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Idiot ~ Anthony Lockwood x f!reader

Requested by anon:

Hii I want to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader, with childhood bestfriends to rivals to lovers with the miscommunication trope, but also a happy ending with both of them being together. So the plot could be like, they were childhood best friends but then when Anthony's family died he later wanted to start the business, but she thought that he was out of his mind because she was scared about him being in danger, but he thought she just didn't think he can handle it so they got into an argument and she left. After that, they started hating each, later she joined Fittes as an agent, so he was even more angry. So they became rivals in the ghost hunting business. Then they got put on a mission later, and idk she gets injured and his like "who did this to you," but they're still enemies, even though the whole time there is sexual tension between them. This request is super chaotic, so just make your own plot with these elements, I guess. I'm not good at describing plots, I will be happy with whatever you write, but please let them have a happy ending and be together. Also, could you try to make this as long as you can because there aren't as many Lockwood fics as there should be.

I might have changed some bits a lil bit and probably spent way too long talking about their childhood, but hopefully this lives up to your expectations anon! (Please let me know if it doesn't though)

Word count: 9.5k exactly (holy shit this is insane i had way too much fun with this)

Warnings: swearing, violence, fighting, descriptions of injury, mentions and descriptions of Lockwood's family dying/being dead, major spoilers for the books (and the show), some stuff probably doesn't make sense (like at all), i might also have misremembered and made up some things but we'll go with it, Lockwood is actually kind of a dick for some of this oops, he gets better i promise, hospitals, mentions of being on morphine (for the pain), references to Lockwood being depressed, they're idiots in love.

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @wordsarelife

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It was nearly 3am and Y/n L/n had had enough.

She was exhausted, weary, worn out, and pretty much any other synonym for the word 'tired', and she just wanted to go to bed, but Anthony Lockwood had other ideas.

"Give it here, come on!"

Y/n groaned, then half-heartedly chucked the bits of paper at her best friend from where she was lying on the floor of his living room. Jessica laughed, despite also losing to the 5 year old boy at Monopoly, and shook her head at his greedy smile as he counted the money. How he had ever managed to get the two of them to agree to play with him, Y/n didn't know, especially since she'd not really been paying attention when the rules were explained. But then she saw how happy he was at the idea of playing with the two girls, and Y/n knew she could never make her best friend sad.

She did really want to go to bed though.

Jessica Lockwood appeared to notice Y/n's droopy eyes, and quietly spoke to her brother, stifling a laugh at his pout when she told him they should probably stop.

"But we aren't done yet!"

"I know, Anthony, but you've definitely got the most money, I'm sure of it. You're going to win no matter what, so I think we should let Y/n/n go to sleep, yeah?"

"Oh..." he'd noticed his friend's demeanour now, and felt immediately bad for making her stay awake. "Alright then. Y/n/n?"

"Mmm?"

"You ready to go to bed? 'Cause Jess says I won, so I reckon we can go up now."

"Mkay," she murmured, too sleepy to answer in proper words. Going up to bed was a haze, and she only really woke up when she stubbed her toe at the bottom of the stairs (Anthony hadn't told her that was there, despite saying he'd guide her). She was sure she brushed her teeth, Jessica would have checked, and they were all already in their pyjamas, but the only other thing she remembered before dropping off completely was seeing Anthony's face on the pillow next to her, already snoring lightly.

~~~

Y/n couldn't remember most of Anthony's sixth birthday now, what with all the memories that came in between, but she did remember his joy at receiving her present.

He'd spent the majority of the morning since Y/n and her family went next door gloating about how he was finally six, and now he was old enough to do so much more than Y/n (who was still five). She'd rolled her eyes, laughing when he did victory dances all around the house, and laughing even harder when he fell over while doing one of the previously mentioned dances.

They'd run away and hidden in his room in the attic after collecting plates of cake, and Y/n made sure to pick up her carefully wrapped present on the way up. He'd noticed immediately that she was carrying it, of course, he was far too observant to miss it, and had demanded that she let him open it right then and there. Initially she'd refused, feeling shy and worried that he wouldn't like it, but he'd given her one of his secret smiles, one of the ones reserved specifically for her, and said "Please?" so sweetly she caved.

He placed the cake to the side, then spent a good minute unwrapping the gift, being oh so gentle with the paper in fear of breaking it. When he saw the item inside, his smile burst out, bright and blinding, and Y/n felt her own smile form on her face, pleased at his reaction.

"Do you like it?" Nerves were still coursing through her, but they left her body when he raised his head and met her eyes.

"I love it, Y/n/n," he whispered, lifting the picture frame all the way out of the wrapping. She'd convinced her parents to print the photo off, and then spent hours making a frame that would fit it perfectly, complete with lolly sticks and stickers, trying to make the best gift for the best friend she'd ever had.

The photo was the two of them the previous Christmas, bundled up in ridiculous festive jumpers and sat in front of the Lockwood family tree in the hallway, presents surrounding them. Their parents had insisted on a photo before they ruined the area with rubbish everywhere, and the two of them could barely contain their excitement. There was a slight blur to them, a testament to their energy, but their smiles were so wide and they were hugging so tightly Y/n knew it was the perfect photo to give him.

"Where did you even get this? I thought your mum hid the camera?"

Y/n giggled at his comically wide eyes. "I just asked her, silly. I did have to do some chores but I didn't mind, it was worth it."

She barely had time to move her plate of cake out of the way (she hadn't eaten any in the last few minutes, far too focused on Anthony's reaction) when he surged forward, bringing his arms around her in a crushing hug.

"Thank you," he said, although it was muffled since his head was pressed into her shoulder.

"Anything for you, Ant, anytime."

They stayed there for a while, just hugging on his bed and revelling in each others' presence, both knowing that Y/n had meant her words.

~~~

When Anthony had to fight his parents' ghosts, Y/n had cried.

He was crying too, since he'd seen them die less than a day ago and now he had to keep them dead, but seeing her best friend in so much pain had made Y/n cry harder.

Anthony was trying to push back the tears so that he could see, so that he could fight, and Y/n hated that he was doing this on his own.

She had been kept in her room by her parents, the adults being too scared for their daughter's safety to let her go and help Anthony, and she was watching him through her bedroom window. Despite the tears streaming down her face and the sobs racking her body, she could tell he was crying (or trying not to) because of the way he was hunched into himself, as if by making himself smaller he could make everything stop. His body was shaking too, heaving with silent cries as he fought off the two ghosts in front of him. Why they were in his back garden, Y/n wasn't sure, since they'd died on the road in an explosion a few minutes drive away, but she was only six, and didn't understand much anyway.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, perched on the window seat with her gaze fixed on the boy next door, but she knew that it was far past her bedtime when he finally stopped them, and she woke up with her face stuck to the window, tear stains on her cheeks.

Realising it was light again, Y/n hurried to get dressed, tearing down the stairs and into the house next to them, knocking rapidly on the front door. It swung open a few moments later, revealing Jessica, who smiled sadly at the small girl in front of her and waved Y/n in.

"He's in his room," she said quietly, voice raw from crying.

Y/n nearly tripped countless times climbing the many stairs, and by the time she'd made it to the attic she was out of breath. Pushing his door open, and going up the last few steps (seriously, why were there so many steps?) she froze at the top when she saw him curled up under his bedsheets, shaking with near-silent cries.

"Anthony?"

She heard him sniff, the sound gross and snotty, and then he turned his body around to face her, and Y/n felt her heart break in her chest.

He clearly hadn't slept all night, eyes red from crying and lack of sleep, and he was struggling to keep back the fresh tears that threatened to break through.

"Oh, Ant."

Y/n rushed to the bed, climbing to sit next to him and pulling his head into her lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.

They sat like that for hours, long after Jessica brought up some toast for the two of them, and even when Y/n's back hurt from the headboard and her legs were numb from having his weight on them, she didn't stop stroking his hair, soothing him silently.

When he finally sat up, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose (Y/n made a mental note to put her clothes in the wash as soon as she got back home), she pulled him back in for a hug, both of them sat up this time.

"Thank you, Y/n/n."

She remembered the last time they'd done this, hugged on his bed while he thanked her, but this time it wasn't happy.

"Anything, Ant. Anytime."

~~~

"Ant, don't be stupid!" Y/n giggled, watching him climb the tree.

"I'm gonna get you an apple," he shouted, smiling down at her. "You're gonna love it, I promise!"

He'd just been reaching out for one, bright red and shining, when they'd heard a crash from inside his house, followed by a scream. They'd frozen where they stood, Y/n on the ground and Anthony in the tree, and then suddenly they snapped into action, scrambling to get inside and find Jessica.

They tore up the stairs (somehow Anthony had caught up to her, despite having been up the tree), and he pushed open her bedroom door just in time to see the ghost.

"NO!"

He moved before Y/n did, grabbing a spare rapier from the dresser and moving to fight, hoping to save his sister.

Y/n moved, but backwards, taking a step back out onto the landing, her hand on her mouth.

"Anthony."

He had pushed the ghost back, and was picking up a net.

"Anthony."

He had thrown the net over the broken pot, wrapping it up securely.

"Anthony," she said, eyes fixed on the bed.

"What?" His eyes were wide with terror as he turned to look at her, evidently scared that she was in danger, but when he followed her finger that pointed to the bed, he choked.

"No," he croaked hoarsely, and Y/n felt terrible for making him realise. "Jessica? Jessica please wake up. Jessica. Jessica, this isn't funny. Jessica, please. Jessica."

He kept on like that, repeating her name and asking her to wake up, but Y/n knew that she wouldn't. She moved again then, over to where he stood, rapier hanging limply in his hand. It had only been three years ago he'd lost his parents, why did he have to lose someone else that he loved? Pulling him into her, she let him sob into her shoulder (difficult, given his growth spurt).

Y/n knew at that point that she wouldn't ever leave him.

~~~

"You what?!"

"I'm starting training," Anthony replied, not looking up from where he stood at the kitchen counter, buttering toast.

"But... but why?"

"Because," he shrugged. When he didn't expand on it, Y/n sighed.

She was worried about him.

He'd been vacant, hollow, since Jessica's death, and although he tried to smile and make everybody think that he was doing just fine, Y/n knew her best friend better than that. She saw the bags under his eyes, the lack of joy and mischief that used to reside in his gaze.

"Because what, Anthony?"

"Look, I'll be fine. This guy called Nigel is gonna train me, and then I'll be an agent, and I can keep you safe."

"I can keep myself safe, idiot," Y/n huffed indignantly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

"I know, I just want to be extra sure that you'll be okay. And everyone else."

"We're nine, Anthony. You went to a funeral a week ago and already you're talking to agents?"

"Yes. I'd like it if you came with me, obviously, but if you don't that's fine too. I'm doing this anyway, with or without you."

That hurt.

They always did everything together, so why was he talking like this?

"Fine. I'll talk to my parents. You need protecting too, dummy."

She'd broached the subject that night at dinner, expecting them to say no.

"Are you sure you want to do this, darling?"

"Yep," she said, stabbing some peas with her fork.

Her parents shared a look.

"Alright. Just promise us you'll be careful, and you'll pay attention in your training, yeah?"

Surprise made Y/n jolt, sending peas skidding across the table. "I can go?"

"Yes, but you have to promise us-"

"I promise!" Her parents chuckled, shaking their heads in a way that reminded Y/n of Monopoly and a late night.

~~~

Training was horrible.

Everybody was mean to her, just because she couldn't run as fast as the others, or move as quickly with a rapier.

"Look at her, she's gonna die within minutes!"

"Nah, she'll never make it that long. On the plus side, if she's in our group we only have to run faster than her!"

"Won't be too difficult!"

Y/n scowled at the whispers, making her way over to Anthony. She huffed, plopping down on the bench next to him and glaring at the girls.

"What's up with you?"

"They're being mean about me. Saying I'll be useless in the field."

"Aw, Y/n/n, they're stupid if they think that. You'll be amazing, I'm sure." He nudged her shoulder with his, smile working its way onto his face. Y/n couldn't help but smile back; his was too infectious. "You'll prove them wrong, I'm sure of it."

After that day, Y/n worked ten times as hard on the practical elements, a new intensity coming into her training with the other agents. She sparred against Anthony when they got home, blunt rapiers clashing in her back garden while her parents cooked dinner.

Within a month, she could beat pretty much everyone she trained with, the only exception being Anthony. He'd shown a skill with the rapier from the very beginning, and his long body made him graceful in a fight. She'd nearly beaten him a few times, but then he'd had a fire light in his eyes and he'd push her back, focus deadly as he forgot everything but the fight. She grew scared in those moments, and had stopped trying to beat him, afraid that he'd forget who she was and hurt her.

~~~

When they were fourteen, Y/n broke her promise and walked out on Anthony Lockwood.

He'd started a business, his own goddamn agency, in his own goddamn house, and he'd wanted her to work with him. She barely recognised the boy that stood in front of her the day he asked her; he was a shell of the best friend she used to have. He was vacant still, and she just wanted Anthony Lockwood back.

"Please? It'll be so much better if we're working together! You can come and live here, and your parents are still next door so you're not too far away, and we'll go on cases together, and it'll be great!"

Y/n had shaken her head, fear creeping up her spine. He'd grown a death wish recently, and although he vehemently denied it, she'd seen how he didn't seem to care about his personal safety when on cases led by the trainers.

"Anthony, you can't do this, please. You're gonna get hurt," she pleaded, hoping he'd come to his senses. If he wasn't so broken, she'd say yes, gladly, and work with him as they had always planned they would. But he was broken, and this job could destroy him.

"What, do you think I can't do it?" His brow furrowed in confusion, and Y/n could practically feel his guard start to go up.

He'd never done that with her before.

"It's not that, I just don't want you getting hurt. You're my best friend, Ant, and I don't wanna lose you."

"You won't lose me," he'd raised his voice slightly, pushing off of the kitchen counter as he got defensive. "You've seen me," he swept an arm out, referencing the training missions. "I'm the best agent they've got, and we both know it. I won't get hurt. I'm too good for that."

Y/n scoffed. "Do you hear yourself, Anthony? Do you realise how arrogant you sound? Because that's gonna get you killed." She'd raised her voice too, to match his, and she jabbed a finger into his chest.

"Arrogant? You think I'm arrogant? I thought we were 'best friends'?"

"Why did you say it like that?"

"What?"

"'Best friends', like we're not. You did little finger quotes like it was sarcastic."

"You always do this! Make something out of nothing!"

"What?" Her eyes narrowed. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You tell me! You're the one saying I'm gonna get killed when I'm the most skilled agent we know! Why can't you just trust me?!"

"Because you will, Anthony! You will get yourself killed, and I can't let that happen! You can't start a company, just join Fittes, or Rotwell!"

"Fittes? Rotwell? I'd rather eat my own foot than join one of them! You just think I'm not capable of any of this, don't you? You think, that because my family is dead, I can't do this, because I should be grieving instead. Well I have grieved, and if you don't want to stay, then you can leave. I don't want you here if you're gonna keep being like this. Come back when you've sorted your attitude out." He turned his back, busying himself with making a cup of tea.

Y/n stared at him, mouth open in shock and tears threatening to fall.

"Prick. You're the one that needs to sort your attitude, not me."

She left then, grabbing her bag from the chair and scribbling a 'fuck you, Lockwood' onto the paper cloth on the table.

~~~

A year later, Y/n was working a job, and was actually somewhat happy.

She'd joined Fittes after her argument with Lockwood (she stubbornly refused to call him 'Anthony' until he'd apologised to her), and had been put in Quill Kipps' team. He was nice enough, arrogant and conceited at times, but Y/n put that down to his failing Senses and the stress of being team leader, since he was alright the rest of the time. He was more like an overworked teacher on a school trip with a bunch of primary school kids, and the bags under his eyes really added to the image.

It was a minor threat, Type One ghost that was giving an old lady the creeps, but they'd been waylaid on their way back to Fittes by a group of ghosts in the park, and two figures struggling to fight them all. There had to have been around twenty to thirty ghosts (all Type Ones, but they were angry), and when Kipps wondered aloud who would be so daft as to take them on, Y/n sighed, knowing exactly who would do it.

The Fittes team had jumped in, using the remainder of their flares and energy to help, and Y/n found the source, securing it quickly and efficiently. Mass graves were never fun, and this one wasn't much better. Spreading the silver net over the area, Y/n stood, careful not to jostle it.

"We don't need Fittes coming in, thanks, we were perfectly fine on our own."

"Sure," Kipps snorted. "Because being completely surrounded by ghosts and nearly dying is being perfectly fine. Give it a rest, Tony. Go back to your house and leave the agent work to the professionals, yeah?" Y/n rolled her eyes as she got closer, but she couldn't help but agree with what her leader was saying.

Anthony Lockwood looked terrible.

She had no idea who the other boy was (although he did look vaguely familiar), but he at least didn't look like he was on death's door.

"Y/n?"

She raised her eyebrows (she still couldn't figure out how to raise just the one, despite practicing for hours).

"Lockwood."

He flinched, almost imperceptibly, but she knew him too well to miss it. Nobody else noticed.

"Why are you... Are you working for Fittes?"

"Yes." He wasn't getting more out of her, not until he apologised. Kipps was looking between the two of them, as was the other boy with Lockwood, both clearly confused.

"How do you know each other?" Kipps asked.

"We were-"

"We were neighbours. Didn't talk much outside of that." Her tone was bland, and her face nonchalant, and she turned to leave. "Has somebody called DEPRAC?" Ned nodded, waving the radio in his hand.

"Said they'd be two minutes. Should be here in a minute."

"Perfect. Can we get that tea now, Kipps?"

He hesitated, obviously still unsure about what was going on. "Sure. We'll drop the other Source off first though, yeah?"

They left, and although Y/n could feel Lockwood's stare on her back, she didn't turn around.

~~~

It was a month later that Y/n saw Lockwood again, and it was almost the same situation. Her team had been patrolling the streets, making sure the area was secure, when they'd seen magnesium flares going off. They'd rushed in, and Y/n had scoffed when she caught sight of the long black coat and flashy moves.

"Outta the way, Tony!"

The Fittes team had made quick work of the Type Two, bagging the Source and claiming the reward. Y/n felt a little bad about the money, but at the same time Lockwood needed to learn how to get control over the situations he put himself in if he wanted to keep the reward. He seemed to take on the cases that were ridiculously out of his reach, and if Y/n was speaking to him she'd guess that he was trying to prove a point.

She and her team were warming up in a cafe afterwards, one of the late night ones that opened specifically for agents, when Lockwood and his coworker walked in. The pair breezed past, and when the other boy had smiled apologetically at them and given Y/n a little wave, she remembered who he was.

"George! Wait, it is George, isn't it?"

"Uh, yeah," he scratched the back of his head, and adjusted his glasses on his face. "I wasn't sure you remembered me, to be honest."

"I knew I'd seen you before, it just took me a bit to remember where from. Also it was dark the last two times we saw each other, so that won't have helped. Anyway, how are you?"

They chatted for a while, George shifting the piles of paper he had in his arms.

"Do you need to put those down?" she asked after he readjusted them for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I should probably get over to Lockwood, actually. I'm pretty sure he's burning holes in my jumper right now."

"Oh, he's glaring at me, don't worry."

"Why would he be glaring at you? You're lovely," he questioned, confused. "I thought you were just neighbours anyway?"

"Yeah. We had an argument a while back. He was a knob."

"Oh. Yeah, I can see that he would be." George nodded in understanding. "I should definitely go and join him though. We've got all this to get through," he held up the papers slightly, and Y/n smiled up at him.

"Well good luck, George. See you soon?"

"Probably the next time you save us. Lockwood has a death wish apparently. Doesn't let me research for long enough," he complained, shaking his head as he turned and left. Y/n had been right. Lockwood was being reckless, and he'd get himself, and quite possibly George, killed.

She and her team were just finishing up, with Kipps paying the bill and her other teammates standing with him at the till, when Lockwood came over. Y/n had stepped outside, breathing in the cold night air, and when she heard the door she instinctively turned to look, expecting her coworkers.

"Oh. It's you."

"C'mon. Don't be like that, Y/n."

She snorted. "You know you're proving me right, right? You keep throwing yourself into situations you can't win in, and you're going to get yourself killed."

"I'm not proving you right," he started, frown forming on his face. He'd had another growth spurt, she realised. He'd stepped closer to her, out of the way of the cafe door so that other agents could enter, and now he towered over her.

"Yes, you are. Stop being a dick, Lockwood, and realise that you're going to get yourself seriously hurt someday."

"Since when was I Lockwood to you?"

"You know when."

"True. Lovely message, by the way. Great parting gift."

"Yeah, well you were being an asshole, and it felt fitting to write 'fuck you'."

He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for her to hear.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, 'Yeah, I bet you'd like to'," he repeated, louder this time, meeting her eyes with a smug smile on his face.

"Grow up, Lockwood."

"That's not a denial."

Y/n turned to him, looking him dead in the eyes. "Yes it is." She tried to sound threatening, but that was difficult when he was nearly a whole head taller than her. She was saved by her team coming out of the cafe, and she shoved her hands in her pockets, hunching her shoulders against the chill.

"You alright, Y/n?" Kipps asked, concern for his colleague appearing on his face.

"Yeah, fine. Let's go."

~~~

Those meetings kept happening, and it was beginning to frustrate Y/n.

Lockwood had started being more flirty, as if he actually enjoyed getting on her nerves, and the past year had been exhausting.

It was the same every time.

Y/n's Fittes team would be patrolling, or coming back from a job, or heading to a job, when they'd see two figures, or their flares, or hear their shouts, fighting an incessant number of ghosts. The group would jump in, joining the fight, and somehow Y/n and Lockwood ended up next to each other. She was certain he engineered it that way specifically so that he could irritate her with his comments, and that just irritated her even more. What he said was always the same thing, too.

"Do you come here often?"

"We have to stop meeting like this."

"What are you doing after this?"

When she told him to shut up and focus on the job, he'd ignore her, or answer with something just as bad.

"Make me."

"I'll stop talking if you join me later."

Both of those were said with smug smirks and winks, and Y/n went home to her crappy flat close to the Fittes building (she couldn't stand being near him after the argument) every night wondering what the hell had happened to her old best friend.

The last case had been particularly annoying.

The same routine had occurred, but this time there were three of them.

Y/n was surprised to see the girl, but as soon as she saw her fighting she decided that she liked her. She was feisty, and from what Y/n could tell, didn't take any of Lockwood's shit. She looked like the sort of person Y/n would be friends with, or at least get along with, like with George (they had limited contact outside of saving them).

But then the Fittes team had helped, and Lockwood hadn't come near Y/n.

She was glad in some ways, it meant she didn't have his incessant flirting in her ear, and she was glad, until she looked to see where he'd gone.

He was side by side with the girl, and they fought together like they'd been doing it their whole lives. For some reason it annoyed Y/n, despite the fact she'd sworn to block out any feelings for Lockwood other than annoyance and hate, and she grumbled the rest of the night. Kipps picked up on it, and questioned her.

"What's up with you? Surely you'd be happy that Tony left you alone?"

"Yeah, I am. It's something else, don't worry."

"Alright... well, don't let it get to you too much, yeah? We need you focusing on missions, you're too good at what you do."

Y/n nodded, flushing slightly at the compliment.

They made it to the cafe just as Lockwood and Co did, and Y/n bristled at seeing the three of them laughing together.

Well, at seeing Lockwood and the girl laughing together.

George she was just happy to see, he was always nice to her back when he worked at Fittes, and when they passed each other in the Archives or finished jobs together, and she didn't think she could ever be mad at him.

Lockwood and his new colleague, however, she could justify.

"Oh, hi!"

Ugh, she was nice. That made disliking her even harder.

"Hi," Y/n forced a smile, hoping it didn't look too fake.

"I'm Lucy," she said, coming closer to Y/n as the two of them trailed behind the others.

"Y/n. How long you been working with him then?"

"Uh, about a week? Do you... do you not like Lockwood or something?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You just... said 'him' like you wanted to rip his head off."

"Oh. Well, that's one thing I wanna do to him."

Apparently Lockwood tuned in to their conversation at that specific moment, because he turned around, smirk already in place.

"What are the other things you want to do to me, Y/n? I'd love to find out later. My place or yours?"

Y/n scoffed, pushing past him to join her teammates. Behind her she heard a thump, followed by a small "Ow!" Assuming that Lucy had hit him, Y/n smiled, and started liking the girl again. Maybe she wasn't as bad as she originally thought.

~~~

It had been nearly two years since Y/n had first met Lucy, and her second impression of the girl had stuck.

They'd saved Lockwood and Co far too many times since the girls had first met, but Y/n didn't mind. She enjoyed seeing Lucy and George (and Lockwood, but she wouldn't tell anyone that), and if getting involved and having to suffer Lockwood's chatter meant that the three of them lived another day, Y/n would gladly take that sacrifice.

Y/n and Lucy met up regularly in the down time that they both shared, either at Y/n's flat, or in a cafe or shop somewhere. Sometimes George came along, having snuck out under the pretence that he was researching at the Archives, and the three of them had lengthy chats about pretty much anything. Lockwood came up in conversation a lot, of course, given he was something they all had in common, but Y/n always steered away from the subject.

Tonight, however, she wasn't getting let off the hook.

"Why do you always do that?" Lucy asked, stuffing a chip in her mouth. They were sat on the floor of Y/n's tiny kitchen, take away boxes of food in front of them.

"Do what?"

"Whenever Lockwood gets mentioned you start talking about other things. Why do you do that?"

Y/n shrugged, eating some of her own food. "'Cause he's a knob and I don't want to think about him more than I have to?"

"He's always flirting with you though, and you always flirt back."

"Thanks for the observation, George. And I do not flirt back!"

"Oh you totally do, like earlier, right, he was saying something about how your uniform really compliments your complexion or something, and you look really good in it, and you said, wait, George, you take over, I need a drink," Lucy spoke.

"You said 'thanks, I look better without it', and winked at him. I had to physically push him out of the way of a ghost because he was stood staring at you like an idiot."

"He always looks like an idiot," Y/n mumbled, cheeks going red.

"George is right, he's actually gonna end up hurting himself if you two don't get on with it soon."

"He's at risk of death anyway! And get on with what?"

"Snogging," Lucy said, at the same time George said "Making out."

Y/n stared at her friends, hand pausing halfway to her mouth, chip in between her fingers. "What?!"

"Seriously, there's so much tension I could slice it with my rapier. Just stick your tongue in his mouth already."

"Lucy!"

The girl just shrugged. "We are seventeen, you know that right? I know people who've shagged at seventeen. I'm honestly surprised the two of you haven't yet, which is why you need to get on with it."

"That would be... no, that's too weird."

"Why is it weird? He's your old neighbour, you had an argument about something petty probably, and now he's flirting with you 'cause he's realised how hot you are. If he doesn't kiss you I will, just so I can say I kissed the hottest girl I know."

"Aw, thanks Luce. I'd rather kiss you than him, to be honest."

"The bar is low. He's punching."

"Definitely. You alright George?"

"I don't understand girls," he replied, having been quiet the last few minutes while Y/n and Lucy went back and forth. "What did you argue about, anyway? Because you've held a grudge against him for at least three years now and I have never known why."

"Was it petty?"

"No, Lucy, it wasn't petty." Y/n sighed, taking a break from eating. "He... We were fourteen, just finished all of our training, and he told me he wanted to start his agency."

"That is kinda petty though."

"Lemme finish. I don't know how much he's told you about his family," she paused, looking at the other two.

"Not much, but we know they're all dead."

"Yeah, and he showed us Jessica's room."

Y/n raised her eyebrows. He'd kept that room stubbornly locked since she'd died.

"Right. Well, a week after her funeral, he told me he wanted to start training to be an agent. We were nine, and he was definitely not okay at all. Anyway, we did it, and then like I said, when we'd finished, he told me he wanted to start an agency in his house and he wanted me to join him. He was still not himself, and I was just worried that he was going to end up killing himself. Hell, he'd almost hurt me a few times in training. We were the top two in our academy, so we ended up fighting together a lot. But he'd get... intense. Focused. But not in a good way. It was like... he saw anyone he was up against as a ghost, and he wanted revenge for what had happened with his family. We argued about the agency. I told him something about how if he did it he'd just end up hurt, because I knew him and I knew that he wouldn't think he had anything to live for. He took that to mean that I thought he was incapable, and he told me to leave and that I could come back when I'd fixed my attitude."

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, Y/n staring at her take away box in her lap, George and Lucy absorbing everything she'd told them.

"Fuck," Lucy finally said, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah."

"Wait, so you weren't just neighbours?" George asked. "You must have been closer than that if you knew him so well."

"Best friends. We're the same age, and our parents had lived next to each other since before we were born. Just made sense really that we were friends."

"Does he know? That you were worried about him?" Lucy questioned.

"Probably not. Should have guessed it though, given how close we were. I mean, he's seen me ugly cry at funerals, and they weren't even my relatives, they were his."

"Maybe you should talk to him? I know, I know, he needs to apologise for being a knob, but you were fourteen. I mean, it's three years on and he's still the mental age of a five year old, but talking might help?"

"Anyway, Lockwood's hopeless when it comes to women. Completely clueless," George added.

"How would you know?" Y/n frowned, not liking the way her heart clenched at the idea of Lockwood talking to other girls.

"Because he hasn't done anything about you, and you're probably the most amazing girl that's ever going to get a chance with in his life. Maybe he's intimidated by you."

"He's not getting a chance. Not like that. Don't look at me like that, Luce. If I don't kiss him that means I'm kissing you."

"Oh, alright then. I'm fine if you don't wanna make up with him," she replied, cheeky smile appearing on her face.

They left the topic alone after that, moving on to other subjects, but Y/n couldn't help but think about the boy with a death wish.

~~~

It was only a week after her evening with George and Lucy that Y/n had to help save Lockwood again (it was so ridiculous she was almost entirely convinced he came unprepared just so that he could see her).

"Miss me, darling?"

"In your dreams, Lockwood," she shouted back at him, dodging a Type Two. She gritted her teeth as she hit the ground, jagged rocks digging in and pain shooting through her side. Rolling, she stood again, panicking for a moment when she realised she'd dropped her rapier.

"Here you go, darling," Lockwood said, appearing out of nowhere with her rapier. "Do I get a reward for returning your belongings?"

"Yeah, you do, actually," she replied, getting close enough to him she could feel his breath on her face. "You get to not be stabbed by me. Duck." He did, almost immediately, and Y/n threw a flare at the Spectre behind him. Lockwood popped back up, somehow still smiling despite the utter carnage surrounding them.

"If I got hurt, would you visit me in hospital?"

"Yeah, to finish you off."

He laughed, and Y/n turned away so he couldn't see the blush rising on her face at the sound. As she did so, she caught a glimpse of something that definitely wasn't dead rummaging around where she had thought the Source for the cluster was.

Relic men.

"Lockwood?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Relic men, over by the Source. What are we gonna do about them?" She hadn't taken her eyes off of the two figures that were crouched by the oak tree, afraid that if she moved her gaze they would run off. When Lockwood only cursed, she panicked, wondering what was wrong. Normally by now he would have charged in to the fight, all guns blazing. Why wasn't he doing that now? Had he suddenly realised that she was right? Because this was really terrible timing if he had. "Lockwood?" Her voice had gone up in pitch, fear making it quiver. Relic men were nasty, and a lot harder to deal with than ghosts. Ghosts she'd been trained for.

"We're surrounded by them. They're blocking all reasonable exits."

"Shit. Okay. What about unreasonable exits?"

"What?"

"You said they're blocking all reasonable exits, yeah? So what about the unreasonable ones? Could we get out anywhere else?"

"Uh... there's a gap in the fence over there," he pointed. "But that would mean letting them have the Source. It's too powerful, we can't let that happen."

"Ugh, okay, hang on. Go and tell the others, just in case they haven't noticed."

"What about you?"

"I'm keeping an eye on these two, make sure they don't get away. I'll try and get closer, but there's a lot of Type Ones in the way."

"You'll be okay?"

"If I die you can take me on a date."

"That's... what? That doesn't make sense."

"Take it or leave it, Lockwood. Get a move on."

He left, casting a last look over his shoulder at her before disappearing into the night to find the others. Y/n felt unease creep up her spine, and she gripped her rapier tighter, her other hand hovering over the remaining flares in her belt. The relic men were still digging, and a few of the ghosts had noticed the disturbance now, moving over. Y/n frowned, a thought occurring to her.

Relic men waited until the ghosts were gone.

So what were they doing here, now? Why endanger themselves? Before she could think on it further, she felt the air shift behind her and ducked to the left just as a fist appeared in the space her head was in mere seconds ago.

Shit.

She pulled herself back up, readjusting her grip on the rapier and taking a quick glance over to the tree. Seeing the two relic men still there, Y/n whipped back around, ducking again just in time to miss the next punch. The man pulled out a knife, the edges jagged, and a wicked grin came over his face. Y/n gulped, then parried his attacks. He was relentless, swinging and then swinging again immediately after, never letting up on her. It was all she could do to keep her arm upright and strong enough to block him, and the ache in her side from hitting the ground earlier was turning into a throb that wracked her body with pain. The relic man noticed the weakness, and his grin grew wider, broken teeth showing. He became even more frantic in his attacks, and Y/n felt herself stumbling backwards over the grass. The floor was uneven, and she tripped, crashing onto her back. She got her rapier up in time to hold off the relic man's knife that had carved a path through the air to cut through her head, but he was stronger than her, and his blade was edging closer to her face. He was only using the one hand, and Y/n realised a split-second too late that his other hand was reaching for his belt, where a second knife was strapped. Her eyes widened in recognition briefly right before he plunged the blade into her side, and she let out a scream.

The pain was all-consuming, and it took everything in her to keep her rapier up, the shockwaves coursing through her body. She took a hazy note of the fact that he hadn't pulled it out yet, which was good, but her vision was blurry, which was not so good. At least if the knife was still inside her body then she wasn't losing too much blood. Her grip weakened, and she saw the other knife jolt towards her face before it disappeared, the man being flung backwards into the bushes in a flash of light. Lucy appeared, hair wild and filled with leaves, her own rapier in hand. She crouched down, pressing a hand to Y/n's cheek and checking if she was okay.

"Threw a flare at him, should knock him out for a while. LOCKWOOD! HURRY UP! Sorry, I told him to get his ass over here just now, but he's stuck with some ghosts, and they're-"

"Lucy?"

"Yeah?" Her voice was hopeful, glad that her friend was conscious enough to speak.

"Please stop talking."

"Y/N!"

She winced at the shout, and Lucy moved over to make room for Lockwood. Y/n rolled her eyes at the cuts on his face, and the gash on his arm. "You can't help yourself, can you? Gotta throw yourself into danger headfirst."

"Shut up. Can you sit?"

"Did you just tell me to shut up? Anthony Lockwood, do not tell me to shut up when I could be dying."

"Y/n, please, don't do this. Can you sit?" His voice was insistent, desperation seeping into his expression, and his glare was convincing enough that she tried to sit up. The pain in her side was too much though, and she ended up half-slumped against a tree. "Who did this? Y/n? Who did this to you?" His tone was lower now, with something dangerous in the background.

"Lucy hit him with a flare. He's over there somewhere." She waved in the general direction she'd seen him disappear in. "Anthony, where are you going?" He froze, looking down at her from where he now stood. The full moon was behind him, and he looked otherworldly in the silver light.

"Lucy will stay with you, okay? Just hang on. I'll be back in a minute. Don't die on me now, Y/n/n." He softened a little at the last part, trying to convey a million emotions in a few words.

"Wait, I'm staying here?"

"Yes, Lucy." And with that he left, stalking in the direction Y/n had pointed him in.

"You alright?"

"Brilliant, thanks Luce," Y/n replied, and then she promptly passed out.

~~~

A soft beeping woke Y/n up, and the harsh light above her and the sterile smell in the air immediately told her that she was in a hospital.

That didn't explain the warmth in her left hand though.

Blinking as she adjusted to the bright light, she turned her head to the left, and had she not been drugged up on painkillers she would have reacted much more quickly and jerked away.

But she was drugged up on painkillers, so instead she just stared at the boy asleep in the chair next to her bed.

Anthony looked peaceful when he slept, he always had, but he didn't look particularly comfortable right now. His right hand was holding her left, and he'd managed to pull one of his long legs up onto the chair, bracing his forehead on his knee while his left arm dangled off the side of the armrest. Yeah, he couldn't be comfortable like that. She squeezed his hand lightly, but he didn't wake. A nurse came in, and upon seeing Y/n awake, smiled.

"Your boyfriend must love you a lot. He hasn't left your side since you came in. Rode in the ambulance with you too, which he wasn't meant to. Paramedics said he was very insistent and needed treating anyway, so they let him. He's been really worried about you." Y/n was on too much morphine to fully comprehend what was going on, and her brain had stopped working properly at the word 'boyfriend' anyway.

"Oh," was all she said, and the nurse smiled, going through her checkups. Y/n drifted in and out of consciousness for half an hour before Anthony woke up.

He blinked a few times, just as she had, stretching like a cat, long limbs going everywhere but never removing his hand from hers. His grip only tightened, and when he saw her watching him with a small smile on her face, he returned it.

"You're awake."

"No, I'm dead," she deadpanned. "Obviously I'm awake, idiot. If I died I'd have to go on a date with you."

He frowned. "Would that really be so bad?"

"Yeah. You should be going on a date with me, not the other way around."

He laughed lightly, more an amused exhale than anything else. "You are so drugged up right now."

"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p'. His thumb was stroking across her hand, and Y/n wondered if he knew he was doing it.

~~~

"Ugh, do I have to live at yours? What's wrong with my house?"

"You live on the fifth floor and there aren't any lifts. You were also specifically told not to climb too many stairs."

"Yeah, but your house has almost as many stairs as my apartment building, so what's the difference?"

"The difference is that I can look after you here, because I live here. Don't touch that, it's still healing, and- ow!"

"Oh shit, sorry. It looks healed."

"Yeah, well you're not the only one that got stabbed, alright? Here, let me get the door."

Anthony sprung up the last step, fishing the keys out of his coat pocket and unlocking the door. Y/n followed behind, wincing when the movement up the stairs put pressure on her wound. She'd been in hospital for two weeks once she'd woken up, and had been told to stay at home until she was properly healed. Anthony had taken on the role of carer immediately, and the nurses had all mentioned (multiple times) what a good and loving boyfriend he was, looking after Y/n the way he was, despite his own injuries.

Neither of them had denied it.

Once inside 35 Portland Row, Y/n took a look around, and was surprised to see that it had barely changed in the last three years.

"Right. Tea? I think George has just put the kettle on."

"Anthony?"

"Yeah?" His smile was tentative, clearly not wanting to scare her off when she'd just started calling him by his first name again.

"Please don't make me sleep on the sofa. Because that looks like the same one your parents got when we were four and I remember how uncomfortable that one is." She pointed to the sofa in question, and he shook his head.

"No, you're not sleeping there. What sort of a boyfriend would I be if I let that happen?" he joked, and Y/n felt her heart flutter at the idea. "You can sleep in my bed, alright? It's only one flight of stairs, which will hurt, but it'll be good for you to get the exercise in, make sure you're healing properly."

Y/n frowned. "Where are you sleeping if I'm in your bed?" She half expected him to say that he'd be right next to her, but he smiled softly again.

"Sofa. No, don't look at me like that, I've slept in worse places."

"What worse places? Ant, you've got to look after yourself! God, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days."

She started making her way up the stairs, huffing from the effort. She was tired, despite having spent just over two weeks lying down, and it was already late in the evening.

"It doesn't matter, alright? Just... let's just get you to bed, okay?"

"You're sleeping in a bed, and that's that."

"You are so stubborn sometimes."

"So are you!" She made it to the half landing, and hobbled over to the door she remembered being Anthony's. "You still in here?" At his nod, she pushed the door open, going over to the bed and sitting on the edge. "Seriously, this bed is big enough for the both of us. I'm not letting you sleep on the sofa, Ant. It's super uncomfortable."

"Won't that be... I don't know. Won't that be weird?"

"Why would it be weird?"

"Because we haven't... we're not... you don't like me and I'm scared you're going to murder me in my sleep."

"You... what? Uh... okay. I'm not gonna murder you in your sleep, Ant. One, that's completely dishonourable. I would do it while you were awake so that you could look into the eyes of your killer. Two, I do like you, I just also need you to apologise. For what you said."

"You want me to apologise? I was just defending myself, because I was hurt by what you said. You made out like I wasn't capable and that stung, because you'd always been my biggest supporter."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Anthony. I wasn't saying that at all. I was worried about you because you weren't yourself after Jess died. You were... I don't know. You weren't you, and it freaked me out when you said you were starting an agency, because it's a crazy thing to do! You sort of became a shell of my best friend, and disappeared, and I was worried that you would die and I would lose you because you wouldn't care about living anymore. I know that you are perfectly capable of fighting, and you're one of the best swordsmen I've ever met, but you're an emotional wreck, Ant."

He was quiet for a bit, staring into space as he thought about her words. Y/n sighed, lying down on the covers and closing her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She felt the bed dip next to her as he sat down. "I'm sorry. I said some horrible things to you and you had every right to leave. I don't have an excuse for what I said, and if you want to leave tomorrow morning then I'll help you move into your flat again. But I just... I'm sorry, Y/n/n."

Y/n sighed again. "I don't want to go. I've missed it here," she admitted. "And yeah, you were an idiot and an arse, but you're my idiot, alright? You have a lot of grovelling to do as well." He nodded rapidly, and a secret smile spread on his face, one of the ones he showed her and nobody else.

"Your idiot?"

"Yes, Anthony. My idiot." They smiled at each other, soft and gentle. A thought occurred to Y/n, and her brow furrowed. "What happened after I passed out in the park? All I remember is you looking murderous and asking who stabbed me."

"Oh, right." Anthony looked away, blush creeping up his neck.

"What happened?"

"He's not coming after you again, if that helps. Or anyone. DEPRAC completely purified the area."

Y/n gaped at him. "You killed him?"

Anthony shrugged. "He hurt you, badly, and you could have been killed. If Lucy had been a second later..." He trailed off, eyes clouding over slightly.

"Ant?" Y/n pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing at the stab of pain that shot through her in protest.

"Hmm?" he turned to look at her, and his eyes went wide when she slid an arm up around his neck.

"Lucy and George think that we need to make out."

"They, uh... they what?"

"They think that we need to make out."

He swallowed thickly, eyes flickering between hers, trying to figure out what was going on. When he spoke, it was in a hoarse whisper.

"What do you think?"

"I think we should listen to them. They're normally right about things. What about you?"

"Uh... okay?"

Y/n hesitated, suddenly unsure.

"Ant, do you want to? Because if you don't that's totally fine, I just assumed that you felt the same as me, and we were both fine with the hospital thinking that we're dating, and I genuinely really like you, and I probably love you-" she was cut off by his lips on hers, slightly chapped but still soft.

"I do want to, I'm just hopeless around girls, especially the ones I've loved since I was about ten." He'd barely pulled away, his nose brushing the side of hers, breath fanning over her lips.

"George was right about that too, then," she murmured, kissing him again. "He said you were hopeless with women."

"Thank god. I thought he knew I've been in love with you for years."

"Oh you're in love now, are you?"

"Started about seven years ago, but sure." He pushed forward again, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he kissed her softly and slowly.

"Is that why you flirted with me?"

Anthony flushed, nodding slightly. "In my defence I am completely hopeless with pretty girls, and I wanted to know if there was any chance of you sharing my feelings."

Y/n kissed him again, short and sweet. "I love you, Anthony Lockwood. Just look after yourself more, yeah?"

"I love you too," he replied. Y/n prodded him in the side.

"And?"

"And I'll look after myself more," he said, smiling. "Anything for you, anytime."

They kissed again, for longer this time, exploring each other and being mindful of their injuries, and Y/n thought she could happily spend eternity wrapped up in his arms

"You're definitely not sleeping on the sofa," she said when they paused for air a while later.

"If you say so," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. She smacked a hand against his chest, face going red at his implication.

"Not like that, idiot."

"Your idiot," he smiled, pure joy on his face as he pecked her lips.

"My idiot," she replied, mirroring his grin.

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mean!dom abby

moans so loud

a/n: thank u anon, again sorry for how long this took me to get out. when i see mean i go crazy. also this is all lowercase (i'm putting this bc ik ppl get mad sometimes) hope u enjoy :)

wc: 1.6k (god im sorry lmfao)

cw: brat tamer abby, name calling (whore, stupid slut, brat, princess, pretty girl), pussy slapping, face slapping, cunnilingus, use of strap on, use of mommy kink, tiniest bit of a breeding kink.

you had been out all night with abby and happened to get a little tipsy. oblivious to you the alcohol made you extremely flirtatious towards everyone, and she wasn't having one bit of it.

abby had found you dancing a little too close to manny for her liking- and knowing him she wanted you out. asap.

grabbing you in by your waist from behind, she spins you around, way too fast for how much you had drank, leaving you all ditzy and disoriented.

"o-oh, hey abby," you hiccup between slurred words. "whatcha doin'?" you look up at her with pupils the size of the moon and she almost felt bad. Almost.

"how much have you had to drink babe?" she asks, looking at your red solo cup that has the smallest amount of liquor left in it. 'uhh-um, not toooo much," you reply, lids droopy and mouth wet from the drink you just sipped.

"oh yeah? not too much but you're rubbing all up on manny like you aren't mine?" she whispers in your ear, making you all dizzy- anticipating what was next as your clenched your thighs close.

shaking her head, abby takes the solo cup out of your hand and dumps it out onto the floor. "what th- what the fuck abby? i wasn't done with that!" and with a grab way too firm to be lovingly, she holds your wrist and drags you towards the doors of the small building.

"we're leaving," and before you could say anything she continues,

"and keep your little mouth shut from here on out. wouldn't want any more punishment than you're already getting, would you pretty girl?"

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the walk back to her house was silent and you were fiening with anticipation. you loved it when abby got like this, all possessive and mean, but especially now when your want was fueled by the alcohol in your system- legs wobbling and heat all throughout your body. not to mention how god awfully wet you were the entire way back.

her hold on you was still tight, probably bruising by now, making your skin all sensitive to the touch. reaching her house, she quickly opens the door and escorts you inside.

"bedroom, now. want you all ready for me, okay?" she goes, and with a nod you turn down the hall into her bedroom. sitting on the floor you undress, everything off except for your panties and bra. When she would get in these moods she'd always want you in the same position, on your knees in front of the bed. waiting for her made you whine silently in need, rubbing your thighs against one another, trying to calm the fire that's slowly growing inside you.

abby walks into the bedroom, seeing you in your place she hums in contentment, and takes her own right in front of you. "think my girls been a little bad today, what would you say, hm?" she says in a falsely comforting tone. "'m sorry abby, let me make it up to you." you say, pouting.

"you'll make it up to me, huh." she replies with a condescending tone as she grips your face, hand taking purchase on your chin, tilting you upwards slightly. "i don't think you're really sorry, though." she mocks. "open your mouth baby," she goes and you obey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. she bends over slightly, getting closer to you and spits, a long glob of saliva going straight into your mouth. she takes your chin again and closes your mouth for you, watching as you swallow.

"if only you were this good and obedient all the time," she starts, leaning down even more to get closer to your lips, barely brushing against them, making you lean closer to try and capture them in yours, but she pulls back immediately. "but you have to go out and be a dumb little whore when i'm not around, don't you?" and you drop your head in embarrassment.

"abby, i said 'm sorry, i didn't mean to" you respond, but she quickly grabs your hair, yanking it to make you hold her gaze.

"i never asked for a response, did i?" she sternly demands, leaving you to shake your head towards her.

"what's the safeword?" she says and you quietly go,

"red."

"good girl."

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now, abby has you pinned underneath her, arms caging you in so all you can see is her and her fake cock absolutely drilling into you, the room filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the slick sounds your cunts making as she fucks into you at an unfathomably fast pace.

"abby, fuck- 's too much," you whine as your grab onto her biceps, digging crescent moons into the skin. "awh, i thought you wanted more?" she imitates, making a point to brush up against your clit with every thrust causing you to let out a strangled moan.

"since you've been such a brat tonight, don't you think you deserve it?" she goes on, and when you whine instead of responding with words she harshly grabs your face and says "answer me." but when you take too long to answer she slaps you, not too hard but enough to bring you back and say, "'m sorry abby, yes i deserve it- shiiiit." and you continue to blabble incoherent sentences as she keeps her assault on your guts.

"suckin' me so deep," she presses on your lower stomach, "can feel you up here huh? does it feel good baby?" and you can. feel her so far inside you it doesn't feel real. "gonna fuckin' fill you up, swear to god," she goes and you moan even louder at the thought of her filling you up- you know she can't but god do you wish she can in this moment.

"more abby- more-" you start but before you can say more you're cut off by her stopping completely, sliding out of you in one go with a groan. "you're so fuckin' greedy baby, if you want it so bad, beg." she spits, cupping your leaking pussy and god- she might break at the sight.

"please mommy, i need it sooo bad, god please fuck me," you sniffle, and at the name you called her she slaps your cunt, causing you to yelp before she dips down and kisses your clit sweetly. "good job, that wasn't so hard now was it princess?" and she comes back up to nip at your jaw and neck, and finally kisses you as she slides back in with no resistance, moaning with you at the feeling of your cunt swallowing her dick, entirely.

your lips practically eating eachother whole, the scene could fit right into a porno, god it was so erotic. tongues fighting for dominance against one another, and teeth clashing in a mess of saliva that was dripping down from your chin and to your neck.

she picks up her pace after a couple thrusts and you're already so dumb off her cock- even though you had just had it mere seconds before. "fu-fuck mommy, feels s'good" you whine nonsensically, feeling your core tighten with each thrust of her hips and brush of her strap against your clit.

"yeah, it feels good huh baby?" and when you don't respond she continues, "you're such a stupid slut all on my cock aren't you? taking me so fucking good, my stupid- stupid fucking slut." she punctuates the nickname with thrusts that hit sooo deep you see stars.

she lifts up your hips with one arm and takes a pillow from the bed- putting it underneath you to hit a deeper spot. you whine between thrusts at the new position and say "want you to fill me up, mommy- need it bad." and she stills for a second at the confession, and fucks into you even harder.

"yeah? want mommy to fill you up with her cum?" she grunts and all you can respond with are whimpers and sobs of her name, mommy and strings of curses.

with the way the strap was secured to her body, she was getting just the right amount of friction from fucking you that she was close too. moans and grunts spilled from her mouth along with praises to you as she fucked into you harder- and somehow deeper. her want took over and she was pounding you- no, she was rearranging your guts.

your cunt spasming against her dick as your high comes closer, oh ever so closer, you being unaware but abby- oh she knows. she can feel every clench of your pussy against her, every drag against your walls and every spill of your juices all on her. "gonna cum for me?" she goes and with your nod she's already dropping down to your ear, nipping the skin and whispering "yeah, cum with me, cum all over mommys fucking cock."

It hits you like a train, stars appearing in your vision- if you could even see at this point, cunt simultaneously pulsing with your clit around abby, mouth wide open but no sounds coming out and arching your back so hard it could snap in half. abby slows her hips, as she reaches her high at the same time, letting you both ride out as much of your orgasms as you can, and when you finally come back to she slowly slides out of you with a curse from her mouth and a whimper from yours.

"think you learned your lesson, baby?" she says as she takes off the harness and lies down next to you, grabbing your naked form and holding it against her while rubbing circles on your hips.

"yeah, i think so." you slur, still in the aftershock of your orgasm, being barely able to form words.

"lets go get cleaned up, okay?" she says sweetly as she kisses your forehead, nose and then lips, and you just respond with an "okay".

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“Cloud!”

Said man made a rather unique noise that was a mix between a yelp and a winded groan, pulling a laugh from the heavy lump that was now shifting around on top of him and pulling the blankets from his head.

Cloud couldn’t really fight the sudden movements, since he was very much pinned in place, and could do nothing more than glare when he was met with an all too familiar smile.

Zack looked the picture of his monicker, beaming far too brightly for whatever ungodly hour it was and wiggling like an overexcited puppy.

“What? How did you get in here? Why are you in here?”

Zack hummed nonchalantly, resting his chin on Cloud’s chest and poking at his cheeks with a single finger. He apparently didn’t give a single damn that his abrupt intrusion and noise had woken up a few of the other cadets in the room, ignoring the glares and groans they gave off as they rolled over to try and go back to sleep. Cloud kind of wished he was one of them in that moment.

“I’m a first class, comes with the perks. But that’s not the point! I’ve been gone for weeks and now I’m back and we should go out somewhere!”

Cloud tried to blink the sleep from his eyes, wriggling his hands under the other man in a futile attempt at getting them free.

“Zack. I love you but it is gods know what time and i was asleep ten seconds ago. Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

The SOLDIER pouted, and the sudden onset of sadness looked so much like a droopy puppy that Cloud almost gave in immediately. Almost.

“But I’ve missed you so much Cloudy! I had so many plans for us and an awesome date planned but Lazard has such horrible timing! I won’t even be able to see you tomorrow cause of the debrief!”

Cloud dropped his head back, opening his mouth before one of his squad mates was flipping in their bunk, most probably glaring at him through the darkness.

“Gaia Strife just take him and get out! The rest of us are tryna sleep!”

Zack perked at the new voice, glowing eyes snapping toward them and narrowing just slightly. Whoever it was that spoke audibly swallowed, grumbling something or other before turning away once more.

Cloud couldn’t help his fond huff of amusement, rolling his eyes before nodding his head to the side.

“Fine. Get off so we can get out of here. We’re going to yours first so I can get a change of clothes though.”

Zack gave a loud whoop, practically jumping off Cloud and bouncing by his bedside as he slowly got up as well. He has the slightest feeling that the SOLDIER was being purposefully loud cause of recent stories from Cloud, but he wasn’t about to call the other man out on it.

#fic prompt #fic #prompt #final fantasy vii rebirth #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy vii #zack fair #cloud strife #zack fair x cloud strife #zakkura #clack #shinra days #trooper cloud #SOLDIER zack #established relationship #they’re in love your honor

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When I Brush Your Hair | Chapter 1

Jinx x Fem!Reader 🌙🦋🎀

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Y/n doesn't waste much time getting up from her bed the moment she wakes up that morning. The clock reads 9:10 AM; her own body clock typically gets her up around that time. It's always been that way.

Her bare feet touch the cold floor beneath her but she pays it no mind as she speeds over to her dresser that her dad kindly made for her years ago. Clothes are laying on the floor haphazardly, blankets hung over a chair and table, and many drawings and photos from over the years taped onto the surrounding walls. Her room always held a special place in her heart. Pulling out her drawers she yanks out the first shirt and pants she thinks are most suitable for today.

Perhaps a brown t-shirt? No no, that's too boring. She looks at it for a moment; where did she even get this? She should really pzazz it up a bit, maybe a cute bear holding a flower! And then add a tiny bow on the collar- She's getting distracted. She shakes her head and mindlessly throws the brown shirt behind her, aiming for her bed so she'd remember for later but it lands on the floor instead.

She digs out a purple tank top that has a butterfly patchwork piece sewed into the fabric. She lets out a sound of approval and places it in her lap. Not long after, she's staring at herself in the body mirror; her outfit is complete with a cropped knitted sweater and shorts. The Undercity is often humid during the warmer seasons. But since it's march she still, and must, wear her signature knee high socks. Sometimes she wears little leg warmers... oh how she loves her leg warmers. She and her aunt have knitted some together before- Hold that thought, she should go visit her later. It's only been a week but she misses her already. Good thing she doesn't live too far.

Y/n bounces down the stairs to the second floor, hoping to see her dad in the kitchen with food already sitting on the table. She is sadly disappointed to see it empty. I mean yeah it's a Monday so naturally he would already be downstairs in the shop but a girl can dream. She hates having to make food because she's so slow and makes a mess every time and she just wishes she could eat some damn food without having to wait for the preparations. She sighs to herself.

She'll just have some jam and bread.

It must be a nice day outside since it's finally not raining for once. She thinks she can just barely see the sun shining down onto the city. She loves her plants more than her life but for her own sanity, she'd love to be able to see the sun for once while sitting on the top of the buildings.

With her droopy piece of bread in hand, she goes over to the shoe closet and steps into her boots without bothering to tie the laces. She opens the door after stepping off of the last flight of stairs and looks to her right and sees her dad wiping down the front counter. She smiles.

"Hey, papa." Beck, her dad. He works as a mechanic. She can brag about it too since he's the best one known in the Undercity. It makes her feel kind of bad for the other ones too though, since that probably means he's taking all of their clients. She'd hate it if they felt discouraged by it. Everyone's talented in their own way right? Y/n likes to believe so.

Beck's beaded eyes look up from the counter and he smiles warmly at his daughter. He notices the bread in her hand and knows she's likely miffed about her lack of breakfast. His smile only widens at that thought.

"Morning, hon. How's it goin'?" Y/n walks slowly until she stands in the middle of the shop. Random parts and tools sit in boxes and shelves. A vacant can of oil sits open some feet away from her making her nose scrunch. Usually he keeps that stuff in the back until he needs it, why is it out here? It's only stinking up the room. Not that oil smells that bad, besides it reminds her of her dad. But too much is too much. She shakes the intruding thought away and looks back up to her dad who's leaning on the counter with both hands. Old burn scars peaking through the sleeves folded up to his elbows.

"Fine I guess." She shrugs. She thinks about how nice the weather is and then her mind wanders over to something else.

"Is Bean out or is she still here?" She asks. Becks eyebrows raise for a split second.

"She should still be here, I fed her not too long ago."

"Okay." Y/n stuffs her mouth with her last bit of bread and jam and skips back over to the stairs. She wonders to herself if she should take her plants out with her to sit under the sun. She'll need some extra hands though. She smiles at the idea of seeing her best blue friend. Anytime she called her that she'd say that it made her sound depressed. But she would assure her that the colour blue didn't always mean something negative. She reminded her of the ocean and blueberries.

"Bean!" Y/n calls out. She crouches down to look at the bum of the dining chairs. Nothing. No sign of her on the kitchen counter or the couch either. Sometimes she lays behind the television stand and rubs against the plugs in the outlet. Y/n leans over and looks into the crack but she's met with dust.

She throws her head back as she releases an exasperated sigh. Crossing her arms over her chest and looking around as she slowly gives up, she notices a small shadow behind the curtains covering the doors to the very small balcony. Her head tilts with curiosity. Though she's almost positive that it's Bean.

Y/n slowly crosses the small living room. She approaches the curtains that softly sway with the air blowing past them, little light shining through them casting a soft yellow glow into the room. Her hand pushes the fabric to the side and without surprise, her eyes land on the orange and white cat staring off into the street as it sits quietly.

"Hi Bean." Y/n's soft voice automatically shifts an octave higher. Usually she would stay for a moment and watch with her, but she has things to do today. She has a habit of putting things off and forgetting about them, something her aunt warns her might bite her in the ass someday. So she doesn't want that to happen today.

She scoops the cat into her arms and begins to make her journey to her desired destination; The Last Drop. She can already hear voices talking and laughing under the floor below her; she internally cries as she comes to terms with the fact that she'll have to pass some random stranger.

She manages though as she peeps out a quiet "Hello." as she avoids awkward eye contact with the man speaking to her dad, not even bothering to pay attention to what he brought in as she speeds out of the door.

"Hey, be safe!" She hears her dad yell out to her. Quickly giving him a shout, "Yup!" before she's bounding down the increasingly bustling street.

She's brought Bean out with her like this before. She's like a rag doll; never really seeming to have much care for what the girl does to her. Perhaps it could be a result of early experience. As a young child Y/n would dress the cat up in little doll clothes and fake bottle feed it milk pretending it was her baby. Beck still has a photo of one of the times he caught her somewhere in his room.

It usually takes Y/n around eight minutes to get to The Last Drop while walking. And she would run, especially since she particularly enjoys running. But unfortunately with a cat in her arms she's slightly restricted from doing so.

A couple minutes pass and she hears a familiar voice calling out to her on her left. Her steps stop abruptly, causing a person behind her to nearly ram into her. Turning around with an evidently confused expression, her eyes roam around for a second until they land on her cousin, who sits on a barrel waving at her.

"Oh, Vera! Hi!" Y/n adjusts the cat in her arms and approaches her, narrowly avoiding other people walking past her.

"Where you off to?" The redhead asks, and Y/n notices a notebook and pencil in her lap.

"Vander's place."

"Oh, nice."

"Yeah."

"Have you seen Ekko around?"

"Umm no, sorry. He's probably still at Benzo's." This makes Vera hum, almost appearing disappointed. Y/n smiles knowingly but Vera ignores it.

"Okay, that's fine!"

"Mmhm. Well, I better get going, Bean is starting to get heavy."

"Oh yeah, that's no problem! See you around!" Vera reaches out and pets the cat's head quickly before dropping her arm and letting the other girl go.

"Cya!" Y/n trudges off again. Vera was alone this morning, usually she sees her with her group of friends. However sometimes she'll catch sight of her sitting by herself scribbling in that notebook. Evidently, she's keeping secrets in there since Vera tells her everything. Y/n's not hurt though. She loves secrets, and hopes one day she'll solve whatever secret her cousin is keeping from her.

Minutes pass and the young girl can finally make out the large sign of the bar in the distance casting a glow onto the ground and heads of people standing around. It's when she pushes the door open that she clocks in on how out of breath she is. Her arms are just beginning to ache, and her steps turn heavy making eyes fall on her as she approaches the bar. Music plays quietly from a jukebox and soft chatter fills the place. She's been here countless times and feels very comfortable, in fact she feels right at home. However she's still thankful that it's morning leading to less people residing inside.

Y/n takes three long exaggerated strides before she plunks the cat onto the bar. Bean immediately stretches her limbs before sitting down and licking her paws. At the same time, Y/n is lazily slumping on the bar stool and dropping her head onto her arms resting on the counter. Boy is she tuckered out already. She slowly closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, and before she can exhale she hears a deep voice coming from in front of her.

"What did I say about having the cat on the counter?" Y/n shifts her head so her chin is now resting on her arms. Vander is hidden behind Bean who is still grooming herself in front of her. She sighs.

"Sorry." But she doesn't move.

"Strawberry lemonade?"

"Yes please." Y/n hears shifting and glasses clanking before a liquid being poured. She straightens her back at the same time Bean struts to the far end of the counter to get patted by a couple of young women squealing at her. Vander places her signature cup in front of her; pink with star and butterfly doodles scattered around the surface, topped with a straw sticking out. Y/n always drinks with a straw, she can't remember a time where she hasn't.

"Thank you." She folds her legs under her then leans over to place the straw in her mouth. She hears Vander chuckle.

"Powder is awake downstairs. Mylo is still sleeping though, so you gotta be quiet. I don't want to have to put up with his complaints about two little girls waking him up giggling again." He's serious, but anyone could still hear the smile in his tone. Y/n's cheeks are puffed out by a mouthful of juice as she looks up at him. She takes a big gulp and smiles, nodding her head and then sliding off of the stool.

"Kay-kay!" She takes a few steps towards the ladies still petting Bean. She clears her throat in an attempt to get their attention. They look so intimidating and mean, and they're petting her cat. Surely they'd understand and let her have her cat back. So why can't she just shove them to the side and grab her? It's not that hard. Just go up and say excuse me!—

"Off you go, ladies." Vander's voice booms from behind her, successfully giving them the idea though nearly making them jump in their spot. Y/n awkwardly smiles and chuckles as they see her and finally walk away. She quickly grabs Bean and proceeds to the basement.

She stays mindful about the volume of her steps as she descends the stairs, avoiding the spots where she knows creaks the loudest. Turning the knob with her small hand she slowly opens the door, peeking in as she does so to survey the room. Turns out everyone is awake. Though barely.

Y/n remembers the "mission", as she likes to call them, that the older kids went on yesterday. Vi is sitting in the chair she loves so much while wrapping her hands in a fresh pair of thin gauze, struggling to keep her eyes open. Claggor is mumbling to himself as he fiddles with his goggles that he must've slept on again, and Mylo appears to be laying on one of the sofas with a pillow over his face. Y/n silently prays that the pillow magically sticks to him so he suffocates.

"Hey, Candy." Y/n fixes her gaze onto Violet who just acknowledged her presence with slight surprise.

"Hi strawberry head." She walks over and places Bean onto the coffee table.

"Y/n?" She hears a higher pitched voice to her left and her heart rate picks up. She turns her head and her eyes spot her best friend sitting on her bed, back resting against the wall and something in her lap hidden behind her knees. Y/n's grin widens as her posture subconsciously straightens. She pats her chest in an attempt to calm her heart down and makes her way over to the bed.

"Morning Powder." The two girls giggle. Mylo is already heard letting out a muffled groan.

"Whatcha got there?" Y/n sits down on Powder's left and leans over to see what is in her hands. The bluenette pulls away from her and hides the mystery item in her arms, face pink and almost panicked.

"Nothing!" Y/n is taken aback.

"Nothing? C'mon, please lemme see."

"Noo! It's a surprise."

".....Fine." Y/n pouts. Powder smiles and twists her body so her friend can't see, and lifts the end of the blanket to hide the item underneath it. As Y/n's mind begins to wander off, she immediately recalls her plan about her plants. She practically jumps off the bed in her moment of remembrance.

"Oh yeah that's right! I wanted to take my plants up to sit in the sun but I need help. Can you come with me, pretty please? With a cherry on top?" She bats her lashes at the girl in front of her in hopes of convincing her. What was the point though? She knew Powder would submit, she always did. That's what friends are for, right? The girl smiles about to reply before Vi's voice cuts in.

"If you're going up top you need someone to go with you." Her face is stern and almost challenging as she scrutinizes the two girls from her spot on the chair. They glance at each other and start giggling as though they've been caught by some form of authority. Which is in a way true.

"And that will be you, right?" Y/n tilts her head sweetly to charm the redhead. She sighs and looks to the floor as though defeated. Mylo pulls the pillow away from his face to say,

"Please go with them." Vi glances at him and shakes her head before standing up.

"Fine. You two stay here, the cat better not be dead when I come back." She points to the boys sternly. Mylo grumbles with a couple of "Yeahs", but Clagger on the other hand looks delighted.

"Oh man. Mylo fix these for me will you? I'm gonna look for a brush." He throws his goggles at Mylo and briskly stands up in search for a brush to use on Bean. The three girls are already exiting the door, Vi shutting it behind her.

"Sooo we kinda have to go back to my place and get them. I promise there's not a lot. It's just hard trying to carry all of them at once, especially while climbing, y'know? I also like the company. Not that I'm super lonely, I have you guys.. You'd tell me if I got boring and annoying though right?"

"Alright, relax Y/n. Sounds like a plan." Vi chuckles with a comforting hand placed on the young girl's shoulder. She smiles up at her. She's always really liked Vi. She hopes to be just like her some day... or be with her? She never really thought too deeply about that. She's always been there as support. She's like an older sister she never had. She wonders if Vi sees her as a sister too. She really hopes so, cause if not then she'd be deeply embarrassed.

"You could never get boring." Powder pulls Y/n's out of her thoughts. She's smiling intently at her. Y/n wants to smile back at her but she looks down and bites her lip out of nervousness.

"Or annoying?"

"Mmm..." Powder pretends to think. Y/n playfully slaps her, both of the girls laughing and too engrossed in their own world to notice Vi telling Vander they will be gone for a while.

They talked about anyone and anything while on their way to Y/n's place, and once they started going up top they were too focused on not falling to their death or getting lost to goof around. The higher up they got the more clearer the sky above them got. Y/n was right; it is indeed a sunny day. Not too windy either, so her plants shouldn't topple over. The young girl feels her insides turn warm and her smile spread across her face, ignoring the burning sensation beginning to travel up her legs. She's thankful this particular journey consists mostly of walking up stairs and going up elevators. Climbing is such a hassle. Though stairs aren't that much better. It's boring and less riveting than climbing things and crawling through small spaces. Though if Y/n's being honest with herself, small spaces make her slightly claustrophobic.

The moment all three of them reach the top landing of a building, Y/n jogs over to the edge. It's no sunset, but the view of the city still looks beautiful from up so high. She loved the sun, it filled her with a sense of joy and protection that she couldn't find from anything else. She sighs and turns around, seeing the other two silently admiring the view.

"Shall we give the plants a seat?" She speaks softly. And the three of them place the pots of plants on an empty table; four in total.

"I wish I could see the sun everyday." Powder mumbles, mirroring Y/n's thoughts as she stands beside her.

"Don't we all?" Vi said quietly, though it sounded like she intended for it to only be heard by herself. Y/n hums to herself. She stares back out into the city. Basking in the sun's warm embrace a little longer before the three of them have to go back home.

Chapter 2…

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i have no fucking idea how to write vi bc she's so serious all the time 👩🏼‍🦲 i'm sorry.

#arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx #arcane jinx #jinx x y/n #arcane jinx fanfic #jinx arcane #jinx x fem!reader series #jinx x afab!reader #jinx x fem!reader #jinx x reader #arcane jinx x reader #arcane fanfic series

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timeofjuly · 3 months

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i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here.

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens.

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling.

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school.

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get.

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more.

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour.

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings.

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win.

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing.

You know that voice.

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them.

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before.

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years.

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise.

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain.

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw.

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something.

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back.

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own.

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place.

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you.

You let go first.

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks.

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope.

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you.

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means.

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it.

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains.

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say.

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief.

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott.

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine.

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now.

God fucking damnit.

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt.

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass.

Oh, right.

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV.

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you.

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact.

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow.

In the new one, you’re smiling.

Huh. You see it, now.

You do look different after all.

#silver string #Licence #the electrician #in writing this i realised licence is a word i STRUGGLE to spell #it's my restaurant #sorry for the delay in this anon!#i wanted to write this properly for you #i am sorry you struggle with similar issues to MC #i am sending virtual hugs #also #if you're thinking that this contradicts the throwaway line about mc moving to new ebott for school #you are correct #it does lmao #but i have decided i don't care! i contain Multitudes #and have just Changed That Line lol

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2af-afterdark · 1 year

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Any opinions or thoughts about each Love interest of What in hell is bad?

Oh gods. Oh fuck. There are so many of them. Give me a hot second to mindlessly ramble about first impressions. There is no structure here. I'm just giving my thoughts as they come to me. Excuse me if I miss anything. The list is very, very long.

Satan

Look at him coming to save us. He's so kind... you say before he brings out the whips and introduces you to all the fun kinky shit.

If MC was a virgin, they aren't anymore.

Opposite of a hypocrite. He likes getting as much as he likes giving.

He gives me aromantic energy. He's here for the sex and the sadistic joy of watching his subs fall apart, but he doesn’t care about any of that love bullshit. He'll be a ride or die friend though.

Oh fuck. He's angry again.

Who hurt this man that he rips the heads off of stuffed animals? If he touches any of my plushies like that, I will break his fingers and teeth. 😀

Sitri

This man brought an entire tea party to the battle and I respect him for it. That is the ultimate rage inducing intimidation tactic.

Some people in Gehenna get angry, but he prefers to make others angry and he's good at it.

Why is his design so smooth?

I wonder if there's a deeper meaning to him being the only Gehenna member without a gun for a weapon? His weapon actually reminds me more of the coffins that Hades' nobles carry.

Leraye

Uhh... so, not to be a misogynist... but the fact that he collects the bodies that Satan throws away makes me wonder if he likes Satan's... sloppy seconds.

You know, given he was the preview after Satan's... he probably does.

I kind of hate his design. It's too busy. Also that tongue piercing looks so uncomfortable.

Astaroth

Kuudere?

He gives me emotionless sex vibes (on the outside). Deep down though, he is so desperate to see his partner fall apart for him.

I want to cuddle his snake.

Paimon

His rainbow eye is a little much for me, personally. Like, it's a stimulation overload. You know?

I hope he's bitchy and caty and has a temper as short as Satan's but in a secretly manipulative way.

I am so disgusted by the bubblegum thing, but it also gives me the feeling that he's a biter. It's a valid form of affection.

Zagan

His horns look like droopy bunny ears.

He wants Satan to hit him. Add him to the masochist pile.

Wait! Is Satan the reason he has a scar??? I mean, healing is readily available but he still has a massive, deep scar on his face and neck. Does he keep it by choice because Satan gave it to him???

Amosdeus

I have no idea!

He's probably walking sex and violence given how the devils under him seem to act.

Phenix

SIR! YOU'RE THE REASON THIS GAME IS RATED 17+ ALL ON YOUR OWN!

He and Satan would actually probably get along well since Satan is a sadist and Phenix appears to be a masochist.

How do you even function when you are two seconds away from an orgasm at all times.

Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder?

Dantalian

Dude has a death wish so great that it makes him a phenomenal warrior. Like, how many times has he invaded heaven? Are the angels sick of them? Is there a poster at the pearly gates that tells everyone that he's banned?

Again! Hang out in Gehenna! I'm sure someone there will help you out.

Does not know the meaning of the world 'loyalty'.

Lucifer

Are all of his nobles hurt because of him? Why are they all injured? Who heals the healers?

We've seen that the nobles tend to pick up the sin of their kings, but none of the pride nobles seem to be prideful yet. Interesting...

Morax

I'm pretty sure the only reason one of his eyes is uncovered is because Lucifer told him he wasn't allowed to blind himself.

Seriously... who heals the healers? Does he have to wait for him injuries to heal naturally? Does that mean he's out of commission for months at a time???

He's a good general despite his wounds. I mean... the wounds aren't technically even his.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS HORNS???

Marbas

He's hard 24/7 considering his fetish is being tied up. Although, I wonder if he developed that fetish before or after Lucifer started keeping him restrained.

He and Lucifer fuuuuuuck.

Uhhhhhh *staring at the bulge in his pants*

Good luck to all you brave souls.

That "I still want to touch you" is giving me that sort of feel like... like Tarzan and Jane, you know? I don't know how to explain it but it makes me soft. I desperately want him to be destructive and violent with the world but soft and sweet with MC.

He's one of the pre-sale units so I'm looking forward to trying him out!

Leviathan

BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM

Needs to be pegged and choked. Grab his hair while railing him from behind and yank it. Be so fucking mean that it makes all the othe devils blush. He loves it

It's actually so adorable that the devils of his kingdom love and adore him. He must be a really good king 🥺

On a personal note, his habit of hiding inside his coffin low-key reminds me when I was a kid and would hide in my closest or sleep under my bed. Glad we're both on the same wavelength of neurodivergent. I'm crawling in with him

I actually love that they specifically that his envy runs so deep that he even envies himself. In a weird way that's a form of self-love.

Barbatos

His hair is so fluffy. I want to brush it.

He's such a smooth talker and will fry the brain of anyone with a praise kink.

He doesn't feel envy. Instead, he causes envy. Seriously! Look at him! The man is post photos hoped model on a magazine cover!

What are those tattoos on his hands? 👀

I'm weak for rose aesthetics.

Foras

He has the prettiest horns. They look like they are made of opal which is my favorite stone

His tattoo writing down his face looks like tears and that's a whole mood.

Do not mistake his gentlemanly kindness for affection. If you go after Leviathan, you will be on his shit list. It's not a fun list to be on.

Do you think Asmodeus is resentful that he's considered the fairest of the devils?

Will gladly accept an orgy with the entirety of Hades based on the three members we know so far.

Mammon

Big... big everywhere. Will bury my face in his titties and suffocate.

Is it wrong of me to think he's the most loving of the kings? He just wants to hold you close and make sweet, sweet love.

Eats ass so well that Beelzebub feels threatened.

He will grope MC's butt at every opportunity, especially if they sleep in the same bed together. He wakes up hard and grinding against them.

Big fan of reverse cowgirl.

Bimet

No time for sex when time is money.

Classism made manifest.

Seriously... give me a few bucks, please. Like, his earrings alone are about $1,000.

You could wash clothes on those abs.

Eligos

Please see this post

Beelzebub

Fuckboi energy

It's required by law to compare his libido to the act of consumption. His also law that he is an oral king. Just be sure you trust his mouth near you...

I want to know why he won't go back to Avisos. He doesn't even want to step foot in his own kingdom, but he won't abdicate the title either.

None of his people seem to express gluttony. I wonder if that's because he's not around to influence them?

Bael

Someone please hug him.

So much angst potential in my porn game.

I am heartbroken for him after hearing he essentially lives as Beelzebub's rreplacement. Do you think he ever wonders where Beelzebub ends and he begins? Does he consider himself a failure for letting Avisos come under mafia rule rather than a monarchy or is he successful for being the head of that mafia?

I'm going to kiss his precious face.

Side note... is that crown on Bael's head actually his horn? He doesn't have a horn otherwise.

Kind of surprised he doesn't have a fake horn to mimic Beelzebub's considering how noticeable the king's is.

Stolas

This man is planning a coup that he knows will fail.

WHAT IS A SIN TO A DEVIL??? WHAT TURNS THIS MAN ON???

Brat energy!

Look at his little blushy face! Is he shy about his massive dick? Can I tease him for it?

Let me bully!

Amon

Bye Felicia.

True definition of chaotic neutral.

If this were a children's cartoon, he'd be the one making all the issues but then also solves them within 20 minutes so someone can tell us the moral of the episode.

I am slightly bothered by his horn not being centered. Please send help.

Minhyeok

Pervert ❤️

I love a good childhood friend trope. Especially when one is obsessed with the other.

Yes, he knows what videos MC watches and he watches them too.

He's so fucking gross. He looks mature and put together, but he's the nastiest person behind closed doors.

He has jerked off with MC's underwear so many times, washed them, then returned them. He thinks about how they could be wearing them all the time.

No, seriously. I images he is absolutely disgusting. He sniffs that seat because he knows MC leaves it wet.

I made a crackpot theory about Solomon and God being the same person (so you are both by proxy of likely being Solomon's reincarnation), but Mihnyeok also makes me think he may be God given how he is your friend (just like Solomon and God).

No, I don't think he's a normal human, but I also don't think he knows he's special.

Gabriel

He wants to fuck God (seriously, look at his fetish).

Yandere and proud.

I'm going to get myself killed. I see hot angel and my brain turns off.

I want to brush his bangs aside and kiss the eye his hiding, then let him finger me stupid.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #what in hell is bad #whb

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goatcheesecak3 · 2 months

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Maybe a story where the reader helps clean and patch up Gavin after a rough bar fight.

Gavin Ellis X F!reader

Fic type: fluff

Warnings: mention of physical altercation, blood, alcohol

Summary: Your boyfriend, Gavin, comes home drunk out of his mind and it's your job to patch him up.

A/N hello! sorry it took me so long to get around to this, but i hope you enjoy it! if anyone wants the m!reader version just let me know! also, sorry if the formatting is weird, i'm posting this from my laptop lmao

Midnight. Gavin had gone out for drinks with Ray a few hours ago, and he still wasn’t home. Initially, y/n hadn’t been worried, she knew Gavin wouldn’t risk going anywhere too sleazy with Ray, not after the last time he had roped Ray into that world. Unbelievably, even being used as a drug mule by Gavin wasn’t enough to make Ray give up on him. They needed eachother in certain ways, Ray kept Gavin grounded and sensible, and Gavin made sure Ray actually had fun – y/n was more than grateful that her asshole boyfriend had at least one responsible and kind friend. However, as the minutes ticked on by, she felt herself growing anxious. What if Gav had left Ray to go see some of his old “work associates”? what if he’d gotten himself arrested? Oh god, what if he was dead in a ditch somewhere? What if- *CLUNK * - the front door opened.

“y/n? are you up?” she heard a familiar voice call softly from the hall. It was Ray, with a nearly comatose Gavin slung over his shoulder like a bindle.

“Christ! How much did the silly prick drink?” y/n gasped.

“Enough to get in a punch up with a guy twice his size” Ray answered, his voice shy, but light hearted, as though he was unsure if he was allowed to laugh.

“Just dump him on the sofa, Ray, I’ll take him up to bed after I clean that blood off his face”

Ray obliged.

“You’re a saint for putting up with him,” y/n chuckled, reaching into her purse, “here, get yourself a cab home, your mum must be worried sick by now”

…

“Agh… what the…” Gavin winced as he came back around

“Shhh, don’t be a baby” y/n teased, dabbing a cut on his lip with an alcohol pad.

“When did I get hom- OW! Can you cut that out?!”

“about ten minutes ago, Ray carried you here”

Gavin’s tired eyes filled with dread.

“did he tell you about…”

“the fistfight? Yeah, it might’ve come up” y/n said, raising her eyebrows and shooting him a pissed off look.

Gavin knew he fucked up, he’d promised y/n he’d stay on the straight and narrow, he knew how much it upset her when he got into fights. He was on thin ice with the law as it was, he should have been keeping his head down and his nose clean- easy as pie in theory, but when some cunt at the bar shouts “Oi Gav, yer new bird dresses like a slag” it gets particularly difficult.

“Babe, it’s not what you think, this dickhead was saying all sorts of horrible shit about you, I was like… defending your honour” Gavin stumbled over his words, desperately trying to explain himself.

Y/n’s expression softened.

“You’re an idiot, Gav. I don’t need you to beat people up for me. That guy probably didn’t even know who I was, more than likely he just wanted to get a rise out of you” She sighed as she applied some ointment – more gently this time – onto a scrape on his cheek.

“C’mon, don’t I get any credit at all for trying to stick up for you? Look at how busted up my lip is!” Gavin whined slightly, a cheeky grin forming on his face.

Y/n attempted to stay serious, but she couldn’t help herself from smiling.

“If I kiss it better will you pack it in?”

“Maybe”

She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss onto Gavin’s still slightly bloody lips.

“better?”

“much better” Gavin grinned, his eyes droopy and a big dopey smile plastered on his face.

“c’mon you big softie, let’s get you some rest. You’ve got a lovely headache to look forward to tomorrow” Y/N teased, taking Gavin’s hand and kissing his cheek lovingly. God he was an idiot, but a cute idiot.

#gavin ellis #the mule gavin #the mule #the mule 2014 #ray jenkins #leigh whannell #angus sampson #x f!reader #fluff #fanfiction #gavin ellis x reader

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kkarmiic · 1 year

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#’ OCTANE WITH A FEMININE PRESENTING M!READER

F!Reader DNI!

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: your relationship with crypto as a feminine presenting guy

‘+ genre: fluff

*# warnings: a little bit of misgendering at the start

requests open!

#’ PRE RELATIONSHIP

This is assuming you’re also in the apex games, but he had most likely seen you around in the arena, he didn’t think much at first.

That was until you two were teamed up, you were pretty quiet at first, just looting until he called you over, flagging an item for you to take.

“Ven aquí chica!” He yelled towards you, gesturing you in with his hand.

And although you began running towards him, you still questioned his words. “Chica?”

And now, he was just confused as you were, I mean, he’s usually not one to assume, but you did look pretty feminine.

But your voice. That was certainly unexpected, it almost made him do a double-take to check for any enemies.

But it came from you. You in your feminine outfits with makeup, you who looked so pretty????

He was dumbfounded.

“Sorry, chico.” He corrected himself, which was oddly shocking, previous teammates hadn’t been so kind, even in the arena they had chosen to battle you over your own identity.

You nodded, simply continuing to loot, however, out of the corner of your eye, you could still see Octane staring at you.

Even though Octane wasn’t one to engage in a ‘boring convo’ as he puts it, he was still intrigued by you.

However, it was your fighting that really got him hooked on you, so graceful yet so merciless, he was hooked.

You took the risks with him, you didn’t care what others thought, and yet you still let him have most of the spotlight.

You had won that battle, along with him and Mirage, and so that night he ended up knocking on the room of your door in the drop ship.

You, tired and mildly wounded, opened the door with droopy eyes and a yawn.

“Mmm Octane?” You peered up at him, speaking through said yawn.

“Hey Y/N!” He spoke, leaning against your door frame. “Can I come in?”

And so you obliged, shutting the door behind him, allowing him to sit on your bed while you laid back on the pillow.

He took a deep breath before beginning to speak.

“Ehh…chico, I just came here to apologize. I’m not one to do things like this, but you were pretty good out there. You run in with me like there’s no tomorrow, I like that about you! So, sorry for calling you chica, chico.”

His voice was racing as if he was afraid it would go away any minute, and you could barely keep up with what he was saying, although it sounded somewhat like a compliment.

“Can I make it up to you?” He grinned.

To say that he was attracted to you would be an understatement, he enjoyed your company sure, but it was so much more than that. He just wanted to get to know you better.

"Mmm?" You gestured at him to continue.

"I'll take you on a date, hm?" Confidence ebbed in his voice, and you couldn't help but accept the daredevil's advances, after all, you wanted to go on a date too.

#' RELATIONSHIP

Octane doesn't like to go out to restaurants, he prefers cheap takeaway and then spends his money on adrenaline-rushing activities.

Like for your first date, he took you to a theme park.

He definitely forced you to go on all the big rollercoasters and 'scary' rides with him.

While it didn't give him as much of a rush as the Apex games do, he was just glad to be spending time with you.

It was probably one of those theme parks by the sea, and so after, he took you into one of those fish and chips food places and got you ice cream and food.

And if it's one of those with the arcades, he will fight to get you a plushie from the claw machines, no matter how rigged they are, he will spend his entire savings fund to get you a stuffed toy.

AND HE DOES!

If you have it in your bed and sleep with it, he'd be unbelievably happy.

He loves the way you dress, the way you present doesn't matter to him but he still enjoys what you'll come up with outfit-wise.

After all, he is bisexual.

When he's out, he will definitely see something that reminds him of you and get it, he just likes seeing the way you react to little gifts.

And when you fight, that's something that gets his heart racing, he is ridiculously attracted to you.

He will let that be known, when you shoot people and finish people, he will shower you with compliments, and your other teammate will probably be sick of you two, but he doesn't care.

You'd just spent time cuddling with him after games, and he'd love every second of it.

If you show him new outfits or skirts, he will tell you how amazing you look, probably jumping around the room in glee with you.

If anyone disrespects you, especially because of the way you dress, saying something like 'how are you a boy if you wear skirts?'.

He would go INSANE. On them.

He'd rip them to pieces telling them exactly how you can be a boy and wear skirts, how clothes aren't gendered, and how their view is so prehistoric they might as well go back to the stone age.

Afterwards, he would check if you're okay, letting you know that he loves how you dress and thinks you look great.

Octane really really loves you.

POSTED BY: APOLLO

#octane x reader #octane x male reader #apex legends x reader #apex legends x male reader #octavio silva x reader #octavio x reader #octavio x male reader #octavio silva x male reader

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gatheredfates · 9 months

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04. date night | ashley hawke

Do you want to read all of my FFXIVWrite prompts? You can do that here!

OFF THE HOOK. no longer in difficulty or trouble. (huge thank you to the love of my life who trusted me to write the love of Ashe's life. I love you!)

They had been married for two and a half summers.

Sometimes he wondered, standing by the door of his clinic, if that meant some of her stupidity had rubbed off on him.

“Knock off at five, I swear I won’t be late!” She lied, like a liar, and for the better part of an hour he checked the chronometer on his wrist and shot filthy looks at anyone in the company that so much looked at him the wrong way.

“Shiro, do you have a second?” “No.”

“Hey, doc! I have this weird rash, can you take a look at it —” “Why the hell are you announcing that in the fucking hallway?”

(He lost track of exactly how many requests he got within that time. After a while, he stopped acknowledging them altogether in the hopes they assumed he was a rather peculiar statue. Had they forgotten his former professor was employed in the same building? Morons, the lot of them.)

The only reason he knew it was his wife approaching instead of any of the others was the thunder of her footsteps, a cacophonous roar that was trumped only by the panicked “I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY — SHIT!” as her shoe slid on the recently mopped floor and had her skidding into the wall. Shiro didn’t even look up from the clock at first; he merely sighed, pressed his free hand to the bridge of his nose and tried to massage the cluster headache that had formed between his eyes.

“I’m HERE!” Ashe vaulted from the wall and slid in front of him, all but shoving a rather sad looking bouquet of flowers in front of his face. He realized she had probably picked them herself on her adventures that day but, between the exploring and the fighting and the brawling (did he mention the fighting?) they’d gotten crushed in her bag.

He said nothing. She continued to waggle them in front of his face.

He sighed.

She pouted.

“You’re -” He began, only to be cut off by her lament.

“LATE. I know — I know! I’m really sorry, babe. I was going to be on time, I swear; we were on the home stretch back to Firelight when we came on another adventurin’ group that was badly injured. We couldn’t just leave them goin’ back to Ul’dah.”

Shiro looked up at her slowly. Ashe knew he was mad at her; it wasn’t like his tells were subtle. His tail swished irritably from side to side, his ears were pinned back and he stopped letting his tongue run over his fang when it pierced the flesh. She was still pouting, too; sad brown eyes fixated on him as one hand joined the other in holding out her equally droopy gift like a peace offering.

“Are you hurt?” He didn’t accept the offering, but it was a step in the right direction. Ashe perked like a puppy, looking down and around her as if though she wasn’t even sure of her own injuries.

“I don’t think so! It wasn’t a hard job, it was just long.”

Shiro groaned and plucked the flowers from her hand. He reached up onto his tip-toes and grabbed Ashe’s chin, forcing the highlander to look down as he tilted it from side to side and examined her.

Knowing full well she was in trouble, yet still feeling the need to try her luck, she gave a sheepish grin. “Am I dying, doc?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

She knew she was off the hook then. Ashe didn’t even mind when he tossed the bouquet into the bin just inside his office. Were she to be honest, she knew there was no saving them. Surely it was the thought that counted.

“I love you!” She chirped, seizing his arm in hers. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Try taking me on this date first.”

#｡･ﾟﾟ･ — 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 : ashley #they're SO in love your honour #promise #i love them a very normal amount #ffxivwrite2023 #my writing

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So in a continuation of this post, I rewatched Ángel and Krester's first meeting in ep 1 and took down some notes. it got pretty long and rambling lol so it's down there under the cut

ok first of all I need to talk about the lighting in this scene!! How Ángel stands (primarily) in the dark and Krester (somewhat) in the light

it’s still pretty gloomy though; and the metaphor is only a very subtle one. There’s also a light source in between them, and it seems more like its only purpose is to light the scene rather than to mean anything

also how we transitioned from a shot of Ramiro leaving with the search party to the first meeting of Ángel and Krester, leaving us with the ending echo of an eerie sting

Ángel’s smoking and wearing a dark coat, the most layers we ever see him wear and I’m pretty sure this is the only episode we see him wear the coat

Krester initiates the interaction, not Ángel! It’s an interesting little role reversal from what you might think, but Krester is the one to start the conversation by asking for cigarettes. Which makes sense: it’s cold (as hinted by characters wearing coats), but why is he even up there? to get away from the crowded stuffiness of the lower quarters, perhaps? or because fate guided him? or a little bit of both, maybe?

The camera moves to accommodate Krester, but we still see him truly for the first time in this scene from Ángel’s perspective, in terms of Ángel. he doesn’t get his own shot to be introduced

The way Krester uncurls and is so much taller than he’d seemed. I feel like that says something about how he feels (and often acts) smaller than he is, and I kinda talked about it in a fic I wrote once I’m pretty sure

Ángel still doesn’t really bring himself into the conversation/interaction, not saying anything but just sort of nodding in acknowledgement. I think he kind of wants to be alone and that’s why he’s chosen such a secluded spot. Something to do with Ramiro perhaps?

!! the way Ángel slowly walks up to Krester and tilts his head to the side a little and just looks at him. Intrigued is definitely something I read in his gaze; like trying to solve a puzzle. Something tells me he doesn’t feel that intrigued by most people he meets…

Krester is experiencing the unbearable shame of being seen and understood right now

Closeups!! here we’ve got a closeup on the intricate design of Ángel’s cigarette case and his ring in one shot! (and his hands. Of course his hands)

Ángel’s eye contact is so purposeful; he’s looking Krester in the eyes and trying to read his reaction. Krester’s eye contact on the other hand is hesitant and he spends part of the time staring at the floor instead. It’s very in character for Krester here, but I’m intrigued by Ángel’s actions. what do you want, Ángel? do you want to be seen and understood or not seen and understood or some secret third thing? such a confusing man he is

I could quote the line Ángel says after he offers Krester the cigarette in my sleep probably

Ángel has slightly droopy eyes and I love it

finger touch? Finger touch? Are they touching fingers while exchanging that cigarette? It's kind of hard to tell because it's so dark, but I think they are. I know it’s not much in comparison to their… more intimate touches later on, but it’s so much!

Speaking of which I love how so little happens in this scene and yet so much happens. All that’s really going on here is two men exchanging a cigarette and then some scar caressing(?) but there’s so much that’s hidden beneath the surface and left unsaid!

sorry im ranting so much right now there’s just so much about this SCENE and so much that’s hidden beneath the surface and not being said and I want to know!! what is not being said!?

the atmosphere between them is so tangible. I could not cut the tension with a knife but I could reach out and cradle it gently in my hands and I think that’s definitely something

It’s consistently hard to see Krester’s eyes in this scene, so I can’t really tell where he’s looking or quite what his expression is but I think he’s looking at the floor while he takes that first drag of the cigarette

also Ángel is totally looking at Krester's lips as he takes that first drag, but I probably didn't need to tell you that huh

the music??? what is the music trying to tell us?

The pacing of Ángel’s lines here is wonderful. He doesn’t really say all that much, but because he separates his lines somewhat between his actions it feels longer, and stays with the viewer longer, as well as being a good indication that he’s more focused on what he’s doing versus what he’s saying.

The way that Krester flinches back from Ángel’s hand!!! and Ángel pauses and waits for Krester to realize he’s not going to hurt him before trying again!!

parallel here: The way that the bars exactly cover Krester’s eyes when Ángel extends his hand towards him, yet you can still read his expression of fear vs after Franz drags him out of the dining room and holds him by the lapels and you can’t see his eyes but you can still read his expression of fear

The English captions describe this as ‘anxious music’. Is that how Krester’s supposed to be feeling? Or how Ángel’s supposed to be feeling? Or is it the way the scene is supposed to make you feel?

I’ve seen some people read Ángel moving forwards again towards Krester here as a predatory action, but tbh it seems more like he’s making a move because Krester can’t

honorary mention of the look of awe/reverence/captivation in Ángel’s eyes here. i am chewing on rocks

since we switch directly from Krester’s view of Ángel to Ángel’s lips, I’m pretty sure this shot is meant to be from Krester’s perspective, meaning Krester is staring at Ángel’s lips. just in case you didn't realize this was homoerotic yet

Also Krester is looking Ángel in the eyes now! it's not a super intense gaze but it is a Gaze nonetheless

I also hold the opinion that the reason Krester lets Ángel touch his scar isn’t because he’s too scared/surprised too move but rather because it feels safe. Familiar. Comfortable.

of course we can't really know what Krester's thinking and honestly he is being very mysterious right now but. i can theorize if i want to

Ángel's eyes are so so very shiny. are you about to cry bby? is this a bit too much for you? do you need to be closer to Krester or farther away? Do you even know what you need?

I think the reason Krester suddenly takes a step back and leaves is because that wonderful tension I was talking about earlier was broken, the moment was shattered, Krester realized what he was doing in the context of his situation and decided to leave rather than face it

And then we just have this ending shot of Ángel watching Krester leave with an expression I'll describe as the opposite of passive. very passionate. for what? we can only wonder in the end

And then we just leave them there. That's it. We don't come back to them until the next episode and neither of them address their meeting together until they meet again. more words unsaid!! more things hidden under the surface!! i'm going feral

#so in conclusion: how did i ever think i could do justice to this incredible scene in a fic #1899 #1899 netflix #kresterposting now and forever until i die #Ángel 1899 #krester 1899 #krester

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rxdidz · 2 years

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higher than the clouds with your girlfriend robin buckley.

★ robin buckley x reader one shot and hcs

★ summary: you and robin are bored, wanting to be stupid teens and lucky for you, you two know the best dealer in hawkins.

wrote this while stoned be proud

“hey eddie.”

“y/n? you okay you never call this late.” eddie yawned, the clock showed 1:21am.

“yeah um, can me and robin like bike to your place and pick something up?”

“pick what up? did you two leave something here?” he said tiredly.

“weed.”

it was silent for a second. “okay.. you and robin? robin buckley and y/n l/n want devils lettuce?”

“yes munson would you hurry and tell us we aren’t getting any younger here.” robin said into the phone.

“alright alrght, meet me outside.”

you and robin jumped off your bikes, walking over to eddie’s trailer.

he turned, his eyes droopy. “you guys weren’t joking? you actually want some?” he grinned.

“shut up, just give it to us.” robin said annoyed.

“okay. no need to be harsh. 20$.”

“oh that’s what we forgot to tell you.” you sucked in though your teeth, looking at robin. her looking back at you.

“tell me what?”

“i think we, as your best friends get a 100% off discount, 20$ isn’t a big deal y’know.” robin grinned.

“and we have no money but we really want to try it so do it for our experience.” you smiled.

he rubbed his eyes, sighing. “you guys continue to manipulate me.” he threw the bag to robin, her barely catching it.

“i don’t feel it, do you?”

“i can’t tell.”

“loads of people don’t get affected by weed, usually they’re more calm. that’s probably us.”

no it’s not us ☹️

robin gets so talkative like so much more it’s so funny. talking about animals, homophobia, and food in the same sentence bro

freaked out because she felt like she was dreaming at first 😭

PUT HER HAND ON TOU TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE REAL

she’s in her own world.

giggling about the most random things with her

like why are you laughing at my window?? 😭

she doesn’t get munchies but once she had food it tastes 10x better and she’s telling you how good it is

“y/n im not even kidding this peanut butter and jelly sandwich is so good i would 10/10 smash this if i could. do you want a bite? it feels weird like it’s sweeter and its taking longer for me to chew.”

gets up and starts cleaning your room hello

she’s whispering the whole time like your parents aren’t out for the night

LAYING on top of you and kissing your face the whole time, saying she loves you more than you and has to explain what she said (it didn’t make sense but you acted like it did) 🙁

“y/n i feel so weird. it’s waring off .” she whispers, still laying on you.

“robin i feel weird too.” you tried not to laugh as she zoned out, looking at the wall.

she’s so amazed once the sun came up.

you two stared at the sunrise in silence for at least 10 minutes

“i love sunsets they’re so pretty.” you said staring off into the sky.

“just like you.” she said smiling like a idiot.

you cringed at her pick up line and kissed her cheek. “weirdo.”

#robin buckley x female reader #robin x reader #nancy x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things girls x reader #wlw x reader #fluff #im stoned right now but i can’t tell if i am thats what happens when i am i think im faking ir

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I just thought about something with drama (love drama 😏) Imagine Reader who's confronting Trevor's mother (I don't remember her name) without Trevor. BUT Trevor came home when Reader slapped the mother and insulted her because she abandonned Trevor. Trevor's mother trying to make Reader look like the bad girl by saying she's crazy, attacked her for no reason and Trevor has to protect her from Reader? Trevor's gonna protect her mother, do nothing or take the side of Reader ?

---A/N: Heyyyyyyyyyy, I made Trevor do nothing. I tried to be realistic, basing it from his reaction to the 'Mrs Philips' mission.

Summary: Betty came to visit.

TW: -Implied child abuse.

You were rightfully cleaning up your laundry in Trevor’s trailer. While unloading the stacks upon the kitchen counter, the door opened. You automatically thought it was Trevor, proceeding to turn around with a smile. Until it dropped.

The woman seemed to look at you the same. Both staring a each other. She had red curly hair, droopy cheeks and awful makeup. She wore clothes that were obviously dated back to the 70s… Yet she stood with unlimited confidence.

“Can I help you?” Steadily eyeing up her every move, you spoke.

“Where’s Trevor? And who are you?”

“Trevor’s out… I’m his partner.”

She scoffed, “Partner? No chance, my love. He’s probably drugged you.”

There was appalling amounts of shade in her words. You took a step back in offence.

“Who are you?”

The woman was silent for a moment. She spent another second observing the trailer before pointing to herself.

“I’m his mother.” She said in a soft tone, sugar-coating the title of being a mother to gaslight you. The way her eyes furrowed in pity and innocence. You weren’t fazed.

Instead, you were angry. Trevor spoke about the trauma this woman gave him. The neglect, verbal abuse, abandonment… And now she stood in his living room. You were lucky he wasn’t here. You hoped he’ll turn up after she’s gone.

“I’ve heard of you. Betty Philips. Trevor told me. It’s nice of you to show up… 10 years later, without a damn word.” You backhandedly foretold with a scowl.

She flinched at your words like flint and steel. Betty lifted her stuck-up nose and ignored your truthful insults.

“Why should I listen to a random person I’ve never met before. I doubt you even know the boy. He couldn’t possibly find himself a lover.”

You chuckled, “You’re funny, Betty. This random person has been with Trevor long enough to know your games. He may not know, but I do. You ram your tongue and boss him around. You manipulate him through insults and neglection. You get your own way by giving him the cold shoulder. If you were ashamed of who he is today, damn right it’s all your fault.”

Betty inhaled sharply and held a massive grudge. Her eye twitched, something Trevor had inherited whenever he felt enraged. You stood your ground though and kept great eye contact with the woman as she took a step forward.

“What did you just say to me?” She hissed.

Muted due to her stealth, you kept a close attention to her. Trevor mentioned this type of behaviour before. She acts like she’s about to physical hurt you but don’t. She makes you think she will.

“How DARE you say that to me. How DARE you speak for my son. He is not here and I kindly reject your filthy manner!”

You breathed out painfully and smirked, “Now you know how it feels.”

Betty, in spite of her rage, began raising a finger to your face. Her polished nail almost scratched the surface of your cheek. The audacity made you grind your teeth and strike her in the nose. As you palmed the exact centre of her face, the door opened once more.

You gasped.

“Wha-“ Trevor whispered as he just about caught you slapping his mother. The mere shock in his eyes. He hadn’t of seen his mum in 10 years and the second he does, she’s being harmed by someone close to him. You.

“Trevor, I can explain!”

“Oh, yes they can!” Betty bellowed with a snarky grimace, “Of course you find yourself an abuser for a partner! You wrecked boy!”

He was overwhelmed. His mouth was dropped open and all the confidence he normally had was gone. He carried nothing on him. Nothing but weakness.

You shook your head rapidly, “No, no! She was disrespecting me and you!”

“I-“

“You can’t let your own mother be attacked by a slut, Trevor! You aren’t a man at all! You’re a pathetic little girl. Your father was damn right about you…” She enjoyed the look of despair in his face. You held your breath at the ongoing series of insults and verbal abuse.

Trevor stuttered, “Mama, no-“

“Mama? What are you? My god, Trevor. How are you living? You… You were such a waste of space,” Betty belittled, “I expected so much of you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Betty. You leave him alone.”

She glared at you as Trevor finally spoke.

“W-What are you doing… Here?” His voice cracking with anxiety.

“I’m your mother! You rascal!”

“SHUT UP, BETTY!”

“Okay!” Trevor cried out, holding out his hands to both of you, “Okay, please. What is going on… What…”

I sighed, “She walked in without knocking and began tormenting me.”

He didn’t know how to react as he looked at his mother for moral support. You were disgusted.

“Trevor, don’t look at her. She’s a bitch!”

“A bitch?” Betty riled up.

“YES, A BITCH!”

“STOP IT!” He wobbled, “PLEASE, JUST STOP!”

I threw my hands up in disbelief and scoffed under my breath. Betty looked at me up and down through this action in distress. She was amused. She loved the negativity of people. She was an evil witch.

“Oh, get over yourself, boy.” Demanded Betty, hands stationed on her hip.

You tried to give him a reassuring look but Trevor refused to even glance in your direction. Growing tired of this woman, you threw the laundry onto his bed and leaned into his ear.

“I’m leaving.” You spat.

Trevor went to reach for your hand but you left the trailer, furious at his muteness. He turned to Betty who was smirking at your defeat.

#trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips #gta 5 #gta v #grand theft auto 5

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lolitaa-17 · 1 year

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-compass; R.braun x f!reader

warnings; angst idk,fluff,cussing, not romanticizing mental health.

Not proofread

Music was softly playing through your headphones as you looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise. You blinked as you felt as if your eyes were going droopy. You don’t know how many months it’s been since you’ve had a good nights rest.

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing awake so early” you roommate spat out a little spooked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You asked pausing your music and taking off your headphones.

“No not at all you just spooked me out.” She rubbed her face with hands trying to wake herself up. “I have early classes today anyway”

Which reminded you that you needed to start getting ready for work since you had to open today. “Oh okay, I’m gonna head out to the bathrooms.”

You grab your towel and the basket that had all your hygiene stuff.

After returning back from the bathrooms you put on some jeans a black tee shirt. You grab the apron sitting on the chair and the hat you had to wear for work.

It was like a repeating cycle. Work…school…”sleep”. You just wanted it to end already. You were tired of this and you felt as if there was no point because in the end you will always be doing the same cycle no matter what occupation.

Your phone alarm rang signaling you that it was time to head to work. You grab your car keys and the pack of cigarettes that had been sitting next to the keys and you head out.

You really didn’t have much of a social life on campus. You just wanted to get school over with so you didn’t involve yourself much of the parties. Of course you went to some but just small ones here and there. The only “social life” you really had was at work. Your job consists of you, Sasha, Niccolo and Reiner. They were your work buddies but it was only mainly just small talk.

You enter the dark coffee shop and start setting everything up for the day. After setting everything up you heard the bell of the front door jingle. You look up to see Reiner.

“Hey y/n!” He lets out a small smile

“Hey”

He starts setting up some stuff here and there. He was honestly a very sweet boy. You thought of how attractive he was and how he’d cheese over some cheerleader who he was madly in love with her. Once he told you about her you immediately knew you stood no chance.

“So what do you plan on doing this weekend?” He asked as he’s unpacking some new cups.

“Probably go to the beach and just sit around” It was one of your favorite things to do especially in paradis.

“It’s still pretty chilly out though, don’t you think?” He asked.

“I prefer it like that”

“Well I have an extra ticket to this amusement park-“

You nod your head before he could even finish.

“What why?” He was basically begging you to answer him.

“Reiner I don’t do amusement parks, plus I don’t wanna third wheel.” His smile dropped.

“Well it’ll just be the two of us.” He goes to the storage closet as you felt the mood change.

Had something happen between him and that cheerleader. You then thought about how he hasn’t really been bringing her up at work at much, or at all even.

The door bell jingled again revealing Sasha and Niccolo. They always arrived at the same time especially for the fact that they had been living together in their small apartment. They were honestly really cute and you envied them.

After a long five hours of your shift you could finally leave as you four switched with the other four workers who had just started checking in. You said bye to Sasha and Niccolo. You didn’t know where Reiner was so you just left.

After reaching your car you hear your name being called out.

“Y/n, wait up!” Reiner was running toward you.

“Oh hey”

“W-wanna go to the um beach?” He asked trying to catch his breath.

“I have class in like 30 minutes.”

“No no not today. Tomorrow”

“But I thought you were gonna go to the amusement park” you were a bit confused

“I gave the tickets to Sasha and Niccolo”

“Are you sure? I’m kind of boring out of work” you forcefully laugh.

His gaze soften “yeah I’m sure I want to go”

“Okay I’ll um text you when I’ll be going, I’ll pick you up” you wave at him as you enter your car and make your way to your dorm to change into something more comfortable for class.

There you were again. But this time you lie down facing the wall in hopes you wouldn’t freak out your roommate again. You thought you slept a good hour or so but it had only been a 5 minute nap. You check the time.

3:45am

You sigh and sit up from your bed. You slipped on your slippers and grabbed a lighter and the pack of cigarettes on the counter.

You sat right next to the door outside of the building of the dorms. It was pretty cold as you sat out there with a pair of blue checkered boxers and a large white tee. You inhaled the smoke from the cigarette. This felt like peace. Just nights like this. But for some reason you still felt some void that needed to be filled.

As you leaned your head back and blew the smoke out your mouth you felt car lights pull up in the parking lot right in front of you.

“Y/n what the hell are you doing out here in the cold.”

You look up and see Reiner getting out of his car.

You lifted up the cigarette to show him.

“I told you to stop smoking the other day y/n” he walks over to you as he took off his jacket and put it over you.

“Well why are you out so late?” you asked him in hopes of changing the subject.

“Couldn’t sleep so I went to the pharmacy to grab melatonin.” He reached in his back and opened the pack of the melatonin gummies.

“You think those actually work?” You bitterly chuckled.

“They always do for me” he said popping two or three in his mouth.

“That must be nice” you put the cigarette up to your mouth again but this time Reiner took it and threw it to the other side of the grass.

“What the fuck man” you softly punch his leg.

“Here I got something better.” He reaches in the plastic bag and grabs out a pack of gummy worms.

“Fine.”

“Here let’s head to my room” Reiner says

“But your roommate.” You say looking up at him as he got up.

“He’s at some interview for a couple days, he’s not here right now.” He reaches his hand out to help you up.

You guys make your way to his dorm. It wasn’t how you expected it. It was cleaner than you expected. Cleaner than your dorm.

You threw yourself on reiners bed.

“How come your bed is much more softer.”

“Shit I bought a whole new one, no way was I gonna sleep on that piece of cardboard”

You softly chuckle sitting up to let some space for Reiner.

You shove a few gummies in your mouth. He looks at how you’re destroying those gummies.

“Mentally noted that you fuck those gummies up”

You roll your eyes and hand him one.

“Shut up.”

The silence was getting really loud when suddenly you remembered he had bought melatonin to sleep.

“Wait I’m sorry I should go, you probably wanna knock the fuck out right now.”

He laughs “nah you’re good.”

“No really you look tired as shit”

“Nah I like the company” he says as he laid down next to you while he stared at the ceiling.

“Reiner I have to ask you something.”

“Hmm?”

“What happened with you and that cheerleader chick?” You asked him while popping s gummy worm into your mouth.

“Oh her. Yeah um turns out she has a girlfriend.” He softly laughed at himself.

You stopped chewing at the sudden news.

“Your over her though right?” You asked breaking the silence.

“Oh definitely, ever since she told me we’ve been chill.” He sighed as he closed his eyes.

“Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No you’re good. I was planning on telling you anyway.”

“Can you sleep with me?” Reiner spoke again.

“What?”

“Never mind sorry. There’s just been so much going on lately and-“

“No I get it. I’ll stay” you smile and lay down next to him.

“Sometimes we just need people when we’re at our lowest.” You whispered

Maybe you needed someone too. Maybe that’s why you’ve always felt empty. You never bothered talking to people out of work on your free time and your roommate? You guys would have little “sups” here and there but that’s it. But right now you felt. Filled. Like you didn’t feel empty anymore. And you liked it.

You grabbed Reiners hand and rubbed it. You look over and he had knocked out. You smile to yourself. How peaceful he looked sleeping but what was he feeling? Was he hiding the fact that he was hurt by the girl he liked rejected him? It hurt you just thinking about it. A little jealous, but you never made a move so how could you be jealous?

“I think I like you Reiner. I think you are worthy of saving me” you whispered while he was soundly sleeping.

Soon enough you heard the birds chirping and but the sun wasn’t out. It was cloudy. You sighed hoping today would be sunny when you went to the beach.

The whole night you laid there with him. Admiring his features as he slept like a baby. His eyes fluttered open and he looked over at you.

“You’re awake already ??” His voice was a lot deeper.

“mhm”

“You look like you didn’t even sleep holy shit” he cupped your face to have a good look at it.

You pull away and pinched his cheeks “hurry up and change so we can go to the beach already.”

He got up and started looking for clothes as he was still half asleep.

“Let me go change too, meet me at my car” you told him as you step out of his room.

You both entered the car after making a quick stop at the gas station to grab a couple snacks. You took a sip from your energy drink while you could feel Reiners gaze on you.

“Y/n…when was the last time you actually slept.” He asked causing you to brake really hard at the stop sign.

“Im sorry i didn’t mean to press on the brakes that hard”

“You gonna answer me or what?”

You sighed “I don’t really…remember Reiner”

“I mean I wanted to sleep yesterday but..” you slowly stopped trying not to confess your feelings towards him.

“But what?”

You parked the car. “We’re here Reiner”

You got out the car before Reiner could even speak. Was this gonna be the day to tell him that you needed him? Did you need him? He made you feel better. His company was warm.

You walked close to the shore as the waves seemed slow but heavy. You loved it. They grey tint to the sky was beautiful. And no one was here just you two.

You sat down and took in a deep breath.

“Isn’t this nice” you look at Reiner who still seemed to be waiting for an answer.

“Y/n…can you talk to me about this? I want to help you” you look at him and his gaze softened.

“Reiner im scared” you whispered.

He sits next to you and pulls you into a side hug. He never let go.

“Scared of what y/n”

“Im scared you’ll push me away…after I tell you what I feel.”

“No of course I won’t, you stuck with me what makes you think I’m gonna leave you.”

You took a deep breath as you felt Reiners hand caress your back.

“Reiner, I’ve always thought there was no point in living if it’s just an endless cycle. Everyday for me is the same. I can’t sleep. I’ve tried everything melatonin,Tea, warm milk, everything Reiner. But I can’t…it’s like I feel empty and my thoughts are just keeping me awake stopping me from sleeping. But yesterday I was with you and it changed. I felt warm and quiet and I was genuinely tired and I wanted to sleep but I was scared that if I close my eyes just for one second you’d be gone. And I just wanted to admire how peaceful you looked and I realized that you made me feel a type of way I’ve never felt with anyone. And I think I like you Reiner.” You look over and see that he tries to process it all.

He smiled “So you’re saying I make you feel better?”

“Basically”

“Listen y/n”

Your heart dropped…you didn’t know if what he was gonna say was either gonna be good or bad.

“I’ve been really off these days lately too and I found myself always getting up extra early to go to work and spend my time with you. And if you want me to be honest. I bought those tickets for us, not me and historia. I wanted to get to know you more and see you outside of work. And yesterday night you made my week feel so much better. I’ve fallen for you too y/n”

You sigh in relief as you dropped down on your back as you felt Reiner lay down next to you.

“So I want to spend more time with you and go on more little dates with you.” He smiled pulling you in as you guys cuddled in the sand.

You felt your eyes slowly drift. You let out a breath before soundly falling asleep in the arms of Reiner. You loved it and you were happy that most days we’re gonna consist of you two being together and Inseparable.

The end

I don’t know if this was good, I’m sorry if I made any mistakes. My head was aching the whole time making this but I just wanted to get it over with so I hope you all enjoy!

#reiner x you #reiner braun #reiner braun fluff #aot #anime #angst #fluff #Reiner Braun angst

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