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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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what do you think about batboys/ feysand/ nessian with a mate that used to get bullied before they met, And one day they’re at ritas and she sees her old bullies and she freezes up. They notice and reader explains and they beat the bullies up, UGHH THE ANGSTT AND COMFORT👀🤍

Ex’s Are Assholes

Poly!batboys x reader

A/n: I went with the boys on this one bc they’d go feral if you ran into your old bully (I didn’t proof read this so sorry in advance for typos I didn’t have the energy)

Warnings: over protective bat boys and slight violence

For date night the boys decided to take you drinking and dancing at Rita’s. It wasn’t with the rest of the group, just you and your mates. And they promised you ice cream later so you were happy to go to Rita’s for date night.

You were just happy to have their undivided attention. Currently you were dancing with Rhys. He spun you, pulled you back into him so he could sway with you to the music.

Cassian and Azriel made their way back to you holding drinks for all of you. Cassian handed Rhys his wine and you your cocktail. As you danced around with them more Cass accidentally bumped your arm causing you to spill your drink.

“Oh, honey! I am so sorry. Let me get you another one.” He said in that sweet apologetic tone. You smiled at him kissing his cheeks. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gunna go get another.” You sauntered off to the bar shooting them a wink over your shoulder.

Approaching the bar you spot Marcy, your favorite bartender ever! “Hi y/n! Usual cocktail?” You gave her a big smile. “Yes please. Cass made me spill.” March smiled and shook her head as she made you another drink. “I’m out of your choice of vodka. I’m gunna go grab another bottle.” She said, walking out from behind the bar toward the back room.

As you waited by the bar you felt someone nudge your arm. You moved over a smidge to give the stranger room but you couldn’t shake the familiarity of their presence. Glancing next to you, you stop breathing. Your ex-boyfriend is staring down at you, wearing a smirk that made you squirm.

“Hi y/n.” He drawls clearly drunk. He tries to tilt your head up by your chin but you jerk away. This male was the last person you wanted to see. He treated you like shit throughout your relationship. He was verbally abusive and tried to turn your friends against you. Gaslighting you was his fucking hobby and when you had enough he played the victim.

You firm,y pointed a finger at him, “Don’t ever. Fucking touch me again.” Your voice shook a little, your eyes going wide as tears welled in them. You hated that he had this affect on you. “Come on sweetheart. You know you want me back.”

You were at a loss for words. The only thing on your mind was getting back to the safety of your boys and getting the fuck out of here. You turned on your heel and sped walked through the bar until you saw the back of Cassian’s wings.

You rant the last few steps, grabbing Azriel’s arm to try and stop your hands from shaking. You looked back at the bar and saw your ex walking toward you. “I want to go home. We have to go now.” Azriel put his drink down on the high top table they were standing at, gently holding your arms.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Your whole body was shaking at this point. Cassian and Rhys followed your gaze and saw the male drunkenly stumbling towards you. “Was he bothering you?” Rhys’ voice tense and dark. You nod. “He’s my ex.”

You let your tears flow down your cheeks and that sent Cassian over the edge. He stretched out his neck and cracked his knuckles. Az steered you into Rhys’ arms copying Cassian’s movements. Your ex finally made it to the table and clearly couldn’t read their mood.

He tried to walk toward you but Cassian caught his shoulder in a bone crushing grip. “She doesn’t want to speak to you. I suggest you leave.” He growled out. “Or things won’t work out so well for you.” Az added, his voice deadly.

Your ex tried to push Cassian and that’s all they needed. Azriel’s shadows restrained him and he struggled against the dark chains. “Take her home.” Cassian commanded to Rhys. “We’ll be there in a bit.” The two Illyrians led the male outside. The last thing you saw was the door slamming shut before darkness surrounded you and Rhys.

When light appeared again you were back in the living room of the Town House. You collapsed on the couch and began to sob. Rhys held you against him rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s ok. You’re safe now, it’s just us. No one’s going to hurt you y/n.”

Pulling yourself together you sat up and wiped at your eyes. Rhys scooted down the couch an inch to give you some space as you took deep breaths. “I hate that he got this reaction out of me.” You gave him a sad look which he returned. “I know darling. Sometimes we hold on to things without even knowing it. And it’s ok to cry about it, there’s nothing wrong with letting those emotions out.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, slipping your arms around his neck as he pulled you into his lap.

A few moments later Cassian and Azriel came in the front door. Their knuckles bloody and panting. You rose form the couch motioning for the, to follow you. You led them to the upstairs bathroom and pointed at the edge of the massive tub, “Sit.”

They followed your orders and waited with their hands resting on their knees. Rhys came to stand next to you handing you two cloths. You wet both of them and started wiping their hands. “You don’t have to do this y/n.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it was when you left him at Rita’s. You just shook your head and continued cleaning his scarred hands until most of the blood was gone.

You threw the cloth in the laundry bin, picking up the other to clean Cassian’s hands. When you were done you kissed them both on their foreheads, pulling them up and leading them to bed.

That night they squished you extra tight between them. Making you feel safe and secure.

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punishereditz · 1 year

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Under The Table

Pairing: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Slow burn. Enemies to lovers. Fake dating. One use of y/n. Little bit of angst. Bad family relationships. Mommy issues. Smut. Unprotected sex. P in V. Marking kink. Praise kink. Choking kink. Creampie.

AN: This is by far my favorite story I have ever wrote.

Summary: 'Kick me under the table all you want; I won't shut up.'

You smiled warmly at Bradley, and he knew by the look on your face and how nicely you were acting, you were up to something. "Okay, what do you want? Spit it out." He took a sip of his beer, tilting his head at you.

"I need a favor. I need you to come to this family dinner and pretend to be my boyfriend..." You trailed off. Smiling at him nervously as you waited for him to speak, but he only looked at you perplexed.

"Your family knows me; they won't believe it." You rolled your eyes. Leaning against the hard deck counters and stretching. Sighing in defeat. Knowing that he has a point.

"True, but I'm desperate here." You pleaded.

"Can't you just get out of it?"

"I have. Eight times. They won't let me talk my way out of it this time. I have no choice but to go." He hummed. Nodding his head as he took in the information. He looked up and saw your sad expression, knowing that diner with your family is the last thing you want to.

"When is it?" He asked.

"Tomorrow night." Bradley goes to respond but he is quickly cut off.

"Could I have one more sweetheart?" Jake spoke from behind you. And when you turned to him, he held a cocky grin. His eyes glistening with sin, and you put on your fakest smile you could put on.

You turned your back to him to get his beer, and when you did, his eyes skimmed over your body, and Bradley noticed it. He noticed how Jake looked at you. How he always looks at you for that matter. Bladley knows that Jake flirts with everyone, but you? It's this constant game of teasing and toying with you. And Jake knows you hate it. He knows that you can't stand him, so he takes his game of flirting to level ten with you. At this point, after months of flirting, it's just become an ambitious sport for him. And for you, it has been tortuous.

But as Bradley looks at Jake practically undress you with his stare; he gets an idea. A brilliant, evil idea. He knows there's a good chance you'll hate him for it, but not only him, but also everyone else sees the tension that you two have had between each other for almost a whole year. So, he puts it all out on the table, and he goes over to Jake as you hand him his drink. Looking between him and you.

"Hey, y/n was just telling me that she is looking for a date for tomorrow." Bradley swings his arm over Jake, a smile tugging at his lips.

Your eyes grow wide as you look at Rooster. Your heart sinking to your stomach and your breath being pulled right out of your lungs. Fear taking over your body as you feel every muscle tense.

"Is that so?" Jake looks over to you. Looking at the death glare you give both Bradley and him.

"Yes, but I've got it all sorted out." You spoke through gritted teeth. Trying your very best to say it nicely and put on a smile, but you failed miserably.

"Really? Cause you were just telling me that-" Bradley tries to speak, but you quickly put a stop to it.

"Bradley..." You said in a warning tone, and by the look you were giving him, he knew that he was for sure a dead man.

"You know, I would love to keep you company sweetheart." Jake said his words arrogantly and it only made your blood boil hotter. And at this point, you were so annoyed, you didn't even care if you were nice or not.

"Call me sweetheart one more time and you'll be paying for everyone's round." You let your filter drop and said what you wanted to.

Bradley knew by the darkness that grew in your eyes that he should step in. "Can I speak to you?" He gently put his hand on your shoulder and he went back to where he sat.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" You spoke before he could, and he sighed.

"You know just as well as I do that your family won't buy that we're together." He tilts his head, and you don't want to hear. Mostly because you know it is true.

"It's one night with him. Then it's over." He reassures you. Taking your hands in his.

"We hate each other, how am I supposed to make them believe that we care for each other?" You say in true panic. You know Rooster is right. It will just be one night for two hours at most. You see him every day, so how's that night going to be any different?

You know that Jake is the only way you could make it work because Rooster can't do it. You shake your head, scoffing. Laughing at yourself because this situation just keeps getting more and more ridiculous by the second. Your mother has been up your ass about when you would start dating. It's the only thing she talks about when she sees you, and it is your last worry. You're too busy trying to graduate from medical school and keep the lights on, but she is worried about when you will find a man. All your sisters and brothers are dating, getting married, having kids, and you don't want that. Not yet. But she refuses to see eye to eye with you.

So, finally one day, in frustration, you blurted out that you're dating someone so she would leave you alone about it, but that wasn't good enough. Oh, no. She has to meet him. So, you look from Bradley to Jake. Rolling your eyes, knowing what you have to do. You take a deep breath. Letting go of Roosters hands and walking back to the man that is smugly smiling at you.

It's only one night. It's only one night. You remind yourself. "Meet me at my house at five, not a second later." You say firmly. You go to walk away, but you quickly turn back to him. "Wear something nice." You write your address and number down on a napkin, handing it to him. "We'll talk over everything on the way there." You walk away before he can say a word. Shooting Bradley one last death glare, and he only smiles proudly.

You go back to work. Trying to focus on wiping the counters down, and not the mistake you just made. Uh, I'm going to regret this. You thought to yourself. The feeling of dread taking over you.

You sprinted into your bedroom, not even standing in the room for more than a second until you heard a knock at the door. You let your head fall forward, sighing, you run your hand over your face. Turning around and leaving the room, you went to the door to be greeted by Jake who is actually on time.

He looked you up and down, his eyebrows furrowing. "What are you wearing?" He said with a tone of disgust that made you scoff.

"My scrubs." You explained.

"Why?" He shrugged his shoulders as he looked down at you.

"I just got out of school." You stepped out of your door. Locking it behind you, not even worrying about trying to change, knowing that you don't have any time.

"You're in medical school?" He asked as he followed you to your car. Getting in the passenger's seat.

"Yes." You respond, taking a deep breath. He nodded slowly. He looked you up and down once more. He hummed to himself. Having no idea that you were in medical school. And now that he sits and thinks about it, it all makes sense. It explains why you are so tired some days at The Hard Deck. Why you work so hard, trying to make as much money as possible.

But he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as you started talking. You told him why he was going with you, and that he had to pretend to be your boyfriend, and that made him laugh. The whole situation was hilarious to him. Truth be told, he thought it was priceless. He couldn't get enough of it. Having to pretend to be your boyfriend because you got frustrated with your mother? He loved it. He has been trying so long to get close to you, and all it took was you losing your temper and Bradley running his mouth. Who knew?

You sure as hell wasn't expecting this. You didn't see this going this way, but here you are in your car with Hangman, explaining to him that he needs to be your boyfriend for the night. God, how stupidly ridiculous. The closer you got to your mother's house, the more anxious you got. Your leg was bouncing, and your breath was unsteady. Your hands fidgeting on the steering wheel. You were on edge and Hangman noticed it. I mean, he knew that you were nervous about this, but he didn't realize just how badly it bothered you. It made him sad, seeing you so edge.

You took a deep breath, leaning back in your seat. You stopped the car and looked up to the house. "Let's get this over with." You mumbled. Getting out of the car. You opened your back door and grabbed your sweater, putting it on, you hugged it tight to your chest. Walking up to the door, Hangman followed close behind you and his stare stayed on you. He looked at you closely and how you shivered. He didn't know if it was nerves, or that you were just cold, or maybe a little bit of both.

You knocked at the door and only a second later, the door swung open. Your mother had a huge smile on her face, and she held her arms open. Wrapping you up in hug. What's so bad about this? Hangman thought to himself.

She let go of you but kept her hands on your arms. She looked you up and down. "Uh, what are doing wearing those scrubs?" Her tone was playful, but you knew she was serious.

"I didn't have time to change." You spoke softly. Hangman looked down at you, concern in his eyes as he saw how uncomfortable you were, and it confused him. He wanted to know why, but he didn't have time to think. Your mother wrapping him up in a hug.

"You must be the boyfriend!" She beamed. Then looked him up and down with curiosity, she stepped out of the way. Holding her hand out in a gesture, letting you step inside. She closed the door behind you, and Jake continued to stare at you curiously. Your arms crossed over your chest. Your mother walked up to him and held her hand out to him and introduced herself. "And you are?" She raised a brow at him.

"Jake Seresin." He shook her hand. Giving her small smile. "She hasn't told you about me?" Hangman looked down to you, his words playful. You nudged his arm. Shooting him a glare. This is going to be a long night. You thought.

"Ah, all she talks about is work." Your mother chuckled and her words irritated you. Typical.

"Let's eat. Shall we?" You spoke up. Putting a smile on. You interrupted before it could go any further and she clapped her hands together happily.

She walked you over to the table before she went into the kitchen. Jake sat by you. You keep your eyes down. Your mother starting to bring food to the table. She then sat down herself. Sitting across from you. You both fixed your plate, then she spoke.

"So, tell me, how did you two meet?" She asked and you froze. You looked over to Hangman, and he had the same fear in his eyes as you did.

"Well..." He started, but you interrupted him.

"He came into the bar one night celebrating. And..." You chuckled. Before you continued. "He can't hold his liquor. He got so sick, and I had to take care of him. I mean, he puked everywhere." You turned to look at Jake and he was steaming with anger. You smiled proudly. Maybe tonight might not be so bad after all.

"Aw, that's nice." Your mother said genuinely, and you brought your napkin up, covering your mouth. Trying to hold back your laughter. "Now, Jake, what is it that you do?" She looked up to him.

"I'm a naval aviator ma'am. Top of my class at Top Gun." He grinned proudly. Eating the food.

"Really? I thought you were third." You smirked, sipping your wine. He brought his hand up, taking a bite of his food, he used his elbow to hit the bottom of the wine glass. Making you spill it down your chest.

He bit his lip to hide his smile. He turned to you, grabbing a napkin. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. Let me get that for you." He used a napkin to rub your chest. And as you stared at him, you were thinking of a hundred different ways you could kill him.

"It's fine honey." You spoke through gritted teeth, and he kept moving his hands over your chest, you waited until your mom wasn't paying attention, then you slapped his hand. Snatching the napkin from him. He had to hold his laugh back.

"How long have you been together?" She asked and you wondered how many questions she was going to ask.

"A year."

"6 months." You both spoke over each other.

You looked over at him confused. "Uh..." You began to spoke. "6 months." You said, nodding your head, putting a smile on your face.

Your mom slowly nodded, and she hummed, eating the food. She looked between the two of you. "Jake, how did you ask my daughter out?" Oh, dear god. You thought.

"Oh, actually, I asked him out." You spoke before he could, and his eyes grew wide in fear. "Yeah, I kept waiting and waiting for him to make a move, until finally one day I just asked him out myself." You chuckled.

Glaring over at Jake, you have never seen him get so mad before. Then, suddenly, he kicked your foot under the table. You groaned and when you did, your mom looked up to you confused. You pretended to cough. Acting like you were choked, you glared over to Jake, then you leaned over to him.

Whispering in his ear, "Kick me under the table all you want, I won't shut up." You nudged him, then looked back to your mom. What she said next completely shocked the both of you.

"So, when are you having kids?" Your eyes grew wide, and your cheeks blushed in embarrassment. Jake snorted the wine up his nose, choking. You sighed, completely embarrassed and surprised by your mom's words.

"Not anytime soon." It was impossible to hide the irritation in your tone.

"Well, why not? You need to settle down. He has a good job. It's time to think of the future." She spoke and you gripped the fork tightly. Your knuckles turning white, Jake noticed how badly it bothered you.

"I do have the future in my mind." You didn't even try to speak nicely or put on a smile.

"Clearly not. You don't want to keep kids in daycare with strangers. You need to quick that job." You rolled your eyes and stood up. Putting your napkin down on the plate harder than you meant to. You grabbed your plate, then spoke. "Can I talk to you in the kitchen?" You said to your mother. Walking to the kitchen. She then stood up and followed you.

"What's wrong honey?" She asked as you sat your plate in the sink. You turned to her. Rage in your eyes. "What's wrong? You completely embarrassed me out there." You said annoyed.

"Oh, don't be silly." Your rage grew.

"Silly? I don't want to be a stay-at-home mom! I don't want to be a housewife! I like working. I enjoy it. I always have. Why can't you fucking see that?!" You lost it. You finally had it to your wits end. Tears were in your eyes, and you stormed out.

You rushed outside and got into your car. You rubbed your hands over your face. Taking a deep shaky breath, you didn't allow any tears to fall down your face. You just stared down into your lap. Sitting there with your thoughts, then, a few minutes later, the passenger's side door opened. Jake got in, staring at you, he looked at you worriedly.

"You okay?" His voice was soft and comforting.

"I'm fine." You kept your stare down. Fidgeting with your hands. "I'm sorry about that. I don't typically lose my temper." You said sincerely. Looking up to him, you softly smiled.

"You don't need to apologize. I understand." He kept a comforting warm tone with you. He looked down for a moment.

"Why don't you let me drive you home?" You looked to him confused. Why would he do that? You thought to yourself. You looked at him closer. At the concern on his face. Why is he acting so nice? You didn't understand it. Just a few minutes ago he was spilling wine on you, now he is trying to comfort you. And why do you actually feel safe with him? He's usually the last person you want to be around, but right now, you couldn't be happier to be with him.

You looked down. Then slowly nodded. "Yeah..." You whispered. Getting out of the car, you walked over to his side. He closed the door for you, then he got into the driver's seat. Pulling off of the curb, he started driving to your apartment.

The ride was silent, but it wasn't bad. It was comfortable silence. Odd enough. It confused you though. Why he was doing this for you. He is probably just trying to be nice. You thought. You're sure that that is all it is. He just feels bad. He's giving you ride back to your apartment, that's all. Hangman probably could care less. Right...? You started questioning things. Finally, you shook your head, trying to shake your thoughts that was running a 100 miles per hour.

You came to a stop in front of your place. He got out of the car, coming and opening your door, you got out. He started walking with you to the door until he spoke, "Can't hold my liquor, huh?" He smiled down at you, and you started laughing.

"Puking like crazy." You joked. Starting to laugh harder, it warmed Jake's heart that he was able to make you laugh. "Hey, you deserved that." You chuckled. Looking up at him. You stopped in front of the door to your building.

"Yeah, guess I did." He chuckled with you. His smile growing. He rested his hands in his pockets.

"Was the wine spilling necessary?" You raised a brow up at him.

"Oh, absolutely. You deserved that." He used your own words against you. "Guess that makes us even." His smile grew as you laughed at him. Shaking your head.

"You're an asshole Jake Seresin." You chuckled, smiling warmly at him. He took a step closer to you. His eyes locked on yours.

"And you're a jerk." His words were teasing and there was something about the way your name sounded on his tongue made your breath hitch.

As he stepped even closer, the tension was so strong, you could cut it with a knife. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Cupping your face, he leaned closer. His eyes traveling from your eyes down to your lips. Then, he kissed you. His lips softly pressed against yours. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, it was racing so fast. You leaned into him. His hand going to your hip, and you rested your hands on his shoulders. He pulled away. His breathe a little bit heavier than it was before.

Your eyes went to his, and you needed more. And as if he read your mind. He bent down, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs, he threw you over his shoulder. His hand slapping your ass.

"Jake!" You squalled, and he laughed. He started to walk up the stairs. "What number?" He asked for your apartment number.

"47." He nodded, but you couldn't see him. He slapped your ass again. Not being able to resist himself. He put you down once he got to your door. You unlocked it, going inside, he followed behind you, and before you could close the door, he grabbed your legs. Lifting you up in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands on your ass, he closed the door, leaning his head up, he kissed you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss. You grind against him, and he moaned into your mouth. He led you to your bedroom, and he tossed you down on the bed. With a devilish grin, he crawled on top of you. Kissing your lips, his hands moved over your sides, then up to your breast. He lightly squeezed them. He pulled away, leaving messy kisses along your neck. You let your head fall back, your legs squeezing around his hips. He bit at your skin. Leaving marks on you, he raised up, his hand going to your shirt. You arched your back up. Allowing him to take it off.

Your hands went to his pants, but he grabbed your hands, stopping you, he pinned your hands down with one hand, his other hand moving along skin. Making goosebumps tickle at your skin. His hand snaked up your back, he unhooked your bra. Pushing it off of your shoulders, he threw it over his head with a low chuckle. His eyes ghosting over your bare chest, he groaned before he attacked your neck. His kisses rough, he grinds his hips against yours, kissing down your chest, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it. He gently bit down, then moving his tongue in circles. You arched your back, pushing your chest up in his mouth. A moan slipped from your mouth.

He moved over to your other breast, giving it the same amount of affection. When he pulled away, he made a pop sound. You pulled him up to you, your lips going to him. You kissed him, your tongue teasing his. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up. You both walked around the bed. Not breaking the kiss. You tugged at his shirt, desperate to have your hands on his skin. He pulled his shirt over his head. Your eyes dropping to his skin. His hands started to unzip his pants. Pulling them down with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of him.

"Like what you see?" He raised a brow at you, a cocky grin on his lips. You rolled your eyes, scoffing, you pushed him back on the bed. You pulled your pants off, then you crawled on top of him. Kissing his neck, you kissed his abs, then you bit at his v line, and he whimpered under you. Your smile growing at his sweet sounds.

You kissed him desperately. The kiss all teeth and tongue. Completely messy. You started to rock your hips against him. He pulled away, groaning. His hands going to your hips, he gripped them tightly. He took your breast in his mouth. Needlingly kissing them. He took his cock in his hand, pumping it. He moved it along your folds, making you moan. He slowly pushed it inside of you.

You started to lower yourself down on him. The both of you sighing. He leaned up to kiss you. He wanted more. He needed more. If he was being honest, he didn't see things going anywhere between the two of you. He saw how determined you were. That the flirting was going nowhere. But now, you were riding his cock. Rocking your hips back and forth. He can't believe it. He feels like he is living in a dream. A beautiful, sweet, wet dream. But it's so real. He's actually fucking you, touching you, kissing you. He's always pictured what your body might look like, and it is even better than he could have imagined. Your sounds are even more heavenly than he fantasize.

He couldn't stop staring. He couldn't stop touching you. His hand moved from your hips, up your sides, to your breast, then he rested his hand on your throat. When he did, you clenched your walls tight around him. You were so close.

"That's it. Good girl. You like this?" His voice was lower as he praised you. His grip on your neck tightening just a little bit. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head, you moaned his name, your movement getting faster. He pushed his hips up into yours. A choked moan leaving your lips.

"Come for me sweetheart." He whispered into your ear. His middle finger going to your clit. Applying pressure to it, circling it. That's all it took for you to lose it. You milked his cock, moaning his name loudly. He kept pushing his hips into you until he soon hit his own climax. Filling you up, he whimpered. His hips slowing down as you both came down from your high. You moved off of him. His hand went to your waist. He traced small circles on your skin.

"That was..." You trailed off. Your breath heavy. You were speechless.

"The best you ever had?" He teased. His grin cheeky. You playfully slapped his chest.

"Don't worry. I'm not done with you yet." He spoke mischievously. Pulling you back on top of him.

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imyourbratzdoll · 10 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚-𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏

hello, my babies! I am so so so sorry for disappearing and for not writing! I keep running into writer's block, especially regarding my requests, as there's an overload of smut in there, and there are only so many times you can write smut, haha. I hope you like what I've written, all thanks to sebastian stan for looking so fine and @lovebittenbyevans for putting the idea of cop sebastian in my mind! I am open to turning this into a small series, kinda like what @navybrat817 does with their fics. inspired by this photo

summary - there's a fundraising event in your small town, and you happen to run into the hottest officer in town.

warning - the word cunt is used, and thoughts of feeling something's hand against their private parts.

the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

It was a hot day as you walked toward the fundraising function held at the local park. Your cherry-printed sundress flowed perfectly in the breeze, and your pink glossy plumped lips spread into a soft smile as you passed by your friendly neighbours. You approach your friend's coffee stand, thanking her graciously, as she instantly hands you the cold drink. Your lips immediately wrap around the straw, drinking the liquidity goodness into your mouth.

“Sooo, baby. Did you see Sebastian?!” Your friend whisper-yells, staring at you with wide eyes as though she has some secrets to spill. You shake your head, not knowing that he is here. “Oh my god! You need to see him! If you thought he was hot in his uniform, you’re going to be on the ground when you see his outfit!”

You giggle, shaking your head at your friend’s excitement. “You and every other woman in town are obsessed.” You look through her assortment of snacks she has set out, not wanting to look around for the man you guys are talking about. “How much do you want for the coffee?” You reach into your small pink bag, ready to take out your purse.

“Nothing, it was already paid for before you arrived.” You look at her with furrowed brows, and she smirks at you in response.

“I have a feeling you won’t tell me who.” You squint at her. “Unbelievable.” You shake your head, “Alright, well. I’m going to go look around for a bit.” You lean over and give her a hug before setting off and beginning to look around at the stalls everyone has set up. You hear laughter, and your eyes follow the sound. There stands the police force, all chatting and having a good time. Your breath hitches as your eyes land on Sebastian, one of the hottest officers in your small town. He stands, glistening into the sun with a tan, his body somehow sparkling. Your eyes move down, gulping as you notice his white wife-beater hugging his figure perfectly, how bulky and oversized his biceps look in it. Your gaze moves down, feeling drool in your mouth as you notice his nicely fit slacks. A whimper nearly falls from your lips. The thing that really ties the whole look together is his little man bun.

You hear a cheer, followed by your name being called, and your eyes move around the group until you land on Anthony, his hands waving around, causing the other men to look over, and you give a soft smile. “Y/n! Come over, baby!” You walk over, chuckling as his arms wrap around you and bring you into a hug. “We’ve been looking for you! Well, actually… Ow!” You look up in time to see a can bouncing off Anthony’s head, and he glares at someone. “What the hell, man?! That’s littering!”

You turn your head, feeling your heart pound as your eyes connect with pretty blues. Sebastian smirks, giving you a nod. “Sorry, Bud. Couldn’t have you running your mouth, especially in front of this gorgeous woman.” He winks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He spreads his arms, raising a brow. “Where’s my hug, Princess?” You slowly move from Anthony’s hold and into Sebastian’s. Your arms wrap around him, and you sink into him. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling your head become fuzzy as you take in his delicious scent. How could he smell and feel so nice? He should be illegal. “I see you received the coffee.” Sebastian pulls back and gives you a smirk, his eyes flicker down to your plump lips, and his tongue flicks out as he imagines what your gloss would taste like against his lips.

“You’re the one who bought this for me?!” You look at him, shocked but not surprised. Sebastian had always managed to pay for your things before you even arrived. He nods before directing his attention to the group, spinning you so your back is against his front and his arms wrap around your waist. Your body heats up, feeling your cunt throb from his actions. “Thank you…” You let out quietly, softly smiling as he leans down and kisses the top of your head in response.

“Damn! You’re wasted being a cop, Stan!” Anthony chuckles, sipping his coffee as he stands with his hand in his pocket.

Sebastian huffs, “And why is that, Mackie?” Anthony smirks, looking between you and Sebastian.

“Because you’re killing all the ladies!” You burst out into a fit of giggles, “So, you would’ve made a great criminal.” Anthony’s brows wiggle, “Sebastian Stan! Killer of Women! He’s the killer that gets away!” His voice booms, and the other officers laugh.

“Hmm, I could get on that. But there’s only one lady that I’d love to kill with my charm.” Sebastian smirks, looking down at you without you noticing. He pulls you flush against his body, enjoying the shivers that run through you. You felt nice in his arms. Your gaze followed his tanned arms and landed on his large, veiny hands, accessorised with rings. Ones that make you wonder what they would feel like against your most sensitive part. You enjoy being this close to him. You could feel the jealous daggers from the women around you, but you didn’t care about them. You were in Officer Stan’s arms, the hottest guy in town.

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heartilywrites · 19 days

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could you write a fluff korra x fem reader fic? i loved give in to me!!

omg hi !! im so glad you loved it 🥺 this is my first request, hope you enjoyed it and love it as much as i loved writing it!!!

♡ — Ready? Take 3! ; Korra

resume: Korra had been wanting to tell you how she felt for quite some time now.

content warning: fluff and comfort ; fem and earthbender!reader ; for plotting reasons, Mako and Korra never had a relationship ; a long os 'cause I kinda got excited ; no use of y/n ; the only thing I described from physical looks are the eyes, but because the ppl from the Earth Kingdom have green eyes ;

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𝓘 made my mind long ago, but I still needed more time.

Love can be such a magical thing, can't it? Falling in love with someone you appreciate, feeling like you're floating when you are near to that person, butterflies in your stomach when you have them near, an electric touch when their hands are on you, your heart beating a hundred per second. . . Okay, sometimes it may be confused with anxiety, but Korra felt that way with you. In a good way! Korra thought love would be easy to handle for her. I mean, she's the avatar! she should be able to do everything, right?

But it was hard for her to understand how it worked. She knew you since her probending days with the team, between Bolin and you were helping her with her earthbending. She realize she was in love with you on one of the practices where Bolin was absent because he felt asleep.

That time alone with you made her realized how much she loved spending time with you, how she felt complete with you near, how her heart raced when she made you laugh and how she adored having your whole attention.

So she thought about talking about it to you.

Three tries. It took her three tries to say what she wanted. The first one was at the Glacier Spirits Festival.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Who are we staring at?” Asami said over her shoulder, scaring the brunette one, making her jump in her place.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “No one!” she was quick to exclaim, but the pale girl looked the way she was and smiled excited when she saw you scolding Bolin for shoving a whole bird in his mouth. “You know, staring at her won't do anything.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do what? I don’t know what you're talking about, I don’t want to do anything.” the avatar mumbled, looking away. Asami laugh softly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sure you don't.” she smiled, one of her arms passed the brunette's shoulders. “Let's go, I'll take Bolin from her and you can stay and do nothing.” Asami tried to copy her friend's tone while she forced the avatar to walk your way.

When the pair arrived with you, your eyes lit up at the sight of Korra. She was too nervous to notice. “Hey, I need Bolin for a couple of minutes; I brought you another companion in exchange!” the inventor spoke.

Asami shoved Korra to you and was quick to take Bolin by the wrist to take him away with a 'but, my food!' complaint from him. The avatar was quick to straighten after bumping into you, her cheeks were light pink and her smile was nervous. “Hi. . . Uhm, do you want to play the booths?” she asked timidly pointing at one with mini Aangs in it.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I would love to!” you exclaimed and that gave Korra the courage to take you hand and walk to the booth.

The night was great, both of you were having the best time of your lives. Laughing, cheating in the most subtle way possible, eating a bunch of things until your stomach was full. She won a flying bison and a koalaotter plushies while you won a badgermole. At the end of the night, both of you were walking back to the tents where the whole group were staying at.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You should've seen your face when the ferris wheel stopped at the top!” she had been laughing at you for about five minutes now and you couldn't resist to join her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I hate heights! Stop making fun of me!” you tried to defend yourself while holding your stomach. It didn't took long to get to the tents. “It was fun, Korra. I had a great night, thank you.”

The southerner smiled fondly at you before nodding. “I had a great night too. . .” both of you stayed quiet while arriving to the doorstep of the tents, but it was a comfortable silence. “Listen, I...”

The sight of your green eyes stopped her words. It was right there, that was the moment, she needed to do it.

Korra took a big breath in.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want you to have the koalaotter.” she said, cowering at the last second. You smiled big and took the plushie when she extended it.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you!” you exclaimed admiring the plushie while Korra admired you. A moment later you extended the badgermole back at her. “Let's exchange, I want you to have it. I have something from you and you have something from me.” you said blushing hard. She accepted more than grateful and smiled at you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll take good care of it.” she said, getting a small 'I know you will' from you before waving goodbye for the night.

Maybe she had a chance?

The second time was in Zaofu.

After helping prevent the kidnapping of Korra by the Red Lotus, you were the first one to come in once the girl got her mobility back.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “My spirits, Korra!” you exclaimed running to give her a hug which was pretty much reciprocated with a bit of strength from the Avatar. “I'm glad you're okay. I got so scared.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Me too.” she murmured close to your ear. Seconds that felt like hours, Korra spent in your arms, breathing in your scent while she could feel how fast your own breathing was. “I'm here, don't worry.”

You separated a little bit from the hug to look at her face and smiled fondly at her, she smiled back at you. A clear of throat busted the bubble you both were in. “Go get some rest, kids, we'll be making the questioning at first thing in the morning.” Lin said, both of you looked at her and then at each other.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll take her to her bed.” you told them before helping the southern stand up, you made her rest one of her arms on your shoulders and one of yours wrapped around her waist so she could lean on you completely.

The walk to Korra's room was slow, you didn't pressure her to walk faster and she thanked that in silence.

Once at her room you helped her to get in and tuck her in, giving Naga a pet when she got closer to make sure her friend was fine.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm going to stay here a little bit if you need anything.” you said, sitting by her side in the bed, she smiled.

She looked for your hand which you took without a problem into yours, leaving caresses on the back of her hand with your thumb. Both of you stayed quiet, your eyes looking at the union of hands and her eyes tracing your silhouette, making sure she got your image printed in her head.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I shouldn't ask you to come here with me. It's dangerous.” she broke the silence surrounding you both, you frowned looking up at her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't be ridiculous, Korra. I know when to agree or decline to things.” you said, a bit annoyed at what you heard.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, but I put you in danger and–” you interrupted her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm here because I like being with you.” she blinked surprised. “If I can help you, I will. I appreciate you a lot, Korra, you're my friend.”

And at the noun used on her, her whole confession faded away. You looked at her as a friend, she thought. She sighed and nodded. “You need to rest, we have people to question in a couple of hours.” the avatar responded, smiling a little bit. You nodded, standing up and making the attempt to walk out. The hand she had intertwined with yours pulled you back, you looked at her surprise. “Let's do a sleepover, yeah?” she made space on the bed.

You thought about it for a second before smiling and accepting the offer, it took both of you a great amount of three minutes to fall asleep, facing each other, feeling at ease with the presence of the other.

The third time was three years after saying goodbye to her, she was going back to the Southern Water Tribe. She said she needed time to herself, you send her letters everyday, getting letter back every couple of weeks and one day it suddenly stopped.

You didn't thought much of it, maybe she was just preparing everything to come back to the city and you didn't had time either to think about it.

Once you were told Kuvira's plan to attack Zaofu, you went back to the city in a try to help Suyin. After all, she helped you learn how to metalbend and you felt like that was the least you could do.

You arrived a couple of hours before Korra, but didn't cross her way since after talking to Suyin you got to an emergency training taught by the twins to make sure your metalbend was sharp.

After that, you got to sleep since the twins got the best out of you in just hours, missing the reunion with the avatar and got woken up by Wing saying they needed help to take Kuvira from the camp outside Zaofu, and so you did. Then got captured.

On your suit you narrowed your eyes at the silhouettes facing Kuvira. They shot back open in surprise. “Korra!?”

The avatar's heart raced, the feelings she ignored all that time resurfaced when she saw you. Trapped. You were moving desperate to get out of the trap. “Dear spirits, no...” she murmured to herself, the girl stayed in line, she tried not to freak out and attack Kuvira at that moment, she needed to come to an agreement.

The southerner could feel your gaze on her, she was desolate trying to win the fight to get you out of there. To have you in her arms and hold you tight. To tell you how much she missed you.

But the luck wasn't on her side that day and she lost. You watched how the flying bison got away with tears in your eyes, wishing, hoping to get a chance with her.

The next days captured with the Beifongs were... An experience. You were so grateful when you saw Lin, Bolin and Toph appear, you were the second one to get out and helped as much as you could to get out of the factory safe.

You were behind Suyin, Bolin and Zhu Li when they interrupted the president's meeting. When Korra laid eyes on you she was quick to hug you, a strong grip between the both of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so glad to see you.” you said in a sigh, it almost felt like a weight fell off your shoulders.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I am too... You have no idea how much I missed you.” she said back, after a while you two took a step back. “I need to tell you something.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It will have to wait, we have big problems.” even though you stopped her from talking and made her pay attention to Zhu Li, you took her hand. You needed to feel her touch to make sure it was her and not another dream.

Since the matter was life or death, both of you were able to put on hold the confessions to have your head in the game and survive whatever Kuvira threw at you. Plans were made, groups designated and goodbyes said from one group to another. It felt like the end of something, but everyone was so hopeful for a good ending.

And you were too, but you needed to do something before.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, Korra, I need to talk to you.” you called the southerner, pulling the girl by the hand a little bit farther from the group. “Okay, listen, I've been trying to tell you this for years now, but I just couldn't–”

Your words got caught up in your mouth when you felt the lips of the girl infront of you press into yours. It was a sweet kiss, full of emotions coming from both sides and a bit desperate in the act.

Her lips knew their way around yours, it was almost like you two already knew how to exchange that gesture. Her hands found their way in your waist just as yours rest confidently in her shoulders, she pulled you as close to her as the anatomy would allow.

Once both yours and her lungs where burning in need of air, you pulled away. She rest her forehead in yours, her eyes were still closed for a bit before opening them and stumbling into your gaze. The one she had been loving since you arrived to her life, she smiled.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you.” she confessed finally, your cheeks were just as red as hers and you let a light giggle left your mouth. “I love you so much, since you first stomped in my feet at the probending gym.” your face got even more red at the memory. “I'm sorry for disappearing and for not writing you back enough, I just... I needed time to heal.”

You shook your head a bit, reassuring her with a little smile. “It doesn't matter, you are here, you are okay and I couldn't ask for more... I love you too, Korra, I always had.” the avatar could swear her heatbeats were loud enough for everyone on the place to hear them.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Once this is done I want to take you out. You and me alone.” she said before finally taking a step back from you, taking your hand into hers.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Sounds like a date.” you agreed before leaving a small peck in her lips.

And then, the final battle took place.

People were flying here and there. You learned to use the metal wires and took Bolin or Mako up and down when needed, so it was safe to say once the Colossus was defeated and Kuvira arrested you were tired to your bones. There you stood, with the whole group, taking a break.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright, excuse me.” Korra said walking to you and hugging you by the waist while giving you a kiss. You could hear gasps, both of surprise and excitement.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “WHAT!?” Bolin screamed with his jaw dropped, Mako had almost a same expression meanwhile Asami, Jinora and Ikki where smiling excited, Ikki was jumping in her place.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I heard we will be going to a wedding.” you said once you both ended the gesture, referring to Zhu Li and Varrick's wedding when Varrick showed off his fiancee's ring while looking for Korra after the portal opened. “Wanna be my plus one?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Ooh, I would love to.” she giggled before turning to everyone else. “. . .I think we should get out of here.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “AREN'T YOU GOING TO TELL US HOW DID THIS HAPPENED!?” Bolin continued to scream.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, they will. They have to or I'm going to make them.” Asami said, Mako laughed.

Maybe it was worth it to wait all those years for one of you to take the step, all the yearning and adoration for one to another made the result of that waiting so sweet, just as both of you had been dreaming of.

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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thinking about Bully!Eddie

passing you notes in class

18+

“Hey nerd.” Eddie whispers into your ear from his seat behind you in algebra. You try to ignore him, eyes staying fixed on the teacher at the front of the class. He tugs on one of your long braids causing your neck to strain back before he leans back in his seat with a laugh.

A couple minutes later a folded up note is being pressed onto the edge of your desk. You shoot him a glare as he smirks at you and winks as he mouths “read it.”

You roll your eyes as you unwrap it quietly, not wanting to get in trouble for passing notes.

“I heard you moan when I pulled your hair. You liked that didn’t you?”

You scoff and crumble the note before tossing it back to him. He laughs and opens it up, writing a new line.

“Ok ok but I think I need a tutor ;) Your place after school sound good for our first lesson?”

“Maybe if you’d actually pay attention and take notes, you wouldn’t be failing.” You scribble in your girly handwriting before discreetly passing the note back to Eddie.

He huffs out a laugh before writing his response.

“Meet me by my van after school.”

“We can’t go to my house, Eddie. Not happening.”

You pass the note back and hope that’s the end of it. As your fingers graze his, you both linger there for a second. He lets the pads of his guitar string calloused fingers caress the tips of yours and you instantly feel tingles. Your eyes look down at your hands and he has to hold back a smile when he sees the way your cheeks blush.

He opens the note and reads it as the teacher catches the both of you.

“Munson!” His head shoots up, your eyes scan the classroom, hoping no one noticed you were passing notes to him.

“What’s so interesting that you and Miss Meyers can’t wait to discuss it after class?”

You slump in your chair, wanting to disappear, wishing you wouldn’t have fallen for his immature tricks. I should’ve just ignored him. Kept taking my notes and he would’ve left me alone. Except you know that’s a lie. He wouldn’t have.

“Oh y/n was just asking if I wanted to study together after school, she thinks she can help me with this chapter.”

Your eyes grow wide as the blush on your cheeks covers your whole face. You wish you could just crawl out of the room and disappear. Why is he doing this??

“Oh well that’s nice. You could use the extra study time. You both could. Your last quiz score wasn’t up to your usual standards Miss Meyers.” You teacher chastised. Kill me now.

You got a D on your last quiz because every time the teacher looked away, Eddie ripped your paper from your desk to copy your answers. After you got halfway through the quiz, you started to circle wrong answers on purpose just so he’d get a bad grade too.

After the class bell rang, you and Eddie walked out of class with the rest of the students. He followed you to your locker, staring at your ass the entire time.

“You wearing a thong, baby?” He asked as he crowded behind you while you spun the combination into your lock. He left little room between you and the locker so you had to back up into him a bit to swing it open. “Mmm yeah baby, just like that. My lap was feeling empty.” He purrs as his hands grab your hips harshly.

“Ugh Eddie please.” You say as you grab what you need for your next class. His big brown eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. He leans his face close to you, sniffing at your hair. “Yeah, beg me for it baby, say my name again.” He says into your neck. “Gonna have you screaming it later in your room.” His breath is warm and minty on your skin, it feels so good and his words are making you wet but you try to act disgusted. You push back against him but he doesn’t go far. “So do you?”

You look at him confused. “Do I what? Want to study with you? No!”

“Oh you’re ‘studying’ with me.” He says using air quotes. “No doubt about that.. I meant do you wear thongs?”

You scoff, “You’re disgusting, Eddie.” You say as you slam your locker closed. His arm comes up to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Gimme a kiss and I’ll let you go.” He whispers against your lips. You want to kiss him. Everything in your body is telling you to lean forward and see if his lips feel as soft as they look. But you can’t because if you do, he wins.

“I’m not kissing you Eddie!” You say, maneuvering out of his strong grip. “If you really want me to help you study, you can come over after school but we’re only studying. Ok?”

He smiles wide as the class bell rings. “Ok, sweet angel. Whatever you say.”

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rengoku-tiredtimes · 2 years

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hello! if requests are open, then i have one for you!

hcs of genya shinazugawa with a child!reader (platonic) where genya saved the child from a demon and the child locked on to him and literally claimed him as his father. now the child is following him like a duckling all around n calling him dad, refusing to leave him alone, grabbing his leg and sitting on his foot to try and stop him from leaving for a mission, etc. do whatever you want!

hope you have a good day/night!

Father Figure

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I did what he did after saving you, reaction to you calling him Papa, some reactions from other slayers, and things you two do together! Thank you for being my first request Dear <3 [Gn! Reader]

Genya Shinazugawa

Once he saved you he decided to take you to a nearby Healing Place for demon slayers [Forgot what they're called lmao]

But he'd have you stay with him in the same room, the doctors bringing Genya some child close and toys

Specifically a little Duckling Plushie for you

Once he and you are all healed, he tried to take you back to the village he thought you were from

But once he got there, and asked around, he figured out that you didn't live there

Or you didn't have any family that lived there

So deciding to take you to the orphanage, Genya began to make his way toward it

But the thing was

Once he got there

He wasn't able to get you off of his leg

Resulting in him just taking you back to the compound, specifically the Butterfly Estate so he could get some help

And on the way back, he had noticed you clinging to him and trying to copy his movements

It warmed his heart so much-

Genya let out a sigh, staring down at your pouting form. "Y/n, I have to go on this mission."

"NO!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he muttered something under his breath. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of your shirt and tried to pry you off of his leg.

Keyword tried.

"Y/n I'm going to be late!"

"I. Don't. Care!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clung to his leg tighter.

"I want Papa to stay with me!"

It got quiet as you said that, Genya tensing up. Looking up at him cautiously, you saw a bright blush on his face as steam came out of his ears—his eyes swirled as he slumped sideways.

"KYAAAAAA—PAPAS TURNED PINK!!"

Now when Sanemi found out

Oh boy

He was so confused for a second like

"Did I miss something?" "When did you get a girlfriend-" "Was it a one-time thing?" "What the fuck iS HAPPENING-"

After he got his shit together [and Genya explained] he tck-ed and walked away

You just stared confused for a second before asking

"Whos he? He doesn't seem very nice"

Genya just stayed quiet and picked you up, walking away

Rengoku and Mitsuri love you to bits

When they first met you Mitsuri yelled about how cute you are and smuggled you with so much love [poor Genya was shocked]

While Rengoku questioned Genya on some things, making him answer him shyly [sweet baby :( <3]

Spoiling you with food and toys non-stop

Genya has to stop them, but it fails cause his voice is so small and scared :(

He's terrified and confused cause why are the hashira talking to him-

But then Mitsuri told him to come over for dinner and he just

Genya.ex has stopped working

Poor baby is overwhelmed with anxiety and shit

But he goes anyways cause you looked so happy :(

"Thank you again for inviting us over Kanroji-Sama" Genya said quietly, not looking the pillar in the eyes.

"Of course! You and Y/n are welcome anytime!" Mitsuri responded, setting another plate of food on the table.

She had made a whole buffet for dinner, obviously really excited to have you and Genay over. It looked really good.

"Thank you Ms. 'Anroji!" Pronouncing her last name was a bit hard for you. But it always brought a huge smile to her face.

"KYAAA YOU'RE SO CUTEEEE~!!"

Now when Genya has free time, he always hangs out with you

Taking you shopping, to get food, teaching you how to swim, etc.

It doesn't matter where you go or what you two do, he just loves hanging out with you

However, you won't go anywhere with Mr. Fluff, the duck you got when he first saved you

It goes everywhere with you and it is absolutely adorable

It has tea parties with you, where Genya is also attending [where you do his makeup and hair]

Painting sessions with you, where Genya has to wash Mr. Fluff the Duck after [He also hangs up the paintings in the house]

"PAPA!"

Jumping up from the couch, Genya rushed towards your room—gun in hand. Had something happen to you? Why did you yell? Fear was in your voice when you yelled-What happened?

Bursting into your room, finger on tricker he yelled. "What happened?! Are you ok?!"

The room was quiet, the only thing heard was your sniffles.

"Mr. Fluff the Duck got paint on him" You whimpered.

Genya choked on his air, falling to his side comedically.

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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星を探す瞳が好き

(MOSTLY IMPLIED) SOFT YANDERE! RIN ITOSHI x IDOL! READER

(ft. Sae x Reader’s Twin)

warnings: short reader, reader is older than rin, otherwise reader’s looks and info aren’t specified. all my knowledge comes from fics and wiki searching so i apologize if he’s ooc (even for a yandere)

might make a sae x reader / a fic but in the twin’s pov in the future if the brainrot persists

It had been a while since you’ve seen your twin brother’s boyfriend’s younger brother (that was a mouthful).

And you . . .

Well you barely even reached his shoulders.

And he’s two years your junior.

Throughout the dinner you four attended at home, you couldn’t help but glare at the handsome young man the entire time. Which in turn caused the meal to be hella awkward

Your brother and Sae didn’t really engage in PDA, at least verbally. Both preferred actions rather than professing their affections through words (You couldn’t count the amount of times Sae had made out with your brother after their matches on field).

And well, Rin is Rin.

So you were implicitly put in charge of creating conversation.

But Rin’s growth spurt just made you feel so jealous you couldn’t think of anything to say aside from ‘Damn you!’ or ‘Why????’.

Your annoyance was so obvious that even Rin himself noticed it. The dude with zero friends and social experience.

“You alright?” He asked, assisting you with the dishes.

“Huh? Yeah.” You averted your eyes, rubbing the sponge a little too hard on the poor plate.

“Did I . . . do something wrong?”

“What? No! It’s just — “ You put down the ceramic. Still avoiding eye contact with the younger Itoshi. “I’m . . . a little jealous of your genes that’s all.”

“My genes?”

“You grew up so quickly. I have to bend my neck to oblivion just to look at you directly.”

“But your height is part of your charm?”

“Huh?”

“It’s cute.” He took the plate and rinsed it. You could feel him staring at you intently. “Besides isn’t being shorter better for dancing?”

“Not when you’re as short as I am.” You continued doing the dishes with a sigh, pausing after properly digesting his words. “Hang on. Back up a moment will ya. You know I dance?”

“I . . . I watched all of your performances.”

“Ehhh . . . “ You nodded a few times . . . and then realized what his words meant. Finally rotating your head to face him, you yelled, “E H H H ? ! ? “

“I thought football was all you thought about!”

Now that you looked at him and can see his face, you noticed a slight flinching due to your volume. However it was quickly replaced with the smallest of smiles. “It used to be. My teammates listen to your songs a lot during practice and it just sort of stuck with me.”

“Point is. I like that part about you. I’m sure many of your fans do too.”

Before you two finish by drying everything with a towel, you spray a bit of water on Rin with your hands causing a bit of war. A really wet one.

It was about to get even wetter when you threatened to use a bowl of water but Rin beat you by caging your body and trapping your arms to the sink’s edge.

His face was inches from yours.

“Rin?”

He soon let go of your limbs, using his hand to trace your features. From your eyelids, to your cheeks and then your lips. He puts a little pressure with his thumb, almost inserting it into your mouth.

Then, his teal eyes met yours. His long, pretty under lashes mesmerized you, almost distracting you from the fact that his large figure was suffocating yours.

“I’d say you’re pretty luck when it comes to genes.”

EXTRA:

Rin lived and breathed football. Every moment was dedicated towards his passion.

That was still the case til now. It just so happened that his passion included you.

“Rin!” He recognized that voice immediately. He’s surprised he didn’t get whiplash with how fast his head swerved to meet your form.

“[Y/N]—?“

“Got a copy of your jersey! What do ya think ? “ You gave him a little spin, letting him see how the jersey basically swallowed you whole. He makes a mental note to slip in one of his used ones into your wardrobe. He was adept at discreetly taking stuff out of it anyways.

He was so flustered that he completely forgot to respond, so you opted to take his silence as approval, “I’m guessing you like it?” You winked. You’ve gotten a lot bolder since the reunion dinner and acted a lot more like your ‘idol’ self around him at times. He didn’t know whether he liked it or not. On one hand it was the personality he fell for at the beginning, on the other it was getting increasingly more difficult not to take you.

“Mhm.” He nodded. Fists clenched so tight he could feel some blood leaking. Self control was just so hard when he was around you.

“Is that . . . the [L/N] [Y/N]?” He heard his teammates holler behind him.

He grimaced, knowing they’ll hog your attention for the following moments.

But at least that means both of you were safe from his aching lust and obsession this time.

星を探す瞳が好き　

hoshi wo sagasu hitomi ga suki

— Those eyes that search for the stars, I love them / I love those eyes that search for the stars

— Lyrics for D4DJ Photon Maiden’s 暁 Akatsuki (Dawn)

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takenbypeter · 11 months

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Idea for an Adam Warlock one shot to help with your craving lol

After Adam is part of the new guardians, Reader comes back(can be any gender you want) and Adam finds Reader so strange, cause reader does things like eat random plants, make friends with the most threatening of creatures and simply just doesn’t have any sense of need for wellbeing as Reader literally throw themselves off of a cliff to see what’s down there; and Adam tries to copy these things cause of his fascination with Reader but rockets like ‘STOP THAT!’ and Adam ask why… you can decide the reason when you’re writing(could be power, could be simply cause Reader has done it so many times before)

Taking Risks

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 2906

Author’s note: Hey hey hey, thank you for requesting idk why but it took me a while to think of this one but i like the power reader has even though i may be confusing. Okay so for this one it might be a little confusing but I didn’t wanna make it like, “reader’s power is luck.” Instead this reader is from a planet where if their people die they come back as is but they lose all their memories

Adam sat surrounded by the other members of the all new Guardians of the Galaxy as their captain, Rocket, was discussing a new addition to the team; you.

“Before Quill left, him and I both agreed that this would be best for the team…” Adam’s eyes were glued to you, suspicion behind them as Rocket continued.

“We believe this new addition will add great value to the team, yadda yadda yah,” said the raccoon as he waved his hands nonchalantly, while Adam stayed stuck to you. He took note of your appearance, your skin was a deep orange shade with random scars scattered on multiple areas of your body.

“Everyone this is the new addition, Y/n,” Rocket said as he pointed at you. Adam observed as, despite the scars, and despite the appearance, you greeted the others with a wide smile. “Hello,” you waved, “I’m Y/n, I hope I can be a great addition to the team.”

The team welcomed you openly, and while Adam remained a little wary, he joined in the welcoming.

Just as expected, you were a great add on and like the rest of the team, Adam warmed up to you. You were an excellent fighter, capable of defeating others with your skill.

Yet the more Adam spent time with you whether it be on missions or anytime otherwise, the more he noticed how strange your ways were to him.

While you had now been with the team for a few weeks, Adam still knew nothing about you. Except that you were orange, you constantly ate weird glowing plants, he’s seen you practically throw yourself off cliffs, for what reason? He didn’t know. And you were constantly nice to any and every creature, unless of course they were truly harmful.

Adam found you so strange yet unique, he found himself curious about you and your kind, and he often could be seen observing you. You could say he grew fascinated by you, and while it went unnoticed by you, it wasn’t that way to everyone else.

Adam observed from afar as you peered over the edge of the cliff that you frequented often that was located on a planet you all had found to relax near Knowhere.

“Why don’t you just ask?” Came Kraglin’s voice practically startling the golden boy.

“Kraglin!” He shouted looking your way for a quick moment before shifting his whole body to face the man, “please don’t startle me like that I could’ve easily taken your head clean off.”

Kraglin’s hands automatically reach for his throat, no doubt imagining it, “well it’s not my fault you were too preoccupied with what’s going on over there,” he said, jutting his head in your direction.

Adam’s eyes followed to where he motioned, “I’m not preoccupied. I’m just…curious.”

“If you’re really curious then just go ask questions instead of staring like a creep,” he repeats before he’s called back by Rocket who needed the man's help with something.

Ask? Adam thought. Yeah obviously he’s thought of that before, but he never really found the correct setting, but what better time than the present time is what he told himself as he took steps towards your direction.

You were still stuck to the edge of the cliff when Adam had reached you, making his footsteps obviously noticeable in order not to startle you as he knew some people had a tendency to do (cough cough, Kraglin). As he stood beside you, you didn’t react, you were practically glued in place seated with your legs underneath you as you were bent over with your chest hanging over the cliff while your head was tilted with your ear positioned towards the bottom of the cliff.

Adam curiously turned to his side and stuck his ear out as well trying to hear something—anything that maybe you were hearing that he wasn’t.

But when he didn’t, he retracted his body, “what are we listening for?”

“Trying to hear if my friend is down there,” you replied leaning a little forward. Anyone else may have been frightened to be sat there with their body practically tilting over the edge but you didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.

“You have a friend down there?” He inquired.

“Yeah, he’s a huge fluffy creature. Most people don’t know about them because they like hanging at the bottom of cliffs or deep in caves, but I figure he gets lonely sometimes so I like to visit him.”

Adam eyed you as if deciding whether to believe you or not but he chose to do the latter since he didn’t really have any reason not to, “well that would explain the frequent trips you take down to the bottom,” he said as you both listened again. But then Adam had another question, “you don’t have any levitation abilities do you?”

“No.”

“So…when you go down?”

“He catches me,” you state in a matter of fact tone and Adam lets out an, “oh.”

But then, “your friend…does he ever miss?”

“It’s not that he’s misses but sometimes he’s not in the exact spot I think he is, so really I miss,” you reply simply, and Adam peers down now, concern growing in him. Because if you don’t have any levitation powers and your friend doesn’t catch you, what does that mean for you?

“Considering how far the bottom is, isn’t it detrimental if you fall all the way down?” He asks, trying to see if he’s understood this all correctly.

“Oh yes, absolutely detrimental.”

Adam felt like he was definitely missing more than a few details to the story but he didn’t get a chance to ask further as Rocket asked for his help now.

But it was because of that whole conversation that Adam realized things about you just didn’t make sense.

His concerns however were answered the very next day.

You were all in the guardians spaceship heading towards a new mission with everyone in gear as the ship flew on autopilot mode.

Adam was not subtly watching as you just finished cleaning the odd glowing plant that you seemed to enjoy constantly. After cleaning each side you set it down on the nearby desk before stepping away, no doubt to retrieve something.

When you were out of sight Adam glanced around before eyeing the plant.

He had seen you munching on the plant numerous times and figured it to be quite appetizing, at least that's what it seemed from your reaction.

After practically scanning it with his eyes, he picked the plant up and as he brought the nutriment to his lips he heard, “Adam! Do not put that in your mouth!” Yelled Rocket from across the room.

All eyes gravitated to Adam as he stood there with his mouth open, practically ready to take a bite, and that’s when you walked in. It took you a moment to look around and process what exactly was going on but it didn’t take you long to put two and two when you saw Adam standing there with the plant near his face.

Rocket slapped the plant from Adam’s hands causing it to land on the ground before it rolled to your feet, “take your poison plant and get it out of here,” he ordered.

Apologetically you quickly did as told, exiting the main room opting for the small side room next door.

Meanwhile Adam had just been standing there overwhelmingly confused, “poison plant?”

Rocket let out a breath as the tension seemed to calm down, “yes poison plant. You do not eat that plant, ever!” Rocket instructs, pointing a finger to Adam before he goes off to take back control over the wheel.

Now Adam was lost. How? How was it possible that you did these things and had absolutely no fear behind you?

Still with some time to spare before you all arrived at your destination and wanting to get a straight answer about you, Adam decided it would be best to try asking, straightforward this time.

Leaving the main room he followed after you and found you, sitting in the center of the floor with your back leaning against the furthest wall of the small room while you were eating the seemingly poisonous plant.

As you heard familiar footsteps you looked up from your place meeting the golden boy’s eyes. “Sorry about earlier, I should’ve kept it with me. If it makes you feel better the plant isn’t poisonous…well it can be but this one isn’t.”

You wave the plant up as you take another bite from it, “it’s called the lucky plant. Half of the time, it’s delicious, the other half, it’s lethal.”

Adam looks at the plant, “and you know how to tell the difference?”

You grinned a little, shaking your head, “there’s no way of telling the difference until you take that first bite.”

That was the last straw for him.

“I don’t get it,” he moved to sit beside you, seeing you eye to eye.

“I don’t understand you at all. You jump off cliffs, you eat poisonous plants, you make friends with beasts. I’ve heard it's possible for you to die, but despite all that you’ve done I’ve yet to see it. I’m trying to make sense of it but I’m just not.”

You sat there, all in all surprised because you truly did not realize you were being noticed. You didn’t enjoy talking about yourself, it’s not that you mind but you’d prefer not to, but considering you were a part of this team it was only fair your other teammates got to know about your kind.

So you told him.

“Like you, my kind isn’t born organically, we’re created. Otherwise though I’m pretty similar to regular Terran creatures. I can get injured, I can get hurt, but I’m different in the fact of death. I’m essentially immortal, well that’s not true exactly. If I “die”,” you say adding quotations marks on that singular word, “say by the hands of a knife or if I fall to my death, I will come back the very next day—exactly as I was physically, I mean I may get a new scar…” you say turning your arms to show your scars which were beginning to make sense, “the only difference is when I come back I don’t have any memories, none of the people I was with, none of the places I’ve been. They’re all,” you made a little poof sound as your hand opened in the air, “gone.”

“You have no memories.”

“None.”

Adam knew about how important memories were, he's heard stories of Gamora and Quill, Gamora and the team, Gamora and her sister, he’s heard it all. He knew how important she was to everyone so wasn’t this the same thing.

“Don’t memories make who we are?”

You tilt your head at his question in thought, “not necessarily. I wasn’t made for any specific purpose, I was just made, to be made. For most of the part it’s okay, I have a journal that I write my important interactions in every night, it pretty much keeps me up to date. Rocket keeps it.”

“Rocket knows…”

“Of course he does.”

Adam seems to be putting the pieces together, “but the cliff, the plant, the creatures? If you know there’s a chance of losing your memories, why even put yourself in positions like that?”

“The cliff holds my friends, the plant is delicious if not poison, and creatures are all just scared it’s important to show them they don’t have to be.”

He still wasn’t grasping it. “Isn’t there other means of doing what you do? I can fly, I can bring you down to the cave, maybe cut the plant open and pour it over another to see how it reacts.”

You shake your head again, “I’d rather not be a burden.”

“You think that’s being a burden but you don’t think you losing your memories is being a burden? You don’t think after everything Rocket, Groot, and Kraglin’s been through, you don’t think you being reckless with your life and memories is a burden to them?”

“I…” you had no comeback—no response, “…I…” you didn’t know what to say so you just repeated the facts, “…I keep a journal. I’m exactly the same as I was before.”

“If you truly believe that you’re not causing any harm this way, then you’re just being stubborn and selfish!” He shouted frustrated by your demeanor and with that he stood up and practically stomped off leaving you with your thoughts.

You didn’t enjoy his temperament but he did leave you with questions for thought.

Had you been putting your burden on others by being reckless? Have you just been putting your own wants first? Have you felt this way before? You haven’t read it anywhere in the journal.

“But I’m the same,” you whispered to yourself as your eyebrows came together troubled by this thought. You brought your lower lip in, biting it a little as your beliefs swarmed around your head, “I’m the same…” you repeated as if to convince yourself.

Your eyes fell to the cased opening, where you could hear the others chitchat and then you wondered.

“…am I the same?”

You didn’t have much time to think because soon enough you’ve arrived to your mission.

The mission went successful, and quite quickly and just like that you were back on the ship.

While you had been busy this entire trip practically questioning all you knew to be, you hadn’t noticed the eyes Adam still had planted on you.

You didn’t know it but he felt guilty for all he spewed at the beginning of the trip. He had noticed how distracted you’d seemed and he couldn’t help but feel his words were the reason for it.

Before your descent to Knowhere you all stopped by the nearby planet, just the same as the last time. Rocket had found the beauty shortly before the first Guardians had disbanded and you all recognized it as a place to relax for a moment and take a break. It was a place where Blurp could roam free, Groot could take a nap and you liked to jump off cliffs. It was practically a win for all.

While you all went your separate ways Adam watched as you went to your cliff. He noticed as you sat down far from the edge this time with your legs criss crossed, as you just stared out.

He didn’t want to do even more damage but he still found himself being drawn to you. So he followed and once he got to you he noticed you were just staring straight out, with your lips pressed into a straight line. Unsure of his next actions or words he cleared his throat and that’s when you began.

“You’re right.”

Adam’s eyebrows raised and his ears perched up at those three words. But you continued, “I was rereading my notes and I realized…I write in them every night but what about those nights where I…”died”. I died before getting to write anything. What if there were important interactions, important conversations I had that I’ve just missed and all because I’ve been reckless.”

Adam made a motion to sit down exactly how you were as he listened, “what if I’ve had deep conversations with those I’ve cared about and I just don’t know. What if I’ve been hurting people that way. But what am I supposed to do, just live in fear?”

Adam turned to you cautiously , “I could always fly you down,” he suggested but you were quick to shake your head in rejection. “Sometimes it wasn’t just a point of getting down there. Sometimes it was the adrenaline, the feeling of being free…” you finally face the golden boy with your eyes wide, “what if I’m addicted to adrenaline?”

It might’ve been a silly question but to you it was worrisome. Luckily Adam didn’t let the question throw him off.

“Well it’s a good thing you work with the Guardians of the Galaxy where every battle is an adrenaline rush,” he teases and finally a smile makes its way to your lips and he grins a little at himself being the cause for that before he throws out a new suggestion, “what if we met in the middle?”

You visibly perked up at his words, “how?”

Adam turned back to the cliff carefully picking out his next words, “what if you jumped off and I flew beside you. That way if your friend isn’t at the bottom…I can catch you.”

Adam watched as your expression shifted into one of thought and he didn’t realize how nervous he would be as he waited for your input on this idea. You knew it was only one answer and there was still Minh you had to change or adjust. But after careful consideration you finally turned to him, “that does sound like the best way,” and with that you stood up brushing the dirt off from your legs.

“But can you keep up?” You asked even though you knew for a fact that he could.

He stood up following after you, “only one way to find out,” he added before you grinned at each other. With that share of a smile you sprinted before leaping forward while Adam smiled watching you disappear over the edge and he quickly chased after.

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ravisinghs-wife · 11 months

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Hii!

Could you please do Aaron Warner x reader dating post? cause I live for that man.

Aaron warner x gn!reader

warnings: ooc!Aaron (?), I changed the timeline and a tiny bit of the plot from unravel me, my poor attempt at writing anything besides headcanon, cringe writing, mention of being drugged, being shot, curse words

word count: 1.6k +

notes to the reader: reader's gift is to make people believe and do everything they say. reader has been at omega point since their childhood and is best friends with kenji. reader wears a dress

other notes to the fic: Juliette and Aaron are just friends (well still kind of enemies, but Aaron's main focus from bringing her to the reestablishment was to help his mom, instead of rescuing her bc he was in love with her), a/n: I am SO sorry that this took so long, I'm currently trying to work on my request before I open them again but I just don't have that much motivation to write rn😭, I hope you still like it:)), my first language isn't English so please respect that, I tried to write something different from what I normally do...

Masterlist

you two met when he was taken by omega point

after he was allowed outside of his room, and castle made sure that Aaron wouldn't destroy any more furniture, he kept seeing you on his daily walks with castle and began asking questions about you

"what's their name" Aaron looked focused, directing his question to the person joining him on his walk. Castle waited a few seconds before answering Aaron's question: "y/n, their gift is to make people believe and do everything they say" Aaron gave you another intense look before turning his attention to castle again and nodding, to signalize that he understood him.

after that he kept noticing you and eventually agreed to eat dinner with the others, just so he could sit at the same table as you and listen to your conversations with Kenji

you had been friends with Kenji for as long as you could remember, so you always sat at the same table, different friends of yours joining you both, be it Ian, Brendan, lily or the brand new members Adam, James or Juliette, with whom Kenji was especially close

but when the new omega point member, the infamous Aaron Warner joins you both you of course notice him

you also didn't miss the glances he kept sending you

so when castle, who also didn't miss the glances, asked you to train him you rushed to say yes because you just couldn't believe that a person could be so pure evil like Adam pointed him out to be

yes, he let someone tortured your best friend (which you still were pretty pissed about) but you believed that there could be something nice in him and assumed that he was under much stress due to his father, who you haven't heard a single nice thing about

his first training session was on an Tuesday afternoon, to which he arrived exactly on time and in perfect clothing, as if he somehow found a way to iron it

you started with some simple tasks to try to find out what exactly his power is and why he is immune to Juliettes touch

around three sessions later you come to then training session in your prettiest dress that you normally safe for special occasions

aaron, he demanded that you call him by his first name, immediately had one of his rare smiles spread out on his face when he saw you in that dress

he kept asking you to do a twirl so he could see the whole dress but you refused at first

it wasn't until he came closer to you, held your hands carefully in his and asked like a little puppy "please to a twirl for me, my beloved" that you made one with a shocked face

when he saw your expression he rushed to stop you and asked panicked if everything was alright

you told him that he just practiced your gift and couldn't do anything but do a twirl

after that both of you quickly figured out that his gift was to practice other peoples powers and copy them

the night after you are me in his room, trying to work on his powers

you do that until you notice him staring at you

"what's wrong Aaron?" you ask, looking concernt at the boy. you notice that he isn't smiling or grinning a bit like he normally does when you say his name. "my beloved, I- I'll have to leave in the morning. My father can't suspect that I'm here or where exactly omega point is, he'll know soon if i stay longer. I can't put you at this risk." You were shocked to say the least. "Aaron you can't- how would you even do that? Do you even know the way out?" "I wasn't really unconscious when I was brought here, you know? And I found a way to navigate myself around here in the last two months." He looks at your shocked face before adding: "But don't worry, I won't tell my dad or someone else about anything here. I'll hope that you'll miss me the same amount that I will miss you. I hope we will see each other soon again"

He doesn't let you protest any further, gives your hand a gentleman-like kiss and leaves

you had absolutely no idea where he went to, it was his room that you spent your time just mere minutes ago in, after all

still in shock you don't even think about following him, the only thought in your head being that he would be gone tomorrow and will probably spent his time with his pathetic excuse of an father

You don't even think about telling castle or someone else at omega point about Aaron leaving, and at the morning of the very next day you find out that he succeeded

days pass until each member from the rescuing mission of Brendan and Winston, who where both kidnapped my Aaron's psycho dad, Anderson, were ready and prepared to start the mission

the mission seemed to go well until you saw the bombs falling from the sky directly on the place where omega point was located

you were in shock and didn't notice the arms grabbing you and dragging you into a tank

you'd been handcuffed and your eyes were covered with a cloth

there was a voice saying something but you didn't catch was it was saying

someone forced a liquid down your throat and you soon passed out after that

the first thing that you noticed was the warm light

you sat in a kitchen chair but soon noticed that a person, who you assumed to be Anderson, Aaron's dad, because of the obvious resembles, joined you

shit

you didn't catch everything he was saying because you were still feeling dizzy from the drug you were forced to consume, something about revenge, the stupidness of his son (who apparently had joined you two), leading and shooting someone

you soon found out that with someone they meant you, when you were shot in the chest

right into your heart

being shot and drugged at the same day wasn't a nice feeling

you were bleeding and if it didn't stop soon you'd be dead in a few minutes

and if that would happen you couldn't exactly tell because you passed out

for the second time today

it was a shock, to say nicely, when you woke up next to Aaron

he immediately asked you if you were okay but you just stared at him

"I- What the fuck happened?" "my father he- he wanted to 'teach me a lesson'. I'm sorry, my beloved. If I never would've asked him to spare your life he wouldn't have tried to kill you or make me try to kill you." he rambled, trying to explain the earlier actions. But one question was still lingering in your head: "why exactly would you have asked him to spare my life?" He could've carered so much more about someone else's life than yours. Juliettes or maybe James. Besides his constant dining you were sure that he cared at least a bit for them. "Because I care for you, my beloved." You don't know what to say after this confession and just look at him and take his hand into yours.

that's how you met<33 sorry, I got carried away

anyway

that man SPOILS you

you see a pretty flower at the market? It's yours. There is a new collectors edition of your favorite book, but it's out of your price range right now? It's on your desk the next day. The limited edition vinyl that just restocked? already ordered, you get the deal

despite everything he says he actually loves dogs and you'll get one when everything with the reestablishment is over

he'll always pick out fancy colars for the dog and style it<3

he definitely has a fashion blog and posts his daily outfits on there

he'll also pick out your outfit everyday and he always tries for you two to match

every time you go shopping with Juliette and/or Kenji he insists on tagging along so you don't chose some ridiculous clothing items that would wash you out or something

he's obsessed with coffee after delalieu introduced him to it

and when you already like coffee you two have this ritual that every Sunday you guys drink a cup coffee on your balcony and just enjoy the early morning

but if you don't like coffee he always tries to get you into it and 'accidentally' places an extra cup on the breakfast table

"i promise my beloved, it's really good you just have to try it for once"

his love languages are words of affirmations and physical touch

he can't go longer than five minutes without touching you

he always has his hand rested on your lower back or holds your hand because your touch comforts and relaxes him<33

also loves to hold your pinkies

he may not look like it but he LOVES cuddling

you can't sleep anymore without you normally grumpy boyfriend squeezing you like his life depended on it

he also loves to rest his head on your belly before sleeping, while you both read something

he's so mesmerized by your presence

he tells you at least ten times a day how gorgeous, smart or lovely you are

you could literally just walk to the kitchen to get a snack and he'd drop everything to tell you how much he loves you

at the beginning of your relationship he was way more open than you expected with his feelings and already told you one month in the relationship that he loved you

I don't know why but I think he'd write you poems frequently

#aaron warner x reader #aaron warner #aaron warner fanfic #aaron warner fluff #shatter me x reader #shatter me #unravel me #dating headcanons #x reader #aaron x reader #tahereh mafi

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ghostselena · 2 years

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hiyaa can i request one where the reader passes out from the whole treasure hunt thingy like when shes abt to get out from the van she passes out in jj's arms

Title: What can't a pogue do?

Pairing: Jj Maybank x Reader

Warnings: just you passing out and jj being the sweetheart that he is, 18+ [slightly edited]

a/n: I really hope this is the scene you meant, the one after JB grabbed the one gold bar and showed it to the pogues inside the twinkie. If not, it still follows your request I believe, I hope you like it!

You may not copy or post this as your own, but reblogs are encouraged :)

You were all gasping for air inside the twinkie, adrenaline shooting right up your veins from the chaos you had outrun.

Old lady Crain—who had terrible aim might you add, tried taking out the squad one by one.

The loud yells from the pogues echoed the van after successfully finding the gold. You were sitting in the passenger seat beside Jj, keeping him company the way you always did.

"Oh, my God!" he repeated, his head turning to face his friends, causing the car to swerve to the side accidentally. His hands held onto the steering wheel tightly, placing his attention back on the road, "Shit, sorry."

You shook your head and smiled slightly, your head leaning against the window, not paying any mind to it.

"Full Kook! Full kook! Full kook!" the rest chanted in unison, distracting you as you blinked, suddenly seeing dark spots invade your vision.

You were sweating, your cheeks were flushed, and you felt light heated. But, everyone was so excited about the discovery, you didn't want to ruin the moment with something you thought was normal.

Jj kept stealing glances your way every few seconds, noticing how you weren't screaming with the others, "You okay?" he asked, placing a hand against your thigh, which would've made you blush the way it always did if you hadn't felt like you were about to fucking pass out.

"M' okay," you mumbled. wrapping your arms around yourself and closing your eyes. You were near the chateau, already wishing you could lay on the spare bed after a nice hot shower.

You felt sticky and dirty, hating the way it made you feel.

He didn't want to bother you, but the blonde boy was worried for you. The most cheerful person in the group was quiet and had barely spoken to him and he questioned himself.

Did he do something wrong?

The van came to a stop and you opened your eyes, seeing the familiar home in front of you.

The others had hopped out, only leaving you and Jj as he walked to your side to open the door, "She's awake!"

You gave him a weak smile and slid off your seat slowly, your legs betraying you as soon as you stepped out, falling onto Jj's arms who was quick to catch you.

You had blacked out in his arms, his wide eyes stared down at you in shock, "Holy shit, y/n?" he shook you slowly, not knowing how to handle the situation

Sarah was the last one to hop out and heard him yell as she stood by the door.

She saw your body in his arms and was quick to grab the alcohol bottle that JB kept in the kitchen cabinet—which was ironic to her because they usually only needed it to clean themselves after confrontations with Rafe.

Jj was handed a small cotton ball filled with the liquid, and he quickly rubbed it against your nose, "C'mon, c'mon," he mumbled, hoping to see your pretty eyes once more

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly while adjusting to your surroundings, "What-what happened?" you asked softly, your eyes staring up at Jj who had a worried look on his face

"You passed out on me," he replied, letting out a sigh of relief the moment you spoke. He couldn't have been more scared, "I was ready to start doing CPR," he added jokingly, slowly placing you on your feet while his hands stayed on your shoulders for support.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head, "You don't even know, how to do CPR,"

"So? What can't pogues do?"

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I Dream of Rukia was so much fun and so nostalgic for me - I remember watching reruns of I Dream of Jeannie when I was a kid, late at night.

So I'd love the Director's Cut of that fic 👀

Ahh thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it- I also grew up watching I Dream of Jeannie, so it was a great nostalgia trip to revisit it while thinking of how to adapt it to IchiRuki.

There’s not a whole lot that was ‘cut’ from the fic (I had more ideas for prequel or sequel hijinks) but there were a few things I had in my notes that didn’t quite fit in the fic itself.

My favorite part is a blink-and-you miss it reference to Rukia dressing as a nun as one of her disguises at Ichigo’s office. It went something like this:

A short figure draped in black and white swept down the office hall. Mayuri watched her pass, continued on his way towards a corner, and then stopped. He called out and rushed in front of her. “Wait! Who are you? What are you doing here?!” The woman under the habit- of a style not seen for a hundred years- gave him an overly sweet, reassuring smile, with enough acting confidence to make Julia Roberts jealous. Then, in an airy tone, reassured him there was no reason to worry, she knew where to go in the building, and that she was helping with an exorcism. Before Mayuri could respond, she glided out of sight. He rushed to tell Mr. Yamamoto. But as soon as the words escaped his lips, and his boss stared at him incredulously, Mayuri had the overwhelming urge to go lie down.

Sadly, I didn’t get a chance to mention Hanatarou! He’s a genie friend of Rukia’s, although with a different skill level:

Hanatarou was a genie in the way that the Professional Golf Association included mini-golf. All the tools were technically there, but while one was a respected sport, the other mainly consisted of crying children and empty wallets. Hanatarou never meant to cause harm. He simply had trouble with his powers from time to time.

Then there’s the ‘Viking friend’ Rukia gave Ichigo one day:

She had met a Viking, once. He was retired for some twenty-three years, having plundered until his heart was no longer in it. It was always a shame when one’s hobbies weren’t enjoyable anymore. The consequence of years gone past, and of growing old. The speeding of time that not even a genie could stop. Not usually, anyway. Although Rukia had never tried. But Rukia was certain he would be lively company to Ichigo during his dreary, lonely workday.

Finally, when Rukia was looking to spruce up Ichigo’s house, I cut one idea in particular:

Rukia blinked, and a rather bland framed portrait of a countryside was replaced with an oil portrait of a woman. It was an unremarkable painting in every regard, except for the fact that it was the Mona Lisa. “How’s this any better?” Ichigo squinted at the picture. “You can get cheap prints like this anywhere.” Rukia snorted. “You insult me. You believe I would get a mere copy? I have higher standards than that.” He let out a strangled sound and jerked away from the portrait. “Y-You can’t do that! It’s- won’t someone notice?!” “It is alright,” she said with a pleased smirk. “It is taken care of.” - Continents away, within the halls of the Louvre, a gaggle of tourists crowded around a wall. It was completely blank except for a small note. It read: ‘Will return after dinner’. A poorly drawn rabbit waved from the corner. - Later in the evening, Yamamoto’s wife peered at the painting closely with a keen eye. “I’ve seen my fair share of art. We collect them, you know.” She squinted. “Not a bad imitation… I’ve seen better, though.” -

Finally, by the time the evening was done, news had spread about the ‘Bunny Bandit’ who stole the Mona Lisa. News Specials were aired. Internet theories began to form. Tourists asked for refunds. Then, the painting appeared back in its rightful place. It was blamed on Banksy. The story slipped quietly into the depths of the internet; with Ichigo and Rukia none the wiser.

Anyways, I know this isn’t a full ‘Director’s Cut’, but I hope these extra tidbits were enjoyable nonetheless! Thank you for asking! <3

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0perfectimperfections0 · 11 months

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I read your "Silence" fic and it was so good!! Please continue on this fic, I can't wait for what happens next!!

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. It was silent the whole time. Nolan simply relaxed his head against the wall, eyes closed and arms around his legs. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence by any means. Lou still stayed in the same position beside him. Arms also around his legs, except his head was buried in his arms.

He was about ready to fall asleep like this. And then tapping aroused him from the drowsiness.

tap-tap-tap-tap...tap-tap

Nolan smiled small, eyes closing again. "Hey," he responded. "Your neck is gonna be sore sitting hunched over like that." He commented off-handedly. After a moment, Lou straightened his back against the wall and copied the position Nolan was sitting in. "Better."

Another half hour went by without any tapping and certainly no talking. That was one thing Lou hadn't done in...gosh, Nolan couldn't remember the last time he'd heard Lou speak. If it weren't for the back-to-back lessons a month ago, he would have forgotten what Lou's voice even sounded like.

Nolan stared ahead at the far wall. "I miss hearing your voice."

Still silence. It was expected. Nolan turned his head against the wall to look at Lou. Blue eyes were glued ahead. Streaks of dirt still stained his face. So did the opaque streaks of tears that could be seen crusted over his cheeks.

Nolan removed one of his arms to tap against the floor.

tap-tap-tap-tap...tap-tap

And for a split second -- even less than half a second -- he saw the faintest smile on Lou's lips. The blond reached a hand down, eyes not looking into the mismatched ones, and repeated the same Morse code. Nolan looked down at Lou's hand as it lay on the floor. There was a precise movement made to place his hand over Lou's.

If Lou had glanced down, Nolan pretended not to notice.

If Lou had turned his hand over to entwine their fingers, Nolan pretended not to notice. Nolan took the pointer finger of his laced hand and tapped that same code against the back of Lou's. The gesture was reciprocated.

tap-tap-tap...tap...tap...tap...tap...tap

That was a new one. Nolan lowered his brows in confusion but maintained his sights before him. Using his other hand, he pulled out his phone to see if he could translate it. The only problem was that no sound was accompanying the taps since they had been against his hand. Maybe he could reciprocate it against the floor--

"Sorry."

It was faint. Hoarse. Entirely unused and weak. Nolan corrected himself early enough in the midst of whipping his head around at the word. He forced himself to keep looking in the opposite direction. Nolan glanced down at the phone where he had been halfway through typing the cryptic language. S...o...r-- Lou had spoken it aloud for him, anyway.

"It's okay," Nolan whispered. Heterochromatic eyes stayed trained on the opposite corner of the room. Lou's hand tightened. "I'm sorry, too."

"I...hurt you." As scratchy as Lou's voice sounded, the anger could still be heard. "I don't deserve your apology."

Nolan didn't look. For that, Lou was grateful as he kept his own eyes set in front of him. "You'll hurt me more by not accepting it."

"I can't." The voice was strained now from emotion.

"Then I can't accept your apology."

Lou finally closed his eyes. The corner of his lip raised in frustration. "Stupid doll."

"And hard-headed, too. Try me. I won't accept your apology until you accept mine."

"Why can't you hate me like everyone else?" Lou spat out the question. Still, their hands never separated nor made any attempt to.

"Like I said: hard-headed." Lou remained silent. "Maybe it hurts worse seeing you like this than it ever did hearing you call me ugly. Cause when I thought about it, during the Gauntlet, me being ugly didn't change the fact that I was racing for a chance to go to the Big World. Me being ugly didn't take away my chances of having a kid. I literally had nothing to lose, regardless of what you said to me."

Nolan finally turned to look at Lou. He could see the red tinting Lou's eyes and the puffiness beginning to surround them. Lou's nose had turned red, too. Red had to be the one color Nolan didn't think looked good on him. Not in this way. "All you ever had was your words. When you taught, when you spoke to us, when you talked about yourself. You couldn't do anything else but talk. Like a dog with all bark and no bite. And now you've lost your bark, too."

Lou still remained silent. And it honestly ticked Nolan off. He let go of the blond's hand and moved to sit in front of him, legs tucked under him while leaning forward in Lou's face. "Talk." Lou narrowed his eyes. "Do it. Get your bark back, Lou, if that's all you get to have. Insult me. Yell at me. Something."

"Get out."

"Make me," Nolan challenged. "You're not a pathetic doll, Lou. You don't need those stupid robots or the Spy Girls to do the dirty work for you. Instead of telling me what to do, do it yourself. You're tougher than that. I saw it in the Gauntlet. If you won't get your bark back, then bite--"

Lou bared his teeth and pushed his feet out to kick Nolan, but the brunette held him by the shins. "What's the point if I'm gonna be stuck here anyway!? You said it yourself! It doesn't matter what I say or what I do! You get to leave and I can't!"

"And that makes you mad, doesn't it? You feel cheated and robbed." Nolan spurred him on, flipping the doll around so that Nolan held both of Lou's hands, back to his front, as Lou clenched his jaw and slammed his feet against the wall. Pieces of splintered wood fell to the floor with every kick.

"I don't want to be the bad guy!" Lou screamed. His fingers curled around Nolan's hands tightly. "I'm just doing what this stupid factory told me! I'm doing my job! And now I don't even have that! I have nothing! You stupid! Dolls! Ruined! Everything!" He emphasized each word with a powerful kick to the wall.

When it seemed Lou had exhausted all his anger, he was left panting and glaring daggers at the wall. Hands were still held up and back by Nolan. The brunette spoke quietly into Lou's ear. "There's the bark and bite I wanted to see."

Lou swallowed before speaking between shallow breaths. "That's what got me into this mess."

"Cause you bottled it up for so many years. It feels better to let it out. I can't blame you for destroying the portal. It made you feel better, right?" Lou didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. "Kicking the wall made you feel better. I just want you to let it out instead of bottling it up in silence and doing something you'll regret later on when it finally comes out."

Lou swallowed again in between shallow breaths. "Can I do it again?"

"Go for it."

More splinters fell to the floor with another hefty kick to the wall.

"I'm right here to hold you back if you wanna keep doing it. I'm only here to keep your anger concentrated on a better target." There was a second of silence before Lou swung his foot out again to the wall. It was a few minutes later when Nolan finally felt Lou's body relax against him. Blond hair splayed over Nolan's shoulder as Lou leaned his head back to catch his breath. Nolan slowly lowered Lou's arms to his lap, fingers sliding apart. "It's easier to breathe now that you're not holding anything in, I bet." Lou hummed in agreement.

"I don't want you taking your anger out on anything other than this wall, got it?" Nolan spoke softly into his ear again. "And I'm gonna be here, holding you back like I was doing before. Cause I don't wanna see stuffing on this floor again." Lou tensed, breath hitching. Nolan slid one of Lou's sleeves up before he could be stopped. Lines of torn felt were littered across his arm. Stuffing poked out and small bits of fuzz fell down onto the floor. There were nail marks all along the arm where there had been failed attempts at penetrating through the felt. Lou had been successful most of the time.

"This," Nolan held Lou's wrist tightly, "is not okay. I'm gonna stitch this up and it will be the only time I ever have to do that, got it?" Lou never looked at the brunette, but there was a very discreet nod. "You have a lot bottled up. And that's okay. But you will not take it out on yourself. Only this wall. And if that's too hard for you, then I'm tying your hands behind you and you'll wait until I come here to help you let your anger out."

There was a long stretch of silence that Nolan wasn't intending to break. "Okay." Lou finally responded. Nolan assumed he'd be compliant. Instead, Lou lifted his arms up, wrists facing upward, as he squeezed his eyes shut with tears dripping down. "Tie me."

"You really won't stop hurting yourself?" It was asked in a strange mix of a statement and a question.

"No," Lou answered shakily. "I can't."

Nolan stared at that arm. Beaten. Worn. Mauled. Not even from someone else but from its owner. He eased the sleeve back down and let his hands glide the rest of the way until they entwined with Lou's again. "Then I'm not letting you stay here by yourself."

#lou #writing #fanfiction #uglydolls #short story #nolan #part 2 #silence series #angst #comfort #self-harm

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune)

valentine's day masterlist

summary - winter goes to the markets to buy some plums as he usually does when he spies some flowers and fruits for you.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Winter didn’t understand anything, especially not Valentine’s Day. He didn’t understand the whole couple and gifting thing. It was confusing. No matter how often someone explained it, he still didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand the feeling he felt toward you, the sense of wanting to give you something and see that beautiful smile that made his heart beat extremely fast. He was told it wasn’t bad, but could he really trust someone’s word?

He was at the markets, buying plums… He couldn’t get enough of the plums, and while he was there, he grabbed a bunch of fruits he had seen you eat, knowing that you enjoyed them all. You were the only person he would share his plums with, though. If anyone else tried to touch one, he’d try and stab them. Apparently, he isn’t allowed to do that? You had explained that to him when he had attempted to stab Sam.

His sharp blue eyes spied a stand full of beautiful flowers, and they had reminded him of you, causing his feet to move toward them before he could think about it. He smiled awkwardly at the lady behind the stand, pointing nervously at a few of them and nodding when she asked if he wanted them to be made into a bouquet. He held them carefully as he began to walk back to the compound, not wanting to squash them with his strength. Winter goes through the doors and into the elevator, remembering which buttons to press after you showed him. When the doors opened, he walked through them and was immediately hit by your scent wafting through the air, and his heart began to nearly beat out of his chest when you rounded the corner.

“Winter! Your back! How did the markets go?” You smile, walking up to him and bringing him into a small hug. He relaxes into you the moment you touch him, feeling himself melt. He grunts, staring down at you with soft eyes. “Good, huh?” Your eyes move down and notice the flowers, “I see you expanded your purchase.” He nods before thrusting the flowers toward you, bobbing down at them. “For me?” He nods again, trying to smile as you grab them and bring them to your nose before watching him lift a separate bag filled with various fruits. “Winter… You didn’t have to do all this. But thank you, I love it.” You lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, smiling when they turn bright red.

His heart was beating so fast, staring down at you and feeling his breath hitch when you kissed his cheek. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and your eyes were only on him. He wondered why someone so precious and beautiful would like someone like him. So broken and damaged, but you never saw him in that way, and that was what he loved about you.

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penmansparadise · 2 years

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Fred Benson ~ The Set Up

*I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Fred Benson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: None

a/n: This was a request from my Wattpad. This is just straight fluff, and I hope everyone enjoys reading it. I don't usually find it difficult to write for characters, but it is just so hard for me to write for Fred lol. I really hope that I am doing his character justice!! Also, I have recently learned the difference between imagines and one shots, and let me tell you, I feel like an idiot haha. You all will have to forgive me because I am literally an old lady. Anyway, my next post will be an Eddie Munson ONE SHOT (lol), so be ready for that one!! As always, thanks for reading!!

Nancy’s voice was far away as a long sigh fell from your lips, and you propped your head in your hand. You knew you should have been paying attention to what she was saying, but you couldn’t. Instead, you watched as Fred worked on making copies at the printer. This was your daily routine ever since Nancy convinced you to join The Weekly Notice. Every morning you walked into the room, found a seat, and went to fawning over the tall skinny boy. It was hard not to stare at Fred when you had a crush on him for ages. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you started to fall for him, but your feelings only grew when you joined the news crew. But you were never one to act on your feelings. You were far too shy. So, instead, you watched him from afar and relished in all the short conversations you had with him. Nancy knew this and would constantly pester you. She would say time and again that Fred liked you as well, and you should just tell him how you feel, but you just brushed her off. Sure, you may have caught him staring at you here and there. And when he talked to you, he would start blushing out of nowhere, but you still didn’t believe Nancy. You were too scared.

You let out another sigh, and that’s when Nancy started waving her hand in front of your face snapping you back to reality.

“Y/N?” She said, moving her head into your line of sight, “You there?”

“Huh? Oh,” you said, sitting up in your seat and straightening your items on the table, “y-yeah. Sorry, I just…zoned out.”

Nancy’s eyes narrowed before she turned her head and looked where you were just staring. When she turned back to you, her lips pursed, and she tilted her head to the side. You had been caught. She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at you, causing you to drop your head into your hands and groan. You could hear her let out a breath before you felt her hands on your arms.

“Why don’t you just talk to him? I’ve told you on numerous occasions that he likes you too.”

You snapped your head up to look at her, forehead creased.

“How do you know that, though? Did he tell you that?” You asked, the questions coming off a bit harsher than intended.

Nancy wasn’t fazed by your outburst. She just rolled her eyes and said, “He doesn’t have to tell me, Y/N. It’s pretty obvious by the way he looks at you.”

She used her head to motion behind her, and when you looked, you were met with Fred’s beautiful blue eyes. You could feel your face heat up, but you didn’t look away, and neither did he. For a minute, it felt like the whole world was slipping away as you let his cerulean eyes wash over you. He held your stare for a beat longer before quickly turning away and returning to the copier. When you looked back at Nancy, she was trying and failing to stifle her smile. You propped your head back in your hand and turned your attention to the notepad sitting in front of you.

“Nothing is that obvious,” you grumbled more to yourself than to Nancy.

You didn’t bother looking up at her. You knew the look she would have given you. That why-are-you-so-stubborn-it’s-clearly-obvious-that-I-am-right-and-you-should-just-listen-to-me look. So, instead, you picked up your pencil and started doodling on the paper. You could feel Nancy’s eyes boring into you, but you kept your head down. That is until you heard someone clear their throat next to you. When you looked up, Fred was standing there, hands clenching his notepad and the stack of papers he had just printed. You could tell he was nervous by the way he swayed back and forth on the balls of his feet. He hadn’t even said two words to you yet, and his face was already turning red. One of his hands flew up to adjust his glasses and flatten his hair.

“Um, h-hey, Y/N. It’s good to see you,” he stuttered out.

A small smile pulled at your lips as heat rose to the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “it’s good to see you too.”

He didn’t avert his eyes, and you took that moment to take in his features. They weren’t sharp. They were soft, something you didn’t see very often. Your eyes followed his scar from his forehead down to just above his upper lip. You couldn’t help but let your stare linger there on his lips for a moment before looking back into his eye. You thought you saw the hint of a smile before he finally turned his attention to Nancy.

“Nancy, I was just curious when you wanted to meet up tonight to cover the basketball game.”

You weren’t looking at Nancy at first, but then you felt her stare on you.

“You know,” she said, turning her focus to Fred, “I actually won’t be able to make it tonight.”

You tilted your head to the side as she gave Fred a sympathetic look and a shrug.

“Sorry, my mom needs me to babysit my little sister.”

“What?” He asked, incredulous. “And you’re telling me this now?”

You were waiting for Nancy to show some remorse, but she didn’t. Instead, she sat up a little straighter and grinned.

“Don’t worry. Y/N will take my place.”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell slightly agape before you regained your composure.

“I’m sorry?”

Your stomach was doing somersaults, and you knew you looked mortified, but you couldn’t bother to hide your anxiety at the turn of events. Nancy nodded at you.

“Yeah. You don’t mind, do you? You’d really be helping me out.”

A small noise that was something between a squeak and a choke came out of you. Your mouth opened and closed a few times until your wild eyes landed on Fred. His irritation was gone as he stared at you in anticipation. You swallowed hard and shook your head.

“Um, no, I don’t mind. We can meet in front of the gym before the game.”

A wide grin spread across Fred’s face, crinkling his eyes a little.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you later then.”

He gave a nod before shuffling out the door. You waited for him to exit before turning and glaring at Nancy. You could have smacked the smug look off her face, but instead, you crossed your arms over your chest, gripping yourself as a way to control your anger.

“What the hell was that?”

“That,” she began, pointing behind her, “was a boy who is very happy that he gets to spend the evening with the girl he has a crush on.”

You threw your hands in the air and scoffed, “Nance.”

“No, listen,” she said, smacking her hands on the table. “’I did this for you. Tonight is the night you finally tell him how you feel, Y/N. No more excuses, okay?”

The anger you were feeling only moments ago was replaced with the familiar queasiness of fear. For Nancy, it was easy. She had two boys chasing after her all throughout high school, and she dated both of them. It wasn’t that simple for you. Sure, you had feelings for Fred for a while, but you couldn’t just tell him without knowing if he felt the same. Nancy’s hunch wasn’t enough. What if she was wrong? You could be committing social suicide. You shook your head, but Nancy took your hands in hers and nodded.

“You can do this.” She gave a squeeze and dropped her voice a little. “Stop hiding from him, Y/N. He likes you. Like a lot, I can tell. And you like him and have been swooning over him for months now. And you may not see it, but everyone else sees him swooning over you too. So, just tell him. Tell him how you feel.”

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you took in Nancy’s words. It was as if there were an angel on one of your shoulders and a devil on the other. One was saying to just ignore Nancy. It was easier to just keep how you felt a secret. But the other was screaming at you to jump in headfirst. Why should you keep how you feel a secret?

Nancy raised her brows and gave your hands another squeeze, and you sighed.

“Fine. I’ll tell him.”

An enthusiastic smile spread across Nancy’s lips, and you rolled your eyes.

“If you’re wrong about him, I swear, Nancy.”

She chuckled as she stood up to leave.

“I’m not. I promise.”

You just shook your head before gathering your things and exiting the newsroom.

On the drive home, you were running on adrenaline. You had just agreed to tell your long-time crush that you had feelings for him. It was invigorating. But by the time you reached your house, the high was gone and replaced with panic. For the couple of hours before you left for the game, you paced your room. It was too late to back out now. There was no way of getting ahold of Fred, and you already knew Nancy wouldn’t go since this whole thing was her idea. So, when it was finally time to head out, you stopped pacing your room, dragged yourself back to your car, and drove to the school.

You were hardly paying attention to the road as you drove. Your mind was reeling, and your stomach was rolling. You gripped the steering wheel the entire way there. When you finally reached the school, you parked and slowly made your way up to the gym. As you approached, you could see Fred standing out front, waiting for you. He was like a breath of fresh air. After all the anxiety you were feeling, just seeing him settled your mind, even if just for a moment. When he noticed you, he gave you a bright smile.

“You’re here.”

Your forehead creased at his statement.

“Did you think I wouldn’t show?”

The same crimson from earlier in the day crept up his neck and found a home on his cheeks. He shook his head and looked down at his feet.

“Wha-uh, no, no, that’s not what I meant. I,” he stopped and took a deep breath before lifting his gaze to meet yours again, “I’m just glad you’re here with me.”

Your heart leaped in your chest.

“Oh. Yeah, me too.”

You stood there a minute before Fred held his arm out toward the gym, and you walked ahead of him. He opened the door for you, and soon you were standing on the sidelines of the basketball court. The game was intense, but it was hard for you to focus on what was going on. You were standing so close to Fred that every few seconds, his arm would bump into yours, sending a string of shivers down your spine. And with those little touches, the panic from before was back with a vengeance. Your eyes flitted around, looking at anything but Fred. But even so, you could see that he kept sneaking glances at you. Throughout the game, neither of you spoke. Instead, Fred jotted things down in his notepad while you watched the game absentmindedly.

When the game finally ended in a Hawkins victory, the crowd was wild. You and Fred did your best to push your way through the mob of celebrating teenagers, but when it got too difficult, Fred placed a hand on your lower back. You could feel everything in your body tense at his touch. Then, he leaned in from behind you until his lips were inches from your ear and said, “Let’s go this way.”

He gave a little pressure on your back as he guided you through the crowd until you were outside, standing off to the side in a secluded alcove. He didn’t remove his hand right away, but when he did, you felt a sense of longing. You kept your eyes on the ground in front of you, staring at Fred’s old shoes. The anxiety you were feeling was like a wild animal inside of you, constantly eating away until it felt like you were seconds away from a panic attack. You watched as Fred took a small step forward.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out a hand but stopping short of touching you, “are you okay? You’ve been acting a little off all night.”

You felt like you were about to pass out. It was all coming to a head now. There was no more hiding. You let out a long breath.

“I’m just,” you stopped and finally looked up at him. “It’s Nancy.”

The surprise was evident by the way he reared back a little at the mention of her name.

“Nancy? Like Nancy Wheeler?”

“Yes,” you said, the word coming out in a huff. “She told me to do something that I just think is dumb and reckless even though it probably isn’t.”

You started pacing in front of Fred, throwing your arms in the air.

“I’m just scared, you know? I’m scared that it’s a huge mistake.”

You didn’t even give Fred a chance to say anything before you continued with your rant.

“And what if she’s wrong? Then what? I look like a total fool. But if I don’t do it, she’ll get mad at me because she set this whole thing up. She purposefully faked having to babysit so that I would have to come in her place.”

“Wait, what are you talking about?” Fred asked.

You kept pacing for another minute before finally stopping in front of Fred and letting out a defeated huff.

“I like you, Fred.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I like you too.”

He was looking at you like you were crazy, and you knew he wasn’t picking up on what you were trying to say. So, you shook your head.

“No, you don’t get it. I really, really like you. I have for months now, but I’ve just been too afraid to say anything.” Fear felt like it was about to swallow you whole as you looked into Fred’s bright blue eyes and said, “But I’m done hiding my feelings, Fred. It’s time you knew.”

Fred just stared at you with a blank face, and you could feel the embarrassment about to take you under. You dropped your head, trying to control the tears that were threatening to spill out, when you felt Fred’s slender finger under your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his.

“That’s it?” He asked, and you couldn’t help the way your heart fell in your chest.

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

His lips pulled up as he moved his hand to cup your cheek.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you how I feel for weeks. I was so happy when Nancy said she couldn’t come because it meant I’d finally get the chance to be alone with you.”

A swarm of butterflies was rumbling in your stomach, and your heart was running wild in your chest.

“Really?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Fred nodded.

“Yes. I’ve had a crush on you from the first time you walked through The Weekly Notice’s door. I was just too shy to say anything.”

Your whole body was tingling with the joy overflowing inside of you. You didn’t think you would ever hear Fred say that to you, and now that he had, it was like you were floating. Fred removed his hand from your face and dipped his head down for a second before returning his stare to yours.

“Well,” he began, his hands wringing in front of him, “since you were brave, I guess it’s my turn. Are you busy this weekend? I’d really like to take you out. Maybe dinner and a movie?”

You bit your bottom lip to contain the wide grin that wanted to spill out over your face and nodded.

“I’d love to, Fred.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, and you could see his shoulders relax at your acceptance. Then, he extended his arm toward the parking lot.

“Shall we?”

You nodded before getting in step next to him. Fred walked you to your car and even opened your door for you after you unlocked it. The two of you stood there, looking at everything but each other, before you finally gained the courage to bend forward and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. His hand moved to where your lips had just touched, his fingers barely brushing over the spot.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Fred.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “see you tomorrow.”

Then you got into your car, waved goodbye, and drove off. A smile was plastered on your face as you drove home. You had never been so excited about something in your entire life, and you owed it all to Nancy. You would be thanking her for the rest of eternity, but you were fine with that. You’d thank Nancy every day if it meant that at the end of it, you’d get to be with Fred.

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