#and they'd go there at like. 2 am and just sit n talk to him there. then diancie would just fall asleep on yvel most of the time

[gardenofgods]

diancie rly was out there calling yveltal dad also way before he n xerneas were even dating u_u

#🌸 ooc. #random thought i had out here tonite :') #when she was rly young she'd wake up crying at night bc she missed fae dad and yveltal is like. i miss him too. let's go to his tree tonight #and they'd go there at like. 2 am and just sit n talk to him there. then diancie would just fall asleep on yvel most of the time #yvel calling her princesse n one day she just calls him papa and hes like 🥺 o my god. oh my g #i rly think abt them sometimes n just get rly emo

[chelseeebe]

fatefully.

summary: your roommate is incessant in setting you up with his friend. when things get tough, can he persevere through your anything-but-normal life?

i acc liked this and then the more i kept writing, the more i started to h8 it but i hope that you can appreciate some eddie fluff hehe. i have had the worst eddie brain rot recently idk what’s goin awnnn i acc rlly want to do a p2 w some angst (obviously) but i don’t know.. potentially.

modern!eddie au

smut(18+), mentions of hospitals and sick brother ! erm alcohol n weed usage 2 no use of y/n!

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you were losing the will to live. the continuous banging had been going on for what seemed like hours. the pillow doing nothing to muffle the sound either.

the roommate situation with steve had been going well so far. he kept to himself, kept his shit clean and seemed to be an incredibly polite guy from what you saw of him. not that that was very often.

trying to balance an internship and a supposed to be part-time but was something more like full-time bar job meant that you rarely crossed paths. mostly coming home in the early hours and crashing before you had to be up again in a number of hours to do it all again.

either way, it all seemed well and good until tonight. he'd bought some girl over before you got back. you could hear the giggles through the door the second you walked in. rolling your eyes and hoping that they'd at least shut up when they heard you were home.

nada.

you could hear every second of their session and the subsequent pillow talk that followed. making out that her name was georgia and she had an incredibly high-pitched, whiny voice that made your teeth clench.

though, you must've dozed off at some point, waking to the god-awful sound of your alarm. ready for another twelve hour long day on four hours of sleep. oh goody.

-

when you finally get home after what felt like the longest day ever, steve’s still awake, slumped on the couch watching some intense movie. he was alone, no georgia in sight. so you thank the high heavens that you might actually sleep tonight.

‘hey,’ smiling politely as he pauses the tv, sitting up properly.

‘what’re you still doing up?’ you ask, he’d normally be asleep, or at least in bed at this time, most people were.

‘ah, i got way too into this movie,’ he chuckles, ‘you always get back this late? you must be exhausted.’

you hang your bag on the hook, shimmying out of your jacket and placing it on top. spending far too much time focussing on making it sit perfectly, rather than having to look him in the eye after everything you’d heard last night.

‘i am.. especially after last night,’ rolling your eyes at the wall.

‘yeah.. shit, sorry ‘bout that,’ he adds sheepishly and you can hear the couch shift as he stands up.

you shrug, spinning around at last, having spent an awkward amount of time fiddling with your jacket, ‘your friend not staying tonight?’ wiggling your brows at him.

‘nah.. it’s not like that.. y’know.. she is just a friend,’ flashing you an awkward smile from across the room.

‘hmm you seem pretty friendly for just friends,’ walking into the small kitchen and opening the fridge. steve’s shelf fully stocked with a shit ton of organic food while your shelf laid empty.

he follows, lingering a few steps behind, ‘she is! what? you don’t have friends like that?’

‘friends that i have extremely loud sex with? no, no i don’t,’ you didn’t really have friends full stop. not since moving to the city at least.

closing the depressing fridge and sighing, adding grocery shopping to your already miles long to-do list.

‘whaat? c’mon that’s like the best part of your twenties.. wait, you have.. haven’t you?’ he asks cautiously, leaning against the doorway.

you scoff, now slightly offended at what he was implying, ‘are you asking if i’m a virgin?’

‘no! well- kinda,’ he holds his hands up in innocence, ‘i just.. you don’t y’know, go out a lot.. i’m just digging myself a hole here,’ shaking his head as the words keep tumbling out.

‘no, i am not a virgin.. if you must know, i just don’t have any time to waste on finding moderately attractive guys to have disappointing sex with.. so i don’t,’ trying to formulate how you can escape from this awkward conversation so you can crawl into bed and die.

he ponders for a second, pushing himself off of the frame and blocking your exit plan, ‘don’t shoot me down straight away, okay?’

you roll your eyes, the clock on the wall indicating that you’d have to be awake in seven hours time and with whatever nonsense was about to come out of his mouth, who knew when you’d actually get to bed?

‘what?’

he nods to himself, a smile creeping onto his face, ‘i think you should meet my friend, he’s the perfect person to bring a bit of fun to your life..’ he can see the stern look on your face, ‘no, seriously.. i think you should meet him.’

you try to hide the annoyance on your face, ‘no,’ his face falls at your immediate dismissal, ‘i mean, i don’t have the time.. in fact, i need to go to bed now..’ taking a few steps towards him, hoping the low light would hide your flushed cheeks.

humiliating that he not only saw you as some pathetic virgin but that he needed to actively help you make some friends.

‘please,’ standing still in the doorway, ‘meet him, i’m sure he’d be very happy to meet you.. i know,’ face lighting up, you could almost see the lightbulb going off in his head, ‘i’ll have some friends over and it can be like.. completely natural and casual, yeah?’

no i don’t want to fucking meet your strange friend. i want you to stop pitying me like i’m some lonely child that desperately needs friends. how about that?

you don’t say it, obviously. instead shaking your head and attempting to slip past the small gap between his body and the door. his arm extends to fill the space, completely blocking you in.

you huff, frustrated with his stupid games, ‘i have work,’ the only rebuttal you knew he couldn’t argue against.

‘when?’

‘..all the time,’ you look up at him, his chestnut eyes already boring into yours, it knocks you sick just how beautiful they were.

‘that’s a lie,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘it’s not,’ it was. but hell, you’d pick up an extra shift if it meant you wouldn’t be forced to socialise with his friends and especially not whoever the hell this mystery man was.

‘c’mon.. you deserve to have fun, you work so much.. call in sick.’

see, steve had the privilege of not having to work for survival. he’d been handed a cushy job at his dad’s law firm the second he’d turned 21. never had to worry about bills or rent or getting fired. one day he’d be the one running the company and he could sit back and watch the money roll in while he did nothing.

lucky him.

‘steve, i really can’t.. maybe another week,’ it was like talking to a child, empty promises to get him to relent.

he frowns, arms crossed over his chest which gave you just enough room to get past him and speed walk to your room.

‘you’re boring,’ he calls after you, sighing when your door shuts.

breathing a sigh of relief knowing that you could now avoid that awful conversation for at least another week.

-

you hadn’t thought anything about the quiet music from the hallway, assuming maybe ms. georgia was over again and he’d finally learnt just how much other people could hear.

so when you open the door and god knows how many people are milling around in your living room you want to strangle steve fucking harrington and his conniving little face.

he grins when he notices you walk in, coming over to the door with a red cup full of something. you mouth a bunch of obscenities, hoping only he could see.

‘you left your schedule on the counter.. you’re a liar,’ smirking as his plan had worked perfectly.

there aren’t even any words to describe how pissed off you are, ‘you’re an asshole,’ you hush, slinging your jacket on the hook rather aggressively.

his friends all eye you, trying not to listen to your angry whispers. you wonder which one he was trying to set you up with. already dying thinking of the awkward conversation that was inevitably coming.

‘c’mon live a little..’ he nudges your arm, spinning you to face the group and you want to die. hoping that somehow the earth would open up and swallow you whole.

‘i’ll introduce you,’ he smiles, leading you over to the group with his hand firmly on your arm, making sure you couldn’t slip away.

if you hadn’t wanted to die before. you definitely did now.

his friends all seemed lovely, muttering about how much they’d heard about you and other fake pleasantries. you’d apologised for looking like the way you did.. gritting your teeth that this was all very much a surprise for you.

georgia’s here again, perched on the end of the couch, sipping on her drink. separated from the rest of the group. she’s nice enough, smiling as he introduces you properly. a little bashful as she’s well aware you were in the apartment the other night.

he gets round everyone and you can’t figure out who he was so desperate for you to meet. either they were in relationships with each other or just completely not the fun loving guy he’d been so incessant about.

you don’t bring it up, hoping maybe he couldn’t make it and you’d only have to sit there and politely chatter with these strangers and not have to try and graciously let some guy down. that you could deal with.

‘i’m gonna get changed,’ you nod, pulling away from steve who flashes you a look, a warning not to just disappear into your room which you’d highly considered.

you do prolong getting changed, sitting on the end of your bed with your blouse unbuttoned, contemplating whether barricading yourself in your room was viable. dealing with an annoyed steve would be ten times better than the night you would have.

a knock on your door throws you out do your self-pitying session, jumping up and rushing over to answer the door before steve could barge his way in.

‘i’m literally nearl-,’ you stop, interrupted by a face that did not belong to steve, a pair of kind brown eyes staring back at you, obviously not really sure what he was expecting on the other side of the door.

‘uhh.. the bathroom’s down the hall,’ pointing to closed wooden door, hoping he’d just been mistaken.

‘oh,’ the stranger smiles, ‘no.. steve told me to tell you to hurry up,’ he shrugs, ‘i don’t know, i just got here,’ relinquishing himself from any blame.

'right, tell him i'm nearly ready and that he's an asshole,' going to close the door on him before his boot catches it, keeping it open.

'i'm eddie.. by the way,' sticking his hand out through the gap for you to shake. which you do gingerly, catching sight of your white work shirt which you'd rather embarrassingly remembered was half unbuttoned.

your hand flies up to cover your exposed chest, 'oh my god, i'm so sorry,' cheeks flushing a deep scarlet. he'd done a great job of not staring down your shirt at least.

he laughs airily, watching as you shrivel up in pure embarrassment, 'i'll let you get dressed,' he announces, sauntering off to the living room with a shit eating grin on his face.

you manage to cool your face down and get changed. by process of elimination you could guess that eddie was most likely the guy steve was so enthusiastic about you meeting and now you'd have to sit there for hours trying to be polite after he had definitely just seen your tits.

coming into the living room, it's clear that steve's conspired with everyone and made them shuffle, leaving the only free seat the one next to eddie on the smaller couch. he was smart, you'd give him that. even if you did want to wring his neck as he smirked at your from the other couch.

you don't even want to look poor eddie in the eyes, still utterly ashamed about him seeing you half naked. fortunately, he breaks the awkward tension first, offering you a drink and a small, reassuring smile.

steve's friends are all lovely, making you feel slightly guilty for how cold you'd been when you'd walked in. they'd all been well aware that this was one of steve's tricks. even eddie which made everything so much worse. knowing that they'd all been brought here in an attempt to force you two together.

they get into a heated conversation about something you don't understand, leaving you to find solace in the lukewarm drink in your hand. steve and georgia take themselves off into the kitchen and there's a collective groan and a shared look.

'what?' you ask, watching as their faces speak a thousand confusing emotions.

one girl rolls her eyes, leaning in to speak in hushed tones, 'how long has she been back around?'

'uh.. i don't know, she was over thursday?' still confused at their sudden change in attitude.

'hmm,' she nods, giving the brown haired girl a look you can't pick up on, 'annoying as fuck, right?' she snickers, glancing over to make sure they were still in the kitchen.

well, yeah. but you weren't going to outright state that you were annoyed. it wasn't really any of your business. so you just shrug in response, a smile creeping onto your lips when she laughs loudly.

'you won't have to deal with it for long,' the girl, robin her name is, laughs, leaning back in the armchair to watch the pair in the kitchen, seemingly innocently bickering about something.

'oh?'

she turns to give you her full attention, 'they do this every few months or so.. she'll tell him to fuck off, so he does.. and then a few months later she'll crawl out of the woodwork and want to be friends again,' she rolls her eyes, 'we don't like her.'

that'd explain why you'd never seen her before. it was finally his turn in the rotation.

'right.. seems pretty complicated, why would you be friends with someone like that?'

'oh babe, no one knows.. just gotta let him do his thing, it never lasts long,' she laughs, nudging your knee with hers as they walk back over, jumping back into her seat with her eyebrows raised.

-

everyone had sorta gone off into their own little pockets of conversation, leaving you and eddie to chat between yourselves. it was slightly uncomfortable at first, through no fault of his. the thought of you flashing him still playing heavily in your mind.

'it's awkward, isn't it?' he leans in, looking at his circle of friends, none of them paying you any mind.

his straightforward nature strangely putting you at ease, 'a little.. at least you knew what you were walking into, i had no idea you'd all be here,' finding some hilarity in the half-assed blind date steve had tried to set up.

'he's a prick,' eddie laughs, swigging on his beer, 'it's funnier if you play into it, make him think he's winning,' tapping his finger on the side of his head.

'well, how d'we do that?' asking curiously, wanting nothing more than to antagonise steve.

'mm, follow me,' clearing his throat as he stands from the sofa, holding his hand out for you to take, narrowing your eyes at him but obliging. his fingers are calloused as they encase your hand, but it's almost comforting. he felt real.

he doesn't say a word as he walks through the living room, their eyes all following as he guides you over to your bedroom without so much of a look back. the silence is deafening as their conversations quieten, all trying to eavesdrop, figuring out what the hell just happened.

once the door is shut, he holds his finger over his mouth, listening out for the sound of voices again knowing they'd be doing the exact same thing on the other side. you can pick up on steve's voice faintly starting up again over the music and he nods, that same shit-eating smile on his face from earlier.

'now what?' staring at him in amusement, now unknowingly trapped in your bedroom for the foreseeable.

he shrugs, taking a seat on your bed, gazing around the room, 'now we wait.. you got anything to drink in here?'

you ponder for a moment, 'no.. d'you smoke weed?'

his eyes light up at the very question, grinning from ear to ear.

-

you're mid wheeze when someone bangs on the door, laid back on your bed, eddie sprawled out on the other side laughing maniacally at the shitty impression of steve you'd attempted.

'come in,' you call out, trying to catch your breath and stop laughing, though his face was only making you giggle more.

the door swings open to reveal robin stood on the other side, peeking through her fingers, 'oh,' she looks baffled, not expecting such innocence, 'what're you doing?'

eddie runs a hand over his face, trying his hardest not to start laughing again, 'smoking.. you want in?' offering what must have been the third spliff to her.

'i'm good.. we're going out, jon's got some underground club he desperately wants to go to.. you coming?' her face still very much not understanding what you two were giggling about.

you shake your head, 'nah.. i'm okay,' smiling up at her, hair fanned out around your head.

eddie looks over to you before answering, 'i'm gonna stay here,' slotting the joint into your lazily spread fingers.

your heart beats faster when his fingers brush against yours, though, that was a hard feat with how much the weed was slowing down every other part of you.

'alright well, goodnight losers,' robin calls out, closing the door behind her.

you only need to look at eddie and you're roaring with laughter again, clutching your stomach, holding the spliff in the air so to not get ash all over your bed.

you hadn't imagined your night ending like this but you were pretty glad it did.

-

a muffled argument pulls you from your sleep. pulling your face from the comfort of eddie's back, you must've rolled over in your sleep and decided to cling onto him. it doesn't feel as weird as it probably should have, in fact, it was pretty comforting. he groans and you can feel the vibration in your cheek.

'what the fuck?' you mumble sleepily, hazy with sleep and honestly probably still slightly high.

you don't even remember falling asleep, but you must've pulled your jeans off at some point in the night, your bare legs strikingly obvious as you sit up slightly, trying to listen to the bickering. you can't really make out any words, just a lot of angry, hushed tones.

'this happens everytime,' turning over to face you, curling one arm beneath the pillow.

'what does?'

'those two arguing, every single time,' rolling his eyes, 'watch this,' he bangs his fist against the wall a couple times, making the row to silence. he grins into the pillow, closing his eyes again as he'd won the who can be louder war.

you put your head back down onto the pillow, smiling at his smug, sleepy face, 'thank you,' you say quietly, watching as one eye peaks open, just staring at each other in your darkened room, small rays of sun beginning to peek through.

it's a few small minutes, gazing, sleepily at one another before the feud begins again.

'fuck me,' eddie moans, bursting into laughter as he extends his arm, pulling the blanket over your heads, stifling at least some of the irritating sounds from the other room, giggling as you both drop off back to sleep.

when you wake up again, at a more appropriate time of the morning, your bed is empty. you’re not sure why you’re disappointed but your heart drops slightly when you turn to the empty mattress.

until something crinkles beneath your body, fishing out the small piece of paper from under your arm.

had to go 2 work, didn’t want 2 wake u

text me [phone]

scrawled on the page messily, brushing the tiniest hint of a smile on your face as you roll out of bed, swearing to yourself to at least leave it a few hours before texting.

-

eddie’s not the best texter but he makes damn sure to respond to you. even though it is just mostly silly, irrelevant texts about what you were doing. being sent occasional pictures of cars or whatever it was he was working on. the conversation lasts all weekend, concealing your phone from steve’s curious eyes.

once monday hits, your texts become less frequent and you feel slightly guilty. especially when he’d double text, thinking maybe you hadn’t received the first one.

it was sweet really, which only made you feel worse for not getting back to him in a normal time frame. a rare moment of peace meant you could finally catch up on his tirade of texts and sling back a lazy reply before getting back to editing some of the worst articles you’d ever seen.

what r u doing on saturday?

another text pinged through, following the last one from about an hour ago.

I’ve got work :(

where do u work?

firing back almost immediately after your response. you scan the office before replying, making sure no one was watching.

In Simmon’s😖

ohh okay

you lock your phone, promising to respond properly on your break. slightly stumped by his short reply.

-

you’re on autopilot, dashing up and down the length of the bar, faking a smile at the slimy old men ogling you from the other side.

so much so that you don’t notice who exactly is stood at the register.

‘what can i get for you?’ tapping at the screen to send another order through before giving the customer your full attention.

he doesn’t respond, pulling your eyes from the screen, the familiar chestnut eyes staring back, slightly widened as your customer service voice was in full swing.

‘oh my god, what are you doing here?’ immediately switching off, repressing the growing grin.

‘i thought i’d see if you wanted a ride home? i was just passing,’ eddie chuckles, eyeing your beer stained uniform.

‘oh.. yeah,’ smiling fully now, ‘i don’t finish ‘til twelve though,’ you’re sure he had better things to do on a saturday night than sit in the rundown bar waiting for you to finish.

‘it’s okay, i’ll wait,’ he nods, sliding into the empty bar stool, ‘i’ll take a drink though.. if you’re offering,’ smirking over the bar.

you feel giddy, having to excuse yourself for a moment while you recollect in the kitchen. waiting for the butterflies to subdue but they never do.

-

the engine idles as you sit outside of your apartment building, neither of you wanting to be the one to say goodbye first.

‘d’ya wanna come in?’ you proposition, steve’s car wasn’t in his usual spot so you knew you’d at least be away from his prying questions.

‘do you want me to?’ you hadn’t sounded entirely confident in your question, it had been a while since you’d done this, okay? it’s valid.

‘i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t,’ smiling as you try to hold your nerve.

‘okay,’ he laughs, turning the engine off.

he follows you into the building, holding the door and letting you enter first. desperately struggling to not swoon at the very basic level of chivalry. walking into your dark apartment with eddie at your heal, eternally grateful that steve wasn’t home.

slinging your bag onto the floor, keys rattling as they land in the shared fruit bowl turned key-bowl. sidling into the kitchen knowing that you still had not gone grocery shopping.

‘have you eaten? i’m starving.. i can cook.. uh,’ leering into the barren cupboard, ‘..noodles,’ wincing at severe lack of food.

‘sounds good to me,’ he slides onto one of the tall chairs, watching as you grab a saucepan. he couldn’t believe that you were offering to cook for him even after your long day.

the door slams shut, jolting your attention from the stove as steve walks in, grumpy and feeling sorry for himself, his navy bag slung over his shoulder. he comes trundling into the kitchen, questioning if he was actually seeing this.

‘whoa-ho-ho, what’s going on here?’ nudging eddie with his elbow, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

‘i’m cooking, genius,’ stirring the pot of simmering noodles, choosing to ignore his implication.

‘wha- you don’t cook for me,’ jutting his bottom lip out, leaning across the kitchen counter.

‘you don’t pick me up from work.. so no.’

‘oh, so it’s like that now, is it?’ wiggling his eyebrows, elbowing eddie once again.

you roll your eyes, pretending that you didn’t hear the teasing tone in his voice.

‘where are you going?’ eddie asks, eyeing steve’s large duffel bag that now sat on the kitchen floor.

he lets out the biggest groan, slapping his hand on eddie’s shoulder, ‘i was going to george’s but.. well, that’s done,’ expelling all of the breath in his lungs in the most over dramatic sigh.

‘again?’

steve gives him a look, ‘yes again.. i’ll tell you all about it in the morning,’ he sounds deflated, like an old balloon, ‘i’m going to bed, enjoy your shitty noodles, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.’

you glare at him as he backs out of the room, threatening to throw the wooden spoon at his head.

eventually flopping down onto the sofa with eddie, the pathetic bowl of noodles in your lap, ‘sorry.. it’s kinda shit,’ prodding your fork into the pitiful meal.

‘noodles are actually my favourite food,’ smiling as he digs in.

you appreciate it, even if it was total bullshit.

‘how was your day?’ he asks, eyebrows quirking up as you exhale rather dramatically, ‘not great then?’

you chuckle quietly, ‘not really..’ shrugging, ‘both of my bosses are assholes, i hate my job- jobs, and i have this.. fucking column to write if i want a permanent one.. there’s fifteen of us all going for the same position,’ covering your mouth as you’re well aware it’s probably highly unattractive to babble on with noodles in your mouth.

‘well shit.. i mean, if you wanna rant, i can listen and offer shitty advice,’ a short, breathy laugh leaving his mouth.

so you do. you tell him everything, rambling on about your dickhead boss and how you’d expect a much better wage for slaving over a bunch of established journalists, practically doing their jobs for them. going on about being forced to pick up another job or go back home. he listens intently, placing your empty bowls on the coffee table gently.

‘and then my mom..’ you stop yourself, having already dominated the entire conversation, ‘sorry, ive just made you listen to all that..’

‘no, carry on,’ nodding encouragingly, it felt so good to just have someone so interested in what you were saying, even if it was just ranting.

you look at him, genuine interest in his eyes, sighing before you continue, ‘it’s just, since i’ve moved out.. she seems to think i’m earning a shit load more than i am.. she needs the help so i just send it, but it’s just.. frustrating,’ frowning slightly, fiddling with the hole in your tights, ‘sorry.. too much,’ grimacing as you’d just laid bare your problems to an unsuspecting eddie.

he sits for a moment before beginning, ‘do you ever do anything for yourself?’

‘huh?’

‘what do you do that’s just for you?’ watching intently as you shuffle awkwardly.

you shrug, not really able to think of anything, ‘..i don’t know,’ it wasn’t a lie, but it felt awful to say.

‘i think, and this is just my opinion so ignore it if you want.. but i think you should stop living for other people, and start doing things for you,’ he shrugs, ‘like i said, that’s just my opinion.’

you ponder for a second, your idea of a fun time is getting to go to bed before midnight. sometimes you’d indulge in a little marijuana if it was a particularly bad day or had any spare money at the end of the week. that was about it. you didn’t really have time for all of the things he and steve would do for fun, pretentious clubs and the like. hell, you didn’t have the money for that shit.

‘i don’t think i know how.. i’ve helped my mom since my dad left.. and it’s not like i can just stop working or get a new job, like.. i have to or i’ll be homeless,’ chuckling slightly though the words just sounded depressing coming from your mouth.

‘it doesn’t mean you have to stop doing those things.. just.. do something for you too,’ lips curling into a small smile, it was genuine advice and you appreciated it but you weren’t sure your idea of enjoying yourself was the same as his.

‘okay.. how? tell me how to have fun,’ turning to face him properly, legs pulled under yourself, watching as he thinks for a second.

‘i could show you,’ his smile slowly turning into a soft smirk and you’re sure you know where this is going next.

‘okay,’ it comes out quieter than expected, swallowing as his eyes never leave yours, his hand slides across the back of the couch cushions.

his face now mere inches from yours, lips parted slightly as his eyes flit to your lips. you instinctively lean in, eyes fluttering closed, his breath tickling your cheek.

your nose brushes against his before your lips meet, hesitant to make initial contact. this would mean that you couldn’t just string him along on text, it would become something.

his lips press against yours before you can make the first move, pulling you closer by the neck, hand resting on the bare skin.

you sigh softly when they meet properly, it’d been a good while since you’d done this, now suddenly afraid that you were doing it all wrong. though there wasn’t chance to do much thinking, his lips leading the kiss, moving against yours in a fashion that felt completely natural.

fingertips pressing into your neck, trying desperately to pull you even closer than you were. the feel of his tongue swiping across your bottom lip makes your mouth fall open, allowing full access. you can feel the hint of his smile against your face, pushing his chest to yours.

steve’s door swings open and he stares down the hall at the sight of your faces smushed together, peaking just above the sofa.

‘oh,’ his voice echoes, pulling you apart, blood rushing into your cheeks, not sure how much of that he’d seen, ‘well damn, i didn’t mean to interrupt,’ laughing.

you don’t avert your eyes from your lap, embarrassed to look at your gormless roommate. you can feel the heat soaring in your cheeks, eddie’s fingers ever-so-slowly leaving your neck while he clears his throat.

‘did you want something?’

‘nope.. i’m just gonna-,’ disappearing back into his room with a quickness.

eddie turns to look at you, finding the humour in it all, ‘hey,’ placing his fingers underneath your chin, tilting it upwards to look at him, ‘it’s just steve,’ trying to ease some of your unnecessary embarrassment.

you let out a tiny giggle, nodding along with him, because at the end of the day it was just steve.

‘d’ya wanna stay?’ you ask timidly, blinking at the bambi-eyed man sat in front of you.

he nods quickly, stroking along your jawline with his thumb, soothing and gentle. his sweet, bambi eyes causing those darn butterflies to flap around your stomach again.

spending the night sharing soft kisses in bed, allowing yourself the undeniable feeling of falling for someone that you’d denied yourself for years. giddy as his hands explore the more hidden parts of your body. it wasn’t inherently sexual, but loving and intimate.

falling asleep on his chest, with a grin painted on your face.

-

you sit cross legged on the couch the next morning, eating the eggs eddie had foraged stolen from steve and very kindly cooked for you.

steve makes an appearance mid-way through the morning, looking disheveled and highly displeased when he realised those were his eggs you had enjoyed.

‘and you didn’t even leave me any? i can’t believe you, both of you.. assholes,’ he whines, coming into the living room with a pout on his face, flopping down into the spare love seat.

eddie offers the nearly demolished plate out to him, ‘here.. i’m finished anyway,’ shaking his head at the grumpy boy.

steve takes the measly piece of toast, ‘oh thanks..’ tucking in to the scraps, pleased with himself.

‘so, you and georgia? over for good or..?’ eddie asks, wanting the full story. getting in there first before steve could mention you two.

‘for good,’ he mumbles, mouth full of toast.

‘no shit,’ eddie exclaims, leaning forward to place the plate on the small coffee table, ‘you ended it or she did?’

mindlessly, you stretch your leg out over eddie’s, tuning into steve’s stupid story. you don’t even realise you’ve done it until he starts mindlessly playing with your leg, running his fingers up and down the smooth skin.

completely tuning out of whatever steve had begun to say, focussing on the way eddie’s eyes followed steve, frowning as he told this elaborate tale of the breakup-not breakup.

you’d found yourself doing that often, gazing at eddie, enamoured with the way his entire face seemed to tell you exactly what he was thinking and feeling.

it didn’t help the way his perfect, plump lips moved and you practically could feel them pressed against your-

‘are you even listening? or are you too busy making kissy faces at eddie?’ steve stops in the middle of his pacing to question you, hands stuck mid-air.

your head snaps to face him, shocked by his direct call out, ‘i- i was listening.. carry on,’ nodding to get him to continue, your cheeks once again flushing with colour.

he narrows his eyes at you before getting on with his spiel, ‘okay so, i told her.. no, no this is it and then she cried.. but i didn’t give in, nope- i left,’ he nods in satisfaction, a smug smile on his face.

from what you’d heard about their situation, he had never been the one to end things. it had always been her. so this must have been a monumental thing, and he was well worth his dues for finally growing some balls and getting rid.

eddie slaps his hand against your calf in celebration, smiling at steve, ‘good for you, y’know she’s bad news.. always has been,’ shrugging, still slightly in disbelief that he had been the one to end it.

‘robin’s gonna be so annoying.. i don’t even wanna hear it,’ shaking his head, ‘but thanks, we’re going out tomorrow, to celebrate,’ pointing at the two of you sat on the couch.

-

you’re actually ready early for once, sat glancing at the time on your phone. okay, twenty minutes til you needed to leave, a quick lie down on your bed couldn’t hurt, right? hell, you could leave in twenty five and not be late, why not?

you’d said you’d meet the guys at the bar at ten, assuming you’d be finished at nine. but then david had let you go early so you’d gone home to make yourself slightly more presentable. a little power nap couldn’t go wrong. right?

well actually, a lot could go wrong.

you’re only aware that you had dropped off to sleep when a banging at the door jolts you awake. whoever was on the other side sounded frantic, as if they were using their fist to pummel the wood.

you step quickly through the apartment, still disoriented from sleep, only just getting your bearings when you fumble for the lock, opening the door to reveal a worried looking eddie.

‘eddie? wha- what’s going on?’ eyes stinging from the bright hallway lights.

‘jesus chr- you didn’t show up.. i thought something happened,’ sounding relieved, you were confused about what all the fuss was about.

‘i fell asleep,’ realisation setting in, ‘i fell asleep, oh my god.. i’m so sorry,’ your ten minute rest had turned into a two hour long nap, completely missing your meeting time.

your heart pangs with guilt, you’d fucking slept through your first real date and without so much as a text to let him know. he must’ve thought you’d ditched him. or died. he’d definitely thought you’d died.

‘hey.. it’s okay, i just thought something had happened to you,’ giving you a reassuring smile, relieved as you stood in front of him rather than a ditch somewhere, never to be seen again.

‘i am so so sorry.. i didn’t mean to fall asleep i was just resting my eyes i literally lead down for one minute i’m so sorry,’ babbling on, one long run on sentence.

‘it’s okay,’ taking your thrashing hand into his, ‘i promise it’s okay.. okay?’

you exhale, chilling out slightly as his hand clasps yours, ‘i’m basically ready.. we could still go out?’ looking down at your slept-in outfit.

‘do you still wanna go out? you obviously need the sleep.. i don’t mind if you don’t want to,’ fingers rubbing your hands, soothing any possible lingering worries.

‘i- uh, we could just stay in? steve’s not here so..’ shrugging, you weren’t entirely confident that your suggestion had come across the way you’d planned but he nods anyway, smiling as he walks into the apartment.

so you eat pizza in bed, cross-legged with your shitty laptop playing the cheesiest rom-com you could find, much to eddie’s protests, ‘my laptop, my rules.’

but it doesn’t take long and he’s enthralled, eyes glued to the screen while yours stare at him, taking in every detail. the way his eyes crease when he smiles or the soft shadow of stubble across his chin.

‘stop staring at me and watch this stupid movie,’ smirking, not once looking over at you.

your eyes snap to the laptop, cheeks flushing as you’d been caught and rightfully called out for it. finding it hard to even focus on whatever was going on when he was sat mere inches away with that smug look on his face.

‘i was actually looking at.. your hair,’ nodding to yourself, satisfied with your excuse.

‘my hair? what about my hair?’ turning his attention to you who was now pretending to be thoroughly interested in the movie.

‘watch the stupid movie,’ you smile, throwing his own line back at him.

‘no,’ he snaps back quickly, ‘tell me what’s wrong with my hair?’ nudging your arm with his elbow.

you slowly slide your gaze to him, ‘you really wanna know?’

‘i really wanna know.’

‘it’s..’ mouth opening and closing like a fish, finding something to say, ‘curly,’ pleased with your bullshit answer.

his face contorts into pure confusion, before bursting into laughter, ‘shut up,’ lunging over to you, pushing you backwards onto the mattress, moving on top of your body.

your heart pounding a million miles an hour as his face lingers above yours, ‘you can stare at me for as long as you like,’ gaze lowering to your lips, his muscular arms either side of your face, enveloping you in.

you cut the tension first, reaching up to connect your lips, legs instinctively opening to welcome him between them. hands snaking up his arms and coming to rest on his shoulders.

you shudder when his rough hand crawls underneath your shirt, sliding up your waist until it meets your bra. he pulls back just enough to keep your lips lazily connected, looking for permission to touch you properly.

‘i don’t- i haven’t.. in a while,’ nervously gripping onto his shirt, afraid he might laugh at you for being such a shy prude.

‘okay,’ nodding, pressing tender kisses to your lips and jaw, ‘can i?’ hand still lingering just underneath your bra, itching to move up just an inch.

‘mhmm,’ rolling your head back when his lips find their way to the sensitive skin of your neck, finally gripping onto your boob from over the bra.

nibbling and sucking at the nape of your neck, pulling the lacy bra down exposing your nipple to the cold air of your room. you exhale sharply, not quite expecting the sensation of his thumb messing around with your already hard nipple.

‘i want to..’ dotting kisses down to your chest, ‘..make you feel good,’ face lowering from yours, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach, still palming your breast on the way down.

you can’t respond, words caught in your throat as your melt into his touch, putty in his hands as his lips stop just below your bellow button, looking up for some confirmation to carry on.

‘do you want me to?’ sliding his palm down to the waistband of your jeans.

you nod hurriedly, ‘yeah.. yes,’ peering down to watch him smirk, hooking his fingers into the elastic and pulling the denim down at an excruciatingly slow pace.

your eyes fly to the ceiling, not wanting to watch as he pulls your jeans off fully, missing the excitable look on his face when he sees the lacy panties you’d worn. already sodden from his pitiful touch, embarrassed by your excitement, you squeeze your eyes shut.

the panties are next to removed and you can hear him shuffle around, placing your thighs on his shoulders as arms wrap around them, holding you in place.

‘you just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?’ he mumbles, planting gentle, teasing kisses to the inside of your thigh.

‘mmm,’ you hum in response, aching for him to just touch you already.

his tongue travels between your folds, causing your thighs to clench together, essentially trapping him between your legs. this is all the encouragement he needs, repeating the action, fingers making indentations in your skin.

‘you’re.. huh,’ circling his tongue around your clit, finding the perfect spot to have you clinging onto the bedsheets, ‘soaked,’ middle and index finger leaving your thigh to tease your hole, edging their way in.

your whimpers are music to his ears, relishing in the high pitched wail he pulls from you the second his fingers enter. tongue still lapping at your clit, moving in the most unholy manner.

‘holy shit,’ you whine when his fingers curl up inside, pumping in and out painfully slow. balling the cotton sheet in your fist, desperately trying to ground yourself.

he’s relentless, swirling his tongue up and down your folds, paying particular attention to your clit and the way your thighs tightened around his head when he found the sweet, spongy spot inside.

your eyes rolling back into your head at your impending orgasm, pleasure coursing through your stomach, unable to find the words to warn him of what was coming.

he knows when your thighs begin to shake and you clench around his fingers, grinning into your pussy as the most unholy sound escapes your lips, echoing through the tall room.

eddie emerges from between your legs, satisfied with himself, finger tips still digging into the pliant skin of your thighs. watching dutifully as writhe, the evidence of you all over his lips as the glisten in the dim light.

‘you good?’ he asks, carefully pushing himself up to perch above you, leaning on one elbow.

you nod, still trying to get your bearings from the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just given you. blinking up at him when you eventually come back to this earth, his eyes full of lust and wanting.

‘i am happy to do that anytime.. by the way,’ a deep chuckle erupting from his throat, hand coming up to brush the sticky hair from your forehead.

you could feel him in between your bodies, sort of taken aback that he hadn’t even done that for his pleasure, but yours.

‘please,’ you whisper bashfully, suddenly coy before the man who was just between your legs.

‘gladly,’ smiling as your lips connect, the taste of you all over his mouth. it was probably the filthiest thing you’d ever done, but you enjoyed it, hell, you were proud of it.

-

you’re sweating bullets on the subway, clinging onto the bag on your shoulder. it’d be the first time you were staying at eddie’s house, solidifying that this wasn’t just a casual, situational thing.

it wasn’t like you’d never shared a bed or even been intimate for christ’s sake. staying at his place just sorta felt like the next step to being something else.

you’re almost trembling when you lift your hand to knock, checking that you’d got the right place for the fourth time.

when the door opens you’re relieved to see eddie on the other side, already grinning and rushing you inside, taking your bag from your clutch.

it was nothing like you’d imagined, slightly cluttered but with much more character than yours and steve’s apartment had. he’d made it his home, even with a roommate.

‘d’you find it alright? feels weird seeing you here,’ chuckling awkwardly, watching as you glance around the room, noticing the guitar leant up against the wall.

‘yeah.. sorry, you play?’ surprised that you didn’t know this about him, shocked that he had never bought it up.

‘ahh.. yeah, used to be in a band,’ his hand rubbing on the back of his neck, all bashful. you loved it, normally so confident and assured in himself that seeing him practically shrink in front of you was so alien.

‘and you didn’t tell me? i thought we were friends,’ it sounds weird to say but technically it was true, not entirely sure where you stood in terms of your relationship status.

‘we’re friends? did i just get friendzoned?’ his lips curling into a smile, the confident eddie rushing back.

‘well,’ you struggle with words, ‘as far as i’m aware.. we’re just friends,’ hoping that it didn’t seem like you were deliberately dropping hints. even though you totally were.

he saunters closer, ‘what’re you saying?’ smile growing, leering down at you with those sickening eyes.

you shake your head, unable to contain your own grin, ‘nothin’,’ craning your head up to look at him properly, the creases by his eyes only increasing.

‘hmm.. kinda seems like you were,’ teasing in the way he spoke, words dripping with sarcasm.

‘okay, so we’re not friends.. what are we then?’

‘well, you could be my girlfriend? does that sound better?’ his hand hovering over your waist, not wanting to preemptively celebrate in case he had got this completely wrong.

‘sounds perfect to me,’ fully grinning as one hand clamps down onto your waist, the other tenderly caressing your jaw, pulling your jaw up towards him.

you can feel the warmth of his breath on your forehead as he exhales, ‘thank god you said yes,’ the cold of the ring on his thumb tracing along your jawbone.

you chuckle quietly, ‘don’t be silly,’ pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss, arms coming up to snake around his neck, keeping him as close as can be.

your boyfriend.

-

eddie had gone to take a shower, leaving you in his bed, in his shirt, grinning away like a mad woman. it’s nauseating how happy you were, stomach bubbling with excitement and slight nervousness.

rolling over to grab your phone from the nightstand, your stomach dropping the second the screen lights up.

five missed calls from mom

two new voicemails

you sit up against the headboard, dialling the voicemail box, already imagining a hundred and one horrible things that may have happened.

hey baby, i uh, i tried to call you but i couldn’t get through.. ross is in the hospital, we’re not sure what it is yet.. please call me when you get this, okay love you

her worried tone sets alarm bells ringing immediately. your little brother had been sick the past couple of weeks, just the flu she’d said.

you don’t even listen to the next voicemail, hopping out of bed while you ring her number directly. the dial tone pissing you off as it rings and rings.

‘hello?’ you rush down the phone the second it connects, trying to shimmy into your jeans one handed.

‘oh my god,’ she breathes down the phone, ‘baby are you okay? i couldn’t get ahold of you.. we’re still waiting on results,’ your mom sighs shakily, you can hear the faint beeping of the hospital in the background.

‘i’m coming home, i-i’ll get the train or something.. wha-what’s wrong with him?’

eddie appears from the bathroom, towel draped around his waist, obviously alarmed by your distressed tone and holding his hand out for you to balance on as you wriggle into your jeans.

‘we’re not sure.. one of the nurses thinks it could be pneumonia, they’re doing some blood work.. how long will it take to get back?’

you weren’t even sure if there were trains at this time of night. maybe you could a bus? or a couple of buses? it was already the best part of an hour to drive, that’s without relying on public transport.

‘i don’t know.. there might be a train, uh- shit,’ rushing around eddie’s room searching for your shoes, ‘i’ll be there as soon as i can, okay? i’ll think of something,’ sliding your feet into your dirty old sneakers.

‘okay baby.. i love you, text me when you know, okay?’

‘okay.. okay, i love you too,’ you mutter into the phone, sliding it into your pocket and looking frantically around the room for your jacket.

‘what’s going on?’ eddie asks, still none the wiser and now dripping water onto the carpet.

‘my brother’s in the hospital.. i need to go home,’ voice shaking, becoming increasingly frustrated at your missing jacket.

‘i’ll drive you,’ he says without hesitation, springing into action.

‘it’s like an hour- i was, i can get the train,’ you rush, watching as he gets changed, a million times calmer than you were.

‘no, i’ll drive.. there’s no trains at this time,’ retrieving a new shirt from the drawer, patting his jeans for his keys.

it’s only then that you stop, everything hitting you all at once. completely overwhelmed by his selflessness and the calming nature he was exuding even in such an intense situation.

the tears spill over onto your cheeks and he’s immediately pulling you into his chest, arms encasing your shaking body as you sob into his clean shirt.

‘hey.. it’s okay, he’s okay.. you’re okay,’ large hand rubbing circles on your back, soothing you as you attempt to catch your breath.

you nod into his chest, collecting yourself just enough to pull away, anxious to get there and see your little brother.

‘i know,’ you babble, not believing the words coming out of your mouth, ‘are you sure? i’m sure there’s a bus..’

‘i’m sure,’ he nods, ‘you ready?’

‘mhm,’ you squeak, ‘my jacket..’ looking around aimlessly.

but he already knows where it is, obviously. grabbing the leather jacket and swinging it over your shoulders as he leads the way out of the door and to his van.

-

the journey is awful. your mind racing over every single possibility. guilt making your stomach churn, feeling as selfish as ever because you weren’t there when they needed you.

eddie’s hand creeps over to rest on your knee and it helps for a moment, knowing that he was there even in your self-loathing, pathetic state.

he most definitely broke a number of laws getting to the hospital but you couldn’t care less. screeching into the parking lot and into a space. you barely give him time to turn the engine off before jumping out and speeding into the hospital.

the lady at the desk is as helpful as possible, directing you to the intensive care unit with some vague directions.

you make it there eventually, eddie trailing behind as you ask another doctor where they were. he takes you to a room on the corner, opening the door to reveal your mom curled up on the chair and your frail looking brother asleep in the bed.

she looks up, relief washing over her face as you step into the room, bounding over to her and pulling her into a tight hug. squeezing your eyes shut so to not let the tears fall.

she smelt like home. like all the comforts you’d missed in the city. warmth and peace.

her hands clutch your shoulders, pulling you apart, ‘he’s okay.. he’s okay, it’s a bad bout of pneumonia but he’s okay,’ smiling ever-so-slightly, ‘we’re just waiting for him to wake up now.’

you can feel the air expel from your lungs, you weren’t even aware that you’d been holding your breath until it all came out.

‘oh my god,’ you sigh, pulling her back into your arms, ‘he’s not gonna die..’ really only saying it to confirm it yourself.

she chuckles tearfully, ‘no baby..’ her eyes move to eddie who was lingering by the door, pulling away once again, ‘sorry.. who’s this?’ completely bewildered by the long haired stranger stood before her.

‘oh uh, this is eddie, my.. boyfriend,’ watching as he offers his hand out for her to shake, ‘he drove me here,’ smiling at the sight of them even interacting.

‘hello.. eddie,’ shaking his hand before glancing back at your shirt, ‘..boyfriend,’ she utters to herself. you could decipher the exact look in her eye and will most definitely collar you later for not telling her about him.

he gives her a tiny, tight lipped smile, he’d never have imagined meeting your mom tonight but here we are.

you take her attention back before she can probe him, ‘have you eaten? why don’t you go and get some sleep and we can wait until he wakes up? i’ll call you as soon as he does.’

she pauses before nodding once, ‘yeah.. yeah,’ narrowing her eyes, ‘the minute he wakes up, okay?’ squeezing your arm, affirming that she was just so grateful for you being here.

she collects her things, reiterating that her phone will be on loudspeaker and you must call as soon as his eyes open. she’d be back at seven if you hadn’t called.

giving eddie another polite smile and a quick thank you before leaving. she’d looked exhausted and slightly dazed, probably thankful now that you were here to watch over ross.

‘sorry ‘bout my mom..’ you smile, ‘you don’t have to stay.. if you need to get back, i’ll be okay,’ he’d already done so much for you, asking him to stay would be too much. even if you were dreading being here all on your own.

‘i’m staying, as long as that’s alright with you?’ cocking his eyebrow, taking a seat on the uncomfortable, brown hospital chairs, settling in for what was going to be a long night.

you nod quickly, ‘of course,’ choosing to perch on the side of your brothers bed, trying your hardest to swallow the growing lump in your throat.

he looked sick. pale and sweaty with tubes coming out of every part of him. it didn’t matter though. he was going to be okay.

-

your head rests on eddie’s lap, his fingers playing with your hair as you doze in and out of sleep. too anxious to properly rest. the nose of the machines doing you no favours.

‘shit,’ you exclaim, your other responsibilities had just dawned on you. it was deadline day and your final column was stuck, wedged in a bag on eddie’s bedroom floor.

‘hmm?’ he hums, shuffling as you’d startled him from his daze.

‘my column..’ you shake your head, it didn’t matter, not really. not when your brother was still stuck in here, god knows how many tubes coming out of his body.

‘what about it?’

you exhale softly, temple brushing against the rough denim of his jeans, ‘it’s due today.. it doesn’t matter,’ shrugging, accepting the loss.

‘when?’ he asks, fingers still weaving through your hair.

‘at five,’ the columnist position disappearing from in front of your eyes, ‘it’s okay.. i’m sure there’ll be another job.. somewhere,’ trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

frankly, you’d be lucky if you had a job at this point. simmon’s wouldn’t keep you on if you didn’t turn up tomorrow night and the internship had finished.

‘have you finished it?’ adjusting in the seat, tilting your head up towards him.

you nod, swallowing as you’re sure you can guess what he’s going to say next. there’s not a chance you’d let him drive back just to hand in your stupid column.

‘i’ll take it, you just gotta tell me what and where to go,’ lips twitching into a soft smile, massaging your cheek with his thumb.

‘no, i can’t ask you to do that,’ jutting your bottom lip out.

‘you didn’t, i offered.. it’s different.’

you pause, stomach fluttering and all you can do it nod. brain turning to mush as his eyes study your face, the slight curve of his pretty pink lips was entrancing. snapping back to reality when you remembered where you were.

‘i’ll go when your mom comes back, yeah?’

‘if you’re sure.. it’s in my bag in your room, i can text you the address.. you really don’t have to,’ blinking up at him, astounded by his kindness, the pure calmness he exudes.

‘shut up, i want to,’ reassuring you with a smile, brushing the hair off of your forehead.

he goes the second your mom turns up, looking slightly more like herself, giving him a small appreciative hug for staying with you all night.

the inevitable grilling is cut short when ross opens his eyes, coughing and spluttering as he comes to. both of you rushing to his bedside, being ever so gentle to not hurt his already fragile body.

he’s still sleepy, but so grateful to see you at his side. you swear to yourself, and to him to not ever be away from him for so long again. your heart wrenching at his weak smile, clinging to his cold fingers and reaffirming a million times that you were here.

-

you’re milling around the bright, sterile room. waiting for the nurse to administer the next round of drugs when your phone rings, startling you.

it’s eddie. stepping out of the room into the silent hallway and answering.

‘hello?’ smiling to yourself the second you hear his voice.

‘hey.. did you do it?’

‘yup, all handed in.. she said something about an email? i don’t really know.. but yeah, it’s in,’ you can hear the slam of his van door.

breathing a sigh of relief knowing that maybe all hadn’t been lost, ‘thank you.. thank you so much.’

‘i spoke to.. fuck, i think his name was david? he said to take the week off and he hopes your brother’s okay.’

‘you went to simmon’s? eddie i- you didn’t have to.. thank you,’ your heart bursting through your chest, you weren’t sure that anyone had ever cared about you this much.

‘now.. i’ve got you some clothes, d’you want me to bring them now or i can come later?’ his jury’s jangling in the background.

you want to tell him no, to stop being so kind, to stop making your heart swell with every word, every thoughtful action. but you can’t, instead nodding enthusiastically though he couldn’t see you.

‘you can come now.. thank you, i owe you my life,’ listening to the engine turn on, already on his way back to you.

‘you owe me nothin’.. i’ll be about an hour, okay?’

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #modern!eddie munson

[jangmi-latte]

10:55 AM — 「 "BEST FRIEND" 」

gender!neutral reader. platonic-ish romantic

these are thoroughly self-indulgent and are what the author personally experienced in her life 👍🏻

"best friend!ace" who would throw you nrc's basketball team banner with no context. he'd just smirk and salute at you before jogging back to the court while you're left to stare at the small banner in question. you'd bring the banner with you before the game starts, placing it around your shoulders (since it's made out of cloth) with the logo displayed across your back and it just unintentionally gives him a boost. you look like you're bragging the team to anyone you walk by and it just feeds his ego.

"best friend!ace" who'd disturb you while you're helping with prop making during class like he'd: (1) randomly play with a ribbon then wrap it around your neck to playfully choke you (he didn't literally choke you), (2) clip random materials to your hair without you knowing until you find out and just know he's the culprit, and (3) talk a lot but not help, he's just sitting there while leaning on his arms until you throw something at him and he just does his part with a small grumble.

"best friend!ace" who's willing to lend you his lab coat after you left yours back at the dorm. sir crewel doesn't let anyone work without a lab coat and since you both have different alchemy schedules, you messaged ace about needing one (you were so worried you'd fail you nearly BEGGED). if he also left his lab coat, he's running back to heartslabyul to get it then he's by your classroom in a few minutes. he'd be playfully asking for a compensation after lending it to you but when he saw you smile – as cliche as it is – he felt like a hero.

"best friend!ace" who'd always message you asking if you already got home after you (impulsively) travelled/commuted on your own. he knows how unfamiliar you are with twisted wonderland's map so, deep down, he's worried. he'd also spam you with "where are you" if you haven't replied for a while or he's forcing you to turn on your location and send it to him.

if you ever did send your location, he'd be looking at it from time to time and if he saw that you're in an unfamiliar area, he's messaging you with "WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE???" or just straight up spam you with calls. he'd stay in the call until you're at your destination.

"best friend!ace" who'd, similar to previous one, ask if you already ate if you sound stupid while chatting with him. randomly saying "huh?" or something that just doesn't make sense AT ALL then he'd respond with, "have you even ate you sound dumb rn ngl" and when you admit you haven't, he'd use it as a chance to eat with you (your treat lowkey). he'd even say it's to "bring back my original y/n"

"best friend!ace" who'd trash talk you with you around (he has a loud voice let's be fr) to deuce to annoy you knowing very well you'd trash talk him back indirectly while deuce is forced to just nod and facepalm. until it's you two bickering with one another until he just squeezes/pinches your cheek and you're smacking at him endlessly.

"best friend!ace" who could sense if you're not in the mood (even through chat) and ask what's wrong out of nowhere. he'd be willing to listen and – let's be honest, he's good at giving out advice because he doesn't sugarcoat unless he needs to. he'd go straight to the point and make sure you're back to your usual self again. at this point, quality time is his love language and he'd tug you around town to keep your mind off of whatever's bugging you.

"best friend!ace" who has a reputation with you as an 'old married couple' with how much you two bicker back and forth. your friends would be laughing and teasing you both each time you 'argue' and how they'd go "there they go again" or "i just left for a second and you both are fighting again". he enjoys it so much he couldn't last a day without seeing a scowl on your face. when he leaves his group of friends he'd say "i'm off to piss off y/n."

"best friend!ace" who'd really annoy you to the point that, while you're in something like a symposium and you fell asleep, he'd shake you so aggressively with a false panicked voice. of course, you'd wake up so abruptly that you'd get so pissed you start attacking him and he's just laughing. the moment you give him a cold shoulder he's already pouting and saying he's sorry while poking your sides.

"best friend!ace" who'd also grab your shoes out of nowhere or any of your stuff to annoy you as well.

"best friend!ace" who, in the end, is still protective of you when needed. got hit on the head by a basketball by he's team mate? he's calling them out and throwing the ball back at them twice as hard before rubbing your head despite saying you're fine. he'd also glare and call out people who's staring if ever you're wearing shorts or something. he's willing to give his jacket too if you need it.

the question is, does he like you as a friend or more than that? you will never know the tricks up ace trappola's sleeves.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #ANOTHER DUMP AT THE RAW MORNING OF 2 AM #I HAVE A QUIZ TOMORROW FFS BUT HEAD EMPTY ONLY ACE #yes these all happened to me help #i'm literally kicking my feet rn

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Imagine your dad being a Miguel O’Hara variant and meeting Miguel pt.2

Pairing : Platonic! Miguel O'Hara x Earth Bender Reader x Spiderverse

I am back with my rant. anyway, it’s pt.2 to this,

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OKAY SO

We're back on the rant.

Because someone (cough @arianaw30) commented about how Miguel would also be like a dad to Y/N whilst Miguel 2, her actual dad, is on a mission.

And I totally agree. 

Like imagine Miguel 2 being sent out on a mission and Y/N just deciding to hang out at HQ for the day. And this mission is on a regular week day so most teen spiders and regular spider people would be out and about in their regular lives.

Which leaves Y/N with Miguel. (And her bestie Ben Reilly, but he sleeps until it's practically night, soo-)

I can also imagine that Y/N received their own gizmo. And that they'd hack it. Because although they might hate actually learning stuff because they simply can't sit still, they are still very intelligent. Like they'd mess around with the colours, and as a bender with the surrounding pieces of metal as well. They'd definitely change the colour of the screen and remodel the whole thing, complaining before that it looks a little bland and boring.

Miguel would surprisingly be okay with it as well. He didn't make it to look specifically nice, more because it'd be useful. And he's got a soft spot for you. If it were anyone else he'd be yelling already.

Miguel 2 would also have told you bits about Miguel back at home. Like he would have told you that he's cold because he lost people close to him. He does leave out how one of those people was a variant of you.

Miguel and Miguel 2 are very different in taking care of you. Miguel 2 is the type to leave you be until you royally mess up, because he knows you best. Miguel himself is more the overprotective type, refusing to let you go on a mission, and also not to keen on having anyone spar with you.

Anyway, whenever it's mainly just the two of you, you keep him company. And although you're not a kid, you're surprisingly easily amused. (That's also because technology isn't as far advanced in your world as it is in his.) You can talk for hours on end with both Lyla and Miguel. Once Miguel asked how you don't feel offended when he's grumpy or particularly agressive, and you replied with a confused cock of your hand and the exact words 'what do you mean? You're my dad, of course I know you better than anyone.' And although you're technically not 100% his, he realizes you're right. Because Miguel 2 and Miguel are generally the same, save for a specific few details.

And I can also imagine Miguel keeping a closer eye on Ben Reilly when the two of you grow even closer. Neither of you have feelings for one another, your personalities simply bounce off one another with ease. Miguel still can't help himself, Just the classic 'don't marry until you're old type'.

Everything does come to tension when you're hanging out with Ben one day, and your dad, Miguel 2, calls for back up desperately. The call is through Ben's watch, because you're technically forbidden to interfere as you're no spider person. But you're stubborn, double so as you're from the Earth kingdom and an O'Hara. And so you of course jump anyway, sending yourself into this new universe.

You don't bother appreciating the beauty of this universe, instead choosing to directly go looking for your dad. And you're quick to find him, under a tentackle of doc ock. A villain your powers give you an advantage of, as the man has a lot of metal on him.

Now imagine Doc Ock's surprise when you rip off his tentackle with a few precise movements of your body.

There were already two spider people on his ass (your father and Peter B Parker), and now you've also joined. 

Now the battle continues mostly with Doc Ock focused on you, and with you setting his 'tentackles' stuck in the ground, bending them to be unmoveable one by one. Your Miguel is already back on his feet and on his way to you, but meanwhile Peter B Parker is completely and utterly amazed by your performance here. (He hasn't met you yet.)  

Dock Ock has a lot of arms, and eventually he manages to bring a scratch on your face. Not much more, because that was his last tentackle. Unhappy with his doing, you create a ninja star out of lava, and cut this arm off, before whacking him in the face with it. You're not merciless though, so you bend his tentackle arm closed to keep him from making a mess with the fluids that run out of it, closing it off.

Miguel 2 pulls you behind him roughly after that, trapping the man in their odd red prison thingy. Cue a little while later when you're in Miguel's lab with a few stitches in your face, and not one, but two dads being mad at you. 

For the first time, they agree on why they're mad at you; you weren't supposed to be there. The both of them yell in that classic angry dad type of way for a bit, before they eventually calm down. And than they grow all soft when you softly whisper out a 'I didn't want to lose you too.' Breaking their hearts just a bit. And Miguel 2 crouches down to where you're seated comfortably on the ground and simply hugs you, telling you he never would and that you would be okay. All you do is hum in reply, and Miguel 2 messes up your hair as he often does affectionately before seeing the look on Miguel's face and giving you two space by leaving, claiming he needs a shower (you agree).

Miguel doesn't really know what to say, but he wants to comfort you aswell. Eventually he settles with telling you that if something were to happen to your dad, you'd still have a home here in the society. You hum, before looking up at him, a question clear in your eyes. When he tells you to ask away, you fill his heart with a kind of pride that he hasn't felt in a long while. You ask him if you could follow in his footsteps. You want to work in the society as well, and be able to do what he's able to do, admitting that you look up to him. And he smiles in that kind of way he only dies around you, nodding and telling you he'll teach you his ways.

Miguel might have lost a daughter once, but it seems he's gained one along the way as well.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfic #dad miguelo'hara #platonic miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x daughter reader #spiderman across the spider verse #spider man 2099

[bingbongsupremacy]

Forget Me Not Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: I haven't seen any of the marvel movies in a while so this is my own made up version of the tower and all of that. I don't remember it haha.

Summary of Series: After an unexpected encounter with HYDRA, Bucky is left without memory of who you are.

Fic Summary: Bucky is finally released from the hospital and back at the tower. No matter what you do, you can't seem to avoid him.

*Not Proof Read*

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It's been a week since Bucky got back. Steve's been with him the entire time. I just don't know what to do.

Did I make the right decision not telling him who I am? It's less complicated without a partner, right?

It's been hard to avoid him. Our rooms are literally down the hall from each other, and he's usually in the main rooms with Steve when he's not busy working out.

I've had to completely change my schedule, now going to the gym in the middle of the night just to avoid an accidental encounter.

It's not that I'm upset with him...I just don't know what to say. It's like we're starting all over again. How can I do that? I know everything about him already. His passions, the things he loves most in life. I know his deepest secrets and regrets, his hopes and dreams.

And he...well he knows nothing about me.

All those late nights spend talking while staring at the stars, completely gone from his memory. All the city dates we went on, completely in the past.

How am I supposed to just look at him and start over? I guess I did this to myself, insisting that no one tell him about us. I deserve the pain I'm getting from this. I chose this.

A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts.

It's four in the morning, who in the hell is up?

I pull open the door and am immediately met with two pairs of eyes. Of course they'd be up at four in the morning, they're probably working out.

" Steve? " I question, trying not to let my gaze slide over to the waiting brown haired man.

" Y/N, I need to ask you a huge favor. " Steve's eyes are wide with panic.

" What is it? " I ask, shifting to my other foot. I tap the door handle nervously.

Steve begins to explain. " There was an attack in Manhattan yesterday, We need to head there as soon as possible. I figured since you're on temporary leave...maybe you could help Buck out? "

My heart begins to pound faster. " What? "

Steve lowers his voice so the man a few feet behind him can't hear. " He's still so confused about everything. He doesn't even know how to work the Elevator by himself. " Steve lets out a sigh. " I can't leave him by himself, not until we're sure HYDRA didn't reactivate him. " He explains. " Please, Y/N, I wouldn't be asking this unless I absolutely had no other choice.

I glance over at the other man. His attention was quickly turned to the huge window a few feet away.

" Steve, I don't know. " I begin.

" Please, Y/N. It'll just be for a day or two. Just until we get everything calmed down. People's lives are at stake, Y/N. " Steve's expression is filled with worry.

I let out a sigh. " Fine. Two days. "

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I stare at the screen ahead, flipping through channels. News about the attack in Manhattan flood just about every channel, each with a different news caster telling the story.

" Can I try? "

I turn my head in the direction of the familiar voice. The voice I've heard for years. " What? " I ask in confusion.

Bucky's eyes glance down at the remote in my hand. " Can I try changing the channel? " His voice sounds...nervous. Unsure if I'll let him.

I nod. " Yeah, of course. " I hand the thin item over to him. " Just press that to change it. "

Bucky nods, a small hint of relief on his face. He flips through the channels.

We sit there in silence, nothing but the buzz of noise coming from the tv making a sound.

" Are you hungry? " I ask, finally acknowledging the ache in my stomach.

" Yeah, actually. " Bucky nods. " I just, uh, I don't know how to get to the kitchen. "

I let out a small smile. " It's alright, I'll help you. " I lead him towards the elevator. I explain the different buttons to him, letting him press the right one to take us to the kitchen.

Bucky looks at the elevator with intensity, trying to take in all the technicalities. When it dings to signal we're on the right floor, he takes his time leaving.

I lead him to the kitchen where we finally figure out what to eat, deciding on simple sandwiches.

Bucky pulls a knife from the drawer, pulling the plate closer so he can cut it.

I let out a small laugh.

He's very picky about his sandwiches.

Bucky's eyes turn to me, confused. " What? "

I shake my head. " Nothing. I just didn't know the sandwich thing stemmed back from when you were younger. "

" Sandwich thing? " He asks, still confused.

" Yeah. " I nod, taking a bite from my own sandwich. " You cut off the crust and slice it into triangles. "

Bucky lets out a small smile. " Uh, yeah. My mom used to cut it for me that way. I guess I never really stopped, huh? "

I don't respond, continuing to eat my sandwich.

" If we're friends, why do you always ignore me? " Bucky's voice breaks through the silence.

" Oh. " I didn't think he noticed. " I've just been busy I guess. "

Bucky nods, not quite believing me. " Yeah...okay. " He doesn't push it.

He asks another question a few minutes later. " Can you tell me about us? "

I freeze. " What? "

" About our friendship. "

I feel my body begin to untense. " Oh, yeah. What do you want to know? " I avoid his gaze.

Bucky turns to face me. " I'm not sure...How did we meet. I mean, you know how I eat my sandwiches, so I'm assuming we were close? " He takes a bite of his food.

I nod. " Yeah, I guess you could say that. " I set my plate in the dish washer. " Well, " I begin. " We met the day Steve found you. He brought you back here. I was the one who helped you get everything you needed to live here comfortable. I don't know, I guess we started hanging out? " And making out. " And yeah...that's really it. " Fucking lie. We spent months going out before we finally decided to make it official.

" Really? So you helped me. "

I nod again. " Yeah. I made sure you felt comfortable here. I mean, you came from such a bad environment...I don't think you knew what an actual bed felt like. You insisted on sleeping on floor no matter how many times I tried to get you to try the bed. It took months of convincing before you finally tried it. " I let out a laugh at the memory.

Bucky is silent.

" I'm sorry. "

My head turns towards him. " What? For what? " I ask.

" For not remembering you. I'm sure this is annoying, having to teach me everything again. You already did it once. It must be hard not having the same Bucky around. " He admits.

" Hey, It's not your fault. " I gently place a hand on his arm. " I don't mind, seriously. You're still the same you...just with less memories. "

Bucky doesn't respond.

I try to change the direction of the conversation, failing miserably. Tension sits heavily in the room.

" Why don't I go show you how to play on an X Box? "

#fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel x you #marvel x reader

[the-froschamethyst4]

“How are you more stylish than me?”

𖤐 Pairing: Gaz x Model! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: fluff, slight jealousy, language, style, fashion, teasing, kissing,

𖤐 It’s a short one today

𖤐 Summary: Gaz may be dating a world famous supermodel but he had a bit better style than his girlfriend

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World famous supermodel Y/n L/n was on the red carpet at the Met Gala, along side with her was her boyfriend of 2 years, Kyle Garrick or Gaz.

Her hands rested on his arm as they posed for the cameras flashing at the both of them, some wanting both of them together and some wanting them separate.

Gaz watched his lovely girlfriend act such a natural, he was a mess. Rubbing the back of his head because he was confused on how to pose without Y/n by his side.

"OVER HERE, GAZ!"

"GAZ, LOOK AT ME!"

"GAZ FOCUS ON ME!"

"LOOK AT ME!!" The annoying and obnoxious photographers yelled at him. He just felt awkward, he's not use to being in the spotlight only incognito.

"Gaz?" He heard the sweet voice of his girlfriend, he turned and smiled at her. His hand immediately going to her waist and they both walked away and the next celebrity came in their spots.

They were going up the stairs and were getting interviewed by Emma Chamberlain.

"Oh wow! Y/n L/n and Kyle Garrick, it is lovely to see you two here again at the Met," she says. Y/n did all the talking as Gaz only answered questions directed towards him, which were mainly small and short answers.

"Kyle, who are you wearing?" She asked him.

"Umm~ Prada," he says, showing off his jacket.

"Love it," she says. "Y/n, I'm guessing you are matching him?"

"Yes, Prada everything," Y/n says with a soft smile.

"Love it all, I hope you two have fun inside."

"Thank you, you too," Y/n looked at Gaz, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him away to other interviewers.

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"I have to say, Gaz. How are you more stylish than me?" Y/n asked as he pulls out her chair for her.

"I'm not, the stylist styled me, I would never dress this fancy you know that," he says, sitting next to her.

"I know, I'm teasing Gaz."

"I'll probably get shit for it later though."

"From the guys?"

"Yep, they think going to Gala's and parties with big A-List celebrities can be a bit of waste of time. When they see me on the cover with you, they give me shit about it."

"Do they...not like me because of my lift style?"

"Huh? No, of course they like you, it's just if they were thrown into this life style, they'd probably want to leave it because they aren't use to it."

"But you're not."

"I am now. Sure I wasn't before but now, I love it because you love it, you're always so happy and it makes me happy to see you like that."

"Sometimes, I'm not."

"I know, but I like seeing you happy, it reassures me that you are comfortable and I should be comfortable."

"I'm glad, I make you, happy, Gaz," she smiles at him. She leans forward and kisses his lips. He likes the feeling of her lips on his.

"We should enjoy our time," she says, pulling away from his lips.

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Gaz's hand was resting on Y/n's thigh, her fingers looped with his, as his fingers caressed her plushed thigh. They were talking with the people at their table.

Gaz didn't know them, he only knew Y/n and kept his attention on her for most of the time, they were at the table.

And like a lost puppy if Y/n needed to use the restroom, Gaz would be getting up with her and following her to the bathroom. Waiting outside the women's bathroom door for her.

Gaz leaned against the wall just outside when he sees Oscar Isaac and Elvira Lind coming towards him. He liked Oscar Isaac, he fixed his posture and made sure he looked presentable.

Elvira went inside the bathroom and Oscar leaned on the wall next to Gaz.

Gaz just barely turns his head and Oscar caught him. He slightly nodded his head and Gaz did too.

"Um~ Oscar Isaac right?"

"Yeah, you are?"

"Kyle Garrick."

"OH! Y/n's boyfriend, heard a lot about you."

"Really?!" Gaz was shocked that THE Oscar Isaac knows HIM.

"Yeah, my wife loves Y/n, keeps up to date with her a lot, and she showed me that you two were dating, now I see it." Oscar says.

"That's an honor to know that...my idol knows me."

"I'm your idol? That's more of an honor," both males laughed together as the bathroom door opened the Oscar's wife and Gaz's girlfriend both walked out together talking.

"Kyle," Y/n says and smiled at him, walking towards him and her hand goes to his arm.

The couples walk together back to their separate tables.

"He knows me," Gaz whispers to Y/n making her laugh at him.

"He does?"

"Yeah, that's fucking amazing," Gaz says, pulling Y/n's chair out for her.

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The night was coming to an end and Gaz was holding Y/n's hand and holding her Prada heels. Her feet were ABSOULATLY killing her. Gaz had offered to take her shoes, so her feet could breath.

"Thank you, Ky."

"You're welcome, love," he says as the waited for the car. Her feet felt better.

Gaz looked at Y/n at she leaned on his arm.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just tired."

"Alright," he then bends down and picks her up bridal style.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm allowed to hold my girlfriend," he says with a smirk on his face.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #gaz x y/n #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

[cryptids-streaming]

Winds of Change (Chptr. 2)

(For lack of a better title for the series. Bare with me ya'll. I don't have much time to sit and edit unfortunately, but hopefully you will still enjoy this next bit for the Y/N x orc series)

“Y/N!” I stood on the very edge of the encampment, arms folded over my chest as I stared into the horizon. “Y/N! Please...” I rubbed my temples, slowly turning toward the harpy. “What?”, I asked, my voice tight. “It's been two days, how long are you going to be angry with me?”, Kili asked, his golden eyes eagerly searching my face. He stepped closer, his wings flicking forward as if to touch me. I moved back, and his wings slowly folded back into place. Kili kicked the snow, his talons gripping the cold substance tightly. “I know you're upset. But, please, I am simply asking for a chance to explain. It wasn't supposed to go this way....” My arms dropped to my sides, finding it hard to be angry with him. “Then, in your mind, how was this supposed to go?”, I asked softly.

Kili lifted his head. “Just for you both to work together. For a common cause, even if that cause is mutual distaste for your father. I was going to ask you while you were in Oldroll, and tell you everything there.” “Even then, what would you have done if I refused?” “It would have been simpler than it is now. I would have found a different way to aid the horde, and you wouldn't be here.”, Kili whispered. I lifted a brow. “But now?” Kili tilted his head, not following. “But now that I am here, am I supposed to stay as a prisoner?”, I asked, my voice rising. The harpy sighed, his wings drooping a little. “It's my fault, I can own that. I should have asked you first before I mentioned you to the Chief. Yes, you have to stay. There is no force in any of these lands that could stop them from finding you. Orcs are particularly headstrong, they don't give up and are relentless.”

I huffed, running a hand through my hair and wincing as my fingers caught in a tangle. “Kili, they can't keep me here forever.” Kili shifted his weight, his wings adjusting and settling back into place. “All I am saying, is that perhaps you both should talk again. Start over, and talk it out.” I glanced over my shoulder towards the encampment, spotting Hakak staring at us from a distance. There was no doubt that if I bolted he'd catch me without an issue. Looking back at Kili, I bit my lip. “Kili, my father never told me anything of importance about the war. I don't even know what to ask, or where to begin. My only concern is avoiding being hauled back to that castle. I don't...I don't want to go back there.” Kili hesitated, then gingerly wrapped a wing around my shoulder in a comforting gesture. “I know, Y/N. Don't you think this is one way to achieve that? Think about it, all wars have to end at some point. Sometimes...sometimes solutions come through unconventional means.” I looked up at him.

“What do you mean? He wants to use me as a hostage. It's like the gods themselves are intent on my ass being locked back up in those stone walls. And I...I will not go back.”, my voice cracked as I turned toward him. Kili sighed shakily, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled me into a hug. He rested his chin on top of my head. “I know. I know. But there was another option, remember?”, he whispered. “What? Agree to being a hostage? Or being forced to be one? Not much of a choice, they end the same way.”, I grumbled into his feathers. “No. Agreeing to appear to be a hostage is much different than being an actual hostage.” “I don't follow.” My fingers curled into the soft down under his feathers. Kili didn't reply right away.

“It's true that you've been served a rather lack-luster selection of options. But if you work as an ally, you are not a prisoner. You'd have more room to make choices, for one thing. For another, they're an extremely loyal bunch. Saved my feathered ass a few times.”, Kili murmured, “So if you agreed to work with them, they'd likely not actually hand you over to your father. Do you see what I'm getting at?” I lifted my head and peered up at him. Kili looked down at me. “I hate being forced into things against my will. It still feels as if my freedom to actually chose is being taken away in this situation.” Kili made a series of low purr-esque noises, “Believe me, I am aware. I haven't forgotten the way you tore feathers out of me when I plucked you from that river.” I snorted, “To be fair, you scared the shit out of me. You were the first non-human I'd met.” “Like I was supposed to know you had a fear of heights. Next time I see someone in the process of drowning, I'll be sure to ask if they want to be saved before rescuing them.”, Kili replied, smirking as he slowly released me from the hug.

I ran my hands down the front of my tunic and short-skirt that I wore over leggings, then adjusted my winter cloak. “Kili, what even started this war?” Kili tilted his head, making a humming sound. “Perhaps you should ask the Chief that when you go talk with him.” I shot him a look, “Who said I was agreeing to going to talk to him?” The harpy grinned, “Because you can be quite reasonable when you want to be.” “He's an arse.”, I said noncommittally. “And so are you, but I'm still your friend.” I reached out and playfully shoved him. His wings fluttered as he recovered his balance, still grinning at me. “Fine. Fine! I'm going.”, I lifted my hands in the air, turning to head back into the encampment. Kili nodded, “I'll be back soon to make sure neither one of you has killed the other.”

“Wait, you're not coming with me? Where are you going?”, I asked, turning back to look at him. Kili winked, “I have my own set of tasks to do. You'll be fine. Just view him as a rather large, grouchy teddy bear or something.” I made a face, “Yeah...not going to happen. I don't recall any of my childhood toys wielding an axe, for one.” Kili snorted, hunching down before lifting off the ground with a push of his powerful wings. I covered my face as snow flew up around me. When it settled, I stood watching him as he flew off into the distance.

Heading back into the heart of the encampment, I tried to think of what to say. 'There is a lot I don't know about the war. Father was painfully vague about it when I still resided in the castle. Each story has two sides...', I frowned. What did I actually know? 'My lack of knowledge is biting me in the backside right now.' To be sure, I knew what people in the castle and the surrounding area said about orcs as a whole. And none of it was flattering. A violent group of people, comprised of several clans spread throughout the world, that made any seasoned soldier think twice before lifting their swords against them. My eyes narrowed as I walked, staring at the ground. 'Well, rumors are no stronger than wet paper in a storm. I need facts. I need the truth. If anything, I need to hear his side. Who knows what my father may have been hiding from me? Once I know, I will chose what to do next.'

I glanced up as I passed Hakak, who was staring at me without attempting to hide it. “Uh...Sorry. Do you know where the Chief is? Is he busy? I'd like to speak with him and I didn't want to simply waltz in there unannounced...”, I explained, my nerves causing me to stutter. He paused, then nodded. “Sure.” He began walking, and I stared after him before hurrying to catch up to him. “You don't talk much.”, I pointed out. “There isn't a need to.” There was a pause. “Besides, he speaks more than enough for both of us.”, Hakak added. I stared up at him with wide eyes, then burst out laughing. “Wait, what? You make it sound as if you're siblings.” “We are.” I stopped in my tracks. Noticing immediately that I had come to a halt, Hakak turned and faced me. “What?”, he eyed me. “You're serious?”, I gawked at this new information. “I am the youngest by two years.” He shrugged and started walking again.

I blinked rapidly as I caught up to him. “I'm sorry. I know siblings can be different from each other..but..for some reason, I just didn't expect that.” Hakak shrugged again. We reached the tent I'd been shown into the first day, and he announced something in orcish. There was a pause, and then a reply. “I really have got to learn orcish...”, I muttered under my breath as Hakak opened the tent flap for me. He let it drop into place after I entered, not following me inside. I waited for my eyes to adjust, and when they did, I spotted Mokoa standing over the table. His attention was glued to what looked to be a scattering of papers and a map that laid over the top of them. “Are we going to talk? Or waste time?”, he said without looking up.

I pursed my lips together, holding back a retort. “I'm interested in an actual conversation, yes.” “Speak.”, He waved his hand, gesturing to a seat across from him. The Chief's eyes remained on the map. Without hesitation, I walked forward and sat down. I looked from him, to the exit, and then back to him. “I will admit I am at a disadvantage when it comes to knowing anything in regards to the war. I can't really help you there, as my father was determined to keep me in the dark.”, I said. “Did you ever think there was a reason for that?” “Of course. But any time I pressed him too hard about it, he'd threaten to send me away...and later, to marry me off. Hardly ideal.” Mokoa straightened, finally looking at me. “You're a lady right? Of rank, don't look at me that way when you know what I meant. It seems strange how, knowing that you'd be in a position of leadership in the future, that he seemed to keep you in the dark when it came to political conversation. Wouldn't it be better to instead use it as a way to prepare you for the future?”

I scoffed, “Please. The only 'position of leadership' that was awaiting me there was over the kitchen.” He smirked, then shook his head. “Your people are...odd.” He hesitated, then said, “Truth be told, my father was the one who originally facing yours on the battlefield at the start.” I sat back, digesting this information. Come to think of it, he didn't appear to be much older than I was. My heart sank as it dawned on me. Before I could ask, he answered. “He died, yes. As did my mother.” “Both? On the battlefield? Both of them?”, I asked incredulously. “That is what I said.”, His voice was tight. “Both.”, I repeated. He pointed at me, “That's not what we're here to discuss, though. Is it?”

'Alright. Understandably a touchy subject.' “Right. Kili helped me...see things in a slightly different light. If I agreed to help you, what would that entail? What's the entire plan?” “The idea is simple, really. Send a message to your father. We have you hostage, something along those lines. He wants to get you back, so doubtless he'll come running.”, Mokoa shrugged. It seemed to be a gesture that both he and his brother used often. “You're thinking of an ambush? Don't you think he will see through that?” “We're planning on it.”, Mokoa replied. I was left feeling more confused. “Explain.” “Not until I am sure you're fully on board.” “I am! I am no fan of my father's. And clearly, you aren't either.” “There is a difference between familial disagreements and...this. You both may disagree on the color of a dress, but that doesn't compare to being prepared to spill each other's blood during a war. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?”

We stared at each other. I dug my nails into the edges of my seat, unable to fully hide the anger simmering below the surface. My face soured, brows knitting together. “I do not have to explain what my father has done to make me hate him, but believe me- if he behaved as dishonorably in battle as I've witnessed him behave in the castle, then there will be no second thoughts on my end.” Every word I spoke was laced with venom. Mokoa raised a brow, straightening as he studied me. After several minutes, he spoke in a low tone. “Then tell me why you were so hesitant to agree to help when you were first brought here.” “Because I was tied up and KIDNAPPED!” “Interesting choice of words. I would have used 'rescued', personally.” He had me there.

“You could have let me go the moment I was brought here.” “I would have, but then I learned who you were. There was a change of plans.”, he said. “Do you want my help or not?” “You're acting as if you have a choice. Either way, you will be fulfilling your role as bait. The choice you do have is if you're going to do it willingly. If you do, then I promise I will not let your father take you back to that castle.” I almost hesitated to ask, listening to the sound of my heart beat pounding in my head. “And if I don't?” When he didn't answer, I huffed loudly. “I already said I would help. I don't know what you want me to do to prove that I am with you on this.” “You said you don't know what your father has done, correct?” I blinked. “Correct.”, I answered cautiously.

“Then allow me to enlighten you.”, the Chief said, leaning back. I exhaled slowly, “You'll tell me everything?” His eyes narrowed, as if he was weighing something in his mind. “Everything.”, he agreed after a beat. “You'll leave nothing out?”, I asked. He flexed his hands a moment. “Nothing.” I relaxed, trying to ignore the anxiety settling in my chest. The way he was speaking made me hesitate. But, I wanted to know. Needed to know. “Then sit there and listen.”, he said, taking a seat as he braced his arms on the table between us and leaned forward. His expression was grim. Chills danced along my spine as I braced myself for what I was about to hear.

#cryptid 4198 70 #exophilia #monster lover #tetrophilia #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #orc x reader #orc x y/n #original fiction #original character

[i-just-like-goats]

Gojo x Fem Reader

Summary: part 2 to the "where Gojo's soulmate is an assassin sent to kill him"

Warnings: none that I can think of

WC: 1.4k

Main Masterlist

"So. How are you finding Jujutsu Tech?"

"And my day's automatically ruined," 

You put down your pen as Gojo dragged a chair to sit next to you. 

"If you must know, the students are, on the whole, well behaved. Kugisaki and Itadori lack focus at times but Fushiguro gives them a look and they're back on track. Despite my first impressions of Panda and Maki, they are both dedicated to Jujutsu sorcery. Inumaki hasn’t given me a strong impression yet, but he's diligent," 

"I asked for how you felt about teaching, not a report on how the students are getting on. I know the students but I don't know you," 

"It should stay that way," 

"So cold. I'm shivering," 

Gojo watched as you gathered up the paper strewn around your desk. 

"Notes on the students? You're thorough aren't you?" 

You made no reply and walked straight to the door. Gojo tugged on the red string attached to your smallest finger, prompting you to turn to him exasperatedly. 

"You know, you could make this whole thing a lot easier and more enjoyable if you loosen up a little and actually form relationships with the people around you. But, knowing you, you'll ignore my advice and carry on the way you always have," 

It was a harsh truth, but you knew it to be true. As much as Gojo got on your nerves, he did have a point. But they'd all end up dying anyway, including you. So trivial matters like friendships mattered not to you. 

"I'll see you tomorrow," 

With a sigh, Gojo rubbed his temples. There really was no convincing you. He'd tried his hardest. He greeted you with a smile every morning, he invited you out to eat with him, he gave you tips, he offered to train with you, but it was all for nought. Nothing he did could change your cold attitude. 

Perhaps it was time for him to give up. 

The next morning, you started your day as usual. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Except for the lack of Gojo's upbeat voice ringing in your ears. Good. He finally got the hint. Now you could enjoy the peace and quiet. 

"Ms Y/N," 

"Yes?" 

"It's been an hour and you've still not come to our lesson," 

"Maki, I don't take your morning lessons. Gojo does," 

"Well he said that you knew you'd be taking over for all lessons today," 

She made it a point to look at Gojo's desk. You stood up and walked over to his desk to see a note informing you that he'd gone on a mission and wouldn't be back for a week. 

"I suppose he did. Let's go. I'll help you with close range combat," 

It never failed to surprise you whenever you fought Maki. A grade 4 sorcerer with her skill? It must be some sort of sick joke. The first time you fought her, you were sure that Gojo was pulling your leg, but her grade 4 status was genuine. 

She adapted well to your attacks and her agility far surpassed yours. You tapped her head with your stick. 

"Much better than yesterday. You're a quick learner, but you've still got a tad too many openings whenever you counter my attacks. Just keep that in mind," 

"Understood," 

"Inumaki there isn't much I can do to help you with your cursed technique, so spar with Maki for now while I think of something as I work with Panda," 

They both gave you a thumbs up and walked off to another section of the grounds to spar. Panda waved at you as he walked over. You nodded in acknowledgement and he smiled back. His smile was cute. You couldn't believe your eyes when Gojo first introduced you to a talking Panda, but you’ve grown to respect him.

"You ready?" 

"Sure am!"

Soon enough your time to teach the first years drew nearer, so you dismissed the second year's, promising Inumaki that you'd work with him tomorrow.

"Hi Ms Y/N!"

Itadori, as usual, greeted you with his usual smile. You found your eyes softening for just a moment. It was nice to be smiled at. You slowly rubbed your pinkie finger, it seemed strangely colder than usual.

"Hello Itadori. Fushiguro. Kugisaki,"

Itadori didn't seem to deflate at all despite your much less enthusiastic reply, much like someone you knew. He still was happily ready to learn from you. As a vessel for the King of Curses, his cheery nature always puzzled you. How could such an upbeat boy have the King of Curses residing in him? These students were special. 

"Thank you for teaching us today!"

"You're welcome Itadori,"

Kugisaki and Fushiguro thanked you much more quietly. They openly stared at your hand.

“What’s wrong with my hand? You've all been staring awfully hard at it”

“You’ve been fiddling with your pinkie finger this whole time,” Kugisaki replied.

Widening your eyes, you hastily separated your hands and dismissed the first years.

7 days passed by quickly, but each day you fiddled more and more with your pinkie. It just kept getting colder.

“Ms Y/N you seem to have developed a habit of playing with your pinkie,” Maki remarked.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,”

You glanced at the first and second years seated in front of you, writing down notes about weak points that you wrote on the board, but quickly settled back into staring out of the window.

“Gojo’s coming back today, so maybe you should stop looking so worried,” Panda said.

“I’m not worried about that blindfolded idiot,”

Everyone in the room excluding you exchanged knowing looks.

“Why do you hate Gojo so much?” Itadori piped up.

“I don’t hate him. I just find him to be insufferable,”

“Is that why you longingly stare into space with a sad face? Do you miss him?”

The whole class gaped at Itadori’s question. It was one thing to subtly hint at the obvious tension between their teachers, but it was out of the question to ever allude to it directly to you.

“It’s ok Ms Y/N, I miss him too!”

You sighed, and simply nodded absentmindedly. Disagreeing with Itadori was a hard thing to do, even for you.

“Don’t you all look glum. I know Y/N’s not as fun as me, but geez you guys look miserable,”

“Gojo!” They all chorused.

In unison, they all stood up to greet him. You smiled softly, and stood up slowly to make your exit and allow them some time with Gojo. A small tug on your pinkie had you stopping momentarily, allowing Gojo to flash a smile at you. Sighing, you shook your head and left the classroom to sit in the staff room. 

It felt warm again.

“Missed me?”

You scowled at Gojo.

“I’m surprised the kids let you go,”

“The kids. They encouraged me to find you,”

Gojo took a step closer to you, making you aware of the fact that you were playing with your pinkie again.

“I missed your scowl, but I wish you would smile some more,”

You parted your lips ready to retort something back, but Gojo had already left. And the cold feeling returned.

"No good morning greeting?"

"Why? Do you miss it?"

"As if,"

Gojo shrugged and you continued to write up your lesson plan. You heard hushed voices whispering outside the classroom door.

"I can hear you, you know. Get to class, Gojo's going to be taking your morning class soon,"

A few feet padded past the door as your students scurried to get to their lesson.

“Hey that tickles you know,”

“What?”

With his signature smile, Gojo gestured to your pinkie then to his own.

“You twiddling with the string gives me a ticklish feeling. Are you perhaps warming up to me?”

“In your dreams,”

And like always, you immediately stopped playing with the string. You felt a tug on your pinkie. It felt cold again. Why was the cold feeling returning?

“I’ll see you later,”

As usual, you made no reply and continued sifting through your papers. 

After what felt like hours of being hunched at your desk, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. The warm feeling in your pinkie returned, but only slightly. What was going on with the temperature changes? Was it a sign of Gojo’s life dwindling away? No. That couldn’t be it.

He’s the strongest sorcerer in the world.

“Ms Y/N!”

A/N: I hate cliff hangers too, but the fic was getting longer than expected, sorry lol. Part 3 is coming dw :D

#jjk gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you

[qawcamiz]

Arcade — Xiao

synopsis ; a certain male was able to capture your eye the moment you saw him, as you stood in the middle of the arcade. His attributes were captivating and brilliant, you assumed you wouldn't get an opportunity to speak with him ever again until the next morning you received a notification.

note ; i'm so sleepy, I'll just fix the errors tomorrow 😭

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"What we're trying to say is that you should come with us!" your friend with long dark brown hair parted into twin ponytails exclaimed,

another girl with a ponytail that messily sticks out from all angles said, "Yep! Hu Tao's right y/n! we can assure you it won't be that boring~"

You grunted, "you guys keep saying the same reason every time you ask me to come! ugh fine, if you guys insist..." You were reluctant but knew deep down there was no way they'd let you off this time around.

They've been asking you to join them for three weeks already and each time the answer has still been the same. You weren't interested in spending the weekend with lots of people who are more like acquaintances than friends.

The three girls grinned widely at your response, "duh! of course, we'll make sure to include a fun side to our shopping, so don't you worry!" your friend said as she played with her hair that would appear as a warmer shade of blonde.

Those 3 are named, Hu Tao, Yoimiya, and Lumine

"Pardon them, Y/n, but just so you know if you don't feel like coming with us, you don't have to force yourself to."— probably the only normal person in your circle of friends,

"Thanks, Ayaka, But don't worry about me, it's just kinda annoying to see them try each time, I'll give them a chance, if I DON'T find anything fun today, they know the consequences." You crossed your arms.

"Hey! stop acting as if we can't hear you two!" The three said at the same time, as you giggled along with Ayaka.

— — —

The 5 of you entered the arcade, so far you're not bored or annoyed yet with your friends who are fighting over that one claw machine.

"You guys...! enough fighting with that one claw machine! there's more than 2 of those around 'ya!" said Xinyan, On your way to the arcade to meet your other friends, you bumped into her who was going to the same place along with her friends.

"you— Hu Tao just took my coin!" Yoimiya fake sobbed. "THIS IS MINE IT FELL JUST EARLIER!"

The two continued arguing, you found Ayaka and Lumine with your other friend Venti using the step dance stuff machine.

You were doing nothing but sit in the corner, watching people play with the machines,

The one machine that caught your attention when you arrived at the arcade was occupied with someone whose hair is weirdly teal undertoned, you're not the type of person to say what you're about to say but 'damn he's really attractive with that hair, really suits him.'

'—What am I saying..?'

Waiting for an opportunity to use the claw machine, you felt someone approaching you,

"Y/n, what are you doin' there alone? We didn't invite you to just stupefied the air and lovingly stare at Xiao," said Lumine, you raised your eyebrow at her.

"Xiao?"

"Yeah... You're not familiar with him? I remember seeing you talk with him eh? Well— He's part of Venti's band, I can see you staring at him as if you fell in love at first sight! Oh, my Archon! Is this the day I'd start believing in those 'Love At First Sight' Things?!!" She gasped.

'Xiao... Not just that he's attractive but oh dear his name is weird too.. and he's also friends with Venti? Weird... How can he handle Venti's behavior?'

'Oh, I remember him! We encountered each other a lot from school contests, I'm not talking with him that much though.'

"Lumine... I think you're taking things the other way around, I was just waiting for him to finish playing with that claw machine so I could use it," you said, smiling innocently.

You noticed how Lumine's expression changed from shock to amusement in a matter of seconds.

"Ooohhhh... so you admit that you're staring at him?!~" she teased. "Wha— what are you talking about?! I'm not staring at him, I'm just waiting for him to finish playing!" you replied, raising your voice.

"Oh please! You're blushing! And you're smiling! You're staring at him!" she said chuckling,

"I AM NOT BLUSHING!" you shouted back.

"Why are you suddenly so defensive?" she asked, raising her eyebrow while crossing her arms.

"Because— I'M NOT LOOKING AT HIM THAT WAY!"  you shouted again, "Hm... alrighty then~ we're not done talking yet but I'm done waiting!" she turned away from you and went to look for another game to play with,

You sighed heavily as she left, why was your heart beating so fast all of sudden??

Xiao seemed to be oblivious about your situation because he still focused on the machine he was playing with and ignored your presence completely.

He seems to be enjoying himself a lot, but you couldn't help but wonder if you could do the same thing.

'...No. I'll just stay calm and uh watch.'

You watched him play with the claw machine a few times before he decided to leave the machine and go to another game.

'Hehe... never mind maybe I should go after him!' you thought as you sat up from where you were sitting.

You went to the next machine that he went to, it's quite close to the claw machine but not too near.

When you walked towards him you saw how he started looking at something on his phone.

'I guess he must be texting someone...' you thought as you stood behind him. His phone began ringing and he looked at the screen and answered it without even checking who the caller is.

As he waited for whoever called to end he looked straight ahead. His black locks fell in front of his eyes. Your heart rate quickened its pace once again. He doesn't seem to notice your presence anymore.

And just as you wanted to go closer and check who he was texting, you heard the machine Xiao was messing with, he got distracted by whatever his text conversation was.

'What am I doing? I'm supposed to be enjoying here and using the machines, why am I observing him instead.'  you mentally scolded yourself.

But you're too curious to turn away now. Maybe if you hadn't noticed him, then you won't notice any problem.

As you kept staring at him, you were starting to get slightly mesmerized by him, the way he play the claw machine, the way his hair moves, everything about him.

You started getting flustered and felt embarrassed that you started thinking something like that, 'what's happening to me?'

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw him look your way, "Oh, X-Xiao! It's you! What are you doing here?" Said someone behind you,

You felt your ears reddening, 'I did not just assume he was looking at me!!', You wanted the floor to swallow you.

"Ganyu? Like the busy person you are, I didn't expect you to accept the invitation." Xiao looked at her.

'Was Ganyu the one he was having a conversation with earlier on his phone? How did I not expect her to be here when Xiao is?'.

"hehe, you're right! It's a miracle I'm able to come with everyone together! Anyway, wanna buy anything?" Ganyu smiled widely at Xiao.

You saw Hu Tao along with Yoimiya coming your way— On Ganyu's way...

"Heya! Are you guys planning to go shopping?~" Hu Tao exclaimed. "Ah... Yeah, I was planning to go on shopping with Xiao alone, because It's been a while since we last saw each other. After all, I've been very busy so..." Ganyu scratched her neck.

'What do you mean?! you guys saw each other earlier from class!' you had found it annoying how she was acting girly when Xiao is nearby.

"Well, it's a good idea then! I and Yoimiya will go to the games." Hu Tao smiled. "Alright! See ya!" Ganyu waved at you and left with Xiao, leaving you with Hu Tao and Yoimiya.

You stared at the two people, you weren't jealous or anything but you found that they were a good match.

"Wanna go play machine with us, Y/n?" Hu Tao said grinning. "I think I'll go home now, I'm exhausted." You sighed.

"Exhausted?! All you do is sit there! Come on...!" Yoimiya pouted. "sorry, I'm tired, just enjoy the arcade with everyone." You smiled and head off to the exit.

Hu Tao and Yoimiya could only send a glance at each other and they already know what was happening.

— — —

You found yourself walking through the halls, sighing softly every time someone would walk past you. It's already been an hour since you went outside of the arcade, and you just had to keep on thinking about Xiao.

'Why do I feel so odd today?' You thought to yourself, your heart felt weird why does it feel like from just one touch it would tear apart?

'I need to stop thinking about him, I shouldn't be feeling these kinds of feelings!' You scolded yourself. 'This is the first day of me liking someone yet I feel like THIS day would be the last too.'

Before you knew it, you were already heading toward your dorm room. Once you opened the door you took a deep breath. 'Maybe I should just tell someone about this thing and ask for advice...' you thought.

'That's if anyone would care about the matters of love.'

You entered your room, closed the door behind you, and proceeded to take a shower. After you finished washing and drying your hair, you put on some comfortable clothes and made your bed.

As you lay down, you closed your eyes. You tried your best to fall asleep, but you couldn't stop thinking about Xiao.

'How does it feel to fall in love with somebody you barely know?' You wondered.

as the time moves slower than usual and your thoughts were drifting off to sleep, you couldn't help but smile slightly at the fact that it seemed that you were falling in love with Xiao.

— — —

you woke up with the sound of notification noises and your phone vibrating repeatedly on your nightstand.

When you looked at the screen, you realized that you have 5 missed calls from Lumine 2 hrs ago.

"man why the fuck is my brightness—...!" you groaned, you looked at your messages to see that she was spamming you with a bunch of random emoticons.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin xiao #xiao #xiao x you #xiao x reader #angst #genshin x reader #adepti #yaksha #genshin impact adeptus #i love you #xiao my beloved #modern au

[fishsticksloser]

A hc of reader sister (little sister) who loves using memes sound effects to communicate with the family instead of her talk like " bruh " or " why are you running? ".

And it's fun because it makes everyone laugh.

Meme!Younger Sibling

RotTMNT & gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, platonic fluff, what you say is in green

A/N: They are meme connoisseurs, Raph doesn't understand, but is supportive. Coloring the words took way longer than I thought... I have a 6 hour car ride to the hospital so ask away!

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You got your taste in memes from your brothers

Leo and Donnie definitely have the most knowledge in memes

"Tight! So let me be, I'm here to give you customer service. and I'll set you free! (right)"

"Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Reese's Puffs! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up! Eat 'em up!"

It's almost completely random

They've learned not to ask what you're doing...

"Hey, what are you doing Waiting for them to play Gangnam Style..."

Mikey and Leo participate the most

At one point you were really into Bully Maguire memes

Raph was terrified of you

"I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye... W-What!? What did I do?"

Remember that video of the country guy standing on his truck with Nunchaku?

Yeah... That's a you and Mikey staple

"Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top. Sunkissed so hot it'll melt your popsicle!"

You, Leo, and Donnie are the most chaotic about it

Raph and Mikey are a little annoyed by the meme bond you guys have

"I got a plane! I got a plane! I love the fame! I love the fame! You know my name! You know my name!"

Being the 2 youngest, though, you and Mikey have something you will never have with the others

and that's having unlimited meme potential

"It's wizard time, motherfucker! Fire Ball!!"

Raph was very upset about this... ^^^

You are probably the only one allowed to chill in Donnie's lab because of your shared love of certain memes

He vocally stims in his lab and I have a feeling a lot of those are memes

"Wow... Your raps are too wack to handle. Let's do this like we do on the Discovery Channel!"

Leo is the one you go to if you want to recreate some dance you saw on TikTok

And he's very good... It should be a crime

Leo also quotes the Pedro Pascal edit that went around...

"How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I got a 6 pack of cold ones all nice and my roomies out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

Is anyone surprised by that though?

"Aren't you excited? You're going to the airport tomorrow! Ehrpohort? I'm not going to the ehrpohort."

Although Raph isn't that knowledgeable in memes, he does know some

"Excuse me, brah. You're excused.... But I'm not your brah..."

Just random things they'd quote:

"I'm almost proud of you... That's the most proud of me you've ever been!"

"Give me back my gamer girl!"

"Material girl!"

"Just got diagnosed with cool guy syndrome... Now I take Adderall!"

"Ugh, you can't sit with us. Actually, Leo, I can't sit anywhere, I have hemorrhoids..."

"Look at all those chickens!"

"Is this an internal dialogue? I can't see the end of the horizon... Hastune Miku!?"

"Its really cute how you're going to defeat me with the power of friendship, but again, I am da Devil... From da Bible..."

"Hey~... What's up... It's me!"

"Whopper. Whopper. Whopper. Whopper. Junior, Double, Triple Whopper. Flame Grilled taste with perfect toppers. I rule- I rule this day!"

"You're an asshole, Leo. You are what you eat, Donnie." I'm so sorry...

"Freddy, you're supposed to be on lock down... VanessaAAAAAA!" When he's been working in the lab too much

"Nah, nah, nah nah. Nah, nah, nah nah, yeah. You're are the music in me! You know the words 'once upon a time' make you listen... There's a reason!"

"HOLD ON! HOLD ON! SO HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT!? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO... I'm gonna stab him..."

"Laloyd? That's right! It's me, your son! And it's Lloyd, Dad! No. L-l-o-y-d. I named you. You ruined my life! How can I ruin your life? I wasn't even there!"

#rottmnt #rise raph #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise disaster twins #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise mikey #rise michelangelo #tmnt donatello #donatello #teenage mutant ninja turtles donnie #donnie tmnt #donnie hamato #tmnt michelangelo #michelangelo hamato #leonardo teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt leonardo #leonardo hamato #tmnt raphael #raphael hamato #{fish answers•°} #{snipersiniora•°}

[reptisoil]

Pros of not Sleeping || Stephen Strange x GN!reader ||

Summary: When Stephen finds sleeping hard one night, he decides the library is the best place to cure his ailment. Apparently, someone else had a similar problem.

Warnings: None

As Stephen turned over in his very comfortable bed, he sighed, wondering if this position would finally able him to sleep. He wasn't hopeful as he'd been on this journey since 9 pm and it was currently 1:35 am of the next day but he wasn't going to give up yet!

Stephen had this mindset until 2 am when he promptly got up, threw on a shirt and sweatpants, and trotted to the library. Some light reading would help, it was his go-to option for nights like these. What he saw when he walked in was a fellow sorcerer at the Sanctum, Y/n. He didn't know them well but they would nod when they saw each other and would help the other in training.

"Hey, didn't expect anyone else to be awake, nonetheless in the library, at this hour," He paused to walk over to the table they were sat at, "This seat taken?"

"For you? Never." Y/n looked up from the book they had their nose in. No doubt something Stephen had read at least two times but he asked about it anyways. This sparked a longer conversation about the mystic arts and eventually that led to Stephen's question he'd been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, what brought you to Kamar-Taj. Everyone knows my story but I'm happy to regale it to you again if that'll help you share yours?"

Y/n chuckled, the book was long forgotten and sadly doggy-eared (something Y/n did very reluctantly, it pained them), "No, no, that's okay. Um, I don't like to talk about it much but um, sure, I'll tell you."

As Y/n spoke their story, Stephen couldn't help but notice their eyes.. 'What a lovely shade.' He thought to himself as he studied the rest of Y/n's face. Once done, they looked at him, previously they had been staring at the table, watching as Stephen's scared hands and fingers interlocked on top of the table, the shaking still noticeable but not as much due to the table stabilizing them.

This little library meeting turned into a regular thing between the two sorcerers. They'd meet in the book-filled room and talk for hours and soon became extremely close. One day, Stephen worked up the courage to ask them on a date. He realized that he was ready to be in a relationship and the other person in said relationship should be Y/n.

So when he walked into the library and saw them with the plan in mind, his practiced speech went out the window. Their hair was perfect, the light of the room hitting their eyes just right, and the clothing they wore fit them perfectly. He sighed, sitting and crossing his hands on the table in front of them, "Hi Y/n."

They didn't look up so he assumed they were just about to finish a chapter or page or something so he let them be. After a few minutes, the page flipped, and a bookmark was placed on the new page as it closed. Y/n set the book aside and looked at their fellow sorcerer, "Hello Stephen. You sounded like you needed to ask me something, what's up?"

"Alright, welp, I did have a plan and speech prepared but then I saw you and you looked perfect. That might sound weird, let me try again. Will you get coffee with me tomorrow? Doesn't have to be coffee, hot chocolate is good too, tea also, whatever you please, it's on me if you say yes." Stephen got less and less confident as he spoke but the smile that morphed into a grin on Y/n's face told him he was about to be happy or very sad.

"I'd love to go get a hot drink with you, Stephen. Thanks for finally asking, I thought I'd have to here soon." The two chuckled and for the first time in a long while, Stephen got a good night's sleep that night.

BONUS:

"HHM, HOT!" Stephen yelped, sat across from him was his date, Y/n. They looked at him with a blank face, "No shit, Sherlock."

#stephen strange #dr strange #mcu #mcu fandom #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #marvel fic #avengers #marvel x reader #x reader #x yn #gn reader #reptisoil #dr stephen strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #doctor stephen strange #doctor stephen strange x reader #yes i did that on purpose

[michelletsw]

Hey I saw that you don't write anything and I wanted to ask (again) if you could write general platonic with dorm members who treat f!yuu like younger sister when RSA wants to take her with them? You write really great and I would want to read more from you😍

How fun love this idea! Sorry this took so long to get out lol, takes place during vdc but where going to over look vils overblot for the story line 😅 also I might have made savanaclaw a little shipy with esme and y/n (sorry I love him lmao)

I'm gonna go ahead and make this 2 parts sorry about that

Platonic/siblings like writings

Fem reader with protective characters that treat reader like a younger sister

Warnings ⚠️ cursing, not proof read

Character’s: Heartslabyel, octavinelle, scarabia, savanaclaw (pt2. pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia, wip)

During vdc the rsa students seemed to take a liking to you so much so they started asking you questions about why your going to nrc? "Your such a nice and caring person why are you going to nrc?" Or they'd ask if you want to go to rsa instead they'd be more then happy to talk to there headmage about it. Everytime you always politely turn them down, but they keep pushing the question And it started to get annoying.

Heartslabyel

Riddle- r

Ace- r

Deuce- b

Trey- g

Carter- o

Che'nya- p

Reader- p

You where walking over to the tea garden for another tea party, when you open the gate che'nya pops up and almost gives you a heart attack, You continue walking and ask why he's here? "Am I not aloud to just pop by and say hi?" He says, jokingly you respond with " you are but it's you so I know that's not why your here" "your words wound me y/n" while you two where talking you ended up making it to the main area with out noticing. That's when che'nya asks you the same question he asked earlier that day "so what are your thoughts on coming to rsa instead?" "excuse you?" Riddle interups before you can say anything ace and deuce are right next to you in less then a second draging you away from che'nya and over to the table "y/n is perfectly fine right here in nrc with us there not going anywhere" ace says glaring at che'nya. "Ya y/n you can't leave your my selfie buddy, plus who am i ganna gossip with if you leave" as cater says that you sit down and deuce pushes your chair in while trey offers you a cup of tea. "If y/n wishes to go to rsa instead that's not our place to stop them, though I would love if you'd stay" "I agree with trey-senpi even if it would be sad if you left" deuce added but it was quite obvious he wanted to take aces side. "what even brought this question up to begin with, y/n are you wanting to leave nrc?" Again you couldn't get a word out before being interrupted "me and the rest of the students agree that it would be better from y/n at rsa, wouldn't it? It would be alot less stressful" "That may be true but if she doesn't want to leave you can't make her" "but I don't wanna leave" you say finally being able to talk over everyone. "Well then you heard the lady now leave us be" ace immediately says after your statement che'nya accepts his failure and goes to leave but not with out stealing some sweets and saying good bye first. After that event they all seem to have gotten a little more protective over you till all the rsa students leave after vdc.

Octavinelle

Azul- b

Floyd- p

Jade- g

Y/n- p

prince rielle- r

It's a very well known fact that the "fish mafia" trio looked at you as there little sister considering there attitudes towards you and the way you where treated. So it wasn't much of a surprise how they acted when they over heard a conversation you had with rielle, "actually that's a question I've been meaning to ask, why are you going to nrc y/n?" "Well I mean I was basically summoned by the mirror, so I guess I've never thought about leaving the school to go to a different one" "well would you want to join us at rsa? It'll alot nicer then here" the trio had been standing behind the corner just listening but that last sentence made floyd speak up "Huh~ shrimpys not leaving anywhere royal goldfishy" "I agree there perfectly fine staying here at nrc, why would you even recommend such a thing?" They say placing there hands on your shoulders. "Indeed why would you recommend something like that prince rielle, Perhaps to gain something?" "Oh! Azul, no of course not I'm just curious on there opinion on going to rsa" "shrimpys not going anywhere" floyd says now just completely laying his body weight on your shoulders with his chin rested on you head "it is up to y/n if they want to leave or not floyd" "that's dumb, your not leaving right shrimpy" floyd now whining and pinching your face " ow stop that floyd and no i dont plan on leaving nrc, thank you for the offer tho" "well then it's settled, we should get going or else will be late" you say your goodbyes to rielle and leave with the trio. Till vdc was over they definitely had you nearby at almost all times afraid one of the other rsa students would try and convince you to leave again, insert floyd being an obnoxious little shit the whole time.

Scarabia

Kalim- o

Jamil- r

Jaseem- b

Reader-p

Kalim and jamil where waking around trying to find you before vdc started, they round a corner and see you talking to jaseem. Before kalim could yell to you jamil put a hand towards his face telling him to wait a second, he wanted to know what jaseem wanted with you. "have you thought about going to rsa with us" kailm spoke up before you could answer "wait y/n your wanting to leave nrc!?" "Kailm calm down" "Oh hello, don't you think it would be better for y/n at rsa? It would be alot less stressful and they would get an actual dorm" "lowkey does sound kinda nice.." "your actually considering leaving Ó╭╮Ò" "it's there choice kailm" though he doesn't sound that worried about you leaving his face says other wise. jamil is good at hiding his emotions but he clearly looks upset from even the thought of you leaving, kailm is also clearly upset from this idea looking at you like a puppy that just got something token away. Jaseem breaks your thoughts " do you want to come to rsa y/n?" "Thank you for the offer but I'll have to decline I'm sorry" "I see thats quite alright" "great. Now that's over we need to get going before where late" With that you say goodbye to jaseem and walk to the vdc stage. Kailm was obviously more clingy till vdc was over and jamil just seemed to be a little more protective over you just in general afraid someone would want to convince you to leave nrc again.

Savanaclaw

Leona- r

Ruggie- o

Jack- b

Y/n- p

Esme- p

It's not even a question. The fact that they grew up with woman having higher power and deserve 100% respect it is very obvious that they see you as a little sister and if im being honest sometimes it would feel like your friends with complete assholes and others they look like there about to fight God for you. It's very confusing anyway back to the topic at hand. It was right after there vdc performance when esme came up to you and started a conversation the boys not really paying much attention but still listening, it's only when they hear the words "so did you think about coming to rsa?" Come out of esme's mouth do they 100% start paying attention. Ruggie pops up out from nowhere draping his arm on your shoulder like your a stand or something for him to lean on "what was that about rsa" "GrEaT 7!! where tf did you come from!?" "I was talking to y/n about switching to rsa" "why would you ask such a dumb question?" "Are you wanting to leave nrc y/n?" "Not necessarily?" "Oh so you are still thinking about it?" "Why would you want to go to rsa" (insert esme trying not to say "well they would win something for once" because if he did, he knows he might lose his life/j) "it's just an idea" "it's a stupid idea" "are you sure that's something you really wanna do?" Jack stop ✋️ i can't handle your sad face. "Again it is just a suggestion if you need more time to think on it you can just message me" "message you???" Ignoring ruggie "will do but I can't promise I'll say yes" then a little goat walks up to you both and starts to lightly headbutt esmes leg "haha it's quite alright, I better get going" he picks up the goat and you say your good byes...... "you gave him your number??"

Protective bastards I swear lmao. Definitely alot more protective Definitely insert ruggie being a rat bastard by making you help him with leona for like a few weeks or else he won't stop bothering you about the whole rsa thing. Jack just being sad that you even thought about wanting to leave.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #deuce x y/n #ace x y/n #riddle x y/n #trey x y/n #cater x y/n #azul x y/n #floyd x y/n #jade x y/n #che'nya x y/n #prince rielle #rielle x y/n #kalim x y/n #jamil x y/n #jaseem #jaseem x y/n #leona x y/n #ruggie x y/n #jack x y/n #esme #esme x y/n #twisted wonderland nrc #twisted wonderland rsa #rsa #royal sword academy #twist brothers

[cassedyevihtt]

The secrets that you keep part 4of 8

Slowburn vanessa x mike romance

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Vanessa and Mike sit on a bench outside of her apartment. They'd worked tirelessly for the last hour to get the little on to bed. Abbie got to sleep on the couch. they'd made it soft and pleasant to sleep on. Now the two sat there. Watching the snow fall and sipping on warm coco leftovers. Mike looked over at Vanessa, she'd been so eager to fix warmth and safety to both him and Abbie. Mike locks his eyes on her mouth. Coco stain. A really stylish mustache. He gets suprised as he hears himself chuckle. Maybe even laugh. "Hmm? What? Haha what's so funny?" She laughs a bit too. Mike tries to hold his mouth shut with his gloved hand but just laughs even more. Vanessa looks ahead. "Okay, i see how it is" she slowly places her cup on the bench. She then stands up, grabs snow, forms it into a ball and chucks it at Mike who barely manages to save his coco. Mike places his cup of coco down too and joins the snowball fight.

They both step back inside with 2 empty cups and snow legit everywhere. Down their necks, in their hairs. Mike takes off his hat and Vanessa bursts out laughing. "Wh-what?" He laughs confused. "Is it that bad?" He smiles. "Nono it's totally fine, you just look like a crazy scientist. It's a likeable look" she coughs and laughs. "I'll go get myself ready for bed first btw" she instructs before she walks to the bathroom and locks the door. "O-okay ofc i mean its your apartment-" Mike holds his hat and watches as she leaves. Abbie peeks up at him from the sofa with a small trixter smile. "You're suppost to be asleep." Abbie just closes her eyes lightely.

Mike mumbles a bit flustered to himself.

The bedroom is dark. Mike had argued to sleep in the couch and let the ladies sleep in the bed but Abbie had insisted. The bed is more than big enough for two grownups, Vanessa had almost reluctantly agreed. And now she is sleeping soundly and peacefully there. Mike still has his hoodie on but got to borrow one of her patterned pyjamas pants. Vanessa is sleeping with a T-shirt and patterned pants too. Mike chuckled. She has two identical pyjamas pants like some cartoon character. He steps upon the bed, careful to keep himself on his side of the bed only. Leave her peaceful sleep alone. As he layes his head on the pillow and stares up at the roof every muscle in his body rests. Everything just let's go. He doesn't want to dream back tonight. He can't really. He sighs. He smiles. One night off can't be that bad. And with that he falls asleep.

Mike stares at the clock: 03:00 AM his heart jumps beat. 'Work!' but he remembers its Sunday, weekend. It's okay. As he layes his head down again he notices tossing and turning sounds beside him. "Nono, you did what?" "No I'm sorry" "n-not that b-bunny" "nonononono"

"No"

"No"

"No!"

"Inside the animatronics??"

"Dad we can- please!"

Her words go from whispers and mumbles to almost screams and yelling. Mike sits up. Should he wake her? He starts shaking her awake. "Hey! Vanessa" he wispers. She sits up and pushes him aside. She almost jumps out of the bed and almost runs for the bathroom. She doesnt even get to close the door before it all comes out and she throws up.

Mike just sits on the bed not knowing what to do. After 15 minutes she comes back and sits on her half of the bed. Her back facing Mike. "Are you o-" he starts. She looks over her shoulder. "What? Yes i probably just ate something weird" she explains. "Yes but you said alot of things. Especially the word no." Mike layes down and looks up as he talks. "Yes, well i don't really want to talk about it." Mike frowns. His brain couldn't let the talk about 'inside the animatronics' or 'dad' go. "But can you wake me again as soon as start like that if it happens again tonight?" She layes down too, staring up. Mike looks over at Vanessa. Her face is lit up by a dim blue light. Her cheek reflects waterstreams. He nods, "m'kay". He looks up again. "I appreciate it. Now, good night" Vanessa replies. Mike spots some actual genuine relief in her voice.

"Goodnight Vanessa" he notices his voice smiles to her. Warm and calm. He smiles a bit at that.

#fnaf fic #fanf #fnaf fanfom #fnaf au #fnaf movie #slow burn #mike fnaf #fnaf mike #vanessa x mike #vanessa fnaf #mike x vanessa #mike smith

[kimhargreeves]

Escape-Lord Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Your brother Ethan and You are trapped in a village, hoping to find your niece you both come across a castle but when you enter you meet Lord Dimitrescu and must escape from him and his daughters.

(I'm in love with Lady Dimitrescu but decided to make a male one instead for those of us who wondered how'd she be genderbend. There will be a part 2 soon. Also credits to Taryn Cosplay for such a beautiful photoshoot. Thanks to him this one shot was made. Enjoy)

"Ethan!" I shouted his name from where I was hiding inside a small house. Ethan was on top of a roof shooting at some creatures that resembled horrifyinh vampires. Just the sight of them made me feel terrified.

"Not now (Y/N), I'm a bit busy here!" He shouted back and I could see how wounded he had become now, he almost got his hand cut off again.

I was shivering from both the cold and how scared I was. This village is so creepy and the few creatures or people we've met here.

Snow lightly continued to fall down the ground and I could see my brother was getting tired. I began rummaging through the drawers hoping to find any sort of weapon.

All I could find was a small dagger, a gun and some bullets. That'll do for the time being. I opened up the window and aimed my gun at the creatures and began shooting them on the head. Blood splattering everywhere.

I pulled my trigger once, twice and one of them wouldn't fall when it screamed. "Look out!" I heard Ethan shout when the creature began to run towards me, I shut my eyes and heard a gunfire.

The creature finally fell down when I slowly opened my eyes and Ethan tiredly jumped down and came to my side. "Are you alright?" He asked checking to see if I wasn't wounded or scratched.

"I'm fine. We gotta find Rose and get the hell out of here, I have a feeling we'll have to enter that castle."

We both look at the enormous gothic castle that was just a few houses up on a hill. The both of us began running towards it hoping to not run into more dangerous creatures and finally we made it in.

The door closed behind us and it felt eerily quiet in here. The interior to the castle was gorgeous but it was too scary. I felt like a small child again. I remained close to Ethan and grabbed his arm.

The both of us began to quietly walk and check the place around. There was a painting of three women together and a couple of statues by the walls.

"Ethan, look." I pointed at a door with golden letterings on it. I began to try and push the door until a few moths appeared out of nowhere.

"Looking for Rose?"

Their was laughter and then more, we saw three women dressed entirely in black with their cloaks almost hiding their faces. Ethan quickly got in front of me so I held onto the back of his shirt in fear of what they might do.

We were both pushed to the ground and I screamed for them to let Ethan go, instead they dragged us both to another room. I held onto the head from the fall just a few seconds earlier and felt my ears ringing.

"Father, I bring you fresh prey." One of them said. I tried to sit up to try and take a look at whoever they were talking to.

"You are so kind to me, daughters. Now, let's take a look at him." I felt terrified when the person they were talking to finally stood up and looked at us both.

It was a tall but well built man with slightly ling hair. He was wearing black pants with suspenders, a white button down shirt with a black rose adorning it and a black large hat.

His eyes seemed cold and terrifying to me.

"Well, well Ethan Winters. And his sister (Y/N) too? You escaped my little brother's idiot game's, did you? Let's ser How special you both are."

I tried to get away thinking they'd get me but the vampire girls grabbed Ethan and cut his hand a bit. Ethan winced when the tall man tightly held his hand and began to lick his blood.

He scowled and stepped away. "Hmm. Starting to go a little stale."

"Then let's devour hid man flesh quickly, Father!"

"But I am the one who captured him!"

"Now, now, daughters. First, I must inform Mother Miranda. But later..Well, there will be enough for everyone. Put him up." I looked back and saw them grabbing Ethan again.

"No, Ethan! Take me instead, kill me but let my brother go." I screamed angry that they are harming him.

I was cut short when I felt a sharp pain on my arm and saw blood running down. This man, known as Lord Dimitrescu tightly grabbed it, not caring if he would leave a bruise and licked every drop.

I heard Ethan screaming when I began to cry. "No! You need to run. Don't listen to her, cut me open do whatever you want but let my sister out of this!"

"Careful what you wish for Mr. Ethan Winters." The man smirked up at Ethan.

"His sister is coming with me." I tried to squirm and run away but one of his daughters shoved my face to the floor while the other one tied my hands to my back and gagged me.

*************

It felt like I've been hanging upside down for hours, I was unconscious for a while and woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eyes and tried to make out where I was. Lord Dimitrescu was watching outside a window and smoking while the phone continued to ring.

The man sighed and took a seat to answer it, his gloved hand held onto the phone. "Mother Miranda. I regret to inform you that Ethan Winters has escaped that fool Heisenberg."

I remained still and silent hoping to hear more without him knowing I'm awake. But my body began to hurt, I could fell the many cuts I had continue to bleed a bit, Lord Dimitrescu began feeding on my blood and played some sick games with me, I was tied up and useless so I couldn't figure back.

He was taking pleasure in harming and cutting me up.

"His sister is here being held by me...Because he is in my castle, and has already proven enough for my daughters to handle! Yes, of course. I understand the importance of the ceremony. I won't let you down."

I flinched when he stood back up and threw the phone and entire table to the wall making it break into pieces. "To hell with that ceremony! That man will pay for what he's done.."

I closed my eyes shut when he began to turn around. "Had fun listening to my conversation? Want to know that your foolish brother did?!"

Opening back my eyes I looked at his red eyes, his smirk no longer adorned his pale face. "I've been too kind to you, I should rip your heart out and feast on your blood."

Lord Dimitrescu reached towards me and gripped my hair tight. "Your brother has killed one of my daughter now. If he kills one more than I'll do the same to you my dear."

"Your cheeks are flushed..all of your blood is rushing to your head. We don't want you to pass out just yet, what fun will that be?"

I felt his arm gripping my back while he cut off the the rope holding me up with his nails. I felt too weak to try and figure back or run. Dimitrescu instead now tied me up against the bed I let me head fall back since I was dizzy.

"Now, now. Now is not the time to fall asleep. We've been having too much fun." He chuckled wickedly and I felt his tongue on my neck, cleaning up some almost dried up blood.

"Your blood is nothing like your brothers, I can't help but want more. I want to tear you apart taste you."

I shivered when he continued to lick me and felt one of his hands beginning to unbutton my shirt while the same hand began to make some small cuts on my chest, he leaned his head down and I felt my head getting dizzier at the amount of blood I was losing.

His strong hands lifted me up and hoisted me onto the bed, I began to squirm and looked away when he towered over me and began to unbutton his own pants now.

"Let's see what your brother will think when I'm done with you."

Ethan, where are you?! I began to cry when I felt one of his hand on my neck, choking me a bit and the other collected more blood from me. I began closing my eyes and hoped that this would all be a dream.

"We'll have so much fun together, (Y/N)."

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu genderbend #lord dimitrescu #lord dimitrescu x reader #ethan winters #vampires

[minyoongees]

comethru || myg

✧ pairing: manager!yoongi x worker!reader

✧ genre: slight angst? hurt/comfort, pathetic attempt at crack, barely there fluff

✧ word count: 2k

✧ summary: Yoongi saves you from heinous karens

✧ snip: "We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!" this bitch—

✧ warnings: karens, oc gets all panicky, bubbling anxiety, rude af people, unhealthy relations with parents, unrequited love? (oc doesn’t really know)

This fic was genuinely fun to write! I know I did not do a very good job on this it’s lengthy with useless info but it just felt important. Let me know what you think of this!

Also, the title is inspired by Jeremy Zucker's comethru

As a new worker in a big restaurant, there are a few words one could dread to hear. For example, 'You're fired' sounds horrifying, gut wrenching, all your student loans flash before your eyes. It's scary, yes, but it's not as dreadful as the infamous —

"Can I see your manager?"

"Ma'am I already told you the restaurant opens at 11:30 am, and none of the staff arrives before 11, but I'd be happy to serve you at 11:30" you assured.

BANG!

One of the three ladies with a blonde bob cut hit at the door again.

"We don't talk to low class workers, call your manager!" Called out another from the group while the bangs continued. It was so loud you were almost afraid that they will tear this place down.

"Because of the unavailability of the manager, a low class worker is all you'll have to speak to for now," you spat, "but I'd be happiest if you don't speak to me at all"

Numerous loud gasps were heard. If the head chef heard you talking like this, you'll be out of the restaurant sooner than these karens can call your manager.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A CUSTOMER???"

"Ma'am since you have not walked into the restaurant yet, you are not our customer." you tried to explain, "The restaurant opens at 11:30 ma'am which is just in an hour and a half, I suggest you wait outside on one of the tables."

Even though it was kinda against the rules to sit on the tables unless you eat at the restaurant, but you desperately needed to get rid of the situation. The restaurant didn't even open yet, so what could be the big deal about them sitting on the benches outside. You were just hoping your manager would be understanding.

Anticipating another harsh string of words from them, the total silence that hit you surprised you. You pulled the blinds lower and peeked through them. The ladies were seated on the chairs outside, looking through their phones. Even though a bit shocked that they decided to do what you asked so easily, you didn't wanna jinx it. You thanked your lucky stars and moved on to getting the coffee machine started.

The day hasn't even started yet and the karens are here to disrupt the place already. Being the newbie, you have to come early to get this place started and on top of that, people like them are making it even harder. You clearly don't get paid enough for this.

Moving on to wiping all the tables, you were wishing that when your manger arrives, he'll understand the situation. To come to think of it, he's actually a good man and been nothing but nice to you since you joined here a month ago. He even covered up for you when you broke a plate. Another time he took the blame upon himself when you put a bit too much salt in of the dishes and a few people left unsatisfied. He's been sheltering you ever since you joined here and you've been enjoying this more than you should. Yet you still can't help but hope he handles it this time too and saves you from these heinous Karens.

brrring brrring brrring!!

The sounds catches you off guard not because of it's sudden penetration into the too good to be true silence, but because it shouldn't be ringing when it's the restaurant's hours closed. Nevertheless against your better judgement you pick it up and place the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

"Thanks for calling the Nile's! My name is y/n, how can I help you today?"

"We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!"

this bitch—

"Ma'am as I explained already, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and if you walk in by then, I'll be happy to serve you and make use of your coupons too." Is it too early to quit?

"Am I talking to the manager?" she asked penetratingly.

"The manager is not here yet, but as soon as he arrives, I'll make sure you're the first person he talks to." you tried calmly hoping it would help.

The woman on the line took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for the coming onslaught of distress.

"Missy you've been saying this to us since the morning and yet your manager isn't here. You should not open a restaurant when you do not know how to run it.”

She was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself losing the will to live.

"You do not know my husband. If he gets to know about the way you've treated me today, your restaurant will be closed forever." She threatened and you could hear her talking from the outside. Did she know that you did not own the restaurant?? "You should be grateful to me for not telling. Now open this damn door RIGHT NOW!!”

Another round of bangs started ringing and it echoed through the walls. They seemed louder than you know they should've been. And it was the trigger. The helplessness of the situation created panic. Your eyes unfocused, your stomach churned and your heartbeat escalated. You felt trapped.

Her shrill sound coming from the phone felt like it was piercing your ear drums and you could no longer understand what she was saying. So you slammed the receiver back into place, not knowing what to do anymore.

The grip on the cloth between your fingers seemed weak. You have always been a strong woman, dealing with irrational people all your life since you spent most of it around such people. But the karens have been tormenting you since the past 30 minutes and it was bound to get to you, sooner or later. Though you'd hoped for later rather than sooner. They way they started banging on the door while demanding something from you seemed so familiar to the way your parents banged on your bedroom door when you locked yourself in to save yourself from them.

Anywho, the situation is delayed for now and you have to calm down and start working again or you won't be done till the rest of the staff comes around. You don't know till when you'll be living under Yoongi's shadows and he'll be protecting you.

You put your hands on your face and let out a deep breath. Back to work bitches.

You started wiping the tables again, trying to think about something else. That 'something else' had a lot of options for you like, how are you going to repay your student loan that you took to go to college and didn't even help you land a decent job, or how your mom has been pestering you since months to get married and you haven't the found the best way to tell her yet that you wanna focus on your career for now and become a chef, or... well let's just say you had better things to worry about. But your train off thoughts was cut short when the phone rang again.

You already knew who was calling, so you decided against picking up. The ear splitting sound of the phone again echoed through the walls and it made you want to throw the phone against a wall. You know the restaurant phones should be loud enough to be heard by the staff even when the place is busy, but it did not help with the way it was making you feel.

After what seemed like forever, it stopped ringing and you went on to work again. The phone rang several times after that and with each ring, you felt your patience slipping farther away from you. You had half the mind to pick up the phone and tell them off, but you knew it would only anger them further. Yet you couldn't let this go on so after at least a dozen calls, you decided to pick it up.

"Thanks for calling at the Nile's! My name is y/n how can I help you today?" you spoke through a sigh.

"I'VE BEEN CALLING AT THIS DAMN RESTAURANT SINCE THE PAST 2 HOURS AND NOBODY HAS PICKED IT UP." she bellowed. If you thought she was loud and shrill earlier, you would change your mind now. Also, 2 hours????? you weren’t even here 2 hours ago!

"I HAVE GOT ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE ON MY PHONE AND I WILL POST THIS ALL ON FACEBOOK THE WAY YOU HAVE TREATED ME IS NOT AT ALL A WAY TO TREAT A CUSTOMER." she didn't even pause for a breath "WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND HEARS ABOUT THIS."

You didn't dare say anything for the fear that anything that may come out of your mouth right now, may anger her further, considering, you were not the manager she hoped to talk to.

There was small hustle on the other end. You could hear the ladies outside arguing a little. After a short pause, someone spoke again.

"Am I talking to manager?" this was not the woman who yelled at you earlier but someone else.

"Yes you are, ma'am"

You let out a small shriek. Surprised to see the receiver that was in your hands a moment ago, placed against Yoongi's ear. When the hell did he get here and how did you not even realize?? Even so, a strange feeling of safety filled up your chest at the sight of him and you felt like you could breath again.

"No ma'am, we cannot do that for you. As y/n here explained to you, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and no exceptions will be made for anyone." he explained calmly and it had you hoping that they'd listen to him if not you.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to you ma'am."

You just stood being a witness to one side of the conversation. You could hear someone talking outside the restaurant as well, but couldn't make out their exact words.

You admired his calm even in such a patronizing situation. At least to you, it was that way. In your eyes, he seemed so serene, his lips moved to utter the most calming sounds and you felt like you'd hand over your life to him if he asked you for it.

You really needed to practice professional work ethics when it came to him.

"Yes we will take care of this in the future, thank you for your suggestion."

"Ma'am we do not accept any kind of coupons for any of the meals provided here. Are you sure it is the same restaurant?"

Wait. But we do accept coupons here at the Nile's...

"No ma'am we cannot do that for you. There is no such policy, and we do not accept coupons."

"You can totally go ahead and call the police for yourself and we'll be sure to tell them how have harassed one of our workers over here." He said in an unbothered tone, gaze floating to you and you strangely found yourself looking away.

"Sure thing. Thank you for calling!"

And he placed the receiver back, as if job accomplished.

"Are you okay y/n?" He questioned. In his deep eyes, you saw genuine concern for yourself and you wanted to stay there for some while more. His voice was music to your ears and you did not want your own voice to taint the air around.

But he asked you something.

"Yeah." you said breathlessly and cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks for the help Yoongi"

It was something he insisted you call him even though the rules say he is your senior and should be addressed as so.

"Such people are so irritating and do not deserve to be let out of their homes. What kind of a husband would it be, huh!" he wondered, "though I question if there is any husband at all or she was just bluffing."

"Yeah I know right?" you didn't know what to say. "Though it was really impressive the way you handled them, I could never!"

He laughed at that. Sounded so heavenly, your knees kind of gave out.

And it was another day when he saved you. Why does he do that for you? Why was he here here so early? Why does he even try to get to close to you?

These are questions you do not have the answers to yet. You hope to get them someday. But you are happy they you are right now. Or maybe you are too afraid that the answers to these questions wouldn't be what you'd like to hear. Maybe he was just being nice and you being a horndog took the hint wrong way.

But for now, you have all the time (45 mins max before some other employee comes) to enjoy this moment with him alone in the closed restaurant, surrounded by the smell of food and his cologne and you have no idea which you like better. You wouldn't have it any other way.

masterlist | fin. 

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Diamonds and Shea Butter

The long awaited part 3 is now finished 🙌🏾 (yeosang x black!fem!reader)

//Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4//

"It's the way that your literally gonna be a princess" your sister squealed grabbing your hands. You slightly pull away from her. "No I'm not, his family doesn't even like me and i highly doubt they would approve of us getting married. They already looked at me funny when he introduced me to them and you really think they'd let me marry their son who's gonna eventually rule the whole kingdom?" You groan. "Man forget what they think, not only will you get married but I just know those baby's would be cute" your sister says nudging your shoulder. "Slow your roll their, we gotta get together first" you roll your eyes. Your sister laughs before heading to her side of the room. The two of you still shared a room which worked out fine since you both were so close.

You lie down in bed staring at the ceiling. Maybe getting involved with the prince was a bad idea. This would never work. He definitely could find better. Your thoughts were getting the best of you as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Y/N IT'S A FANCY CARRIAGE OUTSIDE" your sister yells making you jump from your sleep. "Yo what the hell, why are you yelling" you say wiping the sleep from your eyes. "Look" she says pulling back the curtains. "How did he find where we live?" Your eyes widen. "You know who that is?" Your parents come in the room questioning you. You scratch your head. "Yeah it's the prince I forgot I was supposed to meet him and his family at the castle today" you say.

Your parents both look at each other. It's as if they had diamonds in their eyes. "Well get dresses silly, Kie give your sister the best looking dress you can find" your mom orders your sister. She groans before heading over to the closet to find something. You quickly rushed to the bathroom to shower and try to calm down. This really was happening right now. Your sister comes into the bathroom with a dress.

"What are you waiting on stupid put it on and go see your man" she says. You give her a faint smile before kicking her out the bathroom to finished getting dressed. You walk out the bathroom your family waiting patiently outside the door. "Soo how do I look?" You say doing a spin. "Like a princess" your dad says making your mom tear up. You and your sister smile. You quickly hug everyone before rushing out the door. "Good Morning Miss" the guard greets you opening the door the the carriage. "Morning to you too" you smile before getting in.

The ride was pretty nerve racking. Were you dressed appropriately? Is it to much? Is it not enough? So many questions. Once you got to the castle you look out the tiny window to see yeosang standing at the bottom of the steps that lead to the castle. The guard opened the door so you could get out.

Yeosang did a tiny wave. You wave back smiling slightly. You properly greet him as you walk over. "So- how are things going" you try to make small talk as the two of you enter the castle. "Fine actually, my parents want to have dinner with you" he says. Your eyes widened. "Now?" You kinda shout. "No not now tomorrow" he says.

You dead panned. "That's still not enough time" you say. "It'll be fine but for now I just have to tell you everything you need to know about the being royalty or married to royalty at least." He smiles. You "smile" back. This is gonna be great.

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"Wait so you mean to tell me that you don't just wear fancy clothes and drink tea all day?? Imagine?" You laugh. "Ya know I don't think you're taking this seriously" he laughs a bit too. "I am, but really when do I get a crown?" You ask leaning over the table. You were currently sitting in one of the many dining halls. "You don't get a crown until your a queen" he rolls his eyes. "But I want one now" you fake whine. "Too bad" he says taking a sip from his cup.

You smile so far so good.

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