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In The Night

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pairing - tristan dugray x reader

type - smut, fluff. 16+

note / request - “UGH your gilmore girls writing is so perfect i love the way you write everyone!! could you maybe write a fic where reader is tutoring tristan and flirting w her the whole time but she has to go home. she leaves but he sneaks out to go to her and he like gets there to find her touching herself to him” this was a spicy one. Enjoy!!

summary - wanting to spend more time with you, tristan finds that you share his feelings

warnings / includes - language, smut: masturbation, mirror sex for like 5 seconds, fingering and oral ( f receiving), handjob, protected sex. not edited btw

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*gif isn’t mine*

“You’re really getting this, Tris. I’m really proud of you,” you beam.

“Well, I do have the smartest and prettiest teacher out there,” Tristan smirks.

You look down shyly, a small smile on your face. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

“Or we could do something more fun,” he suggests. You peer at him through your lashes, giggling as he wiggled his eyebrows. “And what do you suggest that is?”

He lean forward and puts his arm around the back of your chair. “Why don’t we go to your place and I’ll show you?”

The offer is tempting, you’ll admit, but this is typical of Tristan. While he did do the homework and take your tutoring sessions seriously, he also flirted with you like his life depended on it. Complimenting you, teasing you, practically begging for you to come home with him so he could show you a good time. And while you would love to say yes, it wasn’t why you spent time with him.

His grades were slipping prior to you tutoring him and he only had two choices: get his act together or get shipped to boarding school. So he found you and soon his grades and work ethic started to improve. While tutoring him, you two developed feelings for each other. Yours was kept locked inside your mind and heart while Tristan let it all out in the open.

You don’t mind at all, but you don’t want to compromise his learning because you want to kiss him. So you let him flirt with you, playing the shy girl card and not giving into his advances. But little does he know, you want to be with him so badly.

You slowly pull away from him, fighting every instinct in your body to lean forward. “How was your Calc test?” You change the subject.

Tristan’s shoulders sag and he turns away. “Horrible.”

“Do you say that because you hate Calculus or because you actually think you did bad?” You question. “Both,” he answers.

“Do you know your test score?” You ask. “Nope,” he shakes his head.

“Well, let’s see.” You log onto your computer and into the school’s website. You log into Tristan’s account, finding the newest Calculus test date. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “You got a B+, Tris!”

Tristan’s jaw drops to the floor. He looks at the screen, not believing what he sees. “Are you sure this is my test?”

“Yes!” You grin. You turn to him, hugging him tightly in excitement. “I knew you could do it! See, you’re really smart, you just need to put in the work!”

Tristan wraps his arms around you lightly, placing his palms flat on your back and holding you close to him. “I do have a awesome teacher.”

“Ah, Tristan. It’s ‘an’,” you pull away. “Just because you’re doing better in math doesn’t mean you can slack off at English.”

He chuckles, “I’m just kidding.” “Mmhm, you better be,” you snicker, a small smile on your face. “I’m happy to say that I think your parents will not send you to boarding school.”

“All thanks to you,” Tristan says. “You deserve some credit, too.” You shut off the computer, packing up your textbooks and papers. “You’re really smart, Tristan. You just needed a little help, which isn’t something to be ashamed of.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he remarks. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Believe it or not, I failed junior high math,” you say. You hold your finger up to your lips with a smile. “But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

“How come you’re so good at math, though?” He asks. “I got help like you did,” you say simply. You stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You adjust your skirt, pulling the back down as you walk away.

“Are we done already?” Tristan pouts. “Yep. I’m sorry, Tris. My parents are expecting me,” you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Make sure to have your essay done for me to revise!”

Tristan sighs as he watches your retreating figure. “I promise,” he mutters. He looks back at the desk, seeing one of the notebooks you had left. He grabs it and

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“Goodnight, Mom!” You shout as you close your bedroom door. You flip on your light and change out of your Chilton uniform. You slip on a tank top and cotton shorts, heading to your bathroom to brush your teeth.

Your phone chimes as you walk back to your room. You curl up in your bed, opening your phone and smiling as you see a text message from Tristan.

Thinking of you ;) is attached to a picture of him posing next to his essay. You can’t help but laugh at his antics. You text him back, sending a picture of yourself to go along.

You take a picture of you holding the book that his essay happens to be about, captioning it Looks like you could use some company. You send a book emoticon with it, making sure he knows where your head is at.

And while Tristan knows you aren’t flirting with him at the same extent he is, he knows for a fact that you aren’t not playing the same game he is. He texts you back saying Does the girl come with the book? He waits a few minutes, a little disappointed that you didn’t next him back yet. He figures your asleep already. It is pretty late and you are a goody-two-shoes and all.

Tristan decides to get ready for bed as well, but when he puts his papers away, he sees your notebook. He knows he should leave it and return it tomorrow, but it was only 10 PM, and the off chance that you are actually awake pushes him to go to your house. If you are awake, then he could make an excuse for you to revise his essay now, which he knows will take a while since he’s halfway finished and he bull-shifted his way through it. It’s a chance to spend time with you, and in the end, that’s all he desires.

Tristan sneaks out of his house, taking his bike and riding your to house. He’s thankful that you’re house is only a mile away, otherwise it wouldn’t be as easy to sneak out.

He parks his bike in your lawn, rushing to the side of the house where your room resides. He tries to throw rocks at your window, but it doesn’t catch your attention. It’s weird, he thinks, as your bedroom light is still on.

Inside your four walls, you’re still awake. Your laying on your back in your bed, your phone resting on your nightstand beside you. Your shirt is riding up your stomach, your hand massaging your left breast while your other hand is in your panties, rubbing your clit.

“Mmm, Tristan,” you hum, your eyes closed as you imagine him fingering you instead of yourself.

You picture his perfect body over you with his big hands groping your body. His tongue licking your nipples and mouth sucking on your tits while he teases you between your thighs. You imagine him to make you beg for it until your practically crying for him to fuck you.

You spread your legs wider, getting deeper into your fantasy. “Fuck, Tris,” you pant as you slip a finger inside of you. His fingers would stretch you out more, getting you ready for the real deal. His tongue would lick down your body, nibbling softly as he goes further and further south. You’re aching by now, needing more than just your fingers.

Your eyes flutter behind your lids as you try to imagine how his tongue would feel on your clit. His lips sucking the aching bud, the tip of his tongue flicking it and making you squirm. You can’t help but whimper out loud as the thought. You need him so bad.

As if the universe was listening in on your wishes, you find Tristan outside of your window. At first, you think it’s a dream. Your vision is fuzzy from your eyes being closed for so long, and your body is tired from doing the work yourself. But as you get up and walk towards your window, you discover that it’s very much real life.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself. Heat crawls up your neck and embarrassment takes over your features. You cannot that you just got caught masturbating, especially by the the person whom you were thinking about.

Tristan taps on your window, gesturing for you to open it up. You sigh and decide to face your fears. You slid up the window, immediately crossing your arms as he climbs in.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, your voice low so your family doesn’t hear you.

Tristan opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He can’t get the imagine if you masturbating out of his mind. Your hips bucking up to your hand, the sight of your tits as your tank top was half covering them, the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure. The more he thought about it, the tighter his pants became.

“Well, come out with it! You’re not supposed to be here,” you gripe.

“I-I came here to return this.” He holds out your notebook.

Your eyes widen as you look down. “Oh. Thank you.” You toss your notebook on your desk. You look back at Tristan, raising your brows. “Is there anything else you want.”

“N-No,” he shakes his head. His eyes rake up and down your body, burning holes in your skin. You clasp your hands in front of your thighs, looking away shyly. As Tristan looks at your face, he regains his usual cocky attitude, smirking a little. “But it looks like you could use some help.”

You roll your eyes. “You saw nothing, okay? Go back home and go to sleep. I’m sure you still have to write that essay tomorrow morning, right?”

“I actually brought it here,” he gestures to his backpack that’s on his shoulder.

“Well, tutoring center is closed. Sorry.” You spin on your heel, taking a step to your bed. Tristan sets his bag down and reaches out, grabbing your forearm and spinning you around.

“C’mon, angel. We both know you need me,” he whispers.

Your heart hammers against your ribcage. “H-How do you know it’s you I need? It could be Dean, you know?”

Tristan chuckles, “you’ve never looked at Dean a day in your life. And plus, I can read lips, angel. You were most definitely saying my name.”

You take in a shaky breath, your head spinning. You’ve spent months fantasizing about him. Never in your wildest dreams did you think they would become a reality - not on purpose, at least.

“I’m sure you know this by now, but I share your feelings,” he hums. He skims his fingers up your bare arm, reaching his hand up to your face and cupping your cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

Your stomach flips. “I bet I’ve wanted you for longer.”

He grins in reply. He places his hand on your waist, spinning you around to face your mirror. He pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his boner against your ass.

“Tell me, what do you want from me? What were you imagining earlier?” He hangs his head down and softly kissing your jaw. Your eyes are glued to the mirror as you watch his hands ghost over your body. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you, you have to speak, princess.”

Your throat becomes dry as you think of the words. You can’t think about anything but his lips on your skin. They burn as they trail down your neck. His kisses become more sloppy and more needy as he continues. He nibbles at the nape of your neck, causing your knees to buckle. You never knew something simple as being kissed on the neck could feel this good.

You bring a hand up to the back of his head and clutch the hair at the nape of his neck. His arm holds you up for support, his teeth sinking further into your skin.

“I guess I’ll go,” he sighs. As soon as he pulls away, you yelp. “No! Stay. I-I need you.” You hate how desperate you sound, but you can’t help it. Your panties are soaked and he’s the only one who can fix it.

“What do you need me to do?” He asks.

You breath in deeply as you set your eyes on your reflection. “I… I need you to touch me here.” You gently grab his hand, slowly placing it into your right boob.

“Mhmm, and what else?” He slowly massages the soft tissue, feeling your nipple harden against his palm.

“And here,” you place his other hand on your hip, guiding his fingers down to your drenched core. “Oh, yeah? Is this what you were thinking about earlier?” He whispers.

“Yes,” you nod. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to have you pressed up against me. The way you would stretch me out. I was thinking about how good your cock would feel inside of me.”

Tristan shudders behind you, not being able to control himself anymore. He takes ahold of your hips and pushes you onto the bed. “Mind if I make your dreams a reality?” He asks.

“Please, be my guest,” you nod eagerly.

He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You moan in his mouth as your tongues skim alongside each other. Kissing him turns you on even more. It’s just what you need to get yourself out of your daze.

You buck your hips up to his, his erection brushing up against your clothed clit. Tristan lets out a soft moan in your mouth. He kisses you faster, gasping for shallow breathes in between. His hands roam your body, tracing your curves a million times as if you commit it to memory. You decide to take your lead in touching him, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

He pulls away for a split second to help you take off his shirt. You throw it onto your ground, mouth watering at the sight. Your hands skim his toned stomach, your fingertips trailing across his very prominent v-line.

“Who knew Tristan Dugray looked like this?” You breath out.

Tristan shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s all natural.”

You giggle in reply, grabbing his neck and bringing my him back down to kiss you. You take the initiative and take off your tank top, leaving you practically naked under him.

Tristan sits back on his heels, taking in your almost naked body. “You are beautiful.”

You smile, “thank you.”

He fingers the hem of your panties, looking to you for confirmation. You nod at once and he slides them down your legs, tossing them to the side. He’s mesmerized by you. You’re perfect.

“Are you going to keep staring or do something, Tris?” You tease.

His cheeks glow pink and he grins. “Just admiring the prettiest girl in the world.”

You sit up on your elbows, placing your lips next to his ear. “How about you make the prettiest girl in the world cum then?”

Tristan’s heart drops to his feet. He nods feverishly, placing his hands on your inner thighs. You sigh contently as he wraps his mouth around your tits, flicking your nipple with his tongue and sucking on the swollen tissue. His hands run up and down your skin, his fingers tip-toeing to your pussy. He’s so close you can almost feel him. You buck up your hips to his wrist, whining in desperation.

“Patience, angel. Good girls are patient, you know,” he mumbles against your skin.

“I’ve waited long enough,” you whine.

“Desperate little princess,” he taunts. “You need my fingers, hm?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” He nips at the skin around your nipple, peering at you through his lashes. Your eyes find his as you speak. “I need you so bad, Tris. It hurts, that’s how and I need you.”

He grins like a devil. “Let me sooth your pain then.” He easily slips a finger into you, groaning at the wetness. You’re like a slip-n-slide. He takes the liberty in slipping two fingers in, your back arching in response.

“Oh, Tristan,” you moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers. He curls them inside of you and brings them to fuck up against your g-spot. He brings his thumb up to your mouth. “Suck for me, angel.”

You do as he says, eyes wide as you wet his finger. He takes it out of your mouth, placing it onto your clit. Your toes curl as he rubs tight little circles over the throbbing bud.

“Ah, Tristan. Mmm, fuck.” His fingers fuck you deeper, picking up the pace just slightly. He rubs your clit faster, his thumb moving from side to side to stimulate each and every nerve.

“Tristan,” you whine. Your walls tighten around him as your stomach coils. “M’gonna cum,” you warn.

“How about you cum on my tongue then,” he suggests, diving down and replacing his thumb with his tongue. You body jerks up, his nose brushing against your vulva as he envelops your clit into his mouth. The sensation is heavenly. His tongue flicks up your clit, his lips sucking loudly. He puts more focus on your clit as his fingers continue to pound inside of you, driving you to your orgasm.

You slap your hand on your mouth as you cum, trying to muffle your moans as to not wake your parents. Tristan draws out your orgasm, licking a stripe up your pussy as he takes his fingers out. You let out a relieved sigh, looking at Tristan through hooded eyes.

“Was that okay?” he asks. You nod, “it was perfect. Man, I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” he asks. “I was worried it would get in the way of us tutoring,” you explain.

“Maybe we should use this to our advantage,” he grins.

You laugh, “oh, yeah? And how do you suggest that?” You slowly sit on your heels, placing your hand on his thigh. You slide your hand up to the tent in his pants, touching him lightly.

“M-Maybe,” he mutters, his eyes fluttering close. “You can kiss me every time I do something right.”

You sit up on your knees, pressing your bare chest to his as you palm him. “I could get behind that.”

He looks down at you, getting impossibly more turned on. “Y-Yeah?”

You nod with a mischievous grin. “Of course.” You bring your other hand up to his face, running your fingers through his hair. “You know, I didn’t realize how easy you were. My hand isn’t even fully touching you, and you’re already a stuttering mess.”

“And I didn’t realize you could be so dominate,” he states. “You didn’t know from tutoring?” You him. “You should really pay attention more.” You kiss his neck, finding his sweet spot and sucking on it.

He takes in a shaky breath, sitting down on the bed as to not lose his balance. You slip your hands into his pants, looking into his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You ask, slowing your movements. “Way more than okay,” he confirms.

You pump him a few times, collecting his pre cum on your thumb and using it as lubricant. Tristan’s hands find your waist and pulls you closer, your body rubbing up against his.

“Can I fuck you?” He asks, his breathing ragged.

You smile, “please do.”

You lay down on your bed after giving him a condom. You watch as he undresses, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as you see his length. He’s a little above average, definitely, and has a good amount of girth to him. You cannot wait to know how he feels.

“Lay back for me, princess,” he says. You do as he says, spreading your legs for him and wait patiently. He smiles as he looks at you. “So gorgeous.” He puts his hands on your waist, bringing you close to him.

“Are you ready?” He asks. “Yes,” you answer.

“Let me know if anything hurts or you just want me to stop,” he says.

You smile, “I will.”

He watches as he slips inside of you, your walls clenching around every inch of his length. You whimper as he stretches you out.

“This feels okay?” He mumbles. “Yes,” you say.

He pulls out of you, then sheathing himself inside of you.

“Ah, Tris —” Tristan crashes his lips into yours to muffle your moans.

“We have to be quiet, baby. Can’t wake up your parents, now can we?” He mumbles against your lips.

You whimper in reply. “Feels good good to be quiet.”

“I know, princess. But be a good girl for me, yeah? You can do that, right?” He hums.

You nod, “m’kay.”

He thrusts inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously. Your back arches, pressing your chest up against his. Your hips buck up, the new angle allowing him to dig deeper. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, dragging down his skin.

“Mm, Tristan. Fuck. Feels so good,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Tristan agrees, holding himself up on his elbows. He fucks you faster, causing your bed to freak, but you two don’t care. All the matters now is each other and how amazing it feels to finally get some release.

Your pussy pulsates around him and he can feel the heartbeat up against your walls. His dick twitches inside of you as he gets close to his orgasm.

“Shit, Y/n,” he breathes out. He fucks you harder, keeping the same pace as before. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours. Your room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled moans.

“Tristan,” you pant, as you feel yourself getting closer. His movements become sloppier and you know he’s about to cum.

“Tristan, I-I —” your hand grabs at his, bringing it between you two.

“I got you, baby.” He begins to rub your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Fuck, Tristan. M’gonna cum,” you mumble.

“Do it for me, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Tristan pants.

You bury your face into Tristan neck as you cum, your body lifting up as you reach your climax. You feel his condom grow heavy inside of you, signaling that he’s cum, too.

His sweaty body rolls off of you and onto your mattress. He takes off his condom, finding a trash can and throwing it away.

You two lay beside each other, cooling off.

“What if your parents find us?” Tristan worries. “It’s a little too late for that,” you chuckle.

Tristan laughs with you. “True.” He throws his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You feel okay?”

“I feel amazing,” you hum. You hug his side, burying your face into his chest.

You two stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company before Tristan speaks.

“Can we do a round two?” He whispers.

You sit up and smack his chest. “Tristan!”

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lightwise · 1 month

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TBB S3E8 - Reactions

- Poor Echo—he really is not getting any screen time is he

- Crosshair’s look of concern when he tells Omega she should be staying away from Rex and Echo 😭

- Okay Omega’s guilt is so clouding her judgement at this point. Poor kid really thinks it’s her fault that all those clones died—no baby girl, the shadow assassin would have gone there anyway whether you were there or not. My heart aches for her

- Hunter 🤝 Crosshair: keep Omega safe at all costs.

- Hunter’s lil “come on” head tilt 🤩

- PHEE!!!! I have been waiting for you!!!

- Crosshair: Who!?! 😶 PRICELESS. EXACTLY WHAT I EXPECTED FROM HIM MEETING HER 🤣🤣🤣

- Not Omega serving as the narrative admitting that Phee is, in fact, much to our dismay, a pirate 🏴‍☠️

- I’M GETTING BOTH MY GIRLS BACK IN ONE EPISODE

- Just slipping a Tech mention in there, why don’t you stop ripping my heart out

- Fennec!!!

- And Cross has the same reaction to Fennec 😆 —he’s finally starting to learn about the life that his family has lived during their time apart

- Hunter being in full dad mode and also being very perceptive about Crosshair hiding his hand issues. He may not always be able to say this about himself, but Hunter admitting that ignoring something won’t make the problem go away is huge growth from him.

- Thank goodness Hunter can pilot. This would be a very short season otherwise

- Cool space station

- I love when Star Wars is grimy city underbellies and neon lights 🤩

- The guys look SO GOOD in purple. Jus sayin

- As does Fennec (Queen that she is)

- I’d let those boys hem me in a booth anytime

- Ming-Na Wen is really pulling out all the stops for Fennec’s voice

- Hunter in neon bar lighting is something so personal to me

- “Ruined one of my scores” lol Fennec is salty tonight

- “More than you’ve got” she doesn’t even know how much they have on them but she knows it’s not enough 🤣 but also where is that 30k credits that Omega won?? They could have used that?

- “We made a deal. I’m going to keep it as long as you hold up your end”

- “Ten? For THAT? That’s what I thought”

- Gosh that water looks nasty

- Wet helmet Hunter instead of WET HAIR HUNTER??? Fffffffsssss Jennifer *clicks tongue in disappointment*

- That is so many mines

- “Close doesn’t count” 🥺

- It’s really interesting to me that this show has been focused solely on the Batch as a family this season. We’ve been on Pabu multiple times and have seen hardly any other residents, no one trying to be neighborly or prying (even though we know Shep has tried to make sure Crosshair is comfortable). The focus is on the Batch themselves this time, not their dynamic with the outside world.

- “You don’t like anything” “true” at least he’s self aware by now lol

- Batcher’s like “you like meeee!”

- Hunter’s senses are back baybee

- Never knew I needed to see Wrecker yeeting space alligators until today. Glorious. Straight up punching them in the face 🤣🤣🤣

- Ohhhh Wrecker giving back her sass blow for blow!

- “So what happened with the kid?”

- I will die on the hill that Fennec cares about Omega deep down

- “Just…seems odd. Considering our past”

- Love that the atmosphere on this planet is orange and it’s Fennec’s episode

- “They thought Omega would be safer with you guys. Guess they were wrong about that” she is not pulling any punches

- “Money’s not everything” you right boy

- “That’s because you don’t have any” phewww 🤣🤣🤣

- Pulling the blaster across the throat in a kill motion?? Hunter what are you doing to me right now 🥵

- “Pretty much” lolol

- This dude is so creepy looking. Giant bug eyes were not what I was expecting

- “You heard me!!” Oh Wrecker is done, done

- Man this guy does not go down easy.

- Bug spit. Nuff said

- “I doubt that” oh Cross, honey, I know, I get it

- THEY HELD HANDS

- I REPEAT SHE HELD HIS HAND

- Sorry I’m having Kenobi show Obi-Wan and Leia handhold flashbacks 😭😭😭😭

- Okay okay I’m back. I think.

- “You’ve missed a lot” “I know”

- Okay just rip my heart out why don’t you

- That is one of the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen

- Pointy finger scrunched brow Hunter is the best Hunter

- “You can either fight me or trust me. Good choice” 😮‍💨

- Hunter getting tipped off that ramp is uh…is ummm…doing something to me. What, I’m not sure 👀🫠

- I also find it really interesting that they’ve barely had us on the Marauder at all this season. Foreshadowing?

- Both Fennec and Phee make the same two fingered salute to the boys after talking to them. Cute.

- Ohhhhh is she…is she selling them out?? Who is she talking to? Cad?

- Wait no she wouldn’t pass them over to someone else if any money could be gained on her side. I bet she’s talking to Ventress. I really wanna know how those two know each other 👀

- Wow. Things are really going to get interesting from here. Can’t wait.

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #some light ramblings #somelightramblings

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verydeadaten · 6 months

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Jaune's Sixth Sense: Pyrrha Addition

The highly unanticipated sequel to this post!

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Jaune and Pyrrha were hanging out in Jaune’s old room in Ansel. They were on break, and Jaune wanted to show his girlfriend the village where he was raised. Pyrrha was sitting on the surprisingly comfortable bed, looking at the wall covered with posters of rock bands and superheroes. Jaune was at his small bookshelf, picking something up. He walked towards the bed, and spoke.

“Pyrrha, you know how you asked me about my favorite fairytale a while ago?”

She looked at him. “I can recall that, yes”

Jaune handed her something. A book. “Well, this is it.”

The book in her hands was heavy, and red. There was an illustration on the cover, what seemed to be a knight in a field. The back had a very scary looking wolf on it. The cover had the book’s title in big, shiny letters. The Great Hunt. Pyrrha looked up at her lover, surprised.

“Jaune, this isn’t a fairytale. This is an epic poem.”

“Yeah, I know, but-”

Pyrrha was laughing now. “I had to read an excerpt from it in combat school, then write an essay about it!”

Jaune was laughing too. “Really? How’d you do?”

“I think I did okay. I don’t remember the exact grade. You probably could’ve done better.”

“Jeez, Pyrrha. My writing isn’t that good.”

Pyrrha had a serious look in her eyes. “Beloved, I got an eighty-six on the last essay Oobleck gave us.”

“Pyrrha…”

“You got one-hundred and ten. You got a perfect score with extra credit on an assignment that nearly everyone else failed. Even Weiss didn’t get a perfect score. Your writing is leagues better than mine will ever be. Now…”

She slammed her hands on the book on her lap. “Tell me about this!”

Jaune exhaled. “Alright. So, I think my mom read it to me as a bedtime story when I was three.”

Pyrrha stifled a laugh. “Really?! I’m pretty sure most parents would read their toddlers childrens books. Not millenia old poems about warriors fighting monsters.”

Jaune snorted. “My parents are not most parents.”

Pyrrha chuckled. “I can tell. Alright, continue.”

“When I was five, I started reading it by myself. I only had the first part, so I just read it over and over. My Dad bought me the rest of it, and I read that over and over. I actually would bring all three parts to school in my backpack. It was so heavy, my back started to hurt. So to stop me from getting permanent back issues, on my 9th birthday, my parents gave me this.” He picked up the book from Pyrrha’s lap. He looked at the cover, seemingly hypnotized by the shiny drawing.

“This is a collectors edition version of the whole poem. That’s why it’s so big, it’s all three parts of the story.”

“It looks amazing, Jaune.”

“I don’t know how many times I’ve read this whole poem. I’ve read it front to back, back to front. I’ve gone online and read analyses about it. I translated a part of it to Octavian (latin) once as a project. At one point, I even started writing essays about it in my spare time.”

Pyrrha was extremely surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah. I had to do an essay about it in middle school. I started and finished it in two days. I had to revise it twice because I kept going over the word limit.”

“Brothers, Jaune.”

“Yeah…”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Jaune felt a bit embarrassed. He liked writing, sue him. At least she didn’t see the typewriter he had under his bed. Or his journals. His many, many, journals.

Nobody could know about those.

Pyrrha then broke the silence. “Can I read it?”

“Of course. Let me clean up, this room is a mess.”

“Thank you beloved.” She gave him a chaste kiss, then opened the book.

As Pyrrha began reading, Jaune looked around the room for things to clean. Dirty clothes (how did he forget to put those away before he left?), music magazines, comic books, and… his bible.

Well, his grandma’s bible to be precise. It was white, covered with a thick layer of dust. He hasn’t read any religious text in a while. His mind swirled with memories. Memories of reading with his grandparents. Memories of church, of sermons. Memories of prayer, and chanting. But his thoughts were interrupted by a sound most horrible.

RIP

His mind went blank. His vision, going dark.

Pyrrha was horrified. How could she do this? Ripping one of her beloved’s most prized possessions, after he most graciously gave it to her to read. What was wrong with her? She had to apologize. But before she could even mutter the words “I’m sorry,” she heard something fall to the ground.

THUMP

She looked up to see Jaune standing before his bookcase, completely still. There was a white book near his feet.

“Jaune? Jaune, are you okay?”

No response.

“Beloved?”

Jaune turned around, and started walking towards the bed.

“Jaune, I didn’t mean to tear your book. I’m so sorry.”

Jaune got his knees on his bed. He took the book out of her hands, and put it on the nightstand to the right of his bed.

“Jaune, are you okay? I’m sor-MMMMMPH?! MMMmmm, mmmmhhh~.”

All thoughts had left Pyrrha’s head, as she was pulled in for a searing kiss! Jaune had her pinned, holding her hands above her head. He wasn’t usually this forward in his affection. Jaune was a shy lover, always nervous, always asking. Today, however, he wasn’t asking, he just took. And Pyrrha didn’t mind that one bit.

Hours later…

Jaune woke up sweaty. His head was pounding. What happened? All he could remember was giving Pyrrha The Great Hunt, then cleaning up his room, then… nothing. It was dark out now. How long has he been out? He looked down on himself, and noticed something. He was naked. Completely naked. He gave a shriek of surprise, and then something to the right of him moved.

“Beloved… Just five more minutes…”

It was Pyrrha, also naked, completely passed out. She was a mess. Her hair was out of its usual ponytail. She was sweaty, and breathing heavily. And she was covered in… fluids…

What the hell happened?

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #arkos

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httpsdana · 4 months

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First Of Many~Rasmus Højlund

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

haven't been here for a while but when Rasmus scored i knew I had to write a fic for my baby @utdmount. Anyway, happy new year everyone I hope you all have an amazing year with your family and friends 💕

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People be wishing to be siblings with a football player, but no. y/n didn't really like the attention from being Diogo Dalot's sister.

Aside from that she hated the rules her brother had put regarding his teammates which are obviously 'you can't date any of them' or 'stay away from my teammates. they're trouble'. Obviously she didn't listen to him and befriended most of them. But a specific young Danish player caught her eye and had a soft spot in her heart.

After a few sneak outs and secret dates, Rasmus finally asked her out. They have been dating for about 2 months now, and of course without Diogo knowing. She didn't want to freak him out and thought that maybe he would try to break them apart.

He was always afraid she would get hurt, so he was overprotective when things come to his sister. Especially after the awful treatment they both had from their father and the trauma it had left in their lives.

The only part y/n liked about being a football sister was the free passes to the matches. So there she was at Old Trafford next to the wags of the Manchester United players. She was here as the sister, but secretly a wag too.

Yes she had the 'Dalot' jersey on, but her 'Højlund' one was in her bag for good luck. She knew Rasmus was struggling recently and that's the least she can do for him.

The first half of the match against Aston Villa was simply awful. The team conceded 2 goals in the first 30 minutes and the crowd was disappointed to say the least.

The last 10 minutes of the first half were a bit better as the team was more controlling and dangerously close to scoring at least one goal before half time. It didn't happen though.

y/n slipped out of the box and to the lockers where the players would be. Diogo was the first one to see her. He was confused but glad he saw her.

"hey what are you doing here?" he asked her, giving her a small hug

"just came to check on you and the guys. I know you will do better in the second half" she smiled softly at him. He smiled back before he was called by his coach. y/n's eyes scanned the room until they landed on a sulking blondie, a pout on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

She smiled at his silly expressions and walked to him, looking over her shoulder to make sure her brother doesn't see her. She sat down next to him making him look up. He smiled quickly and sat up.

"what's with the pout?" she asked, making him sigh

"we were so bad out there. I don't know if the coach is even gonna keep me on the pitch anymore this match." his head dropped into his hands while his elbows rested on his knees. y/n looked up, noticing Diogo was out of sight. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.

"you know that won't happen. The coach has faith in you and so do I and the fans. We know your time will come soon you just have to wait for your time to shine my love" she raised her hand to his wet hair, stroking his head with her fingers

He smiled up at her, laying his head on her shoulder. Her body tensed up a bit, but when she noticed they were the only ones left in the lockers she relaxed a bit.

"I'm gonna try to score for you" he mumbled, making her smile

"you better" she said jokingly making him smile

He got up and took a deep breath. She got up too, before he pecked her lips a few times.

He pulled away and smiled down at her

"for good luck" he murmured making her chuckle. She pushed him away slightly, the smile still on her face

He walked out of the locker room, while she aited for a bit before leaving too. As she stepped out of the room she saw Diogo standing there with raised eyebrows. Her heart dropped as she thought he heard or saw her and Rasmus inside.

"what were you still doing in there?" he asked suspiciously. She gulped looking everywhere other than his eyes

" I-I was just fixing my make up" she stuttered nervously

He eyed her body language, knowing that she was lying but he didn't say anything as the game was about to be resumed.

She let out a sigh of relief when he walked away after his name was called, but she had a feeling he'll be asking her more questions after the match.

She went back to the box where she was sat as the whistle for the second half was blown

It was an amazing second half. The first goal by Garnacho was an offside, but it only fueled the players more with the desire to at least get a draw.

About 10 minutes later Garnacho scored again. a real goal this time. Again, minutes after he scored the second. The atmosphere in the stadium was vibrant.

y/n was so excited that they managed to score two goals, but was a bit sad for her boyfriend. She still believed in him, until the minute 82. Man united got a corner.

After Bruno shot it, it reached one of the opponents defenders, but he didn't manage to quite control, leaving the ball in front of Rasmus. He shot the ball with all his strength and no hesitation.

It hit the post and then the net. y/n screamed from her seat. She started yelling with all the fans behind her and clapping as hard as she could.

She had tears in her eyes because of the pride she felt at the moment. Rasmus celebrated his goal with his teammates and his fans.

When he was left alone in front of the fans, he did a heart shape with his fingers and then y/n's initial after that. When y/n realized what was happening she smiled and blew him a kiss, only for him to blow her another one. She smiled widely and sat back in her seat, blushing furiously at this dedication.

The match ended with a brilliant comeback from the boys. y/n walked down with the other wags to the pitch. Running over to her brother. She was about to hug him tightly with a smile on her face, until she saw his furious expression.

"what the fuck was that y/n? you're really going out with Rasmus?! After i told you one hundred million fucking times that you're not allowed to date any of them?! you thought I would believe what happened in the locker? you two were in there alone! I'm not that stupid!" his yelling voice caught her off guard. The yelling only bringing back some memories that she didn't want to remember. Her dad.

When he used to yell and scream at her and Diogo. When he'd slam a glass or a vase on the wall right beside their heads. Her breath got caught up in her throat, her eyes tearing up while she placed her hand on her chest. Diogo didn't seem to notice it and continued his screaming fit.

But Rasmus noticed. He ran from where he was next to his parents to y/n. He knew all about her issues with her father. He knew all the trauma and fear he had caused to her. He pushed Diogo away and covered y/n's ears, pulling her into a deep hug.

"what the fuck Diogo? you know how she gets when being yelled at. Why are you doing this?" he said as calmly as he could. Diogo ignored him and continued his yelling

"who the fuck do you think you are?! you're fucking with my sister? really? that's so low of you! how could you?!" Diogo only raised his voice more, making Rasmus tighten his grip around his girlfriend that was still crying in his arms.

"please stop. for your sister not for me" Rasmus said in a calm voice.

Diogo's face softened when he looked at his sister, when he heard her low sobs into her boyfriend's chest. Only then he realized what he has done. Not only that, but he realized that Rasmus had managed to calm her down a bit, in a way he could never do.

"I'm sorry. oh my god y/n I'm so sorry. please forgive me" he tried grabbing her shoulder to make her look at him, but she only tightened her grip around Rasmus.

"I think it's best if you leave. you know she'll come around when she's feeling better" Rasmus said

Diogo was disappointed in himself but only nodded his head.

"I'm sorry man. I just realized how much you two mean to each other. And I'm sorry again y/n. I hope you forgive me" he kissed the top of her head and patted Rasmus' back, before walking away from them.

" hey sweetheart, let's go home shall we?" he said in a low calm voice. She only nodded her head and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, burying her head deep in her neck.

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no one asked for this post but i'm procrastinating so anyway here are the artists i think the endless would listen to.

Destiny absolutely listens exclusively to instrumental music, so the only instance where his taste intersects with mine is definitely like. Wulven instrumental songs. I know Saint Hildegard von Bingen composed some shit and based on the vibes of both her and Destiny without having heard her music, that's what he primarily listens to. Most likely his favorite musical artist is a ninth century composer no one has ever heard of.

Death I think listens to all kinds of music, but Cemetery Gates by the Smiths has to be up there. Theoretically should be grim but cheerful and calming instead. She's probably also into folk music, definitely the sort of thing that comes out of Appalachia, but not exclusively. If it's got a good beat, she'll dance to it, that's the vibe.

Dream SAYS his favorite musical artist is a ninth century composer no one has ever heard of, but this is a lie. Early stages Panic! at the Disco. MCR if you want me out on a limb there.

Destruction goes in for modern rock. Not the screamo kind or the particularly angry kind but I think he likes a lot of guitar and drums. And I also think there are a lot of great songs that are just about being lonely and feeling ancient and young simultaneously and he'd really get into those despite not being super coherent with him aesthetically. I feel like such a fucking idiot saying this but yeah I DO think Destruction has listened to every Lorde album at least once for those vibes because nobody does the old-soul bit better than her.

Desire is tricky. I think they listen to primarily alternative stuff, but anything that sounds hungry will do. There's something in my bones telling me to look toward Billie Eilish but that might just be the fact that Mason likes Billie Eilish. I don't know exactly what they like but I do know they absolutely hate mxmtoon. I agree her music's great but it's too mellow for them. Possibly also ballet scores.

Despair is a Nicole Dollanger fan. There's no way around it. You don't listen to Married In Mount Airy without feeling the most divine misery you've ever experienced in your life. Easiest one on the list.

Delirium definitely likes individual songs from random albums. A soundtrack girly definitely but her theme song is "Oh My God" by Ida Maria. Credit to iwillneverleavemyisland on instagram for that idea. She'd love that song "Lobster" too.

#it needs to be noted that i haven't necessarily listened to any of these artists #the sandman #the sandman comics #the sandman tv #the sandman headcanons #despair of the endless #delirium of the endless #desire of the endless #destruction of the endless #dream of the endless #morpheus #death of the endless #destiny of the endless #a.t. shrieking

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yesokaythatsfine69 · 2 years

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Stranger Things Have Happened (Stranger things Hendersonxreader! HC's)

Description: Y/N Henderson is loved by all and feared by few, here are a bunch of head cannons between you and the characters of stranger things season four.

Character(s): eleven, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, will, max, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, Robin, Erica, Eddie, Billie (wdym he's dead??)

Warning(s): spoilers?? (Not really, this is pretty freeform), The byers and El are still in Hawkins, Gay, cursing, smutty?, Fluffy, drugs, alcohol, death, and that should b it (read at ur own risk)

A/n: I'm back! I haven't posted an x reader or hc since 2020 ! Those were strictly also for AOT (but if you're like me and a fan of both please feel free to check out my other works) I love stranger things and if u look at my old master list you'd see that I had originally planned to write for that series as well. If u guys like this let me know, if u guys wanna see more aot let me know, or literally anything else- lmk

Word Count: 3K

Song: running up that hill - Kate bush

*all gifs used are not mine and full credit goes to the owner :)

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For most of your life, until the summer before your junior year, you had been considered pretty much an outcast. Weekends and free time was spent with you playing dnd and practically constructing campaigns for your brother and his friends by yourself. By the time you were fifteen you were a level 10 dm.

While this was fucking sick for you and your brothers friends- the rest of Hawkins didn't agree. Not only that, but you had your younger brothers signature curly short hair, and black, thick, wide lense glasses and large metal trapping around your teeth (braces).

For many years, your only friends were the friends your brother had. Which didn't score you any points amongst your peers. However, when shit hit the fan in Hawkins you fought like a total badass, and became friends with some of the older Hawkins kids who went to your school. (Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve.)

When Max and her brother Billy arrived, you were just a sophomore. When you, Steve, Max, Lucas, and Dustin all got stuck in a bus you and Steve had to fight tooth and nail to get those kids to safety, Billy Hargrove repaid you by almost hitting your bike (with you on it) with his car.

Then, when you went to summer camp- and your younger brother Dustin went to his own, you returned looking like you belonged on some sort of calendar. Robin and Steve couldn't look you in the eye. Robin, you became fast friends with, she shared your love of making Steve's life miserable. You worked with Billy as a lifeguard, and he followed you around like a puppy. Which, considering how you feel about Billy could be regarded as a win or a loss.

Now, here you are. A senior in high school, and a cheerleader. (Nancy told you to try out after noticing how flexible you were when the two of you were fighting alongside one another at the mall). You know everyone and everyone knows you- so, let's get these head cannons started shall we?

A very drunk and a very high y/n

You weren't BIG on partying. You would've much rather been home, dancing around your room, hair brush in hand, singing some Madonna song- but here you are, after a big win for hawkins basketball team, in a very crowded and loud living room party.

You're wearing the cutest mini skirt and the cutest top, both outlining your delicious curves. Your hair is teezed to the nines into a semi-space bun. (Your love for Star Wars endures). However, your makeup is slightly smeered, and your eyes are glassy.

You've had about four red solo cups too many, and you've been spoon fed a blunt. It's a wonder you can walk. You giggle as you shuffle through the crowd of teenagers. "Y/n? Y/n Henderson?"

You paused, turning around to see Billy Hargrove give you a once over. If your face wasn't already warm with the alcohol, you would've blushed. "Billy!" You teetered over, and he helped you keep balance.

"having a good time?" He laughed, but gently moved a stray hair from your face. You leaned into his touch. Usually, you would've threatened him or tried to hit him, but at the moment you were choosing to live, laugh, love instead pain, war, and homicide.

"yesss." You drew. Billy smiled. "Where's Chrissy? She didn't leave you like this, did she?" You frowned. You couldn't really remember, actually. "I don't know, I think she went to the bathroom." You were yelling now, over the pulsing music. He nodded. "Lets get you some water."

He went to move, but you pulled him towards you instead, and suddenly you were meer inches away. Billy bit his bottom lip. "Stay." He shook his head. "I'll be right back." He let go, and moved to the kitchen. However when he did, the song changed. "I love kate bush." You smiled, and began to sway your hips, moving backwards from where you stood.

Then, suddenly you're plowed into from behind. Luckily for you, it's Eddie Munson.

Eddie had referred to you as his dream girl, because, you definitely were. Not only were you hot but you were also a god at dnd. Best of both worlds. He had gone to this party as a main distributor of goods, and hadn't expected you to be there. So when he bumped into you, and immediately caught you before you hit the ground, he was FLOURED.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and touched his nose to yours. "Hey motley Crue, what's the damage?" Your voice was lower, and velvety in Eddie's ears. "I'm-I was-I am- I, uh, Just dropping off some..." He frowned at your dazed expression. Then he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you from falling. "Are you drunk, Henderson?"

You laughed. "Maybe I am Eddison. What are you going to do about it?" You booped his nose. Eddie shook his head. "Yeah, alright." He immediately walked (closer to carry) you out, through the crowd and to his car. He drove you home, expecting only your little brother to be there.

Little did he know...

"Is that your sister, Dustin?" Erica stood at the window looking out the front yard, and Dustin frowned. "My sister is at a sleepover right now-" "Nope, that is definitely y/n." Max grimaced, standing next to Erica at the window.

Dustin frowned and came around to where they stood, Steve following pursuit. When they arrived to stand behind Max and Erica, Dustin smacked his forehead. Eddie Munson was carrying you through their front yard, and you weren't making it easy, flopping around the poor guy like he was a pole and you a stripper.

Eleven, Mike, Lucas, will, Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin all now stood at the window, watching Eddie all but drag you to the front door. "Oh shit." Dustin sighed. Steve rushed out the door, helping Eddie by taking your feet as Eddie took your shoulders.

"what happened?" Johnathan was worried, with all the weird shit happening recently he feared that maybe this wasn't innocent. His mind went to the upside down, to some terrible new creature that they would have to deal with, or MAYBE- Nancy reassured him. "Looks like one of the basketball parties." Eddie looked up at the brunette. "How'd you know?"

She winced slightly. "Personal experience." Eddie and Steve put you on the couch. "I'll get some water." Dustin pointed her to where the cups could be found. "I heard it was supposed to be pretty big." Lucas said, standing next to Max.

Nancy acted as a mother to you, bringing you water, and directing them to place you on your side. Jonathan mostly just tried to make sure you hadn't been taken over by some dnd villain and when he was sure you were just wasted- he let Nancy do her thing.

Eleven was worried that you were about to die, so she immediately grabbed your hand for reassurance. (Whether that was for you or her, idk). Eleven hadn't really seen anyone wasted before, let alone you, her idol. "What if she has alcohol poisoning!" You giggled. "El, your hands are so small!" Eleven frowned. Were her hands small?

Mike snorted and El shot him a glare. Mike nodded and gave you two some more space.

Dustin was pacing, ranting, and absolutely pissed. "Of all the times, y/n seriously!", "What if mom finds out?", "Jesus Christ y/n." And finally "she's okay, right?" El's comment on alcohol poisoning seemed to cool him for the moment.

Lucas kind of wished he was like you right now, drink and high off your balls...but he also realized that this was really, really embarrassing.

Will was worried about you, but he didn't really want to get involved, considering he had no clue what do when someone got alcohol poisoning.

Steve was fussing over you, like BIG time. "Y/n, seriously?" You kept trying to touch his hair. Finally he gave in, but only when you promised to lay on your side and drink some water. "Drink this." He practically poured the water down your throat. "Thanks, Daddy." you said after swallowing, causing Steve to turn bright red. He coughed, and Eddie gave him a look.

Robin was trying to get you to talk as much as possible. This was funny. You were such a cute drunk, too! "Y/n, how do you feel about the humpty dump?"

Eddie and Steve kept arguing about how best to take care of you, to which you interjected, "Don't worry boys, there's enough holes for-" "Y/N! Jesus Christ!" Dustin was slamming his head into the wall.

Y/n saves them

You worked with Billy as a lifeguard at the city pool. You were closing with him, and had made it to your bike when you realized you left your house keys in your locker. So, you begrudgingly went back into the pool. You heard screaming, and at first you thought, funny haha, but then...you rushed in, to see Billy being literally fucking attacked by some venom looking shit. You grabbed the half naked boy and chucked your bag at the creature, giving both of you enough time to escape. The two of you were literally hooked onto each other, and you didn't realize just how close the two of you were clutching each other until he was pushing you into his truck and getting the hell out of there.

Eddie had just witnessed Chrissy's brain explode in her fucking skull. In his trailer. On the roof. Your home phone rang and you had begrudgingly answered, worried that it would disturb your mom. "Hello?" A shaky voice on the other end preened at the sound of your own. "Y/n? Y/n oh thank God. You would not believe what just fucking happened I was here and Chrissy was here and then all of a sudden the lights and her eyes and then bones started cracking and oh my god-" You blinked, trying to rapidly comprehend what was happening over the line. Eddie had never sounded like this. He didn't even sound like Eddie. He sounded like some kid who lost their parent at a grocery store. "Eddie, slow down, what are you-" A sharp intake of breath- "Chrissy's dead, y/n." You paused. Chrissy had been a friend of yours, someone you actually really liked (one of the few people on your squad.). Like the others? You wondered, biting your lip. "I'm on my way."

"Russians? Dustin have you lost your goddamned mind?" You stared at your younger brother and his new found little friend (who was also Luca's little sister,) Erica. "Y/n I know it sounds crazy, but I promise you, Robin and Steve were taken by-" You raised a hand and cut him off. Turning to Erica, you raised a brow. "They did sound Russian." You sighed. "So there's just a bunch of Russians conducting secret experiments in secret elevator shafts at Starcourt Mall?" Dustin nodded. "Yes." You nodded. "And these Russians have kidnapped Robin and Steve?" Erica nodded. "Yeah." You nodded again. "This is like the tenth time I saved Steve's ass." You let out a huff. "let me get my bat."

"Robin? Can you hear me?" Robin gave you a big doe-eyed look, smiling slowly. "So fucking pretty." She mumbled, looking up at you from where you had her on the floor, trying desperately to get her to wake up or move or something. The guards couldn't be distracted forever. You flushed, but forrowed your brows, trying to (unsuccessfully) ignore that. "Robin can you stand?" She touched your face, gently grazing your cheek with her hand. You swallowed. "Is that a yes or...?" "Y/n?!" Your brother yelled from behind you, causing you to Jump. "Jesus! What?" He crept closer to you. "They've been drugged." You rolled your eyes. "really? You think." Robin giggled. "Funny and beautiful." Dustin gave her a confused look. "Is she talking about me?" Oh jeez.

As you said before, you had saved Steve at least ten times before. The two of you had known each other since that time at the Byers, when you were with Nancy and Jonathan and the lights kept flickering and a fucking demon from the pits of Hell came up from no where. Steve had decided to crash the party, which would pay off in the end, but not until you ended up almost getting your windpipe crushed into bits.

Both you and Jonathan held bats in your hands- although you had to admit that Jonathan's was much cooler (barbed spikes wrapped around it's too) and Nancy in between the two of you, with a loaded gun cocked in her hands. She kind of scared you, but also like "girlboss". Steve walked behind you, much to your dismay. The dude was definitely going to get you all killed because he kept freaking out.

Jonathan led the way into his living room, your heart beating in your ears. "Nice place." You swallowed. Then Steve started to lose it. Again. "This is crazy! This is crazy!" You gripped your bat. "I'm gonna hit him." Nancy gave you a look.

He grabbed the phone from their wall and began dialing, Nancy grabbing it from his hand and flinging it. You peered around the room, the feeling of unease you had only growing. They argued as you swept your surroundings, you vaguely hearing Nancy tell Steve that he had to leave. Then he was gone. Then the lights began to flicker.

The three of you stayed in the middle of the room. "Where is it?" Nancy whipped around and Jonathan raised his bat. "Come on you son of a bitch." You swallowed. "I don't think we should taunt it." Then the lights turned off, and it tackled Jonathan to the floor. As Nancy shot at it, you slammed your bat into it's flower like face.

That only pissed it off. It went after Nancy, who quickly shot at it until no bullets were left. Then as got close, you went at it from behind, hitting it over and over again. It's attention turned to you, before Steve jumped into the mix, grabbing Jonathan's forgotten bat and hitting it from it's other side.

The Demogorgon grabbed you by your throat, hoisting you up. Steve hit it at a particular angle, and it dropped you. You pulled the trap around it's ankle, and grabbed Steve as you choked. The four of you now stood at the end of the room, Nancy telling Jonathan to essentially light that mother fucker up like a fucking Roman candle on the fourth of July. Or something like that.

From that point on you and Steve were kind of like a package deal. One saving the other and so forth. Of course this was also the first time you fought or helped save Nancy and Jonathan (not like it'll be the last). "I'm, y/n by the way." You stretched out a sweaty palm. Steve, the king, took it in his. "Steve."

You, yourself had never really helped save Will or Mike. BUT you had helped them to escape, and to destroy your towns brand new and very shiny mall. Which as much as you wished you could say was an accomplishment because you helped destroy a bad guy- it made you sad. You actually liked that mall.

When you, Dustin, Steve, Lucas, and Max all got stuck in a junk yard surrounded by demodogs, it was literally up to you and Steve to get those kids out of there. They surrounded you two, Lucas doing his best to inform you both of their next moves. Once again, you and Steve would work side by side. "There's too many of them!" You called, after getting in a few good hits of some demodog. "We got to get these kids out of here!" Steve only yelled back.

By the end, when the five of you reached safety, Dustin jokingly asked if he should start calling the two of you mom and dad. "Please, god help us all if the hair ball over here decides he wants children." Steve glared at you. "Hey! I'll have you know that I'll be doing the hair industry a favor if and when I decide to have children."

You didn't think that you did much to help El. Like, the kid didn't need help, much less saving, from you especially. You were just a dnd player with a bat and sarcasm. But to El, you were a life saver. Not in the ways were you saved her from a mind flayer or Vecna. But in the ways that you took her hand and soothed her, braided her hair, painted her nails. If it weren't for you she would've been stuck around a bunch of smelly boys who were a lil too obsessed with dnd (you were just a lil better off). Can you imagine?

Y/n gives some relationship advice

(Steve, Billy, Eddie, and Robin did not receive any relationship advice because, as you would often so kindly point out to them, they are single.)

Dustin hasn't originally came to you for advice about Max, but you were there when he asked Steve. You were shocked, because what the fuck did Steve know about women? "Wait why are you asking him? What does he know about women?" Steve gave you a look. "I know plenty about women." You rolled your eyes. "aren't you single?" Dustin interjected. "Y/n, no offense but you've never dated anyone before. Also your my sister and I'd rather eat my foot off then talk to you about what women like so." You gasped. "I'm waiting to get into a relationship until I have my braces off, thank you very much! Also even if I've never had a boyfriend I still know what I'd want." Steve snorted. You gave him a sharp look. "Shut it, hair gel. Dustin, women like it when men are upfront and honest and confident and-" "blah, blah, blah. He's what you want to do." Steve cut you off. You shoved him, and he grabbed you, the two of you falling to the ground. When you landed, the two of you were meer inches from one another's face. Steve's breath quickened slightly and he gave you a soft look. You shoved him back down before hoping up. You wrapped an arm around Dustin. "Just be yourself. Who doesn't love Dustin Henderson?"

"Mike, Mike, Mike." You tutted, watching as El and Max walked away, having just seen the girl break up him. He rolled his eyes. "Not right now, Y/n can't you see I just got-" "your ass dumped?" You lifted a brow. Mike looked like he was about to cry, so you rolled your eyes and patted his back. "You may have brought this on yourself, but I think I know how you can fix this." Mike looked up at you hopefully. "Really?" You nodded. "it's called communication. Talk to her. It does wonders." Mike slumped and you patted his back, smiling at Lucas and Will as you left. Then you paused. "Wait, where's Dustin?"

Lucas was having Max problems. So, he went to the only person who knew who could help. "Lucas? What's up? Dnd isn't for another-" Dustin check his watch "22 hours?" Lucas nodded. He stood outside your house, and Dustin stood at the front door, standing between him and a happy relationship. "I know, Dustin. I'm here to see y/n." Dustin snorted. "Y/n? She'll be at dnd too?" Lucas rolled his eyes. "No, it's not about dnd, Dustin." Dustin frowned. "Is it about English? I can help you better than she can, shes terrible at writing essays." Lucas shook his head. "No, Dustin, I need-" You arrived behind your brother. "Hey Sinclair. Nice do." He took a breath of relief. "thanks. Can I talk to you." You shared a look with Dustin, before shaking your head. Dustin only rolled his eyes. Lucas found himself in your kitchen, allowing you to grab him a glass of water. "What can I help you with, ole buddy ole pal?" Lucas swallowed. "It's max. I think she's mad at me for joining the team." You frowned. "You think?" He sighed. "Okay, I know. She thinks that I'm going to ditch everyone but I only did it to-" he stopped. Lucas couldn't bring himself to admit it. You sat the glass of water down in front of him. Your shook your head knowingly. "The same thing happened to me. Not with Dustin, really, but...I understand. The best thing you can do, is to let Max know that you're still Lucas. You've told her why your playing, right?" Lucas shrugged. "Well, start there. It's best to be honest. You're a good boyfriend, and I know you love her. Everything will be okay, I promise." You smiled at him, and Lucas returned it. "Will you talk to her? She listens to you." You sighed. "I'll think about it." Lucas made a move to beg. "Fine! Fine, I'll talk to her but no promises." Lucas fist bumped the air. "Alright! Thanks y/n!" You rolled your eyes. "only 17 and yet I feel like I have six kids."

"Will, is everything okay?" Will jumped, before your voice fully registered in his head. "Oh, yeah, I was just..." He was alone, sitting outside your porch. It was a dnd night, so his appearance wasn't odd, but what was odd was the fact that he was outside when the party was inside. "Are you sure?" Will shrugged. You sat down beside him. "You know, being different shouldn't make you feel like you should exclude yourself. Everyone is different. There's nothing wrong with that." Will was silent. You nodded. "You, know, I'm different too." He slowly looked up. "yeah, me, y/n Henderson. And I'm okay with it. You should be too." Will meet your gaze. "do you think other people will-" you snorted. "I don't care about other people. Neither should you. The only person who matters to you, is you." He nodded. "You make it sound easy."

"But why does he lie?" El tucked her hands behind her legs. She sat on your bed watching as you made her a friendship bracelet. "He's scared. People lie when they're scared." El watched you work. "What is he scared of?" You added a green bead to the bracelet. "the truth. If he hasn't talked to you straightout, then there's something he doesn't want you to know." El was silent for a moment. "What do I do?" You paused. "well, if you've tried to talk to him about it and that didn't work, then if I were you, I'd probably..." Breaking up with Mike seemed rather harsh. But it would probably be the most effective. "Break up." El was silent again. "Here you go!" You took the now finished bracelet and slipped it on her wrist, smiling. "What do you think?" El, for the first time in a bit smiled a big tooth grin. "I love it!"

"let me ask you this, maximus, are you happy?" You took a drink of your milkshake. Max copied you, then nodded. "yeah. Until he does something stupid." You laughed. "okay, well, I think that the best thing for you to do, is just wait and see." You folded your hands underneath your chin. "wait and see?" Max have you an incredulous look. "Yes. I mean life is about the unknown and how you respond to the unknown. So just hang in there. If it doesn't work out and he changes or you change then-" you waved your hands. "You've seen. that's all you can do." Max nodded. "Well, well, if it isn't my sis and my y/n." Billy came waltzing up to your table. You rolled your eyes. "Don't you have a bed of a middle aged woman calling you somewhere?" You glared at your work partner, who's smile only seemed to grow from your comment. "No, I figure I could make time for a teenaged woman's bed for tonight." Max's face scrunched up in disgust. "Ew."

Nancy was teasing your hair, getting you all dolled up for winter formal. She was humming, and you were smiling because that girl had hands like a god. "This looks so good!" She smiled, "thank you." You clapped your hands. "So is Jonathan picking you up?" Nancy nodded. "How's that going?" She shrugged. Your smile faultered. "Oh no " she waved you off. "no, no, it's nothing like that it's just. You know. Hard. Sometimes." You cocked your head. Nancy sighed. "Sometimes it just feels like he doesn't listen." You nodded. "youve tried talking to him about this?" She rolled her eyes. "It's kind of heard when he doesn't listen." That was fair. "maybe you should force him to. Make him jealous or something." Nancy paused. "what do you mean?" You smiled, "well..."

Jonathan was watching bitterly from the sidelines as Nancy was dancing with some underclassmen. He shook his head. The nerve of these kids. He and Nancy were literally matching, how could they not tell that the two of them were an item? "Jonathan, what are you doing just standing over here in a corner?" He turned to see you. "hey, y/n." He looked down. "Shouldn't you be over there with. Nancy?" He only shrugged. "She's looks like she's having a good time." You tutted. "I don't see that, I don't see that at all. She looks like she wants to die." Jonathan looked up at Nancy. "I think you should go over there, and get that dude away from her. I mean she is your girl. I can't believe you haven't done it already." He frowned. "But she said yes when he asked her to dance?" You rolled her eyes. "You weren't listening, Jonathan. Nancy's nice so of course she said yes. That was your que to interject. 'no, she was actually going to dance with me.'" he looked at you. "you mean?" You nodded. "Go get your girl you big dork."

Y/n accidentally gives them a free show (they see her naked)

(the kids + Jonathan are excluded for obvious reasons)

Nancy saw you naked once and that one time being the time you were so drunk you couldn't stand. She helped you out of your clothes, and into pajamas. "Thanks Nan." You mumbled, however not letting her get anything done. She grunted as she tried to put pants on your cement like body. "no." One leg. "Problem." The other. Nancy fell into the bed, already exhausted.

Billy and you had worked together for a bit at the pool and in that time, he could never really tell how you felt about him. His charm hadn't really worked on you- he blamed Harrington for that though. He thought the two of you had a little thing going, but after bringing it up to his little goblin- I mean, his little sister, Max, he found that that was simply not true. There was no way you couldn't find him attractive though, so Billy was just plain befuddled. He whistled to himself, checking to make sure that all the showers were empty and ready to be cleaned. The pool had been closed for exactly an hour now, giving the good people at the city pool plenty of time to get there shit gone. It was his job to check everything out and then report back to you, so that you could begin the cleaning processes. The dude showers were empty, along with the lockers. So he began to head up front, when he heard your voice call from the women's showers. "BILLY! BILLY!" this was pre-demodog/spider/mind flayer, so Billy's first thought was that perhaps a man had gotten into the women's showers, so immediately he ran in there, no thoughts just charge. He ran right into you, wrapped up in a towel. This unfortunately caused your towel to drop, and Billy to get a mouth, I mean, eye full. He gasped. "Y/n, if you wanted-" you punched his shoulder, working to get your towel back on. "Billy what the fuck are you doing?" He smiled. "I heard you calling. Sounded like an alarm. I thought something was wrong." Billy gave you a sly look. You put your hands on your hips. "I was trying to tell you that the Shower in stall 2 is clogged. If there was an intruder I would've said, 'intruder!'." He smiled at you. "Next time we should probably coordinate our warning yells." You sighed. The two of you stood there for a while, your cheeks reds and Billy's body hot. Finally, you shoved him. "Shouldn't you be doing something. Get out of here so I can change." Billy gave you one more once over. "Yes ma'am." He turned, and you took a breath, trying to get some self control back. Who runs into the girls bathroom?

It was still warm from the summer, and you sat in Eddie's van, tracing one of his tattoos. "You know, I kind of want one." He raised a brow and smirked, his eyes teasing. "Little miss cheer captain wants a tattoo? Isn't that like sacrilege for you guys or something?" You shrugged. "Not if I get it where they can't see it." Eddie stopped smiling, red dusting his cheeks. "Like uh, your thigh or something?" You stopped and stared at him. "yeah because they totally can't see my thighs in a cheer uniform." You rolled your eyes and stood, Eddie quickly following pursuit. "I think I wanna get something like a D20 surrounded by flames. Or maybe a dice with the number 12 on it, because that's the level I'm on right now. What do you think?" Eddie handed you a joint, allowing you to bring it to your lips. He lit for you, catching your gaze. You took a drag, and blew, hitting him in the face. He smiled. "Hot." You nodded, handing him the joint. "Come with me?" Eddie doesn't think before he responds. He takes you to the place he got his, watching (with permission) as they give you the coolest d12 tattoo ever- right in between your boobs.

You giggled, dragging Robin past the gates of Hawkins city pool. It was 10pm, and you two were most certainly not supposed to be here. However what was the harm in a little late night fun? "Y/n, we're going to get in trouble." Robin said, although her smile made the serverity of her words diminish. "Not if we don't get caught." You laughed, tugging her along. When you made it to the water, you stripped off your shirt, shorts, socks, and shoes. "Come on, come on." You ushered Robin to hurry, only receiving a groan in response. Robin mimicked your actions, and within minutes the two of you were in the pool. "Oh my God, let me show you my dive!" You climbed out, fast walking (don't run) to the diving board. When you got in position you turned to where Robin was, watching you expectantly. "I learned this bad boy in Summer camp." You did your dive and it was fucking awesome. Robin clapped for you, but when you returned to the surface a clothing piece of your had gone missing. Robins face was bright red, and she hurried to grab it for you. You laughed good naturedly. "I know I'd get all tens of judges saw this." Robin shushed you, working like a lightning bolt to put your bra back on. "y/n, I love you, but please never do that in public." You bit your tongue. "Why? Are you the jealous type?"

Steve was actually looking for Dustin. He'd never been in the Henderson household before- at least not upstairs anyway, so him accidentally opening your door to your room instead of your brothers was purely an accident! Okay, so maybe he knew it was your room. He just wanted to see what y/n Henderson was really like. Steve had no clue that you'd be home (considering the fact that Dustin told him you weren't- because he didn't want Steve to try and hangout with you instead.) One second he's opening your door the next he's getting the full view of your curves and the way your silhouette has a halo of light that just glows around each edge of your body. He can't even try to cover up the fact that he's checking you out. Because Steve Harrington is literally getting dry mouth from the way your freshly washed hair sticks to your shoulders. Then, time speeds up because you turn, and when you do, he doesn't turn away fast enough. "Jesus, sorry!" your eyes widened in shock as Steve slams your door shut. "Sorry! I-" you slam it open, now wrapped up in a towel, eyes narrowed and furious. "Steven Harrington what the fuck is your-" You take in his form. A slow smile spreads to your lips.

Y/n in trouble!

You've been targeted by Vecna, and the group are all scared shitless, because if anything happens to you-

Eleven will literally die for you. You've done so much for her, you've protected her, you've stood up for her, and you were literally the first female influence she ever had in her life. When she found out that something had happened to you, and that Vecna was now after you- El lost her shit. Immediately she went to the group- she had been the first to find out.

Not only was she having to deal with shitty bullies and the reoccurring trauma of the number brigade, but now one of the most important people in her life may be killed. She's ready for fight tooth and nail for you.

Mike is worried. You're like a second sister to him, and even though you kind of terrify him- it terrifies him even more that something bad could happen to you. He was also worried because of the way the room completely changed. Everyone just stared at El as if she herself transformed into a Demogorgon.

Dustin hasn't felt fear like this before. Usually, it's always been you saving him, not the other way around. You have a plan for everything. Your his big sis, his best friend, and his partner in crime. The coldness that comes with your absence is being stabbed in the gut. "What do you mean...are you..." that was all the poor kid could get out. No plan, no words, no nothing. He was frozen.

When Lucas started playing basketball for Hawkins you were probably his only supporter. You rallied for him, and he realized that you had probably had a similar thing happen to you, when you became a cheerleader. So, you being in trouble made him mad, pissed actually. "Guys?" He cut through the silence. "We need to get help."

Will liked you a lot. You had been his friend for almost as long as Dustin had, and when Mike ditched dnd, no matter what you were doing you had always made time. While, you weren't Mike, your kindness still made him happy. Not to mention, you were the only person who told him happy birthday. You didn't deserve this. So, he nodded emphatically with Lucas. Then the room turned upside down (no pun intended), and everyone started losing their shit.

El was crying and fighting with Mike, who was so stressed he was turning mean, Dustin was yelling, Lucas was trying to get them to listen, and Will could only stand there, "um..guys..."

Max was ready to kick some ass. She adored you. Especially with how patient you were, how kick ass you were. She had told Lucas more times than she could count that she wanted to be just like you. Probably without all the Cheerleader stuff, though. "Guys, we have to save her!" Max had urged the group, who was practically splittering with your disappearance. They all paused, looking at Max as if they'd just now realized she was there. "Lucas is right, we need help. Come on."

Nancy wasn't sure she heard Dustin right. You? Y/n Henderson? In trouble? Taken by Vecna? She grit her teeth. "How?" The kids in front of her just gave a her a look, fear, sadness, despairation. That's when Nancy knew. She took a deep breath. "Let's get her back."

Jonathan grabbed his car, he and the boys stockpiling flashlights, ropes, music tapes, and all of the essentials. "Don't worry. We're going to get her back."

Steve practically crashed into the Wheeler house. "Where is she?" He was losing his mind. He loved- I mean, he cared about you a lot. "What happened?" He was pacing, hands on his head. "Steve." Nancy, tried to get his attention. "Steve " he kept pacing and mumbling incoherently, so Nancy grabbed him. "Steve!" He paused and she glanced at the kids, watching him. He understood then, nodding. "Alright, alright. Let's do this."

Robin kept wiping away stray tears when she was sure no one was looking. "Alright, so what's the plan?" Robin would be lying if she didn't have a thing for you- it seemed like everyone had a thing for you- but beyond that, you were like a best friend. She had been worried something like this would happen, the feeling of not being able to escape, of being trapped- maybe it had been right. They were never going to be free. "This place is going to Hell."

Erica was just there to mainly keep everyone in line. Of course, your disappearance was scary, but Erica was Erica, and if these bitches wanted to help you, then they would have to bitch up.

Dustin was the one who told Eddie. They needed his skill- a dnd master to help find another dnd master. Eddie at first thought that Dustin was fucking with him. "Yeah, alright sure Henderson-" Steve cut in. "He's not fucking around, Munson. We need your help." Eddie was INTO you, and the idea of some evil fallen wizard now having control of you, caused him to dig his rings into his skin. He remembered when he gave you one, and how surprised he was when your wore it to a game with your cheer outfit on. He swallowed.

Billy had accidentally found out about your disappearance. He had really tried to let go of what happened in the summer previous, but nope. Fucking Hawkins. "Where are you all out to in such a fucking hurry?" He snickered. Steve moved to get into his face, but Max caught him off. She new that Billy had a crush on you. "Y/n's gone."

Billy stopped. "what do you mean, y/n's gone?"

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A/n: hello again, I know this was probably confusing and probably rushed, but I had the idea and had to get it out of my head. Comments and criticism are welcomed! Remember requests are also opened! Happy reading!

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine

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fictional-crushes-unite · 1 year

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Cheater, Cheater

Keys x reader! Based off an idea by @loliakeoghan23

Before the story of Free Guy begins, reports of a hacker stealing user codes pile up to the extent that Antwan enlists Keys to track the culprit down or risk losing his job

TW: Cursing, sexual themes, actual crime

The furious clacking of the keyboard’s tiles echoed around the room as Y/n’s eyes fixated on the screen, finger whirring as she fired repeatedly at the digital avatars.

The Harlequin-style character shot in accordance with each click, sending the surrounding players to the ground.

“You’re pretty good at this,” the chat crackled to life through her headphones as the player count dropped. Y/n rolled her eyes at the condescending tone and flicked down her mic. “I’m no expert,” she replied coquettishly in a sugary voice. “Just playing for fun.”

Clearly it was the right move, as the guy seemed to gain more confidence from her answer. “Your boyfriend help you rack up all those levels, babe? Pretty high score for someone who’s using it for rec.”

Jeez, that was predictable, Y/n smirked, used to the ‘smooth’ lines of Free City’s most frequent players. Judging by his skin and gamer tag, this dude was either some geeky teenager or a thirty-year old who was still dependant on his mother.

Pulling up a sidebar, she started implementing lines of code into the program, mining through the available data as her opponent kept obliviously blabbering on. “I’m just saying, there are hardly any gamer girls that get this far. And the ones who do are like, threes at best.”

Y/n grimaced, stalling long enough for the information to transfer before discreetly moving her character into the enemy’s line of fire, yet not enough so it looked purposeful.

The gun sound effect mixed with the guy’s triumphant exclamation brought her back to the game, where a heavily decorated YOU LOSE floated over the image of her opponent’s avatar dancing idiotically.

“Sorry, baby, tough luck,” he crowed, more focused on collecting the onscreen rewards to realise his entire financial information log had been compromised. “We could do this again sometime, I could give you some pointers?” he added hopefully.

“Thanks, but no,” Y/n sighed, double checking the info transfer before exiting the match. The game disappeared into it’s small window, revealing the clear numbers of every purchase ever made with his account.

Sliding her headphones down around her neck, she started scrolling down each date and timestamp until she got to the core signup information. Free City’s account creator was sketchy from the beginning, with little to no credit security, yet every player needed bank information to join. It was like they were ASKING to get hacked.

“You spend a surprising amount of money on video games for someone with no income, Mr...Brandon,” Y/n mused aloud as she copied each code down and encrypted them. “What would your mother say if she knew you linked her debit card onto your account as well?”

“I really hope you learn your lesson from this, honey” she tsked,

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“Keys, Keylime, K with a capital E, what is up, man?” Antwan called from behind his desk.

Keys hesitated awkwardly as the doors slid closed. “Um. Hi. I heard you wanted to talk about something?”

Antwan hopped up, his jacket swishing as he made his way around the table. “Well, I was just thinking about you, bro! I wanted to see how you were doing, ask how’s the wife, you know,” he shrugged.

“I’m not married?” Keys protested weakly as Antwan wrapped his arm around his shoulder. His boss nodded, clearly not interested.

“Right, right, that’s cool. So I had a little question I wanted to run by you, being the smart little nerd you are.”

He opened his mouth to respond, before Antwan kept on talking.

“I was talking to my dudes in Account Security, that boring stuff, yeah? And usually those meetings are a total snooze. But this week, they had some new stuff to blab about. You got any complaints about bank info being whisked away?”

Keys frowned. “Yeah, uh, we got like four this week. But I checked through the player data base and there’s no record of any breakthroughs.”

“Hmm. See, that’s the fun thing. I know that there’s a hacker, with a cute setup in a dingy basement somewhere, and they’re smart.”

Antwan tapped the side of his head. “But I, my geeky little man, am smarter. Which is why I’m assigning you to finding our fun little thief.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Keys closed his eyes, trying to process what he was saying. “You want me to find a hacker, who could be literally anywhere in the world? Don’t you have a security team for this kinda thing?”

“Aw, bro, those guys are pathetic. Besides, you’re more than capable. Think of it like a mystery, Detective Hair Gel, assigned to you from the King himself.”

“You’re kidding.” Keys deadpanned.

Antwan smiled, pulling Keys along with him to the large windows at the back of the room. “Look out there, bro,” he said seriously, gesturing to the city beneath them. “There are people out there in danger, losing their hard earned money to this secret villain. Don’t you feel the urge to defend your fellow dudes?” he asked seriously.

He turned to stare at Keys, a momentous look on his face. “This mission, if you so choose to accept it, will make you a hero.” Suddenly his whole expression changed. “Besides, if you don’t, I’ll have you fired.”

“Antwan, what-”

“Nice talk, man,” Antwan said nonchalantly, shooing him out. “Good luck on catching the hacker!”

“-but I’m not-” Keys started, before the door slammed in his face. “-going to catch the-damn it.”

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Keys collapsed into his chair, sending it spinning in lazy circles around his cubicle.

Mouser looked up from his own desk, a scrutinising look on his face. “What happened in there, man? You left and came back looking like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Keys groaned in response. Tilting his head back to the ceiling to avoid Mouser’s inquisitive gaze. “Antwan’s making me track down this prick who’s stealing user codes.”

“Oh, man, that’s awful.” Mouser chuckled.

“Tell me about it,” Keys griped. “My job is riding on tracking down some deadbeat loser.”

Mouser shook his head. “A genius deadbeat loser. I’ve gone through some of the user complaints, and there’s like, nothing there.”

Keys sat up. “So what, I can’t track this guy,” he put down a finger for each point. “We have no idea how he’s managing to get in the accounts,” Another finger. “And finally, my career is on the line if I can’t figure this out.”

He shrugged, exasperated. “I’m screwed.”

“Man, you can do this,” Mouser argued, leaning on the divider between the desks. “Use the MIT smarts.”

Keys glared at him.

“I’m serious! This dude is pretty good at taking advantage of idiots, right? So act like an idiot and pull a full whamo on him”

“So what, you want me to just parade around in hopes that this one specific hacker decides to hack me?”

Mouser shrugged. “Sure. Catch a fly with your web of smarts, I guess.”

“Thanks, man,” Keys sighed.

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Y/n hummed along to the music playing on her speakers, nodding her head to the beat as she swiped through the Free City menus.

“-and the haters’ gonna hate hate hate,” she sang along quietly, clicking on her avatar. The pixelated figure appeared on screen, along with the customisation menu. Scrolling down, she settled on a lower grade cutesy costume, and selected the Online Play option.

Y/n leaned forward in anticipation, fingers resting lightly on the keyboard. As the dial up appeared on the screen, she paused her music and lowered her headphones over her ears.

When the game finally kicked in, she immediately noticed the classic “I’m-an-angsty-teenage-boy” combo, and sighed in disappointment. Easy marks, with next to no security whatsoever. Sad.

She barely had to do anything, letting the appearance of her character do most of the work as the players shot and fired in accordance.

As she entered in the code, her phone rang, loudly blaring from beside her. “Shit!” she muttered, scrambling to shut it down, quickly entering the last line of numbers before quickly exiting the lobby.

Pressing the button on the screen, she exhaled, letting some of the tension roll off her. Putting the phone on silent, Y/n pulled her headphones back on and reentered the game.

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From across the city, Keys sat forward, startled by a security error in the mainframe. A small mistake, only a couple letters misspelled, gave him a pinpoint of someone entering through a backdoor.

“Bingo,” he grinned, typing in the error location.

His avatar appeared onscreen, in his default customisation, as he entered the lobby address into the game bar.

He inhaled deeply as the screen displayed the loading symbol, plugging in his earphones and focusing on the screen.

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mister-mk86 has joined the lobby

The words popped up at the top of the screen, momentarily distracting Y/n from the current menus in her inventory.

She scanned over the player bio, looking for any irregularities that could equal a bot or scammer. Coming up with nothing, she exited the profile and focused on the game.

new message from mistermk86

Y/n groaned. Predictable, really. The lobby had gone down to significantly less players, all newbies or bots at this point. She clicked on the message.

Hey

“Wow. How eloquent.” Y/n scoffed, pulling up her keyboard.

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Keys stared at his screen, watching the typing indicators in the message board.

rebelfan is typing...

Hi there

He smirked, quickly typing a response.

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mistermk86 private match?

She rolled her eyes, but clicked on the invitation.

The icon over her character appeared, showing the game type and weapons menu. Navigating it easily, she selected her defaults and began playing.

Part 2----> Coming soon

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Rewatching Chapter 18 of The Mandalorian, “The Mines of Mandalore”, and blabbering away incoherently!

Ooh, we got the Ship o haj Mandalorians theme in the recap! That song fucking slaps.

Peli didn’t replace her tooth, and I love it

Oh Peli, never change your Jawa-loving ways

“No complaints” = HIGH praise from this guy

She’s so proud of him!

Grogu is GOING TO TALK THIS SEASON, he is! Peli called it

Not only is R5 scared of going to Mandalore, so is the gonk droid in the background who slowly is backing away during this conversation

Din: “let’s go on an adventure!” Grogu: “dad there are fireworks RIGHT HERE”

I love absolutely everything about Din explaining Mandalore to Grogu. Admitting he’s never been there either? My freaking heart. “Our people”? Crying forever

Man people really do need to give R5 a rest, he’s doing what he can okay

I love the spookiness of Mandalore and the tense music. The whole place is unsettling, from the glassed surface to the bad weather to the deserted feels

I like that the helmet does have pressurization capability! Stuff I had headcanoned as being correct is coming to life.

Grogu really is talking a lot more with more sentence like structure. What is his first word gonna be???

Din is struggling even worse with the Darksaber than he was in Book of Boba Fett. Why? I love it. I am so excited to see what the narrative tells us about it! It’s interesting because the Armorer said he couldn’t use it while his mind was conflicted… yet Din probably thinks his mind is as clear as it’s been a long time. He’s on a mission to redeem himself in the mines. He has Grogu back with him once more. What could he be conflicted about now? (Unless he’s secretly got a religious crisis brewing in his head in which case I am HERE. FOR. THAT.)

CRAB

POISON CRAB

Does it just eat Mandalorians? Is it a former Mandalorian who could only survive the glassing in this giant droid carapace, like a Mandalorian Big Daddy?

Grogu’s going to be an ace pilot some day, isn’t he?? <3

Poor Bo. Fell asleep in her throne room again. Her blanket looks cozy though.

Bo about to march out there like “get the FUCK off my lawn” and then being very surprised

Poor Bo again, having to see the ruin of her planet :( why does this keep happening to Star Wars women! Leia, Cara, Bo…. I’m loving her so far this season. She does bitter and wounded so well!

I love that Bo is actually building Grogu up! Telling him he’s good with the Force <3 <3 <3

Damn Bo, look at these mad skills!

First person to call Din Grogu’s dad? Now he just needs to do it himself!

Bo has serious Darksaber skilllllllz, will she be his teacher this season?

I also love that this season they have finally leaned into Din having a name. Will it ever be as recognizable as Boba Fett or Han Solo to the casual fan? I’m not sure, but I’m happy they’re doing it. It would start to get pretty weird, I guess, to have everyone call him Mando in a season with 100 Mandalorians.

“Your kid” <3 Aww complimenting Grogu.

Getting serious Deep Road vibes here and I love it.

No pog soup? There’s something important here and I’m not sure either of them realizes it. Maybe Din realizes he really was raised strangely when he thinks about it. Maybe Bo realizes Din isn't just weird, he's genuinely missing a lot of vital information/it was deliberately kept from him.

The way Din was overwhelmed with emotion hearing about Bo-Katan’s father’s sacrifice. Don’t get any ideas, Din.

Interpretative sign, hell yeah!

Din is so reverent. Even Bo-Katan’s like, “shit, dude’s going through it.”

Mythosaur tried to eat him, right? How else could he have sank that quickly?

Mythosauuuuuuuurrrrr!!!! So cool and just the perfect amount of mystery!

BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

Awww man, Joseph Shirley took over the score from Ludwig Goransson? It says musical themes by Goransson, but score by Shirley, in the credits. Joseph Shirley did Book of Boba Fett and while I liked some of those songs a lot (Faster Than a Fauthier is a delight) I could do with out all the “Boba FETT!!!” choruses. Hoping this does not bode ill, I loved the first 2 seasons’ score so much and listen to it regularly.

Very excited for next week now! And genuinely having no idea what’s next since Din skipped the side quests and went straight to advancing the story.

#the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian spoilers #the mines of mandalore #the mines of mandalore spoilers #din djarin #bo katan kryze #grogu #grogu djarin #clan of two #text post #long post

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maybe a malcom x reader where the reader and him are academic rivals and they have a playful banter and then develop feelings for each other and malcolm gets jealous and they have a fight turned kiss???

The Couple Project (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Y/n L/n and Malcolm Wilkerson get paired for a project where they have to act like a couple for three weeks. What happens when someone gets in the way, and when feelings start to change?

A/N: Three things: One, as I was writing this, I realized there wasn’t really any academic rivalry. Two, I’ve also realized that I use Reese whenever Malcolm has to get jealous. It’s probably feeling overused, but it’s easier to use Reese than make up a new character, plus there’s some more drama lol and three, this is my longest non-series fic rn, so that’s pretty cool

***

“What did you get?” Y/n whispered to her desk mate, Malcolm Wilkerson. He smirked as he showed his paper, his score marked in red ink.

“Fifty-one out of fifty. How about you?” Y/n smiled, turning her paper around.

“Fifty-two out of fifty.” Malcolm’s smirk dropped, which made Y/n giggle. “I guess Ms. Smith liked my extra credit answer better.”

“How could she have liked yours better? Mine was great.” Malcolm asked as the class packed up, close to the end of class.

“Because I’m not a jackass, Malcolm.”

“Oh, okay then.” He laughed sarcastically as the two walked out of the classroom. “Are you coming to math club after school?”

“Of course,” Y/n said. “Who else is gonna help you with your times tables?”

“Very funny. But before you help me, who’s gonna help you with your times tables?” Malcolm smirked, and Y/n smiled softly.

“Ready for Williams?”

“Never have been, never will be.” Yet he still opened the door to Mrs. Williams’ class and looked at Y/n expectantly, waiting for her to walk in. Y/n simply smiled at him.

“Ladies first.” She gestured for him to walk into the class.

“Age before beauty.”

“Very funny.” Y/n finally walked in but looked back at Malcolm for a quick moment. “But you’re older than me, dumbass.”

Everyone walked to their assigned seats and waited for Williams to start the lecture.

“Good afternoon, class.” The lady soon said. The class murmured a response to her. “So, as you all know, in this class, you’ll have to put your life and childcare skills to the test. Your final is gonna be taking care of a robot baby for a month. Lucky for you, that won’t be for a while. We’ve already learned how to take care of things like finances, and now, we’re gonna focus on relationships.”

Mrs. Williams stands up from her desk and makes her way around it, holding up a piece of paper.

“I’ve assigned you all partners. When your names are called, pair up. Then you can all sit down with your partner when I’m done.”

It was no surprise to anyone that Y/n and Malcolm were paired together. Despite rivaling each other for the highest grade point average, they worked well together. They could provide results that teachers expected. What teacher wouldn’t want great work?

“Now,” Mrs. Williams continued after everyone was seated by their partner, “most children come from couples. You and your partner will be like a couple for the rest of the semester.”

The class groaned. Y/n scoffed.

“Will I ever get a break from you, Malcolm?” She asked sarcastically.

“Till death do we part, dear.” He rolled his eyes, but a small smile still graced his lips.

“Calm down.” Mrs. Williams quieted the class. “If you have such a problem with your partner, you can see me after class. On to the assignment. This will be a three-week-long project. You will all have a checklist of things you must complete at the end of those three weeks, domestic activities. This’ll be a way to help you get familiar with your partner so you both can successfully care for your baby when you have your final.”

She then passed out a paper to every student. The paper had a list of different activities with boxes next to them to be completed.

“You can use the rest of the class period to plan things out with your partner. When you finish an activity, check the box and write down the date you did the activity.” Mrs. Williams then went to sit at her desk, allowing the students to converse.

“Go for a walk with your partner.” Y/n read boredly from the top of the list.

“Have an out-of-home date, such as going to the movies.” Malcolm continued with the same tone.

“Cook a meal for your partner. Damn, I wish Reese was my partner. I could eat his food forever.” Y/n’s mind went to when she was invited over for a different project she was paired with Malcolm for. She was going to go home when Reese started serving dinner, and the family insisted that she stay to eat.

“Wanna come over after math club? I don’t have the car, so we can do that walk.” Malcolm skimmed the rest of the paper before folding it up and putting it in his pocket. He looked at Y/n, waiting for a response.

“Sure.” Y/n put her paper in a folder and looked at Malcolm. “We could watch a movie, get the at-home date out of the way.”

“F/M?”

“You know it.”

***

Go For a Walk With Your Partner

“Herkabe’s so annoying. Makes me want to quit the club.” Y/n groaned as she and Malcolm walked off school property and towards his house.

“He’d probably hunt you down.” Malcolm smiled, but the grin went away at the thought of the guy. “Besides, you can’t leave. You’re the only other normal person in there.”

“Oh, you’re far from normal, Malcolm. For starters, you have that big head of yours.” Y/n laughed as she watched Malcolm roll his eyes.

“It’s because my brain’s bigger than yours.”

“Or because you have more air in your head.” Y/n smiled fondly. “Wow, it’s like we really are married.”

“Woohoo,” Malcolm said sarcastically before getting slightly serious as they neared his property. It was clear they were close because of the dead grass that covered his lawn. “If I’m being honest, there’s no one else I’d rather be fake married to.”

“Aw. I didn’t know you were capable of being this sweet.”

***

Have an at Home Date Activity

“Hurry up. I wanna start the movie.”

“Y/n, I’m making popcorn. You know how remotes work; just start it.”

“I can’t start it until you’re sitting down.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m being polite.”

“Polite my ass,” Malcolm grumbled as he finally made his way to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat down, placing the bowl between him and Y/n.

“I heard that.” Y/n gave him a look as she finally started the movie.

“With your big ears, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” She playfully smacked his arm before settling into the couch cushions.

It wasn’t long until Y/n shivered, a chill having touched her neck and run down her spine. She reached for some popcorn to cover up the reaction, but Malcolm had noticed. He’d seen the movie playing so many times that he didn’t feel the need to concentrate too hard on it.

Without a second thought, he grabbed a blanket that lay along the back of the couch and put it on their laps, putting the popcorn bowl over the blanket so they still had access. He didn’t say anything about it, and neither did Y/n. They just kept watching the movie.

Eventually, they had run out of popcorn, and Malcolm got up to make some more. Y/n fiddled with the blanket hem, not knowing what else to do with her hands, until Malcolm returned with a fresh and full bowl. As soon as the bowl was set down, Y/n went to grab a handful. At that exact moment, Malcolm also decided he wanted some popcorn.

They touched hands in the middle, and there was a moment of tension. Y/n tried breaking it by moving her hand away, but Malcolm had other plans.

“Don’t be weird about it. We’re married.” Malcolm smirked as he grabbed Y/n’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Y/n grabbed some popcorn with her free hand, eating it before speaking.

“I can’t wait for the divorce.” The faint blush on her cheeks said otherwise.

***

Have an Out of Home Date

Nerdy kids flooded the restaurant, decorated with uniforms, medals, and ribbons. The math club had just left their state competition and were given an hour to eat before continuing the journey home. Malcolm and Y/n sat in a booth, conversing with Dabney and Lloyd on the other side of the table.

“I’m surprised Herkabe didn’t start kissing the ground you walked on after winning us state.” Y/n laughed, taking a sip of her drink. “You should’ve seen his face when they announced us. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him that happy before.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happy before, period.” Malcolm smiled, reaching over to grab some fries from the appetizer the group had ordered. “But it was a group effort. It wasn’t just me.”

“Yeah, right.” Lloyd scoffed. “You’re the smartest out of all of us, Malcolm.” Dabney nodded in agreement, but Malcolm just looked down.

“Guys, please.”

“No, Malcolm.” Y/n put a hand on his shoulder, raising his gaze from his lap to her. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but stop being so humble right now. Because of you, we’re going to nationals next month. I’m so excited; I’ve never even been outside the state.”

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you.” Malcolm raised his hand to rest on Y/n’s, giving her a soft smile. “Don’t act like you didn’t do great too. You got second place in our division. You were only a point behind me.”

“Aw.” The soft moment was broken by Dabney, who looked at the two with his head in his hands.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t dating?” Lloyd asked, who looked at them skeptically. The question made Y/n and Malcolm break away, rolling their eyes.

“No, Lloyd,” Y/n answered, reaching for some fries.

“You guys would be a power couple.” Lloyd continued. “I mean, think of the brainpower your kids would have.” Y/n was glad she hadn’t eaten the fries yet because that sentence shocked her and Malcolm.

“Lloyd!”

“I’m just saying!”

Soon their food was served, and they started eating. Y/n was grateful because the fries weren’t satisfying her hunger, and the food had cut off the conversation.

Having kids with Malcolm, she internally laughed at the thought. Yeah, right.

“Speaking of being a couple,” Malcolm said suddenly after scarfing down half of his food. It was safe to say that he was hungry as well. “This can count as an out-of-home date, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I can fill that in when we get back on the bus.” The curiosity that filled Y/n when Malcolm started his sentence was replaced by something else when he finished it. What the feeling was, she didn’t know.

“How’s that going?” Lloyd asked.

“We’re almost done with our list,” Dabney added.

“Already?” Y/n asked. “It’s only been a week. What do you guys have left?”

“Cooking a meal. My mom doesn’t like it when I use the stove.” Dabney admitted sheepishly.

“And obviously the letter.”

“What letter?” Y/n asked. She didn’t remember reading anything about a letter.

“When you’re done with your project, you have to write a letter to your partner,” Lloyd answered. “It’s supposed to be about what you learned about them and yourself during the three weeks.”

“You didn’t tell me about that,” Y/n said to Malcolm. He shrugged.

“I thought you knew.”

Y/n shook her head. On top of her regular schoolwork and the activities she has to do with Malcolm, she has to write him a letter? Great.

***

As soon as her lunch period started, Y/n went on a mission to find Reese. One of the last things on her and Malcolm’s to-do list was to cook a meal. If anyone could teach her how to cook, it was Reese.

“Reese!” Y/n sped across the courtyard to the boy, who was holding an underclassman by the collar of his shirt. He gave her a quick glance.

“Hold on.” He looked at the kid again. “Have you learned your lesson, kid?”

He nodded profusely. Reese smiled and let go of his collar.

“Good. Now get out of here.” He pushed the kid away and turned to Y/n. The boy quickly ran away.

“What did he do?” Y/n asked, holding back a laugh as she saw him trip over his feet.

“Didn’t like the way he was looking at me.” Reese shrugged. “What’s up?”

“Can you teach me how to cook?” The question made Reese light up. Besides beating kids up and doing other reckless things, cooking was his biggest passion.

“What do you wanna make?”

“Whatever Malcolm’s favorite food is. One of the last things for our couple project is cooking a meal for our partner, and I have no idea what to make.”

“Trying to impress him or something?” Reese smirked at the red making its way on Y/n’s face.

“No. Just wanna get a good grade.”

“Whatever. Come over after school. We’re gonna make seared chicken with green beans and baby potatoes.” Reese grabbed his backpack and started to walk away.

“I have math club after school,” Y/n said. Reese just shrugged.

“Don’t care.”

Impress him? Y/n rolled her eyes at the thought. Why would I wanna impress Malcolm?

At the ex-Krelboyne’s lunch table, Malcolm watched as Y/n called out thanks to Reese. Why was she talking to him, he wondered.

He didn’t have long to think about it before Y/n suddenly sat beside him. Sensing that he was in somewhat of a sour mood, she didn’t say anything to him until after lunch was over.

“Hey, can you tell Herkabe that I can’t come after school today?”

“Why?” Malcolm asked. She never missed math club or any other academic opportunity to prove her brainpower. Especially when Malcolm was there trying to do the same thing.

“Just tell him I can’t make it. That something came up.”

“Why can’t you tell me?”

Y/n sighed.

“I just can’t, Malcolm. Please, just tell Herkabe I’ll be there next time.”

“Fine.” Malcolm knew that Y/n was a stubborn girl. Even if he kept pushing, she’d stand her ground.

Y/n gave his arm a quick squeeze.

“Thank you, Malcolm. I’ll see you later.” Then she went to her class. As Malcolm walked down the hall, he wondered why she was skipping the club meeting. Did Reese have something to do with it?

***

Cook a Meal For Your Partner

Delicious smells filled the Wilkerson’s kitchen as Reese and Y/n cooked. If Y/n had timed it right, she was confident she had, Malcolm would get home right after the food was served. That was in 10 minutes.

“Thanks for helping me with this, Reese,” Y/n said, flipping over the chicken that was in the pan.

“No problem. You should probably take the potatoes out of the oven now.” Y/n nodded, walking swiftly to the oven with an oven mitt. She took the tray out and went to set it on the stove when she tripped over the leg of a chair. Luckily, Reese was there to grab her.

“Careful!” He shouted, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from hitting the ground. The potatoes rolled around on the tray, but none of them dropped. Reese helped her stand upright, and she set the tray of potatoes down.

“Thanks, Reese.” Y/n turned off the stovetop and brought out two plates from one of the cabinets. “I hope he likes it.” She murmured as she plated the food. She was impressed with herself. It looked pretty good for her first time.

“He’ll love it. It’s coming fro-”

“What the hell is going on here?” Malcolm stood on the other side of the table. Y/n and Reese jumped in surprise; neither of them had heard him come in. It seemed that the 10 minutes had passed rather quickly.

“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked, setting silverware down by the plates she placed on the table.

“Don’t act like that. I saw you guys through the window.” Malcolm turned his gaze to his brother. “Why were you touching her like that, Reese?”

“She was gonna fall.” Reese shrugged, not knowing why Malcolm was so angry.

“Yeah, right.” Malcolm scoffed before focusing back on Y/n. “So this is why you skipped math club? To have dinner with Reese?”

“What?” Y/n laughed. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m serious,” Malcolm said. “You wouldn’t tell me why you were skipping, and then I find you in my house cooking dinner with my brother’s hands all over you.” Y/n scoffed.

“Reese, can you excuse us for a moment?” Y/n asked the older boy, eyes still on Malcolm. Reese gladly accepted the invitation to leave, walking to his room. But not before taking one of the plates.

“Well?” Malcolm stood with his arms crossed.

“For your information, Malcolm, I’m not fooling around with your brother. I was trying to finish our assignment.”

“What assignment?”

“Our couple assignment! I asked Reese to help me cook dinner because cooking a meal was one of the last things we had to do. Why are you even angry? Even if I was dating Reese or whatever, that doesn’t affect you in any way.”

The anger on Malcolm’s face faded away and was replaced by embarrassment and regret. He was going to speak but was interrupted.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter. Here’s your dinner.” Y/n pushed the remaining plate of food towards Malcolm. “I heard it’s your favorite.” Y/n then stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed her backpack, and left.

Malcolm looked down at the plate. It was indeed one of his favorite meals. That just made him feel even worse.

“Sometimes, I think you’re a bigger idiot than me.” Reese giggled as he walked out of his room after hearing the front door slam shut. The plate that he took had only half the food it initially did. Reese pointed to Malcolm’s plate, still on the table in front of him, with his fork. “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Shut up, Reese.” Malcolm stormed off to his room, shutting the door behind him.

Why did he get so mad at her? Y/n was just trying to finish their project, and he let his feelings get in the way of it.

His feelings.

Shit.

***

There were a few days left until the couple project had to be finished. Y/n hadn’t talked to Malcolm since the dinner fiasco. But that didn’t mean that Malcolm didn’t try talking to her. Notes were passed but not passed back. Calls were made but not answered.

Luckily, Malcolm had a plan. For ten bucks, he got Reese to find Y/n and take her to their house after school. Malcolm would be waiting for her there.

“Reese, just tell me what you wanna show me. I’m getting impatient.” Y/n groaned as she and Reese walked across the dead lawn and to the front door.

“Just wait,” Reese repeated for the fifth time since they started the journey to his place. He jiggled his key into the lock and opened the door, letting Y/n walk in first. She dropped her bag in the front room and walked into the kitchen.

Malcolm stood by the dinner table, keeping his eyes on her. There were two plates of food and a small lit candle next to him.

“Jesus.” Y/n turned on her heels, grabbed her bag, and went to the door. But she was blocked by Reese. “Come on, Reese. Move.”

Reese simply shook his head, grabbing her backpack out of her hand and pushing her back in Malcolm’s direction. Y/n reluctantly walked towards him and sat in one of the chairs. As Malcolm pulled out the chair across from her, they heard the front door open and shut. Reese had left the two.

“I made your favorite,” Malcolm spoke, seemingly timid. “The dinner you made was delicious. But, um, we didn’t get to eat it together. So, I thought we could have a do-over.”

Y/n looked down at the plate in front of her. It was indeed one of her favorite meals. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she picked up her fork and started to eat. Malcolm took this as a good sign, but he wasn’t finished.

“I’m really sorry about the other night. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that.”

“Yeah, well, you have a tendency to do that. You should get a medal for how high you jump.” Y/n laughed a bit at her joke, and Malcolm laughed along. Another good sign. “I just don’t get why you were so heated about it.”

“Bad day, among other things.”

“Like what?” Malcolm froze, but Y/n didn’t see it. She was too busy eating her food. After a moment, Malcolm responded with a shrug.

“Crappy feelings.” Y/n decided to leave it alone and move on to something else.

“This is really good.”

“Reese helped me with it.”

“Of course he did.”

Soon dinner was finished, and Y/n helped Malcolm clean up, despite his protests. When that was over, Malcolm blew out the candle on the table and walked Y/n to the door.

“I guess we’re done with the project. So I should probably give you this.” Malcolm reached into his back pocket and handed a piece of paper to Y/n.

“What is it?” She was going to unfold the paper, but he stopped her.

“It’s your letter. But I want you to read it when you get home. It’s getting late.” She nodded, pocketing the letter.

“Thanks. I’ll give you your letter tomorrow.” As soon as she finished writing it. She hadn’t gotten around to starting it with other assignments and avoiding Malcolm.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” The two nodded, and Y/n turned to open the door. But instead of walking out, she turned back around and latched herself onto Malcolm.

“I forgive you, by the way.” She gave him a quick squeeze and let go before he could react. “I didn’t say it earlier, but I forgive you.”

All Malcolm could do was nod and watch as the girl walked away.

***

When Y/n got home, she made a beeline for her room. She planned to spend the rest of her night writing her letter to Malcolm so she could give it to him first thing in the morning. It bothered her a bit that he finished it before her, but she tried keeping that out of her mind.

“Might as well read his letter first,” Y/n muttered, pulling the paper out of her pocket. She lay in bed as she unfolded it.

Y/n, the letter read, In the beginning, I just thought that this would be like any other school project. We would get done with it as soon as possible, occasionally arguing over small things. But this project was about spending time together.

I knew that you were competitive, but I learned that along with that, you’re very supportive. When I got first place and you got second, I expected you to make some remarks like we usually do. But instead, you were happy for me.

I’ve also learned that you make jokes during serious or affectionate moments. Like when I held your hand when we watched that movie or when I told you I was glad I was partnered with you for this project.

Maybe that’s a good thing about writing this letter. I can be serious without facing any deflection.

Anyways, on to what I’ve learned about myself. I like having support. I get a lot from my family, but it feels different coming from a friend.

I’m also a bit possessive, apparently. I had something that was just mine (not that I’m saying that you’re mine, but you get what I mean), and when I thought that someone else could take it (not saying you’re an object) from me, I lost it. I’ve always had to share, and just once, I’d like to have something that’s solely mine.

The biggest thing that I learned is that the something I want to be solely mine is you, Y/n. That’s why I freaked out when I saw you with Reese. That’s why I wanted to hold your hand and tell you that I was glad that the person I had to spend all my time with was you. That’s why I wanted to show that I was proud of you for your accomplishments, as you did to me.

I really like you, and I can’t believe it took me this long to realize that.

Malcolm.

“Oh my God.” Y/n stared at the letter a little longer before looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. Reading the time, she scrambled out of bed and to her desk to pull out a pen and paper.

***

Y/n pushed past students in the quad in her search for Malcolm. She hoped that he was here before first period started because she felt it would’ve been better to get the letter over with first thing in the morning.

When she finally spotted the boy, she ran over to him and tapped his shoulder so he could turn around.

“Hey.” He said, eyes wide.

“Hi.” Y/n looked around, realized it was too crowded for her liking, and looked at Malcolm. “Can we go somewhere more private?” It took a moment for Malcolm to respond; he was scared of what she had to say.

“Yeah, sure.” He grabbed his backpack and wandered off to the back of the main building, Y/n hot on his tail. When they reached their destination, she looked back to see if anyone had followed. After making sure, she pulled out a piece of paper.’

“I have your letter.” She said, unfolding it. Malcolm tried reaching for it, but she pulled it towards her. “I, um, I wanna read it to you.”

“Oh, okay.” Malcolm leaned against the wall, looking at her patiently. She cleared her throat, trying to push away the nerves.

Just pretend it’s like a presentation, she thought.

“Dear Malcolm,” she read, “At first, I was a bit annoyed that I was partnered with you. I’ve spent most of my academic career being paired with or pitted against you, and part of me wanted a break. But when we walked to your house together on the first day, I realized that I probably wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“I felt like I saw a side of you that I never did before. I was always so focused on beating you at things that I didn’t bother to see the rest of you. In your own way, you care with your half-hearted remarks and semi-awkward physical affection. You’re never afraid to say what’s on your mind, which can sometimes be a pain. But sometimes, you say the things that I want to hear.

“You said that I make jokes during serious or affectionate moments. So I’m reading this to you to show that I can be serious. These last three weeks have shown me that I really like you too. I like the passion you have for what you do and the things you care about. I like it when you put others people’s accomplishments and things above your own, even though that’s about as rare as a pig flying.”

“I thought you said there weren’t any jokes.” Malcolm rolled his eyes but still snickered. Y/n looked up for the first time since opening the letter.

“I said I can be serious, not that I was gonna be serious the entire time.” She smiled, folding up the paper and handing it to Malcolm. “But I do really like you, Malcolm.”

“I like it when you make jokes.” He put a hand on her cheek, looking her in the eye. “It makes my semi-awkward physical affection less awkward.”

Y/n bit the bullet and moved forward to lock lips with Malcolm. She mirrored his movements as she slipped a hand around his neck. The kiss was short but sweet.

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