space with you. if you’re sleeping on the couch, she’s sleeping on the other side. she loves to be near you.

shopping dates at the mall—her second home. she would share the gossip about some of the workers in her favorite stores as you guys are cruising down the walkway, bags in one hand, strawberry and banana smoothies in the other.

‘i totally think that (sip) taylor is pregnant by the short guy who works at the pizza shop near kat’s house.’ ‘oh my god! (sip) are you serious? which taylor, the taylor that works at (sip) icing?’ ‘mmm, no. the taylor that (sip) works at victoria’s secret.’

maddy has a total princess complex, but she loves it when you sit on her lap.

kat and cassie being totally jealous of maddy’s relationship with you. kat would be vocal and gush, while cassie would just watch with pure envy in her eyes.

listening to music together in her room; you’d have one airpod in your ear and she’d have the other in hers.

her being your fashion guru.

‘you better not walk out the door until you’re looking fabulous, yn ln!’

nate jacobs seeing you two in the hallways—he would just stare. maddy would pull you close to her and give him the evil eye.

‘fuckin’ creepy ass cunt.’ she’d mumble underneath her breath.

bedazzling everything with her—and i mean everything. from inside your locker door to your car keys, everything would be covered in diamonds.

more petty little arguments.

‘okay, but you didn’t have to roll your eyes like that. i was only asking a question, yn.’ ‘and? i don’t have to respond if i don’t want to, my god maddy. it’s always something with you.’

rubbing her back and listening to her rant about the drama going on in her house.

dancing with her at parties; you two just being all over each other.

relaxing by the pool with her and cassie on the weekend.

maddy wrapping her legs around your waist whenever you two hug (so cute…just stop).

heated make out sessions in your bedroom.

‘i know i can be a bitch sometimes, but i love you, yn. you mean so much to me.’

🏷♡: aka tags. so yeah, i’m doing this now, i think! starting off with tagging my mutuals and some of my fav accounts that i follow. if you wanna be tagged in my fics and etc, just shoot me an ask or message and i’ll hop on it asap. @luversgirl @rileybinaa @taylorscrdigan @lovelyjj @avenging-fandoms @poguesarah @milkiane @novxturient @mentalpolaroids @msgorillagripcoochie @sugarcoatedjj @pankowfruitsnacks. more to be added!

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hi i love your writing! could i request a pack x reader where they all have a crush on the reader and reader is super oblivious and awkward :)!

Our Girl

(so I know you said the whole pack but Imma do Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, Malia, and Allison in 3 different “imagines” but it’ll be still connected story wise)

It was no secret that the main six took a liking to the 7th member of the pack.

Everyone in the school knew and assumed they were all in a relationship. How the pack wished that was true.

Yn was blind to the fact that her friends thought of her more than that. The flowers Stiles gave her? He was just being friendly. Allison taking her to the movies and dinner? Just a girls night.

It frustrated the pack to know that their love,Yn, didn’t know about their love for her.

They decided to team up with one another.

Stiles and Isaac

“Hey pretty” Stiles smiles as he hands Yn flowers. Isaac rolls his eyes as he hands her a bigger bouquet.

“Aw thanks, guys…what’s the special occasion?” she asked tilting her head. Isaac smiles fondly at the girl of his affections.

“No occasion we just wanted to get you something pretty as you. But we now see that’s practically impossible since you’re prettier than the flowers…"

Yn giggles as she places the flowers in her locker "You guys are so nice..." she shakes her head as she looks back at them.

"So Yn... we were thinking... dinner? Me, you, and Isaac?" Stiles questions as he leans against the lockers.

"Sure, we can go to Mcdonalds after school, and" Yn was cut off by Isaac shaking his hands.

"We mean to a fancy restaurant. Like Milagros"

“Isn’t that like a romantic restaurant though?” Yn asked tilting her head. Stiles nodded “Super romantic…”

Yn looked at the two as if they grew a second head “Why would we do somewhere romantic?”

Stiles opened his mouth but closed it as he looked over to Isaac.

“You’re right….let’s just go eat at Mcdonald’s…” Isaac smiles softy.

“Great! See you two later!” she smiles as she closed her locker and left the two.

“Super romantic” Isaac mocked Stiles.

“You’re the one who brought up the fancy restaurant. I’d be totally fine with Mcdonald’s” he defended.

Scott and Malia

Malia glared at Yn as she walked with another classmate in the halls. Smelling her jealousy, Scott nudged her.

"Can't we just eat him?" she growled at her Alpha. Shaking his head he sighed. "I don't like it either but we can't do anything..." he watched as Yn laughed at something the stranger said.

"Okay...maybe we won't eat him but we can scare him away" Scott whispers as Yn makes her way towards them.

"Howdy," She joked as she joined the two. Malia wrapped her arms around Yn and sighed in discontent.

"You smell like him" she huffed. Yn raising her eyebrows she looked at Scott.

"Ashton? What's wrong smelling like him?"

Scott rolled his eyes "You're our girl...we don't like him.." Yn smiled as she pulled away "You two are so overprotective... he's a good guy"

Malia snarled "I don't like him..." Scott laid a hand on Malia's shoulder to calm her down. "I don't like his vibe either..."

Yn gave another smile "I thought Stiles and Isaac were acting weird today...I guess something weirder is going with you guys"

Scott opened his mouth but shook his head "Do you wanna study with me and Malia later tonight?

"Sure!" with that, Yn left and Malia turned to Scott

"Can we eat Ashton now?"

Scott rolled his eyes as he pulled Malia away to their next class.

Lydia and Allison

"What are you doing after school? Lydia hummed as she painted Yn's nails during study hall. Allison was on the other side of their shared crush, drawing on her hand.

"Well, I'm going to go eat with Stiles and Isaac and then a study group with Malia and Scotty."

Allison perked up at the mention of a possible dinner date. "At Milagros?" she hoped the boys were smart enough to take her there.

"Did you give them that idea? They wanted to go there but it's just too fancy to go as friends you know" she shrugged. Lydia looked up at the girl and looked over at Allison.

"Why don't we all just go together and then all hang out at Scott's after?" she suggested as she blew on the wet paint.

Yn hummed as she gave another shrug 'If Scott and Malia are up for it"

"I'm sure they are, let me text them" Allison smiled sweetly at her.

Pulling out her phone, she sent the plan to the pack in a separate group chat titled "Yn, Our Girl".

One by one, each pack member agreed.

Allison cheered silently as she pushed back a piece of Yn's hair from her face.

"It's settle, we're going to Milagros after school with our girl"

Yn tilting her head as she asked confused "Who's your girl?"

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"get behind us y/n. right now."