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Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

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come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone.

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

#regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #mean girls fanfic #regina george fanfic

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heartpascal · 1 year

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Re: drabbles, my favorite stories are I’ll be brave, so far from it, and all my faith but I don’t have any scenarios off the top of my head 🤨 a drabble à la the crooked kind would be so fun to read!!

but honestly anything and everything you put out, I will read. I eat it up every time.

▹— pre-outbreak!joel miller x platonic!f!reader

▹— summary: drabble from the crooked kind universe! • the time joel realised what your home life is like.

▹— a/n: my first ever drabble pls go easy on me D: (also if you have any situations you’d like written for this universe or others just send in a request!)

▹— warnings: abusive & neglectful family, almost father figure joel, sarah is your best friend, mention of argument with parents

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Perhaps, he thinks now, Joel should have been suspicious of what you and Sarah had been hiding the third time you were sleeping over during the week. After all, most parents had a no-school-nights rule, and you were always quite skittish around him when he asked you questions. You also never responded well to him asking to speak to your parents, insisting that he didn’t.

But in his defence, he didn’t have a no-school-nights rule, so he figured that maybe, your parents didn’t either. It wasn’t a terrible assumption to make, although he’d given up on speaking to your parents pretty easily.

You and Sarah always got up on time for school, and you didn’t cause much trouble. Besides stocking up on some of your preferred snacks, you hadn’t had much of an impact on the Miller household, you actually blended in so well that it was like you were always there.

It was on the now sixth time of you staying at the Miller residence during the week that Joel was really starting to get suspicious. Over the course of the past three weeks, you had spent days and nights at his and Sarah’s, without so much of a word from your parents. Joel knew that he wouldn’t be all too happy if his daughter was out of the house for so long, but what could he do? Hell, even Sarah got defensive over him trying to talk about your parents.

The seventh time, he couldn’t keep quiet.

“Hey, kids?” He called up the stairs, having seen your shoes stored away neatly by the door. It was usually around dinner that Sarah begged for you to be allowed to stay the night, and that time was fast approaching. Joel figured it was best to nip this in the bud.

“What is it, dad?” Sarah yelled back, and Joel rolled his eyes at the attitude she was already showing. He resisted the urge to do that annoying parent thing, where they just didn’t answer your reply after they yelled you first.

“Come on down here, the both of you!” He responded after a moment of hesitation, hearing the vague sound of the two of you sharing hushed whispers. Joel moved on into the living room when he heard the steps coming down the hallway, the two of you finally descending the stairs when he had taken a seat on the sofa.

Sarah looked nervous, though you looked far more so, with trembling hands that you wrapped tightly around the straps of your backpack, already worn on your back. “Dad?” Sarah asked, after he hadn’t spoken for more than a moment of the two girls standing in the room.

Joel sighed, nodding his head to the couch and waiting for you both to sit down before he spoke again. “Listen, I think we need to have a talk.” He began, frowning when Sarah immediately cut him off from saying anything else.

“Dad, are you being serious?” She asked, eyes wide and defensive, and her sudden alarm wasn’t improving your nerves, either, and you were looking more anxious by the second. The last thing you wanted was for Sarah to get into trouble for you. “You’re being unreasonable! She needs to stay over here—”

Joel decided to play at Sarah’s own game, holding a stern look on his face as he cut her off. “Sarah, that’s enough. I ain’t said a word, just yet, calm yourself down.” He told her, not liking the frown she held on her expression. Joel turned his gaze to you, softening his expression when you shrunk under his gaze. “Now you two listen to me, alright? I don’t mind you stayin’ here. Can stay as many nights as you please, but god, kiddo, are your parents really alright with that?”

Sarah moved as if she was going to jump in, save you from speaking, but Joel fixed her with the strict dad-look, and she sat back, looking towards you with an apologetic gaze.

“Yeah, they’re—they don’t mind it, one bit. But I can go back, I don’t mean to be overstayin’ my welcome.” You rambled on, giving Sarah an urgent look as she opened her mouth to oppose your words, causing her to move her glare over to her dad.

“And the reason you have to stay here?” Joel asked after a moment, almost hesitantly. But if there was something more going on, he had to know about it. He was the parent here, and it was his job to look after the people under his roof.

You practically withered under the combination of his look and his question, clutching your bag straps tightly, like you were ready to head off with a moment’s notice.

“It’s nothin’, Mr. Miller, we just like hangin’ over here. Your place is much nicer than mine, right Sarah?” You looked to her pleadingly, and Joel’s suspicion only grew when Sarah nodded painfully quickly, confirming your words.

He didn’t believe you, not for a second, but decided to let the two of you off the hook.

It was the eighth time that Joel knew.

He felt sick to his stomach for not picking up on it before, for not actively trying to find out what was wrong when he knew something wasn’t quite right. For a moment, he also became angry with his own daughter, for not telling him.

The incessant knocking on the door came late that night, and given it was close to 9PM and dark out, Joel wondered who the hell would be coming to his house. It couldn’t have been Tommy — he would never knock, so Joel truly had no idea.

When he opened the door, he certainly didn’t expect to be met with you, backpack slung over your shoulders, your eyes squinting through the rain that was coming down heavy.

“Hi, Mr. Miller.” You greeted, shakily, and he didn’t miss the tremor in your tone as he ushered you inside out of the cold rain. You tried not to look too nervous under his scrutiny, tried to remain brave and nonchalant as he closed the door after you. “I’m really sorry, but could I stay over here tonight?” You asked him then, and Joel could’ve sworn he heard his own heart break at your voice.

“Jesus Christ,” He said, eyes wide as he took you in, soaked to the bone, your eyes shining with something that wasn’t from the weather. “Of course you can, kiddo, c’mon, let’s get you dried off.”

Whilst you took your shoes off, aiming not to traipse wet footsteps all throughout their house, Joel shouted up to Sarah to bring some towels. She didn’t hesitate given the urgency in his tone.

“What happened?” Sarah asked desperately as Joel took the towels from her hands to wrap them around you as you shivered, turning to look at Sarah with a nervous smile.

Joel didn’t miss the way you nervously looked in his direction, and busied himself taking the school bag from your hand and placing it down in the hallway. “Just got into a fight with my parents, ‘s’all.” You said, clearly downplaying whatever had gone on in your household. Joel’s attention was caught, that was for certain, and now he regretted every letting you go back to your own house, especially when you so often looked reluctant to leave.

Sarah looked towards Joel, much like you had, before she turned back to you, where you held the towel around your shoulders tighter. “Was it about you stayin’ over?”

You shook your head. “No, didn’t make my bed this morning.” You told her, not seeing the way Joel’s face fell. He couldn’t imagine telling Sarah off for something so badly that she left home late evening, in the pouring rain, let alone over an unmade bed.

“Kiddo,” Joel sighed, placing a hand against your shoulder, a look of slight anguish on his expression. “The two of you should’ve told me what was really goin’ on. You could’ve stayed as long as you liked.”

You frowned, your eyes still teary as you looked at your best friend’s dad, “Didn’t wanna keep botherin’ you.”

“You’re not a bother,” He said firmly, “Now c’mon, let’s get you into some dry clothes. You eaten?” At the shake of your head, his frown deepened further, but he nodded. “Then we’ll get you some food, alright?”

He let Sarah take you upstairs, off to borrow some spare clothes, and he cooked whilst you changed, just hearing the faint sounds of your quiet conversation with Sarah. He felt bad, not being the greatest cook, but he figured even shitty pre-packaged macaroni cheese would be alright with you. In fact, he often found that when you and Sarah had sleepovers, his supply of mac n’ cheese depleted.

You sat on the couch when Joel brought you a bowl of macaroni cheese, something unsettled in your eyes, but you smiled faintly at him.

“Now, you listen to me, alright? Anythin’ happens, and I mean anything, you can come here. Don’t even need to ask.” He said to you firmly, pretending he didn’t see the wobble to your lip that you hid behind your bowl.

“Thanks, dad.” Sarah said softly, responding for you, because she knew you better than you knew yourself. She sat between you and her dad, leaning her head against your shoulder.

“‘Course. But hey, if you’re gonna be stayin’ more often, you drink coffee in the morning?” Joel asked, bringing some lightness back to the conversation, his chosen topic coaxing a snicker from you as Sarah groaned, sick of her dad’s coffee addiction.

“That stuff’s gonna give you a heart attack, you know.” She said matter-of-factly, raising her eyebrows at her dad.

“Milk and two sugars,” You responded, the tremble in your voice replaced with a tinge of amusement, and Joel laughed with you at the sigh of annoyance Sarah let out.

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badaspebble · 5 months

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ah i’m loving your writing~!! i would like to request something where reader is a trainee on a survival show, since swf dancers often become judges, bada being a judge/mentors, and maybe reader gives her secret love letters? or flirts with her off camera because she has a crush. it doesn’t haven’t to be a whole oneshot or something headcanons would be cool too ! ty~

✎ To My Secret Admirer

A/N: Hey babe! Thank you for the compliment and the ask 🫶🏽. I hope you’re doing well. This is like super short and rushed I’m sorry :(

Warnings: Swearing. It’s all just fluff.

Bada Lee x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Who am I?” Those are the first thoughts you had when you saw her. She was beautiful. Absolutely fucking captivating. Her tall stature made her seem unapproachable, but Bada was really just a giant puppy. Who were you? A contestant who was hopelessly in love with this woman. You were somebody that couldn’t have her, right? You pondered on that thought until you were reminded of the way her face would light up when she found your notes towards her. Your notes, not anybody else’s. Of course, she didn’t actually know it was from you, but let’s be honest. You’re way too obvious when you’re around her.

Tripping over nothing? Are you serious? Stuttering when you’re trying to impress her? Lord. Even if she was blind with no sense of anybody taking a liking to her, she would still know it was from you. Might as well write your name on them too. It wasn’t long until you remembered that did actually know.

The little glances towards you, along with the way she’d take any chance to be in contact with you…it made you keep going. You were glad you did, because you started receiving notes too. They weren’t much, but every single word that was written on them really brightened your day.

It would be stuff like “You look so beautiful today,” or funnier ones like “Your hair looks so good! (Please kiss me)” and “Tbh you shouldn’t let others perceive you in my honest, humble opinion that is not biased :)”

You especially loved those ones. Communicating through notes was good at first, but you craved her direct attention. You wanted her eyes on you, wanted her to smile while talking to you.

You’ve been recently feeling very courageous, sending more bold things her way. You’ve even left your lipstick mark on your newest letters. You figured since she basically already knew, might as well go up to her.

Your eyes were glued onto her as you walked up, ignoring the conversation she’s having. Which was a bit rude, but who knows when you’ll be this brave again. You took a deep breath as she turned to you, and swallowed harshly.

“H-“ Your voice cracked, embarrassing you even further. You both just stared at each other after that, with Bada trying not to laugh and you trying not to run away while looking at her blankly.

You didn’t try to speak again, but Bada thankfully spoke up. “Hey..” She smirked, holding in her laugh. Your voice was cute, and it still sounded cute with your voice crack. You were adorable. “How’s your routine going?” She asked, still smiling bright while trying not to laugh.

You swallowed again, threatening whichever higher being that existed to not let you embarrass yourself again. “It’s good…uhm it would’ve been better if you were there to help..” You coughed awkwardly.

Bada looked at you, slowly letting her smile brighten even more, if that was even possible. “Was that your attempt at flirting?” She said with a giggle.

You just looked at her and pursed your lips. “Anyways..” You said, turning your body around and walking away.

You heard Bada’s laughter behind you as it slowly got louder the closer she got. “Don’t run!” More laughter followed. “I thought it was cute, I pinky promise.” She grabbed your arm, turning you around to meet her twinkling eyes. “How about I teach you some stuff later? My studio is just around the corner.”

You looked up at her, letting a shy smile take over your face. “Are you sure that’s even allowed? You’re gonna get me kicked off this thing.” You say jokingly, avoiding her stare.

“I won’t let them. Don’t tell anybody but…you’re my favorite.” She leaned in to whisper jokingly, before she giggled.

Swallowing harshly, you finally met her eyes. “Okay..” You mumbled, still a little bit unsure. You felt her pat your head, subtly messing up your hair and running away as you noticed. “Hey! Bada??” You yell out, hearing her giggles down the hallway.

Sighing, you fixed your hair as you felt your heartbeat increase. Would she actually take the time out of her day to teach you? Are you guys just going to ignore the fact that you’ve been sending letters to each other? You laughed at that, not realizing how weird it sounded out loud.

You sat on the ground next to the set, realizing you don’t have her number nor do you have the location of her studio. “Am I a dumbass?” You laughed at yourself, probably looking crazy as hell. You were about to get up and wallow in your self pity as you walked home until you heard a motorcycle in the distance. It rolled up to you before slowly stopping. You were about to tell them to fuck off before they took their helmet off, revealing Bada.

“Are we in a movie?” Was the first thing you said. “This is the most cliche thing ever.” You continued saying, looking at her in disbelief. Her smile graced her face as she laughed. “Just get on, I promise it’s not that far.”

She handed you a helmet as you looked at her in even more disbelief. “Girl…” You mumbled, putting the helmet on and sitting behind her. She started off going slow before revving her bike and going faster. “How do you even know my head size? That’s very weird of you.” You yelled so she could hear you over the wind.

Silence followed, and you guess she might’ve not heard you. “…Next question.” You finally heard her mumble. You laughed, the arms holding her waist securely started to hug her tighter as you rested your head on her back despite the helmet. It was quiet the rest of the way, both of you just basking in the comfort of each other.

It wasn’t long before you made it to her studio. She was fast as she got off her bike, taking her helmet off before pulling you off too. You giggled despite yourself, loving how unnecessary that entire act was.

Bada played it cool after that. “Yeah I’m like super strong and stuff. I workout occasionally…you know.”

You looked at her. So much for playing it cool. You tried really hard to keep in your laugh, your face turning red and your eyes looking anywhere but her.

“Interesting…” You said while giggling subtly. “Yeah..” Bada said with an awkward cough. “Anyways, let’s go in.” She hurriedly switched the subject, ushering the both of you inside. Once you both settled your stuff, you looked at each other. “Soooo…” You looked around.

Bada looked at you sheepishly, looking kind of guilty. “To be honest, I only did this so I could spend time with you..” She mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy as she looked around.

Smiling, you sat on the floor facing the mirror. You patted the spot next to you. “So let’s get to know each other some more..”

Bada giggled again, looking like she just won a million bucks as she sat next to you. The night went on, as the both of you talked about anything. From favorite colors, to wondering if aliens exist, to theories about the multiverse.

“Do you think we’d meet in every universe?” You questioned. Bada looked at you, her eyes sparkling brightly as she took in you, your soul…your existence in her life. “I would hope so…I think you’re the only one I’d want to meet in every universe.”

She held your hand, interlocking your pinkies together as you guys giggle. “You're actually probably stalking me in every universe” Bada says jokingly.

You look at her with wide eyes and an offended expression. “Way to ruin the moment dummy..”

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year

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Omg pls you should write a hot, cocky slytherin Harry one shot 😭

'Hey, Malfoy!'

'Fuck,' Draco said, and walked faster. His stomach did a little swoosh swoosh and a little hoppity hop and that made him scowl so he said, 'Fuck,' again.

'I know you heard me,' said Potter cheerfully falling into step beside him, leaning in to speak quietly into Draco's ear. The hairs on the back of Draco's neck sprang up.

He walked faster still. He was very late and the library would close and Pince would charge him a late fee for Beikoff's Brave Brews - A Venture Into Modern Potion Brewing, and it wouldn't even be a fair fee, honestly, she demanded the most bizarre numbers, the bint.

'Of course I heard you,' Draco said and he did not look at Potter. No, he stared straight ahead and walked with purpose. Maybe even stuck his nose up a bit. 'My ears work just fine.'

'Yeah, not like your eyes.'

'What? My eyes work just fine too.'

'Really, Malfoy, what eighteen year old wears reading glasses?'

'It's hereditary!' Draco said indignantly, stopping and swivelling around to face him. His cheeks felt very hot. 'And look who's talking?! You've been four eyed since you were, what? Six?!'

'I don't need them to read, though,' Potter said, grinning gleefully. He was always grinning. He had such white teeth and he grinned so wide and they shone against his lovely brown skin. His eyes shone too. They were very pretty and they shone. Behind ugly glasses. Aha!

'Your glasses are ugly,' Draco said. 'They're not even very trendy. Did you take them from your grandfather?'

But Draco did not wait for an answer and stomped off with a hmph because Potter was looking at him again. Looking. Like that.

Like he thought Draco was adorable. Like he wanted to touch Draco. To hold him like he were a...a little dormouse or something, and...and kiss him and pet his head and show him off to all his horrid, Slytherin friends.

Like he wanted to swallow Draco whole.

'Malfoy?'

Draco was staring. Again. At Potter. Draco was staring at Potter with his mouth a wee tiny little bit open and his eyes were unfocused and probably glazed over.

Potter's grin was now predatory.

'Lubrication!' Draco blurted out. Practically shouted it. He then had to focus very hard on not fainting.

Potter, his eyes enormous, raised his bushy eyebrows very high.

'Beg pardon?' he asked, voice vibrating with horrible, perverted glee.

'I-- I'm on medications, Potter, I'm very sick!' Draco announced shrilly.

'Oh? What's wrong, Malfoy?'

'It's dryness!' Draco snapped. 'When the eyes aren't-- aren't wet, they get dry.' Absolutely incredible. To think of his IQ. He might as well be a Slytherin. 'And so I'm taking potions. To make them wet.'

Potter wasn't grinning anymore. He was looking at Draco very intently.

'Okay,' Potter said slowly.

'So-- so that's why they were like that, that's why my eyes looked like that just now,' Draco spoke quickly now. He had things to do, books to return, essays to write, other books to read, pillows to scream into.

'Look like what?'

'Glazed over,' Draco said impatiently. 'When the eyes get dry, they look glazed over. Eyes are very delicate, Potter, they need constant lubrication or else they can get, well, dry. Fuck. 'And itchy.' Fuck. 'And so just now when I was staring at you, I mean gazing at you, I mean I was not gazing, not gazing.' Fuck. Oh, fuck. 'I think gazing requires more and very intense looking, like in Astronomy? With stars? Through a telescope.' Astronomical fuck.

Potter's grin was back. It was so...so salacious. And evil. Really, Slytherins were all so terrible and perverted and...so bad. Bad people.

Draco's back hit the wall. What. How why? Well, okay, but only because his knees were shaking and he really, really needed the support.

Potter needed the support too, apparently, because he planted one hand on the wall. Right next to Draco's head.

Draco's eyes darted, without permission, to look at the hand. Wide hand, very big. Hairy knuckles. Bitten nails with dirt under them. So uncouth, honestly. Yuck, bleurgh oh Potter's face was very close.

Draco hugged his book very tightly because he needed comfort he needed strength Potter looked very strong, he was always flying, my god Potter's chest had to be, what, 45 inches wide?

'Malfoy,' Potter purred. He was so repulsive, honestly, whose voice sounds like that, maybe Draco should punch him in the throat. 'Are all you Ravenclaws this cute?'

Maybe Draco would punch him in the throat over his Adam's apple, his neck was really elegant actually, Potter had excellent bone structure.

'I really am curious because you're the only nerd-- er, Ravenclaw I ever look at. I mean, gaze at.'

Potter's dirty, dirty smirk, his other big hand in his pocket, ugh such a reprehensible lack of manners.

'But I can still say that, you are, by far, the cutest nerd-o-claw in the whole damn school,' Potter reached up and touched the tip of Draco's nose. 'Boop,' he said softly.

Potter had touched Draco's face. Just like that. And he had said the word "boop". His chest was definitely at least 38 inches broad, exactly 38, Draco was ready to wager and my god did Potter never get a haircut? How did one read with such masses of hair in one's green eyes all the time.

'But then you know that,' said Potter. 'You've always known that.'

Broad chest, dry eyes, very nice neck, late library book - yes good, a comprehensive list.

'I've been telling you for years,' Potter murmured with a little tilt of his head.

He leaned right in and pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek.

'If only you paid attention, Malfoy,' Potter frowned, but his eyes twinkled, 'Tut tut. Some Ravenclaw.'

Potter shook his head and backed away. Still shaking his head he winked at Draco. Then he walked off, throat bobbing with laughter.

'Later, sweetheart,' he chimed over his shoulder.

Pince was going to drain the Malfoy vaults. It really had to be illegal.

Illegal.

(Part 2)

#i have sat on this ask for three hundred years 🥲#and it got away from me i am apology #drarry fic #slytherin harry #i had to go an extra step with the #ravenclaw draco #my writing

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chapel-of-rizztual · 8 months

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I was wondering if you would possibly do a regressed ghoul with mama Aurora, please? Maybe some reassuring snuggles after a difficult ritual?

❤️

The show was cut short. It was no one’s fault, the storm had just gotten too dangerous for them to carry on. They were all devastated, obviously, but it was the best decision to keep everyone safe.

They all kind of awkwardly stood backstage, not fully knowing what to do. The usual post show adrenaline wasn’t there, with them not being on stage for long enough.

Aurora watched as Mountain stormed off the stage, the scowl on his face was evident even Through the mask. He didn’t say a word to anyone, just grabbed Swiss by the hand and dragged him into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him.

Dew had laughed at him, saying something about ‘it should have been me’ and ‘pray for Swiss’ ass because he’s gunna need it.’ Rain had slapped his hand over Dew’s mouth before he could say anything else.

Aurora wasn’t really paying attention, she was too busy looking for the one ghoul missing. Phantom. He was her summoning brother, her twin flame, she felt the connection of his presence more then the others. Which meant she felt his absence more.

“Hey, has anyone seen Phantom? She asked, looking nervously around the ghouls.

They all shook their heads at her, looking around between them like they’d only just realised he wasn’t there.

“I haven’t seen him since he scampered off stage.” Rain replied to her, his hand still covering Dew’s mouth. “He ran off so fast.”

“Check in my dressing room for him.” Cumulus smiles sweetly at her as she speaks. “He likes to hide in there sometimes.”

Aurora takes off in the direction of Cumulus’ dressing room before anyone can say anything else.

Just like Cumulus had said, Phantom was on her dressing room, sat cross legged on the floor, picking fluff off the carpet. His helmet was still on but he’s pulled his balaclava down to his chin. He looked up hearing the door open.

“Mama.”

Aurora looked behind her to make sure Cumulus hadn’t followed her.

“Mama? You want Cumulus? I can go get her she’s just down the hall.”

Phantom pouts at her, shaking his head, making grabby hands towards her. “Mama.”

Aurora shuts the door carefully behind her. “Me? I’m mama today?”

Phantom nods, still making grabby hands towards her. She picks him up off the floor easily, she might be small but she’s strong. He wraps his legs around her hips, trying to bury his face into her neck but is stopped by his mask. He lets out a whine, pulling away from her neck with a sad pout on his face.

Aurora laughs lightly at him, swaying them slightly where she stands. “Why didn’t you take your mask off when you got off stage, bug?”

Phantom points to the buckle under his chin. “Tricky.”

“Ah, I see. Couldn’t manage it on your own?” She undoes the buckle easily with one hand, pulling his helmet off, throwing it onto the sofa that’s pushed to the side of the room.

Phantom shakes his head, fluffing his hair up and unglamouring his horns. He buries his head into her neck with a small sigh.

Aurora sits down on the small sofa, moving Phantom so he’s sat more on her lap, keeping his head buried in her neck. He lets out a contented sigh, nuzzling deeper into her, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder.

“What’s made you go so little, bug?” She runs her fingers through his hair, rubbing at his horns. “You don’t normally drop this fast.” Phantom whimpers into her neck, fidgeting a little. “Changed.”

Aurora hums in realisation. “Ah, the schedule changed.”

Phantom nods, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder harder. “I know, it’s hard when things change, huh?”

Phantom wiggles down a little so his head is resting on her chest. “Don’t like it, mama.” “Oh I know.” Aurora coos at him. “But you’re being so brave, are you? You didn’t even cry about it.”

Phantom gives a little chuff. “Wanted to be brave for you, mama.”

Aurora feels her heart melting out of her chest. “My brave boy, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Hey, there’s one good thing about the show being over early.”

Phantom looks up at her with wide eyes, his pupils blown.“What?” Aurora squeezes him close to her, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. “It means we can cuddle more.”

Phantom let’s put a chuff that turns into a purr, snuggling deeper into Aurora's chest, rubbing his cheek against her.

“Oh, I knew you’d like that.” Phantom thrills, his ears flicking. “Want all the cuddles please, mama.”

Aurora rubs a hand down his back, rubbing small circles at the bottom of his back. “You can have all the cuddles you want, baby.” The two stay cuddled up on the sofa for a long time. So long that they both end up falling asleep, tangled up together on the lumpy backstage sofa. That’s how Cumulus finds them later and she can’t help pulling her phone out to take a picture of the cute sight.

#Regressed ghouls #thank you for the ask!! 💕#the band ghost #ficlet #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #aurora ghoulette #phantom ghoul #anonymous #my writing

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redux-iterum · 24 days

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Charred Legacy: Chapter One

(AO3 counterpart here.)

All things considered, it was a nice night.

Fireheart was half-rolled onto his back, front paws tucked into his upturned chest while his rear end remained on its side. His tail tapped absentmindedly on the still-warm sand as he gazed up at the stars. The weather had loosened up, mercifully keeping the sky clear and even warming the air a little. It was still somewhat chilled, but the ground had softened from muddy slop to dense soil—still retaining a bit of moisture, but not enough to stick to a traveling cat’s paws—and the frost had barely made an appearance before shying away and melting again into dew.

Thank the Three for small miracles, Fireheart thought as his eyes lazily drifted from star to star. They know we needed it.

Caught up in the beauty of the sky and the grainy comfort of the sand, he was only somewhat registering cats talking around him. Faint squeals drifted out of the nursery’s entrance and his ear twitched at what he thought (hoped, really) was Goldenflower gently chiding the kits inside. Frostfur’s litter was already out, but in the past month they had calmed down considerably and come to prefer talking with the one cat in the apprentice’s den who would soon be a warrior, Swiftpaw, as he regaled them with stories of the territory and all the strange creatures they would see there.

Fireheart twisted his head back and to the side a bit—yes, there they were, listening to the black tom recounting his experience going to the Mother on the far side of the territories.

“And I know she looks scary,” he was saying, “but that’s kind of the point, I think. It makes you respect her even more. You just have to be brave and go into her mouth, trusting her. And Yellowfang will be there to guide you, so you’ll find your way.”

The sole molly of the litter, fluffy ginger-patched Brightkit, spoke up now. “I won’t be scared. The Mother wouldn’t hurt us—we’re her favorites.”

Thornkit, dark and golden-brown, frowned at her. “Still gotta be ‘spectful.”

Fireheart’s mouth twitched into a brief grimace in sympathy as the tom’s ears went back in embarrassment at the end of his sentence. Thornkit still slurred and stumbled over his words, even with as much as Frostfur had worked with him on speaking clearly, and he had been speaking shorter and shorter sentences recently, and at a much lower volume. His siblings understood him just fine, save one.

That one, the deaf little white tom directly in front of Swiftpaw, was Snowkit. His bright blue eyes, wide and vibrant, were fixed on Swiftpaw’s mouth as the apprentice said, “Yeah, it’s important to be quiet on the walk in and during the ceremony. Just wait until Yellowfang speaks to you.”

Brackenkit, a thinner and lighter version of Thornkit, tilted his head. “Will Cinderpaw be there?”

“She was when I went.” Swiftpaw’s eyes lifted upwards as he squinted a bit. “I mean, we did ours together, so that’s why, but I think she’d have to go anyway.” He turned to look at his dark grey sister as she limped out from the ferns by the meeting stump. “Hey, Cinderpaw! Are you going to be with these kits when they do their pilgrimage?”

Cinderpaw beamed with a hacking scoff very similar to her mentor’s. “Obviously! I have to learn how to do it myself, and there’s no way I’m missing out on Brighty getting blessed.” She swept her tail, crooked at the tip, in the direction of the toms. “And you guys, of course.”

Brackenkit seemed to take no offense. “I bet my blessing will be from Rokhar.”

Fireheart purred, rolling slowly onto his side. Of all the three gods, the Tiger was the one he understood the least. Then again, it seemed like everyone outside of the seer role had some trouble grasping exactly what Rokhar was all about. The first seer of Fireheart’s life in ThunderClan, Spottedleaf, had described him as being “in-between” and “all-encompassing”. Even after more than a year of being a Clan cat, Fireheart still had no idea what that meant.

“Why Rokhar?” Swiftpaw asked, sounding amused. “Because he’s the cool—?“

“Because he’s the cool one!” Brackenkit said, exactly in tandem with the apprentice. At another frown from Thornkit, he added, “I mean, they’re all cool, but Rokhar’s the coolest.”

Cinderpaw limped up to the little gathering of the young, her bad leg crumpled up towards her belly. “Knowing your dad, he’s probably telling Horoa right now to bless all of you with a Lion’s touch.”

While the kits all started babbling to each other about whether that was true or not, Fireheart’s heart clenched at the mention of Lionface. He had been the deputy of ThunderClan after Redtail, another first for Fireheart when he had joined the Clan from life as a house cat. Both of them had been great toms, Redtail kind and friendly and Lionface majestic and confident (even if he and Fireheart had clashed here and there). Both of them were gone, and both of them had been…

Fireheart’s claws sank into the sand. He eyed Cinderpaw’s crippled leg.

It had been around a month since the trial that shattered the Clan’s collective heart. No one had spoken of it after it happened, and even the mere implication of something that would link back to that night was hushed or ignored. Fireheart couldn’t stand this thing Clan cats had with refusing to acknowledge bad cats or the things they’d done; it didn’t help anyone feel better, it just made things awkward and sad. Supposedly, the spirits of these bad cats could come back if spoken about or named and haunt the territories, but as far as Fireheart had seen, the only thing they haunted was his dreams.

What he’d give to talk about this with Goldenflower.

But she was in the nursery now, and she needed peace and quiet to raise his adoptive siblings until they were big enough to come out and explore camp. Being forbidden from visiting, Fireheart just had to rely on news shared by Brindleface or Frostfur—mostly Brindleface, as Frostfur had left the nursery early to give the crowded den some room and now only came to check on her nearly-grown kits. Brindleface had been incredibly nervous and sensitive when she was stuck in the den, but now that she had been able to leave her kits for walks here and there…

“Fireheart! There you are!”

The ginger tom blinked and got to his feet, shaking off what sand had clung to his fur. The beautiful grey tortoiseshell in question had just climbed up and out of the nursery, her pale green eyes shining as Fireheart approached her.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said when he was close enough. “Well, two surprises.”

Fireheart perked up. “Really? Are they about Cloudkit?”

“They are.” Brindleface’s fluffy tail curled at the delight that must have immediately brightened up Fireheart’s face. “I’m sorry you couldn’t have come seen him before, but that makes this a little more interesting.”

Cloudkit had been adopted into the Clan, the same as his uncle. Fireheart had been given the kit by his frantic sister, Rosy, and ThunderClan took him in with only a bit of reluctance. The two of them did not look similar—Fireheart was skinny and shorthaired and Cloudkit was a ball of white fluff—and with the automatic distance of Fireheart not being able to visit to see his nephew and bond with him, he could only hope that they wouldn’t be so different that they could not find common ground besides being outsiders at birth, especially since Fireheart had promised to mentor Cloudkit once he became an apprentice.

“What is it, then?” he asked, trying not to sound overly-eager.

“Well, for one…” Brindleface turned and poked her head into the nursery. “Babies, do you want to come out now?”

Indistinct squeaks of excitement immediately followed this, and Brindleface purred before turning back to Fireheart, saying, “That’s the first surprise. They’re ready to meet you.”

Fireheart’s fur flared out and he beamed. “I can see him now!”

Brindleface nodded, her whiskers twitching. “And the second…”

She gestured with her paw just in time for the first kits to scramble out of the den: both grey with broken tabby markings, similar in every way except for the molly being both more delicate in the face and fluffier than her brother. They completely ignored Fireheart and bumbled out into the center of camp. Who followed them was—

Not the kit Fireheart had brought in.

This kit was fluffy and round, sure, but ginger covered his ears and nose and was steadily claiming his tail. His fur was quite long and puffed out, even if he was a bit small; if it weren’t for the unusual color, he would fit perfectly in with the rest of ThunderClan. By the way his deep blue eyes blinked owlishly at Fireheart, he was just as surprised at the reunion.

“Cloudkit,” Brindleface said with another paw-gesture, “this is your uncle, Fireheart. Remember how we talked about him?”

“Ohhh,” Cloudkit said loudly. He looked Fireheart up and down before announcing, “You’re short.”

“Cloudkit!” Brindleface scolded. “That’s rude.”

Fireheart chuffed and bent his head to meet his nephew’s eye-level. “And you’re pudgy.”

Cloudkit squinted at Fireheart. “What’s ‘pudgy’?”

“Fat!” Cinderpaw called from across the clearing.

Cloudkit squawked and slowly and clumsily swatted a paw in the direction of Fireheart’s nose. “’Mnot pudgy! You’re pudgy!”

Brindleface stared at the little tom in baffled embarrassment, but Fireheart pretended to be struck and rubbed his nose like it’d been scratched.

“Don’t beat me up, please,” he said, poorly hiding his amusement. “I’m sorry, you’re not.”

Cloudkit nodded in satisfaction—then, to Fireheart’s surprise, he toddled right up to his uncle and bumped their noses together. Him being so small, it didn’t hurt, but it was more of a punch than usual.

“Hi, uncle,” Cloudkit said, pulling back.

Fireheart’s whiskers twitched. “Hi, nephew.”

“That’s better.” Brindleface stepped forward to lick Cloudkit’s ear. “Are you ready to meet your Clanmates now?”

The little puffball nearly jumped in place and waddled off after his siblings, who were currently interrupting the discussion between Frostfur’s litter and Swiftpaw. Fireheart watched him go, amazed at the strength of the flame of affection in his chest, even when he hadn’t seen the kit since he’d come to the Clan.

“How did his fur get like that?” He turned to Brindleface now. “He was white when I brought him in.”

Brindleface rolled a shoulder. “Kittypet blood, I’m guessing. I’ve never seen anything like that in the territories. I thought he was sick at first, but he’s been perfectly happy and healthy this whole time.” She gave Fireheart a cheeky squint. “Both of you stick out now.”

Fireheart sighed a chuff. “At least he’ll be warm this winter.”

Brindleface nodded. Then her eyes flicked to the side and narrowed a fraction before she walked off after her litter. Fireheart’s gaze followed where she’d looked.

Darkstripe. Of course. He was glaring at the now-wandering Cloudkit.

Fireheart contained another, much heavier sigh. Since the trial, the dark tabby had hardly said more than one word to anyone, and they had to speak to him first. Fireheart hadn’t dared start a conversation with him—Darkstripe had never liked him to begin with, but since the end result of the trial was largely on Fireheart’s shoulders, the hatred in Darkstripe’s eyes burned Fireheart’s back whenever the two had to cross paths. He’d done his best to give the older warrior space, which was difficult when they shared a den.

Anticipating the glare to turn on him, Fireheart prepared to look away and find something else to engage with. He was saved by the camp entrance rustling to reveal the pale brown tortoiseshell Speckletail leading a patrol in. As her followers trotted to the prey-pile, she approached Darkstripe and said something to him Fireheart didn’t catch. Darkstripe didn’t respond beyond a twitch of his lip, getting to his feet and stalking out of camp. Speckletail watched him go, huffed and shook her head before joining the rest of the patrol.

After the loss of the prior deputy—the one that trial had been all about—Speckletail had been selected to replace him. She hadn’t been the expected choice, but she had accepted the role and immediately went about keeping the Clan busy and organized for the first month of her tenure. Fireheart suspected that this was a tactical decision; giving everyone something to do kept them from stewing in their own thoughts over the events of the past fall. Things had finally slowed down, with the warmer weather gifting the Clan with more prey than Fireheart had been told showed up in the end seasons. This was one of the first nights in quite a while that Fireheart had gotten to stay home and just enjoy the peace of camp.

“Good evening,” he said to Speckletail as she walked past him with a woodrat.

She nodded to him, putting down her prey for a moment. “Any word while I was gone?”

Fireheart shook his head, ears going back sadly. “I haven’t spoken to her since a few days ago.”

Speckletail sighed through her nose. Her eyes were tired. “I’ll talk with her once I’ve eaten.” She picked up her prey again and continued on her way, sitting down with Willowpelt on the far side of camp.

Fireheart’s eyes drifted to the wall of briar that surrounded the sandy clearing. Though he couldn’t see it, his gaze landed on the area where the leader’s den was situated on the outside.

Where Bluestar was undoubtedly sleeping.

The trial and the near-murder preceding it had hurt everyone, but it had broken something in the Clan’s leader. Only a few days after the deputy’s execution, Bluestar had become a rare sight. She now walked alone in the forest or holed up in her den, only coming out to order patrols or respond to something Speckletail asked her about. It had been part of the quiet conversation for some time now, but no one dared to broach the topic to Bluestar—even Fireheart, her former apprentice, or Whitecloud, her nephew.

It wasn’t fair, Fireheart wanted to shout to the stars. Of all the cats suffering, why did their leader have to struggle the hardest? The pain and suspicion and fear clouded her eyes and silenced her voice. It had been her throat the deputy’s teeth nearly crushed, her friends and Clanmates he crippled and murdered to get to her. Now, whenever she looked at her charges, it seemed like she was gauging their intentions, how well they could be trusted. Even Fireheart had been under scrutiny more than once.

She really would benefit from being able to talk about this whole thing…

“Cloudkit, please!”

Fireheart blinked and was back in camp. He turned his head to see his nephew marching for the fallen log that was the elder’s den. The elders were already out—lanky and grey One-eye, dark brown Halftail, and black-and-white Patchpelt—but they were talking among themselves, completely unaware of the kit making his way towards them, his siblings trailing behind with curious looks on their faces. Brindleface was padding after them, calling for Cloudkit.

“Let them be—” she started, but Cloudkit broke into a clumsy imitation of a run and continued on. Just as he reached Patchpelt, he tried to slow down, only succeeding in crashing right into the elder and stumbling backwards, plopping into a sitting position.

Patchpelt coughed (as he had been lately) in surprise and looked round to see the kit. His faded eyes brightened. “Well, now! I don’t remember this one.”

“I’m Cloudkit.” The furball blinked up at him. “My sister is Aspenkit and my brother is Ashkit.”

Halftail tilted his head, eyes narrowed analytically.

“You’ve got some ginger on your face, little ant,” croaked One-eye, peering with her single eye at the kit. “Or you’ve been playing in the sand.”

“No, he’s supposed to look like that.” Brindleface hurried up to them. “I’m sorry he disturbed you.”

“You know we love being disturbed,” Patchpelt said fondly, looking at the grey kits as they approached. “Ah, and this must be Ashkit and Aspenkit.”

The tom kit nodded firmly, standing as tall as he could, while the molly lowered her nose and shyly regarded the ground. Cloudkit, meanwhile, was meeting One-eye’s gaze, looking completely unbothered by the marred face that every kit and new apprentice was a little taken aback by. Fireheart noted with pride that he didn’t broach the topic of One-eye’s accident, only chirping, “You’re tall.”

One-eye chortled. “And old, on top of that. Do you know what my name is?”

Cloudkit shook his head.

“I’m One-eye, unsurprisingly.” The pale molly nodded to her denmates. “That’s Halftail and Patchpelt. Can you guess which is which?”

“Um…” Cloudkit scrunched up his little face before answering slowly. “Patchpelt’s got patches, and Halftail’s brown, right?”

“Very good.” Patchpelt purred. “We have easy names to remember.”

Cloudkit brightened up and wagged his short little tail. “I did it!”

“Yes, you did it,” Brindleface said, touching her nose to her adopted son’s head, adding to the elders, “I can distract him if he starts to bother you.”

“Oh, he’s not a bother at all.” One-eye tilted her head comically at Cloudkit, who trilled in response. “I haven’t had a kit not flinch at my face since I became an elder.”

Fireheart watched on as Cloudkit made his way around to Halftail, who eyed him suspiciously but said nothing. An anxiety he didn’t know was in his stomach settled at the warm looks on the elders’ faces when Cloudkit loudly announced, “Fireheart’s my uncle!” and puffed out his little chest.

He’s bold, Fireheart thought affectionately, watching his nephew respond to Patchpelt’s kindly questions about life in the nursery. Rosy, whether or not you get to see him again, I know you’ll be proud.

#warrior cats #redux iterum #iterum #chapter #chapter one #book three #arc one #charred legacy

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ferosmorningstar · 13 days

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defending Lilith? the bad mother and the seems to be villain of the next season? sucks to be you

Not gonna make any drawing on this. cause is pointless and it didn't deserve the time and effort.

*takes a deep breath*

WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT LILITH YET. And who the FUCKING hell told you she's just the only one who we have to blame? I really love Lucifer but know he also fucked things up in his marriage. and I was in his particular situation ages ago so I can get it. That makes me think that he have the same amount of guilt as Lilith because that's how relationships works sometimes, not everything would be perfect forever and Im sure as hell you never had to deal with something like this before.. But hey, it takes two to tango. And Lucifer seems to be troubled and depressed for his previous decisions. So this is my thoughts about the situation:

I think Lilith got angry and disappointed of Lucifer for the same reason he said to Charlie ''There's no point in trying to save sinners''. I think Lilith get so discouraged because the person she love didn't grant her the trust and support to help her people and the breaking point was when he maybe said something to Charlie that in the pilot made her said ''maybe dad was right'', and of course that he agree to let the exterminations happen. That's why she didn't let Charlie get close to Lucifer, to not let him discourage her in any way cause Lilith seems to raise Charlie at her image. I want to believe Lilith is not a bad person but she's very fierce in defending what she wants and believes. And of course I don't believe she's a bad mom at all since she seems to enjoy raising, love and caring for her child as in all the pictures they have and how Charlie speaks so highly of her makes you see that Lilith didn't abandon her as a child or anything like that, Lilith left knowing she raise a very brave young princess to follow her dreams . So that's why Lucifer now sees that it is not pointless to care about his daughter dreams even if he doesn't believe in it at first. Trying to reconnect with her because at the end both are big dreamers but he didn't get to know her too much until now. Also believe it was a bad move of Lilith to not let Charlie know her father better but if you think of it, she's trying to make her not rely in anyone but her own courage and conviction to be independent as her mother is. I would love to see the regal queen of hell is also a goofy dreamer who would do anything in her power to make her daughter dreams come true.

Even if the Lucilith ship makes me so happy I will accept if they won't get together again. Cause sometimes being apart for the sake of the other person it's also love. I really hope they get together .. but still I won't blame any of them if that never happens. And also hope they won't make her the villain just for the sake of drama

so stfu hater and have a nice day.

(sorry for my bad english, is not my first language)

#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucilith #lilith morningstar #hazbin hotel

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sturn-wrld · 5 months

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🪼brave enough by then

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader gets the confession she never thought she would genre: fluff

warnings: nothing

a/n: pancakes for dinner pt 2. read pt 1 here. not proofread and comment to be added to my taglist :)

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I have been sitting on the plane for a total of 3 minutes reading his text over and over again.

"let's talk when you get home"

that is definitely code for i don't like you but i don't want to say it over a text.

i am now in my head again bashing myself for my silly mistakes but this time on a major level. i can't deal with these thoughts, "your so stupid, he doesn't like you like that" "he is showing to hate you for the rest of your life" "you are never gonna see him again"

this is the time i decide to put my head down, tail between my legs and try to forget about matt.

it's been a long week back home but i'm finally in my uber on the way back to my apartment. i didn't text matt at all during my short visit in fear or might rub salt in the wound. i'm sure he doesn't want to talk to me anymore anyway.

little did i know i was very wrong.

i walked into my apartment to see matt sitting on my couch waiting for me.

"hi" i muster up the courage to spit out as i walk past him to try and hurry to put my bags in my room

"hi, take your time lovely, i'll wait for you"

LOVELY?!?!?!????!!!!

now i'm second guessing if that was a slight text of rejection or a slight text of approval.

as i am finished putting all my things down and feeling more at home again, i go to sit with matt on the couch.

"how was your trip beautiful?" he says placing a strange of my hair behind my ear

"it was good, my mum said hi by the way" i say barely at speaking level

BEAUTIFUL?!?!?!?!???? i swear. this turns into one of those heartbreaks no one saw coming i'm going to turn into a permanent ball in the corner and cry.

"aww that's good, i'll give her a call tonight. so about your text message..."

i stare in fear of what he is going to say next

"how about we use our actual words and you tell me to my face"

i was right to be scared.

"okay. um so matt i have liked you from the moment girls start liking boys. i liked you even before that and there has been not one day where you haven't been stuck in my head"

"oh-"

"please let me finish and then i might be brave enough to answer questions"

he nods to let me continue

"all i have wanted to do with you for the past 10 or so years is play dress up at first and then it was to make pancakes with you and now i want to be one of those girls who takes their boyfriend out on the weekend to show off how hot he is and have you be the boyfriend. my boyfriend. i'm sure you can see from the mess i am, i'm not good with confrontation and i was waiting for the day you told me you liked me, which never came and will probably never come"

as i finish with tears welling in my eyes i looked down my hangs that are held together leaning non my knees trying not to absolutely break down on the spot.

"hey don't say that. y/n i have loved you forever. longer than you've loved me"

i look up, tears running down my face, with hope.

"we were in the same class my whole life and i think that really had an affect on me" he says looking at me grinning and wiping away my tears

"so if it is what you want we can play dress up or make pancakes for breakfast or even go out on the weekends because you are stuck in my head"

"how do you feel about pancakes for dinner?"

"even better" he says planting a short sweet kiss to my forehead

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americaswritings · 1 year

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When we fall | Part 2

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst, description of injuries, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 4.5k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: Here's the second part :) I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

“Who got you smiling like that?”

You looked up from your phone, startled by the voice behind you. It was April, trying to glance over your shoulder to sneak a look at your phone screen. You immediately locked it, slipping it back into your pocket.

“No one”, you blurted out, biting your tongue. “I mean- just…someone.”

“No one or someone?” April wiggled her brows at you, her eyes shining with excitement. “I thought you said you didn’t want to date for a while.”

You let out a sigh. “I don’t”, you agreed, causing her to tilt her head at you in confusion. “But now there’s this guy-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, interrupted by April’s squeal. “Oh god! Calm down!” You gazed around nervously, relieved to find neither Will nor your brother in sight.

“I don’t even really know him.” You feared if April got too excited over the news she had just gotten out of you, she would share them with Maggie. Probably the whole nursing staff too. And if there was one true thing to be said about hospitals, it was that nurses made the biggest gossips.

“But you like him.” It was a statement rather than a question, but still you thought over her words. April was right. You did like Jay. A lot.

He was funny, witty and sarcastic. Always quick with his remarks. Confident. But not in a macho kind of way, but more so that he knew who he was and what he wanted and that he didn’t fear speaking the truth.

And he was charming, if he wanted to be. A big flirt, but in a way that you could never be sure if he was just teasing you or if he meant what he said.

And he was brave. Courageous. He hadn’t given you many insight into that part of his life yet, but from the hints you had gotten you were fascinated by his drive as a detective.

Not to mention he was handsome. Unfairly so. Especially in that leather jacket you had seen him wear, although just a plain t-shirt was enough to show off his arms and- depending on the colour- bring out his eyes.

“Oh god what am I doing!” You let out a groan as the severity of your situation sank in. You were crushing on Jay Halstead, your colleague’s brother. A man you barely knew except a moment of eye-contact at a bar, a brief encounter at the hospital and a conversation outside said bar.

While the two of you had talked the whole way as he had driven you back to your apartment- your head spinning with the fact that he knew where you lived now- it had been mostly about unimportant things. What kind of sports team he liked, what the best food places in Chicago were, how cold it was supposed to turn at the end of the week.

But it had made you feel relaxed and even interested to get more hints into who this man beside you was. You had even been disappointed when you had recognized your apartment building, the exhaustion you had felt wearing off with him around.

Right before the two of you had parted ways Jay had stopped you, insisting on giving you his number. “In case you need another ride”, he had said with a wink.

That same night you had started texting, when you had thanked him for the ride home and you two had kept the conversation steady ever since. You even knew his break times by heart now, a smile stealing its way on your lips whenever you saw a new message from him.

Was it possible you were developing a crush for this man you barely knew?

“This won’t ever work out- I shouldn’t-” “Hey, take a breath.” April had stepped closer towards you, her brows drawn together in concern. “He makes you happy. It’s obvious. Don’t blow this off, because you’re scared what the future might bring.”

You swallowed, but you followed April’s words and took a deep inhale. “I just-”, you shook your head, the fear of the realization that had just dawned on you making your chest tight, “I can’t get hurt again. I just started a life here and I- I can’t.”

You blew out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself. “I’m not ready to get my heart broken again.”

April looked at you, empathy in her eyes. For a moment she didn’t say anything, the words hanging heavy in the air between you. Then she reached out, her hand covering yours. “No one ever is. But don’t jump to all the worst-case scenarios. What if it’s good? And it’s good now, isn’t it?”

You bit your lip, nodding hesitantly. There was no denying it; texting with Jay had become the highlight of your day.

“Then that’s all that matters now.” You nodded again, a shy smile forming on your lips. “Thank you, April.”

The dark-haired woman smiled at you in return, her eyes filled with a warmth you were sure made her patients feel reassured around her. “Always. But don’t think you can keep your secret long. I’m going to find out who that man is that makes you all lovey-dovey.”

“Hey!”

You almost jumped out of your skin, turning your head to see a silhouette pushing of the wall next to the hospital’s doors. You squinted your eyes, trying to determine who it was, waiting for you in the dark.

“Jesus”, you whispered, shaking your head as a relieved chuckle escaped you once the man stepped into the light. “You scared the shit out of me!”

Your heart was racing in your chest and you took a breath to calm it down, the shock slowly vanishing. Jay grinned, his dark clothes doing nothing to elevate him from the darkness.

“Sorry”, he said, stepping further into the light, “I didn’t realize you were zoned out like that.”

“Just thinking”, you muttered, straightening a little. “What are you doing here?”

“I was around here so I figured I would stop by after your shift.” You smiled, feeling warmth spread in your body that Jay had decided to come and see you.

“Are you off work too?”, you asked, your eyes drifting to the badge on his belt. You tried not to stare at the gun that was tugged beside it. Although it was covered by his shirt you could make out the outlines.

Your eyes flickered up again, feeling a little caught as you noticed Jay’s eyes on you. He looked so awake, so attentive, not how you felt after a long day in the ER.

“I’m not. Actually, Burgess is in the car waiting for me, so I should head back soon.” Your brows drew together, confused that Jay had still come to see you, even if he didn’t have much time. It was so unexpected and sweet that you felt a little overwhelmed trying to sort your thoughts.

“Kim’s waiting for you?” You were still having a hard time learning everyone’s names and faces, but you had seen her around the hospital. From what you could tell she seemed very nice. And stubborn, if necessary.

Jay followed your glance over his shoulder, where you could make out a parked black car in the distance. “Don’t worry about her.” He turned back to you. “She owes me a favour. She won’t tell.”

You didn’t know when you had decided to keep whatever was going on between Jay and you a secret, but you were glad he seemed to sense your hesitance of people knowing and respected it. Eventually you wouldn’t be able to keep it to yourselves anymore, you knew that, but for now you wanted this to be just between you and Jay.

Figure out whatever it was and what it could lead into before hearing everyone’s opinions. Especially Willy’s and Connor’s. The thought of one of them knowing was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “A favour?”

Jay shifted. “It’s a long story.”

“Well, I’ve got time, but I suppose you should get back. We don’t want to risk anything.” You almost sighed out loud, wishing for more time. But you knew Jay was as committed to his job as you were to yours and you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“Right”, Jay muttered, but he didn’t move, his eyes on yours. You shifted, unsure what he was expecting you to do or say. “Well-”, you let out a nervous laugh, “why did you even come? I mean, if you don’t really have time.”

It wasn’t an accusation, only curiosity speaking. Jay’s lips curled up in an almost boyish way and he rubbed the base of his neck. “We haven’t talked about that date again”, he began and the words alone made your heart speed up. “I didn’t want to push you, so I thought I would ask you in person. And I just wanted to see you.”

Your heart swelled with fondness as you stared at Jay, his usual confident and casual demeanour replaced by what looked like uncertainty and maybe even nervousness as well.

“I came to Chicago to start over. And there are still some things I need to figure out.” You kept your voice calm and steady as you explained, hoping he couldn’t see how much strength it took you to open up. “It wouldn’t be fair to keep that from you.”

Jay waited, his face giving nothing away as he looked at you. Casting your gaze downwards you fiddled with your hands for a moment. “I don’t wanna screw this up.”

Slowly you lifted your head again, every fear you had thought of returning to you. What if you had scared him of? What if you were interpreting too much into this and Jay was only looking for some fun? What if you had already screwed this up?

His green eyes flickered between yours as you searched his face, trying to find hints to what he was feeling. Thinking.

“I don’t either”, he said seriously, clearing his throat. “Let’s just give it a try. Just one date, see how it goes from there.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to add something, but he didn’t, keeping the suggestion simple and undemanding.

“Okay.”

His jaw relaxed, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah?” You nodded, smiling yourself now. “Yeah. One date. Let’s do it.”

Jay broke into a grin, the sight enough to reassure you it had been the right choice. “I knew you would say yes”, he stated and you shook your head at him. “You’re persistent, Halstead.”

Tugging his hands into the pockets of his jacket Jay shrugged. “Comes with the job.”

Then he raised his phone. “I’m gonna text you.” You stared after him until the darkness had absorbed him, your heart pounding in your chest. But this time it wasn’t because you were scared or overwhelmed.

You would be going on a date with Jay Halstead.

This time, it was excitement.

Jay was taking you out Friday night.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t counting the days in your head, eager but also slightly nervous to meet him. Your encounters had been cut short until now, limited by either his or your work schedule.

Did he expect you to dress up or did he prefer a casual look? You wished you had someone you could ask about it, but you couldn’t tell anyone. Not yet.

In the end you decided it wouldn’t matter what choice you made. This wasn’t just about him, it was about you too and you wouldn’t make the mistake of changing who you were for someone ever again.

Still your thoughts were circling the upcoming date, so when Connor nudged you with his elbow to gain your attention, he wasn’t the first one to pull you out of your head that week.

“What are you thinking about?” You blinked yourself back to reality, closing the folder in front of you, which you had been bent over before your brother’s approach.

You didn’t see him much at the hospital, since he spend most of his time in the OR, but whenever your schedules aligned, he offered you a ride and you would spend the time in the car discussing your cases.

“Just how I barely see you these days.” Connor rose his brow. “What, you miss me?”, he asked amused and you shrugged, being serious. “What if I do?”

Living so far away from each other had meant you had barely seen Connor. Now that you had moved to Chicago the two of you had gotten to know each other much better and you had grown used to his presence, only recently moved out of his apartment and into your own.

Connor stared at you, obviously trying to determine whether you were making fun of him or being genuine. When you didn’t say anything, a sad smile appeared on his lips. “You’re right. I’m too busy these days. It’s just- everyone keeps asking me to do this and then that and-.”

“Hey,” you took a step forward, a smile on your lips as you nudged his shoulder. “I get it. You’re very popular here. No reason to get such a big head.” You were joking and Connor let out a breath, shaking his head in amusement. “You know that’s not what I was saying.”

“But it was what you were thinking”, you stated, enjoying it to mess with him. Connor’s face twisted unhappily and you almost giggled at the sight of it. A moment later his expression shifted, replaced by a mask of confidence. “Well, not everyone can be an amazing trauma and cardiothoracic surgeon.”

Now it was your turn to grimace and you scrunched up your nose. “Is that what you’re like when I’m not around? Because people kept telling me how strict and focused you always are that I almost ruined your rep.”

Connor smirked, before his expression turned serious again. “You are right though. You came to Chicago and I haven’t been around the past weeks. It’s not fair.”

You shook your head, your own amusement gone now too. “You don’t owe me anything. You already did so much for me and you know how grateful I am.”

“Dr. (Y/l/n)?” You looked up to where you saw Maggie calling your name. “Coming!” Turning back to Connor you sighed. “That’s my turn. How about you text me when you’re free and I cook for us? Because let’s be real your nutrition probably comes from the vending machine and the hospital’s menu these days and we both know neither is real food.”

Connor let out a laugh. “Doesn’t taste much different from what you cook”, he muttered, which earned him a jab to his shoulder from you. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that”, you whispered as you took off, pretending to be offended by his joke. “You’re going to have to make up for it with a lot of ice-cream.”

“And you talk to me about real food”, you heard his voice before you reached Maggie.

It was only Thursday afternoon when you saw Jay again, his casual stance something you immediately recognized as you rounded the corner. He wasn’t alone, a brown haired woman, which you figured could only be Kim Burgess next to him as well as an older man with hair almost cut down to the scalp.

He looked grim, his arms crossed over his chest as he talked to Ethan, who seemed just as tense and unamused.

It would be better not to interfere you thought as you watched them, but then you caught Ethan’s eyes for a moment and you knew it was only right to join him to try and solve the obvious tension.

Straightening yourself you marched up to them, forcing a neutral smile on your lips. “Hey, I’m doctor (y/l/n). Is there something I can help with?” You glanced between the older man and Ethan, waiting for one of them to acknowledge you.

From the side you could feel Jay’s eyes boring into you, but you tried to avoid his gaze, fearing you would give away how well you knew him, if you allowed yourself a look.

For a moment none of them said anything, until slowly the man’s eyes shifted towards you. It felt like you shrank under his gaze. It was cold and unapologetic, his icy blue eyes mustering you appraisingly. You didn’t know who this man was, but if you had to take a guess you would assume him to be Jay’s boss. The famous Voight.

Jay hadn’t talked much about him, always keeping his words vague, but it was clear the man in front of you wasn’t someone to mess with.

“We’re here to talk to one of your patients, Mr. Diaz. He’s a suspect and he might have valuable information for us.”

His voice was as cold as his gaze, sounding raspy as if he was hoarse from yelling too much. You didn’t want to imagine this man ever screaming at you.

Your gaze flickered to Ethan, silently asking him for his position on the matter. “And I already told you that’s not happening. The man’s straight out of surgery. We wake him now we risk a number of conditions such as brain damage and stroke. You’re going to need to wait.”

“I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to.” Voight- it definitely had to be him- took a step closer, his voice threatening. A shocked breath escaped you as you watched the tension thicken, Ethan’s eyes narrowing.

“I know exactly who I’m talking to. But this is my case, my patient and my responsibility. We’re at the hospital, not the police station so it’s my call.”

Finally your eyes travelled to Kim and Jay, their faces both masks of conflict. Having felt your gaze Jay’s eyes shifted to yours, his expression softening when he saw the hint of fear on yours.

“How about we all calm down for a moment”, he said sternly, stepping between Voight and Ethan. You held your breath, admiring him for his courage but at the same time fearing the consequences it might meant for him. You didn’t want to imagine what Voight’s anger might look like.

“We all want the same thing.” Turning to Ethan he asked, “How long is it going to be until you can wake him up?”

Ethan stayed silent for a moment before he broke his stare with Voight and looked at Jay. “3 to 4 hours, depending on his labs. It was an invasive surgery.” Jay nodded. “Then we wait 3. If he’s not awake then, you will wake him.”

You could see Ethan’s jaw twitch, but he nodded slowly, accepting the peace offering before walking off. You felt your whole body relax, meeting Kim’s eyes who sent you a soft smile.

“Burgess, get back to the station! Halstead, a word!” Voight’s voice was as sharp as a knife and your gaze flickered to Jay’s, your nerves back. To your surprise Jay didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. He was tense, you could see it in his shoulders, but there was not a hint of fear or regret in his eyes as he followed Voight to the side of the hall.

“Don’t worry. Voight will get over it.” You turned your head to find Kim looking at you with sympathy in her eyes. “He looked like he’s about to kill him”, you almost whispered, scared to attract the man’s attention.

Kim followed your line of sight. “We’ve all been at the receiving end of Voight’s temper at least once. It’s no fun, but when working with him it’s inevitable. Jay can handle it.”

You didn’t doubt that. But he shouldn’t have to. It wasn’t fair. Sure, he had undermined his bosses authority in a way, but he had only done it to defuse a conflict. Something that could have ended a lot worse for everyone involved.

“I should get back now before Voight sees me chatting. But it was nice to finally meet you” Kim offered you a smile and you forced one on your lips as well. “You too.”

When she was gone you turned back towards the corner Voight and Jay had rounded, waiting for a sign of them returning. Although it didn’t take long for them to re-appear it was more than enough for your worry to make you a nervous wreck.

Both of them looked equally stoic as they walked through the hall, the tension between them evident enough for everyone to keep their distance. You looked at them from your spot at the nurses desk, trying to catch Jay’s eyes to silently ask him if he was okay. But he didn’t look at you, his eyes trained straight ahead.

At first you thought he did it because of his boss right next to him, but when the two of them parted ways, Jay still didn’t acknowledge you at all. “Hey!” Your hand shot out as he marched past you, grabbing onto his arm.

Jay stopped, turning to you with the same cold look he had worn before. The one that told everyone to get out of his way and not mess with him right now. You could imagine he was pissed, getting told off by his boss for trying to do the right thing, but you would have thought his expression would soften when he looked at you.

It turned out you had been wrong. For a second your eyes flickered over his face as you tried to get a read on him, but he looked so different from the last time you had been together that it was impossible. “Are you in trouble?”

Jay shifted, shaking his head once in an abrupt motion. “Don’t worry about Voight. He’s almost always pissed at someone.”

“But today that someone is you. It’s not fair. You were just trying to de-escalate the situation.” Jay let out a sigh that sounded impatient and you took a step back, taken aback by his reaction. “Anyway, thank you for that. I don’t know what would have happened if you didn’t step up. Ethan can be so stubborn too.”

Jay raised his brow, but it wasn’t in an amused or teasing way. he almost looked…annoyed. “Don’t thank me yet. As long as we get the information we need.”

You swallowed, your eyes flickering to your surroundings. “Are you mad at me or something?”, you whispered, unease filling you.

You couldn’t imagine a reason why Jay would act that way towards you. Even if he did it to avoid raising suspicions, it was very much over the top. No, you decided, there had to be more. Because you couldn’t imagine him speaking to Maggie or April that way.

“Why would I be mad? You told me there are things you’re figuring out. I just didn’t think you meant it so literally.”

You drew in a surprised breath, confused by his words as much as his passive-aggressive tone. “What?”

Jay let out a huff. “You know it all makes sense now. How you were so hesitant about a date, that you’re trying to keep this a secret.” Jay shook his head, his frustration turning into annoyance.

“I’m not blaming you”, he clarified, “weighing your options before you make a decision. We never defined what this is between us, so it’s on me if I expected something you clearly aren’t interested in. But I would prefer not be one of your games.”

“Excuse me?” You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth hanging open in shock as your chest tightened. Something had gone very wrong, only you couldn’t figure out when it had happened and why.

Jay leaned forward, your whole body going stiff as he spoke close to your ear. “I’m out.”

Involuntarily a shiver ran down your spine and you flinched a little, hurt by his words that you couldn’t make sense of. Opening your mouth to say something you weren’t quick enough as Jay took a step back again, looking you straight in the eye. “Have fun.”

Then he turned, leaving you standing there staring after him in shock. None of it made sense, but his attitude had hit you so unprepared you hadn’t been able to defend yourself nor ask the right questions to figure this out. And you doubted Jay would answer your texts.

To hold back the tears that threatened to make their way down your cheeks you forced your teeth into your bottom lip, willing yourself to pull it together.

Maybe it was better this way.

Because you hadn’t even gone on one date with Jay and he had already crushed your heart, leaving you empty and hollow as the hurt spread slowly in your body.

You didn’t want to imagine the pain, if you had fully opened yourself up to him and he had rejected you. The heartbreak seemed unbearable.

But then why did it hurt so much already?

Needless to say you had been in a bad mood since your encounter with Jay at the hospital. He hadn’t texted or called you after that and you hadn’t done so either, not ready to hear his distanced voice again, his usually sparkling green eyes now hard when he looked at you.

Maybe he had heard what had brought you to Chicago and decided he wasn’t interested in dealing with someone like you, but you couldn’t imagine who he should have known from. And it didn’t seem like Jay to judge you.

It all seemed so out of nowhere, like something had changed between you from one day to the next. Maybe the signs had always been there and you had been too naive and overlooked them.

A part of you wanted to ask Will about his brother, if anything had happened he knew about, but whenever you decided to do it, you changed your mind again. Because Will had never mentioned Jay to you after you had brought him up that one time so he probably didn’t know anything about you and him at all.

But you missed him.

Missed his witty messages, updates from his day and questions about yours. They had given you something to look forward to in your day. Something that brought you joy and made you feel special. Now that it was over you were still checking your phone, your heart longing for a text from him.

Anything that showed you he still cared.

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Readers at a battle with herself I guess being locked up really did a number on her. Angst I Eventual Smut I Slight Fluff if you squint hard enough !MDNI!

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How many days has it been?

She doesn't know, but she sure was hungry, and thirsty.

Her wrists were swollen, she'd tried countless times to free herself from the ropes retaining her.

After Bakugou had slapped her, he ordered his men to take her to the dungeon. He demanded she wouldn't eat or drink until he'd said so.

Her ass felt numb, she'd sat in this position since they first had tied her up.

They wouldn't even let her go to use the bathroom she's held it in for quite some time now.

There weren't even any windows to let her know when a day had ended or begun. Her throat felt dry and scratchy from all the screaming she's done. But it was useless they all followed his order and the man himself hadn't come down to see her, which must mean he may be angry but she could care less about what he felt.

Besides she couldn't even fully understand what the guards said, she only knew some basic words from their language. All she could do is sit there hearing them laugh and cackle about god knows what while she starves to death. All of this was the doing of the man she most certainly despised.

Maybe if she died she'd be freed from this torture. It'd be a way out. A way out to be freed.

Nonetheless, it seemed far too easy, Bakugou wouldn't let her off the hook like that though. He'd keep her tortured but breathing and heart beating.

One of the guards retreated leaving only one standing by her cell. The sword hanging off his waist.

Her head bobbed forward slightly now and then. Her eyes darted to the guard opening his metal flask, her mouth opened agape while she watched a few drops roll down his neck. His throat bobbed as he consumed the refreshing liquid. She wanted nothing more than to be that guard at this very moment. The man splashed water onto his palm running his hands through his locks.

Then they both locked eyes. Hers widened slightly.

He looked around the hallway peeking out from the wall. He then walked over to the tied-up girl. He kneeled before her, fetching his flask.

''wan' some'' He had a bit of an accent.

She eagerly nodded. The man brought the flask up to the girl's lips, tilting the flask just a little. She opened her mouth the clear flavorless liquid cascaded down into her mouth.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed every ounce of water, a few drops rolling down her mouth. He retracted the flask scrolling on the lid.

She mouthed a 'thank you'. He smiled at the girl.

'' I'll bring you some bread later in the day''

''thank you'' she gave him a light smile.

''our king could be a bit cruel sometimes, but none of the villagers would've ever fought back as you did'' He smiled at the captured girl before him.

''some might say it's a dumb thing to do at the same time, I say it was brave.''

'' It may be brave on some terms even now, but I'm still here captive overall'' She tugged onto the ropes proving her point.

''in some way, it's considered heroism.''

Her face faltered a bit, '' you know what he'll do to you if he found out you gave me water let alone leave your station to speak to me''

The boy didn't seem to mind instead he gave the girl a grin. '' He's on an expedition acquiring more acres''

'' Along with the lives of innocents,'' She mumbled

''I'm sorry for what was brought upon your homeland''

'' It's fine, it's not your fault anyway, you people just take orders''

''We may not have a choice, but we still choose to take part'' He sat with his legs crossed in front of her.

''It's not like any of you had a say in the matter'' She said.

''We don't but regardless we choose to follow him''

She shook her head. ''because you're forced to''

'' He's our king we have to''

'' I know you do'' She mumbled, she looked down to the concrete ground.

''Hey,'' He said lifting her head softly with his thumb and pointer finger. Her eyes flickered into his green ones. He gave her a wide grin.

'' I'll get you out if it's the last thing I do''

She leaned forward into his touch '' Thank you'' She smiled up at him.

'' Now I have to go. The next guard taking this section will arrive shortly.''

She nodded.

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Two new guards stood outside her cell, crackling about something in their form of tongues. But she was no fool judging by the looks they gave her and the judgmental gaze they'd give her now and then, she knows it was about her.

At times they'd whistle at her, looking her up and down while licking their lips.

Moments like these she'd wish she were back to safety with Bakugou. At least by his side, She knew nobody would dare hurt her unless it were him. She felt somewhat secure around him but wary at the same time. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn't kill her but not enough to feel completely safe around him. From what she's seen so far, the impression he's given her. He was just some heartless bitch. Who gave zero fucks about anyone else but himself. As long as he took the triumph he's satisfied. Watching others fall gives him satisfaction.

Ironic isn't it? To prefer to knock whatever competition he may take as a threat. Even something as simple as giving him one wrong look, congratulations you've made it to his long list of to murder list. Or maybe how he'd phrase it is 'take 'em down and win'.

She despised him how many times does she even have to repeat the same word over and over in her damn head.

All the time

She thought

Maybe some sick part of her is getting accustomed to it and slowly fitting into his customs. Even thinking about it makes her want to vomit, but what exactly would she vomit on an empty stomach? Acid?

Sometimes she thinks her mind betrays her body, and her body feels wary around him but her mind finds some type of way to give her false reassurance, she's beginning to think her mind may start to be her worst enemy at some point. When she starts to hate him cause there sure is a big part of her that despises that man, but some nagging thought in her mind finds an excuse to give her false reassurance, She hates herself for that. To a full extent. It seems stupid to her when she really thinks about what he could've done instead of killing every soul she knew and keeping just her out of all her people alive.

Torture

She thought

Yes he loves to torture me even if it's done so by my mind

That is his expertise, I mean he's not king for nothing.

But he's a goddamn brute.

The guard's hoarse laugh shook her out of her trance and wandering mind. She eyed both the males who stood behind the cell bars.

She didn't even trust closing her eyes at any moment, wary of both those men, who stood outside those forsaken bars.

Not to mention she was very much starving to death.

Another guard came running down the hall. He jogged up to the two guards who stood by her cell. He began to tell them something in their language all she could do was try and decipher what she could with her limited knowledge of their language. So she studied their mannerism hoping to at least understand something by their body language. Still, she was utterly lost. Not a moment after one of the guards who stood by your cell unlocked your cell stepping in close to you.

He kneeled down untiying the ropes.

''Alright pretty girl our king wishes to see you''

In all honesty, you really think he was too enclosed in your personal space. He didn't have to be this close to you to untie those ropes. He pulled you up to your feet.

The guard who had come running down from the halls tied a new pair of ropes on her arms. He nudged her forward, The girl lost all her footing and fell face-first onto the concrete ground.

She heard laughter from above her. The guard lifted her back up to her feet. He pulled her along with him. She began limping on her leg.

She heard a 'tsk' from the man who gripped her arm.

Was it just her or all of Bakugou's guards were ruthless as fuck. Some bastards just like him she thought.

He abruptly stopped glancing down at her leg he let out a sigh.

Quickly picking her up he threw her over his shoulder.

She let out a yelp at his sudden motions.

Her body lightly jumped with every step he took. She grabbed onto him as if her life depended on it.

And it was like this the whole way.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Her mouth watered at the sight before her eyes.

The table is full of varieties of dishes scattered all over the dining table.

''Sit'' A voice then said interrupting her silent appreciating moment.

Despite everything she happily obliged. She looked up at Bakugou who wore a prominent scowl.

He pointed a thick digit to the dish in front of her. ''Eat'' was all he said.

They didn't exchange words during the entire meal. The silence was bearable, she thought it was quite comforting.

But he couldn't say the same.

When she had finished her meal she glanced over to katsuki who was already staring back at her.

She cleared her throat after a moment ''Thank you, katsuki''

He gave her an empty hum.

She looked down at her hands placed on her lap, she picked at the skin around her fingernails.

She looked back up at the blonde man. ''I'm sorry katsuki''

She doesn't know why she's even apologizing to him, it should be the other way around. Maybe it was because he wasn't giving her as much attention as he originally does.

He scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. ''really?''

She nodded eagerly, though she didn't intend to, she just did. She hates herself even more for it. Why does she feel she must please him? Make him feel better?

''I shouldn't have scratched you''

He let out a deep sigh through his nose ''s fine''

She got up from her chair walking over to the man sitting across the table.

She doesn't know what she was doing her body walked on its own.

The same words repeated like a mantra over and over in her head.

Make him forgive you, show him just how sorry you are

He looked up at her from his place on the table.

She leaned down on him seating herself on his lap.

His vermillion eyes never left her own.

She lightly traced her index finger along the fading scars she gave him. Her eyes flickered over to his fading scar and back to his irises.

She ghosted her lips over the scratch.

''I'm sorry katsu'' She whispered lowly against his skin.

Stop

Some part of her brain screamed but the other found its way into her consciousness.

He let out a low growl, it reverberated against her chest, seeming as if both were pressed against each other.

The girl pecked the area. His predatorial eyes flickered to her lips and back to her eyes, He caught her lips in his own.

Both lips moved in sync.

His large hands were placed on both sides of her hips.

The kiss began to get messy by the second.

She grinded against him and in response, he groaned into her mouth. She let out a mewl, her lips swallowed down his noises as he did the same. Making it sound muffled.

Her hands pulled on the hairs on the nape of his neck.

He broke the kiss.

Both gasped out for air. His lips were red and glossy.

He then pushed her figure off his body, standing up from his spot on the chair in the dining room.

''let's go to bed'' He mumbled

Already exiting the dining room.

She watched his figure disappear into the door.

She stared at the door with widened eyes.

The girl was aroused but nonetheless, she obliged.

If there's one thing she's learned is she receives better when she's obedient towards Bakugou?

So she followed behind him towards their bedroom.

What the hell did you just do?

It was that moral voice again.

She pulled onto her strands

Make it stop just fucken make it stop

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou kastuki #katsuki x you #katsuki x reader #explosion boy #yandere katsuki #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bakugou #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugou angst #bakugou x female reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugouxfem

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Welcome To The Rodeo

Pairing: Brock Lesnar x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off of The Man in The Beast:

The readers feelings towards Brock only get deeper while heading into Summerslam, realizing how Brock is right when it comes to the truth behind her business relationship with Roman and after seeing the aftermath of their match, Roman awakes the beast in the reader and she learns where she wants to be, with Brock..

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Word Count: 2.9k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

With it being the night before Summerslam, my heart was racing all night. Roman wasn’t here so at least that I didn’t have to worry about that, but I did have to keep my eyes on Jimmy and Jey, and I also had to speak on behalf of Roman at the end of the night.

Why did it have to be at the end of the night? I was pacing around the entire show, no clue what I was even going to say after what happened with Brock.

By the time I had the ring, I was still confused, just winging it when I went on about their match, going to close with:

“Tomorrow night at Summerslam, the conclusion of this rivalry between our Tribal Chief, Roman Reigns and Brock-“

My heart fell out of me, almost like I announced him because his music hit so perfectly. Brock came out, fixing his cowboy hat, a smile on his face and wasted no time to make his way down to me.

No words, he just towered above me and smiled. His eyes said it all. He truly wasn’t my enemy and staring back into his eyes, I didn’t realize how I was panting, having to calm myself to speak.

“Brock, tomorrow night at Summerslam,” If I didn’t push Roman, there would be hell to pay, going to try to put out whatever kind of intimidation that I could, but someone had other plans.

What was it with people trying to use me?!

Theory had to have noticed just like everyone else how Brock tended to me after that nasty clothesline that I was dragged into. Now, being pushed into Brock so Theory could try to get a jump on him?

Unfortunately for him, things didn’t go to plan. Brock quickly shielded me away, putting me in the corner, eating every shot that Theory gave out.

It blew my mind that people were brave enough to step to this man. Brock was able to grab his wrist, whip around and clothesline his head off.

Hope Theory was ready for a ride because Brock took him straight to suplex city then took his MITB briefcase and beat him so hard with it that it began to bend.

I sat in the corner and watched with a dropped jaw. Roman was really gonna be in for it considering it was a last man standing match. I could never.

Thankfully, I was on his good side. Something in me wanted to run and hug him, but I couldn’t. The feelings were so confusing that it was almost making me cry.

Brock came back over with Theory basically dead, offering his hand, “You okay, darlin’?”

Standing up and nodding my head, Brock went over and sat on the ropes for me, the crowd roaring at my swerve, going in the other direction, saying only because the cameras were on:

“See you at Summerslam, Brock.”

I had to get out of there. Now. Needed to be alone, so I could collect my thoughts, but there was no avoiding what I just did, Brock finding me backstage:

“Hey, what was that all about?”

“You realize that we were on tv, right?” It was a challenge trying to hold back my sanity, panicking a little, “Roman is watching. Jimmy and Jey are around here somewhere, and I’m already in deep waters with them because of what happened with you that they saw. Let alone this.”

Brock was thinking for a moment, observing my panicking and how I began to pace again, bringing me to a stop when he took both my hands:

“Just listen to me for a second, alright?”

Nodding softly, I held those massive hands, listening and taking in his every word:

“Now, I know you’ve been managing Roman, but you’re still a wrestler. You are a damn good one. Instead of worrying and freaking out over Roman’s stupid, tribal chief, bullshit? Wake up that beast in you.”

Staring down at his finger, he pointed to my heart and looking back on the days when I did wrestle, he made me miss it so much. Remembering how beastly I actually was and to think that now, I was just Roman’s manager.

“That’s all the advice that I can give you,” Brock sighed, seeing the conflict I was having in my head.

All of the feelings were hard to fight, but when it came to knowing what was right and what was wrong? My whole partnership with Roman? It wasn’t right.

I couldn’t just let him walk away, having to jog some to catch up with him, “Brock?”

He had his eyes closed whenever he turned around, not expecting me to almost jump into his arms and hug him. Hugging him felt so right, made my heart calm, all the panic disappearing and when he hugged me back, his embrace so strong and warm, I couldn’t lie to him.

“I only said what I said because we were on the show, but just know something,” I said softly, a little nervous because of the leap I was going to take.

Brock had an idea in mind, smiling to me, “And what’s that?”

Holding his cheek in one hand and kissing the other, I tilted his hat up a little so I could smile into those blue eyes:

“I’m rooting for you tomorrow.”

His smile was so bright and cute, making it brighter when I pinched his cheek softly, kissing his cheek one more time:

“Just don’t get too banged up tomorrow okay? And thanks for keeping me safe out there.”

“Any time darlin,” He kissed my cheek back and I was melting with his arm around my hip, still keeping me in a hug, tilting his hat back down and winking, “And don’t you worry about me. I got this.”

Like last time, he left with a kiss on my hand, my heart racing but in a good way for a change. Excited for Summerslam because whether if Brock won or loss, it was my time to put my foot down, do something that I could never do with Roman, and that’s do what I wanted.

——

Things were never going to be the same after tonight. Like any of Roman’s matches, I went out with him and things were already strange.

He was so strangely nice to me that whole night and I played along being in front of a crowd, but when Brock came out, so did all of my emotions.

I’m sure I was like everyone else, eyes about popping out of my head when Brock drove a TRACTOR over to the ring. It was MASSIVE, looking up high to see him standing at the top and he smiled right at me.

That was my cue to get the hell out of there, the moment I stepped out, Brock jumped right off the top of it and hell formed on earth.

I stayed hidden because my god, they were beating the ever living shit out of each other, everywhere, really sending me into a deep shock when Brock got into the tractor, lifting the ring completely while Roman was inside of it!

How they kept getting up after all of this? I had no clue. Roman was in danger and of course, out came Jimmy and Jey.

There was nothing that I could do, not like I’d make any difference anyhow. I was nearly in tears watching Brock getting buried under pieces of the announce desk, whatever they could find around them, Roman standing on top of it.

Hearing Brock yelling in pain had me shaking. As much as I hated seeing Roman winning, I was glad that it was over.

“Alright, Roman. That’s enough!” I quickly rushed over, medical personnel going to help Brock, but Roman stood still and smiled down at me.

“What’s the rush?” He glared, squatting down to stare deeper into my eyes, “Want me to get off your cowboy?”

Roman knew. Frozen in place, I couldn’t think of anything to say, Roman revealing exactly how I felt about Brock:

“Wanna fall in love all of a sudden because he tried being some knight in shining armor? You thought that I wouldn’t find out, Y/N?”

It would have never happened in the first place if Roman didn’t pull me into his clothesline, but it was a blessing in disguise. Brock was a change for me and a good one. Remembering what he told me on Friday. Feeling that beast in me awaken with every word Roman spoke, especially when he stood up tall yelling at me:

“I’m your Tribal-“

Without realizing it, I snapped. The crowd popped so loud when I swept his feet from under him, Jimmy and Jey so shocked that they couldn’t move, fury in my yelling:

“You’re nothing but a tribal bitch!”

I didn’t realize that Brock was emerging behind me because I was so busy popping off. Roman couldn’t hide the damage he took from that match and feeling more from that hard fall I caused, standing over him and yelling at him more:

“I’m so sick of you! I’m fucking done!”

“Y/N,” Brock was trying to make it to his feet and I meant it when I said that I was done with Roman, seeing Brock so beat up like this and the anger from Roman on top of it made all the tears spill out, rushing over to him:

“Are you okay, Brock?”

I knew that he was tough, but it was still so hard on me, concerned that he was hurt, all eyes on us when he slowly made it to his feet, throwing his arm over my shoulder to help him stand when he panted:

“I’m okay.”

“Brock, you don’t have to hide it because I’m here,” i sniffled, silencing when he stood up straight as best he could, holding the side of my face, smiling through the pain:

“I’m okay, baby girl.”

Roman was already making his exit, all the way up the ramp, but his eyes were still on us, on the giant screens and showing Brock kissing me.

His kiss turned my sad, frustrated tears into happy ones, kissing back softly and trying to hold him up as best I could, feeling him shaking slightly, kissing his cheek and wiping my eye:

“You took care of me. Now, I’m taking care of you. Even if you are okay, I’m still making sure.”

“Alright, baby girl. I will for you.”

For someone who was a true beast, he was the sweetest to me and he must’ve been made of steel or something because miraculously, he had no injuries.

There was already a smile on my face when he found his cowboy hat, raising it up to the fans and standing tall on his own, then making me smile by putting it on me.

Heading to the back, I wanted to keep the night easier for him, being serious when I saw some footage of him with the tractor and saying as we headed into the locker room:

“I think that was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen someone do during a match.”

“You liked that?” He laughed, showing he had the time of his life causing the chaos he did with it.

“I know that things didn’t really go according to plan, but I had a ball watching you whip his ass like that,” I chuckled; Brock may have lost, but he sure gave Roman the fight of his life, smiling as he brought up:

“You made me proud out there.”

I only looked at him, letting him take the seat and bit of relaxation that he needed, that smile growing with heat in my cheeks when he pulled me into his lap, smiling:

“You finally woke up that beast in you.”

“That match was so hard to watch,” I hated that reliving it made me cry, letting out, “He just pissed me off so much and I couldn’t stand it anymore.”

“No crying now,” His thumb wiped away my few tears, having to reassure again, “I am just fine. Roman may have won the match, but I’m the real winner, tonight.”

I met his gaze to see what he meant, being pulled in for a soft kiss. Just one soft touch made me feel content, not worrying anymore and only returning the tenderness of our lips, hiding my face under his hat that I was still wearing when he pulled me over to straddle him.

“Brock, you just wrestled a hell like match. You don’t have to do this because I’m being a big baby,” The heat in my cheeks was growing, giggling whenever he thrusted his hip up:

“Afraid to go for a ride?”

“Afraid?” Tilting the hat up, I cocked my eyebrow and teased, “I see that your proving how much you can handle.”

“More than you know,” Neither of us wanted to worry about everything just happened, another thrust of his hips sending up to his chest for another kiss:

“I agree that you’re the real winner tonight and so?”

He couldn’t stop smiling when I stood up, giving him a little show as I stripped, keeping his hat on, smirking at the sight of his cock erect against his shorts and winking to him:

“Wanna go for a rodeo that’s even better?”

“Hell yeah,” He quickly kicked off his shorts and boxers, taking my hand and pulling me back on his lap. Taking my time, I picked up my hips, squealing a little at the slap on ass, his hand grabbing at it, showing his low amount of patience and that he was ready to go.

"Better be careful getting me rowdy," I warned, raising up on my knees.

Holding the base of his shaft, I noticed his eyes looking down, then he picked up his hips, sliding right into me. With a bounce, I made his hips fall to the couch, sitting down on all of him.

"Only gonna make me to do it more,” He smirked, delivering another spank before holding onto my hips.

A string of swear words, a few praises, fell from his lips as I wound my hips onto him, giving myself some more pleasure, just to mess with his a little..

"You still thinking I’m too worn down?” He murmured, throwing up his hips hard and earning a sharp gasp from me:

“Oh my god, Brock.”

Nodding his head and loving my reactions, he placed both hands on my breasts, keeping those same thrusts, only quicker:

“Think I’m still worn down now?”

His chuckling fired me up more, holding his face and kissing hard with my tongue:

“No, but I’m fresher than you are.”

I completely went off and established a rhythm, bouncing down onto his cock hard, making sure he was buried deep as I crashed down. That's when I still realized, it was becoming hard to hold myself together.

After so much, my body fell to his chest,, holding onto his shoulders as I slowed down a bit, still rolling my hips and whining out his name.

"Don't give up on me now,"He encouraged with some kisses, leaving some bite down my neck.

“God, you’re just so much, Brock,” I groaned softly as I felt the slight buckle of my hips, could feel all of the intensity in his shoulders, then his whole body became electric and he picked me up by the hips, slamming up into me over and over.

"Brock, fuck!" I cried, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm was edging closer.

Jolting pleasure shot up through my whole body with each hit, his name falling from my lips more and more, my head becoming dizzy from he was so deep, fucking me thoroughly and sensitizing ever spot in me. My walls began to clamp around him eagerly and tightly. He knew that I was ready and he wanted it.

I was beginning to fall off of the edge, hips fell back to the couch, my back arching and somehow, he slid in even deeper, getting every sweet spot in me. With that, my body was filled with a steaming heat.

"Brock! Brock-" I cried frantically, moaning like crazy at squelching slick around his cock that was still taking me.

"Damn, baby girl-“ He huffed out, hugging my torso, kissing and exchanging soft groans and rumbles with me.

Even though my walls clamped and it felt like I couldn't move, I kissed him back, grinding my hips onto him, again, pushing down to meet his base again, my walls clenching, creating a beyond frictional, tight grip, and a deep rumble in his chest breaking out kiss.

Tossing his hat to the empty space next to us, head dropping to his chest and shaking slight with a dropped jaw at his heat shooting straight into me, sweating a little from the heat trapped inside of me:

“What are you made out of? I’m so serious?”

“Raw power, baby,” His laugh was everything, raising his arms up and flexing them, seeing how despite that crazy match, he wasn’t letting it bring him down, smiling up at him:

“No one on this earth is like you Brock, and I love that.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #Brock lesnar #Brock lesnar x reader #Brock lesnar imagine #Brock lesnar fic #Brock lesnar smut #read and enjoy

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applepi-1 · 10 months

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Never too late- Bokuto

WARNING: Minors beware 18+ smut

You looked at Bokuto across the room as his fiancé speaks, you smiled at his face. He looks so helplessly in love. You scrunched your nose as he looked at you and winked, you looked back at the woman and smiled at her. "So, here's to my Bokuto." Everyone in the room clapped as you got up.

"So... um when Bokuto asked me to do a speech for his wedding and practice it at his rehearsal dinner, I was surprised. But I'd do anything for Bo, so here goes nothing." You cleared your throat and fiddled with the glass in your hands, "When I met Bo, we were 12, and we became friends quite instantly, and ever since then I realized why girls threw themselves at him. Bokuto was the kind of guy you could rely on. Every girls dream guy if you will. Bokuto is kind, funny, loyal, smart, childish... but he's dependable too. Bokuto happens to be the only guy in my life who hasn't treated me like shit. Our friendship is a little complicated, but who's isn't, and no matter how complicated, Bo stayed. He never left my side. And now F/n, you get to have Bokuto, he's your headache now." You raised your class to your friend, "you get to love his amazing flaws, his mistakes, him. Bokuto is every girls dream guy, and he's yours. And you get to have the only Bokuto Kotaro in the world. Congrats to the happy couple." Everyone cheered at you as you remained eye contact with Bokuto.

"You were good up there?" You turned your attention to your best friend and smiled. "And seriously brave."

"Thanks." You smiled softly as Bokuto and F/n walked up.

"I love you." Your smile grew a bit before going back to a small grin.

"I love you, too."

"So... um, I realized you never said anything about me." You looked at F/n and your smile fell.

"Yah, I don't really know you. You never tried to get to know me."

"Let's not do this here." You looked at Bo and nodded your head.

"You're right, Bo. I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You're like a lost puppy, doing whatever he says."

"F/n."

"Hm, better than marrying him because he's rich and it'd make mommy and daddy proud."

"Y/n." You sighed and walked off with your friend behind you. You sat down on the stairs of the entrance. "Y/n..."

"This is hard, g/n."

"I know... I know it is... especially after all you've been through together."

"I wish I could go back to before we crossed that line... it's been years, and it's too late to have all these feelings rush back just because he's getting married."

"You don't forget your first love... you use to hate every girl who came around. And he was your first kiss. I mean you guys tried to date, but it never worked out."

"He wasn't ready... he didn't want to lose a friend. Ruin... us."

"But he did anyway. He fell just as hard as you did, but he was scared."

"And now, hes ready... just not with me."

"No.. he settled. But he's not ready, I saw the way he looked at you when you spoke about him. He's never looked at any other girl that way. You're his everything wrapped in one... remember? He thinks you're worth more than 10 bucks... I remember when he told you that."

"He said I was up in the 100 thousands. But it's too late."

"It's never too late. You need to stop putting your feelings aside for him."

"I rather swollow my pride and feelings for him to be happy..."

"And he won't be because she isn't you."

"I'm not ruining his happiness for my selfishness. I gotta go." You quickly walked off running off to your hotel room. You slid down the door and cried, this was a lot harder than people thought. You took out your phone seeing Bokuto's face light up your screen, you swallowed the lump in your throat and answered. "Hey, Bo."

"Hey, g/n said you left? Where are you?"

"I'm at the hotel room, everything okay?" You subconsciously sniffed after talking waiting on a reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yah I'm good, watching a dog movie, poor thing got separated from the one it loved the most..."

"What happened?"

"The owner replaced her... found a better dog. She was too late to come home... poor thing."

"Yeah.. poor thing. Open up." You furred your brows to you heard a knock at the door making you jump, you quickly wiped your tears and opened it. "It's never too late." You opened your mouth to speak but Bokuto took this as an opportunity to grab your face and crash his lips onto yours. You immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him. When he broke away, his golden orbs were abnormally dark and his pupils dilated after making eye contact with you. For an instant, his hands gripped you harder before his eyes glanced back down at your lips, licking his own instinctively.

"I'm so confused, Bo... you're about to get married."

"I heard you talking to h/n, so I went to find F/n and she was with her maid of honors boyfriends and well I'm sure you know hat they were doing.... and I thought to myself... what am I doing? I let the love of my life go, I should've never let you go."

"What?" you asked confusedly. You weren't quite sure what he was getting at.

"I love you." Running your fingers down his neck and back into his hair ever so slowly.

"I love you too." His breaths were labored as you tugged on the strands between your fingers. His own hands, which had fallen down to your hips, were bruising at this point. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours once more and turned you around slamming your back against the wall. The pictures on the wall shook with the force, but you were too distracted to care. Bokuto's tongue asked for entrance into your mouth. You let him in easily, fighting for dominance while occasionally separating for a breath. Every time you two rejoined, your teeth clashed from the battle, but it was too heated for you to notice. His hands slid down to your thighs and tugged on them encouragingly, a signal for you to jump. You listened to the orders and hooked your feet together behind his back. He carried you to the bed closing the door with his foot blindly but surprisingly well, lips never breaking for a second.

Slowly lowering you down, you fell back gently onto the soft blankets, pulling away to look up at him as he towers over you. He smirked, running his thumb along your lower lip before moving his hands to slide up your shirt, caressing your sides tenderly. You, on the other hand, hooked your fingers into his pants' belt loops and drew him in, grinding harshly against the hard tent in his pants. "Fuck," he groaned breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours while he returned the favor, sticking to the pace you had set while his fingertips tweaked your nipples through your bra. The touch shot a wave of pleasure straight down to your heat, and your thighs tightened around his hips instinctively at the sensation. Your whimpers were loud and shameless as you grind into him, ignoring the gushing crawling its way down your thighs. Bokuto looked back at you with heavily lidded eyes, lifting your arms to help him in the deed, and he did the same for you, throwing away the devilish shirt before tracing your fingertips in the grooves of his abs.

"Ah!" You let out a cry of surprise when the golden-eyed man tore your bra away from your chest, ripping the fabric in the process as he tossed it forgettably behind him. You use to scold him for that. Today, however, there was no time. You needed him. You didn't even mind when his eyes hungrily stared at your chest before he pounced, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and harshly sucking. When you had first gotten together, your hands had instantly reacted, covering your breasts shyly while you avoided eye contact. He had to gently coax your hands away while constantly reminding you that you were gorgeous. Now, you learned your lesson. Bokuto thought you were beautiful and he wanted you. And there was no stopping him when he wanted something. Even the second time he had seen you bare while you tried to hide, he jumped on you too quickly. When he use to see you naked, he was always somewhere on your skin. Touching, stroking, caressing, biting. Bokuto used everything he had when he was with you. Teeth, hands, even his thighs were often used to hold you down while you trembled under his will.

"Oh shit," you moaned breathlessly. His mouth was leaving a display of hickeys all over the span of your chest, and one of his hands had slid under your arched back to press you closer to him and keep you still as you squirmed. Your lungs were begging for air as you gasped at the feeling of Bokuto's lips, hands tugging his hair harshly. While you were distracted, his other hand traced a hot trail down the middle of your body, sliding past your belly button and slipping into your thin panties. You had been too caught up that you hadn't even noticed the only barriers now separating you and Bo were his boxers and your barely-there undergarments.

"Damn, baby, is that lace?" He uttered hotly while glancing up at you from your freshly marked chest. Hesitantly, you nodded in response and he groaned, abruptly burying a finger deep inside you. You mewl loudly, moving your hands down to dig your nails into his shoulders, leaving marks you wouldn't mind seeing in the morning. Your head falls back, pressing harshly into the mattress while Bokuto begins to rub furious, fast-paced circles onto your clit. "I missed how well you treated me, sweetheart," he groans, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you firmly in place as you shiver from pleasure.

"Ah fuck!" you whine desperately. "Keep going, you're doing so good." The encouragement causes him to whimper while he digs another finger inside you, thrusting in and out too quickly for you to comprehend. The waves of pleasure are wracking through your body like never before, and you yelp when he suddenly presses his thumb brutally against your clit, making your whole body convulse. At last, it becomes too much and you shakily warn him, "I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, baby." His words trigger an abundance of arousal, and immediately your juices flow out around his fingers as the bubble finally bursts inside your chest. Your moans are almost pornographic at this point, but you can't help it. Bokuto watches your display with glimmering, ravenous eyes, and swiftly hops off the bed, removing his boxers in a split second before tugging your soaked panties down your legs and tossing them away. You're still trying to catch your breath when he mounts on top of you, sliding his hips once more between your thighs like it's where they're meant to be. You don't mind that thought, basking in the idea before it flies away along with the rest of your thoughts as Bokuto returns a finger back to your heat, gathering some remains from the inside of your thighs and popping it inside his mouth, giving it a small taste.

His reaction makes you burn crimson as he moans. "Goddamn baby." He looks into your eyes and starts to hover over you, grabbing both of your wrists and trapping them directly above your head with one hand while the other positions his throbbing erection at your entrance. "The only one who gets to taste you is me," he informs you possessively, golden orbs glowing at the thought.

You smile tenderly at him and agree. "Of course baby, you're the last person I was with. I wouldn't dream of it." Your praise causes him to puff out his chest and smirk, and you wiggle your hips to remind him of the original plan. He takes the hint and abruptly thrusts into you in one swift motion. Your whole body jolts at the movement and you moan in surprise. Bokuto releases your hands and grabs both of your hips tightly, plunging into you swiftly. The feeling of him rapidly reaching deeper and harder inside of you, raking along your walls harshly causes your toes to curl. He hits that oh-so wonderful spot deep inside of you, and your jaw drops in pure euphoria at the feeling. His groans match yours in volume, and you absolutely adore that about him. Taking advantage of your free hands, you raise them up to his intensely focused face, caressing his cheek softly while moaning aloud.

His golden eyes burst open and he leans his head into your touch, his thrusts slowing slightly. You rub your thumbs back and forth across the apples of his cheeks while cooing, "You feel so good, Kou, don't ever stop." The reaction from him is instant. Already prepared, you dig your fingernails into his back and drag them down while hanging on for dear life as he pumps into you harder than before. The stinging from his back combined with your tightness causes him to bury his face into your neck, biting down in pleasure as his thrusts quicken even more. You whimper at his teeth, crying out and grabbing his biceps for stability as the mattress squeaks, the noise reverberating around the room and mixing lewdly with the sounds of pleasure. He peels your hands away, pressing them into the sheets above your head before intertwining his fingers with your own. His erratic pace begins to lose its steady rhythm as he grunts out your name deeply, gripping your palms harder.

Watching your face from above, he relishes in the sight of your open mouth and darkened eyes, not hesitating to combine your lips before he mumbles against them, "You're so tight baby, I'm gonna come." His hands grasp yours tightly and you squeeze them back in return.

"Me too, Kou. Ah! Just like that, don't stop!" His thrusts speed up in response, and the coil that had been slowly winding up deep within you is becoming unbearably compressed. Finally, it breaks, and you clench around him tightly while you release, overflowing just as before while your legs shudder uncontrollably. Bokuto groans at your tightness and releases as well, collapsing right on top of you. You let out a huff of air at the sudden drop, and giggle softly while running your hands through his sweaty, black and white hair. A tired Bokuto's breathing is labored, but still more controlled and calm than your own as you both bask in the afterglow you've created. Stupid volleyball stamina. As if he heard your thoughts, Bokuto perks back up, heaving himself back up on his hands and knees over you and peering deep into your eyes pleadingly.

"One more round?" he bargains, his hands running up and down your thighs, every time drawing closer to your sore, abused opening. You shake your head and open your mouth to refuse, only to mewl and whimper when he begins to rub your overstimulated clit. He was harshly riding the fine line between pain and pleasure, but that wasn't new with Bokuto. Suddenly, your mind goes foggy when he begins to stroke up and down along your core, enticing high-pitched whines out of you. He smiles brightly when your hands reach up and grip his shoulders in preparation for what was to come next.

Maybe just one more round won't hurt.

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Siren garou

Ok look, I saw a fanfic of some character, I think it was from one piece? But anyway that doesn't matter, the fanfic was about a siren. There was a lot of smut in it!

So the point is that I just thought 'hey! Why not Make a Garou siren fanfic?'

I'm also will make part 2 of this with the smut in it. And I will most likely do part two's with all smut.

Warning: breeding kink, inappropriate language, blood, and bullying

(10 years old) Garous pov:

'God, I hate humans and mermaids!' I thought to myself. I've always hated humans and mermaids. The reason I hate mermaids so much is because they blame everything on sirens. Mermaids always act like they aren't the ones sink the ships, and as soon as they do they blame it on us sirens! The worst part is that the humans believe them! Humans also pollute our homes! At this point know, sirens are the cause of the sinking ships because we hate them so much.

Humans and mermaids are disgusting creatures!

Speaking of humans. I can see a ship, and it looked like a pirate ship too. I was heading up so sink it when I saw humans flying out of it and going in the Ocean. When I went to look at one to see if it was dead, I saw that it had so stab wounds in its chest. The man was dead. 'What the? What happened to these humans? Is there a siren up there? But that wouldn't make sense. Sirens sink the ship first then kill the survivors in the ocean.' I thought.

I then swam up to the surface to see what was going on. Then I saw a girl, a vary cute girl. She look like my age, maybe a little older. And she was badly injured.

"They thought they could sell me to some nobody! Well, they thought wrong! Haha!" The girl said. I don't know why but, that made me blush. She was vary brave, and strong too. 'I wonder what she means by 'sell'?' I thought. Suddenly she turns to look in my direction. "Oh my god! Is that a siren!" She said beaming with excitement. I then panic and jump back into the ocean. "What no come back! I won't heart you!" She shouted. I see her poke her head over the edge of the boat. 'I don't think she can se-' before I could finish my thought she jumped in to the water.

I was so shocked. But I didn't move. The way her hair moved in the water, it looked so pretty. I wanted to touch it. Really wanted to touch it. I couldn't help but blush at the site. She then looked at me, then she waved at me. I don't know why but I waved back. She then tried to speak, humans can't speak under water so it sounded really weird when she tried to. "Phff! Humans can't speak under water silly! Here let me help you." I said. 'What am I saying?! 'Help her'?! I shouldn't but it just feels so right.' I thought. I then went up to her and brought her to the surface.

"Hi!" She said happily. I was shocked that she wasn't scared of me. "Are you not scared of me?" I said confused. She looked so happy, but why? "No I'm not" she said. "Why?" I said raising a eyebrow. "Because sirens look cool and i feel like mermaids are weird." She said. I smiled at her.

He looked really kind. Though, there was one thing on my mind still. "Did you kill the people on the boat?" I said. "Yeah, there were trying sell me to some rich guy." She said. 'What? They were trying yo sell her?! This is why I hate humans.' I thought. I didn't like her response. That was cruel! You can't just sell someone! "Do you know where your home is?" I asked. " I live somewhere called ishokie village (I just came up with a name don't blame me!) I think we left from that direction!" She said pointing to the left. "I can take you there if you want." I said. "That be very much appreciated." She said with a smile on here face. 'Cut- wait what am I saying! She's a human!' I thought.

20 to 25 minutes later we arrived at a island. She said that this was her home. It was not a big island but not a small one ether.

"Thanks for the ride! My name is y/n! What's yours?" She said happily. "G-Garou!" I said nervous. I was sad because now I had to leave. She was so nice! I wish I could stay with her forever. "Hey, do you like cola?" She asked. "What's that?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Ok, I'll be back in like around 5 minutes so stay here! Ok?" She said turning around and started running. "Uhm? Ok!" I said confused.

About 5 minutes later she comes back like she said she would, but she had something in her hand. I look at her with confusion. She then hands me it. "Here! You drink it. Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She says with a smile. I then take the drink out of her hands. I don't know how to open it so I'm a little confused. "Uhm, I don't know how to open it." I said. She then giggled at me, I then got embarrassed. But I couldn't help but notice that her giggle was so cute. I could feel my cheeks go red. "You just twist the top." She said with a smile. I the twist the top, it then opened but bubbles started to spill out. I got startled by that. "Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. She then giggle again. "Yes, it's called carbonation." She said. I look at the bottle and bubbles were coming up from the bottom. I was hesitant to drink it because it looked a little weird. It could also be poisoned. She then looked at me, then she smiled again. "Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She said almost like she read my mind. But the remark made me a little more comfortable. Though I just meet her i feel like I can trust her.

I then took a tiny sip of the drink. My eyes widened. It was really good. I then drank the hole thing. "Looks like you really like it. Do you want more?" She said. I then nodded my head rapidly.

That was the day I changed my mind about humans. Well, only on one human. Which was y/n. But that was also the day I made my first friend too.

8 years later...

No one's Pov...

Today was the first day of mating season. He never liked it. There were two reasons why, first, ever since he started exercising and training the other female sirens have been trying to get his attention. They just wanted him because he looked good. Second, he never found a siren good enough for him. He wasn't one of those people that just fucked a random woman and left, he was one of the rare ones that would stay with the one he would mate with.

Garou definitely wasn't sticking around for it. So he went to see his best friend, y/n.

He would be lying if he said his best friend wasn't attractive. Over the years she became more beautiful. Even though she was a human, Garou definitely wouldn't mind mating with her. He definitely developed a little crunch on her when he was 10, and over time that crush grew. Every now and then he would dream about mating with her so hard.

He remembered they call it sex or fuck instead of mating or mate. He heard how humans did it by some fisher man in a boat that he was going to sink one day. As soon as he heard how they did it, he instantly that of y/n. Now knowing how to do it, he couldn't stop fantasizing about how good it would feel to mate with her. It wasn't all that different form how sirens do it. It just male sirens had a pouch for there members.

Garou was just about to go to the surface to see you, but then a female siren came up to him. "Hey big boy how about you and me ma-" "No" Garou said before the girl could finish. And before the girl could say anything else Garou swam away to go see you.

When he got to the surface he went to the beach and sat on a rock, the one he usually sits on. No one comes there anymore so that was there meeting plays.

"Garou!" A familiar voice said. Garou then turned around to see them. Once he saw you he couldn't look away. You were in a swimsuit! And not any swimsuit, it was a bikini. But that wasn't the only thing that sparked his interest, your smell changed. It smelled so good. It smells like vanilla.

Mate...

Your pov...

Some girls came up to me and told me if I wanted to go to the beach with them today. I don't know them but I do know they go to my school. I don't have friends at school, so this would be a good opportunity to make some. I only have one friend and that's Garou. Speaking of Garou, I should probably tell him not to go to the beach today if he doesn't want to be seen.

Before I left to go see Garou I put on my swimsuit on, then I left.

When I got there I saw Garou waiting on the rock that he usually waits for me. Ever since he started training he's gotten a lot more muscular. Sometimes I wish he would put on a shirt so I would stop starting at them. There distracting!

"Garou!" I shout. He then turned to look at me. I noticed that he was looking at me weird, I then look down to see I was wearing my bathing suit. I totally forgot that he's never seen me in a swimsuit before! And a bikini at that!

I then walk closer to him, he won't stop staying at me. "Hey Garou, some friends of min-" "why are you wearing that?" He said before I could finish. "That's because some friends and me are coming to the beach, I thought I should warn you before hand so that don't see you." I said. "Are there any boys?" He said. 'Is he serious? Why would he ask me that?' I thought. I then noticed his face was dead serious. He looked scary. This is the first time I've been scared of him.

"No, not that I know of." I said. "I'm staying to watch you then." He said. "Why?" I asked. You couldn't help but think that was a little weird. "Because I want to make sure your safe." He said. "But garou, this is the first time I have friends to hang out with that aren't you. Please, your just be over protective." I said with a pout.

Garous face got dark all of a sudden. "So you don't think I'm enough? Is that right, y/n? Is it because I'm a siren?" "N-no, not at all. Why would you think that?" I said. Why was he acting like this? He never acts like this! Sometimes he can be over protective but never this much! "Then proof it!" He shouted. I was so stunned I couldn't speak or move. Garou never ever shouted at me before. "Why are you acting like this Garou?! You never yell at me! I-I just wanted to make new friends!" I said. It this point I started crying. "I just want to make new friends, not replace you. I would never do that!" You said your hands in your face crying.

Garou was now the one in shock. You've never yelled at him ether. Now he knows he fucked up. "I-I'm sor-" "I don't want to hear it Garou! Just go away!" You shouted before he could finish.

With that you ran away from him. Tears in your eyes. Why would he say that? He's not Garou. Not the one you know.

Garous pov...

"Shit, shit, shit! I messed up! Big time!"

Those were the only words that would come out of me, I just keep repeating them over and over again.

'Why did I say that?!"

And those words were the only things I could think.

I didn't want to admit it but, I knew the answer to my thoughts.

I was jealous

Jealous at the fact that she was hanging out with other people that aren't me. Jealous that there might of been other guys there. Jealous that I wasn't the only person to see you in that swimsuit. Jealous that I couldn't be there because humans hate my kind.

Why why why why WHY do I have to be so stupid! Maybe if I didn't say those words to her I could of convinced her to not go and stay with me.

Maybe if I was humans things would be different. If I was human maybe we would go on dates. What was that thing they call it again? What was it? Girlfriend and boyfriend! Yeah! We would be girlfriend and boyfriend together. That would be perf- no we would be a couple! That way I would wake up next to you every day.

But if you were a siren. Oh I would of claimed you a long time again. I would breed you every day and every night too. Your the age for a siren to have kids now. I can see you and I with our kids.

I could see this if we were both humans to. We would have 5- no 7- no 10 kids.

But I might have screwed it up now.

I put one of my hands it my hair. Im clearly lost I didn't know what to do. Im frustrated!

No, I didn't. I'm going to fix this. And after I'm going to mate with you. And im going to do it hard for the scare you gave me.

I don't care if you human! Im going to mat- no, i'm going to fuck you. Hard.

With that I jump into the water.

Your pov...

"Hay y/n! Come in the water with us! It'll be fun!" One of the girls that invited you to come to the beach said. You'd be lying if you said you weren't upset still. But this might take your mind of if things. "Oh, okay!" You said running to them, then getting in the water.

You couldn't help but think this was a little odd. They said that more people would come but there's only three people here. You, Julian, and Alexis. (Sorry if your name is one of these! You can change them!)

As soon as you join them they shove you in the water. "Wha-" They held your head under the water. You couldn't breathe. You don't know why there doing this but you can't stop them. They bring your head above the water holding you by your hair.

"Who's that good looking guy you hang out with? The one you meet up with almost every day here?" Julian asked. 'Wh-what? A-are they talking about Garou?' You thought. Even if they weren't talking about him, you don't wanna take your chances. "W-what are you t-talking about?" You say. "Oh please! You know who we're talking about! The one with white hair and is buff! How did you land a guy like that?" Alexis says. They are talking about him. I don't think they know he's a siren. But I think I had enough of this.

With that, I took a hold of the hand that was holding my hair, which was Alexis, and through he in the water. "How the fuck?" Julian said confused because she didn't think I had the strength to do something like that. I actually didn't hear what she said because I was to busy with crashing Alexis's head. Julian was completely terrified because now her friend was bleeding out. "Wh-why would you do that?" She said as she took a few steps back. "Uhm, it's called self defense." I said cockily. "Y-your a freak!" With that she ran away.

'Well so much for making new friends.' I though.

Now I'm alone now.

I don't think Garou is going to come back anytime soon too.

I don't even think he wants to be friends anymore.

I look at the sky, it's about to become night time. Maybe I should go home and forgot this all happened.

Before I could take a step forwards I heard a song. It sounds beautiful too. But it also sounds like a sirens song too. What's a siren do out here. Sirens never come this close to land. Only Garo- wait? Garou? No, it can't be.

It sounded like it came a little further up the beach.

I started to run up to where I heard the song. It was still playing. It was behind some rocks. When I looked behind them nothing was there. "Weird, I thought I heard something over here." I said confused.

Before I could walk away something dragged me into the water. Before I could see what it was I blacked out.

DONT READ NOTES IF YOU DO T WANT SPOILERS FOR ONE PUNCH MAN!

Notes: BRO! They cut of garous hair I. The new one punch man chapter! Bro, I don't like it.

#One punch man #opm garou #garou #garou x reader #opm #siren garou #siren #x reader

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