#n i was worried they'd make fun of me so it was nice that they didnt 💀

[jinnie-ret]

9th member reader where skz are on a talk show or smth and the host is saying some uncomfy stuff abt reader being the only girl in a group of boys. the boys would be kinda passive aggressive about their replies because they cant outright say anything for fear of bad publicity and being disrespectful. i like the idea of the boys sticking up for reader in any way they can, even if they have to be sly about it so reader knows they have their back

bite my tongue

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: angst

content warnings: sexual harassment (verbal)

word count: 1.6k

summary: when an interviewer decides to pick on you specifically, the boys do their best to hold back and get you out of the situation.

Thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

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You decided you hated interviews. There was clearly a difference between how they'd talk to the boys in comparison to how they'd treat you. Whether it was by completely ignoring your existence or sexualising you as the only female in the group, it made you feel awful. The gross comments that were made caused you to feel uncomfortable, yet your demeanour was too shy to fight back. Perhaps that was a good thing, you had 8 other members to defend you at all times anyways.

You were currently doing an interview to promote S-CLASS, your new title track, and it seemed to be a nice atmosphere, a nice sit down conversation where you could talk about your music mixed in with other personal questions to make it more fun. But that was the issue, it wasn't fun. It started off light-hearted, and you worried you were being sensitive and overreacting at first when you suspected the questions you received weren't normal ones, but by the expressions on the boys' faces, you realised you were right to feel this way.

"So, Y/N, tell me, what was it like getting to do a more masculine dance this time? I saw the music video and I was quite surprised at how well you did," the male interviewer started off.

You mouth visibly dropped open in shock, yet you did your best to answer, despite your nerves.

"Ummm, I think my dance skills have improved over the years, yes," you said, not able to make eye contact with the man, not directly saying anything about his prejudiced words.

You had been with Stray Kids from the very start. Yes, the public had their things to say about you being in a group with a bunch of guys, but it had been 5 years now. Of course you were accustomed to the dance style of Stray Kids. You had created your own image through your music and dance, so what if the dance moves were typically more powerful with sharper movements? You were part of the dance line for a reason.

"Our Y/Nnie did so well," Hyunjin ruffled your hair from where he was sat behind you, trying to lighten the mood as he could tell his other members weren't too happy with how you were being treated.

You turned to Hyunjin with a thankful smile.

"So, 3RACHA, you do all the producing for the group right? That's quite a unique situation amongst idol groups," the man asked the group, and nearly everyone let out a sigh of relief and allowed themselves to smile, grateful for a normal question.

"Ah yes, 3RACHA have been together since predebut, so we've worked hard over the years to create music that represents our group and who we are," Jisung nodded and explained.

You couldn't help but check the time on your watch, seeing there was still 10 minutes to go.

"Y/N, how did it feel having to squeeze into your outfit in the MV? I noticed it was quite a tight leather jumpsuit you wore, that must have been difficult to wear considering it clinged onto you so tightly," the man directed his question at you again, and you were taken aback once more.

"It, umm, it wasn't too difficult, yeah... I think it fitted the vibe of the song," you said, clearly uncomfortable as you shifted in your seat.

Why did you get these types of questions? The boys got asked about music, and you instead got ridiculed for your skills and sexualised by the gross man in his mid 40s.

"Don't you want to ask me about how I fitted into my outfit? I've been working out these days," Changbin tensed his arms, flexing and patting his muscles proudly as he took the attention away from you. He seemed to have been thinking the same way as you.

"Maybe you should help Y/N, she's so small and weak, you could do anything you wanted with her," the man suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you, and quite frankly, you wanted to throw up.

"Have you been working out, sir?" Minho spoke sharply and asked the man, infuriated.

"Oh yes I'm quite strong, can lift just about anyone in this room," he said. The statement of course, inferred he was challenging everyone else, yet his eyes never left your shy and nervous figure sat on the stool.

Everyone could see it. And they knew it was time for something to be done. They didn't think they could last the rest of the interview without punching the interviewer in the face. Yet, they did their best to keep their composure.

"Sorry, sir," Chan began through gritted teeth, tongue poking his cheek, "unfortunately we don't have anymore time for this interview," and he gestured everyone to stand up and follow his lead, exiting the room.

As you did so, you saw the blatantly shocked face on the man's face, Felix wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you left.

The boys were calm, until you made it to your backstage room where you had gotten ready earlier. All hell broke loose.

"What does that man think he's doing?" Changbin slammed his hand down onto the table, making you jump as you stayed quiet.

"I can't believe all those stupid things he was saying!" Minho growled, folding his arms.

"He's disgusting," Seungmin shook his head.

Chan was the angriest of them all, face of thunder as he paced the room. And yet, you couldn't help but feel bad. Surely, that interview couldn't be released now? And it was meant to help promote your new music, and because of your presence in the group, you felt like you were taking that opportunity away from them.

"Y/Nnie?" Jeongin waved his hand in your face to get your attention.

"Hmm?" you shook your head wondering what he was asking.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, and with all the anger that was in the room, it dissipated with your calm voice breaking through it.

"I guess..." you didn't really know what to say at this point. You felt like you should have been used to it by now.

"I know that look on your face, Y/Nnie, don't even go there," Chan shook his head at you, a frown still present on his face.

"I don't want to do interviews anymore," you suddenly blurted, fiddling with your hands nervously.

"Y/N..." Hyunjin sighed, but you cut him off.

"Every time we promote something we get an interview like this that can't be put out to the public. And it's because I'm here. And then that means our music will be getting out to less people out there and-" you fretted.

"If you seriously think this is your fault Y/N," Seungmin sat up, pure disbelief seeping through his words as he couldn't believe that even with the way you were being treated you still felt guilty.

"Y/N, you didn't make that interviewer say all those gross things towards you," Felix rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

"You actually did really well to still try and answer him," Jisung nodded at you, thinking that he wouldn't have been able to have done the same thing.

"I had to bite my tongue so many times to not shout at him," Changbin gritted his teeth.

"This is why I shouldn't do these anymore, because it just ends up stressing you guys out," you felt bad, sitting down with your leg bouncing up and down.

"You're worried about us? We're worried about you, it's not fair that someone talks to you like that," Jeongin shook his head, hands on his hips.

"Y/N, here's what we're going to do. First, we're going to file a complaint against that guy. And second, for all future interviews we'll get the company to do a thorough check on if they're respectful and actually treat their guests right," Chan began, a plan already sorted in his mind for what action they could take.

"You're part of this group as much as anyone else, we can't represent Stray Kids without you there with us," Minho said like it was obvious, but it didn't feel that way to you.

"But it's always going to be the same thing. I'd rather not risk it again," you say, upset at the situation you had all been put in.

"Chan hyung already said, we can check what the show is like before going on it. That way you can decide from there, yeah?" Felix suggested, hand stroking through your hair as he sat next to you on the sofa.

"Or if you really don't want to do interviews anymore, I'm sure there's a way we can work around it. We could do more company based promotions and Div.1 can help us make our own shows?" Jisung wondered.

"No, I don't want to make things more complicated... I'll do them, I will, I just don't want this to ever happen again. It stresses me out, makes me feel all, gross," you shuddered.

"As long as you're sure, Y/N," Changbin checked in on you as everyone grabbed their things ready to leave the studio.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you mustered up a small smile, leaving with the others.

As you walked to the cars, you spoke up again, speaking louder than your normal quiet voice to catch the attention of everyone else.

"Thanks, by the way guys. Thank you for doing that."

"You don't have to thank us for that, Y/Nnie. We'd do that anytime, you know that," Hyunjin ruffled your hair, him and the rest of the boys now seeming more themselves and happier as you were leaving.

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[astonmartinii]

was wondering if you could do a smau or just a normal fic where oscar or lando are with an f1 academy driver!reader where maybe outside of racing reader is slightly alternative/rockstar gf vibes

hope you have a good day!

i am the rockstar, girlfriend | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x f1academy!reader

yourusername

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yourusername: you get the best of both worlds

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user1: enough is enough i need to be her

user2: someone get that kitty cat some ear protectors

yourusername: i found cumberland sausage in a bush by an airfield baby has ear drums of literal steel

user3: i wish i was a kitten who gets to go racing and live the rockstar life

racerbia: tell cumberland i love her

yourusername: so what about me ???

racerbia: i guess i love you too

yourusername: that's what i thought

user4: miss ma'am lowkey MADE it tell me why she has olivia rodrigo in her likes

user5: the girlies been using y/n as a pinterest board

oscarpiastri: who's the cutie

yourusername: oh oscar i'm blushing ... 😊

oscarpiastri: i meant cumberland sausage

yourusername: blocked.

oscarpiastri: i'm in your walls.

user6: i'm sorry but what the fuck is going on in here

user7: i'm just going to sit back and observe

vogue

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vogue: this month's cover of british vogue is up and coming f1 academy driver y/n y/ln who doesn't let her day job as a driver stop her from embracing her chosen aesthetic in every other aspect of her life. inside y/n touches upon her struggles as a woman in the industry, inspiring others and her scene-stealing cat, cumberland sausage.

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user8: mama on the cover of vogue ???

user9: okay i don't have a clue what the f1 academy is but i may have to tune in now

yourusername: thank yew for having me 🥰

user10: i guess we can't gatekeep her anymore

user11: gatekeep? girl she had like 700k followers before this

racerbia: oh so my bestie FAMOUS famous

yourusername: don't worry i'll never forget you

racerbia: i should hope not you still don't have your road license and who gives you lifts?

yourusername: i love youuuuuuuu

user12: so not to make it about a man, but oscar always be in the comments/interacting with posts from/about y/n

user13: rocks for brains

user14: tbf they'd be cute

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: can't keep me away from the racing, i spent my spare weekend in barcelona with the f1 academy. oh i guess i bumped into y/n (most importantly, cumberland sausage)

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user15: so ... did anyone else know they were friends?

user16: i went dumpster-diving to find out and they're very lowkey but they've known each other a long time but because of racing in different series they've mostly had an online friendship

user15: interesting

yourusername: always nice to see you osc, and cumberland says thank you for her dreamies

oscarpiastri: she's always the highlight of our visits

yourusername: stop playing hard to get

oscarpiastri: you know i'm always easy for you

user16: @yourusername you know we can all see this, right?

yourusername: i know that's half the fun

user17: god this comment section fried my brain

landonorris: so THIS is where you were this weekend

oscarpiastri: yes, i told you this

landonorris: nooooo, you skipped my bbq because you were visiting "someone special"

oscarpiastri: yes, cumberland sausage

landonorris: i'm on to you, piastri 🤨

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f1academy: OH WOW !! y/n y/ln sets a record this weekend in monza by leading all practices, grabbing pole for all three races, leading all laps and winning all three races - the first ever f1 academy grand chelem

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user18: okay but like what more does she need to do to get to f2?

user19: i was there and lord this is DOMINATION

racerbia: that's MY teammate

yourusername: i love youuuuuu

user20: now this is a slay

oscarpiastri: wowowowowowowo

yourusername: do i make you speechless?

oscarpiastri: you know it

user21: these bitches are just teasing us now.

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yourusername: happy birthday cumberland sausage, my pretty girl, mummy and daddy love you xxx

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user22: MUMMY AND DADDY?

user23: so we're all idiots?

racerbia: i thought you guys agreed on a soft launch?

yourusername: too much effort, cumberland's birthday is now

racerbia: your mind confuses me so much

user24: i'm new here someone PLEASE tell me how this cat ended up with the name cumberland sausage

yourusername: when i rescued her the only food i had in my flat was a pack of sausages and it just stuck

oscarpiastri: does this make you a milf?

yourusername: and you a dilf?

landonorris: who are you and what have you done with my teammate?

oscarpiastri: are you just annoyed you found out the same time as everyone else?

landonorris: .... no

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: best weekend, with the best of company

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user25: mama y papa

user26: obsessed with y/n's need to bring her cat with her everywhere, she's just like me

yourusername: so proud of you osc

oscarpiastri: maybe it's because i had a good luck charm in my garage

yourusername: that's cute, but for real you're just TALENTED AS FUCK AND DESERVE EVERYTHING

user27: loving y/n's brand of aggressive positive reinforcement

mclaren: turns out we ARE a cat friendly garage

yourusername: that you are, and your catering is very good 10/10 experience would do again

oscarpiastri: extra points for letting cumberland sleep on a tyre blanket

yourusername

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yourusername: living the dream

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user28: that should be me 😭

user29: god i have seen what you have done for others

oscarpiastri: i dream of you often

landonorris: i beg you stop being horny on main

oscarpiastri: you made it weird mate i'm just professing my love for my girlfriend

yourusername: awwww love you too baby

user30: the way oscar is lowkey bringing in y/n's aesthetic

yourusername: i love this thought but really he'd just came for a last min visit and that is my shirt 😭

oscarpiastri: don't expose me like that

user31: now that's MY f1 IT couple

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri instagram au #oscar piastri #oscar piastri imagine

[bangchansdirty-slut]

"Would you like another one?"

Paring: Baker!Felix x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Brownie Boy decides to put a little something inside a brownie he made just for you so he can get a special ingredient for his frosting.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this half-awake today. Also, should I make a fem version of this? Anyways enjoy! And requests are opened.

M/n stepped into the dimly lit bakery, the smell of freshly baked pastries filling the air. It was well past closing time, but Felix, M/n's best friend and the baker extraordinaire, had left a light on for him. The two of them shared a special bond, one that transcended mere friendship; they were practically inseparable. M/n wove through the empty tables, the chairs on top of them, and the counters covered in neatly stacked bowls of freshly whipped cream and sprinkles. He rounded the corner to find Felix in the back, his hands covered in flour, his face beet red from the heat of the oven.

"Hey, Felix," M/n called out, setting his bag down on the counter. "You know you could've just texted me to come back later."

Felix laughed, wiping his flour-covered hands on his apron. "Oh, you know me, M/n. I always like to see you." He glanced at the clock, then back at M/n. "But since you're here, why don't you help me with these cupcakes? I made an extra-large batch today, and I could use an extra pair of hands."

M/n nodded, stepping up to the counter. He loved helping Felix in the kitchen; it always made him feel so… useful. Together, they worked in companionable silence, piping icing onto the cupcakes and decorating them with sprinkles. After a few minutes, Felix paused and leaned in close. "You know," he whispered, "I made a special brownie just for you."

M/n's stomach growled at the mention of brownies. "You did?" Felix grinned, handing him the pan. "Go ahead, take it. I already put it in the oven, so it should be nice and warm."

As M/n carried the pan over to the oven, he felt a surge of warmth in his chest. It wasn't just from the heat of the oven; it was the thoughtfulness behind Felix's gesture. He set the pan on the counter, taking a deep breath in anticipation of the first bite. He glanced over at Felix, who was carefully icing one of the cupcakes, and found himself wondering how long it had been since they'd had a night like this, just the two of them.

Time seemed to slow down as he took a bite of the brownie. The chocolate was rich and fudgy, the walnuts providing a pleasant crunch against his teeth. But it wasn't long before he felt a strange sensation washing over him. His cheeks flushed, his heart raced, and he found himself unable to meet Felix's gaze. "Um," he stammered, putting the half-eaten brownie down on the counter. "Felix, I think you put something in this brownie."

Felix laughed, walking over to stand behind M/n. "You mean the aphrodisiac?" he asked, his breath hot against M/n's ear. "Don't worry about it. It's all natural, and it'll make things more fun."

As the effects of the aphrodisiac continued to take hold, M/n found himself growing more and more uncomfortable. His heart raced, and he could feel a warmth building in his groin. "Felix," he said, his voice strained, "I don't feel so good."

Felix placed a reassuring hand on M/n's shoulder. "It's okay, M/n. Just relax. You're with me, and I won't let anything happen that you don't want." He guided M/n over to the counter and helped him sit down. "Now, just take deep breaths and try to calm down."

As M/n tried to steady his breath, Felix retrieved a bowl from the cupboard and placed it on the counter. "I'm going to help you feel better," Felix whispered, his voice low and soothing. He knelt down in front of M/n and gently urged him onto all fours. "Just like this."

M/n felt a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as he obeyed Felix's instructions. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but wonder what Felix was planning to do next. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Felix had retrieved a bottle of frosting from a drawer. "Felix?" he whimpered.

Felix smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, M/n. I'm just going to make sure you're comfortable. This will help." He dipped his fingers into the cupcake frosting onto his fingers before slowly, carefully parting M/n's cheeks. "Just try to relax and enjoy this."

As Felix's fingers traced circles around M/n's anus, his touch was surprisingly gentle. He started by just teasing the entrance, using his fingertips to spread the icing that was already there. Then, with a soft moan, he began to slowly push one finger inside. M/n let out a soft gasp, his body tensing up, but Felix continued to move in and out of him, careful not to go too deep or too fast.

With each thrust of his fingers, Felix pressed harder against the spot that made M/n squirm the most. It felt so good, but at the same time, it was almost too much. His hips bucked involuntarily against Felix's hand, begging for more contact. "Felix…" he moaned, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing.

As Felix's fingers expertly worked their magic, M/n couldn't help but notice the wet, sticky sensation that was starting to build between his legs. The aphrodisiac was doing its job, and his arousal was growing by the second. He could feel himself becoming more and more engorged, the head of his cock beginning to peek out from the folds of his foreskin.

Just when M/n thought he couldn't take any more, Felix withdrew his fingers and knelt down behind him. M/n felt the warmth of his breath against his sensitive skin before he felt the tip of Felix's tongue press against his entrance. With a soft, wet lick, Felix began to circle his tongue around M/n's opening, gradually easing deeper and deeper. M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As Felix continued to tongue-fuck him, his hand found its way between their bodies, teasing and stroking M/n's engorged cock. He slowly began to jerk him off, matching the rhythm of his hand with the movements of his tongue. M/n felt like he was about to explode, the pleasure building inside him with each thrust of Felix's tongue and each stroke of his hand.

With a final, deep thrust, Felix pushed his tongue as far inside as it would go, and M/n felt the familiar tingle in his balls that signaled his impending orgasm. He let out a long, shuddering moan as his hips bucked wildly against Felix's hand. His cock jerked violently in Felix's grip, spewing hot cum across the palm of his hand and into the bowl with frosting in it beneath M/n. The release was intense, overwhelming, and blissful all at once.

As the last spurt of cum pulsed from his cock, Felix pulled his tongue away and licked his lips, looking pleased with himself. He reached over to the counter and picked up the bowl, holding it up for M/n to see. "There you go, M/n," he said with a grin. "Your special gift for me." He held up one of the cupcakes with the icing that had been mixed with M/n's cum and offered it to him. "Go on, eat it up."

Still catching his breath, M/n reached out and took the cupcake from Felix, his heart racing. He took a bite, savoring the sweet, salty flavor that was uniquely his. As he chewed, he felt a new wave of arousal begin to stir inside him. He looked up at Felix, who was watching him intently, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Felix smirked and grabbed another cupcake from the counter. He knelt down beside M/n once again and placed the cupcake between his legs, directly against his engorged cock. "Here, M/n," he purred, "why don't you finish yourself off with this?" He pressed the cupcake firmly against M/n's throbbing member, the icing already smeared with their combined essence.

M/n groaned, feeling the familiar pressure building inside him. He closed his eyes and reached down, using one hand to guide the cupcake against his cock. With a sharp thrust, he impaled himself on the cupcake, moaning loudly as the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His hips bucked wildly, fucking himself on the cupcake as he came, his cum splattering against the icing and coating both their hands.

Felix leaned in, capturing M/n's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He could taste himself on M/n's tongue, the tangy flavor mixing with the sweetness of the cupcakes. As their tongues danced together, Felix reached down and stroked M/n's cock, milking the last drops of cum from him. He continued to kiss him, their bodies pressed tightly together, until they both collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathless and spent.

Slowly, Felix pulled away, his eyes trailing up and down M/n's naked form. "Mmm…that was quite the show, M/n," he purred. "You're quite the talented performer." He picked up the tray of cupcakes and held it out to him.

"Would you like another one?"

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[ashwhowrites]

Could you write an Older! Eddie x reader that is hurt/comfort to fluff, please?

Hi! Thank you for requesting. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Too young for a ring

Eddie knew his type was looked down on. He knew that his interest in legal, but young girls was a touchy subject. His friends didn't like it, the strangers on the street gave him looks, and his family never approved. People assumed he liked younger girls based on sex and looks. But he was still a child at heart and women his age wanted to drink wine and do nothing. He didn't want that. He still wanted adventure and to have fun.

Y/N and Eddie have been together for two years and Eddie wanted to bring her to Steve's for Thanksgiving. Eddie moved out of Hawkins after high school but Steve stayed. Eddie didn't get to see him much but he tried for the holidays. He worried about bringing Y/N and knew it would go like it does every time. He'd introduce her, and they'd immediately talk to him about dating young girls. "shouldn't you get someone to settle down with?" It was Steve's favorite question.

"You'll do great!" Eddie encouraged, and his arm was thrown over Y/N's shoulder. Her nervous frame hid closer to him as they walked up to the front door.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. Her heart picked up when the door opened. An older man with brown hair and brown eyes stood on the other side with a smile.

"Eddie!" He cheered, Eddie removed himself from Y/N and wrapped his arms around the man. A simple hug was shared before they parted. The man's eyes are on Y/N.

"And you must be Y/N. I'm Steve." He smiled, throwing out his hand. She smiled and shook it gently. He didn't look much older than Eddie. But even then Eddie had a young face. She wouldn't have guessed he was a day over thirty.

Steve welcomed them into his house. His wife set the table as two boys played video games on the couch.

"This is my wife, Trish. " Steve introduced her, both girls sharing a smile.

~~~

Y/N felt as if the dinner went great. Steve's family was wonderful and sweet. Even his sons were kind and talked with her. Trish pulled her aside for a glass of wine. Y/N was used to cheap liquor that Eddie bought. A nice glass of wine was different on her tongue.

Eddie and Steve stepped outside to smoke. Eddie lit his cigarette, knowing the drill. He passed the lighter to Steve as he lit his cigarette.

"Alright. Come on and say it." Eddie said, puffing on his cigarette.

"Eddie," Steve sighed, "when are the young girls going to stop? She's only twenty-two. You are double her age. Don't you want a family? A wife? A real relationship?" He puffed on his cigarette.

"It is a real relationship, Steve." Eddie glared. "Just because she's young, doesn't make our relationship less real. I love her and she loves me. Why isn't that ever enough for you?"

"You say that every time Eddie! That's why. Every girl you've brought to Hawkins. You love her and she loves you. And then you dump her once she wants something more when she wants a ring and a kid. Jackie was the "love of your life" remember? But she turned twenty-six and wanted a family. So you ran." Steve explained. The frustration building over the years.

"Y/N is different." Eddie argued

"Sure she is," Steve scoffed. "Lie all you want but next time you visit, it'll be a new girl." Steve smashed his cigarette in the small ashtray.

~~~

Y/N froze when Steve opened the door, her wet eyes catching his apologetic ones. Steve coughed uncomfortably and walked past. Leaving the couple alone.

"Was he right?" Y/N asked, her voice shaking. She sniffled as she walked outside next to him.

"About what?" Eddie asked.

"Are you going to leave when I start wanting a family? When I'm no longer a young chase for you?"

Eddie's heart broke as she tried not to cry. He sighed sadly and pulled her into his chest.

"No, baby. I've done things like that in the past, the things he said were true. But I mean it when you are different. You are so different. I'm so in love with you, and I've loved you more and more in these past two years." Eddie said, a soft kiss on her forehead as she sniffled in his chest.

"Did you say the same to Jackie?" She asked, she couldn't ignore the feeling in her gut. What if she was just another girl? Would a new girl be standing here in a few years? She wanted a future with Eddie, they talked about a family and a wedding, and they already lived together.

"No. " Eddie said truthfully, "I thought I loved her. And I thought I was in love with her. Steve thinks I run at the mention of a family because I'm scared. But the truth was that with all those girls, I never could see a family with them. I ran away because it wasn't what I wanted. But you..." Eddie trailed off. He pulled himself back, letting go of her. She watched confused as he got down on a knee.

"Eddie?" She asked, her heart pounding as he grabbed her left hand. There was no way he was on his knee, right?

"But with you, I see it all. I see us moving into a new house, I see a wedding with your beautiful dress. I see us having kids, as many as my body can allow at my age." He joked, a laugh escaping her as she held her hand over her mouth. "I want everything with you. And I planned to ask you once we got home. But maybe now is the best time to do it "

She gasped as he reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small black box. Her tears turned into tears of happiness as he opened the box.

"Will you marry me?" He asked, his nerves turning his stomach in knots. He never thought he'd be able to do this. All the girls and women, nothing felt like what this relationship did. No one felt like her.

"YES!" she screamed, her hand shaking. His hand shook as he placed the ring on her finger. He felt relieved once he saw the ring on her finger. He wasn't scared, he didn't feel like it was a mistake. He almost felt like that ring was always meant to be on her finger.

Eddie stood up, she immediately threw herself in his arms. She excitedly laughed as she squeezed him.

Eddie squeezed her back, his face in her neck as he took in the moment.

Eddie knew she was different. He dragged out the truth with all the other girls. He ran the second they wouldn't believe him anymore. But with Y/N he never felt like he wanted to run. He wanted to be by her side every second.

~~~

"Well Steve, looks like you were wrong about this one," Trish said, watching as the couple on their porch shared a kiss.

"I think this is the only time I'm fine with Eddie being right." Steve teased, a smile on his face as he watched the newly engaged couple celebrate.

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[luveline]

hiii!! i saw that you wanted some roan & eddie & reader requests sooo,, becuase barbie is trending so muchh i was wondering if you could write reader watching roan play with her barbies and instantly taken back to her childhood and getting very emotional ??

i mean its whats happening to me being reminded how much ive grown and how much effect those dolls had on me soo yeah 😭

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

A long, creaking squeal sounds from Roan when you come home. Eddie plugs his ears, knowing exactly what it is you have in the huge plastic bag at your waist —Roan's special treats, as previously discussed, for being such a lovely girl lately. 

It might be a silly thing to treat her for, but she deserves toys before any amazing behaviour, and you have the extra money to buy them. Why shouldn't she get them? You and Eddie chatted some while you were at work that morning, trying to choose what toys to get. 

"I haven't bought her toys by myself since we first met, what if I pick something crappy?" you'd worried. 

Eddie gave it a little bit of thought, hand twined in the curling wire of the telephone, slouched as he usually does against the back wall of the shop. "Hey, she hasn't had any new dolls since Christmas. They'd go over nicely. Or she always likes a new dress. I'm sure you'll find something when you're there. You can get me something fun at the same time if you want." 

You'd laughed at his joke and, if the light in your eyes now is anything to go off of, managed to find some presents you're happy with.

"Naddy's Toy Emporium!?" Roan shouts, rocketing off of the couch where she'd been standing waiting for you. 

You've a nightly routine, hugging her when you come home like your life depends on it, but clearly Roan has decided the hug can wait. For once, Eddie's finished dinner before you're return, so he has a good seat on the couch to watch everything unfold. 

You let her grab the bag's sides but lift it a touch when she tries to take it. "Hey, they're for you, I promise, but let's come inside and put them on the table!" 

Roan squeals and knocks into Eddie's knees. He sits up and grabs her gently by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap. You sit on the couch cushion trampled flat by Roan's feet, pulling the play table where she likes to eat her snacks closer. 

"Are you doing the speech?" you ask Eddie, putting down the bag. 

He grins. "Ro," he begins, turning skewiff, her back to the couch to allow you both a great view of her face, "you've been a really good girl, lately. Do you know that? You've been eating all your dinner, no tantrums before school, and now you're even starting to help clean up around the house. So me and Y/N just want you to know how proud we are and how awesome we think you are." 

"And we think all this awesome deserves some presents because we love you," you say. "Do you want the smallest or the biggest one first?" 

There's lots of nice presents. You've stayed within the confines of the agreed budget, which is a feat for you (as you love to spoil her). There's five new barbies, one of which comes with a car, and the other a puppy dog. They have clothes, accessories, and an abundance of plastic he needs to cut away with scissors. His hand is welted red by the time he's through. 

You also bought her a glittery lip gloss to replace the one she lost a few weeks ago. The proof of it sparkles on your cheek and Eddie's, twin thank yous. 

You go quiet as Roan retreats to her satin princess tent, driving the pink corvette back and forth as she makes the barbies talk to one another. 

"You okay?" he asks. You'd been wearing this huge smile for the last twenty minutes and now it's gone, he hates it. "I've been thinking maybe you deserve something nice, too." 

You smile weakly. Okay, so you're not wanting anything. 

"Dinner should be ready soon." 

"Thanks, Eddie." 

He gives up. He's about as subtle as a feather boa and you love him that way, drifting down toward your arm, his face smashing into your shoulder. "What's wrong?" 

You put your head atop his. "Well, I'm just thinking." 

"I may not look like it, but I think too, occasionally. Share with me." 

You push his arm until he sits up and sinks down into his side instead. Eddie supposes you're allowed, even if usually he'd call it sexist or selfish. "I had a lot of fun picking those out today, and I kept thinking about the look on her face…"

Eddie hums to show he's listening. Kisses the top of your head 'cos he can. "Yeah?" 

"I just remembered being her age. Do you remember wanting something really badly? There was something so nice about getting to grab a kart and– and to just stand there debating which ones to get." 

Eddie toys with your pinky finger. "That's not everything, is it?" 

Your smile presses against his arm, a deep emotion in your voice that's hard to pin. "Watching her makes me remember. Being a kid, playing make believe. I'll never be that young ever again, and there's no way to go back. But I," —you take in a steadying breath— "don't mind. I love seeing her so happy." 

He intertwines your fingers between his, shorter and a little bit softer than his. He soaks in your presence for a moment, the smell of you, your tiny sounds, the secret you've shared with him. You're a mixture of sad and happy. He's not sure which one overpowers which, only that they're hitting you hard. 

"There's lots of cool shit that comes with being a parent. You know the best one?" he asks you, raising his eyebrows at you with a fondness lining his lips. 

"No?" 

"You can play games without anyone judging you. I know it's not the same as being a kid again, but it's close." 

"Yeah?" you ask, sitting up. "You'll come play too, right?" 

Eddie casts his gaze to his daughter where she chit chats on the floor. "Hey, Roanie? Can we come play with you?" 

Roan is almost as pleased as when she first laid eyes on her treasure trove of dolls. 

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[onmyyan]

hello, i LOVE your writing and style and i took a social media break and came back and HOLY SHIT what a time to be alive

i got to thinking about your guys and i do love a reluctant darling, so ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable, so sorry if it does. but the guys doing the absolute m o s t to get this girl to like them. someone who maybe got a couple of rough exes and either knows what to look for and isn't looking for love. and the boys are just like :) oh :) to bad 💐 for you. they get her heart racing and she's a little nervous about it. shes got a mouth on her and aren't afraid to pop off on a rant about how she knows what they are (she doesn't)

Marcos? psh you'll cheat and laugh about it with your friends at some party. you think you can get away with it just cuz you're good looking? go find another person to piss off. and he's all like ☺️you think i'm hot😊😚 love the idea of her being a snarky bar tender at his favorite bar and they have a will they won't they sitcommy type relationship

manny? just buy the book and leave, girlies on the clock, no she doesn't care how good he looks on the motor cycle. totally not. definitely, definitely not. she doesn't worry when he goes really fast on it, it doesn't make her scared. girls just trying to get paid and get peace.

ricky? oh big strong man trying to boss her around? she doesn't need all that. she sees through that tough exterior and her rbf is worse than his. but it ain't resting. she's just loving life with her friends (who aren't as available anymore?? i wonder why??) and she doesn't care when he runs his fingers through his hair. she doesn't want to do that. she'll get her car fixed there- sure- but she won't like it.

gabe? sure he seems fun but ultimately she views him like a movie sequel, seems fun until about halfway through when you see it's the same plot as last time. no way is she falling for that old trick again. yeah he's nice, and and he helps her with groceries when he sees her walking with all those bags. bare minimum raise it, gabriel.

caspian? when's that other shoe drop? when does the sweet charming teddy bear end? (never)and yeah his pastries are delicious. and he's nice. and smells like cookies. and- oh fuck she's in love, better avoid him but SOMEHOW the man is everywhere. doesn't matter. she needs a night in, and yeah she misses him when she's in her place alone. little does she know how close he is. she won't be lonely anymore ☺️

ashley? she can fix up her own house, thank you very much. she's not interested in some old fashion cowboy and his old fashion values. or his arms. or the way he checks in on her, making sure she's settled in ok, finding her way around town, if she's eating alright and if she needs anything and woah- what's wrong with this door? he'll fix it and no. he doesn't want money. she doesn't owe him anything but, if she wants to grab a drink she's always welcome to join him. she won't be thinking about what would've happened if she took him up on that late that night. or how she made fun of his accent.

diego? WHY is there chickens on her door, and WHY is it w o r k i n g? and where is the shirt she was wearing yesterday? it's laundry day. feral fella makes sure everything's going alright and she's got everything she needs. she doesn't want some man following her around like an over grown puppy. or does she?

imagine them giving her they're number and getting a drunk text like

"you don't suck anymore ❤️" and they go feral

anyways hope you like that and are having a good day/night. i do wonder if any of them kidnap darling like in sharing is caring (my guess is ricky, ash, and manny in no particular order) and how they'd deal with a darling like this. have a wonderful day/night.

This is amazing and made me smile like a fool the whole time I read it!! Like wowiewowie you totally nailed the characterization of the guys and I love how sweet and nervous the reader is about this seemingly perfect dude ugh thank you for sending this baby in I adore it

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[bebejungkook]

‧✧̣̇‧ Gym Bunny 11

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Jungkook takes you to his favorite and most secret spot and things happen. Things that make your heart race but also things that break it.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: overthinking, steamy scene, cussing, jk pretends to drown to get yns attention.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 2.2k

Gym bunny Masterlist ♡

Jeon Jungkook was crazy, absolutely crazy. Usually when he asks you to hang out, he has nice activities planned but this was just flat out outrageous. And you refuse to take part in it. Not because it didn’t look fun, but because you don’t want to look like a wet potato in front of him and the idea of him seeing you in wet clothes that cling to every inch of your body has the embarrassment burning inside you.

When you woke up from crying yourself to sleep the night before, you felt excited to see Jungkook. You wore shorts and a cute spaghetti strap that you didn’t mind getting wet in, just like he said. You wondered what he had planned and guessed that it was hiking and ’getting wet’ meant wet from the sweat of the hike.

You were right, you did hike for maybe half an hour, but then he led you to a secluded area behind a bunch of trees. He held them back for you and what you saw had you in awe because of how beautiful and peaceful it was. it was a small lake with a waterfall and you wondered how long he’s known about this.

You were about to ask him but he took his shirt off and immediately cannonballed from the big rock that overlooked the whole thing. You were shocked and now you understood why he said clothes to get wet in.

You won’t even indulge in the fact that he’s shirtless because now he’s waiting for you in the water, expecting you to follow him,“Y/n hurry up and get in.” Jungkook floats, trying to convince you but you’re being stubborn for his own good.

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“No,” you cross your arms and pout as you sit on a big rock while you watch him relax,”you didn’t say we’d go swimming.”

“I said clothes to get wet in. What else did you think?”

“I thought wet from sweat maybe? Not swimming.” You grumbled but Jungkook heard you loud enough. He watched you, acting bratty but he wasn’t annoyed. He knew that it would take some convincing for you to get in but he really wanted you to see where he spent most of his childhood, he wants you to know this part of him.

The big rock you sat on was exactly where his parents would sit when they would bring him to have their summer picnics. They’d kiss and wave at him while he collected rocks and then they'd hold hands while they dived together. Jungkook craves to have memories with you like this, he wants it so bad that he comes up with the perfect plan to get you in the water.

First he takes a big ole’ deep breath and then he begins the performance of a lifetime.

“Y/n help!” He yells before dunking himself in,” I’m drowning! Y/n!”

You hear Jungkooks voice but you know he’s not actually drowning, you’ve heard him boast about being better than Michael Phelps before,” y/n jump in and help me!”

You refused to turn around and kept ignoring him, but he’s persistent and dramatic.

“Y/n help!”

He’s really trying to get your attention but you ignore him until he gets quiet for too long. You wait to hear him again but you’re met with silence.

Now you were getting worried

“Kookie?”

Silence.

“Kookie stop playing! I know you’re not drowning!”

Slowly, you turn around and saw no sign of Jungkook. Now you really panicked.

He actually drowned.

All because you were being a coward.

Oh shit.

You try to see if he’s under the water but you can’t see his figure.

“Kookie, it's not funny! Stop playing!” You say once more before you look around. If he was really drowning you had to help him, but if he wasn’t you know he would keep playing tricks until he got what he wanted.

So again, for his own sake, you say a little prayer before jumping into the water. The instant your body is submerged, Jungkook makes his appearance with a big inhale of much needed oxygen.

“That’s my girl!” Jungkook yelled as he watched you swim up to the surface, you shiver from the cold water and he stops himself from wrapping himself around you to keep you warm.

“You're mean, I thought you actually drowned.” You whined and Jungkooks won’t deny how cute you looked when you worried over him.

“I'm sorry,” he fake cooes,” but I got you to jump in didn’t I?” Jungkook smirks but you splash him with water, which results in him gasping and slashing you with an even bigger wave of water. He doesn’t stop until you’re trying to swim away from him.

“Okay okay!” You laugh,” you win.”

“Damn right I win.” Jungkook smirks again and now you’re used to the water. It doesn’t feel so cold and instead it refreshes your senses and washes your worries away. You float and he watches you, his very own Goddess, right in front of him.

Jungkook is being too quiet for your own liking but when you look back at him his eyes are hooded and dubious.

“What are you doing?” You suspiciously looked at him, he was getting closer to you like a circling shark.

“Nothin.” He simply says.

“Go away.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Jungkook-“

He swims up to you and wraps his arms around you, you yelp and try to push him away but he’s strong, very strong. You would have melted in his touch but feeling him against you is making your body heat up in embarrassment.

“Y/n stop,” he tries to intimidate you but he’s too cute,” I just want to show you something.”

You give up and let him handle your body to his liking. But having your body wetly pressed up against him was a feeling he’d gladly get lost in. He feels every curve against his hand and he especially loved the feeling of your breasts pressed tightly on his chest. But you feel embarrassed to be so close to him in your wet clothes, you try to create some space between you but he’s insistent on holding you.

Jungkook pulls you underneath the waterfall to show you the small cave that was hidden behind. The water that drapes the both of you is cold but the weight of it feels good and almost feels like it washes away all your worries. You gasp, you’ve never seen anything as beautiful as this before and now you understand why he wanted to show you.

But Jungkook holds back his gasp, he’s seen this waterfall a million times before and it all of a sudden doesn’t compare to how beautiful you are. The sun shines through the waterfall and it hits you just perfectly, it reflects on the water and shines on your face like a painting from Mother Nature. He’s lost in you, his hands move without much thought and at first they startle you but then they feel like they were meant to be there. He grips your elbow and he can’t stop himself from leaning so now your noses touched.

And then he kisses you.

He kisses you with every inch of love that he has for you in his heart, it feels like fires exploding in his chest. You’re frozen in place, feeling his lips mold to yours like two pieces of clay that were meant to become one. You wrap your hands around his neck and tangle them in the back of his wet hair, he lets go of your elbow and lets his hand slide up your body and finally behind your neck.

His grip is tight and has you feeling tingly all over.

His knee slides in between your thighs which has you going absolutely crazy. Jungkook deepens the kiss and holds you close to him by the back of your neck, it’s clear he doesn’t want to let you go and you’re sure you don’t want him to.

You’ve never been kissed or touched like this before. His hands let go of your neck and he wraps one around your lower back to push you up against him even more. Your breath is stolen by him and his soft lips but you don’t mind one bit.

Jungkook was enjoying it too much. He felt extremely selfish for kissing you, especially because you’re in love with Taehyung. But he can’t stop the flame of yearning in his heart, the need to keep kissing you is embedded deep into his soul now. He almost moans against your mouth but stops himself because he doesn’t want to break the spell that’s around you both.

Everything in this moment is perfect, if your heart didn’t belong to another he’d be convinced that you were his. The only sound around you both is the sound of the waterfall and the birds that sing to their own loved one.

But the feeling of your lips on his overwhelms him and his mind, he’s feeling guilt and heartbreak because you’re in love with Taehyung. It repeats in his head until he feels you moan softly. He knew that if he didn’t stop now you might do something you regret.

So again, he pulls away, with his chest full of shattered pieces of his heart.

Your eyes are still closed when he does and you feel good.You’ve never been handled like this and you felt your confidence skyrocket through the roof. He touched you like he wanted you, like he needed you and it made you feel a little bit better about him seeing you in wet clothes.

Then all of that confidence shadders when you see him avoiding your eyes.

”I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers and your heart instantly breaks into a million pieces. He looks distraught and you can only think of the worst.

He regrets it.

Of course he does.

Yoon was right.

Jungkook would never like you

You’re so stupid.

“It’s okay.” You take a deep breath and hold in your tears. You won’t cry in front of him, you won’t make him feel even worse than he already is feeling.

But what you don’t know is that Jungkook doesn’t regret it one bit. If anything, he would do it again if he had the opportunity and the only reason why he stopped himself from slipping his hands in places they really wanted to be at, was because your heart beat for another man. Jungkook wasn’t going to get in between you and Taehyung. He knows how much you liked him and he actually hoped, for you sake, that Taehyung would get his head out of his ass and finally give you the respect and affection you deserved. Jungkook finally lets you go but you both don’t pull away. You just float in the water and it feels awkward but you smile at him even though you really, really want to cry.

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkooks borrowed jeep after laying in the sun next to him for nearly the rest of the sunny day. The silence is heavy and a little painful but you bear with it because you know if you speak right now you’ll just start crying and telling him that you love him. Which you absolutely do not want to do because it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same and you really don’t want to ruin the only friendship where you feel like you can just exist. So you let the weight of the tense air rest in silence. You close your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep.

You don’t wake up until Jungkook lightly shakes you awake. You look at him and stretch and Jungkook looks away because he feels his own heart sink in his chest. You start picking up your things but Jungkook stops you before you step out.

“Wait let me walk you-“

Your whispers interrupts him,“It’s okay,” you fake your smile and it stings a little,“Goodnight kookie.” This time no kiss or no hug and Jungkook instantly knew that he messed up. He let his desires win over your friendship with him and now you didn’t even let him walk you to your apartment. He feels stupid for not being able to keep his emotions at bay.

Jungkook curses softly before driving off, his emotions are all over the place and he wants nothing more than to go back and chase after you. But he doesn’t, he tells himself that a night to think about everything is what he needs.

Then he’ll make it up to you.

You’re in your room now, tears clouding your vision and nose stuffy from sniffling too much. Your heart hurt too much from the realization that your relationship with Jungkook was strictly platonic and holding your teddy bear didn’t lessen the pain one bit. You’re glad that Yoon wasn’t home because then she’d ask what happened after seeing you bawl your eyes out the instant you stepped inside your apartment. She’d probably tell you how ‘she told you so’ and you’d feel even worse about the whole thing. You still don’t know why Jungkook kissed you, maybe he felt bad for you, maybe he wanted to know what it was like to kiss a fat girl. You don’t know but your thoughts are running all over, but also repeating the one thing you’ve said to yourself your whole life.

Maybe you’re just not meant for love.

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A/n: I contemplated on this chapter a lot because I didn’t want to make everything so fast paced???? But I think it’ll work out just fine!!! Also sorry ��� I uploaded early because my moms surgery is tomorrow and I’ll be driving home Thursday and I finished early 😭🖤🖤

Also tags have been cleaned up if I missed you or forgot to add you let me know!!! but pls keep interacting with this fic if you’re tagged 😭 I really thrive off of the feedback 🖤🖤

~Che

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[naushtheaspiringauthor]

Healed by the sight of you- Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Anonymous asked:

Hey same anon here (👀💙) with another request cause I'm excited and u are amazing~

Ok since Nikolai is a soldier he'd have PTSD ye, so like smtm when he was serving the army and the reader is a healer who he visits frequently and kinda have a flirty rs so one day he gets severely and is unconscious but the reader doesn't want to leave him alone so they stay with him and he has kinda like nightmares and they comfort him or smtn

It's okie if you don't want to write or if u wanna just take small parts of it anything is fun! But enjoy writing ye!! Have a nice time 💙

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Warnings- Slight mentions of blood nothing too explicit, PTSD, nightmares

A/N- I apologize for taking so long to write this. Life's been pretty shitty at the moment. So, I hope you like it!

You grabbed your coat as you went out of your tent. You have been serving in the first army as a healer for about a few months now.  The job had been quite hectic and tiring but a certain golden-haired boy had made you like it. He was quite a charmer and flirted with almost everyone but despite everything, he was a deeply caring and comforting person who never failed to make you smile. And he also happened to be the youngest son of the Ravkan king.

"Take off your shirt"  you told him, as you attempted to treat the wound on his chest

"Huh?" he looked at you with his eyebrows raised

"Believe me, I can look at your bare chest without swooning over" you responded with an uninterested expression

"Okay if you say so, but I won't be surprised if you do. Many people couldn't handle the sights of it"  he gave you a chivalrous grin

You rolled your eyes and began treating his wound without saying anything else.

His troop had been sent away for some battle with the fjerdans, though you didn't have much information on that. They'd been gone for about a week now, and they had came back.  You rushed to the infirmary after you were told that several soldiers had been badly injured. Your mind quickly went to Nikolai and you worried if he was okay. You went inside the infirmary to find out that Nikolai had been severely injured. You rushed to his side and found him to be unconscious and bleeding. He had several wounds near his abdomen and shoulders. You quickly took off his jacket and gently moved your palm around his wounds, as a wave of panic filled in your body.  What if he doesn't make it? you thought to yourself, but quickly pushed the dark thoughts away and applied all your strength in attempts to stop the bleeding. You had to save him, you needed to.  After a great amount of effort, you finally managed to stop his bleeding.

You went to help some of the other soldiers, but came back to him after you were finished with the others. He was still unconscious and his shiny golden hair wair was covered in dust, with a few strands falling on his eye. You brought out your hand and gently ran it over his hair.

You sat by his bed until the sun had went down. You had no realization of what time it was.

"Y/n, what are you still doing here? Our work here is finished, let's go" Your friend Felice gently placed a hand on your shoulder

"You should go Felice, I think I'll be staying here" you respond.

You couldn't leave him alone, especially when he was in such a state. You needed him to be okay, and a part of you felt like he needed you to be with him, by his side.

"Would you be okay here, this isn't really the best place to spend your night at" Felice looked at you with a concerned look

"Yes I'll be alright, don't worry, go" you respond as you gave a dismissive wave of your hand

She gave you a glance before she went out of the infirmary. You sighed as you placed one leg on top of the other and grabbed the edges of the chair.

Your heart had been aching to see him in such a state. Even though you had put a lot of effort to heal him, he still didn't look too well. At that moment, you only wished to see his bright blue eyes and his chivalrous grin once again.

You sat on the soft grass as the moon gleamed all around you. The soft voices of the crickets filled your ears as you  continued to question your worth. You were too indulged in your thoughts too hear the footsteps behind you.

"Y/N, What are you doing here at this hour?" You heard a familiar voice behind you.

You turned around too see Nikolai coming towards you with soft footsteps. His white shirt hung perfectly over his shoulders and a few strands of his golden hair hung loosely near his ears.

"I could ask you the same thing" You responded as you slightly tilted your head

"Well I'll tell you, only when you do" he sat beside you with his legs folded near his chest

"Just uh, couldn't sleep. Nightmares...you?" You sighed as you looked down at your feet

"Same thing"  He responded as he looked at you. "Well we could give each other company"

"Yeah" you spoke in a low, getting lost in your thoughts once again

"What are you thinking about?" he raised his eyebrows and looked at you with great concern

"Nothing, it's just...I don't know what I'm meant for. I mean, I am a healer, but that isn't something too rare. I could be easily replaced. I'm not very skilled at, anything really. I don't know if I'm worth anything, Nikolai" you responded as a  heartbroken look washed over your face

"Oh dear, Y/N, how could you possibly say that?  You do you think so little of yourself? You are worth so much more than you think." 

"I don't know, Nikolai. What exactly am I useful for? I'm just, yet another healer" you looked away as  your heart began to ache

"No, y/n, you're not just, yet another healer" He softly held your chin and moved your head  in his direction. "Sure any healer could heal my physical wounds. But you, you posses the ability of healing my heart, my soul. You have the ability to make me smile with every word you speak.  And if I would have to listen to you talk for the rest of my life, I'd do it with great pleasure . Only you posess the ability to bring the light in my darkest days. "

Your eyes widened as you heard what he'd just said. You were the healer, but right now, he'd been the one to heal your broken heart. And you couldn't help but smile at his words.

"Okay wow, that is a lot, even for my standards" you slightly grinned

"Have I finally won you over, then?" he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side

"Not just yet. It'll take more than sweet romantic words to win me over" your face slightly perked up

"I promise I will, someday. And you couldn't help but fall for my charms, my dear" He grinned

"I'd like to see you try" you gave him a confident expression

You had fallen asleep on the chair you were sitting on with your head on the table beside you. You were bolted awake when you heard panicked breaths near you. You lifted up your head to see Nikolai wide awake.

He was sitting up and was breathing heavily as he looked around him. You quickly rushed to him and held his shoulders

"Nikolai, are you okay?" You asked him, as a wave of panic rushed in your veins.

He didn't respond and continued to breathe heavily, as if he'd lost the ability to do so. His face was covered in sweat and his eyes filled with dread.

You moved up your hands and grabbed the sides of his face as you met his gaze.

"Hey hey, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here, I'm right here" you spoke in a hushed voice as you attempted to soothe him

His breathing began to slow down and his body began to ease up as he looked deep in your eyes. 

"Y/N" he finally managed to speak in a low voice

"Yes, it's me, y/n, I'm here" you nodded in agreement

He looked at you for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. You were shocked by the sudden gesture, but wasted no time to return it. You gently placed your arms around his back and gently rubbed your hand up and down.

You remained in that position for a while, before he slowly pulled away from you. 

"Nightmare?" you asked him as he looked in your eyes

He nodded before he spoke, "Why are you here?"

"Well because someone, couldn't keep himself from getting shot, yet again" You responded in a mocking tone

"Don't worry, my wounds have been healed by the mere sight of you dear" he grinned weakly

Even after getting badly injured and having a dreadful nightmare, he hadn't lost his cocky sense of humor, even for a while.

"No, you're healed, because I worked my ass off in doing so" you gave him an annoyed look, trying your best to hide how delighted you were to hear his annoying pick up line once again

"Well that much is true" he smiled as he met your gaze

"Yeah" you responded in a low voice as you looked down. What if I had failed to save him? What if I fail to do so, the next time? He's okay, I shouldn't be this worried. Why am I so worried?

You were too indulged in your thoughts to notice him looking at you with great concern.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He finally asked

"Yeah it's just, try to, I don't know. Try to get lesser into near death situations. I won't be able to heal you all the time you know?" You express your concern

"Well if I don't, how will I get to spend some time with you, my dear?" He returned back to his cocky demeanor, yet again

"That doesn't mean you're going to get yourself hurt, just to 'spend your time with me', Nikolai" you let out an exasperated sigh

"Are you that much concerned about me dear?" He raised his eyebrows

"Yeah well if you die in my care, then I'll most likely lose my job. Considering the fact that you're a prince" you tried your best to maintain a confident look. 

You'd said those words but you knew that they were entirely false. You couldn't have ever bared the thought of losing him, no matter what status he had. You had cared for him, more than you ever wished to. But you didn't have the courage to admit it.

"Is that so?" He cocked his head to the side. "Last I checked, your job doesn't include you to spend your night besides me, even after you've completed your work"

He was most certainly correct, and you didn't have anything to counter that. 

"Fine, I guess I do care about you being alive. Besides, who else is going to annoy me with their hideous pick up lines" you finally swallowed your pride, and admitted.

"That means you do quite enjoy hearing them" he grinned softly

"Maybe" you lifted your eyebrows

"Told you I'd win you over" 

"Oh you're still pretty far away from that. But you've made some progress" 

He lifted up his hand and brought it to the side of your face, as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I would keep trying for an eternity, if it meant for me to" he looked you in the eye as his voice got lower

"Let's see if you succeed in that, my dear" you smirked.

"I promise I will" He smiled as he held your hand in his

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lanstov #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader

[snowdropluck204]

How Your Relationship Started - BNHA

How Your Relationship Started

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugou:

I feel like Katsuki would be the one to WANT to confess to you first, because he likes being the first to do things and wants to show he's brave and tough and stuff... But I think he'd be too worried about doing it perfectly, that he would dance around the matter and never get to it.

~ "UGH!" Katsuki grunted as he hit his head against his desk. Why couldn't he get this right!? ~ He'd never really had a crush before, he'd had people like him, obviously, but none of them had ever made an impact like you had... ~ But he didn't know how to tell you. ~ He first noticed you in the Quirk Assessment Test, you had a powerful quirk but didn't rely on it like most of the other extras in the class did, you were smart and strong and it showed. ~ After that he just wanted to get to know you, granted he did it in a very Bakugou way... ~ He started out by just insulting you less than the other people he hung out with, moving towards joint study sessions and then sparring. ~ At first he was so confused as to what he was feeling, he tended to dislike everyone around him, but you were just so... likeable! ~ As he sat grumbling to himself about how he would never get around to asking you out, something slid under his door. ~ A piece of paper and a pen. ~ Opening the paper, it read:

Bakugou! You were taking WAY too long to ask, so I'm going to instead, Will you go out with me this weekend? Yes [ ] No [ ] (y/n)

~ Katsuki was shocked, but he naturally checked yes with a big smirk on his face, trust his (y/n) to be braver than him... ~ Sliding the paper back under the door, he chuckled as he heard a slight squeal from you and what he thinks was Raccoon Eyes and Dunce face. ~ This weekend was going to be fun.

Izuku Midoriya:

I feel like you and Midoriya would be besties before anything happened, like you'd know each other for YEARS and he'd liked you for the majority of it (I mean who wouldn't!) but he could never pluck up the courage to ask you out...

~ "Midoriya, are you quite alright?" Izuku looked up from his lunch to see Iida, looking at him in concern, as well as Ochako. ~ "I'm fine, why do you ask?" ~ "Because this is the seventh time you've sighed since lunch started, and you haven't touched your food..." Ochako told him, obviously the two were worried about him. ~ Todoroki was also sat there, staring at the broccoli boy. ~ "He's just upset because (y/n) is off sick today." The stoic boy told them, in his usual monotone. ~ At the sound of his crush's name, Izuku jolted, his face turned bright red and his head shot about, trying to make sure you hadn't heard what was said, even though he knew you were sick in bed. ~ "Not so loud!" He whisper-shouted. ~ Ochako and Iida both laughed at the boy's love-struck face, "You should just tell them Deku! You guys have known each other for forever! It's not like they'll get upset!" Ochako tried telling him. ~ But all he could think about was the idea of telling you and have you never talk to him again, or worse, laugh... ~ 'Realistically, I know they'd never do that, they're way too nice and they've never laughed at me about anything... But what if this is too ridiculous, what if they laugh me out the room, ugh, that would be so humiliating! Then they'll wind up marrying someone else and having kids and they'll hate me too and-' ~ "Midoriya." Todoroki said, breaking the rambling streak that Izuku was once again making. ~ "You were worried about nothing, I just text (y/n), they said that once they feel better they would love to go on a date with you." ~ It was silent for about two minutes, before Izuku broke it with a scream. ~ I mean, its not like he could have been too upset with Todoroki, he didn't know it was something that could have upset anyone and honestly, he was too thrilled at the idea of going on a date with you!

Shoto Todoroki:

I love the idea of Shoto just acting all couple-y with you and thinking that then, you guys are together. That's what happens right!? So when his friends ask what the deal is between you two, he responds in confusion that you're obviously a couple!

~ 1-A noticed something rather strange about one of their resident robots (can you guess who the other is?), he had been so close to you these last few weeks. ~ Strictly speaking, he'd always been close to you, you were the one other person he could stand from the beginning of the year, you two would sit quietly outside and eat your bentos, you even started bringing extra snacks for him, saying it was to make sure he had enough energy to make it through the afternoon. ~ You were just so sweet and considerate and he couldn't get enough of that feeling! So he started talking to you, just a simple 'Hi' in the mornings at first and a 'Goodbye', when you left for home. But soon you were having full conversations, about school, about your quirks, about family (guess who wasn't included in that conversation... screw you Endeavour.) ~ But eventually, the feeling of having you close didn't feel close enough for Todoroki, he was confused by his feelings, so naturally, he researched his affliction. ~ From what he read, he was experiencing 'a crush'... Now he didn't really know what to do about it, so again he researched. Apparently, crushes turned to relationships and that's where he found what he was wanting. ~ Holding hands, kissing, cuddling, those were all things he wanted to do with you. He hadn't really gotten to the part of the Wiki page where it said you have to ask in order to do this, so you were very shocked when he gently took your hand in his and entwined your fingers. ~ Not that you minded obviously, you just gave him a smile and gave his hand a squeeze before continuing your walk to class. ~ It had been a few weeks since then, and the two of you had graduated to cuddling, sitting on his lap while you read or studied or watched TV, going out on weekends. ~ His friends couldn't take it anymore! They had to know what was going on! So, they cornered the two of you, while you were sat eating lunch, your legs touching, as if neither of you could bear not having contact with the other. ~ "Are you two together!?" Ochako asked with a blush on her cheeks. ~ You looked at Shoto, amusement painted on your face as you gestured for him to answer. ~ "They are my significant other." He responded with a straight face, if not a hint of a smile. ~ You giggled, hoping to have heard that response but obviously amused by your now boyfriend's lack of knowledge on the subject. ~ A few days later you heard a knock on your dorm room door, revealing Shoto with a blush covering his face. ~ "I've been informed that I should have asked consent when I initiated a relationship with you, I'm sorry!" He almost shouted, bowing respectfully. ~ You merely laughed, planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled him inside your room for some comfort cuddles!

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro would go all out for the person he had a crush on! He would go out of his way to make the day as manly and memorable for you as possible, acting more like he was proposing marriage than asking you out on a date! I also feel like it would fail spectacularly!

~ Eijiro breathed in deeply, almost forgetting to breathe out. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous about this, he'd planned the day out perfectly. ~ Mina and Jirou would bring you out of the dorms where he would be stood there waiting with a bouquet of (favourite/flowers), a box of your favourite sweets and a giant stuffed shark. He did have some other presents off to the side in case you didn't want these, but he was pretty confident you would. ~ He also had Koda hiding behind a tree with a flock of doves and some butterflies, ready to let them off when you said yes. ~ Was he taking this too far? Yes. But it was you! Everything needed to be perfect! ~ So there he was, stood waiting for you at the steps of the dorms, nervously pulling at the tie around his neck. Now he was starting to panic, 'What if you didn't like it? What if you didn't like him? What if-' ~ There you were! No time to panic, he cleared his throat and took a quick peek at his notes, a dazzling smile on his lips. ~ You came out the doors, seeing Eijiro looking dapper in his suit and tie, but you giggled at the butterfly that had made itself at home in his hair. Eiji seemingly hadn't noticed... ~ Eijiro reached his hand out to you, guiding you down the steps as a second butterfly landed on his shoulder, you could see Koda desperately trying to call them back quietly. ~ "(y/n), I really like you, you're strong, smart, gorgeous, super manly! And I really want to take you out sometime, to dinner or a movie, or something else if you'd prefer! But- I'm just really hoping that you'll say yes..." ~ He hadn't noticed that he was now covered with a kaleidoscope of butterflies and that you were stood there, a hand covering your mouth trying not to either laugh or coo at the boy. ~ Before he got the wrong idea and lost his smile, you quickly explained. ~ "Eiji, I'd love to go out with you, I'm sorry for laughing, it's just, you're covered in butterflies!" You managed to get those words out, Kirishima's grin widening drastically, before you fell to the floor laughing. ~ Eijiro then looked around, noticed the butterflies and shook almost all of them off. ~ He turned angrily to his friend behind the tree. "Koda!" ~ This was not the memorable moment he had in mind!

Denki Kaminari:

I feel like Denki would definitely be the first to confess in a relationship, but I also think you would be very apprehensive about saying yes or even answering at all because of his flirty track record. But I also think Denki would have a complete personality switch when you do eventually answer him.

~ Denki had liked you since he saw you, but it was different from how he saw the other people he had already flirted with in class. ~ You were in the Support Course, you had no intention on being a hero, instead you wanted to be a healer and your quirk was perfect for that. That was actually how you two had met. ~ It was the day of the USJ attack, there were ambulances and people with healing quirks waiting outside to help the students and teachers who were involved, you were one of those people. ~ The next time he saw you was at the Sports Festival, you weren't partaking, once again, you preferred to make sure other people were okay. ~ Whilst he waited to go in to his first battle against Shiozaki, you came to check his health before hand, just to make sure he didn't maintain too much damage in the first two rounds. ~ After looking him over and checking him out with your quirk, you were ready to leave with a small smile when he stopped you. ~ He introduced himself, finding out your name and a bit about you, he managed to get a few pick up lines in there which had less than stellar reactions from you. ~ But honestly, he was kind of bummed by your lack of reaction. He was used to getting rejected and taking the loss, but he couldn't do that with you. ~ So every time he saw you from there on, he would flirt and compliment, all of them completely honest, but still, no dice. ~ He didn't want to harass you, so as much as he wanted to ask you out every single day, he didn't! But he had asked you out maybe a dozen times. ~ Originally you would answer with a sigh, leaving. More recently though, he noticed that you giggled and left, your face slightly red. ~ He was hoping he was getting closer to you maybe saying yes! ~ He was thinking of going to see you when he saw some of the other students from your class, they were talking about you and he may have happened to overhear. ~ "I hear that (y/n)'s caught the eye of someone from 1-A! How exciting is that!?" One of your friends said. ~ "Yeah but apparently this guy is a massive flirt, I doubt he's serious about them." Someone else responded. ~ When Denki heard that he was determined to prove to you and your friends that he cared about you and that he could be a great boyfriend! ~ So this led to him standing outside your dorm, he didn't want to go inside but he had your phone number, so he text you, asking you to come outside. ~ When you came out, he held out the flowers he'd bought you, asking you in all seriousness. ~ "I am completely serious about you, I would like nothing more than to prove that I can make you happy. Would you do me the honour of letting me take you out on a date?" He asked, not noticing your friends cooing in the background. ~ You smiled at him, your face red as you mumbled a yes. ~ Denki smiled a huge grin, handing you the flowers. He received a kiss on the cheek in response, causing him to promptly short-circuit.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

I think Hitoshi would be too nervous to ask you out in person, he'd probably send gifts and a letter or a text, but you weren't sure if he was being serious or not, so he would wind up having to ask you out up front and in person.

~ Hitoshi had known you since middle school, you were the one person who wasn't afraid to talk to him thanks to his quirk. ~ So it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to spend hours into the night texting each other. ~ Originally when he would work up the courage to mention he liked you, he would follow it up with a 'lol', or a 'jk'. Leaving you to feel disappointed, but not give up hope. ~ He would send cute animal gifs covered in hearts, or funny cat videos, but he couldn't steel his nerve again to try and confess. ~ So he was sat studying with Midoriya in the library, secretly texting you, smiling at the picture you sent, you were in one of the hoodies you'd stolen from him, you had sweater paws and were all sleepy looking! ~ "You talking to (y/n)?" Midoriya asked, a sly smile on his face. ~ "What?" He asked startled, covering his phone. ~ "You like them, just tell them, I'm sure everything will turn out great!" Ah Midoriya, ever the optimist. ~ After trying and retrying and retrying again to ask you out over the phone, he realised that he would have to do it properly to avoid backing out. ~ For maybe the sixth time this week, he steeled his nerve, knocking on your dorm door, waiting for you to answer. ~ You did answer, still wearing one of his hoodies, you seemed so happy to see him, he couldn't help the flush that filled his cheeks. ~ "Uh, (n/n)... I was wondering... If maybe..." ~ Dammit, just rip off the band aid! ~ "Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithme?" ~ You looked at him confused, obviously not hearing, considering he barely understood what he'd said. ~ "Sorry Toshi, I didn't quite catch that." You told him, the nickname was one he'd heard a million times but this time it was different! ~ Taking another deep breath, he looked into your eyes, very, very nervous. ~ "Would you maybe want to hang out this weekend?" He asked. ~ You had started to agree wholeheartedly, talking about a movie you wanted to see but Hitoshi could see that you took it the wrong way. ~ "No, (n/n), not like that, like a date?" He confirmed, not looking at you. ~ You looked shocked but smiled hugely, "Really?" You asked, happily. ~ He nodded, scratching the back of his head as his cheeks got redder. ~ You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, trying to make him calm down but it was only making his heart beat faster. ~ He couldn't wait for this weekend!

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[buckys-little-belle]

Hellfire Babysitting Club : The Sequel (Part Two)

Cafeteria Conversions

Gareth Emerson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used) / The Hellfire club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used)

Warnings - Mentions of eating, Mentions of bullying, Gareth being soft, the entire Hellfire Club being adorable in regards to their newest member

Notes Prequal - Please let me know what you want to see in this series! This one has a much more Introverted!Reader than the first instalment, so keep that in mind!

Notes - I know this took a longggg time to come out, I'm dealing with a lot right now, but really wanted to write some more and interact a little again, thank you to those of you who haven't left, and haven't stopped supporting me. I see your messages and asks, and I appreciate them, thank you <3 (THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK, AND I AM AWARE OF THAT FACT.)

Notes Epilogue - Just to clear some things up for a few people, my idea is that last school year, Little Terror, Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Jason Carver were all in their senior year. This year Gare is taking his senior year again, and 'The Party' are now in the eleventh grade! Little Bunny is also in their senior year, this allows me space to make a third part with characters from 'The Party' be the leader of Hellfireclub and co, and another little set in the next year, if I chose to do so. (I am aware this isn't canon, but I'm making it my stories cannon!)

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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Gareth walked Bunny to their first class, taking note of which room they'd be in just before lunch, promising to pick them up, but ever since then he'd been freaking out. He was excited, sure, but worry creeped in not long after, the reality of him being the lead of the group, not just leading them in D&D but now in babysitting was scary.

'I'm just a phone call away.' Eddie's words filled his mind, though they made him more mad than reassured, he could do this, he didn't want to seem weak to Eddie, to everyone else, especially not to Little Bunny.

When the bell for lunch rang the english class grew busy, Dustin running to Gare's desk. "Same lunch table?" He asked, his books spilling out of his bag, hair disheveled.

"No." Gareth nodded his head, trying to seem confident in his decision. "Gather the others and meet me in Game room." Gareth stood up quickly, getting ready to run to Bunny's classroom, leaving a confused, yet intrigued, Dustin behind.

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"Y/n!" Gareth whisper yelled, Bunny turning their head to look at him, their nose scrunching in excitement. "Are you ready for lunch?" He panted, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to stay cool as sweat threatened to drip.

"Mhm." They smiled, following as Gareth led them to the Game room, swinging their arms back and forth.

"Good." Gareth cleared his throat before continuing. "Um, my friends and I meet for lunch, is that okay?" He asked anxiously, hoping his plan would work out.

"Are dey nice?" Y/n looked to him, a worried expression replacing their previously content one.

"Oh yeah, plus I'm sure they'll treat you like royalty." He added.

"Why?"

"Right." He chuckled, struggling to come up with the words to explain their situation. "We play Dungeons and Dragons, but we also babysat a little last year." Y/n nodded their head. "I don't have to tell the group that you're a little, but they're pretty good at knowing." He admitted, hoping that what he was saying was okay.

Y/n stopped walking, eyes trained on the ground, fingers playing with the hem of their shirt. "Are dey gonna make fun of me?"

Gareth's heart broke a little, he hoped that one day he could meet a little who hadn't been made fun of, but clearly a group of accepting and willing people was still unheard of. "No, no Bunny, they won't." He smiled, placing his hand on their shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "They'll play games with you, they'll talk about toys with you, watch fun movies with you, hold your hand if you're scared, and babysit you when I can't take care of you, they're all very nice, and won't me mean at all." He reassured them, Y/n's eyes meeting his, not a sense of doubt found in his expression.

"You're gonna take care of me?" They asked, trying their best to hide back an excited smile.

"Of course, I found you, so I get dibs." He laughed, Y/n giggling back at his joke. "Anything you need, you can come to me, anything, okay?" The two of them nodded their heads. "And if you can't find me, you can find one of the group members, and they'll help you anyway they can."

"I don' wanna bother anyone though." Y/n admitted nervously.

"Bunny, you're not a bother! I was super stressed this morning, I don't like school very much." Gareth laughed. "But when I ran into you my day got better, you aren't a bother, if anything we will bother you."

"Okay." Y/n smiled. "Okay, 'm excited."

"Me too."

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"Thank god!" Dustin called out as Gareth entered the room, Y/n behind him, not ready to truly meet the group. "Can you tell me why we're in here? I'm hungry!" Dustin's voice was loud, making Y/n instinctively reach for Gareth's hand, their head peaking past him to see who was yelling so loudly.

"Calm down." Mike whispered, more aware than Dustin that clearly something was happening.

"Who here actually likes eating in the cafeteria?" Gareth asked, the group looking to one another in confusion. "Lucas you hate the basketball guys, Mike you gave me a thirty minute talk in math today about how El struggles with loud noises, Dustin you talk about how your legs fall asleep on the benches, and I hate a whole room of people just looking at us, laughing at us." The room was silent, a few people nodding their heads. "So we're going to be eating in here, everyone pick a seat, and calm down." He smiled, walking into the room further, Y/n blindly following behind him.

"Who is that?" El loudly asked, the newbie not in Mike's Hellfire rundown.

Gareth ignored the groups whispers for a few seconds, setting his bad on the DM chair, his DM chair, and pulling a smaller seat next to his for Y/n. "This is Y/n." He said, still shielding them from the group slightly, not sure if they wished to be introduced fully to the chaos just yet. "They're new to the school, and needed a buddy this morning."

Mike and Lucas seemed to know what Gareth meant right away, that Y/n was a little, and that's why they were here, but Will and El looked very confused, and Dustin didn't seem to be on the same page as anyone. "So another player?" He asked, Mike and Lucas rolling their eyes as Gareth let his face fall into his hand.

"No, Y/n is a little, I'm not only changing where we eat lunch, but I'm starting back up Hellfire Babysitting Club." Gareth proudly said. "And this time we're going to have rules, and a schedule, I don't need Y/n eating soap, or getting into trouble like Little Terror."

Y/n giggled and the group smiled, El and Will still confused, waiting for a better explanation. "I don't get it." Will admitted.

"You guys." Gareth gestured to everyone but Y/n. "Explain what this all is, and what went down last year, and tomorrow we'll reconvene and talk about how things will work here on out." Gareth hoped that the group would respond well to some structure, Eddie liking to just hope things work out fine while winging it. Gareth hoped that making some rules, and implementing new things would let the group stay strong, and would alleviate the stress from his shoulders.

"Can we say hi to the baby?" El asked, taking her seat at the table, trying to peek past Gareth at them.

Everyone went silent, looking at El confused, Mike sighing before weighing in. "I talked to her about Eddie and Little Terror already." He explained.

"Baby please." She said a little more harshly, Mike sending Gareth a look full of warning, knowing El would move him if he didn't move.

Gareth stepped aside, Y/n's sitting frame, cheese string in one hand, the stuffed bunny in another, coming into view, a sweet smile on display for everyone. "Hi."

"I called them Little Bunny this morning." Gareth admitted, smiling as he watched Y/n look around the room, everyone smiling back at them.

"Little cheese fingers." El said seriously, opening her own lunch box and moving on, the group bursting out laughing at her words, though no one argued the name, just sat down too, pulling out their own lunch boxes and silently welcoming the new member.

#gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things age regression #hellfire club x reader #hellfire babysitting club #hellfire club x little reader #hellfire club x little!reader #hellfire club

[gunilslaugh]

Thank you so much for your hard work dear. I really love all of your works! 😍 Can i request Xdinary Heroes reaction to you meeting his parents? Maybe they'd invite both of you to stay at the member's family house for a week or something? I'm curious how they react to finally see you for the first time and how the boys would react 🥺

Here you go! This was so fun to write I hope that you enjoy it!!

All members >^.^<

Summary: Meeting Xdinary Heroes parents for the first time.

WC:~2.3k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil is so excited for you to finally meet and spend time with his parents. They had invited the two of you over for the weekend, since Gunil’s schedule was finally free. Contrary to Gunil’s excitement you were a nervous wreck. Meeting parents is usually a big step in a relationship. You worried about making a good first impression.

“Hey there’s nothing to worry about. They’re gonna love you. My mom has been bugging me for months about meeting you,” Gunil reassures you as he parked the car in front of his parents home. 

“But-” you began to talk, but Gunil cut you off.

“No buts. I’m sure it will go well. Now come on, let's not keep my mom waiting any longer. She’s probably standing at the door right now,” he chuckles lightly. The two of you grab your bags and walk up the steps to the front door. Sure enough just seconds after knocking the door opens revealing Gunil’s parents. 

“Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Gunil’s mom greets you elatedly. She takes your bag from your hand and gives it to Gunil’s dad, telling him to take it to Gunil’s room. “Come on now, dinner is almost ready,” She says after hugging Gunil and telling him how much she missed him. Dinner went well. Gunil’s mom told you all about how Gunil would call her to ramble about you when he was crushing on you. Succeeding in making Gunil turn into a tomato, but you thought that it was cute. Gunil’s dad found the chance to tell multiple dad jokes, making you see where Gunil got his sense of humor from.

Currently, Gunil and you were snuggly packed onto his twin sized bed ready to sleep.

“See I told you there was nothing to worry about. They absolutely adore you,” Gunil tells you.

“Yeah, I’m glad it went well,” you replied. All the nerves you felt before now completely disappeared. 

The next morning Gunil and you are awoken by Gunil’s mom taking photos of you guys all cuddling up in bed.

“Mom!” Gunil whined, but still didn’t let you go from his hold.

“I can’t help it. The two of you looked so cute,” she replied, showing him the photos she just took.

Jungsu

Jungsu was really happy when you agreed to meeting his parents. His mom had already brought it up a few times about how much she wanted to meet the girl who her beloved son loves so much. Jungsu didn’t want you to feel pressured though, knowing how nerve wracking meeting parents could be. He reassured you that there was no rush and you could meet them when you felt ready.

That time was now. You and Jungsu had just arrived at his parents house. Jungsu’s hand was comfortingly holding yours as you waited for his parents to open the door. The door opened and your breath hitched, nerves taking full effect now. 

“You’re even prettier than in the photos,” Jungsu’s mom gushed, causing you to blush.

“You’re prettier than me though. I see where Jungsu gets his looks from,” you responded with a smile, cheeks still tinted pink.

“Oh stop! There’s no need to flatter me,” she says, gently taking your hand to pull you inside.

“You know she’s been dying to meet you,” Jungsu’s dad states when you all sat down at the table for lunch. 

“Jungsu always speaks so adoringly about them, so how could I not want to meet them?” She defends herself. You all continue to chat over lunch. You told them stories about your childhood and your time spent with Jungsu. 

Afterwards you helped Jungsu’s mom with the dishes. You washed while she dried and put away. The two of you continued to talk a bit while cleaning. 

“I get why Jungsu loves you so much,” she tells you after putting away the last dish. Her words took you by surprise and you didn’t know how to respond. “I’m glad that he has someone like you by his side supporting him,” thankfully she continued. Giving you time to formulate a response.

“I’m lucky to have him by my side too,” you responded, making his mom smile. 

“If you don’t make them my daughter-in-law I’m going to be very disappointed,” Jungsu’s mother says when you and Jungsu are getting ready to leave. 

“Mom, it’s too early to be saying things like that,” Jungsu complained.

“No I’m gonna be disappointed too if I’m not,” you said. Jungsu flushed and hurriedly pulled you out the door.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok was a little nervous about asking you to meet his parents. The two of you had only been together for a few months, but his mother was really adamant about meeting you. However Jiseok was very pleasantly surprised when you agreed to it, saying you were going to meet them at some point anyway.

Jiseok had one arm casually splayed around your shoulder and his other arm reached out to knock on the door. The door opened shortly after displaying the view of both his parents. 

“There’s our Jiseok that we missed so much!” His mother says excitedly pulling him into a hug. Jiseok’s father hugs him next after his mom releases him.

“And the y/n that we’ve heard so much about!” Now it’s your turn to be pulled into a hug. After pulling away from the hug you and Jiseok took your things to his bedroom to get settled for the weekend. 

You offered to help out Jiseok’s mom with making dinner, to which she gladly accepted. At the beginning you felt a little bit awkward because you were a bit nervous about wanting her to like you, but after a bit of warming up the kitchen is now filled with your guys' laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Jiseok’s dad questions entering the kitchen with Jiseok only a few steps behind him. 

“Oh y/n was just telling me about the hike they and Jiseok took to Baegundae Peak,” She explained, still trying to catch her breath slightly. 

“I don’t just have to worry about my mom telling embarrassing stories about me, but you too!” Jiseok exclaimed with a sense of betrayal.

“What happened?” His dad asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” his mom snickered. “Come on let’s eat,” she continued, grabbing the food to carry it over to the table. Over dinner Jiseok found a way to take revenge and tell an embarrassing story about you. Although you couldn’t even be that annoyed about it, since the atmosphere was so bright and lively.

The weekend seemed to have flown by. You and Jiseok were saying your last goodbyes to his parents. Just before you botched walked out the door Jiseok’s mother whispered something in his ear, that made Jiseok smile but also flush. She told him to marry you.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin was overjoyed about you meeting his parents. He told you about how much his parents wanted to meet you and when you agreed he rushed to talk to his mom about setting something up. They worked out a time for the both of you to come spend a weekend with them. 

“Wait, now that we’re here I feel really nervous,” you say before you and Seungmin could exit the car. 

“Why are you nervous? You’ve talked to both of them on the phone before,” Seungmin states, resting a reassuring hand on your leg.

“I know, but this is in person, it’s different,” you told him.

“It’s gonna go well. They already like you, so stop overthinking,” he tells you. The pair of you get out of the car with your things and walk up to the door. His parents are quick to answer the door and welcome you inside. 

“Y/n you have no idea how much we’ve been dying to meet you in person,” his mom raves.

“It’s all that she’s talked about this week ‘Finally meeting y/n’,” Seungmin’s dad adds. That’s all it took to subside your nerves. 

“Come on dinner’s ready,” Seungmin’s mom ushers you all towards the table. The conversation flowed naturally while you guys ate and afterward you and Seungmin did clean up duty. 

“The remind me of us when we were younger,” Seungmin’s mom said as she and her husband watched you and Seungmin clean up.

“They’re a really good match. I’m glad our son found them,” his dad noted. Seungmin happens to catch his parents watching you two and gives them a questioning look. They smile and his dad throws him a thumbs up before they walk away, causing Seungmin to chuckle.

“What?” you ask Seungmin upon hearing his chuckle.

“Nothing,” he responds with a smile etched into his face. The two of you finished cleaning up then joined his parents in the living room. You all watched a movie together before going to bed. 

In the morning Seungmin’s mom came to wake you and Seungmin for breakfast, but she couldn’t help but stare at the sight of Seungmin sleeping with his head on your chest and arm securely around your waist. She snapped a quick picture before actually waking you two.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun already knew that his parents liked you, so he didn’t have any worries about you meeting them. He just wanted to be sure that you were comfortable with it too. When you told him that you were, it made him so happy. Hyeongjun liked the thought of you and his parents spending time together.

The two of you had just arrived at his parents house. Your hands were linked together as you approached the door. Only moments after knocking the door swung open. 

“Y/n! I’m so glad to finally get to meet you,” Hyeonjun’s mom says while pulling both you and Hyeongjun into a hug. Hyeongjun’s dad warmly welcomes you both, also giving the two of you a hug.  All of you sat in the living room talking for a bit before deciding to eat some lunch. You helped his mom dish it up, while Hyeongjun and his dad set the table. 

“You know Hyeongjun used to call me and talk about you all the time,” his mom spoke up.

“Mom! Why are you bringing that up?” Hyeongjun complained, staring at his plate to hide his flushed face. 

“It was cute, there’s nothing wrong with it,” she justified.

“Actually I used to talk to my mom about Hyeongjun,” you admitted. 

“Really?” Hyeonjun said, picking his head up, now looking at you.

“Yeah and I would call her and say ‘Mom I like him so much. What do I do?’,” you mocked yourself.

“That’s exactly what Hyeongjun did too. I was so glad when he finally told me that you two had gotten together,” Hyeongjun’s mom tells.

Later for a pre-dinner snack you were helping Hyeongjun’s mom cut up some fruits.

“You know I’m really thankful that Hyeonjun has you,” his mom stated. “I always worry about him being an idol. I know how stressful their lives can be. Busy schedules, not enough sleep, worried about diets,” she lists out. “But I feel better knowing Hyeonjun has you to help look out for him. I can tell he really loves you a lot,” She finished.

“Hyeongjun looks out for me too. We take care of each other. I love him a lot too,” you replied.

“Trust me I know,” she said, picking up the plate of cut fruit walking back to the living room.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon couldn’t have been more excited for you to meet his parents. You hardly had time to be nervous with how excited he was.They had been asking about meeting you for a while due to how much Jooyeon talks about you. His parents invited you over for the weekend. Jooyeon was so excited about it all week and the day had finally arrived.

Jooyeon had just knocked on the door to his parents house. He kept an arm wrapped around your lower back as you guys waited for his parents to answer the door. Moments later the door opened.

“Jooyeon! Y/n! You’re finally here,” Jooyeon’s mom says. She hugs Jooyeon first telling him how much she’s missed him before his father does the same. They’re just as energetic to welcome you too, saying that it’s nice to meet you and not just hear about Jooyeon talking about you. “You two must be hungry from the trip, let’s go eat,” she leads you guys into the dinning room. You sit next to Jooyeon and his parents sit across from the two of you. His parents asked you some questions about your childhood and your life. By the end of the meal laughter surrounded the table. 

You were currently washing dishes with Jooyeon, who kept minorly complaining about what a chore it is. You told him that it would go faster if he stopped complaining. 

Jooyeon’s mom marveled at the sight because she had never seen Jooyeon do the dishes so easily before. If she didn’t approve of you before she definitely did now seeing how you brought out a more mature side to her son.

Afterwards you all played some card games together. It was nothing short of fun and a nice way to end the night before heading to bed. 

Jooyeon and you were cuddled up in his bed with some stuffed animals. Jooyeon’s mom discovered the sight when she went to wake you two up the next morning. She took out her phone to take multiple pictures of you both all cuddled up. Jooyeon stirred awake catching his mom’s little photo shoot. At first he let out a groan.

“Send them to me,” he followed up with then proceeding to close his eyes once more.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh gunil #xh jungsu #xh gaon #xh jiseok #xh o.de #xh seungmin #xh junhan #xh hyeongjun #xh jooyeon #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #jiseok x reader #o.de x reader #oh seungmin x reader #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun x reader #jooyeon x reader

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Mastermind - Recoms x Singer!Recom!reader

(A/N: heyy... hey.. im back :3. im sorry for leaving for SO LONG im dealing with a lot of personal stuff right now but im really trying to write more. i want to get faster at typing and i also needa feed my children. also most of this fic will be exposition and the events leading up to the climax like im not even joking its so long. hope yall enjoy this one. mwah) (and yes I based the songs on Taylor Swift and if you're gonna be in the replies being hateful, gtfo my page (kindly))

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?

And now you're mine.

I had always hid my true past from my teammates. Practically everyone. I only really had a journal, and even that was locked away under my rug under my bed. Nobody knew it was there, and nobody could access it without waking me up or making some kind of noise. It was a sacred book to me. I could talk to... something with it. I could express my feelings of wanting to go back to the way things were, but never wanting to leave Pandora. Never wanting to leave my friends. And never wanting to leave my lovers.

I'm a recombinant for the RDA. When I died in my human body, they had my DNA and were already growing my new body to be revived. I have my memories of my past life, and it was awesome. Until... my mom found out she was drafted for the mission on Pandora. I, being the best kid ever, took her place. My fans were scared for me, and tried to convince me not to. They'd heard it all, how dangerous Pandora was. Especially for a singer with no military experience or knowledge. But I accepted my fate. For my mother. For my family. I had siblings back home, and with me going on tour all the time, I wouldn't be able to take care of them if my mother was gone. So I accepted the fact that I was most likely, if not definitely, going to die on this mission.

And I did. My family recieved the news, but also learned about Project Phoenix. They were relieved to know that their kid was going to be revived, just maybe not the same.

-----

"Hey, ma. How're you?" Prager asked as I sat down at the table. It was lunch at the cafeteria. They pretty much just fed us protein-filled slop most of the time. Rarely, they would throw a cookie in there if it was a holiday on Earth.

"Oh, it's going alright, baby. Thanks. Hey, can I ask you a question?" I replied. Prager nodded and leaned in. "Do you think you could ask the Colonel if we could go out in the forest today and just... explore? He doesn't know this, but I actually have some science friends and they showed me some fruits and animals that we can harvest and safely eat. I tried some and Pandora food is good. Like, really good. I wanna surprise the team, and you know Colonel can't say no to you."

Prager agreed and once the Colonel sat at our table, he immediately started.

"Colonel, I was wondering if we could go out into the forest today and just have some fun. Explore, fuck around in some river or something?" Quaritch looked at Prager and gave that ONE sigh. (A/N: its giving "go get my purse") "Fine. But we ain't bringing a baby viperwolf home because Ja wants one." He glared at Ja. He was always the one to see a stray dog and say "please please pleaaaaase mom can we adopt it??" as a kid.

I silently thanked Prager for doing my bidding as always.

-----

We were out in the forest, going over the rules we've memorized by heart now. Once the Colonel finished up, I immediately took off. I was so excited to get some nice food that I didn't realize the cliff drop below me. I was suddenly falling, the wind rushing past my body and feeling almost painful as it hit my face and went away so fast, over and over again.

I dived head first into a lake. The drop wasn't that bad, I realized. Alicia was first on the scene, peeking over the dropoff with a worried look on her face as she hoped to God I wasn't dead. I waved my hand up at her and called out.

"Get down here, this is so fun!! Don't be afraid to get a running start either!" my voice echoed. "Are you okay??" she shouted back. "I'm amazing!!"

Alicia ran over to the others and told them to watch her. She embraced her inner child as she ran as fast as she could and leaped off the cliff. She felt the wind rush past her face as I had, and splashed in the water with me. The rest of my team ran over and looked. We were... fine? Lopez was next. He gladly jumped and plooshed in with us. Then Prager, Zhang, Walker, Warren, Mansk, Lyle, Fike, and finally... Quaritch. He took a chance and jumped.

We were playing and splashing each other with water as we finally relaxed for once. Of course, we had fear of predators. But we didn't care as much anymore. We were playing like kids and it felt so good.

-

After we dried off and got back to the forest, I took off again. This time, more careful. I found an abandoned basket in pretty good condition and took it with me to collect fruits and veggies. I collected some yovo fruit, some other stuff I didn't know the name of but still knew was safe, and finally it was time to get some meat. I was looking to make some nice Pandora burritos for everyone. I found a nice bow and some arrows, perhaps forgotten by a young hunter excited to show their family their haul.

While I was gathering food, one of my favorite songs got stuck in my head while I was thinking about my life back on Earth. I started humming... then singing the lyrics... then full belting the long notes. I didn't realize Lyle was near, close enough to hear but far enough to stay hidden. He'd never heard my songs because he was in the military before I even debuted. I'm sure he was confused who I was singing.

I got some hexapede meat, some meat from hard fruits, and I also took down a lone viperwolf. I put the stuff in the basket to bring home.

-

"What the Hell is all of this? What've you been doing this entire time? Why do you have a bow? Did you encounter a native?" Colonel asked. I said I found it and saw no booby traps so I took it. I explained that my friends at the lab wanted some samples so I got some for them. Obviously it was a lie, but I couldn't spoil the surprise.

He allowed me to take my findings and harvest home. I thanked him and was so excited to make him and our team a good meal for once.

-----

I got out my cutting board and my cooking knife and started chopping. I cooked some of that chicken-y stuff and some of that fruit. I thanked Mansk in my head for teaching me these things.

-

I radio'd everyone to come to my room. I said I had a surprise for them. "I swear to God, if we get there and you're on the bed naked again I will... actually not be mad." Lyle said back.

"This isn't that kind of surprise, Lyle. Just get over here!"

Once they all were in the room, I retrieved a tray with foil over it. The smell wafted into the room as I uncovered the gift. They were all so surprised and hypnotized by the burritos.

"For you guys! You deserve it. Take one, I insist!" I squealed. They all grabbed one and a paper towel and with the first bite, they relaxed their tense muscles and rolled their eyes back. They hadn't had a good meal like this in a good, long while.

"Hey, Y/N, what song were you singing in the forest? You were really loud... must've been one of your favorites or something. Is it on Spotify?" Lyle asked as he finished his first bite. My eyes widened. "You... heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard a little bit too. It was something about a new romantic or something like that." Zdinarsk added. "Yeah you were singing about something related to rings or something too." Mansk said. "I don't know, I could be wrong, but last time I checked, you weren't married." Lopez said.

"Um... can we forget all of that happened? Sorry, I was just getting carried away and I sang some of my own songs and-" I was soon cut off by the Colonel saying, "Wait- your songs?"

I soon shoved them out of my room, begging them to let it go and to not talk about it again. I closed the door behind me as I slid down the metal wall to the floor. I took some big, deep breaths and checked under my bed to check if my journal and hard drives were still there, even though I'd been with them the entire time. Phew! They're still there. I thought.

-----

The next day, at dinner in the cafeteria, I brought my bag with me and sat down with everybody acting like nothing was wrong. Conversation sparked when someone asked, "So what's everyone planning on doing tomorrow? Ardmore gave us the day off." I said I was planning on bingeing my favorite show wrapped in my blankets with my favorite foods. They all agreed and said they would be training, sleeping, exploring, hooking up, or something fun/relaxing.

I suddenly got a call from my friend on the phone. I knew it was something important, because my phone was blowing up with texts while she was waiting for me to answer. I hurriedly ran off to my room for privacy, forgetting my bag full of personal stuff. Including my hard drives. Zdog decided it couldn't hurt to see what I carry around all day, so she started digging. She found my sunglasses, hairbrush/comb, an unopened soda can, some loose candy, and... hard drives?

"Hey does anyone know why Y/N has hard drives in her bag?" Z asked. Nobody knew, so she decided to take them and pass them out for them to watch later. It for sure wasn't porn, Ardmore would've never let it through. It's gotta be some home videos or something.

-----

Zdog and the others piled onto the bed in her room and uploaded the drives onto her computer. They were numbered. They watched the first one and it was a black screen with the sound of a crowd cheering. It was around an hour long. They watched as a... stage appeared. A big one. It was a stadium full of people. A concert? Then appeared the person performing. It was... you. Some already made the connections, while others took a little bit. You were performing for around 70,000 people along with cameras so everyone could watch it live. they watched all of the hard drives all throughout the night, only falling asleep when they went through all of them.

-----

You were in your room, hanging up the call. turns out it was just some cute guy flirted with her at a restaurant. Only then did you realize that you left your bag in the cafeteria. You immediately went back for it, checking everything was there because people just love to snoop. You realized all of your hard drives were missing. You soon were banging on the Colonel's door, asking if he'd seen anybody take them or had anything in their hands. He wasn't there. You knocked on everyone's door and nobody answered. You went back to your room, wailing into your pillow. Those drives were the last thing you had of Earth. Of your entire life before the military. Soon enough, you cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you slept in. It was your day off, after all. You heard a knock on the door. You recognized it as Z. You opened the door and there she was. She came in without an invite and immediately sat on your bed.

"Y/N. I am... just so sorry. When you left your bag in the cafeteria, I looked through it when I should've respected your privacy. I found hard drives and took all of them to my room and the rest of the team and I watched all of them. In order. All the way through. I am so sorry for disrespecting your right to privacy and watching the videos that were obviously private." She closes her eyes softly, looking down toward the floor with her hands twiddling in her lap. Too embarrassed and disappointed with herself to even look at me.

"Z, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been so secretive. Especially with the ones who love me most. The truth is, I was a very rich and famous singer on Earth. You probably know that by now. So does everyone else. But I'm trying to work through it and not be embarrassed to share my past."

"It's not your fault. I love you. We love you. You never have to hide anything from us, but if you don't want it to be shared, that's okay too. So... can we listen to some of your songs?" Z laughed. I said yes an radio'd everyone to come to my room. I had a surprise.

MWAH I love yall!!!! hope you guys enjoyed i've had this au stuck in my head since like last year :) 💋💋

@dyingofcookies ITS HERE BESTIE

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[hassedah]

hi, could you write a headcanon where y/n has complicated homework and asks for help from the boys and girls, thanks in advance

The boys help MC with its homework:

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you asked! Here, I assumed that the MC was at high school. It's a parental relationship with the boys. You can assume that the MC is the biological child of one of the boys or that they simply adopted a child at some point.

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir had teachers hired by his parents for him and his brothers and sisters. When it wasn't one of his parents who took time out to give them lessons. So he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, rather than see you go off to see other people. After all, he's worried about you and he's never sure you'll be safe at school.

He often supervises your homework. It's not that he wants to be controlling, it's just his mother-hen side shining through. On more than one occasion, he's helped you with your homework, especially when it's maths - after all, Vladimir wouldn't hesitate to do maths for fun.

Tonight you were in a bind. You don't usually do your homework at the last minute. OK, sometimes you did, but that wasn't the case this time. You'd been working on this maths assignment for over five hours. What's more, it was a graded homework - it wouldn't have been much fun otherwise. Five hours of trying, re-trying, re-re-trying to find the solution to this problem, only to come up with a different result every time. You'd tried contacting your friends for help, but they'd all had different results too. In desperation, you stared at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling for several minutes, as if the answer might have fallen from a candle.

"MC? What are you doing up at this time of night, aren't you going to school tomorrow?

-Normally if…," you mumbled, turning your head slowly towards him.

-And why are you doing your homework at this hour?"

You looked at him silently for several seconds before sighing in the same dramatic tone Raphaël might have used.

"I'm desperate, I'll never make it. It's not a failure, it's a catastrophe. I don't have a choice now, I can't give this back tomorrow, so all I have to do is drown in the swamp or change my name and leave the country.

-For God's sake, don't talk like that, you sound like Raphaël. What can't you do in this homework? It can't be that bad.

-Everything Vava. All of it. I can't do it so well that I'm questioning my own first name. It turns out that my name isn't MC and I've been wrong all along, and maybe the rain isn't rain and the wind isn't wind… I'm not even sure that 2 and 2 make 4 any more… "

Vladimir rolled his eyes when he heard you speak before pulling up a chair to sit next to you.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense and show me that instead."

You handed him the sheet before letting your head fall dramatically back onto the table. Vladimir merely sighed before beginning to read out the instructions. There was a long moment of silence before he spoke.

"That's not this year's program.

-That's what the teacher gave us," you defend yourself immediately, "I'd like to spend my afternoons doing something other than staring at a maths paper. And… how do you know it's not on the syllabus?

-I've read the syllabus.

-Nobody reads the syllabus Vava...

-I just told you I did."

You looked at him again, one eyebrow raised in doubt, before shrugging. Yes, coming from Vladimir it was actually quite logical, of course he would read this year's syllabus.

"But… if it's not on this year's syllabus, I'll never make it! You're not going to leave me with this, are you? You've got to help me, Vava.

-I wouldn't have a problem with that…" replied the vampire.

A big smile appears on your face as you cling to his arm.

"Please help me! I'll never ask you for anything again. I'll be the quietest person in this mansion. I want to go to sleep so badly, I don't want to do maths ever again. Help me, Vava!

-I'll help you, it's OK, don't shout in my ears."

You let out a cry of joy and Vladimir winced in pain, yet he made no comment and simply started doing the calculations. He was fast, very fast, and in just a few minutes your maths exercise was finished and all you had to do was copy it onto a clean sheet of paper.

Béliath :

It was her sister who taught Beliath everything. There isn't really a school in the world of succubi, well… there is one, but only for succubi, incubi and half-demons don't have access to it. So Beliath was quite enthusiastic about the idea of enrolling you in a school. He's always the first to want gossip about your classmates and the only one who really cares.

He never helps you with your homework. It's not that he's not interested, but his level in many subjects is not excellent. For example, he has no knowledge of biology, physics or chemistry, and the only knowledge he has of history is that of the periods in which he lived, and even then he confuses a lot of things.

Tonight, you had gone to bed feeling light-headed and in good spirits at the thought of being able to enjoy your bed, its wonderful blankets and comfortable pillows. Until your conscience jolted you awake, and you scrambled for your school bag full of dread before realising that you hadn't done a maths exercise. It's not that you're not good at maths, or anything, but it's three o'clock in the morning, your mind is foggy with fatigue and you feel like you can't think straight. You look at the paper in despair, you'll never get it right, the instructions seem to be written in another language.

"MC! What are you doing up? It's three in the morning!"

You jumped and almost dropped the mobile phone you were using for light before turning to Beliath.

"You could knock before coming in!

-At three in the morning? When you're supposed to be asleep?

-Yes. And how did you know I wasn't asleep anyway?

-I saw the light under your door. I got worried.

-If someone wanted to murder me they wouldn't take the time to switch the light on first… or they'd be bloody stupid.

-I worried that you weren't feeling well, that you were ill.

-Mm. Yeah, that makes sense.

-So, what are you doing?"

You shook the sheet of paper in reply and Beliath closed the door to crouch on the floor beside you.

"What's this?" the incubus asked before turning the sheet of paper over and over, as if a secret might be lurking inside.

"My maths homework…

-And... why are you doing this homework so late?

-I forgot it! It happens to everyone! I had lots of important stuff to do and lots of other homework too. We're sweltering under homework at the moment, the teachers are trying to make us all burn out. I do so much homework that I even dream about it at night.

-You're exaggerating a bit...

-Please, Bel, help me!

-No. That's your problem. I've already got mine.

-Please, Vava will kill me! I'll be buried under her cyclamen before I can say "phew". I've already completely forgotten about last week's homework. You can't leave me like this."

Beliath sighed, but he sat down next to you again. They were hieroglyphics to him, literally, why were there letters in the middle of numbers and figures?

"Yes…. No… but. Have you seen my math level? Go and ask Vladimir.

-So you really want me dead, do you?" you ask, looking into his eyes with a serious expression.

Beliath looked at you for several seconds before rolling his eyes, no doubt you spent a lot of time with Raphaël to manage to be as dramatic as he was.

"Rah, it's OK. I'll help you… but don't expect it to be a success…"

You would have howled with joy, if you hadn't been afraid of alerting Vladimir. Beliath took your paper before starting work. He was rather slow, but little by little you managed to find the solution, even if it took you a long hour and by the end you felt as if you were constantly on the verge of falling asleep.

Ivan :

Ivan is one of the few members of the manor who actually went to public school. It's not an activity he enjoyed very much and often he would have preferred to be elsewhere. So he doesn't hesitate to cover for you when he knows you've skipped lessons. After all, he always feels sorry for you when you tell him that you still have a lesson with Mrs Delanay.

He sometimes helps you with your homework, quite often in fact. He wasn't particularly attentive in class and rarely did his homework, but that doesn't mean he didn't understand what was going on. He always got better marks in the arts, but art and music were fascinating courses, much more so than physics or chemistry…

You glanced angrily at the sheet of paper in front of you, and if it had been able to see your gaze, no doubt it would have run away to avoid your wrath… unfortunately, it was a sheet of paper, a sheet of paper with an art exercise on it. It wasn't that you weren't gifted in the subject, it was just that you had no inspiration for the subject "something scary" as your teacher had said, but well, you live with six vampires who organise blood-drinking parties in your own home, so your idea of what's scary isn't really the same as your classmates', so you're in danger of going off topic…

A desperate sigh escapes your lips as you let your head fall back against the table.

"Aren't you feeling well MC?"

You flinch as you hear Ivan's voice behind you, the vampire standing in the doorway to the living room, you shrug defeatedly.

"I've got writer's block... but for the painter... I'll never finish this project...

-Don't say that," Ivan consoles you, coming to sit next to me. What do you have to do? I was pretty good at drawing when I was at school, and Pierrick's a good teach.

You handed him the sheet of paper with the instructions on it with a sad look on your face and Ivan read it. Finally, he scratched his head before putting the sheet down again.

"Yeah, I can see the problem… your notion of scary is probably not the same as everyone else's.

-Right! What do I do now?

-We could ask Aaron…

-I have to do a drawing, an art painting, not give nightmares to the teacher and the rest of the class!

-That's true…" mumbled Ivan.

-I'm stuck… I've been at it for hours… I can't come up with any ideas, I'm struggling and yet I'm trying… What's more, thinking about it all the time makes my brain feel like it's slowing down."

Ivan nodded. He understood the problem pretty well. You were both silent for several seconds before he exclaimed.

"Oh, oh, I've got an idea!. Do the Twisted Man from Conjuring.

-The twisted man… Ivan, that's not scary…, you protest. Stopping Beliath's mother from killing us all, that was scary!

-Yes, it's not scary for you, but it could be for others. You could take inspiration from the Slenderman.

-Is the Slenderman scary?" you ask, full of doubt.

-He was very popular when I was at school, everyone told stories about him.

You sigh, it might be a good idea, if you change it enough.

-Anyway, it's not like I've got any other ideas. Let's just try this…"

You looked up reference images on your mobile phone with Ivan's help, and the vampire even went to the library for a moment to look for art books that might help you find inspiration. You stopped for a moment to look at a series of engravings depicting Dances Macabre from medieval times. Ivan made a few sketches with you to try and give you some ideas. At the end of the day, you finally had a drawing that you thought was good enough to give to your teacher.

Ivan :

Aaron never set foot in a school; his mother taught him everything. It was nice of course, but he didn't learn to read and write very well because of it and if his mother hadn't had to do the accounts for her dressmaking job, he probably wouldn't have learned to do maths. The idea of you going to a school was therefore very appealing to him. Like Vladimir, however, he was worried about your safety at school and insisted on visiting it himself. Did he frighten your teachers and classmates? Yes, a bit, but at least nobody bothers you.

He doesn't often help you with your homework. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that apart from a few history subjects, poetry and fauna and flora, he knows he doesn't have the necessary knowledge to be useful to you.

This evening you were working on a presentation given by your history teacher. "The Hundred Years' War". You were looking at the paper in front of you with some frustration. You still had a little time to finish the paper, but you wanted to get it perfect. It would, after all, be the last straw to live with vampires and fail your history presentation. You crossed your arms and groaned at your poster. This was the fourth time you'd done it and you still didn't like it. How could you talk about this war in just 10 minutes?

You sighed again, before pulling out a new poster to start all over again.

"MC? You seem annoyed tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped as you heard Aaron's voice behind you, narrowly missing dropping your pen.

"Aaron! Don't come in like that! You'll give me a heart attack.

-Sorry," laughed the wolf, before walking over and looking at what you're working on. The Hundred Years' War… I fought in that…

-I know, you've already told me…, you turned slowly to your work before sighing again. I can't do it Aaron… I've been doing it over and over again for hours and it never satisfies me.

-You're too hard on yourself. Do you want me to help you?

-You'd help me," you exclaim, turning to Aaron.

-Of course, since I'm offering. Tell me exactly what you have to do."

Your eyes lit up at the news, Aaron is concise and to the point. You don't think you could find anyone better suited than him to help you sum up the Hundred Years' War in ten minutes or so. You explain your subject quickly and the wolf nods.

"Yes, I can see the problem, it's not easy to summarise such a war in such a short time. We'll see what we can do, don't worry. I'd start by giving a brief summary of the context, the main belligerents, then the stakes, maybe a brief aside on one of the battles, if you have time, and finally the consequences of the war.

-That would be about two minutes per subject…

-You don't have to talk about a battle if you think it's too short. The most important thing is the context, what's at stake and the consequences. For the belligerents, you can assume that the rest of your class already knows them."

You nodded before starting to look for an outline for your presentation. Aaron's advice was useful; even though he often underestimates his ability to speak eloquently, the turns of phrase he suggests have the advantage of being both beautiful and precise. Little by little, your presentation is refined, and after two hours of work it's almost entirely finished, and Aaron also seems satisfied. Once you've finished, you practise your presentation and you're right on time.

Raphaël :

He had teachers hired by his parents and learned to paint with his father. He wasn't really an attentive student, at least not when it came to anything that didn't have to do with art. He skipped a lot of lessons to go out and play with his friends and more than once fell asleep during lessons. Like Vladimir, he would have preferred you to have lessons at home, where at least he's sure you're safe. Unlike Vladimir, he totally covers for you if you skip lessons, listen, he used to do the same thing, he's not going to criticise.

Sometimes he helps you with your homework. As long as it's not maths, physics or biology. He's very knowledgeable on most subjects, but he often talks too much. You can't ask him a question without him launching into long explanations that don't really relate to your question in the end.

Tonight, you were revising one last time for your music lesson the next day, or rather for your music exam. You knew the piece by heart, you'd played it many times without the slightest mistake, but last night you couldn't do it any more. You cursed the piano with an angry growl. Why was it so difficult? It was supposed to be simple, but your fingers were getting all tangled up and making a mess of the keys.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you tried again, your fingers glided over the piano keys with a certain degree of habit, but they slipped on the last few notes, and you let out a raging howl as you barely restrained yourself from hitting the poor piano.

"MC, MC, calm down. You're too stressed to play tonight…"

You turned towards Raphaël, who had just entered the large living room.

"My exam is tomorrow, I can't stop until it's perfect," you reply immediately. "I can't present something that's only passable.

-It won't be "just passable", you're playing very well MC. But you've been playing for hours, and anyone in your place would be exhausted. I'm sure that if you take a break to relax a bit and enjoy yourself, you'll be able to do it again.

-But I can't relax at the moment," you protest. I could do it perfectly yesterday!"

At the end of your sentence, you let your head fall back to stare at the ceiling. Raphaël moves a little closer to you as he continues to speak.

"I know how frustrating it can be when you don't get to play what you want to play and I can assure you that a bit of rest can work wonders. I'll make you some hot chocolate if you like and you can tell me what fun you've had this week. When you try again later I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

-I don't have much interesting to say," you mumble wearily.

-I'm sure you're right, there's always something funny going on at your school," Raphaël smiles at you before putting a hand on your shoulder. Didn't you do a play not long ago?

-Oh no, please don't talk about this any more!" you mumble, thinking with your hands on your face.

Raphaël laughs before answering, "I'm going to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate and get some cakes, so why don't you sit down at the table and wait for me.

Raphaël left and after a sigh you decided to get up and go and sit at the table in the living room. He brought you a cup of hot chocolate while you continued to stare at the piano, as well as the little biscuits he had promised you, which were indeed your favourites. You ate them, mumbling mainly about your music lessons, before slowly changing the subject as the discussion progressed. Raphaël asked you questions about what you were doing at school and about your friends. You relaxed little by little until you were smiling again.

When you sat down again to play the piano later that evening, you managed the piece without making a single mistake.

Ethan :

Along with Ivan, Ethan is the only one who went to a state school. He was a very good pupil, without really needing to work. He always had an ability to understand things easily and he took advantage of that a lot, mainly by being inattentive in class and acting like a clown in the classroom. He thought the idea of sending you to high school was a good one, after all, you'd be bored to death if all you had for company were a bunch of boring old vampires. Like Aaron, he's only worried about the problems you might encounter, as long as none of your classmates are bothering you he's not worried.

He doesn't help you with your homework in general, unless you're having trouble with a physics, chemistry or biology assignment, but he does this by complaining (in fact, he's happy to help you, but he still hates the idea of having to do homework, even when it's not his own).

This evening, you were trying to finish a chemistry assignment… trying, because you'd been at it all morning and you'd finally got to the last exercise. You'd almost finished, which was the most important thing, but your eyes were falling out from exhaustion and you couldn't understand anything about the last exercise. It wasn't for want of trying to understand, though. You read and reread and reread the instructions, but nothing made sense any more. It was as if the instructions for the exercise had suddenly been written in a language you didn't understand.

You sighed before letting your head fall back into your arms, the thought of working even just five minutes longer made you want to cry. Why had the teacher given you such a long and complicated exercise! None of the other teachers did that, she was always the only one to make you crumble over exercises, each more complicated than the last. A third sigh escaped your lips. You still had that damned exercise to do.

"You look desperate tonight, is something wrong?"

You gasped before turning to Ethan. He was standing in the doorway looking at you. You couldn't help but sigh again before pointing to all the papers scattered on the table around you.

"I've still got a chemistry exercise to do… and I can't take it any more…

-I can see that," Ethan replies before coming closer. "Come on, show me this exercise. You're going to make a hurricane sighing like that."

You handed him the sheet, too happy to get help to think of protesting. Ethan read the instructions before frowning.

"That's a lot of work for one person," Ethan points out.

-It's because of the teacher," you answer. It's always like that with her… She gives us more homework than all the other teachers in the school put together.

-Can't you tell her that she's giving you too much work?

-If it was as simple as that I wouldn't do it…" you sigh again before slumping back in the chair. I'm fed up… I'm so tired I want to cry… plus I don't understand anything she's asking. I'm going to go crazy if this keeps up…"

Ethan looks at you as you stare exhaustedly at your work on the table. Normally he'd run away, but you look so tired he can't bring himself to do it.

"MC? How long have you been working on all this?" asks the vampire, gesturing towards your homework.

-Since this morning… "

Ethan sighs before sitting down next to you.

"Come on, give it up. I'll do the last exercise for you."

You sit up suddenly, surprised by the announcement, and exclaim.

"What?! What? Really?

-Yes, I really do. I'm not saying this as a joke and I'm only doing it because you look exhausted.

-Thank you Ethan," you sigh in relief before letting your head fall back into your arms. I could never have finished it without you."

The vampire rolls his eyes but starts to do the exercise, while you, without even realising it, have fallen asleep slumped on the table.

Neil :

Neil has always enjoyed learning things. If he'd been liked by his father, he'd probably have had much better teachers, but he had to learn a lot on his own. He wasn't really keen on the idea of you going to a school… do you really want to be around stupid, useless humans on a regular basis? He could have paid teachers to give you lessons at home… But he gave in to your demands. But you can't go to just any school! You have to go to the best private school in the area. After all, you can't just go to anyone.

He'll help you with your homework as soon as you ask, listen, he wants you to become as good as he is and it won't work if he refuses to help you or explain what he knows. What's more, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy teaching - it's really something he enjoys.

This evening you had an essay to do on the subject of 'Thaumaturgic kings', which was no easy task for you or your classmates. You'd been staring at the paper for half an hour without coming up with a plan for your dissertation. A quick search on the internet brought you across some university articles that were far too complicated for your level of understanding. You were at lycée, not university, and understanding all the nuances of these articles was just giving you a headache.

To top it all off, the teacher gave you some sources… in old French… so largely incomprehensible, just trying to decipher the writing made you feel like you were in an Indiana Jones film. You sighed in despair, you were never going to make it, that was a certainty and you couldn't afford to fail, it was out of the question.

"MC? You look sad tonight, is something wrong?"

You turned back to Neil, who was reading on the sofa, and sighed.

"I have to do an essay, but I can't understand the subject… let alone the sources… Why did people write so badly?

-Show me what your problem is. I might be able to help."

You handed Neil the exercise sheet as he came to join you at the table, and he sat down next to you to read it carefully.

"I see… "Thaumaturgic kings" refers to the healing powers granted to the king after his coronation. It's probably a rather complicated subject for someone your age…

-I don't know what to do, the teacher told us to do something simple, but I'm already struggling to understand what's going on and the sources are illegible!"

Neil bent down to pick up the sources you were pointing out before smiling.

"It's true that I've seen better writing… and there are a lot of abbreviations… didn't your teacher transcribe it for you in a more legible way?

-No. He left us with this!

-All right, then. I'll help you then. I'll start by reading the source for you, I think that'll be easier."

You nodded before bending over the text to try to follow. It was complicated, to say the least, and you interrupted Neil several times to try and understand certain abbreviations. Neil explained them to you patiently and little by little you even managed to decipher certain words.

"Wait, wait," you interrupted suddenly. Did you say Jean?

-Yes.

-But wait, Jean, it wasn't written like that before.

-Yes, it was. That's the problem with this kind of text - the spelling wasn't fixed.

-Not fixed, not fixed, there are limits after all, he could have decided on a way of writing it and stuck to it.

Neil laughs at your confusion before showing you another spelling a little further down the text.

"It's written in a different way here".

You sigh, a little disappointed by such unstable spelling, before continuing to listen to Neil.

You work on your essay together for a while longer, gradually understanding the subject better and better, and coming up with a plan for your essay no longer seems insurmountable. You quickly finish the work before going out for a walk in town with Neil.

Léandra :

She went to a sort of school for succubi when she was a child. It wasn't her favourite thing to do and most of the time she just skipped classes. Most things she learned from her mother or other older succubi. She was a bit put off by your idea of wanting to go to a school because… well it's not the most fun place in the world, but she gave in after all, if that's all it takes to please you.

She doesn't often help you with your homework. More often than not, she doesn't really understand it. Her knowledge of many human subjects is rather vague and she doesn't see the point in going into it any further. Occasionally, when she's in a good mood or the subject interests her, she'll come to you and try to help, although this is quite rare, but her help is always appreciated.

This evening you were working on an exercise that your art teacher had given you. You had to work on a painting about Julius Caesar, more precisely the painting : The Assassination of Julius Caesar by Karl Theodor Von Piloty. The painting was rather interesting, but you didn't really know how to talk about it. No matter how hard you looked for information about the painter, you couldn't find any. You sighed as you continued your search.

"Who's that guy?"

You jumped as Léandra appeared behind you, pointing at César on the painting.

An emperor," you reply.

-And… it's normal for him to be assassinated?

-Well, given that is Caesar… yes."

Léandra remains silent for a moment, shaking her head, seemingly deep in thought, then continues.

"It was the Roman emperor who had sex with Cleopatra? Was it?

-Yes, that's it," you answer.

The discussion ends and You continue to look through the books while Léandra stands around you without moving, finally you turning round once more to ask her.

"Do you want anything?

-What should you do with this painting?

-A presentation.

-Sounds boring… can't your teacher teach you to paint instead? That would probably be more fun.

-No… Are you going to stand over my shoulder for much longer? If you've got nothing better to do, you can help me, you know?"

You had proposed the idea without the slightest hope that Léandra would accept, and yet to your astonishment, she sat down at the table next to you before looking at you.

"What do you want me to do?

-Um… I need to gather some information about the painting and the painter to do my presentation… but it's a bit complicated, I can't find much…

-Okay, I'll help you. "

You continued to stare at Leandra as she suddenly started rummaging through the books for you. It was rather unusual, to be honest, and it took you several seconds to manage to concentrate again on the book you were reading before she interrupted you.

In the end, with Léandra's help you found a lot more information than if you'd searched on your own. It didn't take you long to write your talk and set up the power point for the presentation. And once you'd finished everything, Léandra invited you to go out with her into town so that you could finally have some fun.

Farah :

Farah learnt everything she needed to know from her older brother after they left the family. She learned to read and write from him, and he taught her all about flora and fauna and how to look after herself. So when you told her you wanted to go to a high school, she was all for it. But it was a bit complicated, the pack travels a lot and you couldn't travel with them while studying. So she rented you a small flat near the school and visits you every weekend to see how you're doing.

She will help you with your homework whenever she can, but can only do so at weekends. Farah is always happy to do this for you. She is, of course, much better at helping you with subjects such as flora and fauna or history. However, if she doesn't master something in particular, she can always find a member of the pack to help you.

This evening, you sat in your living room with your homework, waiting for Farah to arrive. You were working on an exercise about the beginnings of human agriculture. It wasn't as easy as you had initially hoped, and little by little your mind was getting muddled. You jumped when you heard the front door open and rushed to meet Farah, who was calling you.

"Farah!" you exclaimed with palpable joy. "I thought you'd get here later!

-We walked faster than I expected," smiled the werewolf. How was your week? Have you got a lot of homework today? I thought I'd take you shopping with the pack when you'd finished."

-I've been working for hours on an exercise on the beginnings of human agriculture.

-I see. Do you need any help?

You quickly looked over all the work you still had to do. Of course, you were capable of doing it on your own, but it had been so long since you'd spent time with the pack and Farah that the idea of spending the day on homework instead of having fun depressed you. You nodded.

"Yes, please!"

-All right, I'll help you then. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can go and enjoy ourselves."

Farah followed you into the living room, smiling, and you sat down around the table. As you worked, you told her what you had done during the week.

"Are you having a good time at high school at the moment?

-Yes, we are. We're preparing a play! We haven't decided which one we're going to do yet, but we can choose between : Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood and Alice in Wonderland.

-Well, that sounds like fun, I hope you'll let me know when we can come and see it with the pack.

-Oh no, Farah, I'm going to get noticed if you all come."

The she-wolf laughed in amusement at your reaction, before resuming a few seconds later.

-You can ask Willie if you're nervous. He used to perform on stage when he was still human, so he knows how to deal with that sort of thing."

You nodded as you continued your homework, and with Farah's help it only took you an hour to finish it all. You left shortly afterwards to join the pack and go shopping together.

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If you’re still taking the physical intimacy prompts, how about piggy back rides with Jake Lockley??

a/n: maybe jake is so fun to write actually. let me know what you think!

"I told you not to wear those shoes, mi vida," Jake gripes at you, muttering something in Spanish under his breath immediately after.

You roll your eyes at him, holding onto his arm where you're paused on the sidewalk. "You love these shoes. Which is exactly why I have them on!"

Jake doesn't answer you, turning his hand to clutch your elbow, steadying you as you bend to fiddle with the straps of your shoes. You can feel his eyes on your legs. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "that was before I knew about the fuckin' blisters they'd give ya."

"Gonna beat up my shoes for me, Jake?"

"Thinkin' about it," he snarks.

You straighten and wriggle your feet a bit, trying to decide if you'd readjusted the shoes enough to be able to continue to walk and not have the fabric rub against the forming blisters quite so much.

Despite Jake's waspish comment, his eyes are concerned when you turn to look at him.

"What?"

"Just wondering if you're gonna make it home like that," he says, looping his arm with yours as you start to walk.

Your feet immediately begin to smart again, nerves alight with pain, but you try to walk as normally as possible. Jake would only rib you for being sensitive.

But fuck do your feet hurt.

It was worth it though, to get to go dancing with Jake, to let him take you to some club he apparently loves, to watch him show you off with pride.

If your shoes had not betrayed you, the night would have been perfect.

You're determined now not to say anything more about it. The flat is only a few blocks away and you can handle it.

Jake is asking you something but you've missed the question, so focused on blocking out the sharp pinch at your toes and heels. He pulls you to a stop and huffs out a sigh. "You hurtin'?"

"No," you lie.

"You're so bad at lyin' to me, princess."

"And you're so bad at listening when I tell you I'm fine, Jakey."

"Don't call me Jakey."

"Don't call me princess."

Jake shucks off his jacket, pulls off the flat cap on his head, and hands both to you. He's muttering in Spanish again, something that sounds suspiciously like stubborn to you.

"If I'm stubborn, then what are you Jake Lockley?"

"I'm right," he says only a little bit smug but mostly worried. It's cute, how protective he is of you, even against something as benign as shoes. "C'mere, cariño. 'm gonna carry you back."

"What?" You ask, horrified. "No."

He turns his back to you and bends his knees. "Piggy back." You don't move. "I know your feet hurt. C'mon. We're wasting time here. Wanna get back and order some pizza. That place that does New York style closes fuckin' early, so move your ass."

You only hesitate a second longer, the pain arching up your legs now too, even as you just stand there. "Sure?"

"Just do it, will ya?"

You tuck his hat onto your own head before carefully clambering onto his back, Jake's broad, warm hands, hooking beneath your thighs as you wind your arms around his neck, his jacket clutched in your hands.

"Not so hard to listen is it?"

"Shut up," you huff into his neck, enjoying the way his hands feel on your thighs.

You lean your head into his, press a kiss to the space behind his ear softly. "Thank you, stubborn man."

Jake laughs, a sort barking huff. "Want me to drop ya here?"

"No, thank you, my feet feel so much better, heart of hearts."

"Layin' it on thick now," he says, squeezing your thighs. "Keep going."

You laugh, "Oh honey, baby, Jake, I love you so very much. Thank you so much for saving me from these horrible shoes. I owe you my life."

He hitches you higher, turns his head so you can give him a little kiss. "They make your ass look good though."

You bury your face in his neck, enjoying the scent of him, the warmth of his back along your front, against the insides of your thighs. It's nice, and you almost feel like you could fall asleep.

You don't notice you're home until the elevator dings at your floor. "Home sweet home, sweetheart. Steven said to tuck ya in if you fall asleep."

"'m awake," you say groggily, like maybe you did fall asleep, as Jake unlocks the front door and deposits you gently back to your feet.

He catches you when you stumble. "Knew you wouldn't want to miss out on pizza," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sauntering away.

"Nice ass!" you call after him.

You catch the middle finger he sends you before the bathroom door closes, and you bend to take off the offending shoes with a smile.

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[romeulusroy]

Random Headcanons About Baby Roy:

Warning/s: addiction, addiction mention, drugs, alcohol mention

A/N: I think about Baby Roy all the time, lol. I just love them. I thought some fun headcanons would be nice :) Based on these headcanons and this fic series!

Baby loves screamo. Anything and everything screamo. Also any alternative artist! The more raunchy, the better. Any car or room they're in, they're listening to it or humming it or playing it in their headphones. Everyone's come to expect it and ignore it as best they can. Especially Karl and Frank, they hate it. Gerri just shrugs. it's not hurting you or anyone else, leave it be

It absolutely drives Connor insane, especially when you and Roman gang up on him and recite verses. Roman doesn't love your music, but it's so worth it to watch your other siblings cringe and get all uncomfortable

"That d*ick tastes like yankee candl-" I love Ashnikko lol

"Y/n, please."

"You wanna hear a so-"

"No."

Baby unironically plays Where's My Juul?? by Lil Mariko in front of Connor who has no idea what a juul actually is lol

Baby has a wicked sweet tooth. Kendall's been sneaking them candy since they were little, but it seems like you always have something sweet. A lollipop, gumballs, gummy bears, etc.

"You'll get a cavity."

"This is my one vice, let me be."

Shiv is always holding out her hand for whatever you've got. She doesn't ask, she just expects it. You never mind, it's nice to share with her. Besides, it makes her feel like a little kid, too

Baby loves gory movies. Growing up, when all the kids were together, they'd have movie night. When it was your turn, you always chose the goriest thing you could find. Rome would sit with his hands over his eyes and Connor would hold a pillow, But you, Ken, and Shiv would be totally into it

"Just wait! His head gets ripped off!"

"This can't be appropriate."

Baby is actually very smart. Despite all the partying, their grades were perfect. Logan had no need to worry. Maybe you weren't showing up to class, but you were there for tests and that's all that mattered. You throw your intelligence in your brothers faces

"Can you even spell egotistical?"

You make endless jokes about your sobriety that none of them like except for Roman. The others shoot daggers at you with a look that says "not funny" You think it's funny though, and that's all that matters

"I'll be at the bar, you guys chat. Kidding! I was kidding, jeez."

"Does anyone else need a strong drink right about now?"

"They say the food is like crack, but I know crack and this isn't that."

"I used to take handfuls of pills to this song. Now look at me, I've become a monster."

Connor is horrified. Every time you say anything, he's speechless. Shiv gets very serious and Kendall spirals, but Rome likes it. If you can't joke about it, what good is it?

Baby has lots of tattoos and piercings. It's the only socially acceptable way to self harm that isn't drugs and alcohol. Logan hates them and Connor thinks they're unsightly, but you don't really care. Gerri always wants to see the new ones you got, though she prefers they be covered up in the office

"I like that one, that one's very cute."

"Thanks, Mommy."

She hates when you call her that. For you, your and Gerri's relationship, it's not at all sexual like it is with Roman. She is genuinely your mother figure. She is warm and caring and only wants the best from you. She can always tell when things are getting bad again

"Oh honey, you don't look so good."

"Mommy, I don't feel so good."

She really does love you. Someone has to. She knows your mother and Logan don't. Someone has to be there for you

Both Karl and Frank are afraid of you. Between the music, the addictions, the tattoos, the piercings, everything is intimidating to them. You're not competing like your siblings, that scares them the most. You want nothing to do with the company

"Think they're rabid?"

"Might be."

You love it, the way they always back away when you get too close, like you're demonic or infected

Baby, I think, would write a lot. Not just your feelings, which are so hard to put into words, but good things that happened, reasons to stay sober

You have a notebook or something that they use to write in. You've brought it to every rehab you've ever been to and constantly reread it over and over. No one knows about it, and if they notice, they don't bring it up. It's yours

Reasons To Stay Sober: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv. . .

You have a sobriety birthday and every month you bake a cake. It always turns out shitty, lopsided, and burned and runny at the same time, but decorating it makes you feel like a kid again

You're always wearing your siblings clothes. You're always stealing someone's jacket or socks or shirt or sweater. You like it. It makes you feel close to them

They've just come to expect it

"You look better in that shirt than I do, keep it."

"I was going to anyways."

You have those moments of deep regret and embarrassment and self-consciousness that always end up in tears, but your siblings are there to pick up the pieces

Connor especially will just hold you as long as you need and listen to everything you have to get out

You feel so deeply sorry for hurting them and scaring them so much. You just wanted it to stop. You wanted not to he angry anymore

They tell you they understand, but you know they don't. Not really. They can't unless they've felt the way you have

Baby falls asleep on all the siblings. Even Roman will let them get away with it, but no one else. You snuggle into them and have the best sleep of your life

"Quit moving."

"Don't use me as a pillow, then."

You get away with (mostly) everything because you're their baby and they love you so much. They love you so much it's gross

Connor still prides himself on the way he raised you. There were bumps in the road, but you ended up perfect. Absolutely perfect

They all pride themselves on how they raised you. It wasn't always good, they weren't always there, but they're making up for all that now. Logan is gone. Slowly they're breaking the cycle, for you and for them

Things will get better. You've hit rock bottom so many times and always found a way out. This is that. This is your out

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[runnning-outof-time]

Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 9)

Previous Part

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) receives another letter from her mother in Sheffield, and is conflicted about its contents. She can’t help but pick up some weird vibes from Tommy when she goes to ask him for a day off.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3241

A/N: I really think the story’s gonna pick up from here…I’ve got a lot of fun things planned. Let me know what you think! Enjoy ! :)

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Dearest (Y/N),

It is so nice to hear back from you. Knowing you are safe allows my heart to rest, even if only slightly.

I know you said you are hesitant, but I think that you should come home to visit me. I think it could benefit the both of us and allow for some closure for me. It breaks my heart to know that I cannot see my only daughter whenever I please. I know of your distaste towards the family's dealings and have asked your brothers to take a break from their work so that you will feel comfortable being back in Sheffield. They will not bother you when you are here. I will make sure of it.

I've taken it into my own hands to arrange things so that you can come to see me. The best time to do so would be this weekend, Saturday to be exact. Come around noon. We can have lunch together. If you don't write back before then, I will know that you have accepted the invitation. You are even welcome to bring Matthew along with you. I would love to meet him.

Please consider it, dear. I really miss you.

All my love,

Mum

(Y/N) read through the letter three times in order to get its words to sink into her mind. Her mother wanted to see her again, so much so that she was even willing to step into her family's realm of business and halt them for the weekend just so that she'd feel comfortable with being there. Although the thought of going back into Sheffield again after leaving it so abruptly made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, she really wanted to see her mother again.

It had been killing her these past few months with only writing home and not being able to physically see or hear her mother. She knew it was what was best for the both of them, and it was one of the ways that they'd both be able to stay safe through it all. Going back there to meet in person would surely be a death wish if the circumstances weren't perfect. But she was looking at this opportunity differently now that some safety was going to be ensured.

With many thoughts still swirling around her mind, she slid the letter back into its envelope and set it down on the table. She had work today, and needed to gather her things so that she’d be able to leave. Once she was ready, she took one last glance over at the table, where the letter was still sitting, before she opened the door and exited her apartment.

Matthew was waiting for her, leaning up against the wall of her apartment building like he normally did. He grinned when his eyes fell onto her, and he pushed himself off of the wall to fall in step with her. "Hi, darling," he greeted her as they began walking.

"Hi, Matthew," she responded, trying to muster up a smile and make it seem like her mind wasn't running at a mile a minute. After a few silent moments of walking, she noticed something. "Why're we taking the long way today?" she questioned, just now realizing that they hadn't turned where they usually did, two streets back. She must've been too consumed with her thoughts to remember to make the turn.

"Because I can tell by how you greeted me, and by the fact that you missed the turn, that something's on your mind," he pointed out, "what is it?"

(Y/N) sighed. She'd been found out. "We haven't got long," she stated, trying to deflect his desire to know what was bothering her.

"We took the long way for a reason," he pointed out, and she mentally cursed the fact that what he said was true. "Did something happen, (Y/N)?" he asked her after a few silent seconds had passed, his brows furrowing together as he began to worry that something was wrong with her.

"No, nothing happened, it's..." she shook her head before trailing off with a sigh. She then looked at the ground as they continued to walk, wondering how she'd bring up what was on her mind to him. Should she bring up what was on her mind to him? "I got a letter back from my mum," she started off after deciding that it'd be better to get it off of her mind and chest.

"Yeah?" he prompted her to continue, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue, "that's good."

"She wants me to come back to Sheffield to visit with her this weekend," she got into what was causing her internal dilemma.

"Oh..." Matthew trailed off, some realization in his voice now. He looked at the road ahead of them as he tried to think of what to say next. "Wha...what do you think about it?" he decided to ask for her opinion on the matter before giving his own. He didn't want his own thoughts to sway her.

"I don't know what I think about it," (Y/N) responded, a sigh following her statement, "like half of me wants to go and see her, but the other half of me knows of the inherent risks that are accompanying it," she added, expressing some of the thoughts that were taking up her mind.

"You're worried about your brothers?" he brought up a big possibility, his eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at her again.

"Not so much, no," she shook her head.

"No?" he seemed shocked.

"My mum said in the letter that she'd get them to stop with their business dealings for the weekend if I were to come to Sheffield. She said that they agreed to it so that I'd feel safe in making the trip," she explained, detailing one of the pros of the situation. "And plus, I haven't seen her in months...I really miss her, Matthew. She's the one, and only, thing that made running away from that place tough."

Nothing was said as they continued to walk down the street. (Y/N)'s heart was beating fast out of the anticipation of what he might say. He seemed to be thinking over what she'd said, but she just couldn't bear to wait any longer.

"You don't think I should go," she spoke for him after it felt like the silence was starting to eat her alive.

"No," he immediately disagreed with what she said. "No, I didn't say that...I think that you should do what your heart's telling you to," he told her what he did think of the situation. (Y/N) sighed, obviously not wanting to hear the typical 'do what your heart's telling you’ response, and Matthew picked up on that. "You said you miss her, right?" he paused, watching her nod, "and that she was the only thing that made leaving tough..." with another pause came another nod, "your brothers also agreed to putting a hold on their business while you're there..." another nod came in his pause.

"Please just tell me what you think, Matthew," (Y/N) dramatically groaned, wanting him to just come out and say what his thoughts were instead of beating around the bush.

"I think you've answered your question for yourself," he pointed out, and (Y/N) shot him a dead-panned glare for giving her another roundabout answer. He only chuckled at her expression. "You've not presented any cons to me. The only bad thing I can think of is your brothers, and they've agreed not to bother you while you're there. If you're asking me what I think, I think you should do it," he finally gave her the answer she was looking for. "You said it yourself...you miss her. I think seeing her would be good for both your and her heart."

"That's the response I was looking for," she said with a smile as she hooked her arm around his bicep and then hugged it tightly, "thank you," she then said, her words making Matthew chuckle.

"You're welcome," he answered her, tipping his head to the side so that he could rest it against hers.

The two walked in silence for a little bit before (Y/N) thought of another thing to bring up to him. "She also said that I could bring you with me...she wants to meet you," she told him, looking over at him as she spoke.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," she affirmed with a slight nod, "would you like to come with me?" she then rephrased her statement into a question.

"I would love that, darling," he told her almost immediately, his smile widening.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'd love to meet your mother, (Y/N)," he assured her.

"Oh, that's great, Matthew," she beamed, leaning in to kiss his cheek, "having you with me is going to make me feel safe," she told him once she pulled away. The Garrison then came into view as she thought of one last thing to say, "I'll have to talk to Mr. Shelby today. Mum wants me to come on Saturday, so it’s best I give my request to have off to him early so that it isn't last minute."

"That's a good idea, love," Matthew nodded along with what she said.

They finally stopped walking and turned to face each other once they got to the doors of the tavern. "I'm excited for this weekend now. It means a lot that you want to join me," (Y/N) stated as she smiled at him.

"I'm excited as well. I can’t wait to meet your mother and hopefully gain her approval of me being with you," Matthew agreed with her, his smile matching hers. "Have a good day at work. I'll be out here when you finish," he told her then, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips. (Y/N) smiled at him again once they pulled away, and with one last kiss, she left his side to go into the Garrison and start her shift.

—

"Tommy?" she questioned as she knocked on the door to the back office several hours later. Her shift had finished for the day, so she figured it'd be a good time to ask her boss if she'd be able to take off on Saturday to go to Sheffield.

"(Y/N)?" he greeted her in a similar way as he looked up from the papers he was analyzing, "come in," he then beckoned her into the room, waving his hand at her. "Do you need something?" he asked her once she'd fully entered the room.

"Yes, I do," she nodded her head as she sat down on one of the chairs facing the desk, like he'd told her to.

"What is it?" he asked for her to continue.

She took a deep breath and clasped her hands together in her lap. She didn't know why she felt nervous to tell him this, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't steady her heart rate. "I, uh...I can't work Saturday," she told him once she'd found the words to say.

"Why not?" Tommy furrowed his eyebrows.

"My mum's asked me to come home to visit her. I'm going to be going to Sheffield," she told him, almost wanting to look away so that she didn't see his initial reaction to her words.

"(Y/N), don't you..."

"Before you say anything about the risks involved, I want you to know what I've already thought about them," she cut him off before he could voice his opinion, "she's asked my brothers to stop their business dealings for the weekend so that I will feel safe in going there to see her. Everything's been thought out in that regard." Tommy nodded along with what she was saying. She could tell that he was still a little hesitant to grant her this day off, and she knew that it was because he was concerned for her safety rather than he needed her to be at the bar. "Tommy, look..." she paused, taking a deep breath, "I really miss my mum. You're always saying how important family is, and how big of a deal it is to have your family by your side. My mother is the only family that I have anymore. She wants to see me, and I’ve been dying to see her..." she trailed off again as a pleading look formed on her face, "please, Tommy? I'll make up for it around here, I promise, I'll be good for it."

Tommy pursed his lips as he mulled over her attempt to persuade him. (Y/N) hated how long he was taking to share his thoughts, but she didn't want to say anything else for fear that it would skew what he was already thinking. After a few, agonizing, seconds, he spoke, "you'll have Mason with you, yeah?" he asked, not quite giving her a concrete answer just yet.

"Yes, he will be with me," she nodded her head, "but he'll be coming to meet my mother...as the man that I am interested in," she added, watching as Tommy's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh," was all he said, looking like he'd seen a ghost. She was confused as to why his initial reaction to her bringing Matthew was one of shock, but then she realized that it was probably because Matthew worked for him and that he'd gone ahead and pursued her personally. She was about to launch into a lengthy apology for this being the case, but his next statement cut her off. "In that case, I will have John and Arthur join you," he told her, his voice rather flat now compared to what it was before.

"That's not necessary," (Y/N) brushed his offer off, not seeing the need to have a literal entourage following her.

"It is," Tommy insisted, "you're going back into their territory by yourself, and even though they've said that they'll stop their dealings, your mother can't promise that their men won't..."

"I'll have Matthew with me," (Y/N) interjected, cutting him off from finishing his explanation.

"He's not enough," Tommy was firm in his stance, "you'll need them as well."

"Why do you care so much?" she asked him then, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. It wasn't making sense to her...he'd hired Matthew as her protection, and he'd be with her for this trip, so why were the extra men needed? And why did they have to be his brothers?

"From the moment you came to me, I told you that I'd make sure you're safe. This is me making sure that you're safe...I'd come myself, but I'm needed to deal with things here, so that's why I'm sending my brothers. I can trust them. I know that they'll keep you safe," he told her emphasizing the fact that he wanted to make sure she was protected every second that she was there.

(Y/N) took a minute to think over his statement, and she focused her eyes on the far wall instead of keeping them locked onto Tommy’s intense gaze. She felt as if she’d get sucked into his trance if she focused on him too long, and that wasn’t something she could do at the moment. After several moments of silence, she finally spoke again, “ok. John and Arthur can come with Matthew and I,” she agreed to what he was proposing, or more so insisting, as her eyes fell onto his again. She saw something in them that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, and it made her wonder what he truly was thinking at the moment.

“Good,” he said in a definitive tone. “You can have Saturday off…there’s no need to make the day up, you put enough time into this establishment,” he added, explicitly confirming to her that she’d be able to make the trip to Sheffield.

“Thank you, Tommy,” she smiled at him, feeling relieved, and elated, that the trip to see her mother was now coming to fruition.

“Don’t mention it,” he brushed her thanks off, “just make sure to share the exact time you’ll be leaving with Arthur before you’re finished here on Friday. He’ll relay it to John, and they’ll be around to pick you and Mason up on Saturday,” he then gave her some more details on the finer parts of the plans.

“Matthew has his own car. He’ll be driving us,” (Y/N) stated, immediately picturing her and Matthew sitting in the back seat with it looking like John and Arthur were their chauffeurs. “His vehicle doesn’t have enough room for four though.”

“They’ll follow you then,” Tommy adjusted the original plan. (Y/N) nodded after hearing his suggestion. “Is there anything else?” he asked her, feeling as though everything had been figured out for what would be happening on Saturday.

“Have you heard from Ada?” she asked him, wanting to know how her friend was doing since she hadn’t seen her in a little over a week.

“She’s fine. Polly’s been over to visit…she doesn’t like me comin’ ‘round,” he told her, making (Y/N) nod her head.

“She’ll come ‘round to you eventually, Tommy. You’ve let her husband stay here instead of ousting them when he didn’t listen to what you told him. That says a lot in the grand scheme of things,” she offered her thoughts on the tensions that were still present between him and his brother-in-law.

“Yeah…it’s not something I’ve time to worry about at this moment,” he dismissed the topic, “I’ve got bigger things going on.”

“I’m sure you do,” (Y/N) agreed with his statement, a slight smile on her face. “I’m going to go now,” she told him as she stood from the seat to move to the door of the office. “Goodnight, Tommy,” she bid him goodbye as she stopped at the door.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he repeated her farewell, watching as she then opened the door and exited the room.

(Y/N) took a deep breath as the door closed behind her. She had no clue why she’d gotten so worked up over that meeting. It was like she was afraid of the ramifications that could come from asking to go on this trip. And she also couldn’t shake the obvious change she’d noticed in Tommy after she mentioned her being interested in Matthew. There was no reason behind that…he had Grace, and should’ve been content with her. So why did it seem like he’d been told that his childhood pet had died?

As she exited the tavern through the main doors, she tried to get Tommy off of her mind and focus on what would be happening in just a few short days. She’d finally be seeing her mother again, and Matthew would be meeting her for the first time. Her heart would be full. She found Matthew waiting on the side of the building and approached him with a smile on her face. It became much easier to focus on what was going to happen on the coming Saturday rather than what had happened in the Garrison’s office when he reciprocated her excitement for getting the ok to go back to Sheffield.

This was going to be a good trip…she just knew it.

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