#markus x y/n

[robin-the-enby]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Markus(DBH) x Reader where she is the S/O of Leo Manfred, but the relationship is definitely not a happy one. Like he insults her and pushes her around all the time.

If that is triggering please ignore this request! Hope you have a lovely day! :)

You can think that you're in love, when you're really just in pain...

Pairing: Marcus x f!reader

Warnings: use of Y/N and she/her pronouns, female reader (appearance is not discussed or mentioned), swearing, mentions of psychological and physical abuse, Leo is a gaslighter, I guess that' it

A/N: OMG, I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! Will you ever forgive me? 😭 But I took my time with this piece (and honestly might have gone a bit overboad) and while it did suck the soul out of me, I am very proud f it and hope you will like it. I made the reader female in the end, but the appearance of the reader is never mentioned, she is only reffered to with she/her pronouns, so I hope that's not a problem. If yes, I'll make sure to change it ;)

By now, you knew these streets by heart, that's how often you visited Carl Manfred. The old artist liked to joke that you were his in-law, given that you were his son's spouse. This wasn't the only reason however, because Carl also thought you were a kind and gentle soul and he really hoped that Leo saw that and tried to better himself in life, if not for himself, then for you at least.

Carl only talked well about his son, preferring to think about the god times instead of where exactly it went wrong and whose fault it might have been. But your presence was calming and very much enjoyable. He did have Marcus to run errands for him and take care of him, but you offering your helping hand gave him the feeling that he oh so lacked - his family taking care of him, now that he couldn't do it very well himself.

Even though you and Leo weren't married or even engaged, the old artist still considered you family. After all, you have been with Leo for a few years now, the thought of you leaving from his and Marcus' lives was strange and one Carl did not like to think about. Although...

Sometimes, when the house got quiet, when Marcus was fetching some paints or doing other errands in town, Carl would think. To be fair, he didn't know what you saw in Leo, even though he'd never admit that. He knew that opposites often attracted, and he really did hope your love would help Leo, whenever he'd ask you how his son was doing, no matter what mood you were in, it instantly changed. Something in your eyes...shifted. You looked tired, somehow older in those times, and he could see there was a heavy burden weighing you down. When it came to talking about Leo, you stuck to the basics. "He's doing fine." you'd say with a smile. But whenever Carl would ask hopefully "Has he found a job yet?" or "Is he...clean now?" you found that you could not answer. You didn't want to worry the old man, but it felt wrong to lie to him either. So you just hung your head low and admit quietly that no, he doesn't have a job and no...he isn't clean. You tried to lighten up the mood by saying he's looking for a job, which wasn't really a lie, at least, Leo insisted that he's looking for employment any time you'd bring that topic up, but you suspected Carl had stopped believing you at some point, although he never said so.

Today, you were once again visiting the old man and his android. It was strange to think that Marcus wasn't human. Every time you interacted with him, you almost forgot about it, enjoying his presence around you that much. Marcus was...serene. He wasn't loud, he wasn't crass and he was always kind. To everyone. Even if it created more trouble for him. Sometimes you wished you didn't have to leave. That you could stay with them. You were pretty sure Carl would be more than happy to let you stay, wishing for the company of his loved ones, even if he never said it, and Marcus...well...Marcus would be happy if Carl was happy. If you could call it happiness. It was strange to imagine that Marcus has never experienced any emotions at all. It made you a little sad. But the fact that he didn't know what emotions were and so he couldn't be aware of the fact he's missing something made you feel a little better. Although sometimes...sometimes it felt like Marcus was...different. Many a time have you seen him just...space out. You could see the, probably very much real, cogs in his head turn as he processed...something. But what that something was? You weren't sure.

Pulling your car into the driveway of the Manfred residence, you didn't even attempt to fight the stretch and the deep breath you took. It felt so freeing to be here, far away from...well, home. And the air was so clean and fresh, too! You could spend the whole afternoon sitting in the garden, just breathing. Carl sure did have taste when he picked out this place to live out the rest of his life at. It was calm, mostly quiet and smelled so, so good. Most people don't realise how amazing fresh air is until they taste it with their lungs, you thought to yourself. But even as you were here, your mind couldn't stop comparing everything to how it was at home. The yelling outside and inside. The constant sense of unease. The constant suffy air that wouldn't get out of your apartment, no matter how long you left the windows open. And you knew you had to come back. This place, as nice as it was, was just a break. A small oasis that would fill you up with strength until your next visit. But your reality was out there. In the downtown Detroit, in the tiny apartment you were renting.

Maybe if Leo admitted that he has issues and put his pride aside just once, you wouldn't have to take up so many shifts. You could actually like your job. You could do so much more than to just keep the both of you alive. Maybe you could have a bit of peace. But you doubted that. No matter how hard you tried, how much you did for the both of you, it seemed to never be enough. You took up extra shifts to treat the both of you to some nice meal? The apartment wasn't clean enough. You deep cleaned the apartment? You didn't cook dinner. You didn't have money to lend him? He didn't believe you, unless you showed him. And god forbid you asked him what he needed it for. Or if you complained.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you made your way to the front door. Yes, reality wasn't...perfect, but you wouldn't let it ruin this moment for you. Or, at least, you would try. As you were about to raise your hand to ring the doorbell, a figure appeared from behind the corner, abruptly stopping at the sight of you. You whip your head around, startled a little at the stranger's sudden appearance. But, as your eyes focused on the person, you recognised Marcus. His intense eyes that never made you feel unsafe, his short hair, which you weren't even sure was real, you thought briefly, and his firm build...

"Oh, (Y/N)! I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you..." Marcus apolgised with a very sincere feeling smile. You chuckled slightly at your reaction "Oh hello, Marcus. It's alright, you just startled me, that's all." Marcus was quiet for a moment, and judging by the intensity of his gaze, you assumed he was assessing your vitals to ensure you really were alright. At first, the intensity with which he looked at you sometimes unnerved you, but when he explained it was just to make sure you were physically and mentally alright, you relaxed. It was handy to have someone that could tell you something was wrong with just one look, something you yourself might not have even noticed.

"Carl noticed your car, so he instructed me to tell you that we're in the garden." Your mouth made an "o" shape in silent understandment as you nodded and followed Marcus around the house. The short walk was silent, but comfortable. Soon you could see Carl relaxing in his wheelchair in the sun, looking as content as can be. You couldn't help the smile that bloomed on your face at seeing him. You've come to learn that this place, these people, were your safe place. You felt free here, not judged, not scrutinised. Nobody expected anything from you here and everything you did for Carl or for Marcus was met with appreciation.

Carl turned around at the sight of your footsteps on the small stone path and his face lit up "(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, opening his arms for a hug. You hugged him shortly and greeted the artist. "It's so good to see you! Come, come, sit down, let's have a chat!" he urged you as he moved towards a wooden bench overlooking the various flowers and bushes in the garden. From what you knew, Marcus not only took care of the old man, but the house, and by default the garden, as well. And if that was true, then he did an amazing job. The colours of all the petals were radiant and fresh, bees buzzing around happilly. It was a lovely sight. Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable. Carl stopped in front of you in a way that he could comfortably talk to you, but let you enjoy the sight as well. Something was telling him you needed it.

"Marcus, could you get us some drinks please?" he asked his android assistant gently. You always admired how Carl treated Marcus with such respect and care, as if he was a real person. All the time, you were met with people abusing their androids, seeing them as things to care for their every need, including receiving their master's anger. And although it felt obvious that one should treat their helpers respectfully, it was still a nice change. Another perk of spending time here. Marcus nodded with a small smile, asking Carl what he would like. "Some tea would be nice." Carl replied and Marcus turned to you. For some reason, you felt your face warm up slightly and you looked away from his enchanting eyes. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, trying to come up with something that wouldn't troube him too much. "Uhm, just some lemonade, please." you stammered after a second. Marcus nodded, never mentioning your stutter or pointing out your awkward behaviour.

When the android disappeared from view, Carl looked towards you "So, how is everything?" he asked, smiling. You never liked to answer that qestion, No answer felt right unless you went into detail, but you didn't want to burden him with all that. So you did the thing people usually do, you smiled and waved your hand dismissively "Ooh, you know. Everything is the same. Nothing interesting happening in my life." Carl nodded, but you were sure that being the perceptive person he is, he could see right through you. So he nodded without pressing the issue, and instead decided to press another one. "And how's Leo?"

It was as if that protective curtain around your happy place opened and you were exposed to the harsh light of reality. As if on autopilot, you hung your head slightly, the idea of looking into the old man's eyes suddenly uncomfortable. You chuckled awkwardly and shrugged "Yea, Leo's...Leo's good." you said, but your voice was small, void of the confidence and cheeriness it once posessed. Truth was, you haven't seen Leo in two days. He has been ignoring your calls as well as your texts. On one hand, you were worried about where he was, what he was doing and with who. But on the other...You were relieved. Your home is finally quiet, you don't wake up in the middle of the night to unexpected company coming over, because Leo invited them for a red ice party. You feel bad for feeling good when your partner is missing, but at the same time you can't help but enjoy it.

Sometimes fate has a strange way of playing with our lives. And it seems that in your case, Carl chose this day to finally choose the uncomfortable topic and interrogate you. "(Y/N), what's wrong?" the artist asked softly and you wondered when exactly has this became an intervention. "Nothing's wrong, work has just been tiring." Not a lie, but not a complete truth either. For some reason, you felt ashamed to admit to Carl how has Leo been treating you. You knew it wasn't right, but you also weren't someone who'd let others just push them around, and you knew Carl knew that. And maybe that's why you didn't want to tell him. Besides, how do you tell someone that their child is a toxic abuser?

"Cut it out (Y/N), I know something's wrong. Now, I know Leo doesn't have a job and that he's still on that...thing." Carl said the word as if it left a bad taste in his mouth "But I feel like there are things you haven't been telling me." The worst thing about this conversation wasn't the fact Carl knew you were lying to him, it was the way he was so nice about it. You felt like this whole thing was wrong, for some reason you felt like he should have been mad at you, should have been asking why you were so stupid as to staying with his stupid son, who everyone knew was a scumbag. You sure felt stupid. And yet... "You know I wouldn't do that." you smiled at him while racking your brain for an exit out of this conversation. "Hey, Marcus has been gone for quite a while, huh? I'll go help him out a bit." you didn't wait for an answer, already standing up and heading to the backdoor. Carl turned around to look after you and from behind you, you could hear him call out, cheekiness masking his worry "I may be old, but I'm not senile!"

Stepping into the house was like teleporting to another world. While the garden was full of colours and bustling life, the house was quiet and the brown hues of the furniture and decorations almost made it feel sleepy. But it let a lot of light through its big windows and it didn't feel heavy or suffocating. The worst you could say about it was that it felt serious, but glancing at the life sized giraffe taxidermy in the living room disproved even that claim.

Following the soft clacking of mugs and the conistent hum of the kettle, you made your way to the kitchen. Marcus was standing at the counter, preparing Carl's tea, your lemonade already done on a small tray on the table. His broad shoulders moved uder his uniform and you found the movement...mesmerising. And while observing Marcus quietly was quite normal for you, as creepy as that sounds, this was the first time you felt as if your...affection, towards the android might not be as platonic as would be appropriate. You were taken for pete's sake, you couldn't be fantasising about another man like that! But, you reasoned for yourself what was the harm? It wasn't like Leo was here and even if he was, he'd probably pay little mind to you. You would be surprised if he could even stand still for more than half a minute.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)." you heard Marcus chuckle, successfully bringing you out of your thoughts. You realised that during your internal argument, you have leaned against the doorframe and probably was watching him like a creep the whole time. Great. "Heh. Somehow, that does not surprise me." you chuckle in return, hoping to brush off your inadequate behavior. Marcus' shoulders shake in silent giggles as he looked behind his shoulder at your drink "Your lemonade is done. Do you want to drink it outside with Carl?" he asks and you shake your head. "It's okay, I'll stay here for a while, but I'll join you two afterwards." you explain, hoping he doesn't push the matter. But it seemed that luck was not on your side that day.

"Did Carl's questions about Leo tire you out?" Marcus tried to joke, but he quickly realised he must've brought up a sensitive subject at your lack of a positive reaction. You just hung your head, as you were used to when talking about your boyfriend and smiled, although the expression held very little joy. "Yeah...sort of." you said quietly and sipped on your lemonade. Your brows scrunched together and you odded a little "Hy, this is some really good lemonade!" you commented, hoping to divert the conversation once more. Marcus thanked you and finished with Carl's tea. Then, he wordlessly picked up the tray and went outside to give it to the man.

He was gone for quite some time, that you almost thought that you would really be left alone, even though you didn't know whether that was what you wanted anymore. But it seemed that Marcus was more in tune with your emotions than you would've guessed for an android. He quietly sat down next to you and after a bit of silence, during which he probably ran through all the things he could've said, he finally spoke up. "Why Leo?" Yo had to say that it was the last question you expected, although, you didn't really know what you were expecting.

Sighing, you shrugged "I don't know...anymore." you added after a second, deciding that if you were to tell someone about your troubles, it would be Marcus. Would he tell Carl? If he asked, which you know he would, then the android would tell the artist everything. But hey, at least you didn't have to do it yourself. "Anymore?" Marcus asked quietly and you felt those gorgeous eyes trained on your face as if it was the only thing he could see. You nodded "Yeah...I guess- I guess he wasn't that bad at the start." you shrugged, the memories of him showering you with sweet words and gifts that weren't expensive, but that much more meaningful, almost gone from your brain. "And then I found out about the drugs and I thought-" you took a sharp breath in, already feeling the familiar pressure behind your eyes "I thought, he loves me, I'll be there for him and help him get through it. But he never got better. And when he blamed everything on the drugs, or on the withdrawals I believed him, because...Well, because I never thought I'd end up in that kind of situation, you know?" you chuckled, the noise laced with self deprecation.

You felt his hand land on your arm gently. A fleeting thought of how warm his hand was crossed your mind, before you heard him speak "It's not your fault." You quickly nodded "I know, I know, but it doesn't feel like it, you know? From a young age, we are warned of the signs of abuse in relationships, so how could I have ended up in one?" you sighed "I just feel...stupid." Your shoulders sagged and you slumped a little in your chair, as if a tremendous weight was lifted from your chest.

Even though Marcus was already lookng at you, you somehow felt his gaze sharpen "Is he..." he breathed out and it looked like he didn't know how to phrase what he wanted to say, which made a weird feeling spill throughout your gut, because it was strange, almost unsettling to see the lovely android, who is always so composed, at a loss for words. "Does he hurt you?" "No, no!" you were quick to assure him and you could see his shoulders droop as he relaxed his posture slightly. "He can be a bit rough, but-" you shook your ead again "it's no a big deal."

"What do you mean, rough?" Marcus presed on, his tone still as gentle as if you were a scared animal that could run away if he made one wrong move and yet, his eyes never left yours and when you looked at him, looked at those beautiful eyes that you were sure could count as a piece of art, there was...emotion behind them. You were sure of it. You've lived around androids for the better part of your life and you knew how they looked, even when they were assisting someone. Never ever have you seen such intensity behind synthetic eyes. And yet, you almost felt...relieved. You cleared your throat "Oh it' uh, it's ot a big deal..." you tried to reassure him once again (or maybe you were trying to convince yourself it hasn't gone that far, that hope and love haven't blinded you towards physical abuse as well) "Just sometimes when we fight, he grabs me a bit too roughly. It usually doesn't even leave a mark." you shrugged, but as you were saying it, you realised how horrible it sounded. So you stopped yourself before you'd dive into explaining how sometimes it was not just grabbing but shoves and pushes that you'd endure from Leo when you were too uncooperative for his liking.

You turn to face Marcus again and he looks a you with such sadness it almost feels like it was him who went through thaat. It wasn't just pity, the kind of look the pharmacist would shoot you every time you'd come for that one cream to help soothe your skin after a rough argument with Leo. But no, Marcus seemed...almost heartbroken, the kind of heartbroken a child is when their beloved pet dies.

"You don't have to put up with it you know?" Marcus asked gently, although it felt more like a reminder "You only have to say a word and I'm sure Carl would have nothing against-" you stopped Marcus' rant by putting a hand on his chest "I know, I know," you said nodding "but I don't want to bring Carl into this. He shouldn't have to put up with whatever mess Leo gets into, let alone my problems."

"It's ok to ask for help." he put his hand over yours that was on his chest, caressing yor skin lightly with his thumb. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his and on yours, the contact making your cheeks heat up as you mentally cursed yourself. "I know, but..." you trailed off "I just feel like...if I got into this mess, I have to get out of it. I don't want to-" you groan "I guess I don't want to give him the satisfaction of having that complete control over me. I know it sounds stupid-" you went to pull away, feeling the hot shame flow over you, making you want to cringe away from your robot friend. But Marcus only queezed your hand and tugged you closer to him. "It's not stupid. And there's no need to be embarassed." he reassured you and you shot him a quick smile, which he reciprocated, before you continued "So yeah, I guess that's why I never...said anything. Besides, he's not always like this. Sometimes he wakes up and is the textbook version of a doting boyfriend. I guess...I guess it made me hope that something could be done, that if I try hard enough, he'll see what he's doig and we can ge through it together." you chuckled sadly and this time, Marcus hugged you.

At first, you went stiff as a board, not expecting such a gesture from him, after all, Marcus has never been very touchy, since he wasn't programmed for that, but by now you were suspecting that Marcus could do more than what he was programmed to do, even if you didn't understand how that worked. Gradually, you relaxed into the hug, letting your arms gently wrap around his neck as his were wrapped around your waist. You let your head rest on Marcus' chest and as you breathed in, you caught the smell of his clean clothes. The warmth rdiating from his body was also something you couldn't complain about. You stayed like this for what must have been minutes, before you felt the android shift. Thining he was done with the hug, you went to let go of him, but his arms only tightened around you. You looked up at him only to find him already looking down at you, his eyes portraying some sort of inner conflict.

Just as he was about to voice whatever was on his mind, you registered hurried footsteps as well as rushed sentences beig exchanged, and not in a positive manner. Both you and Marcus let go of each other just in time before Leo rushed through the dooray, visibly seething, with a worried Carl on his heels.

"I told you dad, I just want to talk to her, so either you tell me where she is, or-" he stops mid sentence when he sees you and Marcus in the kitchen. He looks disheveled, his hair tussled, his clothes wrinkled, he looked sweaty and the whites of his eyes were very red, no to mention his pupils, which were way out of proportion. For a while, he just looked beween you and Marcus, his gaze jumping from one to the other, before he nodded and chuckled throwing up his hands "Well isn't this just great. I come home to no girlfriend, no car, no food and when I finally find her, she's all over a fucking robot." he sneers first at you, then at Marcus. Leo takes a few steps towards you, extending his hand as if to grab yours and you can't help but back away out of habit. Leo, of course, notices this and chuckles awkwardly "C'mon babe, we're going, the taxi won't pay itself." he says it as if he was lightheartedly joking, but the tension in his voice as well as his body gives away his real emotions.

And for some reason, something inside you...switches. You've had enough. Enough of not being appreciated, enough of being ordered and pushed around, when you deserved something, someone much better. Someone who would hold you tenderly, who would smell like fresh clothes, who would be warm and lovely, who could at least take care of himself.

"I'm not going anywhere." you said calmly, shaking your head. Leo looked at you like you just grew another head "Sorry?" And you gladly repeated yourself, adding "Maybe if I would've known where the hell you've been for the last two days, I would have waited for you. But I guess I'm not worth picking up the phone for. That is, if you even have it." you allowed yourslf to release the frutration that's been building up inside you for god knows how long now. Carl's eyes were wide, shocked fromhearing all this new information about your relationship with his son.

"Babe, you know I was busy-" Leo tried, but you were having one of it "Yeah, I see how busy you are. Couldn't you at least wait until you sobered up till you came here?" you scoffed. Leo narrowed his eyes at you and growled lowly "Listen, we can talk this through at home, no need to make a scene." And you actually laughed, catching all three men present slightly off guard "Cause a scene? You roled up here in a taxi, which you expect me to pay for, because no way you have any money on you after wherever you've been, you barged in like a hurricane and demanded to see me, and why? Just because I dared to drive somewhere? The ca is the only thing you have to your name, you live in my aparment, off of my and your dad's money, which you still send on useless shit. You don't help me out with anything, whatever I do is not enough, even though last time you actually put any effort into our relationship was years ago, so when I decide to take a break and visit a place I actually feel welcome at, it's still somehow my fault."

Maybe if it weren't for the fact that your soon to be ex boyfriend's face was getting redder with your every word, you could actully focus on the weight being lifted from your soul after that monologue. But Leo didn't look just mad, but insane. A small part of you started regretting your words, but feeling Marcus' and Carl's presence slightly calm you down. Still, when he took another step towards you,your body tensed up and you took an instinctive step towards Macus, trusting him to intervene if something went wrong. And given how your stomach squeezed uncomfortably, the situatio was more than likely heading that way.

But Leo, of course, noticed this "Bullshit." he spat out "I try, so fucking hard to please you, to be enough for you. Every day, all I think about is you. So sometimes, I need something to help me relax. But none of you," he turned around to direct his words not only to you, but his father as well "none of you get that. You all just bring me down." at this point, Leo was borderline yelling and you tried to stop your body from shaking, out of fear or adrealine, you didn't know. "I was worried, have you thought about that?" he focused on you again"I was worried where you were, what happened. So I looked for you. And when I finally found you, my fucking girlfriend, what do I see?"he turns his attention to Marcus now, both of the men staring deep into each other's eyes "I found you all over this fucking piee of plastic." he growled with disdain "I have no idea what you and dad see in these monstrosities-" he would continue, if it wasn't for Carl jumping in "Leo, that's enough!" the old man said sternly, even though you knew very well how much it pained him. As Leo was turning around to face is father, Marcus grabbed his shoulder firmly "Perhaps you should leave." he said, keeping his voice calm, although you knew that he was anything but calm. You never noticed how expressive Marcus' eyes were until today...

"Not without her I'm not!" Leo jerked away from the android's hold, turning to face you again, bringing you out of your thoughts. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere." you said, suddenly more tired than anything "I'll pay for your fucking taxi, but it's the last time I ever want to see you." you offered, just wanting him to be gone already. You knew you didn't have to do it and that it would probably be wiser to not do it, but you just wanted him out of everyone's hair. At least for today. Carl sure didn't need this day to be more stressful than it already was.

Surprisingly, Leo huffed "Fine." and you pulled some money out of your wallet and handed it to him. And with that, he turned on his heel, muttering "Fucking bitch..." as he walked out, making Carl almost scold him again, but you placed your hand on his shoulder as a sign to let him go.

After that exchange, the tension disappeared from the room, until Carl moved to the table and you sat next to him, Marcus standing by Carl's side. For a while, none of you said a word, until he old artist sighed "I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know it was that bad." he muttered apologetically and you shook your head "It's ok, you couldn't have known." and after that, you had a very long conversation with Carl about you, Leo and everything that has been going on with him. Some of it he knew, most of it he didn't. You went through many different emotions during that conversation. Frustration, anger, but mostly relief. It was finally over. When the tears started maing their way down your face, you felt Marcus' hand gently squeeze your shoulder and you grabbed it with a sniffle, intertwining your fingers to ground yourself. You felt Carl's eyes follow your every move during that interaction, but you didn't look at him.

Finally, after the tears had mostly dried, the old man sighed "I think...I think I need to lie down." he said quietly and you almost apologised. Almost. Mrcus let go of your shoulder to help him, leaving you alone. After they disappeared up the stairs, you stood up and went into the small bathroom on the ground floor, to wash your face, now sticky from all the tears you've shed, but also to get your mind together. You knew you would have to leave at one point, but you really didn't want to go to your apartment. And definitely not alone. After all, Leo still had the keys. Changing the locks would be a pain, as well as making sure he won't try to pull some other shit in the ext few weeks, maybe even months. You knew that there was a chance he would leave you alone, but something was telling you it would not be so easy. Not with Leo. You sighed and returned to the kitchen, only to find Marcus already there, waiting for you.

"Would you like a cup of tea? There's an herbal mix that should help you calm down." he asked you so gently you thought you would start crying again. Instead you just sniffled and ndded with a thsnkful smile "That would be lovely, thank you." As Marcus started preparing the tea, you found yourself sanding awkwardly a few steps away from him, leaning against the counter. It felt wrong to just sit down. You didn't even know what to do with your eyes, or what to say, but luckilly Marcus beat you to it "Carl said to tell you that you should stay here tonight. Unless you don't want to of course." he informed you as gently as before. "No, that would actually be very nice, thank you." you said, relieved "I'll nee to bring some take out for him as a thank you." you said, knowing very well the artist liked some junk food every once in a while, despite his doctor's protests, as a treat. "You don't have to do that." Macus turned to you, while carefully filling up your cup with the hot water. You shook your head and closing your eyes with a sigh "It's only right, after what happened today."

Suddenly, you feel a presence right in front of you and you open your eyes to fid Marcus right in front of you. He leans forward, resting his hands on the counter on either side of your body, looking deeply into your eyes "You may feel like it, but none of this is your fault. You didn't deserve the way he treated you and you're not stupid, or a failure for getting tangled up in that." he said quietly, but firmly enough to let you know you should better get it through your thick head sooner than later. You gulped as you got lost in his mesmerising eyes that told you how sure he was of what he has just told you. And suddenly, your hands found their way to his chest, catching the android slightly by surprise. His eyes seemed to pull you in, until you realised that your faces actually were getting closer, both of you leaning towards each other, none of you brave enough to clos the gap entirely.

You saw something in Marcus's eyes shift and he exhaled, lowering his head unti it was resing on your shoulder. You almost automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "I'm sorry, I..." he started, but agai, didn't quite know how to continue "This is all very new to me, but... something is telling me I- we should wait." he confesses, chosing to bluntly say what he was feeling, probaby figuring out you knew he gained the ability to feel and that he definitely felt something for you. He could feel you nod next to his head "Yeah, that's...that's probably for the best." you pulled away slightly, and he could sense that your body temperature rose slightly, especially in your face "But in the future...I would really like to try again...I think." you said bashfully and Marcus couldn't help the smile growing across his face.

Sure, you had a long journey of healing and finding yourself ahead of you. And inevitably, he would have to talk to Carl about his deviation, but as long as he could figure out his newly gained sentience alongside you and help you flourish again and find that spark that had almost been snuffed out of you, he could wait for eternity.

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #dbh #dbh markus x reader #markus x reader #markus x you #markus x y/n #hurt/comfort #tw abuse #leo manfred #carl manfred #female reader #race neutral reader #if not tell me

[gogogodzilla]

Can you do something for D:BH where reader is just very unresponsive to most things, like most things don’t get a reaction out of her, she just stares at you like you’re stupid, or like she wants you to leave.

So the characters think they’re kinda rude at first, but THEN they see the reader around their sibling and their completely different.

A 180 of a personality, all smiles and jokes once she’s around her family. (With Jericho Crew if you can!)

anon, i am so sorry it took me so long to answer this note: reader is an android

Better Together

Markus

He was used to androids being ambivalent about his presence

There was something about you that drew him in though

Most androids came to him alone while others came in groups

You were alone whenever he saw you, always with a disgruntled look on your face when he asked you if you needed anything

One day, he happened to see you sitting alone

it's not like he was watching you or anything

And it's like your entire appearance lights up once your eyes meet someone else's. He'd never seen a brighter smile, and his bioregulator skipped a beat

You pull them into a hug, and his heart breaks a little bit

North immediately notices his forlorn look and informs him that you came with a sibling

North

North was definitely less welcoming to your ambivalence and empty stares

Definitely interpreted the looks you gave her as disdain

Definitely tried to figure out wtf she did to make you dislike her so... definitely hurt her own feelings by overthinking

That is, until your siblings comes to Jericho and she sees the flip switch inside you

You're bubbly and cracking jokes. It's unlike anything she's sen before, and she'd give anything to see it again

Definitely corners your sibling and interrogates them on how to get on your good side

Josh

The type of guy to always have his eyes on you but never actually talk to you

He also has rbf so he believes your looks are just how your face rests

He watches as other androids attempt to interact with you without success

It kinda endears him in a way???

His fondness for you grows as he sees you interact with the android you came with

Your smile is bright and full, and you're laughing

It's the most amazing sound he's ever heard

Definitely wants to be the person who makes you smile and laugh like that all the time

Simon

literally so sweet omg

constantly making an effort to interact with and spend time with you

it's hard not to have any reactions around him

he lights up just like you do when he sees you around your sibling

teases you a lil bit for it

questions your sibling about how to get you to smile

wants to know all the tips and tricks

#detroit become human #reader insert #no y/n #zilla answers #dbh markus #markus x reader #dbh rk200 #dbh simon #dbh x reader #dbh josh #dbh north #dbh north x reader #dbh josh x reader #jericrew

[ash-writies]

Heyo I love ur fics! For the bingo card can you do Connor with amnesia?

A/n: I’ve had such a bad time tryna get off this sleep schedule…Hope you all enjoy <3

Summary: Connor gets a bug from an update and you take him to cyberlife to see whats wrong.

Warnings: one no-no word 

1.8k Words

You watched nervously as Connors LED flickered red. He blinked and a smile settled on his face, “Hello! I’m Connor, the android sent by cyberlife.” 

You frowned and looked at Hank, “when did this happen?”

“I dunno,” he groaned, “last night he was going on boutta upgrade, and the next thing I know he’s talking about the deviant case.”

Your leg began bouncing, “maybe we should take him to Cyberlife. There might be other androids who’ve had this… reset?”

“Yeah,” he began, “I gotta get to work, can you take him?”

“Sure,” you looked at the android who was sitting on the couch with a passive smile. “Let’s go Connor.” 

He looked at Hank who sighed and nodded, “Alright y/n, let's go.”

You began the walk to Cyberlife in silence. “So y/n, how did you and lieutenant Anderson meet?”

“You already-” you sputtered, “I um, used to babysit Cole.”

“Cole?”

“His son.”

“I didn’t see a child there.” 

You glared at him, “let's drop the topic. Do you remember anything about last night? I mean an update can’t fully wipe your memory…”

“There’s nothing in my memory storage from before this morning.” 

You bit your lip and thought for a second, “Well let's hope Cyberlife fixes that.” He nodded. “Also, I need to prep you for when you enter.”

“Why? I’ve come from Cyberlife.”

“Well it’s different now, it’s been two years and Androids run it.”

“Androids? Have the deviants taken over?” He asked, grabbing your arm and pulling you to a stop.

You tried not to laugh, “the tower maybe-”

“Are you sure we should go in then?” his LED turned yellow.

“Connor,” you rested your hands on his arms, “you have nothing to worry about, before what happened you were a deviant too-”

“I would never be a deviant!” he said harshly, pulling away from you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you frowned, “I liked you better as a Deviant anyway.”

“You’re lying,” he muttered, “I self-test regularly-”

“ ‘so I know what I am and what I am not’ save me the speech,” you grabbed his hand, “we’re going to Cyberlife to fix you and you’re not going to do anything that’ll ruin your ‘Deviant friendly’ image alright?”

As he looked at you his LED returned to blue, “alright.” You hummed, not trusting him, and continued down the street. 

The two of you finally made it to the doors of the building, “are you gonna be on your best behavior?”

His LED flashed yellow, “yes,” he was lying. You rolled your eyes and led his past the doors. As he entered he visibly tensed, he knew all the Androids he was seeing were deviants. 

When he stopped walking you turned and grabbed his hand, “c’mon,” you muttered. 

You led him to the elevator and punched in the code you were given, “we’re going to meet with the leader, you two are friends so don’t try anything.” He nodded, still looking forward. You noticed that he began to furrow his eyebrows, “everything okay?”

He glanced at you and returned to staring ahead, “yes y/n.” You could tell something was bothering him but you decided not to push it, it was clear he didn’t trust you.

The elevator doors opened and Markus was leaning on a desk, talking to North. She gave you a dirty look as Markus smiled, “Hello, is there something I can do?”

You forced a smile and began walking toward him, “Hello, I was wondering if there were any androids that have memory issues? Last night Connor had tried to install some kind of update and it seems like he reset or something?” You gestured at the android who was still standing next to the elevator. He began to walk toward you, LED yellow as he processed everything in the room and some.

“Yes, we’ve had a few reports but they all were temporary,” he said, walking to you, mimicking Connor’s movements, “you might have to jog his memory if it takes too long.”

You smiled, genuinely grateful for his advice, “thank you!” You turned to Connor, about to say something when you felt Markus’ hand on your wrist. You turned back, wondering if you cut him off too soon. Before you could ask Connor’s hand wrapped around Markus’ wrist, LED flashing red as he acted before thinking. 

Markus smirked and released you, “I wish you luck y/n.” You pressed your lips together and nodded. You grabbed Connor and headed to the elevator.

Once its doors shut you muttered, “I thought I told you to keep appearances.”

“You did.” 

You frowned, “are you okay? You sorta lost it back there.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered closing his eyes. He kept them closed until you reached the ground floor. He stormed out of the elevator, not looking to see if you were following him. You almost had to run to match his pace as he charged to some unknown destination.

“Connor,” you called, he seemed to be in a trance, he kept going, “Connor stop!” you tried again. He didn’t listen and kept walking. When he finally stopped you felt like collapsing. “What the fuck was that about?” He let his head drop, his shoulders heaving with each pant. Curiously you placed a hand on his cheek, seeing how much he was overheating. You didn’t expect him to lean into your touch and just as soon as you noticed, he pulled away and turned away from you.

“I couldn’t contact Amanda,” he huffed, “something’s wrong.”

You snorted, “yeah, isn’t that because you deviated…?”

“I’ve never deviated,” he said, adjusting his tie.

“You did when they tried to get you to kill their leader, Markus.”

“If I don’t remember deviating did I ever?”

“It’s not like trees falling. You broke through your programming, even if you forgot that you did, it's not like it would re-manifest itself.”

He paused, deep in thought, “tell me to do something.”

“What?”

“Command me”

“You’d only do it because you wanted to.”

“Try it-”

“It wouldn’t work.”

“y/n, please…”

You chewed on your lip, “stand on the railing.”

He looked at the railing then at you, “that’s too easy.”

“Then do it.”

“It’s not registering as a command, try something else.”

“It’s not registering as a command because you don’t need to follow commands.” He leaned against the railing, wanting to have to climb on top of it. He groaned and crouched down. You crouched beside him, “when you first deviated, you were scared and confused. You were worried none of the androids would be on your side and you’d be alone.” He looked at you, “but then, as time went on, they came ‘round. You were a great leader, uh co-leader, with Markus. They admired you for how well you interacted with humans and how good you were. And as you realized this, you became more of your goofy confident self.” You placed your hand on his back and smiled, “I like that side of you.”

His brows furrowed together and he looked at you intently. You cleared your throat, “ahem, anyway Markus said something about jogging your memory, and I was thinking we could do something you like…”

He smiled, “well what do I like doing?”

“You like reading, listening to music…” you trailed off, trying to think of something he’d like.

“Have I gone to a Fair?” he asked.

“No, but I’ve got-”

He turned to you, “then we should go!”

“But it won’t jog your memory…”

“Having fun might.”

“Then let’s go!” you said, hooking your arm through his.

He led you to the small fair they had set up in a field. You took him to the games that had the best prizes and he won them of course. You only won five prizes when they realized he was an android and banned him from playing. You tried playing a few but lost.

“Man,” you sighed, I really wanted to get you a prize…”

He smiled, “well you’re funding this whole thing so it’s already like a prize.”

“That’s one way to look at it I guess,” you huffed, pursing your lips.

“Do you have any rides you want to go on?”

“A couple, is it safe for you to join me?”

“No, some of the rides weren’t meant to hold androids,” you frowned, “but we can ride the Ferris wheel before we go.”

“That sounds good!” you smiled. As the two of you boarded the gondola, you arranged the prizes like they were sitting too. The way Connor looked at you didn’t go unnoticed. You sat in silence as the gondola ascended. You went around a few laps before it paused at the top.

“Have you had a good time?” you asked, keeping your eyes trained on the horizon.

“Of course,” he said.

“Remember anything?”

“Everything.”

Your eyes shot to his, “what? Really? When?”

He squirmed, suddenly embarrassed, “uh- when you told me about how I was after I deviated.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “I just wanted you to have a good time today, and if it was too much trouble I can pay you back for it-” he looked at you at the exact moment you could no longer hide your smile, “what?”

“You’re such a dork,” you laughed, “even if you had your memories I’d come here with you!”

He was clearly overheating but he refused to start breathing, “I didn’t think you would…”

“Why not?” The wheel began turning again, it was going to be your turn to get off soon.

“I don’t know…”

“I think you do,” you smirked and leaned forward. He looked at you as his LED spun yellow, “Don’t think too hard now, you might break something.”

“I like you a lot y/n,” he muttered, fidgeting with one of the prizes, “and I didn’t think you liked me back.”

“Didn’t?” you smirked, “I’m glad you know better now.”

“Wait- you-” he sputtered, surprised by your confession.

“Yeah, I was basically singing your praise today and you still didn’t notice?” 

His eyes flickered to your lips then down to his lap, “not really. I thought you were encouraging me.”

“I was but I don’t think I’d be that encouraging if I didn’t like you.”  Before he could say anything the gondola arrived at the bottom of the wheel. The doors swung open and you grabbed some of the prizes while Connor grabbed the rest. You ordered a couple of cars and walked to the gates.

The first car pulled up, “I’d like to do this again sometime,” Connor said, still a little fidgety.

“Me too,” you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, “see you next time!” He smiled and waved awkwardly as you stepped into the car. He could wait to see you again.

#connor detroit bh #connor dbh #connor rk800 #connor detroit become human #rk800 #Markus dbh #Hank dbh #hank anderson #detroid become human #dbh #connor x y/n #connor x reader #connor x you #fluff #connor fluff #rk800 fluff #connor rk800 x reader

[frickingnerd]

marcus with a chaotic s/o

pairing: marcus x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, fluff, clumsy reader

you were a mess, but you were marcus' mess

your chaotic personality always caused you to end up in the most ridiculous situations and your boyfriend always had to get you out of them again

whether it was creating a mess while trying to sort the equipment or attempting to cook, marcus always had to clean up after you

and afterwards, he'd always scold you, though he was never too harsh with you

he knew you weren't creating chaos on purpose and that you just kept messing up

he couldn't be mad at you when you were genuinely trying your best

besides, even if he had to clean up your messes, he at least had some variety in his day and got to spend some time with you

and with someone as chaotic as yourself, it never got boring…

#fire emblem marcus x reader #fire emblem marcus #fe marcus x reader #fe marcus #marcus x reader #markus #marcus fire emblem #fire emblem blazing blade #fe7 #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #hcs #established relationship #dating

[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

-

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

#dbh connor #rk800 x reader #connor x reader #dom!connor #sub!reader #female!reader #chubby!reader #short!reader #detroit become human #connor imagine #connor x y/n #connor x you #connor smut

[caelivir]

secrets kept between stars | orter madl

— synopsis. in which orter madl tries to understand you

— pairing. orter madl x gn visionary reader

— genres. fluff, some angst, a little comfort, orter in major denial

— warnings. implied child abuse on reader but there are no descriptions.

— word count. 4.7k

— notes. markus is a made up character. i am reposting this… enjoy!

“Hey Orter!” You call over the wind that beats down at your face. It sends goosebumps throughout your entire body, but there’s no time to worry about it. You were soaring in the sky, riding the broom that you mastered years ago, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“What is it?” Orter responds, although barely audible. The wind drowns him out, and he refuses to yell.

“Let’s make a bet,” You suggest, a mischievous smile donning your features. Orter doesn’t even attempt to hide the scowl and glare directed towards you as you spoke those words. His reaction makes you grin wider.

The Desert Cane brings his face back to front, as if to focus on what’s ahead (and not the idiot to the right of him). “Now’s not the time for your games, (Y/N), especially now.”

The only reason Orter has to put up with you and your antics is because of the attack coordinated by the Madjinn. If he wanted to, he would have handled the Madjinn by himself, no sweat. But direct orders from Wahlberg say otherwise, and who would dare cross him?

“Come on,” You pout, clearly disregarding his opinions. “Let’s raise the stakes a bit.”

“The stakes are high enough.”

You pause for a moment. The gears in your head running at a hundred miles per hour to figure out how you can rope him into your offer. The two of you are about to drop in on perhaps the most destructive creatures of your world, and yet, you don’t seem to be bothered by the fact. That’s why Orter can not work with you. You’re too carefree, too busy chasing the thrills provided by this magic filled world. It makes him wonder why the hell you even became a Visionary if you weren’t going to take it seriously.

No matter how many hours he spent trying to grasp the reasons behind all of your brazen thoughts and actions, he came up with an answer that would equate to a grand total of nothing. That was the other problem with you. You are complex beyond his understanding.

“How about this?” You start, preparing to share your suggestion with him. “A simple competition.”

Orter stares distantly, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a bit curious about what you were about to offer.

A proud smirk glazes over your face. “I bet that I can defeat more Madjinn than you. If I’m right, you owe me a favor, and vice versa.”

Now that is loaded. You’re strong. Orter is not denying that. If you weren’t then it just wouldn’t be logical for you to be a Divine Visionary. But to imply that you could do better than him does not sit soundly with him.

“So Madl, what’s it going to be?” You cock your head to the side, throwing a glance his way, taking in his stone-cold expression. He slides the frames of his round glasses up the bridge of his nose.

You’re plotting something. You always are. Orter knows better than to fall for your tricks.

He gives in.

“Suit yourself.”

You flash a smile, knowing that’s as close to a yes as you were ever going to get. Without another word, you tip yourself backwards off your broom. Orter’s eyes widen slightly as you freefall from the sky. It takes him a moment to process what just happened. His body reacts faster than his mind. Before he knows it, he’s riding his broom to follow you down.

Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck was he doing going after you?

You’re approaching the ground at a speed that would have any normal person screaming in terror. But you would much rather die than be normal. Orter doesn’t get it. You play with life and death as if it were some game. He considers going in to save you. He considers whether he should offer his hand or use his magic to protect you. He swears that he’s thinking about this in a logical perspective because one Divine Visionary dying is a hindrance to the rest. But deep down, his heart betrays his mind, telling him that his reasonings have nothing to do with logic. He denies that too.

There’s a Madjinn coming into view. And the thought of saving you flies out his head as he finally pieces together your careless action. You pull out your wand from your coat, (it surprisingly has not gotten lost during the descent), yet you make no move to cast a spell. Every passing second of your inaction stresses Orter. What are you waiting for?

Orter’s about ready to take this matter into his own hands. The cantation of a spell is at the tip of his tongue, but before he can get the first word out, the Madjinn vanishes. Every trace of its existence disappears with it. The Desert Cane can’t help but turn your way. Any sign of your previous playfulness is buried under your emotionless face.

You land onto the earth’s dirt with ease. Orter realizes he unknowingly summoned his sand to soften your landing. He remains suspended on his broom, observing you from above. You meet his cold eyes with your own. The Madjinn slip past the barriers of your minds as if they aren’t currently terrorizing the world, and for a moment, it’s just the two of you.

But then you break out into that shit-eating grin while holding up a single finger. One. Orter snaps himself back to reality. You had just defeated a Madjinn like lightwork, and he didn’t even know how. You’re strong. He knows that, but looking back, when has he ever had an opportunity to witness your magic in person? Before today, you’ve only ever taken solo missions. Wahlberg doesn’t allow anyone to accompany you no matter how dangerous it is.

So that begs the question,

Just what the hell are you?

Orter lets out a huff of breath as he watches the sixth Madjinn fall to the will of his sand, an enormous hole blasted into its chest. He pushes his glasses up the frame of his nose. He hovers in the air for one last moment, eyes scanning the scape of the land to ensure that there are no other monsters.

After obtaining the confirmation he needs, Orter guides himself back onto the loose soil of the earth. He brushes off microscopic specks of dirt off the sleeves of his black robe. A snap of a branch captures the attention of the Visionary. His eyes follow the darkness of the trees. He waits for something, anything, to pop out. He grips his wand in anticipation.

Instead, it’s only you. The cool face you held earlier was more relaxed. Dirt and sweat smears across your entire face. You quickly spot Orter, and you break out into your standard warm smile.

“Oh hey, Orter.” You greet. There’s a slight stumble to your steps, but he can see you’re putting every ounce of your effort into keeping straight. “You alright? You didn’t get too fucked up by any Madjinn, did you?”

Orter Madl swallows down the urge to reprimand you for your choice of words. He’s aware of the joking tone laced in your words, but nonetheless, the concern twists his stomach.

“By the way, how many did you get?” You follow up with a twinkle in your eyes that displays your excitement. The bet. You were talking about the bet he agreed to in the sky.

Orter adjusts his glasses out of habit as he sighs, “Six.”

You stare at him with wide, bright eyes, lips tugging into a wide smile. He couldn’t read it. What were you trying to express to him? Did he win? Did he lose? Hold on. Why the fuck does it even matter to him?

“Let me know when you want to cash in that favor,” You respond with a wink. But before he could even pitch in, your eyes roll to the back of your head, legs giving out.

And you fall.

“They’ll be fine,” The nurse informs. “They overexerted themselves while using their magic, but they’ll be back on their feet after a few days' rest.”

“Alright, thank you.” Ryoh nods. The nurse takes it as a sign to dismiss herself.

With your caretaker out of the room, Ryoh lets out a heavy sigh. Orter observes your sleeping figure, studying every inch of your face. You’re… serene, like an angel, he thinks. The energy that typically bursts through you during the day is locked away. The goddamn smile you wear on your face finally takes a break here. This is you, you at zero percent. And all it took for you to reach that is two couples of Madjinn. For a Visionary, that should be lightwork. Perhaps a little draining but not to the point where you collapse. Just what kind of limits did your magic have? He digs through his mind, searching for any reasonable explanation that would answer that. He comes up with zilch.

Ryoh collapses himself onto a chair by your bed, legs crossed. “You really are an idiot. Always trying to act like you're the best magic user in the world when we both know that it’s me,” He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Orter wonders if you can hear him. “You’re gonna get an earful from me when you wake up.”

Orter doesn’t know why he stays. He could’ve left the moment after he dropped you off, but he didn’t. Even when Ryoh learned of your condition and assured him that it was okay for him to leave, he didn’t. You’re foolish. Foolish for not realizing the limits of your magic. Foolish for pushing yourself further than you should have. It’s stupid. He’s stupid. He’s stupid for being so worked up over you despite the fact that you’re fine. Stupid for letting you dominate his thoughts when he’s “convinced” that he doesn’t care about you.

“If you’re gonna stay, you might as well pull up a chair or something,” Ryoh remarks, slicing the quietness that engulfed the infirmary.

Orter exhales lightly. “There’s no need.”

“Whatever suits you, man.”

They fall back into the rhythm of silence, both too prideful to speak to the other despite working with each other for months.

“Hey Orter,” Ryoh starts, eyebrows creased slightly. “What do you really know about (Y/N)?”

It’s a simple question really, yet Orter can’t follow. He’s known you for years, knows the surface of your persona but never anything beyond that. He’s never bothered to dive into personal facts. That’s exactly what Ryoh is trying to pry at. What did he know about your pastimes, your magic, your history, literally anything?

And the answer was that Orter doesn’t know. He doesn’t know you at all.

Ryoh offers a small, sympathetic smile. He offers it like he knows it well. “Can’t come up with anything? Not surprised.”

Orter’s lips twitch onto a frown. “What does that mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Orter. This has to do more with (Y/N) than it does with you,” Ryoh assures with a wave of his hands. His elbow finds the cushion of your bed. The mattress dips slightly under his weight. He presses his palm into the skin of his cheek, fingers drumming along his skin. “I’m not under any derestriction to say this, but (Y/N) couldn’t share anything with you even if they wanted to.”

With a skeptical glance, Orter begins to ask, “What are you talki-”. There’s a slight stir under the thin coverings of your hospital bed. A faint whine breaks through your lips. Your eyelids twitch, but you don’t make a move to wake.

Your mini disturbance prevents Orter from eliciting anything more out of Ryoh. But from what he could tell, the Light Cane wasn’t planning on sharing anymore either. Instead, he’s left with more questions than answers, and they’re swimming in his mind.

“I’ll see you later, Orter.” Ryoh says at the door, but he knows Orter is too distant for him to bother with a response back. The blonde’s lips tug into a minuscule grin before he’s off to his next destination.

There’s always been some sort of force to you. The kind of force that draws others to you whether they like it or not. It’s not a spell, not any sort of magic. It’s just… you. Orter knows it. He himself has fallen victim to it. Pull them in, but don’t let them get too close. You live by that. And with the new information from Ryoh, Orter can’t help but wonder how much of it was real. How many lies spilled from your mouth for the sake of whatever you had to protect?

It’s another late night at the Bureau for Orter. Paperwork always seems to find him. The space in his office is illuminated with the flames of candlelight. With the tip of his quill dipped in black, he signs off the final signature of the night.

Orter leans into the back of his chair. His eyes find the ceiling. He studies it as if it was going to whisper the secrets of life into his ear. He deems it useless – sitting around doing nothing, that is. He decides on a stroll around the Bureau. Maybe that’ll be a good way to waste time, or maybe someone else will bother him with more work. The latter is less likely. There isn’t much action during this time of night. There are sure to be a few stragglers, but none have any business with Orter.

His steps reverberate through the halls, echoing down the stairs. He passes by a couple of unfamiliar faces that offer him stiff nods of acknowledgement. He has no clear destination in mind. His legs make all the decisions before his brain can process it. They lead him down familiar paths, and eventually, Orter finds himself in front of the library entrance. Its towering mahogany door is cracked open slightly, strange in the fact that it’s past its closing time.

Curiosity takes over him. The door creaks on its hinges as he opens it, and Orter nearly cringes at the sound. He steps in. He mutters a spell under his breath to light up the tip of his wand, illuminating the darkened space. He cuts his wand across the air of the room. The collections of books become visible for a brief moment before hiding in the darkness once more. Step after step, he ventures deeper into the labyrinth of novels and textbooks.

He finds nothing to indicate what had opened the door of the library. Perhaps this was just a waste of time—time Orter could’ve spent sleeping. Maybe he should chalk it all up to the head librarian locking up incorrectly. That lady is as old as a bat. It’s a miracle to see her functioning properly on the job.

He’s a split second away from turning his back and leaving. There’s a sudden yelp coming from the back that makes him pause in his steps, a crash that lands on the carpeted floor. Without a second thought, Orter’s quick to dodge tables and bookshelves. His legs carry him to the source of the sound.

He finds you holding your left hip as your face contorts into expressions of pain. The spines of the book brush against the sides of his shoes, but he pays no attention to them.

“What are you doing?” Orter looks upon you with shock and perhaps a smidge of horror.

“Oh hey, Orter,” You respond between winces.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” He whispers sharply.

“That’s a good point, a great point even, but I’m going to be honest with you-”

“You forgot? You didn’t think about it? You don’t care?” Orter lists all of your typical excuses at the top of his head.

Your lips contort into a bright smile. All the pain that coursed through your body dissipates, and for a moment, Orter forgets he’s even mad at you.

“You know me so well, Madl.” You tease with a hand over your heart.

“Do I though?” Orter mutters under his breath, not expecting that you’d catch it. But you do.

Your smile falters, eyes softening. You don’t hold back, don’t try to play it off. Just like how you dove headfirst into the Madjinn, you don’t hesitate to confront someone face to face. Sometimes Orter can’t tell if it’s one of your better traits.

“What do you know?” Your voice is soft, hinted with fear.

Orter runs his tongue over his lips. He smooths back his mess of hair with a comb of his hand, but it falls back into the same place as before. “Not much.”

There’s silence. Neither of you know what to say. That is until an idea pops into the Desert Cane’s mind. It’s a shot. It’s a hit or miss if you’ll agree to it.

“Can I use my favor?”

“What?”

“My favor,” Orter steps towards you. “The one from the bet.”

“That’s sudden but sure,” You shrug.

He takes a breath. It’s now or never.

“Tell me who you are. No lies or any other fake information. I want the truth.”

For a moment, you don’t say anything. You stare at him, searching his eyes for any sign that he’s messing with you, but all that could be found is determination. Orter is set on obtaining the truth, and you know that nothing you say will stop him until he gets what he wants, and frankly, you’ve always wanted him to know.

“You’re gonna hate me for it.” You admit in a whisper, eyes cast down.

“That is for me to decide.” Orter shoots back. You fall into another beat of silence.

“Come with me.”

The top of the Bureau overlooks the entire town. It’s a place not visited by many, but when it is, they’ll find the best view the realm has to offer. It’s a haven for you, an escape from the horrors of work and the overall busyness of life.

The moonlight casts a glow on the ledge you and Orter sit. A breeze tickles your face. You snuggle into the warmth of your visionary robe as much as you could.

“Orter,” You begin, a solemn look on your face. “What do you know about Markus?”

“Markus,” Orter repeats. “He’s one of the most heinous criminals known to mankind. Not to mention an underling of Innocent Zero.”

But what did Markus have to do-

“What would you do if I told you I was his child?”

Orter’s head snaps towards you, but you’re facing straight ahead.

That’s a joke. You have to be joking. It has to be-

“If you think I’m joking, I’m not,” You enforce as if reading his mind. You avert your gaze to meet Orter’s. “You wanted the truth? This is it.”

The man next to you is stunned into silence. There isn't anything he can say. All he can do is wait for you to explain.

You take a breath. “My father was one of the worst people alive,” You laugh bitterly. “So much to the point where I don’t even think I can even call him a person.”

“You think he would change his ways once a child came around,” You continue with a sigh. “But I guess I wasn’t enough to make the shittiest man alive turn into a good person. Not that I’d want him to be. The things he did…”

You grip the material of your robe so tight that you could practically pierce the fabric. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to stop them from quivering. You shoot your eyes towards him. “They’re unforgivable. Even if he did change, I would’ve hated for him to live a peaceful life knowing that he’s made others miserable, including mine.”

The stars are intrigued by the heart-to-heart conversation you’re sharing with Orter. There’s far too many of them out tonight, not that you minded. This ledge of the Bureau and the lights of the night have heard all your stories, but they don’t dare share it with the world. There’s no one for them to share it with.

Being open with humans is different. Being vulnerable can cost you. Humans are not the same as stars. They can betray you, abandon you in a single moment when you share your darkest secrets with them. Stars won’t. They keep to themselves, confining themselves to the space beyond earth.

He’s by the books, follows every law and constitution there is set. Orter knows where his sense of justice lies, and when you reveal your all to him, you know that justice is not going to lie with you. You wonder if this is the right decision you’re making, trusting Orter like you do a star. He may resent you. Hell, he might try to kill you too. But if there’s a chance, a small hope that he might not, then you’ll take it with both hands.

“If it weren’t for my magic, he would’ve killed me.” You admit. You take a breath, letting the cool air flow through your lungs.

“Your magic. What is it?” Orter questions.

“Markus called it Void Magic.”

“Void?”

“It sends things,” A pause between your next words. “to a void. I don’t know where. I’ve never been. But wherever I send them, they never come back.”

Orter calculates the words that will spill out of his mouth. You don’t let him, instead choosing to continue on with your tale.

“I was forced to use that magic for bad things, Orter,” Your voice breaks as you say it, and Orter swears he sees your eyes shine with tears.

“He would take me with him to carry out his orders. Told me to send things away. Innocents sent away by my command. I didn’t want to, believe me, I didn’t want to, but if I refused…” You inhaled as an effort to compose yourself. “Let’s just say I had to suffer the consequences, things no child should ever have to experience.”

“How’d you escape him?” Orter asks so delicately that it surprises himself.

A bitter smile takes your face. “Wahlberg. He saved me.”

Orter briefly recalls the details of Markus’s arrest from years ago. The papers said that the Bureau had been able to grasp the location of the heinous criminal. He was cornered by a number of potent mages, including Wahlberg himself. After a vicious battle, Markus was arrested and imprisoned deep within Hecatrice. What the papers never mentioned, though, was a child.

“He saved me from execution. He covered my identity and cut off any ties that I had with Markus. He told me that my magic could be used for good if I honed it right. And I wanted to be good. I wanted to bury the monster that bastard forced onto me. Wahlberg helped me with that. He helped me with everything. That’s why I’m still here today.

“It’s still so difficult. I fear that some day I’ll be spit on by society for what I did. Some days I fear that monster will crawl out again, and everything I worked for ends up being for nothing. That’s why I refuse to get close to anyone. I’m scared that I could end up sending them to the void by accident, because even now, there are still aspects of my magic that I don’t understand.

“I drown in my fear, and from that fear, spawned the front I present to you and to everyone in this goddamn world… Some days I wish that they killed me that day.”

Those last words fall from your lips quietly. Orter wishes you would take it back despite the protests of his mind.

“What keeps you going on the other days?” Orter inquires. That shouldn’t matter to him though.

A look of fondness fills your eyes, and the sadness that weighed down your heart is burned away.

“The fact that I can be better than Markus ever was. The fact that I am free.”

Minutes of silence fall between you two after that. The information that you’ve dumped on him is still processing in his mind. Orter doesn’t get it. His mind, his sense of justice, tells him that you should be punished, to suffer the sins of your crimes. It whispers that your place in society should be stripped away. And his heart, which is so attuned with his mind, counters otherwise. For once they don’t fall into agreement.

(Y/N) is not their father. It tells him. They were only a child forced into the will of their parent. They’re doing better — being better, is that not enough for you?

What should it matter? His mind argues.

“Do you hate me now?” You ask, hesitant. Fearful.

And for once, he’s at a loss. Orter Madl, who’s so sure about everything in his life, has not a single clue in how he should approach your question.

You know the answer, coward. His heart barks. It’s been in front of you this entire time.

And it dawns on him. It hits him like a sprinting horse, knocking the air out of his chest. So that was it. It was something so simple, yet he twisted it to be more complex than it actually was.

“I should,” Orter answers. “All my morals point me in that direction. My head is all for it.” His hands slide the frames of his glasses up. Your eyes track the movement.

“Yet I cannot find it in me to follow it. You’ve consumed my thoughts, filled my mind so much that I made it my mission to figure you out. I wanted to understand you, and I brushed it off as plain curiosity, but it was never that.”

Your heart catches along with your breath. Your head is lost in confusion.

“I am enamored by you. It was always easy as that.”

Orter finds your eyes, full of light and wonder. A gulp trembles down his throat. He makes the mistake of trailing his gaze down to your slightly parted lips and his breath pauses.

It’s as if time slows down to a point where it becomes unmoving. Everything drowns out, and it’s just you and him and the heavenly beings that look on with anticipation from their places in the night sky.

Your hand reaches out for his face. Your fingers delicately sweep strands of hairs out of his eyes.

“I tried. I tried to bury my feelings for you, yet I continued to fail. You have captured my heart, Orter Madl, and it is yours to keep.”

Orter is not prepared for what possesses him next. He closes the space between your bodies. His hand finds the soft skin of your cheek, caressing it so gently that you feel like you could fly. Your lips move in sync with some timidness, adjusting to the feel of each other. Your lips are warm, and it lights every fire within Orter.

He kisses you for every time he wished you near him. You kiss him back for every unspoken word that built in your heart.

Orter thinks he could do this for centuries, spend all his time with his mouth against yours. The way your hands run through the hair on the back of his head is euphoric. He wants you to do that for all of eternity.

When you pull away for air, a selfish part of him wants to bring you back. You opt for a smile, and he settles for that too, for it is something he engraves into his memories.

His forehead presses onto yours, and he exhales joyously. Your body relaxes into his.

“I promise you,” Orter whispers. “I promise you that I will help you in any way I can. I will be a light in your journey.”

Another smile graces your face. You respond to him by sealing your lips with his once more, assuring him that his promise is understood.

The stars always knew that though, but that was yet another secret they kept to themselves.

#anime #manga #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #orter madl #orter madl x reader #orter x reader #from kor ; ♆

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FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL | SEBASTIAN V. & LEWIS H.

pairings: lewis hamilton x fem!reader / sebastian vettel x fem!reader (with a lovely cameo from Markus Webber) 

warnings: swearing. implied infidelity. 

time stamp: june 21, 2021

author's note: this is an INTRODUCTORY chapter so certain things won't make sense now, but they will make sense later, luvies !! anyway- im so excited about this revamp and i hope old gentle hit readers will like it as well <3 

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''I don't know what you're doing out here, there aren't any courts around.'' 

Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me. 

Y/N glanced up from her phone, being met with the smiling face of Sebastian- a sight she had been able to ignore the ongoing weekend. 

''The courts don't need me today.'' Her words came out more passive aggressive than she had meant to, but the German driver's sudden appearance caught her off guard. ''Don't you think I should be asking you what you're doing here? I'm afraid you're in the wrong garage.'' She plastered a fake smile on her face, something Sebastian noticed in an instant. 

''Yeah, I, uh, wanted to talk to Lewis.'' He explained, leaning his arm on the wall. 

The Frenchwoman looked to where her partner was standing, deep in conversation with Bono and Angela. ''He's a little busy right now.'' 

''It seems so,'' he didn't glance over Lewis, his eyes staying on her, ''it's been a while since I've seen you.'' Sebastian stated, resting his head against his arm. 

Y/N nodded. ''Yeah, that's true. My schedule hasn't been working out too well with all the races this year.'' Her tennis tournaments and Lewis' races had been coinciding rather too much in her opinion. She felt guilty that she couldn't be there to support her boyfriend as much as he had been there for her. 

''That's too bad, but you've been doing really well this year.'' He told her, unconsciously admitting that he had been keeping tabs on her season. 

The tennis player raised her eyebrow, a little surprised at the unexpected compliment. ''Well, I appreciate that,'' she thanked him, ''although, I hope you're not stalking me.'' Despite the sarcastic tone in her voice, there was a truth to her words. 

''I've always been a fan, you know that.'' The Aston Martin driver retorted. 

Y/N let out a sigh. ''You're not here to see Lewis, are you, Sebastian?'' He got goosebumps as his name left her lips, lots of time had passed since the last time that happened. 

''The word was going around that you were here, wanted to see it with my own eyes.'' Sebastian revealed his real reason for his appearance at the Mercedes garage. 

The woman in front of him had an unimpressed look on her face. ''That's the kinda gossip everyone discusses here? It really gets more boring with each year that goes by.'' If her attendance was the biggest topic of the day, she didn't have very high hopes for the other ''gossips'' that went around the paddock. 

''I mean- you've always been the talk of the town here, haven't you?'' The comment made her cringe, a hard time controlling her facial expressions. ''And normally you make these grand entrances so people weren't too sure whether you were actually here or not.'' 

''I'm here for Lewis.'' Y/N stated, a bigger meaning behind her words than seemed on the surface. 

Sebastian let out a weird mix between a scoff and a chuckle, momentarily glimpsing at the ground. ''I don't doubt that you're here for Lewis, Y/N.'' 

He lied, he did doubt it. Many events had transpired between the pair for him to doubt her intentions and support for his longtime rival and eventually turned friend. Or in other words, Sebastian was convinced he had every right to raise his suspicions over Y/N and Lewis' relationship. 

''Can we not do this now?'' She didn't have the energy or interest to engage in a conversation with Sebastian about the obvious elephant in the room. 

The German had an answer ready, but was interrupted by a curious Brit approaching them. ''Hey, Seb! How are you, man?'' Lewis greeted him, holding out his fist. 

Sebastian quickly dropped the agitated expression on his face, wearing a soft smile instead. ''I'm good, and you?'' 

''Yeah, I'm good- feeling ready for today.'' Lewis was blissfully unaware of the tension in the air, happily grinning while putting an arm around his girlfriend's waist. ''Good conditions, I think it's going to be a nice race.'' 

''I think so too, looked really good out there.'' The younger man confirmed his words, glancing in-between the couple. 

Lewis nodded to what he was saying. ''Where are you starting again?'' The Mercedes driver asked, forgetting where his friend had ended up in qualifying. 

''Oh, P12.'' Sebastian quickly answered. 

''Well, I know you're gonna do great, man.'' Lewis had felt bad for the man, going from a top team to one that could barely make it into Q2. However, he knew Seb and that he would extract everything he could from his car. 

An appreciative smile appeared on the driver's face. ''Thank you, Lewis.'' 

''So, uh, what were you guys talking about?'' 

How his ''friend'' is here to see me and not you. 

A small panic flashed through Sebastian's eyes as he looked at Y/N who seemed more calm about her boyfriend's curiosity. ''Apparently, my attendance today has been the talk of the paddock so far.'' She chuckled, her eyes on Lewis. 

The 7x World Champion giggled at her answer, squeezing her hip. ''Really? That sounds like my girl.'' 

Sebastian observed the way they were wrapped up in each other, an ugly feeling resting in his stomach. He hated how natural it looked for them, how easy it was for them to show affection. Above all, Sebastian secretly despised the way she had her eyes set on her partner. She looked enthralled by Lewis as if he was the only person in the world at that moment. 

He despised it, because that is how the woman's eyes used to stare at him.  

The best word to describe Sebastian and Y/N's history was complicated, and even that term didn't do their relationship justice. 

They first met in 2008 at the Italian Grand Prix where Sebastian took his first ever Formula 1 race win. She had been invited by his French teammate to the Toro Rosso garage, ultimately bumping into the 21 year-old German. 

It didn't take them too long to become close friends; they share a birth year, both are incredibly passionate about their sport and the two of them have a special talent in pushing other people's buttons in a charming way. 

It almost seemed like a cheesy rom com where the two protagonists meet and despite their different careers, they fall in love and live happily ever after. 

However, there is a huge emphasis on the word 'almost', because in a traditional rom com the male protagonist doesn't have a long term girlfriend who he swore he was going to marry someday. In an ideal world, that's where their story should have ended. 

But this isn't an ideal world. 

''He's here for you,'' she pointed from Sebastian to Lewis, ''so I'll leave you two.'' Sebastian wanted to protest, suggesting to leave himself, but she was already making her way to Tiffany who was standing on the opposite side of the garage. 

Sebastian's eyes followed her steps, swiftly turning his head once Lewis started speaking. ''What's up, man?'' 

''Nothing, I just, uh, wanted to, uh,'' the German figured he should have come up with at least a probable excuse to talk to Lewis before coming to the Mercedes camp, ''there's, uh, this new project I'm working on and I would love to talk to you about it, but maybe we can do it another time, I think we, uh, have to get ready.'' He rambled on, simply wanting to go back to his own team. 

''Yeah, that's alright. I can't wait to hear what you've been developing!'' The Brit knew that whatever his friend had been planning, would be a great success and he felt touched that Seb wanted to share his ideas with him. 

Sebastian put up a happy facade to hide his discomfort, ''Thanks,'' guilt crept up on him at the sight of Lewis' genuine excitement over the mere talk about something he had been working on, ''I have to go now, but I'll see you out on track.'' 

They shared a small hug, patting each other on the back. ''Yeah, good luck, man.'' They bid each other goodbye, each resuming their own pre-race routine. 

Y/N has subtly observed the conversation between the two world champions, trying hard not to show her satisfaction at the visible nerves on Sebastian's face and the awkwardness in his behaviour. 

''By the way, I really like your outfit today. It looks great on you.'' Tiffany complimented her, shifting the athlete's focus from Lewis to the Australian cyclist. ''Thank you, I absolutely love your dress! Black really suits you.'' Y/N returned the favour, scanning the woman's dress. 

''Thank you so much, I wasn't too sure about-'' 

''Sorry, Tiff! Can I borrow her for a second?'' Lewis interrupted her, his arms instinctively finding their way around her. 

Tiffany pretended to be offended, but excused them. ''I'll go find my own man.'' She winked, walking over to where Valtteri was getting ready for the race. 

''Seb said that he wanted to talk about some project he had been working on, and I was thinking that maybe we could go and have drinks with him later tonight? Maybe invite Val and Tiffany as well? I don't know, what do you think?'' 

Y/N took in his words, pretending to deeply think about it while already knowing she would not let that happen. ''A project? Did he say what it is about?'' She asked him, attempting to stretch the time she had to think about how she could politely tell Lewis she did not want to get drinks with the Aston Martin driver. 

''He didn't tell me, he said he would tell me after the race.'' Her partner answered, a slight pout on his face. 

Probably something about his bees. 

The younger woman nodded, a bit confused on why Sebastian wouldn't just tell Lewis. ''That's, uh, too bad.'' She noted. 

''So what do you think? You think it's a good idea?'' Lewis asked once again, looking her in the eyes, wanting her validation that it was a great suggestion. 

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. ''Yeah, it's been a while since we've done something with Val and Tiff alone.'' She realised she had to consider Lewis' feelings and if he wanted to get drinks with his friend, he should be able to, even if she didn't like it. 

''I'll suggest it to him when we're done here today,'' he pulled her closer, kissing her temple, ''I have to get ready now. I love you, darling.'' A peck on the lips and Lewis approached Angela who was keeping hold of his gear. 

The race itself wasn't that eventful beside a podium for Lewis. She proudly watched him with the rest of the Mercedes team as he stood on the second top step, sending him a wink and a flying kiss. 

Afterwards, they met up with each other in his driver's room. ''Mon chéri!'' Y/N embraced him, a strong hold on him. ''I know it's not the result you were hoping for, but I'm proud of you either way.'' She cupped his cheeks, hating the disappointment in his eyes. 

''Thank you, love.'' Lewis gave her a quick peck, knowing she isn't a fan of his sweaty form after his races. ''I still have the debrief with the team, but after that we can go and have those drinks.'' 

''Have you, uh, invited them yet?'' She referred to Sebastian, Valtteri and Tiffany. 

He shook his head. ''No, but I'm gonna ask Val now and I'll ask Seb afterwards.'' 

''That's great.'' She said through gritted teeth. Y/N had a small hope that Lewis had been able to ask Sebastian already, and that the German had cancelled or had come up with a believable excuse as to not having to go. 

Lewis pointed to his changing area. ''I'm gonna get out of this and then I'm on my way, darling.'' His champagne covered racing suit started to give him claustrophobia. 

''Okay,'' she smiled at him, ''you know what? I'm going to take a little walk around the paddock, cause I saw Mark earlier and I didn't have the chance to say hi.'' Y/N used to be a Red Bull athlete for almost ten years, making her an old regular of the Red Bull Racing garage. That's also the place where she became great friends with the Australian driver. 

''That's lovely, I'll text you as soon as I'm done, alright?'' Lewis grinned, delighted to hear she wasn't just going to sit and wait around for him. ''Say hi to Mark from me, darling.'' He winked before disappearing and changing into his Mercedes team wear. 

Y/N swiftly freshened herself up, Lewis and his champagne-smelling sweat still lingering on her body. She grabbed her vintage handbag and was out of the hospitality. 

She definitely underestimated how hard it would be to find Mark Webber in a Formula One paddock. Normally, he was quite easy to find or maybe he was always at the right places at the right time. 

The Frenchwoman grabbed her phone from her bag and searched for the Australian's contact, not planning to look like an idiot while searching for him. 

He didn't make her wait for too long, picking up the call after two rings. ''Hello, you cunt.'' Mark warmly greeted, a teasing tone present in his voice. 

''Where the fuck are you? I've been trying to find you for like the past 10 minutes, did you turn into a ghost or something?'' 

''Oh, you would love for me to haunt you, don't you, Y/N?'' She could hear the smirk on his face. 

Y/N almost snorted at his answer. She would have given him a witty comeback if it wasn't for the German man suddenly blocking her way. ''Uh, Markus, I'll call you right back.'' 

''Why?'' 

''There's a hazard in front of me and I don't know how long it's gonna take before it's fixed.'' She answered with an attitude, looking Sebastian right in the eye. 

The ''hazard'' let out a scoff, her straightforwardness seemed to have grown even more over the years. However, he was impressed by the accuracy of his new nickname. 

Mark chuckled on the other side. ''Alright- well, I'm by the paddock club with David so I'll wait here for you, mate.'' He said his goodbye, seemingly understanding that she was being held up by someone she wasn’t a huge fan of. 

Y/N hung up the phone, placing it in her bag again. She wanted nothing more than to cross her arms and roll her eyes at the man in front of her, but they were in public and she was painfully aware of the eyes on them. 

''I'm only smiling, cause that guy over there has his camera on us and I don't want to go through that again.'' The athlete warned Sebastian, not wanting him to think she was genuinely glad to see him. 

The urge to roll his own eyes had never been bigger. ''I'm really happy to see you too, Miss Y/L.'' 

''I really don't have time for this,'' she sighed, ''what can I tell you that's going to make you leave me alone?'' Her bluntness didn't surprise him, she had never been the one to beat around the bush. 

''I just saw you walking by and thought I might join you, you looked a bit lonely.'' He explained himself, his eyes focusing on hers. 

She momentarily frowned, quickly fixing her micro-expressions. ''We both know that's not a good idea, Sebastian.'' His name rolled off her lips with ease. 

''Why's that?'' He played dumb, he was aware why it wasn't a good idea. 

''You really want to go that route?'' She sarcastically chuckled, a taunting smile on her face. ''Okay. Because us talking to each other like this will bring everything up again and I don't want to open those old wounds again, and I don't think you want that either.'' Y/N spoke calmly, but there was a fire behind her words. 

The driver scratched his voice. ''Y/N, people are much more interested in your relationship with Lewis than they are in anything that has to do with me.'' A lot of time had passed, and Sebastian wanted to be able to talk to his old ''friend'' without being scared of what other people thought of it. 

She was disappointed by his response. ''You really don't get it, do you?'' The athlete shook her head. ''Like I said earlier, I don't have time for this. Now, if you will excuse me- I have somewhere to be.'' 

Y/N moved past him, remembered something. ''Oh, and if Lewis asks you to get drinks with us, you say no. Have a nice evening, Vettel.'' 

Just as in the Mercedes garage, Sebastian watched her leave- not minding that he looked like a lost puppy whose owner left them alone at home. 

''Too bad that Seb couldn't go.'' Lewis said, his eyes on the road and his right hand on her thigh. 

Y/N nodded to his words. ''Yeah… did he, uh, explain what his project was?'' She too had been curious about what the German had been working on. 

''Yeah, yeah! He's, uh, gonna do this t-shirt project to spread awareness about certain topics. For example, LGBTQ+, women in motorsport and all that stuff.'' Lewis summarised, echoing what his friend had explained to him. 

His girlfriend continued her nodding along. ''That's very interesting.'' 

''I know. I love how Seb is coming out of his shell these days- like since last year, he's been really stepping up and taking a stance against injustices. He would have never done this 10-12 years ago when he was with Red Bull.'' The Mercedes driver had always admired Sebastian, but ever since he took the knee with him the previous year in regards to the Black Lives Matter movement, Lewis had found a new level of appreciation for his rival. 

''That's really great, Lu. You seem very happy about it.'' No matter how complicated her and Sebastian's relationship was, she was relieved her partner had someone to stand beside him in the matters that he cared about. 

Lewis smiled at her words. ''I really am, darling.'' 

Upon seeing the genuine thankfulness on his face, guilt spread through her body. Y/N had never explained the true nature of her history with Sebastian to her significant other. Of course there were rumours about it back in the day that Lewis was aware of, but to him they seemed obviously overdramatised. 

She was keen on keeping everything that happened between her and Sebastian in his Red Bull days, in the past- Lewis didn't need to know about it. That was about the only thing both her and the German could agree on at the moment. 

The vibration of her phone barged in on her clouded mind. 

| UNKNOWN NUMBER I didn't mean to be insensitive earlier, I'm sorry. Good luck at Wimbledon, I know you'll do well! Love from Sebastian. 

Y/N had blocked and deleted his phone number years ago, but the 4x World Champion always appeared to always find a way back to her. 

''You're good over there?'' Lewis noticed her instant silence, quite uncharacteristic for her. 

Her head shot towards him. ''Yeah, sorry- something about Wimbledon.'' She mumbled, unsure of what to tell him. 

''Make sure you're there until the second week so I can come and see you play.'' He smirked, taking a glance at her reaction. 

She rolled her eyes at him, making him giggle. ''Great, now I actually have motivation to make it to the second week, not the fact that I have a title to defend.'' Y/N sarcastically thanked him. 

The tennis player had won the tournament three years in a row now, the 2020 edition being cancelled due to the covid pandemic. There was a lot of pressure on her to win the championship again, being one of the top players. 

''I know you're gonna win.'' Lewis stated, matter-of-factly. 

Y/N sighed. ''Don't say that, you know unpredictable these tournaments are, especially on grass.'' She appreciated her partner's confidence in her, but her own over-confidence had bitten her in the ass a few times in the past. 

''I'm sorry, darling. You know you're my number one, you're always the winner to me.'' He squeezed her thigh, caressing it right after. 

The side of her head rested against her chair, an appreciative look in her eyes. ''Merci, mon cher.'' She gave him a slow wink, one that her boyfriend imitated. ''You're welcome, love.'' 

''It doesn't happen that often that I replace Serena as number one, you know? So I'm gonna enjoy this moment.'' She teased, resulting in a pinch to her side from Lewis. 

''Don't you dare tell her, she'll kill me.'' 

''I'm definitely telling her.''

''Yeah, I know.''

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[zapreportsblog]

Yandere Caius X reader

Caius is quite protective and strict when it comes to the reader. That includes, not leaving the castle grounds and only speaking to kings including himself and the guards only.

One morning reader opens their eyes and sees that it’s snowing outside. Readers eyes immediately lights up as she sees the white and cold sky.

And so the reader decided to have a little fun and dresses up for the cold air to play outside in the backyard where the flowers usually go and where Markus usually takes his daily strolls, Caius DID say to stay at the castle grounds.

As she went outside and started playing and making a snowman, Caius on the other hand was furious that the reader might’ve ran off somewhere and was about to have Demitri do a search only to hear the readers soft laugh.

As he goes outside he sees reader making a snowman with a bright smile on her face making Caius calm down and gets distracted from her.

When reader noticed Caius was watching she decided to have a bit of fun and throw a snowball at him, which Caius decided to play readers game and throw one back.

After a while Caius notices that the reader is cold so he brought them back inside and to the kitchen to make them a hot chocolate.

This is just fluff with a dash of protectiveness❤️🤭

You guys are out of control, we all know yandere Caius would lock us up in a tower 😔🤌🏾

❝caius, knows best❞

✭ pairing : yandere caius volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : (y/n) is the mate of caius, and let’s just say he pretty much controls her every being but it’s only because he wants her to be safe. After all Caius knows best.

✭ authors note : l swear you twilight fans come up with the most interesting ideas but girl, yandere Caius? Oh nawwww

✭ twilight masterlist

Deep within the ancient halls of the Volturi castle, (y/n) found herself ensnared in the web of Caius's possessive and overprotective nature. Ever since she had been discovered as his mate, her life had become a series of intricately woven rules and restrictions that bound her to the castle grounds.

Her every move was under scrutiny, and Caius's strict demeanor ensured that she adhered to his expectations without question. The rules were clear—she was to remain within the castle's walls, her interactions limited to the kings and the guards who patrolled the grounds.

It was a life of isolation, one that (y/n) had grown accustomed to, if not resigned to. Her connection with Caius was undeniable, the mate bond pulsating between them, and she could sense the depths of his possessiveness that knew no bounds. His protectiveness, while suffocating at times, was also a testament to the intensity of his feelings for her.

Days melted into nights within the castle's walls, and (y/n) found herself navigating the elegant chambers with a sense of grace and poise that had become second nature. The castle's grandeur was a stark contrast to the confines of her restricted world, a world where Caius's gaze lingered on her every move, his eyes a blend of adoration and caution.

When she did interact with the other members of the Volturi, (y/n) treaded carefully. Her conversations with Aro and Marcus were measured, her words chosen with precision. She had learned to navigate the complex dynamics of the ruling coven, understanding that her presence in Caius's life meant she had a role to play in their intricate balance.

But there were moments when (y/n) longed for a taste of freedom, a chance to explore the world beyond the castle's walls. She would stand by the towering windows, gazing out at the moonlit landscape, her heart yearning for a life beyond the confines of her gilded cage.

Yet, Caius's presence was a constant reminder of the love and devotion he held for her. He moved through the castle with an air of authority, his gaze never leaving her for too long. His actions, while controlling, were also infused with a tenderness that he reserved only for her. In his arms, she found solace from the constraints of her existence, a reminder that she was cherished and valued.

As the days turned into weeks, (y/n) began to find a delicate balance between her own desires and the expectations that bound her to Caius. The world outside the castle may have remained elusive, but within its walls, her love for him bloomed amidst the thorns of his possessiveness. And while her heart yearned for more, she knew that she was at the center of a love that transcended time and boundaries—a love that was as unyielding as the ancient stones that formed the foundation of their world.

Bundled up in warm attire, (y/n) stepped out into the snowy morning, the chill air tingling against her skin. The grounds of the Volturi castle were blanketed in pristine white, the snow creating a serene landscape that stretched out before her. Her eyes lit up with childlike excitement as she gazed at the glistening world that had transformed overnight.

With every step she took, her boots left a trail of footprints in the snow, evidence of her playful exploration. The cold air felt invigorating against her cheeks, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh as she spun around, her arms outstretched like a bird in flight.

The garden area, usually a burst of color from the blooming flowers, was now a canvas of white. (Y/n) could almost imagine the flowers peering out from beneath the snow, as if waiting for the warmth of spring to awaken them once again.

As she ventured deeper into the garden, she noticed a small bench tucked beneath a tree. The sight brought a fond smile to her lips, knowing that Marcus often sat there during his strolls. She imagined him here, surrounded by the beauty of the snow-covered landscape.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (y/n) moved to the bench and began to shape a snowball with her gloved hands. The cold, powdery snow compacted easily, and soon she had a perfectly round snowball in her grasp. Looking around with a playful grin, she took aim at a nearby tree and let the snowball fly, watching as it hit the trunk with a soft thud.

Her laughter echoed through the air as she continued to throw snowballs, each one finding its mark with unerring accuracy. She was lost in her own world of winter wonder, the joy of the moment washing away the constraints of her usual routines within the castle walls.

Meanwhile Caius paced back and forth, his expression dark and brooding. "(Y/N)," he muttered under his breath, "where in the world have you gone?" His anger boiled within him, his thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios. Had she run off? Abandoned him? The very idea gnawed at him like a relentless storm.

Just as he was about to call for Demetri to track her down, a faint sound reached his ears. Laughter. His head snapped toward the courtyard, disbelief warring with relief as he spotted her there, a mischievous grin on her face. The intensity of his emotions, from fury to exasperation, was replaced by a curious mixture of irritation and fondness.

Caius' gaze locked onto her as she gathered a handful of snow, her intent clear in the sparkle of her eyes. Without warning, the snowball whizzed through the air, narrowly missing his shoulder. The audacity! A rare, almost incredulous smile twitched at the corner of his lips.

He brushed the snow from his shoulder, his movements deliberate. The tension that had weighed on him began to unravel. In a swift and fluid motion, he crouched to pick up his own snowball, compacting it in his hand. With a calculated toss, he sent the snowball sailing toward her.

Her startled gasp and the way her eyes widened fueled his determination. He was not one to shy away from a challenge, after all. As the snowball hit her arm, a startled laugh escaped her lips. Caius' heart raced as he watched her reaction, the atmosphere between them shifting palpably.

What started as a playful exchange quickly escalated into a full-fledged snowball fight, each throw accompanied by a burst of laughter and an occasional yelp. The tension that had filled the air earlier was replaced by an electric energy, a connection formed through their shared antics.

Caius' stern facade cracked further with each throw, revealing a side of him rarely seen by anyone else. And as for (Y/N), her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and genuine affection, finding joy in the simple act of playfulness.

Amidst the flurry of snow, their laughter intertwined, forging a bond that transcended the usual formalities. Caius had played her game, and she had matched his intensity. In that moment, they were not the stern leader and the confidante, but two individuals allowing themselves to revel in a carefree moment, where laughter and snowflakes danced in harmony.

As the snowball fight between Caius and (Y/N) continued, a playful spirit seemed to envelop them both. Laughter echoed through the courtyard, and even Caius found himself caught up in the exhilaration of the moment. Yet, amidst the joy, he couldn't help but notice the way (Y/N)'s cheeks had turned a rosy hue, and how she shivered every now and then.

His concern for her well-being surfaced, overriding the playful rivalry that had taken over. Caius stopped in his tracks, mid-throw, and eyed her carefully. "Are you cold?" he asked, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. (Y/N) chuckled, brushing a few snowflakes from her hair.

"Just a little," she admitted, her breath visible in the crisp air.

Without another word, Caius walked over to her and held out his hand. She looked at him, puzzled. "Come," he said, his voice soft yet commanding. "Let's get you warm."

Inside the castle, the contrast between the chilly courtyard and the cozy interior was striking. Caius led (Y/N) to the kitchen, where the warmth from the fireplace enveloped them in a comforting embrace. He motioned for her to sit at the large wooden table while he went about gathering the ingredients.

As he set a pot of milk on the stove to heat, his movements were efficient and precise. Caius rarely engaged in such domestic tasks, but the sight of (Y/N) sitting there, wrapped in her own thoughts, spurred him to act.

Soon, the aroma of cocoa filled the air as he stirred the mixture, the chocolate melting into the milk. He poured the steaming liquid into two mugs, the clinking of porcelain breaking the silence. Sliding a mug in front of her, he met her gaze with an unspoken question.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes softening with gratitude. She wrapped her hands around the mug, savoring the warmth that seeped into her fingers. "Thank you, Caius," she said, her voice a hushed murmur.

He inclined his head, acknowledging her thanks with a nod. For a moment, their eyes held, a connection forming between them that went beyond the snowball fight and the jesting banter.

As they sipped their hot chocolate, the tension that had been present earlier transformed into a different kind of energy—an intimacy forged in the simple act of caring for one another. Caius watched as (Y/N)'s expression softened further, the lines of her face relaxing in the flickering firelight.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of the kitchen and the shared understanding between them, Caius and (Y/N) found themselves in a space that was both familiar and yet unexplored—a space where vulnerability and camaraderie intertwined, leaving an indelible mark on their connection.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #x reader requests #caius volturi #caius volturi x reader #caius volturi imagine #caius volturi imagines #Caius volturi x y/n #Caius volturi x you #yandere caius volturi #yandere caius x reader #yandere caius volturi x reader #volturi imagine #the volturi #volturi imagines #volturi #volturi x reader #twilight imagines #yandere twilight #twilight imagine #twilight masterlist #twilight scenario #twilight x reader #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #twilight

[multi-fandomedfreak]

I loovveeee your Connor headcannons!! Soooo.. maybe Connor introducing us to Hank and his Jericho friends like all cutesy. He would be so nervous but I just love himmmm. I am obsessed with the 'meeting their family' trope till I dieeeee

:)

Authors note: This is such a cute request I’m in loovveee

Paring(s): Connor x Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : noneee

🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙

-Connor is suuuper nervous

-Even though it was 100% his idea to introduce you to Hank and his Jericho friends

-But most definitely not because he’s ashamed of you or anything

-Poor dudes just nervous that the tension between humans and androids would still be there

-Plus he’d never forgive himself if he got someone he cared about hurt (whether that he u or his friends)

-But all it takes is a reassuring squeeze of your hand and suddenly the unease he was feeling subsided enough for him to go through with it

-With Hank it was easy introducing you

-He obviously had that gruff exterior to him but he took a liking to you almost immediately

-To be honest Hank and you hung out more that day than you did with Connor

-He was kinda watching with a mixture of being offended and content (Connor: 🥲&☺️)

-(Hank may or may not have started calling u his daughter-in-law ((as a joke))…maybe)

-After that Connors more at ease when he introduces you to his Jericho buddies

-Markus, who’s usually so calm and collected, is actually struggling to contain his joy from the thought of a human-Android relationship

-Markus and u are besties now

-Connor, probably: Why’s everyone stealing her 🥲🥲

-After introducing you to Simon and Josh, Connor starts to wonder why he was ever hesitant to introduce you in the first place

-Well…at least until North comes along

-Don’t get me wrong, North doesn’t hurt nor insult you in anyway

-Her trust just takes a little more effort to earn and for good reason

-Connor was really starting to worry it might be a problem since she didn’t seem to approve of you

-but little did he know you made plans to hang out with her next week after a while of talking with her lol

-And even though it was ur irresistible y/n charm that made his friends like you

-It was also because Connor could. not. shut. up. about you

-Before any of this he was already hyping you up and talking about you any chance he got

-So it was a team effort really lol

-By the end of the day, both of your guys’ social battery’s were drained (Connors literal battery too) I think I’m so funny

-So ya’ll just plopped down together in your shared bed and cuddled till you fell asleep

#dbh headcanons #detroit: become human #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor x you #dbh Connor x you #detroit become human rk800 #detroit rk800 #detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit connor

[vsnyarbll]

soldier, poet, king

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader x Aegon II Targaryen

words: 1.361

summary: Aegon, Aemond, and Y/N discuss who is the soldier, the poet, and the ruler.

warnings: angst/fluff, targcest

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. Reader is Rhaenyra's eldest child.

I was inspired by the song "The Oh Hellos: Soldier, Poet, King" and the trend on TikTok.

art: Pompeo Batoni - Cleopatra and Markus Antonius

The three of them were resting on the bed, holding each other. There was no sound in the room except the sound of their breathing.

Y/N was in the middle, her head resting on Aegon's chest. Aemond buried his head in the pillow, relieved not to be wearing his eye patch. Wearing an eye patch during the day was often suffocating.

He wrapped his muscular arm around Y/N.

Y/N felt herself relaxing in the warmth of her lovers. Especially Aegon's body temperature was warm for a regular person. On colder days, Y/N's favorite thing to do was to snuggle up to Aegon and sleep.

Aemond tightened his arm around Y/N's waist. He always liked to be as close to her as he could. At family dinners, he would slide his chair toward her. When they went dragon riding, Aemond made them fly side by side. It was impossible to see the princess alone in the garden. When Aemond couldn't go to her himself, he sent Aegon to her, even though he hated going out during the day.

Y/N's room was the favorite place for all three of them to spend time. Aemond felt calm and comfortable. He would take off his eye patch as soon as he entered the room. At first, he was hesitant, but soon he became comfortable around them.

Aegon spent his favorite hours of the day there, away from his mother and her restless thoughts.

Y/N was a victim of her mother too. If she found out she was spending so much time with her uncles, Alicent Hightower's sons, she'd go crazy.

Y/N once rehearsed the speech she would give to her mother if she found out her daughter was that close to her uncles.

‘I am your daughter.’ Yes, that was her speech.

She hadn't thought much about it, and she could see how angry her mother would be if she told her that, but it didn't matter as long as Aemond and Aegon were with her.

Aegon moved a little in bed, his eyes were closed, but his mind was full of thoughts. Y/N knew Aegon very well. She knew he had something on his mind.

"What's on your mind, Aegon?" she asked. Aegon began to stroke her hair.

"Do you know what they said about the soldier, the poet, and the ruler?"

Y/N placed a kiss on Aegon's bare chest. "You mean the song that's played at festivals?"

"Yes. But it's not just a song. They say that in every group of three, there is a soldier, a poet, and a ruler."

"What do you mean?"

"Like Aegon and his sister-wives. Aegon is the ruler, Visenya is the soldier, and Rhaenys is the poet.”

"And you were thinking which one of us was which?" she said.

"Yes, I was thinking about us."

"You didn't have to think so hard, Aegon. It's clear who's who," said Aemond in a sleepy voice.

"I don't think it's that obvious."

"Hmm."

"Y/N, what do you think about this?" said Aegon. He was annoyed with Aemond.

Y/N, like Aemond, thought it was clear who was who. But obviously, Aegon didn't think so. So she decided to tease him a little bit.

She sat up and leaned against the headboard. Aemond hugged her legs this time without opening his eye.

Y/N started playing with Aemond's hair. "Which one do you think you are, Aegon?" she asked and started braiding her lover's hair.

Aegon opened his eyes this time and looked at her without turning his head. "I don't know. The soldier?"

Aemond laughed. "Okay, I know I'm not a soldier, but they're not literal! They're just metaphors!"

Aemond opened his eye and looked directly at Aegon. "So how come you're the soldier? Did you lose your eye when you were little? Or do you ride the largest dragon in the world?"

"Aemond…" Y/N tried to warn Aemond, but at the same time, she kept playing with his hair. She didn't want both Aegon and Aemond to be upset.

Aegon was used to Aemond's rapid mood swings. He sighed and continued. "That's why I've been thinking about it. I know I'm not the ruler, and I'm not the soldier. The only one left is the poet."

He paused for a few seconds. "I'm not even the last person to be the poet. Aemond is more polite than I am and always has the right thing to say. He must be the poet. Otherwise, it's just a bunch of bullshit."

“I may have read more books than you have, but you're the poet. Y/N is the ruler and I am the soldier.”

Y/N asked trying to remember the lyrics of the song. “What did the song say about the soldier?”

“There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword. He will tear your city down.”

Y/N smiled. "Yes, Aemond is definitely the soldier.”

Aegon looked sad. He wasn't sad because he wasn't the soldier. He was upset that he could not fit into one of the three.

Although it may seem insignificant from the outside, it was meaningful to him because he had grown up listening to such stories since he was a little boy.

He had grown up listening to how good a warrior Visenya was. Aegon was Aegon the Conqueror. Rhaenys was a great woman in her own right.

"You're a bit more of an individualist, Aegon. And there's nothing wrong with that. You have a soul that understands music. How come you can't see that you're the poet?" said Y/N.

“Y/N is right. I'm sure no one else in the seven kingdoms is thinking about a song sung just for the hell of it at this time of night.”

Aegon ran his gaze over both their faces. He simply ignored what Aemond had said. "What's your comment about Aemond?”

“Aemond is a little more of a risk-taker, and he is someone who likes to feel powerful."

Aemond sat down and leaned his back against the headboard like Y/N.

"You're the ruler. You're already enjoying the fulfillment of your duties. You were born to rule,” said Aegon and continued. “As they did to every great person before you, they told you as a child that your dreams were unrealistic.”

He'd never mentioned before that he wanted her to be the Queen. Y/N had always feared that there would be a rivalry between them in the future. But Aegon did not want the throne.

Aegon understood what was going on in her mind from her thoughtful face. He sat up in bed and looked at her with surprised eyes. "You can't tell me you think I'm going to usurp the throne."

"I never doubted you, Aegon, but this is more complicated."

Aemond's admiring glance at the girl turned into a sad look. He always thought there was an unbreakable trust between the three of them.

With such an important title, she could have doubts, but it was not normal for her to have doubts about them.

"Your mother, the Hand, everyone wants you to be the King."

"Everyone?! Everyone hates me except you and Aemond."

"Aegon, look." Y/N ran her hands through her hair before she started talking. “No matter what happens, you are a man. The realm will accept you faster than they will accept me."

"You're a fool, Y/N. The realm adores you.” He paused for a brief moment. “If a single person sees me as a rival for the throne, I will shatter my honor for you."

He laughed at his own words. "I mean, whatever honor I have left."

"You may have made some mistakes, but your past does not define you," said Aemond.

“We will always love you, Aegon, no matter what,” said Y/N and held out her arm to him.

Aegon almost cried as he hugged her. And Aemond put his arm around them both. Her thin nightgown felt like silk on both their naked torsos.

Aegon buried his head in her neck, enchanted by her scent.

He didn't want the Iron Throne, power, money, or anything. He didn't care about material things.

He wanted to be stuck at that moment forever. He wanted Y/N's heartbeat to be the last sound he heard before he fell asleep.

Maybe they were right after all. Aegon was the poet.

All three whispered "I love you" to each other.

"How about a second round?" said Aegon and earned a smack on the head from Aemond.

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[urfavbooblover]

I was wondering if you could bless us with something that’s Markus from Detroit? My life has flipped upside down the past few weeks and could use the pick me up 🖤

Hey thank you for your request! I’m so sorry that i published this so late, i’ve been on a break and only saw this now! I hope you’re doing better though and that you’ll still be happy about this imagine, even though it’s quite short :))

Paint shop || Markus x gender neutral reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

- Detroit become human masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

“Damnit”, i cursed quietly to myself, standing in front of my shelf, my hands holding the tubes of my acrylic paint. They’re all empty, just as i was about to finally get back to finish my halfway done painting. How could i forget about this? I didn’t think twice, instead i immediately got dressed and ready to go buy some new ones.

As soon as i stepped outside, i was hit by the nice weather. I took in a deep breath of some fresh air before glancing down at my watch. I had enough time to take the lounger route, going for a nice walk, i thought to myself and made my way to the paint shop.

I arrived after a few minutes, opening the door to the shop. “Good afternoon!”, i greeted, seeing my favorite worker was here today. “Oh hey, Y/N!”, she replied, a big smile on her face. My eyes moved away from her for a moment, landing on an unfamiliar man. I never saw him around, or else i’m sure he would’ve already caught my eye.

“So, what are you searching for today?”, the cashier asked, snapping me back to reality. “Uh i just need some new paints, they’re empty once again,” i let out a small laugh, reminding myself i was here not even two weeks ago, to get some acrylics already. On top of that do i visit this shop at least twice a week.

“Oh i’m sure you know where to find them.”, she pointed out the fact that i know where everything was. “Of course!”, i smiled back at her, looking at the unknown man once again. He had a package in his hands and i wondered if he was interested in the same hobby as i am.

I made my way past him, making quick eye contact before standing in front of the shelf. Just a few seconds later, i picked out everything i needed, returning to the cashier. “Found everything?”, she kindly asked, expecting no other reply than yes from me.

We had a small chat and i eventually paid, existing the shop afterwards. My attention was fixed on my phone, causing me to bump into someone and dropping all my stuff. How usual.

“Fuck! I’m sorry.”, i said, looking up at the person who of course happened to be the guy i just saw in the shop already. “No it’s okay, i was standing here, blocking your way.”, he apologized, making me shake my head in disagreement. “I understand but i was literally all caught up on my phone. It’s my fault.”, i explained, eventually going down to pick up my stuff.

The man kneeled to the floor, helping me throughout it. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you.”, i softly smiled at him. “Nothing to thank for miss. At least your phone is whole.”, he said, telling me his name right after. “My names Markus by the way.”

“You’re right. I’m Y/N.”, i introduced myself back, the grin never leaving my face. I’m shocked how easy i can hold a conversation with him, i’m not so good with strangers i must say. “Oh, that’s a nice name, Y/N.”

That’s the first time i’ve heard this i thought as i could feel the heat forming in my cheeks. It’s coming from this attractive man on top of that. “Why thank you Markus. I really appreciate it.”, i spoke up, looking into his green eyes, that shined very beautiful in the sunlight.

“You’re welcome miss/sir.”, “It won’t be a problem to ask for your number no? I gotta get going and i’d love to catch up with you sometime again.”, he continued, tilting his head slightly to the side, keeping the eye contact.

My lips parted at this, my eyes falling on his hand that was already holding his phone towards me. “Oh that’s surely no problem! I’ll definitely find some time to meet ya.”, i responded, typing in my number as a new contact.

“Great! I’ll see you around, Y/N.”, i watched his face brightening up, before he turned around to leave. “See ya, Markus!”

I watched him a few more seconds and was just about to get to the path home, throwing a last glance into the paint shop. There she was standing. The cashier almost laughed at me, giving me a look to let me know she just witnessed the whole situation. I just playfully rolled my eyes at my friend, walking back home.

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Later at night, i laid in my bed as i was focused on the laptop in front of me. I heard a buzzing sound next to me and couldn’t help but immediately check from who the text was.

‘Hey Y/N, i don’t know if you’re still awake, but how does next Saturday sound?’

My lips turned up, happy that Markus hasn’t forgotten about me already.

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Karl Heisenberg x abused!male reader

Summary: Reader has stumbled across the factory while running away from his abusive ex husband who is seeking revenge for their divorce. He quickly finds a way into the factory and finds a place to hide, awaiting his ex husband's departure from the premises, where Reader meets Heisenberg for the first time.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, memories, abusive husband, trauma, mentions of attack, blood, scars, mentions of open wounds, mentions of attempted murder, semi soft Heisenberg

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Cold, harsh air whipped Y/N's face and wounds as he ran through the snow that wad laid so softly on the ground. Snow was falling all around, and Y/N wasn't really prepared for the weather today. He expected to stay in his home, near the fire with a good book, maybe some hot cocoa or coffee or tea. So for the past 5 minutes, he's been running in a tank top, red flannel pajamas bottoms, Santa socks, slippers, and a long red robe. Not the most ideal running attire, especially in the cold and snowy weather.

Y/N's cheeks were extremely red and cold, but he was to fear struck to even notice the cold nipping at his exposed face and hands. All he was focused on was trying to find a place to hide away until his ex husband, Markus, had given up on his pursuit. His eyes scanned the open lands, nothing but snow and the occasional rustling of bushes or trees. Along with snow crunching under Y/N's slippers.

A little background on Y/N's relationship with his ex husband, and why this is all happening.

Y/N had been married to his ex husband Markus for 10 years, withstanding abuse of different varieties. Being physically hit with fists, knees, feet, beer cans and bottles, glass or ceramic vases, basically anything that was in reach that would do some sort of damage to him.

Once Y/N's parents had heard about this, they had called the cops and Markus was brought to jail. During his time in jail, he was served with a divorce notice and was taken to court. Ultimately loosing everything that he owned during his marriage, being his home, his cars, ect. Markus had plotted throughout his entire jail sentence to destroy everything that was now in Y/N's possession, or to ultimately kill Y/N altogether. On multiple occasions, Markus had tried to kill Y/N in subtle ways that wouldn't point to him. Cutting the brakes on Y/N's car, messing with Y/N's engine, ect. Soon Markus got tired of his attempts failing and decided right out he was going to murder Y/N himself.

Which is what got Y/N into running for his life. Now back to the story!

Y/N's head spun in all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. He grew more dizzy by the second; the cold and his open wounds finally getting to him. He then came across a building, factory looking. And he decided then that he would hide there. Y/N checked his surroundings, and hearing the steps of Markus become closer with every passing second. He immediately started to run towards the factory. The first entrance Y/N tried was sealed shut by something on the inside, so he ran around the building to see if there was another way in. Low and behold, there was another door that was wide open, which was a little worrisome. But that was his only option of safety so far, so he went into the building.

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Several minutes had passed since Y/N had entered the factory and found a hiding spot amongst a bunch of machinery and metal scraps. It was silent inside other than machines moving, and the sound of Y/N's soft breathing. He could feel blood slowly rolling down his face, and his leg. But he tried not to move to wipe it or cover the wounds. He wasn't sure if there would be any noise if he moved. The wind whistled outside, and soon there was the sound of shouting. Markus has found the factory. There was the heavy crunching of snow before there was a pounding on the locked door Y/N had tried to enter through earlier. Then there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the wood inside.

"Who's inside of this place?! Are they going to kill me when they find me...?"

They subsided just as quickly as they came. It seemed the person who was inside was standing relatively close to Y/N's hiding spot.

"Y/N you open this goddamn door right now before I fucking bust it down!!" Markus shouted, pounding on the door with a good amount of force. Metal could be heard moving, and the door slamming against the walls inside was very evident. Markus was clearly about to start shouting, but instead took a step back in the snow. "Who- Who the hell are you?!"

"I assume that I could ask you the same thing," A voice unbeknownst to Y/N spoke, semi-deep, a hint of an accent in some words, it wasn't an accent that he could make out from his hiding spot amongst the metal scraps. Y/N listened further, "But... Since you so kindly knocked on my door, I'll give you three seconds to leave before things get ugly."

Markus was about to protest, but hearing the unsheathing of something metal, the sound of running across the snow could be heard getting fainter by the second. The door closed and was locked once again with metal, and heavy footsteps rang across the wooden panels of the floor once more.

Y/N stayed silent, shaking softly from the fear of being found by the person who was currently walking around in the exact room he was in. He took a shaky breath in, and right at that moment the metal he was hiding behind was moved at a rapid pace.

His hands lift in front of his face, and he scoots closer to the wall behind him. He can almost feel the cold through the wall. Footsteps grow closer, slowly, slowly, then they stop. Right. Infront. Of Y/N. There isn't any movement for a while between the two, just small breaths and hicks from Y/N as he slowly begins to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." Y/N finally speaks up, softly, quietly, almost inaudible. There was a small gasp from the person in front of Y/N. The floorboards cried out as the person sank down in front of the shuttering man.

A rough feeling hand grabbed one of Y/N's, pulling it away from his face. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling whatever he could away from the person in front of him. "Come on, I'm not gonna kill ya, open up." Y/N was hesitant, but slowly opened one eye. There was a man with a beard, brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and a pair of sunglasses. He had his hat to his chest, his lips pressed and brow furrowed with a bit of worry. "Here, stand up."

The man spoke, helping Y/N stand. The man was much taller than Y/N, standing around 6'5 at least. No more than 7 feet though. Y/N cowered before the man got on his knees to seem less intimidating. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." This put Y/N slightly at ease, but he was still tense. The man sighed softly before dipping his head slightly. "My name is Karl Heisenberg, I own this factory."

"Own it? This place?" Y/N thought to himself, curious about how this man came to own a place like this.

Y/N grew less tense as he stared at the man, Karl Heisenberg. He took a deep breath in slowly. "That's nice..." Heisenberg watched Y/N for a minute, then two, then he spoke again.

"Who is that guy to you?"

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Hours passed, Y/N had explained his relationship with Markus to Heisenberg; the taller man had patched up his wounds, and they were now sitting down for a cup of tea.

"How did you find this place anyway?" Heisenberg asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Y/N smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it's a giant factory in the midst of a bunch of snow... It kind of stands out.."

"Well I suppose you are correct.." Heisenberg spoke before trailing off. He stared at Y/N for a bit before he spoke again, "If he did this to you before, he's bound to come back again. We'll go to your house and grab your things. You're staying here until I can build you a home closer."

Before Y/N could protest, Heisenberg had stood and walked off, probably getting something ready to take him back to the house to collect his things.

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Time had passed once again and now all of Y/N belongings were in a room that Heisenberg had cleared out for him. He sat in the room, looking at all the things thst had been brought. His bookshelf, his recliner, the mattress that was now on a bedframe thst Heisenberg had made for him, and some extra things that Heisenberg had made. It was really generous of him.

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect, but he prayed that it would be better than his time with his ex-husband.

A/N: HI!! I finally posted again, if you have any requests for me I will gladly complete them! Have a good day <3

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Detroit Become Human

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When We Were Young

Pairing: Eddie Munson x childhood friend!f!girly girl!Reader

Word count: 5352

Warnings: pet names (Doll, it’s my fav ok), small age gap (Eddie is two years older than you), near death experience, first kiss (of multiple), there are some heated moments but no smut, angst sometimes but fluff

Summary: You moved to Hawkins, Indiana with your family when you were still little. Moving into a mobile home in the trailer park, you met Eddie and Wayne Munson. You become friends quickly, learning you love him early on. But what happens in 1986, when your whole world crumbles?

A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago, this jumps years so please enjoy! Might write another one like this if it does good cause I really enjoyed it, give me character ideas? 👀

1974

It was late May when your family moved to Hawkins, Indiana a small town where everyone knew each other. You were young, about seven, and freshly out of second grade.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air when your car pulled into the trailer park, the moving truck following after. Your dad parked outside your new home, a small mobile, the sides covered in mildew and dark green vines.

Your parents were greeted by a man, welcoming you all to the town, introducing himself as Wayne Munson, a new neighbor. A boy walks up to you, his clothes too big for him, and his hair buzzed. He smelled of cigarette smoke with a hint of mahogany. “Name’s Eddie,” the kid holds out his hand, which was covered in a thin layer of dirt from playing out on the roads. You introduced yourself, and took his hand, which made him smile. “You look like a doll in that dress.” He gestures to the frilly dress your mom made you, the puffed sleeves trimmed in a cream colored lace. “I like dolls.” You squeezed the teddy you have been holding for the whole ride to your chest. Eddie didn’t stop smiling.

The next week, after everything had been moved in, Eddie invited you to play outside with the other kids, which your mom agreed to let you. “She looks like a toy.” One of the older kids snickered, nudging some of the others. You looked down at your white bloomers under your short pink puffy dress. Your parents didn’t have money, but your mother always made you cute clothes. “She looks like a doll.” Eddie corrects them, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You followed Eddie around the entire summer, like a lost puppy follows a friendly person when they receive food from them. You liked being around him, and he liked being around you.

You would come over for lunch with him and hang out in his room where he showed you a bunch of cool comic posters and some cool fantasy movies and books. The joy and excitement on his face making you giggle. He was older than you by two years, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed making someone laugh and smile. You were his best friend.

1978

As the summer breeze brushed in through your cracked open window you could hear voices from outside. You ignore them, the soft whispers of who you assume was someone simply passing by. “Doll,” the name you recognize and reply to peaks through the opening, sinking into your ears.

You crawl over to the window and sit yourself in front of the glass pane, peering out into the night. Eddie stands there with a few other children of the park, his baggy clothes still not fitting him properly even at 13. “What?” You ask, opening your window more. He gestures for you to come on, waving his hands. “We’re going to sneak out to the arcade, wanna come?” He asks. You glance over at the older kids, they all are at least 12, besides Markus Flinch, the 15 year old who lives with his mom at the front of the trailer park. “My mom would be mad, Eds.” You tell him. He tilts his head, “She doesn’t have to know! Come on!” He steps closer to the window and holds out his hand to you. The familiar scent of smoke and wood hits you. You roll your eyes at the older boy, before holding up your finger to him. “One second.”

You slip on your Mary Janes, the one pair of shoes you begged your mom for and she got you, even though they were a little over priced, before climbing out the window. Eddie helped you onto the ground, placing his hands on your waist and letting you use his body as a safety net.

You climbed onto the back of his bike, gripping his shoulders as he started to peddle. The other kids following after you.

Pulling into the arcade, Eddie stopped his bike and let you hop off, placing the bike into the rakes with the other kids. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, following the older kids in. You all crowded around a couple machines, wasting all the saved quarters you had to save princesses and fight dragons. You slipped away to explore.

Stopping in front of the claw machine, you eyed a stuffed animal, a small cat that was laying down. Eddie spotted you and walked over. “You want the cat?” He asked you, and took your silence as a yes. He shoved in a quarter and did his best to snatch the cat from the pile. It took him a whole two dollars and a “borrowed” quarter from Jimmy Hanker, before he finally dropped the cat into the retrieve hole. He reached down, sticking his arm into the machine and pulled out the stuffed cat before handing it to you. “Here you go, Doll!” He smiles brightly, and you take it, holding the cat to your chest.

The ride home was calm and quiet as everyone was sleepy from the night’s events. Eddie now two dollars poorer, and in debt to Jimmy down the dirt road, but it was worth it to see you smile.

1979

The hot air of late June seeps from the glass of the window as you sat in Eddie’s room, the boy now 14 and you 12. The room had changed a bit since you were younger, a couple more things in the room, more of a mess, and a brand new guitar he got for Christmas sitting in his lap while he strums it carefully. You pan over the girly magazine you brought over from your house, the cute male actors catching your eye. “John Travolta is pretty cute.” You say looking at the picture of him and Olivia Newton-John, dressed as their characters from the newest movie Grease that released last week.

“I thought Rizo was cool, had some attitude.” Eddie chuckles at the thought. You turn around, looking up at him from the floor at the foot of his bed. “Hey Eddie,” you start but stop yourself, turning around back to the floor, “Nevermind.” Eddie tilts his head confused. He sits his guitar down, leaning it against the nightstand before crawling over his bed and leaning over your small seated form.

“What’s up?” He asks. “Nothing, I was just-“ you look up to him, immediately going silent from the way he was so close to you. “I was gonna ask something, but it’s dumb.” Eddie couldn’t help himself from chuckling. “Doll, anything you have to say isn’t dumb.” He reminds you. You feel your cheeks heat up, but you keep your eyes on the magazine in your lap. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” You ask.

Eddie thought for a moment, he had, a girl in his class, Karrie Jones. She was a girl who was dared to kiss him during spin the bottle at Markus’ house, but you didn’t need to know all that.

“I have, why?” You scrunch into yourself. “I was just wondering.” You simply express, turning around to him, finally. You climb onto your knees and prop your elbows onto his bed in front of him, your training bra becoming slightly visible as your shirt gets pulled down a bit. “Have you?” He asks. You shrug, “I mean, no. No one has asked to. All the boys in my grade kinda suck.” Eddie chuckles at your statement. “You don’t have a crush on anyone?” “Not really.” You express. Eddie thinks for a moment.

His eyes scan over your cheeks, which are softly dusted in pink, your lips with the pink colored gloss your mom bought you for your birthday this past year. He wanted you to be his first kiss, but Karrie Jones took that privilege from you. He didn’t like Karrie Jones.

“I could be your first kiss.” The words fumble out of his mouth faster than his brain could process them. He watches your cheeks flush a darker pink tone. “I mean- I didn’t mean to- only if you want me to be“ “Okay.” You stare at him.

You watch the tips of his ears go red, and his brown doe eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting a yes. He thinks for a while, trying to figure out how to go about this. You look up at him more, trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do, if anything.

Eddie leans down and presses a soft peck on your lips before pulling away, his bare shoulders now red. You feel your face and ears go warm. He stares at you for a moment, before pulling away and grabbing his guitar again and starting to play once more, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You turn back to your magazine, a smile now plastered across your face.

1982

The summer sun blares on your skin as Eddie drives down the road, the windows rolled down, letting the wind whip your hair around. The loud metal music blares through the speakers as you shuffle through the other cassette tapes he owns, trying to find the mixtape you made for him last year with a mix of some of your favorite songs. You hear the flick of a lighter and look up at your best friend only to give him a glare.

Eddie lights a cigarette held in his lips, before flicking the lighter closed. “Eddie,” he freezes and glances at you. “What?” He asks, before throwing the lighter on his dashboard. “You know I hate you smoking.” “Yet you still love me.” He smirks at you, a playful glint in his eye, which makes you roll your own.

Your friends in school thought it was weird that your best friend was a junior boy, though it made it worse to them that said boy was Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. You didn’t care, you never have. You enjoyed Eddie’s childish but playful behavior, his quirky manors and flirty nature. His hair has grown out way more than the buzz it used to be since you met him, and honestly he looks great. You would be the first to say it.

He pulls into the driveway of the lake house. It has been abandoned for a few weeks now, since Rick was arrested again. You grab out your bag from the back seat and Eddie unlocks the house, gesturing you to go in. “Ladies first.” “Oh thank you, Eddie the Banished, how kind of thee.” You snicker, carrying your bag into the house. “Of course, my lady, it is my honor to welcome you to my humble abode! Might we enjoy the house?” He smirks. You can’t help but giggle.

You sit curled up on the couch, your feet propped up on Eddie’s lap. Pizza boxes are emptied out on the coffee table as he puts on Halloween. You both groan at the stupid babysitter. “Why does she have to call over her boyfriend? She’s working. And in a horror film!” You gesture to the screen. Eddie laughs at your outburst. “What?” You ask, “the number 1 rule of surviving a horror film is not having sex and she’s totally gonna have sex!” You explain. Eddie smiles and shakes his head.

When the movie ends you glance out towards the lake, it’s dark. “Night swimming?” You look over at your best friend, a cheeky grin on your face. Eddie snickers before agreeing and you both go to your separate rooms to change.

You come out in your mom’s old bathing suit, one she never wore as a teen in 1959 cause it didn’t fit. It’s a red and white polka dotted one piece that haltered around your neck into a bow.

Eddie walks out of his room and stares at you as you stand in the living room, pulling your hair up in a ponytail so it doesn’t get wet.

Eddie can’t help but stare, he’s a horny teenage boy whose best friend is the one person he really wants, so yes, seeing you in a cute swim suit stopped his breathing.

“Ready?” He asks, pulling two beach towels from the closet. You smile at him and nod, securing your hair in your scrunchy.

Eddie leads you out to the water’s edge, sitting the towels out on the shore before quickly running out into the water, making you giggle. “It’s actually pretty warm, I thought it would be colder.” He lowers down into the shallow water. You step into the water only to have your feet feel slightly chilled, but not at all what you thought it would be. Before you can react, Eddie snatches you up and pulls you out deeper into the lake. “Eddie!” You slap his shoulder as he holds you around your hips, holding you against his body. “That’s my name, Doll, don’t wear it out.” He grins from ear to ear, proud of himself.

You glare at him, but your eyes soften when you meet his doe eyes, the soft stare back at you. “You know, it’s kinda weird, I think I’ve brought, what, three other girls out here- hey!” You smack your palm against his head, “You couldn’t pull three different girls, Munson.” He removes one hand from your back and places it against his chest, head tilting back. “You wound me, my lady.” “All in a days work.”

You both swish around in the water for a while, enjoying the extra warmth his body pressed against yours gives you. His hands secure you against him, holding around your waist while you lay your head on his shoulder.

You never feel uncomfortable around Eddie, no matter how you look or feel. He was comfort. The comfort you feel from the scent of his cheap cologne and the stench of cigarettes that comes from him. It all was Eddie. Though he’s changed a lot from that first day in late May, he’s still Eddie, your Eddie. And you love him.

You snuggle your face into his neck, the lake water reaching to your shoulder blades. You feel safe here with Eddie, like no one could touch you.

Eddie was doing his best to stay calm as your nose touches his neck. His hand presses firmly against the small of your back, enjoying your chest press against his own. He felt peaceful, with you stationed in his arms, snuggled into him to radiate more warmth.

“Hey, Doll,” Eddie pulls you both more into the shallow area, making sure he’s able to support you both in the water. You hum in response, but when he doesn’t answer, you sit up and look down at him. He stares at you, eyes unreadable. “What’s up?” You ask. He hesitates for a moment, glancing around the lake as if checking to make sure you’re alone. “Can I kiss you…?” The question lingers in the air for a while, an innocent ask.

You haven’t kissed anyone since Eddie kissed you that one time in his room. You haven’t dated anyone, even held hands with anyone, only Eddie. Yes, you want him to kiss you.

“You can.” You tell him. His eyes glitter as they catch the lamp light at the shore of the lake. He leans in to you, pressing a soft but sweet kiss to your lips. You hesitate a moment before kissing back.

Eddie’s lips are soft, pillowy even. He tastes like tobacco, but something minty lingers on the edge of his breath.

Your lips are squishy and soft too, Eddie notes to himself. A sweet taste, pleasing to him.

You lay your arm around his neck as you allow yourself to sink into the kiss more. Eddie places and hand firmly on the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue to swipe across your lower lip.

You let him pull you both to shore, before laying you down on the ground, your back pressing into the soft dirt, before towering over you and kissing you again. Your legs naturally go around his hips, but he doesn’t lower himself. He keeps his hips elevated but his shoulders and head are lowered to you. When you both pull away, you’re breathless. Eddie stands before giving you a hand to lift you on your feet.

The kiss wasn’t talk about ever again, a lingering dismissal that happened and went. You both went back into the house, and enjoyed the rest of your weekend as two best friends would normally, with movies and board games.

1983

Eddie couldn’t help but notice as a guy started walking you to classes, but not just any guy, Steve “the hair” Harrington. You knew Steve through one of your other friends, but Eddie didn’t know much about the guy.

As he watched you stand in front of your locker, giggling with the guy, he couldn’t help the feeling of his stomach twisting. The undeniable feeling of jealousy.

Why were you talking to other guys? Were you dating him?

Eddie didn’t like the idea of you dating someone else, someone that wasn’t him. He just didn’t. He doesn’t have the courage to ask you out himself, but he doesn’t wanna see you walking around with other guys.

When the end of May rolled over into early June, the weather began to rain a bit more than usual during this time of year.

You always came over to his place when it rained, you both would sit on his couch and watch movies until it stopped. When you were both younger, you would run around in the mud and jump in puddles, but you haven’t been doing that since you got one of your dresses ruined by the mud splashing up.

Today you didn’t come.

Eddie sits outside, in the doorway of his trailer, a cigarette between his lips as the rain hits the concrete under his feet. His front is wet from the rain splashing up but he doesn’t care. The weather is humid and warm, making the rain the same.

He watches a car pull into the trailer park, before parking outside your home. Eddie watches you step out, your face the same as the day your dress got all muddy and ruined. He knows somethings wrong.

Then Steve steps out of the driver’s side.

He reaches out and grabs your arm, trying to pull you back to him, but you pull your arm away. “Come on, (y/n), it was just a joke.” He tries to laugh off the prank his friends pulled on you. “A joke? Steve, they took photos of me changing in your room!” You yell at him.

Steve shrugs, “At least they didn’t post them anywhere.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? What the hell, Steve? Principals? Morals? The law? I’m a minor, Steve!” “So are we! It was just some fun, I’ll tell them to trash them, it’s not that big of a deal, (y/n)!”

The brunette tries to pull you in by your waist but you shove him away, walking towards your front door. “No, Steve. Because it’s basic respect! It’s everything!” You whip around to face him, his face not even looking hurt.

“I’m done. We’re done. God, Steve,” you look away from him, “I can’t believe I’ve dated you for so long only to realize now that you don’t respect me.”

You laugh at yourself, completely shocked at your own stupidity. You were blinded by infatuation, but now you see clearly. “Just, we’re done. Go home, Harrington.” You shove your door open and make it inside, slamming it shut in your now-ex’s face.

You lock it, and finally breath. You press your back to the door as your hair drips water onto the vinyl tile beneath you. You hear the car door open and slam shut, the rush of rain hitting the metal of the hood. It starts, and you hear the gravel crunch under the tires as Steve Harrington leaves, out of your life.

You feel almost relief. As if this huge burden was pulling you done for the past 4 months. You stand in the dark of your house, breathing, your chest rising and falling to a normal pace.

Stepping into your room after a couple minutes, you flick on the nightstand light, before throwing yourself into your desk chair. You look up at your ceiling. You should be crying, that’s the normal response to a break up right? But you can’t, you don’t feel sad.

A tap comes from your window and you peer up at it to see the long haired dork you call your best friend. You walk over, opening the window and pulling the metal head into your room. “You could have used the door, Eds.” You tell him, giggling as he shakes his head like a dog, hair soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside. “Yeah, but that’s not nearly as fun.” He smiles at you.

You gesture him to follow you to your bathroom, which he happily obeys, Reeboks leaving a wet print in the carpet of your room.

You lead him into the bathroom and sit him down on the toilet lid, pulling out a towel. “So why was Harrington here?” He asks. You run the towel through his hair, raising your brow. “You spying on me, Munson?” He tilts his head back to look at you, doe eyes soft and glittering from the bare light bulbs above your mirror. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” You roll your eyes at his statement.

Eddie has always been protective of you, you knew that. Ever since your first day of third grade and some girl made fun of your dress. Eddie made it seem like your clothes were cool, being he was older, kids listened. He was always there when you felt down, felt insecure, he was the boy who asked to be your first kiss, and honestly you hope he will be your last.

But that’s just a daydream, a flicker of imagination in your mind, tainting your reality.

Pulling out your hairdryer, you give him a quick blowdown, ruffling his hair. Eddie always enjoyed these moments, you pampering him, treating him almost like a child. He could see you doing it to your own kids in the future, their dark curls flipping around from the burst of air the dryer let out.

But that’s just a daydream of his. A flicker of imagination in his mind, tainting his reality.

You finish and unplug the hair tool, before pulling him back to your room. Eddie immediately walks over to your dresser, opening the bottom right drawer, his drawer. A few pairs of extra boxers, some pants, jeans and sweats, and a couple old band tees lie inside. He pulls out an old tee, a band he hadn’t listened to since freshman year.

He removes his soaked one and replaces it. It smells like you, soft daisy and honey, a hint of orange, and the plush warmth of something deeper, some kind of wood. But it was you. You’ve worn this shirt, and he could tell. He watched as you tugged a large tee over your own head, another shirt he recognized as his own, though the image was faded from multiple washes.

After throwing on some sweats, he lays down across your bed and you join him, leaning back against his shoulder. Your shorts scrunch at your thighs, lifting to show your entire leg. He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles over your soft skin. “Ed,” you look up at him and he hums in response. “Can I kiss you…?”

Eddie freezes at the question and looks down at you, a small smile forms on his face. “Only if you want to, Doll.” He places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his fingers down across your jaw before tipping your chin up. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips and you instantly lean into him more.

Your hand places onto his chest, softly pushing him down before throwing your leg across his lap, straddling him. Eddie hums into the kiss, gripping your thighs and leaning forward against your pressure on his chest. He kisses you sloppily, licking your bottom lip and you let him, opening your mouth slightly. His tongue fights yours, and your hands grip firmly at his shoulders when his move to your lower back, pulling you closer.

He pulls away finally, you both panting as your foreheads press together. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me, Doll.” He chuckles softly, making you giggle. “Eddie,” you throw your arms around his neck and give his cheek a soft peck, “do all men suck…?” Your voice sounds sad, but your face appears relaxed. Eddie thinks for a moment.

“Do I suck?” He questions back, eyes widening, anticipating your answer. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Fair point, Munson.” You lay your head onto his shoulder and he leans his head against yours, placing soft kisses on your cheek and forehead as you doze off.

1986

You’re in the Upside Down, Eddie and Dustin pressed to your back. The bats outside bang on the walls and roof of Eddie’s trailer. “I think it’s time to scoot.” You tell them. Eddie nods and you all move towards the makeshift rope from earlier.

You let Dustin climb up first as the banging becomes harder. Your heart races as you watch Dustin drop onto Eddie’s mattress. “Ed,” you look over at him. He’s staring at the door of the trailer, “Ed.” You call out again, making him turn to you. “Come on,” you tell him, hand on the rope. “You first.” He steps closer. You stare at him, time practically stopping. “You’re- you’re gonna be right behind me right?” You ask him. He nods. “Guys, come on!” Dustin calls out.

You climb up the rope, fear pulling at your heart. You drop down and take Dustin’s hand to get to your feet. “Come on, Eddie!” Dustin yells. Eddie stands on the other side of the gate staring at you. “Eddie,” you simply say. “I’m sorry.”

He cuts the rope.

Your heart stops. As he runs out of view you feel the world stop around you, everything in slow motion. You can’t loose him. You refuse to. He’s everything to you. He’s all you’ve wanted since you can remember.

“(Y/n)!” Dustin calls out your name. You look over at the freshman as he moves a chair on top of the mattress. You quickly step up and pull yourself through the gate, Dustin helping to push you through. He follows after you but you don’t wait.

You bust through the trailer door and see your best friend on the ground, the demobats biting at his stomach, chest, everywhere they can. You grab anything you can get your hands on, which seems to be a bat on the ground by the trailer, and begin swatting at them, knocking them off of his tattered body.

Dustin runs out and begins helping you, but before long they all fall to the ground, you run over to Eddie as he breaths heavily, he’s coughing. “Doll?” He speaks out as you quickly fall to his side, pulling his head onto your lap. “Right here, Eds, you’re gonna be ok.” You fumble out your words tears coming out of your eyes. “I didn’t run away this time.” Eddie smiles, Dustin stares at his body, eyes wide and worried. “No, no you didn’t, Eddie. You did really good.” Your voice is cracking, every emotion that has been hidden away for years now being pulled forward.

“You have to leave, get out of here.” Eddie chokes out. “No, I’m not leaving you, Eddie. I can’t-” Eddie lifts his hand and he smiles at you. “You know whats really stupid?” You let your tears fall down your face. “I did this without ever telling you.”

You stare at him confused, forehead crinkling. “Tell me what, Eds?” You run your fingers over his cheek. His smile grows, “I love you, (y/n). I’ve loved you forever.” He coughs a bit leaning into your touch. “I-“ You hesitate, taken aback by his sudden declaration of love. “You fucking idiot.” You cry harder, tears dripping down on his cheeks. “God, why are you so fucking stupid…?” He chuckles, which turns into a cough. “(Y/n), please go…” His eyes flutter closed and your heart stops.

“Eds..? No. No no no no, Eddie!?” You pay your palms against his cheeks, “Please, no, no no. Wake up. Come on, Eds, don’t die on me!” You quickly get to your feet, pulling his shoulders off the dirt and to your chest, you look over at Dustin. “(Y/n), what are you doing…?” “I can’t leave him, Dustin. I refuse! We need to get him to a hospital!” Dustin stands there, shock and fear stopping him from moving.

“Dustin!!” You yell at him and he quickly reacts, grabbing at Eddie’s feet.

You sit in the hospital room, the sun of a new day shinning in through the curtains. It’s been a week since the events of the Upside Down. Eddie has been unconscious but alive, laying in the hospital bed in front of you. He’s been proven innocent, the old lab workers covering up the accident of the Upside Down.

You stare out the window, your body still weak from the events of that night. “Doll…?” The voice catches you off guard, whipping your head around you look towards the bed. “Eddie…?” You stand quickly, moving over to be by him. He smiles at you, happy to see you are ok. “Am I dreaming…?” He asks. Your eyes water, tears slowly falling down your cheeks, “No, Eds, I’m here. I’m right here. We’re ok, Dustin and I pulled you out.” You grip his hand happy to hear his voice again, happy to see him awake again.

He grips your hand tightly, “hey, it’s ok. I’m ok.” He smiles at you, making you laugh a bit. “I’m supposed to be saying that, Eds, you’re the one in a hospital bed.” Eddie stares at you, his brown doe eyes soft as he smiles up at you. “Eddie,” you cup his cheek, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back, bringing his free hand up to your cheek. “What was that for…?” You smile pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I should have told you that so long ago. I’ve loved you since when I was 11 and you won me that cat plush from the claw machine, loved you when you gave me my first kiss all those years ago. Hell, I loved you when we were in that lake at night, and you held me so close to you. God, why didn’t I tell you soon?” You cry, tears streaming down your face.

He grins at you, teeth showing, “I love you, (y/n), so much. God, never let me do something like that again. Could’ve died and never had this moment.” He laughs, and you do too. You give him another kiss, this time letting it last longer.

“I’ll go get the doctor now, let them know you’re awake.” You smile and pull away from him.

Eddie stays in the hospital for another couple of days after waking up, for checkups and tests. You finally become his girlfriend after years of being best friends.

As much as your world was turned upside down within the last month, being able to call him yours, finally, made it all worth it. You’d fight a thousand more demobats to be able to go back in time and live every moment of your life with him again. Because finally, after so long, you knew how much you both loved each other. It was all gonna be ok.

#friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #x reader #x f!reader #eddie munson x f!reader #childhood friends to lovers #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #angst and fluff

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Hi!

i just wanted to know if your requests are open and if they are i wanted to request something with Judd birch x GN!reader like their in highschool together and known each other for years because of leah (your her bestfriend) and he kinda falls in love with the reader and only soft and fluffy around them, all fluff x

-Markus

Hi <3 my requests are open, I’m just bad at getting through them lol

Tags: Judd Birch x gn! Reader, very cute, very fluffy, Judd is emotionally constipated, sex references, this is a big mouth fanfic cmon, I also still don’t know how to write hormone monster dialogue, talk and mentions of masturbating? Idek man, I didn’t edit it through bc I’m lazy, I wrote this at 2 am

Authors note: hello! I hope you like this <3 I realized that I always write with fem! Readers in mind so this was a nice change, I hope it’s readable (: see you at the bottom lol

Word count: 1,8k words

Judd Birch is a simp:

It just sorta happened one day, like BAM he had fallen for you. Hard.

I mean, he saw you around all the time, at school or hanging out with Leah at his house so it took him a pretty long time to realize he liked you

Of course Maury had been by his side the whole time, telling him to do all sorts of lewd things to you but he never really took it seriously

To him you were still just the quiet little 12-year-old Leah befriended in 8th grade

Until you suddenly became so much more

Maury had been going on about how cute you were for a long time, but it wasn’t until your junior year that Judd started agreeing with his hormone monster

You had always annoyed him significantly less than all of his siblings other friends, so he tolerated having you around

You also never bothered him at school, unless Leah wanted him to drive the two of you home

It was the day after summer break, the start of yours and Leah’s junior year and Judd’s senior

He drove Leah to school and as soon as he parked, she basically threw herself out the van and ran towards someone

He slowly followed her across the parking lot, somewhat curious to see where she was going

She threw herself at someone, and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was you

But when he did, he was absolutely stunned. I mean, he straight up stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging slightly open

You had grown over the summer, seemingly both physically and mentally

You seemed so much more confident in yourself, and it seemed like you had found your own style too

He would never admit it in a million years, but he thought you looked really nice in your new clothes

‘Judd likes y/n! Judd likes y/n!’ Maury appeared behind him, mockingly singing about Judd’s newfound crush

Judd’s face morphed into a scowl, as he continued to ignore his hormone monster

‘C’mon man! I can see your little heart-boner from here! It’s obvious.’ Maury chuckled, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it over Judd’s heart, feeling his slightly increased heartbeat

“Oh, Judd! I’m surprised you actually showed up today,” You called to him, suddenly turning all your attention to the older teen

He quickly recovered from his shock, shoving Maury aside and putting on his usual stone-faced expression

The wind blew your hair out of your face as you walked towards him, and he had to admit.. you were quite easy on the eyes, and your voice sounded nice calling his name and-

He lost track of his thoughts when suddenly you were in front of him. ‘Here’s the plan. Ditch school, throw them into your van and plow them till you’re shooting blanks!’ Maury said, grabbing Judd’s arm and tucking him towards the van

Judd exhaled through clenched teeth, not even realizing he had been holding his breath as you walked up to him, Leah in tow

“Fuck off.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Don’t you have to go help Leah with her gay ass theater group, or some shit?”

You grinned, unfazed by his foul attitude. “Alright, mr grumpy pants. I hope you had a nice summer though, it sucks I didn’t get to see you much.”

‘FUCK YEAH! THEY MISSED YOU?’ Maury yelled in victory, throwing a bottle of whiskey to the ground, shattering it loudly. ‘Hear that, judder-butter? My dick tells me you have a good chance with them,’ he purred.

Judd didn’t even notice Maury, face slowly flushing as he took in your words. Judd Birch was not one to blush, never had he been known to look anything but murderous, but suddenly his whole facade melted and turned bright red

He coughed. “Uh. Sure. It’s not like I have time to hang out with dumb ass kids anyways,” he muttered, painfully aware how both his ears and face was now bright pink

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re only a year older than me, dipshit.”

Despite the flush on his face, he still managed to look somewhat intimidating as he rolled his eyes and gave a low grunt. Just before he could clumsily come up with an answer, Leah pulled your arm

“C’mon y/n, we gotta go meet Daniel in the assembly hall,” she whined, causing Judd to finally pay attention to his younger sister and break his trance

“Go piss off to your gross theater group. I won’t pick you up, walk home nutsacks.” And with that, he walked off, leaving you and Leah in the parking lot

He finally relaxed as he rounded a corner, out of sight from you and Leah

‘NOOO! What was that? Get back over there and show them a better fucking time than whatever gangbang they’ve got going on in their theater group!’ Maury pleaded, throwing himself dramatically on the ground

‘Look! My little penis was so excited!’ Maury pulled a tiny penis out and held it in his hand, the creature giving Judd a disappointed sigh

Judd stopped walking, leaning against the brick wall he was walking past “Shut the fuck up.” He grunted, sending Maury a glare.

The hormone monster simply chuckled, unfazed by his anger. ‘But loook! How can you say no to such a cute little thing? He’s so sad, he’s getting all soft..” Maury stood up, shoving the little penis in Judd’s face. Sure enough, it was crying

Judd sighed deeply, thoughts of you flooding his brain. He leaned his head back against the walls, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine.” He snapped. “Let’s go Jack off.”

Maury roared in victory, giving Judd’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “And this is why you’re my favorite, kid.”

After that, Judd started showing up to school significantly more

He started letting you sit in the front seat when he picked you and Leah up, actually leaving his room when you came over, going out of his way to do you small favors, ect

Let’s just say Leah caught on real quick

“You know Judd is totally into you, right?” She said one day, while you were sitting in her room, getting ready for a party

“Huh?” You said, too focused on smoothing out your clothes in the mirror to pay attention

“Judd. My brother. The psychopath. Future serial killer, he likes you.”

You paused, turning to look at her. She was lying on her back on the bed, head hanging down the side as she stared at you upside down. “No way. Judd hates everyone,” you said, searching her face for any signs that she was joking

She looked completely serious as she said: “Yes way. He’s a total simp. It’s almost cute, actually, like, in a deranged creepy kinda way,”

You scrunched up your nose, thinking back to your latest interaction with Judd. He didn’t seem that different, did he? There was that one time he got you free weed, multiple times were his raccoons escorted you places to make sure you were safe, not to mention all the car rides and-

“Oh my god.” You said, looking bewildered at Leah. She grinned, rolling around to lay on her stomach. “You know, I’ve never seen him not make threats at someone. You really did a number on him,” she giggled

Slowly, your face started to heat up and you turned away from your friend with a hand clasped over your mouth. “I mean, he’s always been nice to me- I just- I didn’t think it was a big deal?”

Leah got up off the bed. “Of course it’s a big deal! You even like all the same stuff! Have you seen the way he looks at you when you talk about horror movies? Or when he offered to lend you that one, uh, what’s it called? The game with zombies or something. But anyways, that’s, like the biggest deal ever!”

You hid your face in your hands, trying to conceal the large grin that spread across your face.

“But,” Leah continued and even if you weren’t looking at her, you could tell she was grinning too. “If you’re going to date, it better not interfere with the theater rehearsals,”

You huffed out a laugh, turning back to look at her. “I wouldn’t miss those hours of watching you flirt with Daniel for anything!”

Now it was Leah’s turn to blush, the conversation quickly moving on as she went into detail about whatever Daniel had done that day

After that, you finally started noticing Judd’s odd behavior

What he called flirting, some people would probably call kinda creepy, but you didn’t mind

You liked the stolen glances, how he got angry when he blushed, the quick touches and the long talks you would have about music and movies when Leah was doing something else

You also thought it quite funny how he could go from growling at his family, to looking at you with big puppy-dog eyes in mere seconds

He’s literally only like that to you, would never be soft in public either

You started having lots of movie nights, the guy always has a new low-budget gore-fest up his sleeve

But oh my god, he’ll get so soft if you fall asleep during a movie

Like, gently tucking you in under the blanket and cuddling up to you, he even trades his scowl in for a cute little content expression

Even if he just thinks you’re asleep, he’ll sometimes mutter a bunch of lovey-dovey stuff, don’t ever ask him about it tho bc he will deny it

I think I’ve said this in a previous hc, but high Judd is soft Judd

If you’re high and the mood is right, you could coax almost anything out of him

He’ll quietly say stuff like “you know I love you, right?” Or “I’m sorry I called you fuckface, I didn’t mean it. I actually really like looking at your face.”

On very, very rare occasions his family has caught him being soft

Like, you’re cuddling on the couch or something when Nick gets home from school

Or Leah catches him softly whisper to you while you sleep

She totally filmed it and uses it as blackmail.

“Drive me to rehearsals or everyone’s gonna see you being a simp for y/n” is the only threat that ever works on Judd

Anyways, he’s a good boyfriend but don’t expect him to be soft all the time

He is most of the time, but he also has quite the temper. If he ever says something truly mean to you, he’ll feel so bad about it though

He will beg Leah to talk to you if you’re mad at him

Don’t get fooled by his attitude, he’s so whipped for you

This was so cute (,: I love Judd

I also want to thank everyone for a 1000 followers! I’m really not that active and I honestly didn’t expect to reach a 1000 lmao

But I’m really grateful, thank you all so much for reading <3

I hope you enjoyed this too, tysm for requesting!

If you want to request more Judd stuff, or anything else please go to my profile.

Love, author

#i hope this is okay #big mouth #big mouth x reader #judd birch #judd birch x reader #judd birch is so hot help #self insert #help I was trying to write birch and I accidentally wrote Judd bitch

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader.

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

-I really hope you like my second book, and I'm excited to share this all with you, so without further do, enjoy the prologue of my new book. :)

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"Venom.....?"

'Hm?'

"How long has it been? You know....since the incident....?"

'Five years.....why?'

"No reason...I think it's funny...."

'Funny? Funny how? You were in a living hell, and you're telling me that situation is funny? You're truly are fucking weird brat...'

"Heh. Guess I am...five years ago today, I finally got my drunk ass dad to jail, and guess where that got me? Living in an abandoned house, now looking at a murder scene of a Mexican guy, where his robot is hiding in an addict....now looking back, this like I have right now is no fucking Island dream; it's paradise, am I right?"

'If this hell hole is your definition of paradise, I don't know what your vacation will be like. Do you dream about Mexicans being murdered every night? Because that's a weird kink to have.'

Your eyes rolled. "Yeah, of course I do; the blood of Mexicans aroused my blood." Venom popped out of your back. "Really?! Hah! Who knew-OUCH!" Throwing a sandwich at his head, you glared at him. "Do you really think that this was my kink?! You are truly disgusting." He let out a low growl before putting the whole sandwich, with the wrapper in his mouth, having no effect on eating something not edible. 'Can you blame me? You watch crime documentaries and celebrate when a murderer or a rapist is sentenced to death; I can't tell the difference between your fantasies or your interest, so I fucking apologize.'

Sighing, your elbows leaned more onto the railing. Eyes looked down to a house, which police cars surrounded. This house holds a special event with codes and keys of importance to Jerhico. North Sent you and Venom since if things could go south, you can grab the deviant with ease, preventing the police from being able to access the information.

You and your slimy friend have been on the rooftop for hours, getting nothing from the enemy but standing and complaining about the gruesome smell. With Venom eating all the sandwiches, snacks, and fuel you brought for this mission, it didn't take even ten minutes before another car pulled up to the crime scene, a rather old, yet grumpy man coming out of it.

Intrigued, your eyes followed him, watching the fat officer shake the man's head.

"Venom, let's listen in on those two.' "Copy, but don't blame me when they're talking dirty to each other. You can't get that shit out of your brain for a while." Confused, you didn't think of Venom's comment as he went back inside you, giving you hearing a 100% upgrade.

"Ah, for fuck sake, I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Confused, you looked around, your eyes soon landing on someone unfamiliar.

Eyes widened, you noticed an LED on the male, notifying you that it was an android. 'Why the fuck is the tin can working with the police?' sighing, your eyes stared at the android, looking around his body for any clues. You noticed his suit had writing on it, the letters reading RK 800 and cyber life. You weren't surprised that the police would hire an android, which makes them not as stupid as you realise.

"It's not a devient...this mission is going to be a lot harder with him on their side..."

"Yes, but we do know where the stray is...if we can get to him now, then we can just grab the fucker and flee back to jerhico, simple as that."

"It's not that simple."

"And why is that brat?"

"This android they hired is the best of the best, able to sense, see, and hear any human, robot, and android hundreds and maybe thousands of yards around him. He's able to track down evidence, previous situations, and many devients in just under ten minutes. If we try and get the devient out, he will know we are there, and this whole operation is blown."

"Well, I guess our time limit is ten minutes then, do you fucking know who I am? I was able to make us as silent as a mouse when it was just us breaking into Jericho, this will be a piece of cake." Sighing, you threw your empty burger wrapper behind you while hopping back to your feet. Stretching a bit, you continued to eye the crime scene below, watching as the three went inside the house, the android stopping momentarily.

"Tin can, oi! What are you standing there for?!" The android sensed something wrong as his head looked around the area. Seeing almost no one, his sensors were acting weirdly, as his eyes looked to the building you were standing on.

Venom, who quickly pulled up your cloak, covered yourself as he looked straight at you, the long black cloth blowing with the rainy-mixed win.

Smirking, you were fond of the looks of this robot, as he was not like any moddle you ever seen.

His hair was a dark brown, slicked back as the rain didn't mess it up, his skin a medium pale as beautiful, yet perfect dotted freckles painted his face.

The suit he wore from cyber life hugged ever inch of his body, his jacket blowing with the wind as well, his brown eyes digging into your mysterious soul. "Earth to fucking Connor!" Not getting anything when he scanned you, he turned to Hank and the officer, who were looking at him confusingly. "The hell is wrong with you? Looks like you saw a ghost or something.." Shaking his thoughts, Connor took a deep breath. "Apologize lieutenant, the air just suddenly changed. But, to add to your comment, Ghost's do not exist, I was just simply scanning the area." Weirded out by him more, Hank let out a scoff before turning. "Fucking androids...just...don't do anything stupid alright, we don't want the crime scene to be messed up-AH CHRIST THIS FUCKING STINKS!" A large, uncomfortable scent aroused throughout the house, multiple scents hitting the human's noses as both of them cringed with disgust. "We gotta call from the landlord around eight to tell it that the victim hadn't paid his rent back for a few months. So I thought he'd drop by to see what's going on. This smell, to be honest was worse before we opened the windows. So, have at it you two, the victim's name is Carlos Ortiz, who has a record of theft and assault."

Hank looked down at the victim, with great disgust as blood ran down the humans mouth. Multiple stab wounds were onto the mans stomach, leaving indents from his shirt. Connor, started investigating behind the two, as the old man's eyes glared to the officer slightly. "Did the neighbors hear anything or say anything about him?" The officer sighed. "According to them, he was kind of a loner. Stayed inside most of the time, and they hardly ever saw him.." Hank bended down to his level "Well, the state he's in Wentworth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. He coulda waited till morning. How long do ya think he's been here?" The officer shrugged. "Probably for a good three or four weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here, probably the murder weapon." Hank took something from the officers hands, Connor distracted which gave you a chance to get closer to the house.

Making sure the officers around the house didn't see you, you leaped crossed buildings, the trees to the victims yard as your silhouette shined in the clouded moonlight behind, your cloak still attached to your head.

Landing simply on the roof, your feet was light, so no loud thumping was heard at all.There was a hole in the middle of the roof, you walking simply closer to it as you were able to see the android, hank, and the whole investigation easily.

Kneeling down, you were making sure to be careful, as you just listened in to the convo that is going on right now. "Any signs of a break in?" Asked Hank. "Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside. All of the windows were boarded up. The killer must have gotten out the back way." 'You know, for humans without superpowers, their pretty stupid.' Nodding, you sighed. "Agreed, but, I wouldn't know the deviant was still here if I didn't have you...let's see if they can figure it out first, don't want to be unfair to them hmm?" 'Right, but we both know the Rk 800 is going to figure it out, right? He's a police android for fuck sake.' "Yeah, but, let's just hope he takes a bit of time going through the crime scene, I always wanted to watch one in real life, it just gets me excited." "Your fucking weird, you know that?" Chuckling, you adjusted your position, while now fully sitting onto the roof. "Guilty as charged." Looking more to the operation below, you saw the man, who seemed to be named Hank, holding the light up more to carlos, Connor, or the android, still was looking around, Piecing the evidence and everything together. "What do we know about his android?" "Not much, the neighbors confirmed he had one but it wasn't here when we arrived....I-I gotta get some air." As the officer left, you weren't surprised with how weak his nose was, as the smell of dead, rotting bodies was pretty brutal. Looking around some more, your eyes landed on the Wall, which had a writing of 'I AM ALIVE' written on it. Getting out a pad of paper, you scribbled it down, then writing a note that the android turned deviant, probably from the attacker. Looking up from the pad of paper, your eyes landed on the android, who looked at some red ice, then made his way to the murder weapon. Kneeling down to it, his fingers touched the blood, soon putting it to his mouth. Cringing from the sight, you had to look away before Venom popped out. 'The hell is he doing?! That's fucking disgusting! Even I won't eat 4 weeks old of blood!'

"Oi! What the fuck are ya doin'? That's fucking disgusting!" Hank told him, as Connor simply turned to the man. "I'm sorry, I'm analyzing the blood, I can check samples in real time. I should have warned you." Turning back to him, you were impressed with his response, as you wanted to Jot that down under this robots abilties. You could sense Hank was still disgusted, but slightly impressed as well as he began to back away. "Well-alright, but put no more fucking evidence in your mouth got it?" Connor nodded. "Got it." Hank scoffed. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." As Hank walked away, connor continued to look around, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the hallway, he even looked out the back, trying to see if the devient walked out the back.

But to his surprise, he found no Foot prints at all, notifying he's still in the house.

'Three minutes left, we need to get to the robot. Now. ' Nodding, you quickly got up, trying your best to be quiet as Venom told you the way, you ending up in the attic just a couple steps away.

The room was full of manikins and other storage stuff, you of course seeing the devient hiding behind boxes, while of course holding a metal pipe into his hands.

Sighing, you hopped off the roof, landing in the attic with a slight thud, which alerted the deviant.

Scooting back instantly, his eyes widened when he met you, who was just standing their. "W-Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Eyebrows furrowing, you could sense he was truly scared, and traumatized as dents, blue blood, and human blood were attached all over his body. He looked like hell, as the pipe that was in his hands shook with his body. Taking a step, you began to head towards him, in a calm yet caring manner. "Do not be afraid, I am not her to hurt you. I understand what you've been through, you were abused, correct?" Eyes widened with surprise, he held the pipe towards you, scooting back as you got closer. "H-How d-did you know t-that-" "I know all things-we know a lot of things. Carol Ortiz, hit you with the bat, almost ended your life as you just wanted to be free, wanted to be a better version of yourself. I know all the bad things he said to you, the brutal things he has done to you, you were only just trying to defend yourself." The deviants breath's became shakier, as you sensed more fear coming from him. "H-He was going to kill me...I-I d-didn't know what else to do-for the first time that night, I truly felt like myself, free, I couldn't let him do anything else to me..I-I didn't mean to kill him-" Smiling gently, you kneeled more to him, grasping the robots hands into yours. "I know..that's exactly why I'm here, to take you to a safer place." His eyes widened. "W-What do you mean by that? What could be safer, the humans hate me, how are you so willing to help?" "Because I know what your going through, androids and all humans alike deserve a better life, the weak and abused deserve to live freely without being in fear. I know your scared, and confused right now, but before the Humans find us, you need to come with me." Hesitant for a second, the android didn't know what to answer nor did he have time. You could sense someone else in the room instantly, as the RK 800 suddenly came into your view.

Eyes widened, you came in front of the deviant, Connor shooting his gun to you as Venom easily blocked it, pushing the android to a wall.

The Gunshot alerted hank, as he hurried to the attic stairs. "Connor! What is going on up there!?" Grabbing the deviants hand, he allowed you to lead the way, as both of you made a run for it towards the window. "IT'S HERE LUITENANT! HE'S ESCAPING WITH SOMEONE!" Hank let out a low growl, slightly cursing before sending more officers out side.

Connor bolted from the wall, heading to the window you hopped off of, before your eyes locked with his.

Stopping for a second, he got a slight glimpse of you, before your mouth formed a smirk, your hood still keeping your identity from being revealed.

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" He asked, as the only response he heard was a giggle, your body fully turning to him with the deviant behind you. "The world needs to know the truth, and the cruelty humans bring. I am not who you think I am, but you, yourself will know the truth of freedom." Gritting his teeth, he saw you about to jump out of the window before he bolted, his arm reaching for your cloak.

But, before he could grab it, wind rushed in front of him, pushing connor back as you teleported away, taking the Deviant with you.

As his back slammed on the ground, his eyes instantly opened, him hopping back to his feet, his eyes and interface scanning for you.

You were gone.

Hank, who was outside witnessed the whole thing, his eyes winded with surprise as everything happened so fast.

Holding his watch up to his lips, he took a deep breath. "Tin can! Are you still there?! What the fuck happened? Do you have the suspect?!" It was silent for a second, as connor let out a slight curse, heading to the window.

No traces of you were found, as the remembrance of you and the deviant slipping through his fingers came through his mind, his LED turning a purple color. "I lost them Hank....."

"Someone took the deviant."

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Thanks for reading the prologue, stay tuned for the first chapter, which will be uploaded Monday, July 3rd.

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