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HER MUSE (18+)

hi my little honey bunches! i hope your weekend was amazing and that this week brings you joy, laughter and love, as promised, this is my 400 follower smut oneshot special!!! congrats to @tamberandwenclairenjoyer for guessing my name but definitely a special shout out to those who tried so so hard to guess, and wow you guys tried hard, and a big shout out to you, my fellow readers <3 i may not be the biggest writer or get a lot of notes (it’s a hit or miss most times), but i wouldn’t be here with my little family if it weren’t for you, so thank you <3 i appreciate every single one of you and am 4ever grateful you enjoy my work. J <333

to my beautiful muse, @talialeih 🤍

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: SMUT, just pure filthy smut, the filthiest thing i have ever written, possessive jenna.

Summary: sometimes you seem to forget that you’re hers and only hers.

Words: 5k+

This fic is STRICTLY 18+, as it involves adult themes, minors DNI, you are responsible for your own social media intake, which includes reading entertainment, which this fic falls under, so one last warning- this fic is 18+. Thank you!

*though my fics have real people, my fics are just for entertainment and far from reality*

“Baby?” You hear a distant voice in desperation, “are you doneee?” Your beautiful yet very impatient girlfriend annunciates from the other side of your door, you can’t help but giggle at her childlike attitude, she was older than you by just a few months but sometimes you can’t help but think you’re the older one.

Placing your second earring in, you take one more look at yourself in the mirror, wink, and glide towards the door where you’re your restless love sits on the other side. Once you open the door, Jenna’s clearly annoyed facial expressions soften up, the sight of your beauty had enough force to relax her eyebrows and jaw, unhinging it from itself as she subconsciously drops her mouth wide open, you swear you see saliva build up as she salivates over you. Walking over to your girlfriend as she leans on the back of the couch, placing yourself between her legs, you close her jaw and lift it just slightly, so your eyes are locked.

“Perfection takes time.” You say as you jokingly wipe the corner of her mouth as if some of her drool escaped her lips.

“You are always perfect, mi cariño, so time is nothing.” Jenna coos at you, now caressing your waist and looking you up and down as she bites the inner tissue of her lip, making your cheeks erupt in red.

“What happened to the rush? You were practically begging me to hurry up.”

She lets out a huff, still locked on your figure, the grip she has on your waist even tighter and possessive than before, her entire body was on fire. On fire, because of you. “I don’t even think this dinner is that important, let’s just stay home and relax, I can help you take your dress off.” She mumbles trying so hard not to let you see her desperation, but it was too late, you could see how hungry she was for you, how she wanted your sweet nectar smeared all over her lips.

Lucky for her, you felt the same way, the way you longed for her slender fingers to be in you, hooking the tissue around it, her fingers were sure to be cold resulting in an extra loud gasp as you welcome her in. How you craved to sit on her lap with your arms slinged over her neck, whispering nothing but seductions into her ear making her neck hairs stand. The hunger she felt was mutual, you were just doing a better job at hiding it. Ironically, being the better actor despite you being a writer.

You tsk at her lust, “Come on baby, we can’t be late,” leaning in you tease, “maybe later you can take this off.”

Despite Jenna claiming this dinner wasn’t important and staying home would be the better choice, to absolutely no one’s surprise, not even the flies the linger in the backyard, she was lying, this was Anne Hathaway’s annual formal dinner, at first you were Jenna’s plus one but as your writing grew, as you made a name for yourself, that didn’t have Jenna plastered on it, you became a guest, just like Jenna. Of-course, being each other’s forever person, you two always went together, politely denying Anne’s generous plus one that she gave every guest.

“What car do you want to take, baby?”

“The McLaren.” You cheese at her, “can I drive?”

“Perfect choice! And no.” She cheeses back at you; except she was playfully mocking you.

Without fail Jenna always opens the door for you and guides you in whilst she holds your hand, tonight was no different, no matter the occasion she always held doors for you, ever since meeting Jenna, whenever you were with her, all the doors would be left untouched by you. “Mi princesa,” she air kisses at you when sliding into your seat, all you could do was laugh and roll your eyes.

Once in the car, your hands head straight for the radio, connecting your Bluetooth to the screen, scrolling through your endless RnB playlist you finally settle on a song.

Don’t. Don’t play with her, don’t be dishonest (ayy).

“WHEWWWW” You scream out as Jenna starts the engine, giving it a rev before she zooms off, “I LOVE THIS SONG.” You exclaim making Jenna laugh at your infatuation with this song, RnB in general. “SING IT GIRLFRAND.” You scream one last time, hoping Jenna joins in with the singing.

Though her eyes were on you now so she could sing to you, she was a great driver and had eyes everywhere so you two were always safe, “I want you bad as EVERRRR, don’t let me just let up.”

“I wanna give you better, baby, it’s whateverrrrr.” Continuing on, a few more lines of you two belting each word out as if you were front row and Bryson’s concert, you two were so in love, so filled with raw emotions and lust and you didn’t think you could melt anymore in this car but as soon as the line left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh, Jenna grabs your thigh almost man handling it that her fingers divots into your skin making you gasp a little and in retaliation she giggles.

You can’t help but cheese at her as your cheeks paint with blush, your eyes sparking at hers as your Fenty highlighter compliments your eyes, its colour and configuration, and once Jenna sets her gaze on you again, that same hungry look as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks, hadn’t eaten you in weeks, when in reality she was drowning in your ocean last night, the way your slick coated her lips and tongue and the way she transferred it to you as she made her way to your lips devouring every inch of your mouth, her tongue sliding down your throat.

A bunch more RnB songs later, mainly consisting of Frank Ocean and Giveon, Jenna pulls into the location mentioned in the invitation. Anne was a host genius, she never held her dinners at the same place and never served the same food, this year, the location felt so regal, like royalty, embodying and making homage to her Princess Diaries days. Though you two were at the gates waiting to get the all clear from the guards, you could see the tan palace adorned with ivy all over from the distance, at the end of a long drive way with pine trees and rose bushes on the sides.

“Wonder if they’re running by foot to Anne to get the confirmation.” Jenna jokes out considering it was taking a while for them to open the gate, as she grew even more restless by the second, that same hand that was on your thigh slowly starts making its way towards your garden making you perk up a bit as the soft ticklish feeling takes you by surprise, and as much as you wanted her to keep going, you know you can’t let her.

“Baby...” You breathe out, trying to collect your senses as her warm fingers hooks underneath an opening of your panties, her middle finger right above your now pulsating clit.

“Say please, pretty girl.” Jenna practically barks at you, your mind is telling you no, but your body is indicating the opposite, your desire for her to dive into you, two fingers in you and another rubbing circles on your clit as she marks every visible inch of you purple.

You lean into her ear, making your hips buck up so her finger was resting on your clit, making you seethed into her ear, “baby, no, be patient.” In scenarios like these, you barely said no, you two were always down, bathing in pleasure, juices and cum. Not wanting to take your ‘no’ for an answer she whispers back, her attempt to seduce you, “if you were a sin, you’d be the one I’d indulge in.” God, after that you weren’t sure how much self-control you had left, when most of the time, your sensualities would have none. But one of you had to remember what decorum is and unfortunately, it had to be you.

As you guide her hands out of your panties, you hear her sigh and “aww,” as she licks the finger that made contact with your clit, making you giggle, but before you could reassure her that she was sure to have all of you tonight, the guards finally come back with their confirmation, opening the gate.

“We apologise for the delay Ms. Ortega and Ms. l/n, but you’re all clear, welcome.” You and Jenna flash a smile as she starts driving off, acting as if they didn’t nearly witness a free show. Once Jenna puts the car in park amongst the other luxury vehicles, Bugatti, Porsche, a white Ferrari even, the same scenario played out, your door would remain untouched by you as Jenna scurries out and opens the door for you, taking your hand and kissing it as you step out.

As you walked side by side, arms linked, Jenna made sure to slow down when walking up the stretched out tan stairs that led up to the glorious door, not wanting you to slip and hurt yourself. Jenna was also in heels but not as high as yours and the fact that she was wearing a suit made it easier for her to walk, not having to worry about slipping on a floor length dress.

When you two reach the top, the double doors are opened from the inside with doormen in fashionable, yet regal suits on both sides, bowing their heads slightly as you both walked in, almost as if you two were royalty. And the first thing you noticed was the grand staircase that stretched from one side of the room to another, adorned with an emerald, green runner, complimenting the gold railings that had sculpted art attached to them going downwards. “Fucking you on that staircase would be a dream.” Jenna whispers into your ears, you’re not surprised that she’s still horny and fiending for you because you felt the same.

“Y/N! JENNA!” You both turn your heads and see Anne in this gorgeous gold gown with a matching cape that was longer than her dress, greeting you both with open arms. The two of you greet her with glee, exchanging kisses on the cheek, making jokes about how long you two waited to get in, which made her laugh too, she ushered you two where the rest of the guests were, the decadent dining room with a pure crystal chandelier hanging from above, the décor was on point like every other year, and despite the dinner being a big executive dinner, the ambiance felt warm and welcoming, seeing people you’re close with, people you’ve seen at Anne’s annual dinner and some new faces you cannot wait to meet. Anne’s hospitable nature tells you to help yourself to the giant charcuterie board that was almost as long as the the table itself, she also mentioned that not everyone was here, but dinner will commence then.

For the next twenty minutes you catch up with old friends, well, you don’t think you can consider them as friends as all they ever did was treat you like a daughter so if anything, old mother figures? You hoped to talk to more people, but you hadn’t seen Sandra and Sarah in so long, it was set in stone that you three would stick together, gossiping and devouring the soft cheeses and spicy cured meats laid out in front of you, making sure not to spoil your appetite for the main event though whilst Jenna mingled with others across the room.

Once everyone arrived, Anne had everyone find their seats, the name cards above the plates indicating where you were sitting, obviously Jenna would be sitting beside you, on your left, and then she sat Sandra and Sarah in front of you, as you go to check who would on your right, the fangirl in you jumps out as you silently squeal, grabbing Jenna’s attention.

“What is it, hermosa?” She asks all confused as to why you reacted like this.

“Does this card read Malina Weissman, or am I tripping?” Pointing to the card a few inches away from yours.

Jenna leans in past your shoulders to read the card and confirms your statement, “yes, baby, that does say Malina, what about it?” And once Jenna confirmed it, you try so hard to contain your excitement, you swear you nearly vibrate the entire room, “baby?”

“It’s Malina Weissman.” You finally manage to spit out, only making Jenna more confused and slightly threatened seeing you gush over another woman.

“Yes, it is, she’s an incredible and very underrated actress but what’s with the fangirling?”

“I used to be OBSESSED with her when I was younger, I fell in love with her and her character Violet when I watched ASOUE.”

“In love?” Jenna softly scoffs, she won’t admit it, but jealousy was plaguing her, and it was so obvious that everyone around you two were snickering, and this included, Sandra Bullock, Sarah Paulson, Helena Bonham Carter, Rihanna, AND Anne Hathaway. You glare at them, giving them a ‘don’t instigate anything’ look but you knew they would either way.

“Well, not in love, I just had a slight crush on her, that’s all.” Pouting your lips as you lift your shoulders up and down, and before she could relax and let all her worries float away, your so-called mother figures who weren’t supposed to instigate anything, INSTIGATED SOMETHING.

“Uhhh, actually,” Sarah starts, “we heard it was a big crush, lasting a few years.” You shut your eyes hopping this wouldn’t go on, but your hope wasn’t strong enough. Rih continues, “and she even wrote and published a story on Wattpad where she was a love interest and wrote herself in as the main character.”

“YOU WHAT?” Jenna raises her voice, jealousy pouring out of her ears, you start laughing even though you wanted the instigating to stop, cupping her soft face yet tensed jaw, you reassure her, “baby, it was a long time ago.”

“Oh!” Anne starts.

You crane your neck past Jenna’s head to look at her, “oh, don’t start PLEASE.”

“We forgot to mention that y/n actually posted a tik tok about how infatuated she was over her and Malina saw and liked!” You lift your palms to your face, wanting your suffering to end.

“Both tik toks.” Sandra and Helena say in unison.

Jenna looks back at you with furrowed eyebrows, “TWO?” You give the five of them death stares, a stare only a daughter would give their mother, making them sit down and start fidgeting with their plates and start engaging with each other instead.

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about, she has a boyfriend and plus she doesn’t even swing this way.” You reassure her.

She pulls you in by your waist and nibbles your ear, whispering in “you’re mine and mine only.” Making your spine stand up straight and your neck hairs stick up, along with raising goosebumps all over your exposed skin.

“I’m yours and yours only.”

Before you two could break apart, you hear a soft cough behind you, “uh, I don’t mean to interrupt this cuteness, but it seems I’ve been seated next to you.” You turn around and see a beautiful woman with brunette hair, bangs, legs for days, the bluest eyes and the softest white skin you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. Brunette and bangs, it seems like you have a type.

Your eyes light up, “hi! Sorry, it’s so nice to meet you,” you extend your hand out, “oh, get that out of here.” She softly slaps your hand out of the way and pulls you in for a tight, welcoming hug, which you gladly reciprocate, however it gets the jealousy in Jenna starting again. After introductions, well tense introductions on Jenna’s part, Anne addresses the guests and has everyone seated and excited for the first course, a seafood marinara accompanied with pieces of fresh baguette.

Once settled in, you and Malina start talking more, laughing at each other’s jokes and enjoying the delicious food plated in front of you, you didn’t mean to, but it made Jenna even more jealous, seeing her girl, her lady, her woman entertaining another. To be fair, in Jenna’s eyes, everything was exaggerated.

“NO WAY, you used to have a crush on me?” Malina asks with wide eyes.

“Yessss way, you liked my tik toks too, made me freak out so hard.”

“Ahhhh, I’m flattered really, and if I so didn’t have a boyfriend and I did like girls that way, I so would’ve asked you out.” She confesses.

Woah oh. To no one’s surprise, the instigator fives and Jenna were listening into your conversation and once the five heard what she said, they all looked at each other with yikes on their faces. Jenna on the other hand had jealousy painted all over it, red for jealousy and green for greed, the way she was so possessive over you, how she couldn’t bare seeing you being flirted with. It wasn’t toxic or anything because it didn’t hurt you, actually you found it hot and attractive. Knowing she can’t make a scene, she grits her teeth and digs into the main course a surf n turf, which included seared steaks and the biggest lobster tail your eyes set on.

Halfway through eating the main course, you feel cold slender fingers caress your thigh up and down, you try your best to ignore it as you and Mali were locked in a conversation, but the more she moves towards your pussy, the harder it is for you to hold conversation with Mali. But because luck was on your side, someone from the other side of Mali, asked her a question, which she politely paused your conversation to answer them, giving you the chance to once again guide Jenna’s hands away from your pussy.

“Jenna, come on, decorum.” Was all you could say to her before turning back to Mali as her conversation was over with the other person, the fire in Jenna was burning with jealousy and now she was starting to get mad at you, the way you keep entertaining Malina, how Malina was gawking over what’s hers.

After the food part of the dinner was over, everyone was free to roam and mingle around the palace, Jenna was quick to leave her seat but you didn’t think anything of it, instead, you and your new friend Mali decide to continue your convos while touring the place. After five minutes, you find yourself admiring this giant painting and its colours with her along with talking about other things.

“Oh my, I forgot to mention earlier, but congrats on the new season of Black Mirror!”

“OH EM GEE, you watch it?”

“YES! I’m a big fan of Black Mirror and when I found out you were writing for season six, I was so stoked, I’m a huge fan of you and your work, so this was such a cool thing to experience.”

“Well, I am flattered, thank you very much.”

“Nooo, thank you.” Both of you guys start laughing, you don’t notice that Jenna found you guys and now is walking towards you two, but Mali does.

“Ah, there she is, your muse.” Mali points to Jenna and waves hello, Jenna waving back even though her feelings were all over the place.

“Her muse,” Jenna repeats, wrapping her arm around your waist, holding onto it tightly, a lot more than usual but it felt nice so you didn’t object to it.

“I really do hate to barge into this conversation, but could I steal y/n away for a moment?”

“It’s no problem at all, please go head, go do some cute couple shit, I’ll be around.” And with that, Jenna smiles at her, and whisks you away, you didn’t even have time to collect your thoughts or say a proper bye, to be fair you thought you’d be back. But now, Jenna leads you into one of the many luxurious bathrooms and locks the door shut.

“Baby?” You ask all confuse.

“The only words that will leave your mouth next is yes ma’am.” She says, ever so dominantly.

Not wanting to piss her off even more, which clearly you have, you comply, “yes ma’am.”

“Am I yours?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Only yours?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She takes a step closer to you, pinning you up against the wall with her own body, “then tell me, pretty girl,” all of a sudden, she brings her hand to your neck and grabs it, softly choking you, you can’t help but moan in the process, “why are you entertaining others?” Your mouth drops.

“Baby, I’m not.” You release in gasps, trying so hard not to moan, knowing she’d use it against you.

“No?”

You shake your head. Jenna notices the breathing pattern you’re releasing and realises it’s the same one you harbour when she’s fucking you senseless. “Oh, baby, are you my good girl?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to spit out, “please, just.”

“Just what? You want me to fuck you so hard that it’ll shut you up? Punish you for entertaining others, and you’d enjoy every single second of it, like the naughty girl you are, taking pleasure in something so dirty.” The grip on neck was stronger than ever, but Jenna knew how to do it properly, the safe way, making sure she didn’t suffocate you and that you were still able to breathe.

“God, yes, please, J-Jenna.” You start begging.

“Begging already?” She laughs at you, now letting go of your neck and grabbing both your hands and pinning them up above your head, “you’re pathetic, and easy.” She spits out.

“Please, I take pleasure in you, mark every inch of me, let the whole world know who I belong to.”

She scoffs, “you’re such a good girl, you’d let me do anything to you, let me mark every single inch of your body to show everyone that you’re mine and only mine, my good, obedient slut.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, lunging your head forward to get even the slightest taste of her.

“Oh? You want a kiss, not that easy, baby, you have to work for it.” She slowly lets go of your hands as she starts sucking on the top of your boobs, on the skin that is exposed, but she doesn’t stop, her hunger takes over, she pulls down the fabric covering the rest of your boobs and then she goes ham, sucking in your nipples, pleasuring your areolas, devouring each boob as if they were her last meal.

Your moans started soft, Jenna couldn’t hear them as she was too focused on smothering herself into you but as her force grows stronger, your moans grow louder, “nope,” she mumbles, she lifts her head up and locks eye contact with you, “you start moaning, and I stop, you think I’d give you the satisfaction of moaning after your little stunt? You thought wrong.” The gulp you let down was so strong you almost choke but you didn’t want Jenna to stop so you give into her commands.

Once she’s satisfied with your boobs, she starts caressing your curves as she starts kissing downwards, once she reaches your pussy, she takes one leg and slings it over her shoulder and you instinctively wrap it around your neck, lucky for her, the slit in your dress made it an easy access of her. She pulls down your panties and starts kissing the base of your vagina, working her tongue down to your clit, making you gasp, quickly realising what you had down, you place your palm over your mouth, hoping you don’t start moaning.

As she continues to lick every inch of your pussy, sucking the folds, sucking your clit and occasionally sticking her tongue into your entrance, you buck your hips towards her, wanting to make the most out of her tongue. She’s eating you out so good, she has all of you, every inch of your skin, every syllable that leaves your mouth, every letter of your name, it’s all hers. That tight coil feeling you know all too well starts building up and from the countless times Jenna has fucked you, she knows you’re close. But she can’t let you off that easily, once your eyes roll at the back of your head and your mouth opens, just waiting for a moan to escape, she pulls away. Looking at you with an evil grin plastered on her face.

“Fuck.” You mouth off, “why’d you stop?” Almost sounding annoyed.

“Well, well, well,” she laughs, “look who’s annoyed now, you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.” You moan.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, please Jenna, I need you in me, need your tongue to devour every bit of me, please.”

“Begging for me to fuck you?” She looks at you with pride on her face, “how pathetic,” she spits. “I want you to kneel like the good slut you are ang beg for it, beg me to fuck you mercilessly.”

You lean in to kiss her and as you let go of her top lip, you find yourself slowly kneeling down, not breaking eye contact and once you’re on your knees, you look at her with soft eyes, she grabs your jaw and lifts it slightly upwards, raising her eyebrows at you.

“Jenna, baby, please, I need you, need you so bad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to entertain her, I’m all yours, all yours to love, to use, to fuck, like the good slut I am.”

“Whew, hermosa, you drive me crazy, you want me to fuck you so bad?” You nod like a spring bouncing up and down. “You want me to use the strap?”

You gasp with excitement, “yes, baby, please.”

“Okay,” she caresses your cheek with her thumb, “we’re going to go home, tell Anne you don’t feel well, and then when we get home, I’m going to fuck you mercilessly, you want to be my slut so bad? Then my slut you shall be, and you’re going to take every single inch of me like the good girl you are, you’re mine, y/n, I’ll have you wishing that you never disobey me again.”

The drive home was tense, there was so much tension in the air, you swore Jenna was going to stop the car and fuck you right there, on the side of the road. “God, you’re so tempting,” was the only thing she said to you on the way home, and as the metres grew shorter, the more your excitement grew stronger, once the car was in the garage, Jenna practically leaped out of her seat to open the door for you, once you stood up, you grabbed her collar and started violently making out with her, she pins you up against the car, slowly untying the back of your dress, as you slowly undo her buttons.

“Well Ms. Ortega, your lapel seems to harbour a lot of buttons, trying to make me work for it?”

“Always.”

As both of you are tongue deep in each other’s throats, you lead one another to your bedroom, slowly removing clothing on the way, where all carnage breaks loose. You start whimpering as you beg for her to take you, impatience as she attaches the strap and as she turns around, your mouth starts to salivate, moaning at the sight of her.

She signals at you to come forward, and you obey, “I bet you’re so tight and wet.”

“Come and find out.” And with that, she pushes you onto the bed making your boobs bounce as a result of recoil, she lifts both of your legs up and slings it over her shoulders, once again wrapping them around her neck as a reflex. She starts pounding into you and all those moans you held in earlier were letting loose, each pound resulted in a moan louder than the last. She was ravishing you, and though her strap was artificial, she could feel your walls closing in, she could feel the warmth and the slickness, you were so wet, she swore you formed an ocean.

With each thrust into you, the pleasure is too overwhelming that grab onto the bed sheets, with one hand near your mouth as you bite down on the side of your wrist, ensuring you leave a mark. “Yeah? You like that baby, don’t you.”

“F-fuck, yes, yes I do.”

“Say my name, y/n, say it.”

“J-J-Jenna, fuck, Jenna.” You moan out in small, short breaths, barely being able to say her name correctly.

“Good job, my sweet girl, now say your name, your pussy deserves praise too.”

“Fuck,” you start but now she’s pounding even stronger with long forceful strokes, “fuck, it’s.”

“It’s?”

“It’s- baby, I can’t, please, I need to cum, please let me cum.” That same coil feeling in your stomach is back but now it’s stronger than ever, considering you didn’t get to cum back in the bathroom. You can see the sweat illuminate Jenna’s beauty, her mouth open as she’s close to cumming too, your orgasms were always in sync.

“Mhmh yeah? Me too, fuck, fucking you so good, you forget your own name.” She moans, now grabbing your boobs and squeezing them like two big oranges, “who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“W-who?” She stutters out as her climax reaches ever so closely.

“Y-you, baby.” The same stutter gets to you as your climax is inching closer.

“My name, y/n, fuck.”

“I’m y-yours, Jenna-”

“Y/N!”

“FUCK.” You both say in unison as your orgasms crash into you two like a freight truck, her strokes slows down, helping you ride out the high, her breathing labours and so does yours, gasping for air like it was a contest, and as she pulls out, your slick connects your pussy and her strap, taking off the strap she then takes her hand and collects your juices and spreads it along your lips, tempted to lick it off, you don’t, you know what’s next. She crashes onto your body, onto your lips kissing your juices, your cum off your lips.

“You taste divine, cara mia.” She mumbles in between breaths, making you giggle, and as she moves off of your body to lay next to you, still kissing and biting every inch of your lips, “you drive me absolutely crazy, sweet girl.”

You pull away, “that’s the plan,” you cheese at her, shuffling your body down a bit so you could lay your head on her boobs, relaxing as the night goes on, you two are sure to fall asleep within the next hour but now you bathe in the pleasure, the lust, the love you two share with each other and no one else.

“You’re mine, and mine only.”

a/n: you get a cookie if you can find all of the frank ocean references in this fic hehe, a kiss if you’re my wife, also extra points if you can guess the singer in the second pic i used 😚. fun fact, the entire Malina Weissman thing is 100% real, real to me, I used to have the FATTEST crush on her (still do) and she did like two of my tik toks!! Oh and that wattpad story… uh, next question😁

also sorry if like there’s mistakes, it’s 9am and i haven’t slept in like 19hrs so bare with me 😭🤍

tag list: @talialeih, @alexkolax (idkw it’s not working but you asked me to add you to my tag lists!! <3), @iamthewoe

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Pride and Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

The Schemer of the Scalding Sands: J. Viper

Introduction, or pick another route!

Jamil x GN Reader

Warnings: Najma and Kalim are wingmen, Jamil insults you Darcy-style (he doesn’t mean it <3 ), P&P-level angst, descriptions of being extremely high in the air (magic carpet ride <3 )

Notes: ngl i became a jamil stan while writing this fic

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Kalim was being quiet, Jamil thought as he glanced at the clock. Too quiet.

It was late evening, and usually around this time Kalim would be knocking on Jamil’s dorm room asking for him to cook something. Or for homework help. Or to plan a party. Or all three, plus something else. Usually, Jamil couldn’t go more than half an hour without Kalim coming around, but this evening had been oddly peaceful, so something had to be afoot.

He pushed away from his desk and headed down the hall to the dorm leader’s room, pressing an ear against his door. Good, he’s in the room. Judging by Kalim’s voice, he wasn’t in immediate danger. Good, good. Still, he should just make sure. He rapped his knuckles against the door and walked in without waiting, “Kalim, I came to check-“

He stopped in shock, eyes widening and a frown forming. Kalim was on his stomach on his bed video chatting with someone on his phone, legs kicking in the air cheerfully. That was all fine, except-

“Najma?!” Jamil screeched, diving to Kalim to get a better look. “Why are you calling Kalim?!”

“Dude, calm down,” Najma deadpanned. Kalim grinned, “yeah, it’s all fine Jamil! We were just talking about you actually-“

“What?!” Jamil wrenched the phone from Kalim, and dodged his hands. “Najma! You should be doing your homework not talking to Kalim-“

“Jamil can you relax?” Najma drawled, leaning back on her bed. “I just called Kalim to see if you were actually doing your job.” Not really, it was to make sure Jamil wasn’t overstressing himself. Clearly he was. She suddenly smirked, and changed the topic. “Kalim said you were close to that (name) person you brought to the Yasamina Silk festival. They seemed cool, but now they seem great.”

Jamil was indignant. “Don’t listen to him Najma. And Kalim! You-!” Jamil turned to glare at him, then immediately calmed his voice and face. “You should eat something, it’s getting late.” Kalim’s eyes widened and he looked at the time, “you’re right! We should see if the rest of the dorm is hungry too! We could all have dinner together!” He dashed out of the room without waiting for Jamil, who sighed and turned back to Kalim’s phone. “I’d better go after him, take care of yourself, Najma.” “Okay, bye~”

Najma sighed and slumped against her bed. Jamil seems to really like this (name), and they seemed pretty nice when we met. Not to mention, Jamil seemed happy they were there… it’d be nice for him to loosen up too. In the very few times he’d spoken about you to her, he seemed… almost cheerful. Very unlike the high-strung, perfectionist brother she knew. Even though Jamil was still her older brother, she still worried about him a little bit. It’d be nice if he had someone to loosen him up, who he genuinely liked.

She thought back to the festival, where you and Jamil shared a melon with one another. Sure, you may have not known that one Scalding Sands legend, where if you shared that melon with someone, your friendship (or romance!) would last forever. Or maybe you did know.

Either way, she knew her brother well enough that he wouldn’t slip up with splitting the melon like that. He may not believe in superstition, but a Scalding Sands legend was still a legend.

She thought for a bit, and then smirked and picked up her phone. Oh yeah. It’s all coming together. She just needed to get Kalim on board now.

———

Jamil was staring at you again.

It was out of the corner of his eye, and he kept looking away, but you just knew. Because he’d been doing it for the past few months, ever since the Scalding Sands event you’d crashed with Grim.

Granted, you were surprised he even let you go with him and Kalim, given how annoyed he looked at the extra guests (between you two, Trey, Cater, and Malleus, it was an unforgettable trip indeed). And you and Jamil sort of reached a… truce, of sorts, after his overblot.

You didn’t know how you felt ever since he’d basically imprisoned you and Grim in Scarabia, and all the things he’d said about you. Sure, after all of that went down, you were pissed and a little hurt. You’d thought that you’d made a friend in a new dorm, (two, counting Kalim, who really was your friend) but instead he was just using you. And now, the two of you were in a strange stalemate, and surprisingly, saw each other somewhat often.

While running odd errands for Crowley, sometimes you passed by the gym. You’d see Ace and Floyd, and also Jamil playing basketball, and invariably Jamil would become distracted. Floyd even loudly complained about that when a stray shot from Jamil hit him in the head. Then, at some point he’d offered to tutor you in Alchemy, saying that Kalim needed help too, so he’d just be getting two birds with one stone. And then Kalim would throw parties practically every fortnight and sic Jamil on your tail, begging you to come.

You supposed Kalim felt extremely grateful for helping him understand Jamil, but frankly you wanted to be left in peace. Still, when you did accept Kalim’s invitation, you sort of… enjoyed the small talk you made with Jamil, commenting on his cooking and sometimes helping him in the kitchen to get away from the crowds. At some point, the two of you even began meeting up to just… vibe.

Sometimes you’d meet with him in the kitchens, watching him cook while you did your homework, and occasionally cook with him. At some point, you’d take over from him and cook in his place, just to give the poor guy a break. This wasn’t something you took lightly, given how overprotective Jamil was over Kalim - the two of you reached a nice… whatever it was.

Still, you felt like he was uneasy around you. Why else would he keep staring at you, hovering over you, and ask you pointed questions? One moment he’d be more lax around you, chatting and bantering, and the next he’d be… venomous. It wasn’t like you could tell anyone about his overblot. You technically didn’t exist in this universe, anyway, so his secret was safe with you.

You heard a knock coming from the Ramshackle front door, and went to open it. In front of you stood Kalim and Jamil. Wait, no… sat.

They were both seated on Kalim’s flying carpet, the Housewarden beaming at you while Jamil looked tired and a bit peeved. “Hey, (name)!” The carpet waved its tassels at you. “Hey guys, I’m fine, but… why are you here?” Kalim grinned sunnily at you, “we wanted to see you! You should take a break and walk with us!” You glanced at Jamil, who was a little quiet, looking at you intently.

“I can’t, I’m…” you failed to think of an excuse, kicking yourself mentally, “…alright, sure.” Ugh, why did you agree?

Kalim cheered, and the three of you went along the path outside of Ramshackle. Kalim insisted that Jamil stayed on the carpet, even after he suggested he walk with you. “(Name), you should sit with us!” He smiled at you, something mischievous in his eyes. That’s a little… odd? Although it was Kalim after all. He did have some impulsive tendencies.

You gently took Jamil’s hand, surprised he’d even offered to help you up, and sat carefully on the carpet. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamil flex the hand he held yours with. You scoffed, “dude, I don’t have rabies or anything. You’re not infected with my hand.” Jamil frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Kalim jumped off the carpet. “Now, remember what we talked about! Go, carpet!”

Immediately, the carpet lurched forward. “Kalim, what did you do?!” Jamil gasped as the carpet began rising higher and faster. Your eyes widened and you instinctively grabbed the front of the carpet, “KALIM! Jamil stop the-!” You were cut off as the carpet zoomed up into the sky, leaving no trace except your shrieks and Jamil’s shouts. Nonetheless, Kalim smiled proudly at his handiwork, now Jamil and the Prefect can have some quality time together! Pleased, he pulled out his phone.

Kalim: its done! Jamil and (name) are in a whole new world of love now!!!!!!! \^o^/

On the other end of the chat, Najma grinned, and texted back:

Najma: YESSSSSSSS all according to plan >:)

———

You had been through a lot when you first arrived to NRC. Between living in Ramshackle, fighting overblots, dodging Floyds and Rooks, and shouldering Crowley’s responsibilities, you’ve dealt with your fair share of wildness.

But this? This was new.

You screamed as the carpet seemed to lurch higher and higher into the air, gripping the front of it for dear life. Your stomach flip-flopped wildly, and you tried to not projectile vomit in mid-air. The air rushed past your ears, cold and practically ripping through your skin. You could barely hear anything over the sound of wind, let alone Jamil yelling beside you.

At last, the carpet settled, and you felt extremely lightheaded. Your brain was static at this point, and you moved to lean on both hands when Jamil grabbed your wrist. “Do not look down.”

Well damn, you can’t tell me what to do, Jamil. That made you immediately look over the edge, and you regretted it instantly. The school was barely larger than a postage stamp, and you could practically see the borders of Sage’s Island with how high up you were. It was chilly too - you both were surrounded by clouds, and it was darker than you’d thought. It was probably about to rain - not that you’d know, being above the damn rainclouds.

Beside you, Jamil was beyond exasperated. If he seemed tense before, now he was just pissed. His hand on your wrist tightened, and he leaned closer to you. “Don’t. Look down.” His eyes flashed angrily at you, and you withered under his gaze, gripping the carpet tighter. He turned his eyes to your hands, gently putting his hands over yours.

“Look, I’ll steer the carpet downward, but you need to follow my lead.” He made you look at him. His dark eyes held your gaze, and for a moment you really did feel like you were in the clouds. That the world was just you and Jamil, high above everything on this terrifying carpet ride.

“Do you trust me?” You saw his lips move, but it sounded far away, like he was speaking through water. Maybe it was the altitude messing with your head, but Jamil looked so focused on you. You’d never seen him look at anything like this, so gently.

“Do you trust me?” Jamil tightened his hands over yours, and you were brought back to reality. You nodded, and he sighed. “Good. We’re going to go forward.” Carefully, he tipped the carpet, and you took in a sharp breath when you went forward. The two of you inched downwards, and the school became larger and larger until finally you both touched down in Scarabia.

Jamil clasped your hand in his and lead you off the carpet, silent. He had a deep frown on his face, and his dark eyes were even stormier than the skies. He didn’t get off the carpet with you, but clenched his hands after he helped you off. This was the second time it’s happened, he doesn’t think you have cooties or something right?

“Thanks, Jamil…” You looked at him, hoping he’d maybe lighten up a bit now that you were on the ground, but he refused to look at you, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Just… stay here. I’m going to put the carpet away, just…I don’t need any more trouble.” As he walked away, you felt his words settle heavily in your gut. I’m just trouble for him? It’s not like I caused the carpet to go sky-high…

Still, you sat on the luxurious couch in the Scarabia common room, and tried to relax. Surprisingly, it was quiet - it seemed that everyone had gone to bed. It was a nice change from Ramshackle, at least. You shut your eyes, beginning to feel tired. After a while, you groggily awoke to a mop of white hair and red eyes exclaiming at you.

“(Name)! What are you doing here?! What about Jamil?! I thought you were up in the sky on your magic carpet ride!” Kalim blabbered while you tried to get your bearings back. He seemed… worried? He put his hand to his chin, thinking. “Well, maybe I could find an empty room and put you both in it-“

“Kalim.” The Housewarden immediately fell silent, spinning to Jamil with wide eyes, smiling at him. “Jamil! Don’t worry, we can still fix this!” Jamil’s frown deepened in confusion, “Kalim, what are you-“ “And the Prefect is still here!” Kalim pointed at you, and you went on alert as Jamil zeroed in on you, seemingly forgetting you were still here.

Kalim continued cheerfully, eyes steeling in happy-go-lucky determination. “And there’s still time! You can get back out on the carpet, there’s still stars out!” Jamil wrenched his eyes back to Kalim, mouth curling into a snarl and arms tensing. “Kalim, what are you talking about?”

“To confess!”

The silence was stifling. You stared wide-eyed at Jamil, who stared incredulously at Kalim, who still smiled innocently. Finally, Jamil seemed to temper himself and said through gritted teeth, “Kalim, go back to your room.”

Kalim placed his hands on his hips, “no way! We still have to-“ “Kalim.” Even though you didn’t know either of them as long as they knew each other, something in Jamil’s voice sapped Kalim of his energy. Kalim’s eyes widened, and after a moment, he left the room. You opened your mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

You watched as Jamil sighed irritably, running a hand through his long bangs. You slouched on the Scarabia couch, watching him pace and huff to himself. What had you done to earn his annoyance? He’s the one who basically kidnapped you on a flying rug. Surely he couldn’t dislike you that much.

“Kalim doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he said at last, and you frowned deeply. “What? Kalim isn’t stupid, Jamil,” you said sharply, losing your patience, “and what in Seven’s name is up with you?

“Look, you’re-“ Jamil stopped, clearing his throat. He smoothed over his expression, face becoming the usual calm-and-composed Vice Housewarden that he always showed to the world, but not you. “Nothing is wrong.” You finally snapped, exhausted and utterly spent, “what is going on? You’ve been acting weird with me ever since winter break!” Jamil grit his teeth, but you continued. “What is your deal, Jamil?! I thought we were friends! What have I done to make you hate me this much?!”

“You’ve been a thorn in my side since you’ve come here!” Jamil yelled, stopping pacing in front of you. His chest heaved, and he had that angry-crazed look on his face he always got when exasperated. “You’re too clever for your own good! And ever since my…” he swallowed, starting to lose his momentum as he realized what he was saying, “last winter, you’ve shown yourself to be someone…interesting.” Finally, he seemed marginally calmer. “And… I don’t think I could’ve dealt with all of this without you, even though you’re the last person who I thought could help.”

Your frown deepened. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jamil hurriedly continued, shutting his eyes. “Look, I know that I inconvenienced you, but… you’re always on my mind, when I should be thinking about attending Kalim. You’re-“

“Alright, that’s it.” You stood up from the couch, and walked off without sparing a glance. Jamil stopped, sputtering, and cried out “you’re just going to leave?!” You spun on your heel, glaring at him. “Yes! I’m leaving so I don’t cause a bigger mess!” Jamil shut up immediately, and you stalked to him, poking his chest hard. “You have done nothing but insult me. What happened today, with the carpet, was not my fault. If anything, you made me into a thorn in your side.” He flinched, but you blazed on. He didn’t get to hurt and belittle you.

“You hurt the entire dorm with your overblot,” you seethed, “and you didn't inconvenience me. You imprisoned me and Grim in your little scheme. And I have tried to be nice to you since then, and I thought we were becoming friends, but you just seem to hate me every time you see me. So fine,” you backed off, throwing your hands up as you left, “I’m leaving, Jamil. I’m leaving.”

Jamil didn’t know how long he stood there after you’d left. The Scarabia common room seemed to get chillier as the night passed, but he couldn’t find it in himself to go back to his dorm. At some point, he found himself on the couch drifting in and out of sleep, wondering why things were the way they were, and why he just couldn’t be lucky. Before he closed his eyes, utterly defeated, his last thought was, I deserved that. But not them.

———

The next few weeks passed without a hitch, although you were still brimming with dulled hurt every time you saw Jamil and Kalim.

Even though you had nothing against Kalim, Jamil always slunk behind him like a shadow, making you uncomfortable every time the sunny housewarden bounded up to you. Somehow, it felt like Kalim came up to you even more often than before. You’d supposed that maybe Kalim was trying to mend things between you and Jamil, but while he had the best intentions, it was really up to Jamil. Still, you thought, you weren’t exactly kind when you last… spoke to him.

Every time you spoke to Kalim, you tried to gently but firmly turn his invitations down. This time, he seemed adamant that you come to tonight’s party, basically begging you to attend.

“Please, Prefect!” He grabbed your hand pleadingly, “it’ll be fun! The Pop Music club will be playing, and Jamil’s cooking all your favorites-“

“Kalim, let’s go.” You were jarred to hear Jamil speak up, and Kalim actually listen to him rather than brushing it off. Kalim looked at Jamil, who continued, “We need to head back to the dorm and prepare. And…” Jamil avoided your eyes, “please, don’t trouble the Prefect.”

As the two of them left, you felt their absence weigh on you. It had been a while since you’d hung out with Jamil - so you took to cooking alone in Ramshackle or Heartslabyul, and tried studying by yourself. On nights when Scarabia was having a party, you tried to not think about when you and Jamil would hang out in the kitchen, or when you and Kalim would drag him out to the dance floor to loosen up. Still, your Friday nights were getting drearier by the week, even when you tried reading Prejudice and Pride to take your mind off it.

In the gym, the basketball club was in full swing, and Ace and Jamil chatted while passing the ball to each other. “Yeah, sure, I can try to get them to come tonight,” Ace began dribbling the ball, then smirked at Jamil. “Didn’t know you missed them so much though!” Jamil frowned, flushing. “I just… Najma wanted to see them again. That’s all.”

Ace shrugged and passed the ball, “alright, guess I’ll see you later.” Later that day, you frowned at the text you got from Ace, wondering how you should respond. At this point, you’d attempted to avoid Scarabia at all costs, but it had been a while. Even then, you still wanted to see Kalim and Jamil one last time - and at least you’d be with your friends.

Ace: hey theres a party at scarabia tonight, Jamil wants you to go

Ace: so u wanna go or what

You: sure, I’ll be there. Meet u at the mirror in ten

———

You, Grim, Ace, Deuce, and Cater stepped into Scarabia. Immediately Cater ran off to find Lilia and Kalim, and you got separated from Ace and Deuce while trying to cross the dance floor. At some point Grim perked up as he smelled food wafting in the air, and made a beeline for the kitchen. You ran after him, dodging the partygoers (and at some point almost crashing into Lilia, Kalim, and the drum set) until you found yourself standing in the Scarabia kitchen.

Grim bounded over to Jamil, who was standing over the stove stirring a large pot. “Jamil! What’s cookin’?” Grim’s eyes were shining, and he strained to look up. You heard laughter from behind you, and a voice saying “hey, it’s the Prefect!” Jamil’s head snapped back to where you stood. You looked behind you, jaw dropping, “Najma?! What are you doing here?” She grinned at you, and you followed her to Jamil.

“I just wanted to see Jamil! And Kalim said he was having a party today,” she hugged you tightly. “I haven’t seen you since the festival! Jamil keeps talking about you too!” You made eye contact with Jamil over Najma’s shoulder. He looks like a deer in the headlights.

“Najma, let the Prefect go,” Jamil recovered quickly, and she let go reluctantly, pouting. You turned your attention to the pot, “hey, are you making curry? I thought Kalim hated that.”

Grim stood at attention, “whatever it is, I want some!” Jamil sighed, “I already made the food for the party, this is for Najma.” And you, if you showed up. Najma scrunched her nose, “I don’t want that, it’s too… plain.” Plain? You glanced into the very fragrant pot, swirling with spices and oil.

“You’re going to eat. You didn’t have lunch, baba will be mad if he finds out I didn’t feed you,” Jamil spooned some curry onto a plate and Najma crossed her arms. “It’s fine, but you still make your food look too plain. Like, garnish it or something. I know (name) can probably make it better!” She handed the plate to Grim, and as you picked Grim up to place him on a chair to eat, you frowned.

“My cooking isn’t that great, Najma. Jamil taught me some stuff, but still.” Najma looked confusedly at her brother, “but he says you cook so well!” Jamil gaped at her, while your eyes widened. Najma gave her brother a look, and continued, “he loves your cooking! And he said he loves cooking with you! And-”

“Jamil!” Finally you cut her off, as Jamil looked one second away from smothering her, “I didn’t know you liked my cooking?” You felt your nervousness from the party melt, and smiled hesitantly at him. He seemed to soften a little, “Yeah… it’s nice to have the company,” he cleared his throat. Why did it feel so hot in the kitchen?

Najma watched the both of you stare at each other, then clapped her hands together, making you both flinch. “Alright! This is enough. You need to get out.” As she strode out of the kitchen, you both watched her confused. “Najma, where are you going?,” Jamil called, but she didn’t answer. Grim shrugged, finishing off the curry, “Wow! Jamil, the food tasted so good!” You and Jamil stood in silence, before you both opened your mouths to speak.

“Jamil, I’m sorry for yelling-”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you (name)-”

Your eyes widened, and you both fell into an awkwardness. You were about to open your mouth, but then Najma kicked in the door. “Both of you! Out!~” Trailing behind her was… “Why’s the carpet here?!” Jamil yelled, “Najma that’s a precious heirloom of the al-Asim family! You can’t just-!” The carpet wrapped around both of you and Jamil and began pushing you out of the dorm to the outside, being lead by Najma, who cackled gleefully.

“Okay carpet! Two times is the charm! Go!” The carpet seemed to nod? and then unfurled itself from around you two. It swept underneath your and Jamils’ feet, and began rising gently in the air, unlike last time. Jamil was shouting at Najma, looking down but you weren’t focused on him. Rather, you were looking up.

“Jamil,” you nudged him softly. “Not now, Prefect,” he grumbled. “Jamil, look.” He finally sat down on the carpet, and his mouth hung open in shock. The two of you were in the sky again, but not as high this time. All around you, the stars twinkled brightly in the night, and nebulae swirled across the sky. There were barely any clouds. It was slightly chilly, but Jamil’s warmth next to you was enough to keep you fine. Rather, the goosebumps on your arms were from other things.

“It’s beautiful up here,” you breathed, and Jamil glanced at you. “Yeah, it is.” Jamil could feel his stresses slowly dissipate, and while you both were up in the sky, it felt like the world was only you and him, and the twinkling of the stars above you both. His mind wandered to the old Scalding Sands legend. Was this how the princess and her lover felt when they were courting?

You looked over at Jamil, gently grabbing his hand. In the calm of the night, Jamil seemed a little… less put-upon. Like he could finally speak freely. He cleared his throat, lost in thought. “I… got ahead of myself before,” he finally said, shifting uncomfortably on the carpet.

“I never got to tell you, but I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry for trapping you and Grim in Scarabia. You’re not a thorn in my side, what I meant was… you were always there. And at first, I hated it. I didn’t trust you. You were like a thorn in my side, because you were always there. But…” You waited for him to continue, all the anger and hurt leaving you in the cool night air.

“I began to like your presence. Like I could relax when you were there, because you could help with Kalim, or keep me company while cooking, or just-” Jamil seemed a little choked up now, is he ok? “Be there. I never felt like that… just…-”

“Supported,” you finished, and he nodded, swallowing thickly. You both stayed quiet, until you spoke. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just… You always seemed to either like me or hate me?” You felt jittery just saying it out loud, “sometimes we’d be fine, but sometimes you’d just… avoid me. And it hurt.”

Jamil squeezed your hand softly, and you sighed, “And I never know what you’re thinking. I really don’t know if you just kept me around for Kalim, or if we were actually…” friends. Jamil moved closer to you. “...I do like being with you. I… I do.”

Jamil turned your chin so you’d face him. He took a deep breath, “Kalim wanted me to… confess,” the word sounded like a hiss. “I thought he was getting ahead of himself as usual but then I…” he hesitated, “I realized he was right. And Najma was right. I did… I have feelings for you, and somewhere along the way I started… loving you.” His voice became quiet, and he averted his eyes from yours, as if expecting you to be angry. To his surprise, you weren’t.

You cut him off, gently pressing your lips against his cheek. His eyes widened, barely believing it. Him? Of all people, him?

“I really wanted you to not hate me,” you confessed, face feeling warm despite the chill. “I… really do like you, Jamil. I like what you can do, and I like you. And I think somewhere along the way…”

You squeezed his hand tightly, making him look at you with a smile on your face, “I started loving you too.” You softly closed the distance between you, finally ending the weeks of inner turmoil.

Jamil softly cupped your face, looking into your eyes, then kissed you gently, as if he couldn’t believe that this was real. You wrapped your hand around the hand on your face, squeezing it softly. You were here. You moved to clasp him tighter, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you tighter.

Quietly in the chilled night, if anyone cared to look up into the starry sky, they would have seen two newfound lovers finally together, exchanging stolen kisses and chuckling amongst themselves. Lucky for them, the only witnesses to them were the stars above, and two teenagers standing outside Scarabia.

Hands on her hips, Najma proudly stared up into the sky, squinting at the shadowed figures on the carpet. Wordlessly, she held up her hand, and Kalim high-fived her, grinning.

“Mission accomplished!~”

~END

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⚣ BatBro with his BatBros 🦇

⚣ 🦇 A/N → Ah, my first full installment of BatBro headcanons. Where does the time go? Anyway, as we progress throughout these headcanons, you can imagine the characters slowly getting older too. By, the time we get to the end, the reader is at least 18 years old making Damian anywhere between 18-19 years old, since he's a few months older.

⚣ 🦇 Summary → Going from the life of an only child, to having 4+ siblings, can't be easy. Especially when most of those siblings brothers, and those brothers come from a family a crime-stopping vigilantes. What was your mother thinking in leaving you with your dad?

REBLOGS are very appreciated! REPLIES to, I love hearing your thoughts 💛

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I find it funny that no one has ever thought to take advantage of the fact that Bruce Wayne has created a habit of popping up with a new kid like every couple of years. They could try to offer up their kids to him in hopes of cashing in on the Wayne family's wealth.

And he actively turns away all of them, even if he is tempted a couple of times. At least until he gets to you. Everything was normal until your mom decided one day she was done being a parent and just dropped you off at the front gate and left when you were 9 years old. This is also around the same time Damian ended up in Bruce's care, so you both were now dealing with the fact that you've suddenly got a father you never knew, as well as a brother. Well, brothers, since Bruce did somewhat actually have children before he had you guys.

She left a note along with your other belongings that said “Trust me. He yours,” with nothing else. Bruce could only stare down at you with that usual grim, but pondering look he had while you just stared back at him.

“I’d thought you be taller,” was your first sentence towards your dad. One that was vaguely familiar to the billionaire as he rolled his eyes and led you inside the manor.

Obviously, Bruce ran a DNA test and confirmed everything to be true. You were indeed his son, snarky remarks and all. You and Damian must share that quality.

Speaking of, since you and Damian were blood-related, you have a more special bond with each other. Even if he bullies the shit out of you.

Hiding your toys and games all around the manor, stabbing your favorite teddy bears and various stuffed items with his knives and daggers, and I'm just going to throw in that you have a love-hate relationship with Scooby-Doo now.

You love the cartoon, but Damian took advantage of the fact that you may not do well with scary stuff and would make his own costume versions of the villains from the show and chased you around the house with them. They were horrifying and disturbing enough to even unsettle Bruce a little, so you could imagine the early childhood trauma you endured.

People think your fear of clowns stems from the Joker. No, it's from Damian.

It’s always from Damian.

Plus, since you and Damian are around the same age, you both end up in the same grade at the same school. So he always keeps a look out for you and protects you from any bullies, while you teach him how to be more sociable and friendly towards others.

Now, if Damian's closest relationship with another brother outside of you is Dick (who you along with everyone else agree that he is basically Damian's second father), I imagine you have a close relationship with both Jason and Tim for various reasons.

You and Tim connect because you both have very intellectual and detail-oriented minds. You watch Scooby-Doo, so you obviously have an interest in mysteries as well as the Red Robin personality. Whenever he is having a hard time connecting dots to a case or a puzzle, you simply come in, take one look and somehow figure it out. Sometimes, you’ll even just make a random statement that ends up being the key to what Tim is looking for.

Tim and you both have an interest in video games, you a little bit more than him. It was because of you that he even really got into them. Before, when it was just you and your mom, you didn’t have anyone to really play with, besides whatever friends you could find online. So having someone you could play with, especially in person now made you and Tim’s bond that more special.

Also, you’ve made it your responsibility to make sure the guy gets adequate rest and sleep and doesn’t drown himself in caffeine.

“Timothy Drake! It is way past your bedtime. Off the Bat-Computer and upstairs into bed young man.” You yelled, marching downstairs with an amused Alfred towing behind.

Your father and siblings all watched from the sidelines as well, all amused at the sight of your young, tiny body, yelling at a slightly older and taller teenager as if you were his father.

“Um, I’m older than you,” Tim responded while holding on to what had to be his 5th coffee of the evening.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“Master Tim, with all due respect, I’d do what the young lad says. He’s already started unplugging and cutting the cords to every coffee and espresso machine in the manor.” Alfred said from behind.

Tim looked at you in horror while you stared at him the look on your face very much communicating a ‘try me if you want to’ message, and that’s when he noticed the pair of scissors in your hands.

“OKAY! I’M GOING! I’M GOING!” Tim shouted, sprinting out of his seat and up to his room. Your brothers were quietly laughing until you turned your head right to them.

“And, what are you three laughing at?! Get to bed right now.”

Now, it was their turn to question you. Cause Dick and Jason were full adults and even though Damian was only a few months older than you, well that was it. He was older than you so he bossed you around, not the other way,

“Woah, there little man. Jason and I, we’re grown. We don’t have bedtimes.” Dick said.

“Yeah, squirt.” Jason voiced right behind Dick with his arms crossed.

“Watch yourself, little brother,” Damian warned.

You raised a subtle eyebrow at them while your father and Alfred both looked at you with curiosity.

Alfred, however, had a little more amusement to his look since he already knew where this was headed.

“Dick, I will never have another brother movie night with you again, and I’ll start going to Jason for brotherly advice instead of you. Also, I’ll tell Kory you were being mean to me.” You threatened your oldest brother.

Dick was both hurt and fearful because how could you even threaten him with something that awful and quite frankly, plain rude and ridiculous. He gave way better advice than Jason! Also, he knew Kory absolutely adored you ever since Bruce brought you to the tower that one time and would not hesitate to put him on punishment as well if she even thought he was being mean to you.

Jason was holding a smug look at your threat toward Dick, that is until your eyes landed on him. “Jason, I know where you keep all of your limited edition books, especially your prized signed copy of Pride & Prejudice. We certainly don’t want that getting in the wrong hands, now do we,” You said, turning to your second oldest sibling. Jason was surprised, and slightly impressed, though also terrified. How could you know?!

You turned to your blood-related brother, who held a bit of an overconfident look as there wasn’t anything you could have over him that would have him actually following your orders. “And Damian, I’m sure you don’t want dear old Dad to know what happened at school last week, now do you?” You said, playing slightly with your fingernails while ‘innocently’ rocking back on your feet as if you weren’t blackmailing your siblings. For noble reasons, of course. They need their sleep!

Your brother was both shocked and angry at your statement. How did you even know about that? The look on his face, well, let’s just say it wasn’t friendly, not in the slightest.

But, to no one’s surprise except your dad, all your siblings silently trudged upstairs without another word.

Bruce looked at you and Alfred with a raised eyebrow as you turned back to face your brooding father, only now you could see his brooding look had a hint of questionable curiosity and amazement.

“You too, daddio. It’s bedtime, yo.” You rhymed. Apparently, not only was everyone’s sleep tracker, but you had a bit of flow with it too. Someone should get you a record deal.

You gave your dad a slight hug, your head barely reaching above his waist. You still had growing to do! You’d get there eventually.

Walking back toward the entrance, you also made sure to stop and give the butler a fist bump since he was your secret partner-in-crime. How else would you know where to hit to get your brothers to fall in line? with a slight hug to his side before heading back towards the entrance.

“Thanks, Alfred,” You said!

“Anytime, Master Y/N.”

Bruce eyed you both suspiciously before he realized what was going on as he watched your small body bounce up the stairs.

“Really? You’re in cahoots with my son, Alfred?”

“Why, Master Bruce, I’m offended. I’d say it was more of a beneficial partnership. Cahoots is for the reckless.” Alfred responded jokingly.

The age-old ending to every mystery novel plays out again, the butler did it.

Though, Bruce was still impressed by how easily your brothers listened to you without a second thought. It takes him a few tries just to get a sentence through their head, and that’s if they were actually listening to him that time.

“Wow, he got Jason to listen to him? I still can’t get Jason to greet me without looking him looking like he wants to punch my lights out.” Bruce commented.

“He has your commanding tone, sir,” Alfred said before backing up the manor himself, “I wouldn’t let Master Y/N catch you back down here, though. I heard he’s got some especially dirty leverage on you.”

Bruce suddenly decided to look at the clock, “Guess it is a little late,” He muttered before rushing upstairs himself.

Speaking of Jason, your relationship with the second adopted Wayne kid had more of a special touch. The Red Hood persona was the brother you really looked up to. You liked and respected how he branched out and followed his own path. Of course, Dick technically did the same, but considering everything Jason went through, he had to be one determined fucker to return to the very life that killed him. And, even though you don't necessarily agree with his 'strategies', you were always standing in his corner.

Though, Jason didn’t take well to you at first. In fact, because Damian left such a bad taste in his mouth after they met; when you two were introduced, he literally ran upstairs and screamed at Bruce about how he was the biggest hypocrite in the world for all those lectures he gave him and Dick about using protection. Richard silently agreed, also remembering his first meeting with Damian.

Determined to not live with a Damian 2.0, and also thinking he was saving you from a life full of trauma because, in his mind, no one deserved to be raised by someone like Bruce Wayne, Jason attempted to take you down to child protective services.

Your father was very unhappy when he got a call from CPS later that day and he could clearly hear you sobbing on the other side of the phone just as Jason walked through the front door. He was not the least bit ashamed, at least until you came home and he saw how upset you were.

He apologized and decided to give you a chance, thinking since the whole ordeal actually had you crying, you had to somewhat have a soul, unlike Damian. After some time, you got really close with each other.

Jason taught you how to fight and defend yourself. He’d read you stories at night from some of your favorite books as well as your own, and he’d always get Damian to back off if he decided to pull another one of his scare antics on you.

Your second eldest brother was your get-out-of-jail card too, whenever Bruce punished you for something. Though, sometimes, it may have just been better to take the punishment than let Jason pull you into whatever shenanigans he was planning. Considering the fact you and he managed to put an entire city without power for two nights somehow.

"How did you two manage to short-circuit the entire electrical grid in New York?" Bruce asked with you two standing side by side, looking like you just finished sleeping on top of a giant summer barbeque grill.

You both looked at each other before turning back to your stern-looking father, Damian mirroring his expression with his arms crossed and tapping his feet.

"Would you believe us if we said it started over a debate of how to eat fries with ketchup?"

Bruce slapped his forehead to his palm while Damian called you idiots. Tim got that curious look on his face, and Dick couldn't stop laughing for 15 minutes.

Now, your eldest brother, he was definitely someone you could count on no matter what. Being the oldest and having the most Bruce experience out of everyone, he always helped you deal with your Brucie problems or ‘daddy issues’ as you'd like to say.

Truth be told, every kid in this family had daddy issues.

As mentioned before, Dick was your movie-watching buddy, he helped you with your homework and always assisted with any life issues you had going on. No matter how many times you may have threatened the Nightwing persona with such, you always went to him for advice, and there was never really a moment you could think of where you regretted it.

He also helped you learn how to be more agile and light on your feet with your fighting. While your second eldest brother taught you how to use brute force and strength in situations, he gave you the acrobatic style of lessons. Where Bruce and Jason were direct and serious, Dick taught and showed you how to be more of the opposite.

And, whenever Jason wasn't around to get Damian off your back, you'd go to him since he was basically his second dad.

You and Dick together were like two chatty Cathys on drugs. One moment, you could be talking about the movie you were watching, then you’d get into a debate over onion rings vs french fries, somehow landing in politics, somehow ending up in a political debate only to end with the "Are we even real" conversation. And for whatever reason, you swore you could hear Tim itching in his seat whenever that conversation came up.

That boy goes down a lot of YouTube rabbit holes at 2 AM when he’s bored on patrol or not doing anything.

Now, one brother on their own was one thing. Two? Someone was calling the police. Three and you may have to check if your life insurance policy is still good. All four? Pray.

Since you now were officially the youngest, a title Damian was actually happy to pass on despite his warnings to Bruce, that meant you got the most of the teasing, even if it mostly came from your blood-related sibling. But his version of teasing tended to leave you with trips to your therapist so you could do without them.

However, one rule all your siblings and family stuck by, no one, and I mean NO ONE, not even in the Justice League or Titans/Young Justice teams, could mess or pick with you except them.

Everyone in the family was very protective over you. You were surprised to see even Alfred was on that list, though you learned quickly the butler was not one to be fucked with.

You distinctly remember that one time the Batcave got invaded and Batman made you hide in one of the saferooms, you saw on one of the video monitor screens Alfred whacking the shit outta them with just a rifle.

For that reason, among others, you took a mental note to be careful with how you complimented his cooking in the future.

But seriously, if anyone messed with you, and your family found out, Hell itself would be scared of what would break loose from your home.

A bully from school started picking on you and calling you names and you didn't tell your brothers about it, wanting to handle it on your own. Besides, you could defend yourself. They taught you well.

Until the fateful day you came out as gay, bi, pan, etc., and he called you names that your father wouldn't even repeat, and that man had the title of a playboy.

Well, word spread around the school and got back to Damian, who went back and told your other brothers.

By the next day, Dick had shredded every thread of that boy's confidence. Tim hacked the school files, got his address, and framed him for changing grades in the school. Jason used said address Tim got to pay a trip to the kid's place and shot bullet holes in all his clothes when no one was home. And well, let's just say Damian almost went to jail.

Of course, Bruce was pissed when he found out and had to intervene, but when Damian admitted the reason he nearly got arrested, your father upped his allowance.

Only God could imagine the terror that would unfold the day you started dating.

Oh, and they all call you babybird which you despise.

Don't even get me started on your sisters.

BONUS:

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

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Synthwave Trolls

[An original tribe made by yours truly!!]

Uhh okay I USED to have a whole document of the Synthwave Trolls and what they were like, etc etc, butttt I may or may not have lost it so I’m just gonna wing it!!

Synthwave Trolls are a smaller tribe of trolls that live in the depths of the sea. They’re nomads, never sticking to one place for longer than a few months. They’re fully aquatic and cannot spend much time outside of water cause it’ll dry out their luscious gills! Out of all the genres, Synthwave trolls are probably some of the more distantly related than the others. They come in a large array of colors, stemming from bright to dull. Their colors also vary depending on the tone of their music.

Synthwave Troll royalty usually look different from their subjects. Royals will be bigger with more markings on their body. Every royal has blue and white eyes, though average Synthwave trolls can as well. They also often more than not wear a crown. The crown was sculpted by their ancestors and has been passed down through the generations.

Onto life style and biology or whatever, it’s been previously mentioned that Synthwave Trolls live exclusively in water. They can breathe in any water, though chlorinated water can make them sick (thankfully there isn’t chlorine in trollstopia). They live in caves and deep reefs, usually dark places as they’re bioluminescence and don’t exactly need extra light. Due to living in such a dark environment they have developed great night vision. And while they can see amazingly in the dark, their eyes struggle to adjust to the light overwater. It doesn’t hurt them, other than blurry vision and some stinging upon first surfacing.

Synthwave Trolls share a lot of physical and biological similarities with axolotls, actually! The troll’s gills are feathery and despite having lungs, will mainly breath through them. It also goes for how when feeling sick their gills will thin/deflate. They can regenerate limbs to a degree. Unlike axolotls, they can’t regenerate their organs.

Their current ruler is Queen Saomi, her son Prince Nomi ruling by her side. Theyre introduced into the canon when Prince Nomi is sent to find a new home for his people, as Saomi is getting too old to keep traveling. Plus, with the never ending threat of Shark Beast attacks, they need a safe place to settle. Nomi leaves and stumbles upon Trollstopia, where he meets Poppy’s Grinchilla, Perky. Of course Perky isn’t far from Poppy, so soon enough she, Holly and Val stumble upon him. Yada yada stuff I haven’t decided yet!

That’s all I really have for them other than a few silly fun facts lol

• Synthwave Tribe trolls’s days usually depend on the music they listen to. Listening to a song with a soft base boost and gentle beat keeps them the chill, happy creatures they are. But more loud or boosted music will make them more loud themselves, and could even change their mood. It’s easier for older Synthwave Trolls to control than younger ones, but it still has an impact.

• They gift each other things a lot. Shells, rocks, clams, you name it! Same goes for stealing, if they see something they like they won’t hesitate to snatch it. It’s a norm for Synthwave Trolls to just take things they like, even if the other wants it back.

• They like making portraits! Usually out of sunken driftwood, pretty shells, seaweed, etc.

Some of their oldest versions ^^

More recent but still kinda old stuff ^^

(Kinda brightness warning for the one in the middle ig)

I’m thinking of simplifying them into the Trollstopia style soon :3

#trolls #fanart #art #trolls 2 #trolls 3 #trolls fanart #trolls art #my art #digital art #oc art #trolls oc #holly darlin #val thundershock #trolls poppy #synthwave #Synthwave trolls

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 3

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Kara was seated across from Lena in her office. They were both just staring at each other with Samantha looking at them nervously from the other side of the room. It felt like they were in a never ending don’t blink challenge except that it had only been just a few minutes. Lena’s startled stare from early had turned icy. Kara had to admit to herself that Lena was impressive. The girl exuded confidence and intimidation with her stare, but it wasn’t enough to scare Kara off. She just kept giving her brightest smile while she waited. After another 2 minutes, Lena blinked, sighed, and shook her head. Kara had to stifle the chuckle that threaten to come out of her mouth.

I may be able to wear her down just yet.

“Why are you here, Supergirl?”

“As I was telling your co-worker over there, I am here to volunteer for the hospital. I saw that you needed people to interact with the….”

Lena shook her head and said, “No, No. No. Don’t give me that professional bullshit! Why are you really here?”

The raven haired beauty leaned forwarded in her chair with her eyes issuing a challenge.

Ah, she can be insightful. But would she be receptive to my true motives though?

“Honestly, I would like to use this opportunity to set myself apart from the one you called if I remembered correctly, a pompous jackass.”

“I knew I should have paid extra to have this whole office sound proof,” Lena muttered.

Kara chuckled to herself. Lena was proving herself to be more and more interesting. She just wished she could be completely honest with her. It wasn’t quite a lie that she told her. She hated constantly being compared to the golden child that is her cousin. At least that is what the public believes. They already established a narrative in the papers that she was not only his cousin but that she was younger than him and had took her in like she was some poor defenseless child.

If only they knew that I am not only technically older, but had to change that bumbling idiots diapers.

“Some would see this as some type of ploy given our families history,” mused Lena.

Hmmm, not taking the original statement. Going to have to push just a bit harder.

“I do see your point, but I think this can be an opportunity to help each other.”

Lena narrowed her eyes and scoffed.

“And how exactly is that?”

Kara smiled brightly and said, “I did a quick research on this hospital last night. You poured a good portion of your money into this place to create state of the art equipment to provide the best quality of care for the children here. However, you have no investors to keep the cash flow coming. Several papers have done hit pieces which suggest you are working with Lex at the hospital in order to experiment on kids.”

“Which are all lies!”

Kara smirked and said, “I know that, but the public needs help with figuring that out.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I propose a partnership between the both of us. You can use photos and videos of me interacting with the kids at the hospital, and I can make an appearance at the hospital’s benefits and events to create a positive spin to rehab this place’s image.”

“And what would you want in return?”

“I just need to work off my $10,000. Plus, it would be an added bonus if this helps people to stop mistaking me for my cousin.”

Lena sighed and placed her head in her hands.

“I don’t know about all of this.”

Sam came over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lena, this really could be we have been waiting for.”

“There has to be another way,” Lena muttered.

Kara leaned back into her chair with a coy smile.

“I guess the question you need to ask yourself is if you want your pride to come before the hospital since you don’t have enough money to keep it open another two months.”

Lena smashed her fist on her desk and looked enraged.

“Hey! That is not fair. I can stretch my funds a little longer until we find somebody…”

Kara brightly smiled while leaning forward.

“Do tell. Who exactly will be helping? The public hates you. Other superheroes seem to have the same perception as well since I am the only superhero that has applied to your posting other than the trolls since it went live over a year ago.”

The hate for Lena wasn’t exaggerated. The vitriol that Kara read in the paper about Lena made her skin crawl. The other superheroes weren’t much better. Some wanted to torture Lena to find out what she knew about Lex, but Clark stopped them. That startled Kara considering his hatred towards her brother. He said that going after her would go against everything they stood for. Kara often wondered if that was really true or if he was just giving the politically correct response. Kara stared back at Lena. She looked like she was in emotional turmoil twisting her hands like they were on fire.

Sam shook her head and sighed.

“Lena, we are at the point where it is this or your mother and you know how your mother is.”

Lena placed her head in her arms on the desk and groaned for a moment.

She looked back up with a grimace on her face.

“Alright, we have a deal.”

Kara smiled brightly and put out her hand. Lena looked at it with a frown at first but gradually took her hand and shook it.

“Trust me! This will be a start of a beautiful relationship.”

“If only I could believe that fully.”

“Aww. Don’t sulk. I think we can make SuperCorp into a thing.”

Lena raised an eyebrow while staring at Kara.

“SuperCorp?”

“Yeah. A Super and a Corporate woman putting their families petty differences aside to make the world a better place. You can use it in marketing to promote the activities and benefits you want me to come too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

Sam chuckled and said, “It sounds perfect. I can already think of the things we can do with that theme.”

She quickly began jotting several ideas down in her phone.

Lena stared incredulously at her friend and loudly whispered, “Don’t encourage her!”

She turned back to Kara with reigned in passivity.

“How do I contact you about upcoming events?”

Kara pulled from her pocket a small hand held device and handed it to Lena. She looked back up at Kara with confusion.

“You really just want me to press just the red button and you come running straight here?”

Kara chuckled and said, “While the red button is for emergencies, there are several other smaller buttons that you can used on the device.”

Lena frowned and looked at it more closely. She didn’t notice before, but there were several buttons, a phone and a pen. She pressed the phone icon which produced a holographic keypad where you can dial out and make a call. She noticed it had a contact list which currently only listed Supergirl, but didn’t display the number. She pressed the pen icon which brought up a holographic keyboard where she could type out messages.

She looked up at Kara impressed but quickly changed her expression to passiveness.

“This will do just nicely.”

She is so cute trying to hide how much she likes the tech.

Kara was jolted out of thought by a noise coming through her comms.

“Supergirl, this is Batman. We need you in Central City. Gorilla Grodd and Solomon Grundy are raiding S.T.A.R. Labs.”

Kara sighed because she had been enjoying the tense conversation with the intriguing Ms. Luthor.

“I am sorry to have to cut this meeting short. Duty calls.”

With that, Kara quickly flew from the room.

It may take some time, but I think I can win Ms. Luthor over.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 3 months

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part seven - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: blood ; PTSD

It was a prison riot that started in the upper levels and trickled down into the infirmary. That makes sense, because the closer they got to freedom the more chaotic everything became.

The police officers that talk to her in the ER ask a million questions and she mostly lies to keep John’s name out of her mouth. It’s easy to say that she can’t remember most of it, because her brain is an expert at blocking out trauma. She thanks her less than ideal upbringing for that. The story is that she was close to the exit, got jumped by some inmates, and managed to get away and out of the doors with guard keys. No, she didn’t see anyone else escape or remember faces or name badges.

They pressed her until her nurse, an older woman named Karen, came in and put a stop to it.

Badass Nurse Karen, who told the police officers: “She already told you everything, and she needs to rest now.”

They left begrudgingly after that.

“You alright honey?” Karen asks.

She nods, wipes tears from her eyes.

Karen pats her shoulder and hands her a foam cup sloshing with ice and water.

The doctor says her X-rays look good, but she may have a few aches and pains over the next few days as her bruising heals up. He prescribes her Toradol to help, but she doesn’t bother picking it up from the pharmacy.

There are more important things on her mind, like who the hell is John Wick and why did he allow her to live?

She Googles his name on her phone while she sits in the hospital bed and comes up blank except for a few pictures and articles on well known businessmen that look nothing like him.

Her second problem should probably be her first, but John sticks to her mind like a glue trap and she can’t stop thinking about him no matter how much she tries. She’s not very strong-willed, especially when it comes to human connection.

The second problem is if she still has a job or not. Will they shut the prison down or keep it open? Does she want to go back after today? Are there any other jobs that pay as well within walking distance? If not, how much time will she need to save up for a down payment on a car?

Her phone rings. She answers blindly.

Michael is on the other end, sounding panicky. “Are you okay? I just got home and the news says there was a riot at your job? Please tell me you’re not dead.”

“I’m okay, Michael. I got out and I’m at the emergency room right now.”

“Oh my god,” Michael groans, “what happened to you?”

She feeds him the same bullshit story she gave to the cops, but, unlike them, Michael accepts and trusts her word. That makes her feel guilty. “I’m alright,” she assures, “just bruised.”

“When are you coming home?” He asks. “I’m gonna make you some tea and whiskey.”

Her trust in Michael increases, only because he doesn’t ask about her job or her income and is more focused on her being alive.

“Thank you, Michael, but you really don’t have to, I’m-“

“Hush!” He commands. “Text me when you’re headed back, and I’ll put the kettle on.”

She rubs her temples. “Thank you Michael, you’re literally an angel sent from Heaven.”

“Uh, babe, duh, where else do angels come from?” He teases.

Fallen angels. From hell. Here to make her terrified of and pining for them. One in particular comes to mind-

“I’m serious,” Michael interjects on her monologue. “Text me when you’re coming home. Take a taxi and if you don’t have the money I’ll pay for it.”

She agrees and hangs up just as the nurse walks in with her discharge paperwork.

She spends the last twenty in her bank account to pay and tip the taxi driver.

Michael grabs her to examine the purple discoloration before she can walk through the door. “Jesus,” he says, “they beat the fuck out of you.”

“You should see the other guys,” she jokes.

He looks at her with a skeptical eyebrow raised before ushering her in.

Before anything she has to take a shower and throw her scrubs in the laundry basket. The steaming water does nothing to wash away her worries.

She walks out in pajamas, wet hair pulled back off her face, to sit at the table. Two steaming mugs of bitter smelling tea await her.

She takes a scolding sip. “This is delicious.” And she means that. The warm liquid melts her insides into a fuzzy pleasant feeling, and she can’t even taste her least favorite alcohol in the sugary mixture. While the shower didn’t help her anxiety, this concoction just might.

Michael blows on his. “Thank you, but I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Who is John?”

She tries to act normal but her whole body breaks out into a freezing sweat. She takes another drink of her tea to hide her face. “What?” She says, swallowing hot liquid and nervous pitch.

He smiles. “You’ve been saying his name in your sleep. I assume he’s a crush, because usually at the boyfriend stage you’ve already got a taste so you don’t have to fantasize as much. At least that’s how it is for me.”

The horrified look on her face makes him scramble to reassure her that he doesn’t think she’s a creep, although in saying so it just makes her feel like he absolutely does.

He groans. “I’m sorry, I just thought I could take your mind off of today. Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Michael. Please tell me you don’t hate me.”

He scoffs. “For what? Dreaming about a guy? Babe, I’ve been there more times than I can count. Now, tell me about mystery man.. If you’re comfortable.”

She rubs the side of her neck, embarrassed and staring at the golden top of the table instead of at Michael.

She’s not sure if telling him about John’s blood-covered, deadly hands is a great idea. Or about how simultaneously scared and yearning he makes her. She opens her mouth, then closes it again.

“He’s tall.” Is what she decides on.

Michael deadpans. “Tall?”

“Black hair,” she adds.

“Dark,” he corrects. “Handsome…?”

She nods. “I mean, yeah.”

“What’s he like?”

She tries to think of a good, all encompassing word to describe him. “Intense,” she decides.

“Ugh,” Michael whines, “you have to give me more than this. You’re killing me.”

“He is Russian.” She regrets saying that, not knowing if it’s too much info.

“So you met him online?”

“Yes.” Thank God he gives her that out.

“Ohhh,” Michael grins. “I’ll wanna see a picture.”

“He’s very private,” she lies.

Michael sighs. “Fine. But just promise me you won’t meet up with him alone. He could be a serial killer.”

She almost laughs at that, the irony filling her with crazed hilarity as she remembers John dropping other lifeless inmates to the ground with ease.

“Is he outgoing? Funny? Cocky?” Michael asks.

“Kind of broodish,” she shrugs. “But nice.”

“Broodish?” Michael asks. “You mean emo? Does he sulk around and dress in black?”

“No,” she giggles. “He’s just reserved.”

“Hm.” Michael thinks for a minute, pinky pressing into his pouty pink lower lip. “Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”

She can tell that there’s a lot he’s not asking right now. For her benefit. Leaving him in the dark makes her feel bad, though, because he’s such an open book. She decides to divulge a bit more info that she thinks he will want to hear.

“He has nice hands,” she says, gulping down tea. “They’re big. Long fingers. Veins that you could hit with a needle with your eyes closed.”

Michael leans in, eyes lighting. “Nice forearms?”

“Seem to be,” she confirms. “Lean, muscle-y but not too much. His upper arms are a bit more solid. You can tell he goes to the gym.”

Michael giggles like a school girl, cheeks pinking. “My god,” he says, “could he bench press us?”

“He could bench press you,” she clarifies, grinning and embarrassed.

Michael squeals. He finally chugs his tea and smacks wet lips together. “What a man. So what’s the hold up? Marry him.”

She laughs while a good distraction from John-talk comes to her mind. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m not.. great for him.”

“What? Why?” Michael frowns.

She gestures to herself.

Michael glares at her. “Nah, because we’re not going to do that. You are beautiful. Why do you think it’s not a good match? Cuz you’re a big girl?”

She cringes. “Well, I mean, not-“

He interrupts her by grabbing her hand and squeezing. Michael stares into her eyes like they’ve known each other for decades. It feels like they have. “Listen to me. I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t mean it. Any man would be so lucky to have you. And not just because you are beautiful. You’re also kind. Humble.”

Tears prick at her eyes as she wonders how she got so lucky all at once by meeting John then Michael. After years of shitty relationships, she really thought being alone was better, but here she is being proven wrong because she naturally craves this connection of camaraderie happening between her and Michael.

“You’re pretty great, too Michael. You’re easy to get along with, and generous to a fault.”

Michael chuckles. “Then we make a pretty great team.”

They drink another cup of tea, watch late night Roseanne re-runs, and then go to bed. Michael has to be at class in the morning and then he wants her to come with him to the club. She would refuse, but it would be a dick move considering all he’s done for her. Plus, she gets paid tomorrow, and getting drunk sounds like a good way to forget her problems.

When she wakes up, she spends a few hours trying to call HR and searching for new jobs online. She applies for a few: Clinical Specialist for a local pharmacy, home health nurse for an elderly couple that live on her block, IV infusion nurse.

HR calls her in the middle of cooking breakfast and she answers with toast stuffed in her mouth. They tell her that she can come back to work but will have to deal with renovations and a new infirmary location with limited equipment. She agrees, of course, eager to have her job back so soon as next week.

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It didn’t take long to find the window into her apartment. To his dismay, it’s covered in thick white cloth. He can still see shadows moving inside, wonders if it’s her or the roommate, gets out of his car and leans on the driver door with his hands in his pockets, unabashedly staring up at the figure behind the curtain.

He contemplates the pros and cons of knocking on her door or just climbing up to the window through the fire escape and decides that it will be best to let her be for now.

This is stalker behavior, he knows that, but he doesn’t care. Some might mistake him for thick-headed, but John knows when he’s out of line and he just does it anyway because he can. Plus, it’s not like he’s fucking up her life. Yet.

The first night he got out, he struggled. Not just with stealing his car back from Winston’s safe-keeping, but also with his emotions. The fact that he is standing outside her apartment means that he has lost some semblance of control, which bothers him. To take that control back, he has to reason and bargain with himself.

On one hand, he has spent decades in subservience, always putting his own needs last and bowing to those with power. He starved while watching others grow plump with satisfaction. On the other hand, he is now the one with the power - a different kind, but it’s all the same in black and white - and now he wants something. Someone . And why would he deny himself if he has the means to get her?

So, he reasons that he is still in control, just now fueled by selfish rage which makes him more dangerous.

He’s felt a fraction of this before - this thing he feels for her now, but it’s too soon and too moronic to identify the connection as love. However, the bond is strong and natural and he wants it.

He watches a shadowy figure move past the curtain again, eyes following the curves of black and trying to discern if it matches what he remembers about her shape. The warm dew from his breath fogs the icy air a bit quicker when the shadow passes again. This won’t work. He needs to see her soon. Shadows are okay for a moment, but her physical presence is what he craves.

He will see her tomorrow.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #john wick #keanu reeves

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multicharablack · 19 days

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Pretty Golden

( FITE!Mikey x reader )

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Inspired from this @sha-biest post,I saw it and almost bunked my head while trying to get my phone to write this,this actually have some similar things with my ‘Famous in the end-time’ AU for the boys,but Ehh,it was an old AU and it featured the boys being singers/influencers/actors (I remember discarding it because I already have so many AUs,should I continue it though?).One of the reasons why it’s also not in the ‘All my creations’ list,it was so old I think it was one of my first ever AU for the Rottmnt fandom.

I am so unwell for Mikey especially for some people who draw him so gosh dang handsome *fans myself*.I’m a Donnie and Leo Stan but Mikey…he makes me feel things that shouldn’t have existed,so anyways,have my actual AU of Mikey being an actor/model/influencer etc x Reader,enjoy little birdies~

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Note:

I’m no model nor actor expert so,this may have inappropriate information about it and I’m just making things up,feedbacks are welcome unless negative or hurtful

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Clicking sounds was the only thing that was heard inside the studio,photographers taking as much pictures as they can get as the model posed in each second passing,making sure their hips swayed and hair flared for extra dramatics,a little too much but it seems to make the people happy.

Mikey was an ‘Ehh’ kinda happy

He can’t judge nor be a judgmental person,he isn’t that harsh and isn’t really him.He was friendly with his coworkers mostly and always talk with sweetness and friendliness that makes him a favored personal on the fashion industry each day he entered for work,but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t find some ill or annoying in some instinct.

His snout scrounged in pity judgement as the model in front still kept doing flashy moves like in a Barbie movie,he knows the full instinct of doing something dramatic to get more likes as a model but damn…it’s more childish and prideful then actual determination as he sees it,years of past familiarity making him a bit more knowledgeable in this whole ‘fame and game’ thing,still,it makes him shake his head as he just waits for his turn with a drink in his hand,bored out of his mind.

Self-build apparel had become the world’s top 1 fashion industry the universe has ever seen -plus with matching hand flares when Donnie said it in his meeting,so dramatic and flamboyant as always- ,a tacky un-creative name but he can’t judge but smile since it’s his older brother that made this company,as weird as it is,it still had a huge investment just five months after its first opening.Very ironic since Donnie also had a company dedicated for technology and ‘vision of the future’ that only grow viral after,counting with his fingers,a year and half.But Donnie’s smart business skills weren’t the only one that gained the two companies popularity in the whole world,maybe with a little bit of Leo’s and April’s help,it might also been Mikey’s little doing.

As many had mentions him before,Michelangelo was the crown jewel in the company as many say it multiple times now,he was good looking,he won’t doubt he is.Shiny black long locks of hair that flows down the ground like silk,yellow and orange threads decorating it like he dyed it permanently only to know that it was just the effects of overuse mystic and ninpo magic,smooth green skin even with his age -(he isn’t old,he just turned 25)- ,round face but with a mature chin to even his maturity,golden and blue rusted eyes that twinkle and shine,beautiful yellow spots in his face and body like golden tear droplets,and a perfectly mixed ‘masculine plus feminine’ body -(similarly like Leo but at least he wasn’t always called a ‘woman’ so many annoyingly times,good for him)- .Out of every model in the company,he was the most favored -not because he was the brother of the founder,which would have been bias- and most liked out of the public,fame rose quick and steady with just his first few real debuts.

And not only is he seen in magazines and advertisements,also in movies and TV shows as a minor character,turns out you could also be an actor with just showing a few talents of acting while still juggling your model career.Many people already demanded that he plays a more leading role or a major character in a film but he turns them down,being a background character is good enough so his life won’t be too hectic.

His career went smoothly nice in the first couple of months.Fancy parties,talk shows,big meetings,tentative offers.Designer clothing soon filled Mikey’s closet till he needed to buy two more,suede shoes and even some heels,and some other trinkets he gets from his shopping or fan mails or generally some things that were gifts from his family.The rest of his brothers did their own thing.Leo became of a known actor and singer,thanks to his incredible acting skills and vocal range that he can do and take,his ego was being feed in the daily bases but at least he didn’t abuse it that much then Mikey thought.Donnie was an in and out actor,influencer and model,since he is already busy keeping his two companies check and steady running so he doesn’t really have much time to indulge on the fame part,but he still is a pretty well-known dancer after debuting on a dance competition,people went wild after that.And Raph is starting to be a well known action movie star,boxer and a gym fitness guide for all three of them since he still sees that they need to stay healthy as possible

And Mikey?

Busy being a pampered model and privileged actor that his time of doing his favorite hobbies,like painting and drawing and even cooking,was barely any hobby anymore.His brothers did too,but at least they had a little bit of more time.He could only do it in his free time,which would only be once to twice a week or less.He doesn’t even need to be taken care of,a sole reason why he didn’t ask for a assistant,even if Donnie insisted it to make his schedule more clearer and free,his starting to regret it.

(Ahh,so this what fame feels like?,wonder what would have been if he was a famous chef instead?)

“Ughh So boring,why is it taking so long?”He groans,taking a long sip in his pineapple juice to cool down his steam,heart-shaped ice clinking together as he dawned half the drink,it worked its charm but the coldness slipping down his throat was a little too much,maybe he shouldn’t drink something this freezing too much.

The cat yokai behind him just hums,”Im sorry sir,The boss needs as much pictures as he can get so he could post the magazine next Monday”

They say with the usual polite tone,taking the now empty drink in Mikey’s hands before offering another one.He glanced at it before smiling,taking it one hand as the other was still supporting his chin placed on top,the armrest creaking a bit from his weight.

“Well,at least make it quick so I won’t have to wait the whole afternoon ruining my makeup”He kindly demanded,still haven’t abused his power of being the brother (again) of the founder of the actual company even if it was tempting,they only nod.

Uggh,another long day

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“Help?”

Mikey spoke curiously,standing up straight were he once was leaning casually in the leather sofa.He was now in Donnie’s office after finally being done with his photo-shots,resting in the placed sofa that was put there from his request,and from Donnie also so he could have some time with him if he can.

He was tired till his bones but he still managed to have some energy to be curious,even though he only wanted to sleep and pass out.

The said purple turtle just nod and looked away from his computer one second before returning to clicking in a fast pace,taking a few silents before he answered back.

“I’ve noticed how your getting tired lately and your schedule being unorganized,I’m starting to wonder maybe you should have an assistant with you to help you on your activities”

Those were words of worry and concern,even if it was monotone and serious in the mouth of the source.And that was quite sweet.

“I appreciate your concern Dee,but I don’t need it,I can handle this myself”Mikey just waves off his offer with a shake of his head,being truthful with his words but only made Donnie frown,looking at him fully as well as stopping on whatever he was doing.

“Don’t be ridiculous,You need it and besides,an assistant is what you need to keep your schedule free and clean”

His words were tempting,making the orange turtle imagine the possibilities of having more free time then before,maybe he could finally have time to cook and paint again,that idea made Mikey’s eyes bright.

“You really mean it?”He spoke with a squeal,tiredness leaving and instead came childish excitement and that made Donnie chuckle lightly,already sensing his eagerness to have so much time if he does agree.

“Yes,I really mean it”

Another happy squeal,but Mikey cough once to keep calm and acted mature again,his childish excitement in his eyes still remains though.

“Well,Sure,I guess”He spoke nonchalantly

“Good,You’ll meet them tomorrow”

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To be continued~

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So Umm…The story is quite weird as I reread it and still deciding if I should make a part two of it,which would obviously happen since I left you guys a cliffhanger,whoopsie daisie

Anyways,I hope you enjoy

Will this go a little bit mature and spicy?Yes,very much

I will also post other oneshots dedicated to the same AU here if I resurface it again from its grave,maybe if I have some more ideas I could salvage in my brain

#rottmnt #chara is typing #chara’s idea/drabble drabble time #rottmnt mikey #charahctime #one of my au’s #????#??? i guess #canon x reader #x reader #Oneshot #Chara’s many oneshots #rise of the tmnt #Hello #>:3

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m-u-g-i · 2 years

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Only You

Modern Day Sukuna X Plus-Size Female Reader

Mini Gift For: @plussizeficchick

(That's why I asked for your favorite characters. I wanted make a little something for you 🥰)

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3

Genre: Angst (?) to Fluff

Summary: As college attendees, both of Sukuna and you met each other by chance. However, the man holds a reputation from his tendency of having an inconsiderate and aggressive attitude towards others, though they were mainly rumors and misunderstandings. Being misunderstood tends to leave people emotionally unavailable yet after one fluffy encounter, his perspective of life changed drastically and he debates whether he's deserving of such happiness.

NOTE: The following consists of sexual assault, mentions of abuse, slght violence, vulgar language, and possible mental health problems. Please keep in mind this is all for entertainment purposes and the circumstances of the following are purely fiction. The author refuses liability of any offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive towards any of the said topics.

Author's P.O.V.

"Oh my gosh, it's him. Go the other way"

"Why the hell are you breaking with me, you d**che?!"

"Jokes on you, I was only using you for money."

Constant comments that haunt the poor man's ears on the daily.

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Ryomen Sukuna, the campus' well-known playboy who's incompatible of emotion or loyalty. With an RBF as his usual expression, the icy persona he radiates didn't really come off as a surprise. He's dated a plethora of women and yet they all fell through, though the relationships' foundations were incredibly shallow and one-sided (money, clout, sex, etc.). Thine poor soul had built an unhealthy immunity to hatred, negative impressions, and being used. Rumors circulated throughout campus, mainly consisting of toxicity, abuse, rape, so on and so forth, although he was never at fault for the false accusations and mistreatment bestowed upon him. Yet, this man was too immune to it to care. Being misunderstand proves that there is so much than what meets the eye.

By fate, he bumped into little ole you.

He met you as you hurriedly rushed out of the library, causing an accidental collision with your notebooks and his canned drink. Though apologies were sung and accepted left and right, compensation was made by a simple out-going at the college café. Awkwardness emerged through every cell on his body as he was afraid of the possible reactions and behavior you would have towards him. However, you were just a simple and dare he add, warm soul who was out with a new acquaintance.

Who knew such a simple act of kindness would stick with Sukuna's supposedly cold heart.

The time following the simple out-going resulted into frequent meetings and occasionally, study sessions. Despite his age being a year older, your assistance in such resulted in great improvement in his academics--more like mental health to be honest. Honestly, it left him baffled at the admirable intelligence installed in your brain--or he must be incredibly stupid. Everyone began to pity you, concerned of the potential heartache or abuse you may go through as your bond with the supposedly "playboy" began to tighten. Yet, it remained invalid and irrelevant in your mind and heart.

Months flew quickly as emotions began to evolve in the heart of the two of you, however, one heart remains doubtful and hesitant, creating fear inside of him for the first time in a while. He was already content with your friendship with him yet he can't help but yearn for more. How could he not when such a thick, curvaceous queen with such a beautiful soul would take time out of her day to spend it with to help him study or maybe for occasional hang-outs? Everything was almost surreal, but the continuation of such remains unknown.

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Once the second course of the day ended, Sukuna strolled through the campus with his clique on their way to get some lunch from a few restaurants and food stands. With trays upon trays, bags on bags, the group searched for a suitable and comfortable location to find. Finally finding an area to sit after about few minutes of searching, the group of men sat on a picnic table located outside of the same café you treated Sukuna to to compensate for the incident that occurred during your first encounter. It wasn't long until the food began to disappear one by one and useless conversations were created.

"Yeah, bro. She's fine as hell, but she's dating Kotaro from the rugby team. Ugh, that bastard," a male with pure white hair complained.

"Maybe I can still get her to my room tonight. I never fail to do so."

"You're a whore, you know that?" Said another male with luscious, black hair, longer than most people's will to live.

"Do you know how many relationships you've ruined because you couldn't keep it in your pants?"

"Hey, I only offer myself. Those chicks are the ones that end up taking the opportunity. That's on them," the white-hair defended.

"Telling them that you can do them better than their man is not offering. It's called "no self-control", Satoru," the long-haired stated.

"C'mon, Suguru. I have plenty of self-control."

"Then, I bet $100 you won't be able to go 1 month without sex," Suguru implied.

The absurd conversation continued on as Sukuna leaned his head in his hand, visibly bored from his current situation. Scanning the atmosphere around while dining an onigiri, his eyes fell upon the scene through the window of the nearby café. With no ill intention, his eyes began to doze off until they coincidentally fell on your plump figure that happened to be inside.

Analyzing thoroughly, he couldn't resist the urge to admire your appearance. Straightened hair pushed lazily yet attractively to one side with an oversized hoodie in a pastel color and gray sweatpants with socks and slides. Round glasses sat adorably on your squishy face as your attention remained on your notebooks and laptop. On the side of the device had a small drink as well, creating a very aesthetic atmosphere.

Similarly, your eyes finally leave the objects in front of you, peering around to take a breath and recollect yourself from your distressing thoughts, only to coincidentally catch Sukuna's gaze. Slightly surprised, you sweetly smile, waving gracefully yet shyly at him, causing the male to sit upright, slightly tense, as a light blush approached his cheeks while he waves similarly in response. You giggle at his state, but decide to resume back to your studies with your mood slightly lightened.

He, on the other hand, remained attentive on you. Almost in a trance, he couldn't find the strength to look away. His head rested on his hand once more, feeling at peace despite the constant beating of his chest. That was until...

"Oh, what do we have here?" Satoru seductively says, causing the pink hair to snap out of his trance.

"W-What?"

"I think our little Ryomen-chan has found his next target."

Sukuna snarled at the comment, despising the insulting diction spewing from Satoru's disgusting hole called his mouth. He rolled his eyes as the other male began to speak.

"Now, now, Satoru. From the looks of it, it seems that Ryomen has finally found out what love is," Suguru defended.

Though the term was very foreign, Sukuna found comfort and relief from it. His heart rate increased rapidly with no chance of calming down. Satoru immediately scoffed in disbelief.

"Love, schmove. We all know one he gets his hands on her, she'll be kicked to the curb within the next minute," the white hair mentioned.

"I don't know about that. By the way he was looking at her, I would say our friend here is quite intrigued. He basically had heart eyes," Suguru teased.

Before further bickering could occur, Sukuna was startled by a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turns to find you standing there, backpack on, your phone and notebook in hand and with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. The way your cheeks plump up, creating crescents with your eyes, how your dimples dented deeply into your cheeks displaying the genuine emotion when greeting him, he felt his knees go weak.

"Hi, Sukuna-senpai," you greet. "Hello, Gojo and Geto-senpai."

You greet them all with a bow with them responding back, though Satoru seemed quite agitated from the previous conversation.

"I came to drop this off to you."

Gently, you placed his phone on the table in front of him. Shock overcame as he recalled missing his phone, but believed he forgot it at home.

"H-How--?"

"Yesterday, after our study session, you forgot it at the library and I don't know where you live, so I held on to it for the time being. Plus, I couldn't find you earlier during down time, so I thought it'd be best to try during lunch."

"Wow. T-Thanks. I appreciate it," he says with a blush.

Before you could even return his gratitude out of courtesy, you were rudely interrupted.

"Oh, please. Forgetting at the library? Couldn't find him? Bullsh*t. Did you go through his phone or something? C'mon, be honest," a feminine voice interfered.

Suguru, along with yourself, turn your heads to see a woman while Sukuna and Satoru, on the other hand, growled in clear annoyance, able to recognize that sultry yet irritating voice.

There stood Kanjuro Mizuki, Sukuna's most persistent and most toxic ex.

She's in the same grade level as you, therefore, she's younger than all three men present. However, due to her high stature and wealthy upbringing, she always got what she wanted. But, she never knew how to play nice or let things go and if the issue was addressed with her present, she'd make your life a living hell, even if it was her partner.

You could say Sukuna's reputation rotted unnecessarily because of her, shortly after they broke up since she cheated on him for the umpteenth time, yet she had the audacity to accuse him of being the toxic and abusive one. The chick even made a whole scene in the hallway, in class, and on her social media with tears, acting skills, and a bruising makeup kit.

People all over began to despise Sukuna more than you could believe. He could've denied it, especially since there was no legitimate evidence claiming he did or he didn't commit such crimes, but he knew there was no use since everyone was so strong in believing his ex, so he allowed the public to portray him as such, though the constant bruising on his body proved otherwise.

"What do you want, Mizuki?" Sukuna asked with irritation audible in his tone.

"Well, Ryo-cha--"

"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That."

She grumbled, but refused to allow her pride to be wounded.

"Fine. Anyways, are you sure this fat b*tch isn't trying to stalk you? I've seen desperation before, but this takes the cake," she remarks.

"Look, who's talking, b*tch," Satoru mumbled.

"Come again," she snapped at the white hair.

"I said what I said, hoe."

"You wanna go, Satoru?"

The said male stood up, about to throw some hands, but Sukuna placed his hand on the former's chest, shaking his head, telepathically messaging the white haired male to calm down before he falls into the woman's hands.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, Satoru sat back down in defeat, scoffing, before crossing his arms to sulk similarly to a child.

Mizuki giggles mischievously.

"Hmm, thought so. Anyway, I understand why you'd be into a twerp such as Ryo-chan, but new flash, hon. This?"

She motions her hands up and down, scanning your body with disgust plastered on her face.

"This ain't it, babe," she chuckles.

The woman struts herself in front of the seated male, lowering her back to meet his gaze. If your eyes didn't deceive you, you'd say Sukuna seemed shaky and nervous as he struggled to confidently confront the woman before him.

"Leave her out of this, Mizuki," Sukuna butted in.

The woman dies laughing.

"C'mon, even if she was your type, you'd probably use her like the rest of them did. Or maybe the other way, I don't know what's in that f*cked mind of yours. In fact, I don't even understand why either of you would be interested in each other," she states with an amused cackle.

Her hands inconsiderately begin an assault around his body, especially his groin. Her eyes spewed venom and twisted intentions as the male whimpered under her touch. He tensed in, what resembled, fear as she continued her harassment. She lightly giggles at his reactions until the action resulted into harsh grips on her wrists. Mizuki met eyes with Sukuna, startled at the sudden contact.

His gaze burned into her souls, seeping hatred and disgust for the woman sitting on him. It didn't take a genius to see "anger" was an understatement of the wrath Sukuna was close to unleash on this woman. Yet, it was easily wavered by a smirk that crept upon her face.

"F*ck off, Mizuki," Sukuna snarled, attempting to seem unbothered by her presence.

With her smirk remaining, she yanked both limbs out of his grip and caressing his face, but he flinched horribly. Her smirk transformed into a wicked grin, indicating that she was getting off to this.

Satoru and Suguru shifted forward as they immediately were about to handle the situation, but they glanced to you for a moment and they swore Satan himself possessed your body as your completely shifted.

Your fluffy, soft exterior began to harden as your wrath was soon to be unleashed on this woman that was assaulting your dear senior. Analyzing your glare at the woman, they glanced at each other, nodding, agreeing that it'd be best--and more entertaining--to have you handle this.

"Oh, no. Did I huwt Ryo-chan's feewings? Aw. How precious," she mocks.

She then yanks his hair from the back of his head, snapping his head up. With a yelp, Sukuna's breathing became ragged as he couldn't deny the fear swarming his body at that instant.

"You know I'm right. Need I remind you I was the only one who stayed with you all this time, Ryomen. I never left you unsatisfied in bed, I always made sure that you were well taken care of, I made sure you were happy and most of all, I was the only one who ever loved a pig like you. Everyone else? You threw them aside as if they were used toys or vice versa. Admit it."

She sits on his lap placing her fingertips underneath his chin, causing him to meet her smug gaze.

"You need me," she whispered.

Without anyone noticing, you sat your belongings on the side of the table and began to tie up your hair in a lazy bun. You gently place your glasses away as you rolled up your hoodie sleeves.

The pure evil in her eyes demanded dominance as it steered itself deeply into his soul, causing him to tremble. His breath began to quicken in panic, tears brimmed the edges of his eyes as fear was no longer resembled, but present in his expression. The woman laughed at the pathetic, submissive response from the male. He clenched his fists harshly, but before he could do something he would regret, you swiftly gripped her arm immediately pulling her away from him, having her face you.

"What the--?"

Slap.

The impact on her cheek made such a satisfying and clean sound, increasing the level of sadism that was yet to be released. She yelps pitifully as she was literally flown across the concrete. Frozen and stunned, she glares at you while your expression became dull and blank.

"Mizuki-san, you do understand what personal boundaries are, right?"

Your tone dripped in sweet sarcasm, almost in a whisper which contrasted from the intense aura radiating from your body. Even the three males were astounded by this new persona.

Mizuki cackles, refusing to seem weak in public, especially in front of Sukuna.

"Honey, please. You're really defending a pig like him? Well, then again, animals do tend to protect their own kind," she comebacks with a smirk.

Expectant of an outburst, instead Mizuki was given a laugh from the woman in front of her.

"Well, pigs do tend to go for trash until they find decent food. I mean, Sukuna-senpai did end up dating you," you growled.

The three seniors beside you pursed their lips in resistance of bursting out laughing, though the white haired male was more dramatic with it.

Visibly embarrassed, anger riled up Mizuki's adrenaline, so she stormed up to you in attempt to hit you.

"You f*cking b--"

"Ah, ah, ah. Trash don't talk, do they?"

You push her away from the table once more, causing her to stumble a bit. Bit by bit, you slowly began to lose rationality and your morals of remaining non-violent no longer existed within you, at the moment. The female recollects herself as her suppressed fury no longer remained oppressed.

"You brat! Why is your fat*ss so persistent anyways?! Is money your motive?! Huh?! Fame or sex?! Not like you'd get far looking like that, sl*t!" She exclaims, attracting unnecessary attention around campus.

"Last time I checked, you opened your legs more than your books these past few years. Last time I checked, you lost all that damn weight by wiping off that make-up and gained it all back with plastic surgery. Seriously, sis, them tits ain't fooling nobody."

The crowd around the area began to murmur within themselves as a few chuckles and laughs were heard as well. Attention increased as the campus became intrigued seeing the campus' spoiled brat was finally being told off. Seeing such a result caused anxiety to conjure within the woman before you.

"W-Well, you're not the special either, b-b*tch!"

"Did I say I was? You were the one who wanted to start something since you obviously thought you were all high and mighty, right? So, come on. You talk so big when you assault a man, how come you're not fighting back to another woman? Huh? I know why," you comment.

You kick her leg, tripping her, having her fall face flat on the concrete. Bending down, you yank her hair, forcefully having her meet your deadly glare.

"You're just weak."

You gave her a nice uppercut, earning a shriek from her. "Oh's" and "Ah's" could be heard from the crowd as a few laughs were heard as well. You towered over her, remaining blank and lifeless in your expression.

"You knew he wouldn't hit you back, that's why you talk a big game. But, I don't mess with that," you say with such malice.

She screeches in desperation as she stands up and goes towards your direction. Offended, she attempted to slap you, but instead, you took ahold of her wrist and twisted it in an instant, but not harsh enough to break anything, though you did want to hear a refreshing crunch of bones before a satisfying scream of agony.

You were quick to punch her to the floor with your free arm, almost knocking her out. Her nose began to bleed as she sat up in panic of the redness flowing down. Backing up, fearful of another blow, which was coming her way regardless, you make one last right hook before grabbing her collar, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

"Touch him again and this little piggy will pork chop you into next week, you heard?"

You drop her on the floor, coldly walking away with your back facing her, but you freeze.

"And make sure to tell your dad I said, 'Thanks'. He sure left this pig squealing last night," you wink.

The crowd gave diverse reactions as a portion laughed and squealed in amusement, exactly to Satoru, another portion had a share of whispers and smirks, similar to Suguru, and the remainder became speechless, comparable to Sukuna.

You shrug nonchalantly as you returned back to the three males who sat there shocked of the kind responses you spat towards Mizuki's snarky remarks. Ignorant of her humiliated stature, you began to gather your belongings as she stood up and just scoffed in pain and embarrassment, storming off shouldering a few people along the way.

Once she left, the three men laid their eyes on you as they remained tense and dumbfounded by the scene that had unfolded. With a sigh, you wore your backpack once more before retrieving your glasses and tilted your glasses up on your nose bridge in a comfortable position. You took ahold of your phone and other belongings as well, dusting yourself off and readjusting your clothes and stature. Even your hair was brought out of the bun into the luscious form it was in moments before Mizuki came.

You shyly grin in embarrassment, seeing the amount of attention and unnecessary action you caused.

"Sorry for that. I didn't mean to interfere in your personal life, Sukuna-senpai. I just didn't like how she was treating you. H-Hehe," you nervously chuckle.

Their amazed expressions remained, almost as if they were deaf of the words you spoke.

"Marry me," Satoru spouted.

You almost jumped at the proposal, but giggled nervously.

"Uhh, senpai? I-I think you misspoke."

"No, I didn-- Ow!"

The male was quickly silenced by a harsh hit on his head made done by the very male you defended.

"Shut up, bastard! She's mi--"

Sukuna froze in his place, just realizing the words he was about to release. He turned to you afraid of your reaction, in case you were able to resemble the sentence he lacked to finish. He found you holding your mouth with shoulders bouncing, indicating you were resisting your laughter. Instead of embarrassment, his heart melted at the sight in content.

"Gojo-senpai, you're as mischievous as ever," you state with a laugh.

Subconsciously, Sukuna fondly smiled at your adorable guffaw as the other two watched in awe, seeing their supposedly cold-hearted comrade soften for a soul such as yours.

"Say, Y/N-san. Come sit with us, we just got some kikufuku, onigiri, ramen, and some other foods. We can't finish this all by ourselves," Suguru offered.

"Yes, we ca-- Yah!"

The white haired yelped in pain once more as a portion of the flesh of his thigh was twisted painfully by the male who made the kind offer towards you.

"I-It's alright. I don't want to stir more trouble for you guys. I probably made things worse."

"No!" Sukuna outbursted, catching all of you off guard.

"U-Uh, I mean, w-we weren't asking, you know? And you won't cause trouble. You actually helped u-us out a lot s-so, just eat with us, Y-Y/N. Let us treat you. It's no different w-when we're studying, r-right?" Sukuna stutters as his cheek flush into a darker shade of pink with every word spoken.

Contrasting from the two males smirking at Sukuna's shy statement, heat quickly rose to your own cheeks as you smiled dearly before nodding, taking up his offer. Hectic, he scoots over to give you room as you sat next to him. Satoru and Suguru sit smugly in their seats, enjoying the sight of their friend sitting tense and blushing by the woman next to him.

Various topics of conversation evolved left and right, keeping you occupied until you turn your head to notice the tense stance of the man next to you. His leg bounces and his fingers fidget, clear signs of anxiety, creating concern within you. The two others continued their own personal conversation as you gently place your hand upon his, causing to freeze and tense up more than before. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he turned to you, seeing your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Are you alright? Am I making you uncomfortable? I can leave if you need me to," you gently offer, almost in a whisper.

Too entranced by your consideration, neither of you realized the two pairs of eyes peering at the scene playing before them. Once making eye contact with you, his body soon relaxed into a slight smile as he held your hand in response.

"I'm alright, just a bit tired from today's events," he admits.

You sigh and smile, relieved. Almost about to retrieve your hand back, away from his, he instead interlocked fingers before laying his head on your shoulder. This time, you became frozen and tense in your spot with a deep red painted on your face.

"S-Senpa--"

"I don't have any classes for the rest of today, but do you want to hang out tonight? You know, after our study session?" He asks groggy and tired.

"Yeah, o-of course."

"Cool, I'll pick you up at 7."

"S-Sure," you answer with a stutter.

The two men stared in awe, glad to see their friend finally content and comfortable with another soul. It's not everyday you see Ryomen Sukuna, the campus' supposed playboy that uses and abuses every chick he sees, become soft for a soul as warm and sweet as honey.

Time Skip

"Perfect. Now, all to do is create an original transition term, briefly address your arguments, counter arguments, and rebuttal, concoct a call to action for the audience, and finish it with a closing personal statement or question," you explain.

Sukuna stares blankly back at you as if you spoke a foreign language. You chuckled in both amusement and embarrassment as you reiterated your explanation.

"Uh, just come up with a word that smoothly transitions to the next paragraph, but makes sure it's not repetitive. Then, rewrite your main reasons in preferably one sentence before coming up with a saying or question for the audience to think about."

His mouth resembles an 'O' shape, displaying his understanding, but your expression dropped.

"You still don't understand, do you?"

"You know me too well," he says, disappointed.

You chuckled at the cute expression, but it instantly dropped seeing the genuine disappointment on his face.

"Sorry, Y/N. I'm really trying, I promise," he softly stated, similar to a whisper.

His head hung low until you held his hand, similarly during lunch. His melancholic expression lifted into a timid blush as his eyes found yours. Your smile displayed itself once more, easing his mind despite his rapid heartbeat.

"I know, Sukuna-senpai. I wouldn't be here if you didn't," you reassure.

"Besides, literature isn't everyone's forte. In fact, nobody enjoys literature."

"You sure? You seem to be diverse in your dialect and vocabulary," he mocks in a goofy tone.

With a light hearted shove to his shoulder, you give him an eye-roll while he softly laughs at the joking atmosphere.

"Knowing and enjoying are incredibly different."

"Yeah, okay," he teases.

"Oh, hush, you jerk."

You both laugh, but keep the volume on the low, considering the fact that your session is in the library. After a few moments of humorously joking around with each other, you both managed to calm down and refocus yourselves on the original purpose of your presence in the library.

"Let's take a break from literature then, and just do math for now," you suggest and he nods in agreement.

In a lighter mood, you both took out your math assignments before discussing the necessary matters regarding the problems stated on the worksheets. It took a minute for you two to understand certain problems, but your cooperation with each other helped you both manage.

As moments pass as you continue to work on your assignments, Sukuna turned his attention to you for a few brief seconds, only to be trapped in an intense gaze, unable to retract itself from looking away at the adorable woman next to him.

With such admiration, he couldn't help, but melt at the sight of your glasses sitting cutely on your nose bridge. The unbreakable concentration you had as you neatly copied your studying notes from your laptop into your well-organized notebook had him subconsciously grinning from ear to ear.

However, it was quick to fade as he mentally slapped himself in attempt to refocus back on his assignments. Yet, he couldn't resist sneaking one last peek of you working. A slight piece of hair fell from your messy bun, falling gracefully in front of your face. It took all the strength he had inside to resist placing that piece of hair behind your ear.

He mentally slapped himself once more, upset at himself for doing such a creepy thing towards you. Sukuna attempted to go back into his work, but he could not sit idly while his mind kept wandering elsewhere, distracting him from the tasks at hand.

Without warning, he decided to just spill out what his heart had been aching to say.

"Thank you," he randomly spouts.

"Hmm?" You hum, still distracted with your work.

"Thanks for today. With, uh, Mizuki. Hadn't it been for you, I would have probably--"

"Done something you regret?"

His neck snaps towards your direction as you sighed before placing down your pen and turning to face him, containing eye contact.

"I could see it. You were restraining yourself, but you were left vulnerable. I couldn't sit by and let that snake abuse you again," you state softly but dangerously.

'Again?' he thought. 'How did she know?'

Sukuna sat there, speechless, too shocked to even think. You place both of his much bigger, calloused hands into your smaller, stubby ones. Your gaze towards him seemed determined and almost angry, but overall sympathetic.

"I could tell, senpai. You flinched and tensed with every step and touch she made towards you. For someone who claims to be "abused", she seemed quite touchy."

He avoids your gaze as he only then realized the obvious body language he displayed once Mizuki appeared.

"I-I, uh, I didn't think it'd be so obvious," he chuckled, sadly.

Your brows furrowed in worry once more seeing the humor your senior attempted to use to cope with his trauma.

"Why didn't you tell anyone, senpai?" You ask, quietly.

He shrugs with a depressing expression, unable to truly let himself process his emotions.

"No one wouldn't have ever allowed me to put my argument in, much less believe me. You know how everyone thinks of me. There'd be no point," he admits with such defeat and melancholy.

With a tight hug, you snuggle into the male's shoulder leaving him surprised. Once it processed in his mind, he hugged you back, grateful for the needed skinship.

"I believe you, senpai. I don't tolerate any form of abuse. Whether it'd be physical or mental, male or female victim, I don't care. If you don't feel safe, just know that I'm here for you, understood? That...is not a question."

Without realizing, a tear falls down his beautiful face as his emotions could no longer be held.

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course, Sukuna-se--"

"Ryomen. Just call me Ryomen," he corrected.

"A-Alright, Ryomen-kun. Are your alright?"

With eyes glimmering from his constant tears, he pulls away from the hug and stares back into your eyes.

"W-Why are you so nice to me?"

The question left you puzzled, wondering why he'd ask such a thing.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, don't you hate me? You know what people think of me, so why do you stay with me? You deserve so much better than a lowlife such as myself. A beautiful soul such as yours shouldn't be corrupted by the likes of m--"

His rant was cut short by a simple embrace of his lips with yours. He froze, startled at the sudden contact, but once his mind was able to process the moment, he melted into the kiss, reaching for your cheeks to caress and deepen the contact.

Usually, he'd flinch or avoid any form of contact with his face, but this time, he didn't mind. In fact, it was almost as if he had yearned for it. With such an exchange, he had only then realized how safe he felt when he's with you, therefore, his body let him relax in your arms.

He finally departed with such rosy cheeks and a few tears rolling down his gorgeous face. Your thumbs were so quick to wipe them away.

"I oughta beat your behind. Don't you ever say that about yourself, understood? All those bullsh*t rumors of you committing such things are stupid. They can't prove you did any of that, you would've been expelled and arrested if you did, and knowing you, you wouldn't hurt a fly."

Your words sunk deeper into his heart as he listened to your encouragement.

"You've been such a gentle and kind heart since the day we met. Everyone else misunderstands and misjudges you, all simply because they have no balls to talk to you and figure out your true nature. Instead, they listen to dog sh*t that people throw in the air. Don't mind them. They're too immature to identify a loving soul when they saw one."

Sobs soon escaped his mouth as you weren't hesitant to embrace him with such warmth and love once more. He quietly cries his emotions into your shoulder, leaving you heartbroken seeing this supposedly lowlife of a man realize the vulnerability within himself. Tears began to burn your eyes from the sight, but you were mainly ecstatic at the progress of the man in your arms in expressing his emotions.

He pulls away with a tear-soaked face while he hiccups from the lack of oxygen in lungs due to his excessive crying. You hold one of his hands while using your free hand to caress his cheek.

"Breath, darling."

He nods as he follows your deep breathing pattern, bringing down his constant hiccups. Once his breathing was decently stable, he looks at you with such sincerity.

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. You don't understand how grateful I am for you. It's just..." he states with a sigh.

"You know, it's hard to truly be myself around others. I mean, I honestly believed Mizuki was the one for me until she proved otherwise. But, my feelings for her were genuine, so when she told me that no one would be able to love me, I-I didn't know what to do."

He looks down, but you were quick to lift his gaze up to meet yours.

"I understand how it feels to be insecure or unworthy of love. I mean, do you see me? I obviously don't fit in society's standards of beauty and I've constantly hurt myself because of it. I've had my share of toxic exes as well, but after a while, I've come to realize that it all starts with self-worth. It took me time, but I managed to acknowledge my self-worth and you should too. It'll be quite the journey, but I'll be right here walking through it with you. You're worthy of so much more than what Mizuki had to offer."

You hold his face in your soft hands, staring intently into his eyes. He smiles, oh so softly, leaning into your gentle touch against his face. He kisses your palms in gratitude, melting your heart at the act.

Such a gorgeous sight.

Suddenly realizing your "too-close-for-comfort" skinship, your eyes widened as you yank your hands back in humiliation.

"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Well, I did, but you know-- I just, well, you know? And I-- mmph!"

Exactly as before, he silences your rambling with his lips. You were quicker to respond to such a romantic act with his hands on your cheeks. You hum in content as the kiss seemed much more passionate than the one before.

Finally pulling away, you both pant, out of breath from the recent acts of romance.

"That was fire," you state, slightly drunk from the intense scene that had occurred.

He laughs, amused of your reaction.

"Definitely."

A deep blush and shy beam radiated off both of your faces, yet you couldn't bring yourself to look at him despite his intense and attentive stare towards you.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N. I haven't felt so safe in my whole life until you came. Words cannot describe the yearning I have for you and I hope you feel the same," he confesses with light glimmering his eyes so graciously.

At this point, the heat in your cheeks increased so rapidly, you were close to being putty on the floor.

"D-Ditto, sen-- I mean, R-Ryomen-kun," you stuttered, awestruck of the current conversation taking place.

He couldn't resist laughing at your flustered state.

"You're too cute," he laughs.

You quickly were brought back to earth hearing his angelic voice laughing so handsomely. A few chuckles left your mouth as a result. Once you both dialed down, your eyes remained stuck in a love-struck gaze.

"S-So, what now?" You ask.

He shrugs as his fond gaze refused to falter along with his charming smile.

"I honestly don't know, but I do know that we're no longer 'just friends' anymore."

You hum in agreement as you timidly fidget with your fingers mustering every bit of courage to state the next line.

"Well, then, can I-- I don't know, maybe," you stutter unable to say your intended line.

"Can you what, bubs?" He slyly mentions.

The slight pet name threw you in a loop as you no longer could function. Your face blanked in surprise, keeping yourself still for a while. A snap in your face brought you back from your lost gaze, looking back to the male in front of you.

"Are you alright?" He gently asks.

"O-Of course, j-just thinking."

"About?"

You debate whether or not to admit it, but you couldn't miss such an opportunity.

"About when I can make you mi-- I mean, be your's? I mean, I w-won't push you to be min--"

"Yes," he randomly answers with a smile.

"A thousand times, yes. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours. That is, if you'll allow me to."

You peck his lips once more, combining foreheads.

"Of course," you respond with a gleam.

Unable to contain such excitement, he shares a passionate kiss once more, lifting you off the floor. You yelped in surprise as you felt yourself being twirled around as if you didn't weigh more than your average human being.

You mentally were grateful that you both enjoy studying in the very back of the library where almost nobody goes.

Eventually, you both pulled away as an idiotic grin remained plastered on his face.

"H-How are you carrying m--?"

"These guns aren't just for show, bubs," he winks, but instead of a flustered reaction, he received another eye-roll.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay, you can put me down now, Mr. Beef."

"Aww, but I finally have the girl of my dreams in my arms. Can't I hold you a bit longer, bubs?"

He pouts, teasingly yet adorably, as you grumbled under your breath.

"After we finish studying," you negotiated.

He smiled before nodding in agreement. He gives one last peck on your nose before putting your down. Just as you both were about to be seated, a voice caught your attention.

"It's 6 o'clock, love birds."

"Right. Shouldn't you both be getting ready for tonight?"

Confused, you both turn your heads to find Satoru and Suguru standing behind you both, obviously coming out from hiding behind the book shelves.

"You little-- were you guys watching the whole time?!" Sukuna whisper-yelled.

"Well, not necessarily. Satoru was getting bored of just waiting, so he fell asleep until I woke him when things interesting," Suguru explained.

"And that would be?" You asked.

"When you told Sukuna you knew Mizuki was hitting him," the white-haired started with a stupid smile.

"I don't think that's something to say while smiling, senpai," you state.

"Right, my bad."

The male beside you was beyond pissed and embarrassed, whereas you were just confused and rather impressed at the fact that they managed to hide for so long.

"Sorry for intruding in your privacy, but we simply couldn't resist in witnessing our friend finally establishing a romance with the only girl on this campus that I'd respectfully call a woman," Suguru added.

"Yeah, you kick *ss, Y/N-san. After Mizuki, we weren't really sure if we'd accept anyone as Ryomen-chan's partner, but you're the only one who actually treats our friend well, so yeah. Just don't freak out when you find out he has an anime obsession. Them anime girls don't play around," Satoru says.

Sukuna did not hesitate to approach the white hair to give a nice bonk on Satoru's head, but you were quick to interfere.

"Wait! You watch anime, too?! Do you watch One Piece?! What about Studio Ghibli?! What's your favorite film?!" You ramble with eyes twinkling similar to a puppy's.

His anger soon withered seeing you so happy. Being such a hardcore geek himself, he didn't hesitate to respond.

"Y-Yeah. Didn't get far in One Piece, but still love it. With Studio Ghibli, maybe Ponyo or Grave of the Fireflies?"

You gasped in amazement, absolutely ecstatic at this new fact of your new partner. Literal stars dazzled from your eyes.

The three of the men couldn't help, but be heart struck of your reaction.

"That's it. Suguru, we're looking for thick babes from now on," Satoru whines, feeling single seeing his friend with such a lady.

"For once, I can't disagree with you," the latter states.

"Have fun on your date, you two. Treat her nice, Ryo, or else, Satoru and I won't be able to help ourselves and you know how much we love to share."

Boom, red all over your face.

The two wink in unison as they leave the library, leaving you and your slightly irritated boyfriend alone. Your man was quick to turn to you, almost desperate and hurt.

"Please don't leave me, bubs. I can't lose you, especially to the likes of them," Sukuna snarls.

You laugh at his jealousy and shared a peck on his forehead as he pouted.

"Would never, baby. Only you."

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Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

#anime and manga #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #Sukuna x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk manga #jjk fluff #jjk sukuna #jjk angst

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vex91 · 10 months

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Shon Seungwan - A secret

Pairing: Shon Seungwan x Female Reader

Fandom: Red Velvet

Summary: You are Joohyun's little sister who is really close with all Red Velvet's members, especially Seungwan with who you are in even more close relationship.

A/N: I'm so down bad for Wendy, it's not even a joke anymore like-😬

3rd's POV

Being pressed up against Seungwan in her closet wasn't a situation you thought that you would be when you came to Red Velvet's dorm.

Your girlfriend told you that all her members are going to be out and she's going to be the only one home. That's why you both decided to finally spend some time together after not seeing each other for months since Red Velvet were on a tour and came back a few days ago.

You and Seungwan were dating for 4 months now. You met through your older sister, Joohyun who introduced you to her members with hope that you get close with them and well you got close with them all, especially Seungwan.

You both decided to keep it a secret for 2 reasons. One, you wanted to make sure that it's a serious relationship that wouldn't end after 2 weeks and two, you didn't knew how your protective sister will react.

That's why you only showed each other affection when you were alone, just like today.

But it seemed like the girls decided to come back earlier since they were already home. And it seemed like they were looking for something in the room that you were hiding in.

"Ugh, where did Seungwan put that remote" Sooyoung grumbled while searching around the room. You lightly glared at your girlfriend for forgetting to put the remote back since then the girls wouldn't be here and you would be able to get out of the closet and put on your clothes that you took off during your intense and hot make out.

Finally they found the remote and were about to leave until Joohyun saw something.

"Hm? Isn't that Y/N's shirt?" Your eyes widen at that and you saw that Seungwan's did too. "You sure?" Seulgi asked and Joohyun nodded. "Maybe she left it here the last time she was here or Seungwan borrowed it from her" Yerim suggested and the rest of the girls nodded, feeling convinced that it may be it. The only one who was still a little suspicious was your sister.

Fortunately the girls left the room not long after.

You and your girlfriend walked out of the closet and she quickly ran to the door to lock it. "T-That was... close" She mumbled and you agreed.

"Good thing that they didn't saw your shirt because it would be too suspicious to ignore" You pointed at her shirt and she went to grab it. You both put on your clothes and quietly left the room. You slowly and carefully went to the front door and left the dorms.

After waiting for a few minutes you both entered while acting like you just came back from a walk.

"Hey guys" You greeted them when you walked into the living room, earning a greeting back. They all turned around and Joohyun eyed you carefully, making you gulp. She was smelling something's off and you didn't liked that one bit. "Where were you?" Joohyun asked you and you quickly answered "On a walk with Seungwan. Why do you ask?"

"Well because the shirt that you're wearing was in her room not that long ago" You and your girlfriend both froze, realizing that she was right. How could you made such a stupid mistake?

You tried to find words to explain it until you heard her sigh and place her hand on your shoulder. You looked up to meet her soft gaze "You don't have to say it now but know that you can come to me when you're ready to tell me the truth. I won't be mad" She said and started walking to the kitchen with other girls but before Joohyun disappeared she added "Plus I think Seungwan is a good choice"

You and your girlfriend both blushed at that before she chuckled and back hugged you tightly while you wanted to disappear from the Earth. But you still were happy that your sister accepted your relationship even if you didn't told her about it yet.

#vex writes #red velvet x reader #red velvet reactions #shon seungwan x reader #wendy x reader #shon seungwan #wendy

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buckysimp101 · 2 years

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Love at First Grade (18+) - Epilogue

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

NOTE: Since I posted twice in one day, some of you may be seeing this chapter first, so please read Part 20 first!

chapter warnings: fluff, mentions of smut but no actual smut ft teensy bit of playful dirty talk

a/n: well friends this is it. The official-official end of the main story of Love at First Grade has arrived. Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed the story! Deleted scenes/Drabbles coming soon & if you have any ideas you’d like to see/any thoughts on the story in general please send them my way!

Series Masterlist

Six Years Later

“Daddy…psssst daddy wake up,” a small voice whispered loudly in Bucky’s ear. He let out a quiet groan and rolled over to see a carbon copy of your eyes staring at him from the edge of the bed. He cut his eyes to the alarm clock and saw it read 4:30. He was surprised it was her waking him up and not Alpine begging to be fed.

“Tessa, it’s 4:30 in the morning you should be asleep,” he whispered, hoping not to wake you next to him. You shifted in your sleep and Bucky flinched, crossing his fingers and praying you’d stay asleep. When you didn’t move anymore he refocused his attention on the toddler in front of him. She was pouting, your signature look, and she was damn good at it. How a newly minted three year old could be so manipulative with just a look was beyond him.

“No sleep, daddy. The greebles chase me,” she whispered, her eyes widening in slight fear. Bucky sighed, silently cursing Becca and Avery for convincing her that “greebles” were real. Bucky cursed himself for telling Avery and Becca that “greebles” were what made Alpine go crazy when she zoomed around the house, meowing at unseen objects.

Yes. House. Despite how often you tried, you didn’t get pregnant until a few months after you and Bucky got married four years ago. Once you found out that you were pregnant with Tessa you knew that you wanted to give up the penthouse. The penthouse had been where all of you were staying, with more than enough room for everyone plus Alpine, but you wanted more space. A home with a yard where your kids could play, and sadly Manhattan was lacking in that department. So you and Bucky sold the penthouse and purchased a large home with an equally large yard and pool in New Rochelle. Bucky continued teaching but moved the girls out of their school in the city to one a little closer to your new house. Your commute wasn’t so bad, forty minutes give or take, and since you were the boss you got to decide when you went in and when you didn’t. Upon marrying, you decided to hyphenate your name becoming Y/N L/N-Barnes. When Bucky asked why you would do that when you had never changed your name after marrying Brock you told him that it was because somewhere deep inside you knew he wasn’t the one and that he didn’t deserve to have you take his name. The girls kept their last names, in fact they kept all the information on their original birth certificates. Brock had surrendered his parental rights fully to you within a year of being in jail and Dot had signed hers over to Bucky just as quickly. No fight and no mess out of it. You both decided that Avery and Becca should make the decision when they were older if they wanted to change any of their legal documents and you stuck by that.

Now, Tessa Grace Barnes was born kicking and screaming at 1:09am on June 6th, just in time for your first wedding anniversary. Your pregnancy was rough, you had morning sickness the entire time and major fatigue at the end. But you swore it was all worth it when that six pound baby was laid in your arms. You giggled that she looked just like you, there was no correcting you because you were right. She had everything of yours, the only thing she seemed to have inherited of Bucky’s was a head full of dark hair. Now Bucky was face to face with the little menace, with her mom’s wide eyes and a pout that would put lipstick models to shame.

“Climb on up, sweet girl. But be careful with mommy, we don’t wanna wake her up,” he whispered, providing an opening in the covers for the toddler to climb into. Tessa refused to make it easy on him and instead of climbing into the bed on his side and staying there she crawled over Bucky and made herself comfortable in the small space between the two of you. You groaned and shifted in your sleep again, this time Tessa and Bucky froze, anticipating you waking up, but instead you rolled onto your back and went back to sleep, the blanket pulled tight against your rounded tummy.

“Sorry mommy, sorry Owiver,” Tessa whispered before wiggling under the covers and closing her eyes like she was sleeping. Pretty soon pretending to be asleep turned into actually being asleep and Bucky watched his toddler’s chest even out with her deep, sleeping breaths. The two of you could’ve been twins the way you slept and it warmed Bucky’s heart to be a place of comfort for his children again. Becca and Avery were twelve and thirteen now, going on thirteen and fourteen, and it had pained Bucky physically when his girls stopped having nightmares or seeking the two of you for comfort. But they had each other and they continued to stick up for each other today. Bucky rolled over and laid his arms over both his girls, his hand reaching to rub protective circles over your belly.

Not long after Tessa was born and you were cleared for ‘acts of intimacy’ as your doctor put it, the two of you began trying again for another baby. You found out that Bucky had been only partially kidding when he said he wanted a thousand kids with you, but you’d leveled with him and told him that four sounded like plenty. Between the sassiness of your pre-teens, the stress of your job at times, and the rough pregnancy you endured with Tessa you and Bucky realized that Oliver would likely be your last. Bucky had spent the last twelve years perfecting what it meant to be a girl dad, but the second the doctor told the two of you that you were carrying a boy? You swore you’d never seen Bucky’s eyes light up like that. You had his name picked out almost immediately and now Oliver George, for Bucky’s father, Barnes was set to make his appearance in just three short months.

Eventually Bucky was able to fall back asleep by listening to the light breathing of you and Tessa next to him. He was, however, rudely awakened around four hours later when Alpine decided it was time for him to shower her with affection and attention that she obviously wasn’t getting. With a swat to his face by a snow white paw Bucky was groaning and whispering, “I’m up demon, I’m up.”

A quick glance to his right proved what he suspected, you and Tessa were already up and making breakfast in the kitchen judging by the smell of bacon wafting through the house. Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen where he saw you singing with Tessa to the Frozen 2 soundtrack as she twirled around in her Elsa costume Uncle Steve had given her at her birthday party the day before. You had one hand rubbing your belly as you sang Anna’s part and made sure the bacon was cooked fully. Bucky leaned against the door, a satisfied grin on his face, as he took in the view of you enjoying a morning with your youngest.

His view was interrupted by a throat clearing behind him. A sleep filled voice called out, “Dad don’t just stand there and watch mom, that’s creepy.” Becca stood behind him, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes and clearly a little annoyed that she’d been woken up to the sound of Frozen 2 and not when she decided to wake up.

Avery walked around the corner at the moment and added, “is he being weird again? Papa, it’s really weird when you do that staring thing, just go help mama with breakfast,” she rolled her eyes as she and Becca entered the kitchen to tell you and Tessa good morning, the three year old squealing at the sight of her big sisters. Avery and Becca took turns picking her up and squeezing her in a tight hug, wishes of Happy Birthday fell from their lips as their little sister took in all the attention.

Bucky waited a moment then announced his presence, “did I hear that right? There is now a three year old in the house? Impossible! Make your presence known three year old!” Bucky roared and pretended to stomp around the kitchen looking for a mystery three year old. Tessa giggled and hid behind Becca’s legs. He walked up to you and pretended to look behind you for her before placing a chaste kiss on your lips and whispering, “happy anniversary, honey,” and continuing with his search. When he finally reached Becca again he bent down and peaked around her shoulder and “found” Tessa as she squealed and screamed “I’M THWEE DADDY I’M THWEE!”

You watched your family lovingly from your place at the stove, Oliver kicking up a storm as his way of reminding you he was just as much a part of the family as everyone else. It always made you happy to see your family happy and playing around in your home. You finished with breakfast and made sure to serve Tessa her birthday pancakes first, a little number 3 candle sticking out as your family sang happy birthday. She blew out her candle with a squeal, everything was squeals and giggles at her age, and immediately started dousing her breakfast in syrup. Bucky had to remove the container from her to prevent a total sticky surface. You went back to the kitchen to pick up a little from cooking when you felt two different temperatures arms wrap under your belly, around your hips and pull you close.

“Mmmm come sit down, mama. Dishes can wait,” Bucky purred in your ear, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly with his thumbs. You practically melted into his touch as he pressed soft kisses next to your ear and began to trail them lightly down your jaw. You almost moaned at the feeling but quickly stopped yourself.

“Buck, love, honey, sweetheart. The kids are in the next room, you gotta stop,” you gasped lightly as he lightly bit at your neck.

Bucky chuckled in your ear and whispered once more, “mmm that’s not what you said the other night,�� his words bringing up memories of heavy kisses, heavy touches as you rode him, both of you chasing your orgasms as the pregnancy hormones made you hornier and hornier with every passing day. Surprisingly enough, or unsurprisingly rather, sex is what brought Tessa into this world. Obviously, biologically speaking, but rather the almost-our-anniversary sex you and Bucky were having the morning of the day your water broke helped kickstart the labor.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Barnes,” you teased as you sighed into the relief Bucky gave you by physically picking up your bump and holding it for you, just for a little bit.

“I rather think that’s you, Mrs. Barnes, you sure you don’t want another one? After Oliver I mean. Seeing you looking like an angel, all soft and round with our child. Come on, sugar. You know you wanna,” he moaned in your ear, his sleep pants tightening at the idea of filling you with another baby.

You twisted around in his arms, your bump creating more space between the two of you and leaned your head up to give him a deep kiss, one full of passion and heat, one that would only be able to be reciprocated fully in your bedroom later. Bucky moaned into the kiss but you shut him up with a stern look before adding, “this womb is shutting down after this one finishes playing leap frog on my bladder and is successfully evicted. Unless you can start carrying them we’re SOL buddy,” offering a playful swat to his ass with the dish towel.

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at you, knowing the two of you’d had this conversation a number of times and you were both in agreement that Oliver would be your last. “Well I’m not eating with all my girls if you’re not there. You’re six months, Y/N. Come sit down, I’ll get this in a little bit, promise.” You acquiesced and joined the family in the dining room, listening to Tessa tell Avery and Becca about all the games she wanted to play today as part of her birthday. This pregnancy had been better on you than when you were pregnant with Tessa. You could actually move around and go out in public without feeling like you were simultaneously going to throw up and pass out.

Avery and Becca were whispering to each other as they kept sneaking glances at you and Bucky. They thought they were sneaky, they always did, but you and Bucky knew when they were up to something. Or rather, you thought you did. Because as soon as they were done eating breakfast, Avery and Becca ran off to their rooms as fast as they could. You and Bucky merely quirked an eyebrow each at their weird behavior but let them be. Pre-teens were always weird. Pretty soon they were each walking back to the dining room, their hands behind their backs with matching grins on their faces.

“Oof, those faces mean troubleeeee,” you teased in a sing-song voice, directing Bucky’s attention to the girls. He took in their stances and raised his brow even more in question.

Becca spoke first, “First of all, we wanted to say happy anniversary,”

Avery continued, “we’re so lucky and happy that we met you all those years ago,”

“And that we were able to become a happy family,” Becca added.

“We knew what we wanted to get you for your anniversary for a few years now, but this year seemed right,” Avery finished as she walked to Bucky and Becca walked to you.

On a very freaky, but obvious, silent mental count of three each girl presented you with an envelope.

“You have to open them at the same time!” Avery and Becca spoke monotonously, it was becoming harder and harder to remember that they were not actually twins, they were just freakily close.

So you and Bucky made eye contact and verbally counted to three before opening your envelopes. Inside your envelope was an adoption form. Inside Bucky’s was an adoption form and a name change request. Your heads whipped towards each other immediately, both of you growing teary after realizing what your girls were giving you. They wanted you to officially adopt them, and Avery was requesting a name change to Avery Claire Barnes.

“Whattaya say, mom? Wanna make it official?” Becca jested while Avery looked at Bucky with a smirk to rival Tony Stark as she teased, “c’mon daaaad. Let me be officially a member of the Barnes clan.”

You each broke down into tears and pulled your girls into individual hugs, nodding your heads and promising them that you’d go get it signed, notarized and filed at the courthouse as soon as possible.

Later that evening, you and Bucky had put Tessa to bad, Avery and Becca were hanging out watching television in their playroom as you and Bucky took over the couch for evening snuggles and a movie. You played with Bucky’s hair for a bit before asking, “did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Know that Becca was going to ask me to adopt her?”

“Yeah she came to me a few weeks ago, said she needed help getting the paperwork. Did you know about Avery?”

“Yeah, she did the same thing…funny I never even suspected that Becca might have been up to the same thing…but man I’m thrilled she did,” you sighed as Bucky smiled, content with having you next to him.

“Me too, then again I’ve just been thrilled to have you in my life for the past seven years,” he said dotingly, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You agreed with a hum and leaned into his warm embrace.

We’re all familiar with the phrase ‘love at first sight.’ You always joked with Bucky that you felt like you’d been struck with the love bug the second the two of you met and that they got that phrase all wrong. Love at First Grade, that’s what they meant.

a/n: Officially. This is the end of Love at First Grade’s main storyline! Thank you everyone! I love y’all and hope y’all enjoyed this, I know I did!

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"There's no way y/n is your girlfriend!" Eddie Munson x reader

!!Stranger Things Season 4 Part 2 Spoilers. Read at your own risk!!

Summary: 1986 was Eddie's year. Eddie Munson graduated on May 8th of 1986. Max never fell asleep and Eleven discovered her strength without Mike's help. The world is free of Vecna and dark secrets. Hawkin's Indiana is joined again by the Byers. And the town is cleansed of its darkness. Still, Eddie is labeled a liar as Lucas denies the fact that Eddie has a girlfriend. However, he especially doesn't believe it when Eddie claims he's dating you. His ex-babysitter plus medical records clerk who loves butterflies, lavender flowers, and stuffed crust pizza. The one girl in Hawkin's who's never touched a weed blunt in her entire life.

Warnings? None. Except for Eddie's beautiful eyes.

Pairings: Eddie

Notes: lowkey forgot nancy and robin exist in this one. sorry guyssss

No one believed Eddie. Eddie didn’t exactly have the truthful kind of reputation. The entire town still believed he was in fact a murderer.

It was only because of hopper and his girlfriend y/n that he was free.

But now. Here he was again. Being titled a liar.

“I’m just saying man,” Lucas waved his hands, “there’s no way y/n is your girlfriend! She’s like preppy and all 'i care about everyone' and you’re not. Her favorite animal is a butterfly!” Lucas snickered.

From beside him, Max shoved his side, “What!” He asked causing her to glare at him, “sorry babe I mean come on… look at her.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. The picture of you and Eddie was undeniable but it looked staged. It was from graduation a few months ago. 7 months to be exact.

You were holding both of your hats in one hand, his hands holding both of your diplomas. To Eddie you looked downright gorgeous wearing a fitted cream and rose covered dress with ruffles that flared at your knees.

Your navy gown covered the top of the dress but the straps were think and ruffled too.

You leaned over your lips barely touching his cheek as you grinned wildly. From this angel you looked up your eyes content with staring at the corner of his eyes.

Eddie kept this picture in his wallet. It was the only one he bothered keeping knowing how much you loved pictures. You kept almost all of the pictures you guys had together and he didn’t mind. He knew it was your way of remembering.

“Come on man, she’s obviously real, don’t hate on Eddie now,” Dustin rolled his eyes attempting to back Eddie up.

Dustin turned to apologize to Eddie only to see him grinning.

Even Steve was confused. “Bro, you good?” Steve questioned causing Eddie to chuckle.

“Oh man you guys are gonna be begging for my forgiveness,” he slowly stands with a stretch.

“What? Why?” Mike questions from the booth behind the group. El was seated in front of him eagerly sipping on her vanilla shake.

Eddie fully stood now grabbing the grocery bag with the diners logo printed on it, “why do you think I didn’t eat with you hooligans? I’m bringing y/n lunch. It was just gonna be us so why don’t you come along?” He offered.

The curiosity on there faces was humorous. Without waiting on a response he began making his way towards the door.

Lucas stood up quickly, causing Dustin to turn to him, “I thought you said you didn’t believe, him?” He stated.

Causing Lucas to chuckle, “I don’t but I do wanna see Eddie embarrass himself,” he left the booth with Max behind him.

“You just don’t believe Eddie because you won’t admit Eddie is good at flirting,” Max slipped out taking the lead in front of Lucas.

Lucas scoffed while holding the door open, “He’s not that good at flirting,” and the two of them left.

The others realizing the time was short followed them too, Mike shaking his head, “There’s no way Eddie ended up with her. He deserves better,” he snickered holding El’s hand.

Steve rolled his eyes, “And so does el,” he whispered causing Will to chuckle. Having heard the older boy.

Everyone exited the diner.

Eddie walked down the street eager to see you. He knew he was coming a little early but he wanted to watch you work too. He was thankful the diner was only a few blocks away.

The building titled Family Clinic made Eddie stop. He entered the building Lucas caught up enough to hold the door for the others.

The lobby was spread out. On one end were windows covered in shades. On the other end was a glass sitting on top of a desk. On either side of the desk were two doors where the nurses normally called out for patients.

On one side of the front desk, a couple exited the clinic. They waved at you as you threw over your shoulder, “Have a good one,” with a wave.

Eddie didn’t bother to announce his presence just yet. The receptionist waved at him but said nothing knowing what he liked to do.

He nodded a greeting to the older woman and took a seat in his favorite chair you perfectly seated in his view.

“That means nothing,” Lucas scoffed as he sat next to Eddie.

Eddie didn’t even bother to reply. His eyes only on you.

Your morning was long. So long in fact that you asked off for the afternoon. You worked hard, your title as the Front Desk Coordinator giving you access to all kinds of duties. But you didn’t mind. You learned a lot. And you were thankful for the opportunity you received after your freshmen year in high school. A friend of your father's needed help so at 15 you started working.

Your mother and father divorced when you were 14. You’d seen it coming a mile away. With your father’s desperation for respect and order and your mother's anxious and loud personality, it was a miracle to you that they stayed together so long. Your mom moved to Mississippi with a teaching position. And your father finished raising you both in Hawkins. You could tell he was adamant for more and he was meant for more.

So you and your sister stayed in Hawkins when your father moved to New York for a job opportunity. You were old enough and eager to make decisions. So you remained in Hawkins with Eddie. Your sister loved her home and her friends. So with the promise to visit her father twice a year, she stayed with you. Your mother visited when you moved into your new place for a week. She had yet to meet Eddie but was eager to meet him the next time she visited. Which you hoped was soon.

Your hard working skills were the only reason they allowed you freedom. You worked hard. And they trusted that. But you were also a family friend. Which made it ten times easier to trust you.

In front of you was a stack of sealed envelopes. The patients from the year before who needed their yearly appointments were about to get a letter with the date and time of appointment.

You’d called almost everyone on your list to verbally give the appointment to as many as you could.

There were two patients left. But you decided to quit. Knowing they’d get a letter anyways. The clock turned from 12:59 to 1:00 and you stood up. You we’re thankful it was Thursday your last workday of the week.

You stood up, “Alright miss Jackson I’m gonna go. I’ll see you Monday.”

She responded, “Have a good weekend."

You didn’t bring much, so you fixed up your paperwork. It sat neatly on your shelves. You then set the envelopes in the basket, grabbed your purse, and exited the front desk door.

You sighed holding back a yawn as you recognized what you thought to be patients. However a familiar leather jacket caught your eye.

Eddie stood up just as you recognized him.

The biggest smile the others have ever seen stretched across your face as you ran towards him.

“Eddie!!” You exclaimed your heart pumping as you embraced him. The familiar smell of peppermint filled your nose as you inhaled his scent.

He chuckled, lifting you up into a hug, “hey baby,” he responded his face falling into the space of your neck.

You sighed. The stress of the day washing away. As he set you down you took a moment to admire him. His skin was soft under your hands, you held his face between your fingertips your eyes gazing into his brown ones. His cheeks moved under your hands giggling at your attention.

He shyly looked down away from your gaze as you softly smiled content in this moment.

Someone cleared there throat from behind you, “I finished that paperwork for, oh-,” Dr. Jones stopped himself at seeing you both.

Since graduation Eddie hadn’t changed very much. Dr Jones knew of your relationship with the town 'freak' but never considered it his business.

Now though. Seeing how lovingly Eddie held onto you. How even though Eddie wasn’t looking into your eyes he was still looking at you. With nothing but heart eyes.

Dr Jones grinned. He knew his friend Samuel your father didn’t like Eddie at first glance. But seeing how well he took care of you and how happy you were to see him probably fixed that right up.

You turned to face your boss, your hands dropping to tug on Eddie’s as you stepped forward, “yes sir?” You asked gripping Eddie’s right hand tighter behind you.

He squeezed to let you know he was still there.

Dr bones shook his head, “I was just gonna say I signed your paperwork. It’ll be on your desk when you return Monday, hi Eddie,” he waved to your boyfriend.

Eddie tilted his head in acknowledgment, “Hello Dr. Jones. Good to see you,” he waved with his free hand.

You smiled the interaction enough to make you warm, “I’ll open Monday morning just so I can fax those for you,” you stated causing him to nod.

“I’d stop you, but you’d do it anyways,” he called out as he stepped back into the office.

Now the foyer was empty. Save for the others.

“Hey guys,” you smiled waving at the kids and Steve and Jonathan, now you turned to Eddie pulling him towards the door for outside, “come on I’m hungry.”

Dustin snickered, causing Lucas to lick his lips his mouth dry from keeping it open, “that doesn’t mean anything! He could be paying her,” he defended himself before racing after the couple.

Steve shook his head, “he’s gonna be even more embarrassed once he realizes how obviously they’re in love,” he rubbed the area between his eyebrows a tired look in his eyes.

Max laughed, “more fun for me,” before following her boyfriend.

El paused confusion on her face, “Why is it hard for him to see? They’ve been dating for two years now,” she followed slowly after Mike.

Mike paused, “Wait. What?” He turned slowly to face her.

El nodded, “Y/n had dad run a background check on him when he asked her out and then she also helped to free Eddie from the charges against him,” she stated nonchalantly as she passed Mike.

Steve and Jonathan knew what she meant, and Dustin already knew the story. He’d been third wheeling you guys since he was a freshman. He never hated it. In fact, he loved to see you and Eddie happy and even invited himself on many of your dates.

Eddie never tried keeping you a secret. And you never tried keeping him a secret. The dynamics in your relationship just allowed that to happen. You weren't very big on PDA. You had your different interests in high school and with the world falling apart in '85 there were plenty of opportunities for you both to be distracted. Dustin also knew your relationship was intimate for a reason which is why he and the others decided to allow you guys peace. They didn't talk about your relationship outside of those who knew.

You and Eddie were grateful they didn't.

Lucas was walking fast beside Eddie. You were leaned into his right side your fingers clasped together.

“No because this doesn’t make sense! You guys were never making out in the hallways we never saw you guys together!! And first of all why does Eddie only have one picture of you??” Lucas spoke rapidly attempting to make sense of the situation.

You could only find this funny. Your box braids fell over your shoulder as Lucas finally whispered, “and how did I not know Eddie liked chocolate??” It seemed as if his entire life was falling apart with that last question.

You choked on your spit, the laughter falling from your lips causing you to stop walking. Your stomach hurt as you leaned forward, wheezing with laughter.

Eddie was embarrassed. “Dude come on, I liked all ladies!” He attempted to assure, “but y/n is the one for me,” he added as you attempted to pull yourself together.

“HAHA LUCAS you should have seen your face,” you couldn’t catch your breathe, “please!! It was so… so so funny. It looks like you don’t know what’s right and wrong or what’s black and white anymore,” You choked as you fell to a crouch holding your stomach.

Now Lucas was embarrassed. “Can you blame me?? The guy I looked up to for at least the first few months of highschool has secretly been dating my old babysitter. I mean come on it’s like I’ve been lied to!! I didn’t even know Eddie was your type,” he whined at the end defending himself.

Eddie snorted at that. “Don’t worry Sinclair I wasn’t. You can imagine my surprise when I got a letter in the mail saying someone was looking into my back ground history,” Eddie slung his hand around you now as you stood.

You shrugged, “Can you blame me? The only thing I knew about you was that you sold drugs to students. But babe you know I already admired you,” you added as leaned back into his side.

Lucas was even more confused. “Wait if he wasn’t your type…. Why did you admire him?” He asked putting the pieces together. The others had joined them also eager to hear the story.

Eddie turned you wondering what you would say.

You stared at him as you spoke, “two things. First, he was so passionate and straightforward about who he was,” Eddie smiled at you, “He didn’t dare change to fit into society's idea of a man. And when he was threatened by others he continued being himself without harming or putting others at risk,” you looked down as if remembering something. You looked back up, catching his eyes that were now concerned, “and second his eyes. They were the most beautiful, soft, and life-filled eyes I’ve seen in my entire life. I knew there was nothing dangerous behind those eyes even before I did that background check. I just did that so my dad wouldn’t second guess me,” you cleared your throat. Your dad had a habit of pulling the 'I'm best friends with the police chief' card at any boy who could inconvenience you.

Eddie leaned forward his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you.

He pulled back your body turning to face the others as he pulled you close again tucking you into him.

The others minus Mike were staring at you both in awe. (mike what an ahole) It was as if they’d seen real love. For the first time. And they had.

Eddie smiled, “That was nothing. You should see the letters she writes me, I never knew someone could be so beautiful in words,” he leaned closer to you whispering the last bit as he kissed your cheek.

Your cheeks burned. They were warm to the touch. And the others could even see your skin shift to a soft pink your cheeks and nose darkening at their gazes.

Max sighed, “Wow.”

Lucas shook his head, “Wait. How did you get the police to let you see his records? I didn’t even know civilians could run background checks,” he looked between the both of you now.

Jonathan sighed, “Hopper did it for her, Lucas.” He was bored of the back and forth, a part of him wondering why you didn't just explain everything from the top. Including your role in the fight.

Lucas was even more confused. Ever since you stopped babysitting them when they turned 14 he’d stopped keeping up with you. He realized now that was mostly his fault as Dustin had easily kept up with you.

The eyes moved from Jonathan to you waiting on an explanation.

You sighed, “You see when I was a kid I wanted to be a detective. Hopper and my dad were friends so Hopper would let me solve cases that were already solved with the evidence they started off with. Since we didn’t have too many cases in our town he let me branch into other cases in other towns. I got really good and before I knew it I was ten and eleven figuring out the cases before the officers did," you smiled fondly at the memory, "When I became a freshman my uncle needed my help with the clinic he owns so I quit my dream to become a medical records clerk. So I started working there when I was about 15. Because hopper and I worked together when I was younger I built a connection and voila any guy I was interested in whether I liked it or not had a background check run on them. So when I was old enough to date I decided to go ahead and do it on my own.” You sucked in a breath long-winded.

Max’s eyes widened, “woah. That’s so cool. I thought you could only have one career,” she mumbled in thought.

You shook your head, “some people think that way, but I think you have enough time to try it all,” you finished with a smile.

Mike spoke up next, “So wait El says you got Eddie’s charges dropped how’d that happen?” He asked now.

No one really knew what made the charges drop. Not even Eddie. All the town knew was that Eddie wasn’t guilty.

Only you and Hopper carried the truth on your shoulders.

You didn’t feel comfortable answering that question in public, “why don’t you guys come by Eddie and I place tonight for dinner?” You asked holding the basket closely in your hands. The envelopes shifted with the weight reminding you that you needed to take them to the post office.

“WAIT. YOU and EDDIE LIVE TOGETHER??”

Lucas was clearly distraught.

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