#she can be so off-putting and really utilized it here

[sailor-aviator]

Hey.

Go ahead and get settled because this will be...long, in true Liz fashion.

So, by now I'm sure most of you have heard what's happened. If not, you can search this blog for some answers or others for more.

I joined this fandom offiicially at the end of September after being a long time lurker. I had just lost my job and times were uncertain for me. I felt inspired to write, and as someone whose formative years were shaped by the fandom experience, I wanted to feel that sense of belonging again - to feel like a part of a community. I've talked about it on here before, but I started my fandom days in the original Hunger Games fandom when the first movie had just come out, and then I shifted gears towards the SuperWhoLock fandom. If you know anything about SuperWhoLock, then you know you had to have pretty tough fucking skin to be a part of any of it.

Of course, this was back in the day when fandom was an actual community and not authors having to beg for scraps of engagement and people thinking its a numbers game. I was a fairly large blog within the SuperWhoLock community (Waywardly-Carrying-On was the username), but I left fandom for a few years because life got hectic and I felt like I had outgrown the fandom itself as I was no longer watching any of the shows. As the years went on, I started to yearn for the fandom experience again, which is how I found myself dipping toes into several different ones.

I was so excited to publish my first fanfic. I had convinced myself that I wasn't a good writer (much to the chagrin of my irl friends), and I had put a pause on writing my original story. I wanted to write this idea about a cowboy and a girl using characters that I had grown to love like I did way back in my older days. So, I started posting, and I was so excited for the story, that I kept posting almost daily. MamaMay was one of the first people to embrace not only my story, but me as a person into the fandom. She made me feel welcomed and wanted.

Pretty much right off the bat I was already getting anons telling me that I was being too much and that I needed to calm down with all the posting. I was confused because...this is Tumblr. It's literally a blogging website? Why wouldn't I post? I decided to ignore the mean words (not before giving my opinion, of course) and kept on doing my thing. Well, the anons got continually worse and worse. I had a suspiscion as to who the anons could be, but I never had concrete proof. So, I experimented with blocking suspects until finally it worked. I'm not naming names because that's not my style, so don't even bother asking.

The fact of the matter is, some of you have entered fandom spaces for the first time, and you don't know how to act. You don't care to learn fandom etiquette as you've made abundantly clear by calling fandom olds every name under the sun while utilizing the anonymous feature. Newsflash, you're part of the problem. You're the reason why authors don't want to publish anymore. You are the reason that something that's supposed to be fun is starting to feel like a goddamn chore.

How many times can authors on here say that we aren't machines? We have lives outside of this website: family, friends, jobs, school, etc. Some of you really are just hellbent on making everyone around you miserable, and it's sad. You can't just leave well enough alone and let people enjoy something, no you feel like everyone has to enjoy it the same way as you.

Some of you go after authors on here because of some weird sense of jealousy too. I don't know why my shit blew up, babe, I really don't. But I started out with no followers and no support just like everyone else. I'll tell you what helped me though: following fandom etiquette and reaching out to other creators to build an actual community. None of this "I've reblogged three of your things and now I'm messaging you so that you return the favor." No, I reached out to make actual friendships which is what fandom is SUPPOSED to be. If someone was clearly not interested, it was fine!! I backed off and kept doing my own thing.

Some of you think being mean on the internet makes you big and bad. Guess what! It doesn't! It's loser mentality and I feel genuinely sorry for you. I'm sorry that people in your own life made you feel so small as to feel like you had to lash out at strangers on the internet who are just trying to have fun.

Anyway, this is my really long way of saying that I am taking a break for a little bit. I have no idea how long it will be - could be the weekend, could be a couple of weeks, could be forever. I need time to decide if this is something I want to keep persuing. If I come back, I don't know if I will remain a TGM blog or if I'll shift gears and hop into another fandom with a rebrand. Guess we'll just have to see.

To the people on here who have been a constant source of joy, laughter, and support: thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Your presence has meant everything to me, and I hope that my break sees me wanting to come back and giggle about the silly plane movie with you all again.

Nothing but love,

Liz 💛

#psa #public service announcement #this has been a psa #liz speaks #liz rambles #long post

[thewiglesswonder]

Just watched Pearl, final thoughts are that I love it when women are utterly malicious and completely insane.

#seriously Mia Goth SOLD that role #she can be so off-putting and really utilized it here #and another thing was that Ti West did an astounding job of enforcing a feeling of isolation? #like. drawing extremely pertinent comparisons between the spanish flu and covid #the way that we only ever get to see Pearl for an extended period of time #the way the pharmacist doesn't have a face #the way the pig keeps rotting and rotting #good movie. good movie #wig's words #pearl #pearl 2022

[double--blind]

(SPOILERS) breaking down how obsessed Andrew is w/his sister bc he's a repressed lil liar and I'm going insane

This post got longer than I intended it to

1. He claims they don't spend enough time apart from each other to even begin missing her so he doesn't even know if he would, but just earlier in the game he was apart from her for probs like 30 mins tops to investigates some cultists and guess what???? He was already missing her 😒

2. Says "I thought you grew out of this touchy-feely crap" when Ashley asks for a hug, but earlier when he was cooking dinner, he was the one with the inexplicable urge to "pull this broody bitch into [his] arms and force her to stay until she smiles" 😒

3. Piggy-backing off the last screenshot: WHAT OTHER THOUGHTS, ANDREW??? yOU WERE JUST THINKING ABT HUGGING HER. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. THESE ARE SIMPLY INNOCENT BROTHERLY THOUGHTS ARE THEY NOT????? 🤨🤨🤨

4. Bro just can't keep his hands off her. And everyone thinks Ashley's the clingy one jeez (lol the way he springs apart from her when Mom catches them is definitely definitelyyyy not worth analyzing. nope. not even when it happens a second time on the couch. nope. nooope)

5. What. What is he thinking here. Don't think I don't see those grey lil blush lines. Is this connected to my third point somehow bc like... 🤨😬 Is "Andrew" is gonna start doing and being what "Andy" was too spineless and afraid of doing?? That's what the vow was partly abt right?? Does that include—

5. WHEWWW BOY that little flashback with his gf has so much baggage in it I just wanna dissect. His girlfriend's tryna have a serious discussion with him abt his weird sister for the sake of bettering their relationship bc she genuinely loves him, but he just gets caught up in fondly talking abt said weird sister instead??

6. He's awfully hesitant abt Ashley learning some independence, bc y'know what?? I think he doesn't really want her to stop relying on him. But what do I know y'know

6. Wants his gf to put tie her hair up in a ponytail, then when she refuses bc he'll pull on it, says it's just "how boys express their love". Well. You know who else puts there hair up in a ponytail??? You know who else's hair he's always pulling on and touching???

7. The voicemails in his gf's phone left by Ashley are heard by him in his dreams, and his dreams are a construction of his mind utilizing his memories, personal hangups, and knowledge of Ashley. The voicemails irl were left on his gf's phone, and for all we know, he never actually listened to them in person. Bearing this in mind... odds are the things Ashley's saying contain bits of truths he believes within himself, filtered thru her crude, hateful dialogue.

Here. I transcribed one of them...

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't? You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that. He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything. I am the secrets you'll never hear. When he lies in bed at night, and when he needs someone to hold on to… It's not you he seeks out. It is me."

8. Claims Ashley's the one with the jealous streak, not him, but I think he's just as bad. The only difference is that Ashley's never given him reason to act on it since all she's ever wanted was him, but at the slightest mention of her gettin it on w/someone else, even as a joke, he gets mad. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" he says, when she's jokingly contemplating getting knocked up via the neighbor so an ambulance would come for her. "I wouldn't let them," he says, when she's complaining abt not being pretty enough for the wardens to bang her

9. Going hand-in-hand with that fact, he's intensely protective of her. Didn't hesitate to cleaver the warden who found her in the closet (probs didn't even BLINK lmaooo he chose VIOLENCE), and when the cake-stealing cultist insulted her just once, he stepped forward just like that

10. In their apt, when they were lying on the floor talking abt jumping off the balcony, he was really caught up in the "romantic" fantasy of them committing a double suicide and dying with their bodies entwined so irreparably by the impact they form one unified corpse "never to be separated!" and they get buried in the same coffin together. UM??? Bro fr thought he was the sane one of the two. That wasn't even true before the cannibalism and demon summoning 😭😭😭

BONUS:

11. This might just be me, but his reaction to seeing the post-sex vision doesn't strike me as someone who's inherently opposed to the idea. Instead of disgusted, he was... flustered?? He acted like she walked in mid-guilty pleasure wet dream. This wasn't a "GROSS THATS INCEST" reaction which is... the most normal reaction to have. That's the face of a man that got CAUGHT bro.

He asks "we're not like that, are we?" and "why are you like this?" and questions the veracity of the vision, but he never actually explicitly denies wanting the vision to happen, more focused on Ashley and her reaction. He buries the elephant under the rug as fast as he can, bc yeah, it struck a landmine, but it probably wasn't a landmine for the reason Ashley thinks it is. I bet the vision just hit a little too close... :P

#the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #andrew x ashley #tcoaal #txt post #character analysis #andrew graves #bro is MESSED UP and I'm only scratching the surface #half of this post is analyzing his gf and I'm not even done man I didn't even mention how Julia is both a foil for Ashley and a lookalike #he both chose a girl completely different from her (mfer's compensating) and someone who reminds him of her

[fandomwritingbit]

William Afton x fem reader

Babysitter

A/N: This is a second stab at the babysitter trope because it’s just delightfully filthy, it’s not at all connected to the go I had before (which you can find - here). Also this is my first time writing somnophilia so I hope it’s good. 

Synop: Reader is a regular babysitter for William, one night she stays the night as he is working a late shift. He comes home annoyed and the sight of her asleep is just too tempting.

Warnings: smut, non/dub con, somnophilia, age gap, inappropriate relationship.

You pull the duvet cover up over one of the children you’re babysitting, her voice catching your attention with its whiny tone. “I can’t believe you’re making us go to bed this early.” 

You smile at her and shake your head. “Lizzie, it’s half nine on a school night. You know the rules.” She pouts looking at you with pleading eyes. You know that she just wants to stay up and spend some time with you, it’s not surprising, with two brothers it’s no wonder she wants some time with another girl. She looks up to you and as sweet as it is, you know better than to delay her bed time. 

“Pleease, y/n.” She tries again and you chuckle as you turn on her nightlight then her big light off, coming back over to prop her pillows up. 

“Nope.” You say through a grin, “Now lie down if you want tucking in.” She does, though her dissatisfied expression doesn’t shift. And so, bringing the duvet up under her chin you tuck it tight at her sides, just how she likes, knowing that despite the whinging she’ll be asleep in 10 minutes tops. You stand up and head for her door, stopping just before you leave, “Night night, Lizzie. Remember the quicker you get to sleep the sooner we can make breakfast in the morning.” The little lass smiles and you notice the sleepiness of it even in the low light of the room. 

~

Elizabeth is asleep before you can gather your stuff and lock up downstairs, just as you thought. So you go about checking on Evan asleep in his room as of an hour or so ago, happy to find him still settled. They’re good kids, never any trouble really. You’ve babysat for the Afton kids many times, as a local young lass with a liking for extra pocket money it was a handy job. You would pick the two youngest up from school, take them home and cook dinner, help with homework, all the good stuff. Their dad worked long shifts at his restaurant, so usually you’d stay and put the children to bed, getting yourself home once he’d come back. But tonight was different, Mr Afton had told you he won’t be back til the middle of the night and offered you to spend the night in the spare room; which you took him up on. 

The room is probably the smallest one in the house, not that you mind, it is a double bed with an end table and a chest of drawers. You put your bag on top of it, taking out your wash bag and heading to the bathroom, where you then ready yourself for bed. As it’s only one night you didn’t bring any pjs, only your clothes for the morning, so you strip down to your panties, take off your bra and keep the shirt you’ve been wearing today on, thinking that that should be good enough to sleep in. Yes, it’s revealing but if you need to tend to the kids you can always put your trousers back on. 

You don’t notice your discarded bra, abandoned on the bathroom floor.

Once in bed you set your alarm for seven in the morning, knowing you’ll have to help Mr Afton with the school run tomorrow. Again you don’t mind and you’re paid well for your time. And you like Mr Afton. God, how can you not? Such a handsome bloke, lean and sharp. Smart as anything too, you’ve listened to him talk on the phone, all business, shrewd and confident. Yeah, you like him alright. 

~

William gets home in the early hours, some time after 3am and the happy silence of his home isn’t enough to quell his silent anger. An incident at the restaurant has left him with paperwork up to his nose and a tonne of wasted stock, and with rent and utility on the way he was stressed to all hell. Even after staying nearly all night, there was still some much to do when he went back in tomorrow afternoon, and lord knows Henry won’t be helping much. 

He moves through his house as quiet as he can, careful not to wake anyone up even with his terrible mood. Poking his head in on his children, he smiles in satisfaction at your work. You’re such a good little lass, looking after them so well, you’re more than worth what he pays you. Honestly, the kids love you, even Michael isn’t annoyed by your presence and he couldn’t ask for a prettier thing to be milling around his house. He chuckles at that thought, you’re a damned tease even if you don’t realise it. What with all your tight jeans and shirts that pull away when you bend down, it’s hard for him not to look at you, but so far that’s all he’s done. That and a bit of harmless flirting. 

He pops into the bathroom to wash his face, hoping that will help clear away the stress of the day, except he doesn’t make it as far as the sink. Stopping still at the sight of your bra left on the floor. It’s a surprise to say the least, you’ve never struck him as the black lacy type, least of all when looking after his kids. And especially so given you’re not a careless individual. He grins as he picks it up, rubbing his thumb over the peak of the cup where your nipple would harden at such an action. The image goes straight to his cock, he’d wager you are much too inexperienced to wear such an article.

It would be a shame to just leave it there all night, so he keeps it in his clasp as he leaves the room, a naughty idea crossing his mind. 

But as he passes the spare room that he notices you’ve left the door cracked open. He’s not delusional, he knows it’ll be to hear the kids if they need you, but a very persuasive part of him wonders if you could have left it open for him. After leaving your bra in the bathroom it doesn’t seem outlandish, rather like you’ve left him a trail to follow and he wouldn’t dream of denying that invitation. 

The light from the hall cuts through the room as he cracks it open, his eyes quickly finding your sleeping frame laid on the bed and an almost sinister smirk creeps across his face. Such a lovely girl just laid there, having no clue that he was taking in the sight of you. Whether you did do this on purpose or not is irrelevant to him, there is only so much teasing a man can take.

He stands there in the doorway for a moment listening to the tickly feeling in his chest of doing something he knows he shouldn’t, his silhouette casting a large shadow into the room. It’s a familiar feeling but one that just never dulls. 

Still careful to be silent, William slowly enters the room, reaching behind himself to close the door, the room remaining dimly lit due to a lamppost outside the window. His hands move automatically to the buttons of his shirt, still unsure of what he was going to do even as he took it off, dropping it down to the floor. His belt was harder to take off without the suspect clinking noise but he manages it and his trousers follow suit. Standing over you there with his cock rock hard behind his boxers, he feels like some all powerful monster and it’s just delicious. 

The bed dips as he gets in beside you, lifting the duvet up and scooching in until his chest is pressed against your back, your warmth utterly intoxicating. You stir, a soft sleepy moan leaving your lips that makes his dick twitch. This is wrong in so many ways but he doesn't care, especially when his cold hand finds your leg, tracing up to the soft skin of your thigh and groaning when he feels the fabric of your panties. Though he skims over them for now, eager to feel more of you. It’s so easy for him to reach up under that shirt, trailing up over your stomach whilst softly grinding his stiffness into your behind, the knowledge of no bra making precum coat the tip of his cock. 

A cold hand grabs your breast, gently squeezing your flesh before taking your nipple between his fingers and tugging it lightly, it hardens instantly which makes him grin wolfishly. You again stir, arching your back into him, your behind rubbing against his erection. Your body subconsciously leans into the touch so he can’t help but give you what you want, largely because it’s what he needs.

So he shifts position, lifting your leg forwards to gain access to the part of you that was calling for him. He traces over your clothed pussy, brushing over your clit a few times and feeling your body tense with the slight stimulation.  

“Is that what you like, sweetheart huh?” He whispers, his breath spreading goosebumps along your skin, it doesn’t wake you but it’s close to. The throbbing of his cock makes him want you to notice. From there he slides his fingers under the fabric, immediately finding your core slick and gooey, he glides them through your folds, gradually becoming more risky with how he grinds his hips into you. The stimulation makes you moan, your eyes fluttering open and body instinctively trying to pull away, but he holds you firm, his other arms sliding under you to clamp over your mouth, disguising the sounds that tear from your throat. 

He shushes you repeatedly, his voice low in your ear, “Shush, sweetheart. It’s alright.” You’re ravaged by confusion, unable to tell if this was real, the fingers coated in your slick teasing your entrance and rubbing your clit felt achingly so, but how could this happen- it couldn't possibly be happening. 

You groan something into his hand and he briefly pulls it away enough to hear you, prompting you to say it again with a hum. Your brows are knitted as you speak, still trying to pull yourself away from him and the growing feeling building in your core. “...Mr Afton?” He grins into the back of your neck when you say his name like that.

“Yes, lovely.” 

You moan as his fingers find a perfect rhythm on your clit rubbing it vigorously and making the coil in your stomach tighter by the minute. “What… what are you doing?” It’s hard to speak, you’re so shocked that he’s doing this, that you’re living through it right now and that it feels so good. 

He doesn’t answer you, just chuckles into your skin, you aren’t riving away from him anymore but rather grabbing at the quilt now sticking to your sweaty skin, unable to decide if you want all this to stop or if you need him to continue. Your lower stomach is riddled with knots that are just begging to snap, the sensation completely overwhelming. You’re moaning pathetically, causing him to shush you again, you sound so good right now he’s dying to relieve himself somehow and just rubbing against you isn’t enough anymore, not when he knows how sweet and wet you are for him. And just, just as you’re screwing your eyes up ready to slam into your climax he stops, leaving your pussy twitching on the brink of your end. 

“Mr Aftonnn.” You whine, devastated that ecstasy was ripped from your tongue and desperate to feel it again. He moves behind you, pulling down his boxers enough to let his cock out, hissing as he strokes himself. You feel him pressing against your behind, then the stickiness of his precum smearing on your skin. 

“You gonna let me fuck that sweet little pussy?” The sound of his voice is so insanely dirty it has your head spinning, you nod, not remembering that he can’t see you. “Huh?” He prompts again, sliding his cock between your legs, the head notching against your entrance in such a way that it almost makes you jump.  

“Yes. Please.” You manage your voice hazy with tiredness and arousal, he doesn’t wait a moment, pressing himself inside the size of him stretching you to accommodate him. You whimper before he even gets to the hilt, your hands balled up in the sheets. 

He groans, sniggering slightly at how good you feel around him and unable to resist he starts fucking you. It’s an earth-shatteringly slow pace that has his tip pressing flush into your sweet spot, each time feeling like he was stealing the air from your lungs. The bed creaks with the movement, though he only just notices over the pretty sounds you’re making. You can’t help it, your orgasm is raising its head almost immediately and you want it so bad that you’re begging incoherently, grabbing at his hand which has found itself squeezing your breasts. And despite trying to keep the noise down his pace grows faster and more needy, the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking him in becoming more frequent. He’s muttering the dirtiest of things in your ear, mixed in with praise for how good you feel and how well you’re doing.  And it’s too much. Shuddering you hit your climax hard, muscles tensing as your wall clamp down around him and fluttering in the most perfect way. 

He grunts, fucking you more selfishly as your tightness begs him to cum. His pace wavers before he does shoving himself as deep as possible as he bursts inside you, filling you up without thinking. You gasp a little, still reeling from your orgasm but still aware enough to feel the sensation of his cum leaking out of you as he pulls out, leaving your cunt twitching. 

“Such a good girl.” 

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x you #fnaf movie #steve raglan #steve raglan x reader #cw noncon #cw dubcon #cw somnophilia

[solselah]

GODDESS MESSAGE

𓋹

PILE 1 :

𖤓HATHOR𖤓

Omg so immediately she wants to work with you as far as transformation is concerned!!! She can empathize and understand your emotional pain and physical Boundaries !! She sees that in love you have been so fucked over. Especially with the cheating and not being honest & non comital in totality she really wants to help usher in a new person , a new energy for you ! Even if they start as one of your closest friends ! She wants you to be Content and balanced !! She’s also letting you know , that person who fumbled you is definitely getting their just do with karma! And it manifest in a very specific way for this person , I’ll tell you now she is the reason why ! She’s teaching a very strong karmic lesson to this person & my love, to you as well! The twin flame card is here but I’m not feeling that energy at all , I’m more so feeling that this illusion has crumbled to pieces !! You wouldn’t even “care” if they were considered your twin flame honestly the hurt to you Goes way beyond a “dynamic” your over it ! And she can so sense it ! It’s up to you to be truthful and open to her if you are or plan on working with her energy ! Just know it’s a journey & also not everything is rainbow and unicorns with her ! She’s going to reveal to you some real sh*t !

𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹

PILE 2:

𓋹 🐈‍⬛ BASTET 🐈‍⬛ 𓋹

Bastet would like to tell you that there is some spiritual conversations going on in the spiritual realm about you !! She is showing up to help you out with your life’s purpose , giving you the push and encouragement you need to actually put yourself out there !! She intends for you to come into union with your passion! The issue here is that you are totally not willing to fully receive ! She is very strict about this message but in order to walk with her on this journey she would like to take with you , you would have to open up just a bit more ! Like you do your part she will do hers !! She also has some secrets she would love to disclose to you !! I’m talking she can be your spiritual ears when you aren’t around ! She has your back !! You just have to be actually willing !!

𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹

PILE 3:

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ NUT ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

okay so this beautiful goddess sends you intense messages not sure if you have put a name to who is sending these messages but I hope this helps !!

You dream and almost instantly forget once you wake up , she is in charge of taking up that empty space !! I think she is proving to you that parts of you are very closed off like even to the point where it has gotten spiritually silent for you ! That is intentional and will not LAST ! But she moves in complete silence when it comes down to it. She wants you to know YOU ARE SO PROTECTED! Don’t you even dare try to question that ! Like to the point you question her she might let a small mishap happen just so you see her energy LIVE IN ACTION !! She is Very big on lessons with you!! She can see future YOU , and honestly you are going places my friend ! So idk if you would officially decide to work with her but I do know she is there & around ! It’s like she is your encourager someone on the “sideline” for you spiritually!

𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹

PILE 4:

𓍝 MAAT 𓍝

“Give me the energy “

You could be so “bleh” right now like things just don’t seem worth being excited over, for you! She wants to bring you to a grounded space ! It’s obvious you aren’t the same person that you were like last year emotionally ! And she can see you doing better if you were to focus on your emotionally health ! Like she even encourages therapy or a tool that you can utilize to express exactly how you feel ! She also would love to just hear from you ; she can be that for you ! That support.

Although she will tell the truth EVERY TIME! And it may sting real bad , it’s imperative so that you can get up out of this state. It feels good to you right now but she can sense other things that you may not be able to at the moment. So she’s here to ground you , help put your feet on solid ground!!! I also see incense she may want you to burn some for her !! Also I’m getting heavy Aquarius energy along with Uranus energy !! She is highlighting a spiritual cleanse you may need to do !!

𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹𓋹

Hope you enjoy ❤️

IG:@soleccentric

#pick a picture #pac reading #pick a card #spirituality #tarot reading #tarotdaily #connection #pick a pile #culture #love #ancient egypt #channeled message #oracle cards #pick an image #pick a photo #hathor #bastet #maat #tarotcommunity #tarot

[spidernuggets]

Hi hope you’re having a good/night can you do a Jason Todd x detective fem reader. She meets Jason , but she meets him when he’s red hood at a crime scene.

Jason Todd x FemDetective!Reader

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building."

"Christ, another one?" One of your coworkers said as the limp, dead body was zipped up into a body, and evidence collected and put away.

You shrug a shoulder, writing down in your notepad a list of suspects and witnesses involved in this new murder, which was also linked to other recent killings.

"Adam Matthews." You state the victim's name.

"Drug dealer?" Your coworker asks, looking at the substance that Matthews had on his person being bagged for evidence.

"Mm. He was a cook for a drug dealer who tested on homeless kids or orphans. But Matthews was also known for being an accessory for other murders, kidnappings, and was guilty for sexual assaults," you state, sighing, putting your notebook away.

Your coworker fell shocked. "How the fuck is he not locked up?!" He yells.

"Links with richies," you scoff. "Well, he's dead now. His long, overdue debt it now paid." You always believed these kinds of people never deserved a second chance. All the previous murder victims were similar to Adam Matthews. So, others may call you crazy, but you were thankful for this anonymous killer going out of their way, killing scumbags like Matthews.

"I'm going to scout around the area, Parks," you told your coworker as he nodded and went to discuss with the other officers around the area.

You shone your flashlight around the narrow alleys, searching for any clues or evidence you could use to help solve the crime and catch the murderer. Or in your eyes an anti-hero.

Just as you were about to turn around and return to the scene, you heard grunts and strings of profanity coming from behind one of the dumpsters.

Your hand hovered over your gun in your hip holster, walking towards the sounds.

You swiftly turned to see the source, hand on the handle of the gun, and saw a certain, outlawed vigilante leaning on the dumpster, holding his arm, his body stained with blood.

His helmet lay in between his legs, his domino mask remaining on his face.

"What the fu- Red Hood??" You exclaim.

"You mind?" He groans, holding his hand out, trying to avoid the flash shining in his eyes.

"Shit, sorry," you reoly, turning it off and placing it on your utility belt. Your head tilted to the side, seeing that Red Hood was struggling to wrap his arm up. "It's loose," you say, referring to the bandage- or rag that he was tying around his bicep.

"Wow, really? Didn't- fuck- didn't notice," he says, cursing once more when the bandage fell down.

You roll your eyes, crouching beside his and taking the bandage from his, unwrapping his arm and rewrapping it tighter as it should be.

"So you're the guy that's making my paperwork pile up higher than the Empire State Building." You mutter, tying the bandage to stay in place.

"Sorry, little cop lady. Just doing my job." He hisses.

"It's little detrctice lady to you. And I'd appreciate it if you made your little killing sprees a little more discreet. Eventually, the actual cops are gonna catch your ass," you snicker, getting up.

"As if I let them." He bites back.

"L/n. Where are you?" Parks says through your walkie. "Did you find anything?"

Red Hood gets up, putting his helmet back on, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You click on the button to reply. "No. Nothing here. Coming back now."

The white glowing eyes pierce through yours as Red Hood chuckles. "Hiding a criminal? Haven't taken a look through the law book in a while, but isn't that illegal?" You couldn't see it, but Red Hood grinned, amised at this new encounter.

You shrugged. "I'm only doing this because I know I can't stop you, even if I wanted to. Besides. If these ass rat criminals kept scurrying around, the papaerwork would be much more than you're making." You smirk.

He laughs. "So you're saying you don't want to stop me?" He crosses his arms.

"Have a good night, Mr. Hood." You bid him goodbye, walking back to the crime scene.

"And to you too, little detective lady," he says, quietly hoping to run into again after he puts lead into the head of his next target.

"Jeez, I thought you died or something. You were gone for a while, are you sure you didn't find anything?" Parks quickly asks you.

You quickly wipe away the blood on your palms from Red Hood's wound onto your black jeans. "Save the interrogation for the suspects, Parks. Nothing there but dead rats and graffiti."

You walk off, almost missing the shine of a red helmet running off on the roof of a building in the distance as you smirk to yourself, also secretly hoping Red Hood would cause another casualty to meet him again.

Parks was about to walk off, too, almost missing the tiniest splotch of red on your white shirt as he raised an eyebrow.

I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE IT SO SHORT!!!

I didn't want to leave this ask in my inbox for too long and forget about it 😭😭

BUTTTT if you or anyone else wants!!! I can make a part 2 where Reader and Red Hood begin a constant meetup after every death Red Hood causes (only to those criminals who deserve it, obvi). And Parks becomes suspicious of Reader and threatens her or that Reader's job is put on the line!!!!

I was going to add this idea in, but I'm really bad at making long fics cuz I always wanna get it over and done with and I'm so impatient 😭

HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT ANYWAYS 🙏🙏

#mickeysideas #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #jason todd is my life #titans jason todd #red hood x reader #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd titans #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd ff #jason todd fluff #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #red hood x female reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #red hood fluff #red hood fic #red hood fanfiction #red hood angst #red hood jason todd

[somekindofpoet]

Nevermore Grounds - Second Dates

Summary: R and Jenna go on their second date, Raven is a menace to society

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Language 

A/N: As promised, here's part 2!

Part I

“Are you going to pay me overtime for picking up your slack this week, or are you gonna put your phone down and help me?”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you wave Raven off from the couch. 

“Your girlfriend can stand to wait five minutes,” Raven whines, glancing at the clock.

“She’s not my girlfriend Ray.”

“Ummm bro. I literally watched you hurdle an armchair and trip over your shoelaces trying to get to your phone yesterday.” 

You shrug, “It could have been my utility collector. Bills are important, Raven.”

Raven rolls her eyes and throws a rag at you, “I mean this with all due respect as your friend, but be for real right now. You’ve been grinning at your phone like an absolute psychopath.”

You sigh and drop your phone, fixing your face. You definitely hadn’t been smiling at the message on your screen. Not even a little bit. The rag she’d thrown had fallen short, landing on the back of the couch. You stand and grab it, making your way to the bar to help her clean up for closing. She comes around the bar with the mop and starts to clean around you. You absently wipe down the bar top, eyeing the mop bucket warily, unwilling to chance getting close to it after its brutal attack on you a week ago. 

Your phone vibrates on the table in front of the couch, and you pause, glancing over at it.

“Don’t you dare.” Raven says without looking up from her work.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t going to!”

“Is she coming back to the shop any time soon?” 

You take a deep breath and puff your cheeks out, exhaling heavily, “She’s pretty busy. I don’t even know if she leaves the set much.”

Raven stops her mopping and turns to you, resting her arms on the handle, “She works a lot y/n, like she might be a genuine workaholic.”

You make your way around the bar and begin stacking the dishwasher with mugs and plates, nodding along to Raven's voice.

“We have that in common.”

“What’re you gonna do when she goes back to LA?”

You wince and falter with the mug in your hands, “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Uh huh,” Raven nods and returns to mopping, “And I don’t think about marrying Harry Styles on a daily basis either.”

“It’s not that serious Ray,” you tell her, closing the dishwasher, “but it feels good, and I’m enjoying myself. Can that be enough for now?”

Your phone vibrates again, catching your attention. You ignore it, if only to avoid being chided again. 

Raven shrugs, her back turned to you as she continues to cover the floor in suds, “Of course, it can. I just worry about you, is all.”

You stand up straight, a smile stretched across your face, “Awwwh, is this where we hug, and you tell me you love me and no one is good enough for me?”

She snorts and turns back toward you, walking the mop back to the bucket, “You wish, babe. As much as it pains me, I just don’t see what you see in the fairer sex.”

“Your loss,” you reply, popping the cash register open to close out for the day.

It had been a running joke between the two of you that you were secretly in love with each other after Raven’s ex accused you of turning her against him. Reality couldn’t be further from that. You loved her dearly, but she was your best friend and basically your sister at this point. 

Your phone vibrates again, and you frown over at it. You and Jenna had been texting nonstop since your impromptu date a week ago, but it was rare she’d text you three times in a row without you responding. You throw the dish rag over your shoulder and look over at Raven. She’s busy dumping the water out of the mop bucket, so you think you’re clear to check the phone without being nagged. You tiptoe over to it and tap the screen, seeing Jenna’s name there. Just as you pick the phone up to unlock it, the bells at your front door chime.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” you say, not looking up from your phone.

“If you read your texts, you’d already be closed and changed.” 

The smile that lights up your face would be embarrassing if you had the capacity to care. You turn, beaming, and the butterflies are back in your stomach, seeing Jenna leaning against the bar. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing her in your space. She’s stunning as usual, wearing a white collared shirt and red vest, a green tie popping out under it. 

You eye her from your vantage point, and she smirks at you, “Are you going in that?” She gestures to your work clothes.

A confused frown replaces your smile. You look down at your black polo, then back to her, “Going where?”

She tilts her head at you, “We’re going on a date.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh.” You feel like an idiot, unable to come up with anything else to say. 

She raises her eyebrows at you, trying to get you moving again, “So you’re ready then?”

Your brain is still trying to catch up, still processing how good she looks in a tie and the fact that she’s there at all. You shake your head from side to side slowly. Just then, Raven begins belting out the lyrics to Its All Coming Back to Me Now from the supply closet, and you slap your hand over your face. Jenna’s face turns from mildly impatient to absolutely amused, turning her head toward the closet. Raven reappears, still serenading what she believes is an empty coffee shop, and rounds the bar at the crescendo, her arms in the air.

“BABY BABY BABY WHEN YOU-oh shit!” She skids to a halt when she sees Jenna and stumbles backward.

“Did I interrupt something?” Jenna asks, trying hard not to laugh.

You watch as Raven cycles through emotions and settles on being a smartass. She grins, places one hand over her heart, and reaches the other out toward Jenna.

“When you touch me like this,” she spins around, “when you hold me like that,” takes a few steps toward Jenna, “it was gone with the wind, but it’s all coming back to me!”

You’re not sure if you should be mortified or rolling on the floor. When Jenna reaches out and takes Raven’s hand to spin under her arm, you decide laughing is the answer. Raven continues to butcher the song, but the sound of Jenna laughing and watching her dance with your idiot of a best friend makes it worth it. When they stop, she’s panting and laughing even harder. Raven walks over to you and punches your shoulder, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

“And that, is how you woo the ladies y/n. You should thank your lucky stars she’s not my type.”

You shove her playfully, then wrap your arm around her shoulders. Jenna is shaking her head at the two of you, still recovering from the laughing fit Raven had brought on. 

She waves at you, “Seriously though, go get changed. We have reservations we have to get to.”

Raven perks up, “Oooh should I wear a dress?”

You pull her into a chokehold with your arm around her head, bending her over. You glance up at Jenna and shrug, then release Raven and shove her to the side. She laughs as she stumbles off to grab her things to head out for the night. 

“Sorry about that one, I’ve been trying to house-train her for years, but she just never quite picked up on it.” 

Jenna chuckles, “I like her. Almost as much as I like you. Be careful, she might move up a spot if we’re late.”

You hold up a finger, “Give me a minute, I’ll make you eat your words. Make yourself comfortable.” 

You don’t wait to hear her reply and turn on your heel, ripping the door to the stairs open and bounding up them two at a time to go change. You choose a sheer green button up over a black bra and a pair of pleated khaki pants, evaluating yourself in the mirror. The Dr. Martens were a staple, and you decide it should be good enough to make Jenna reconsider her statement about Raven.

When you reenter the coffee shop, you’re proven correct. Jenna shoots out of the armchair the second she sees you, her eyes trailing over you. Even from the other side of the room, you can see the blush rise over her cheeks, and you smirk. Mission accomplished. 

You open your arms out and spin, “Eh? Words tasting good yet?”

Jenna blinks a few times and gulps, “Okay, you’re right. I like you more than Raven.”

You hold out your arm for her to take, and she does, making your ego soar through the roof. If this continued, your head wouldn’t fit through doorways anymore you’d be so full of yourself. You escort Jenna out of the shop and lock the door behind you, following her to the waiting town car when you’re done. Phil is holding the door open, smiling like a proud dad when you both slide into the back seat. He closes it and sits up front, with Billy behind the wheel.

“So, where we headed?” You ask Jenna, turning to look out the window.

“It’s a surprise,” she says, resting her hand on your knee.

You freeze and slowly turn to look at her hand. Your heart is pounding so hard you’re worried she might hear it. Your eyes make their way from her fingertips all the way up to her eyes. The looks she’s giving you sends your already pounding heart into overdrive. If she couldn’t hear it before, she’d have to be deaf not to hear it now. 

You gulp, “I don’t know if you can surprise me in my own city,” your voice is cracked and shaky like a teenage boy’s.

Jenna smirks, “We’ll see.”

——

When the car pulls into Hudson Yards, you already know where you’re headed. The Edge. You grant Jenna the win on this one. You’d never made the time to go up to the clear glass observation deck. You saw the building often and could see the crowds of people that were usually up there, overlooking the city, but this evening the deck was empty. You gaze up at the bottom of it when you climb out of the car, shading your eyes with your hand. 

“I’ve never seen it empty before,” you mumble, more of a comment to yourself than to Jenna. 

She slides her hand into yours, a satisfied smile on her face, and pulls you toward the entrance. “That’s not even the best part, come on.”

Her excitement is palpable and infectious. You can’t wipe the goofy smile from your face as you stumble along behind her. The elevator ride is like a ticking time bomb of nervous anticipation, you sneaking glances over at her and her catching you with a smirk. The bodyguards hadn’t ridden with you, but you write it off as a capacity issue. 

You expect a line when the elevator doors open, but the lobby is abandoned. You blink hard a few times, unable to believe the place is empty. Nowhere in the city is ever empty. There are always people rushing by, tourists in the way, and kids running and screaming. But the only thing you can hear is Jenna’s heels on the marble floors and La Vie En Rose tinkling through the speakers in the room. You stop and turn to Jenna, absolutely in awe.

“You closed the place down.”

“For a few hours,” she shrugs and tries to keep walking, but you grab her by the elbow and pull her back.

“You closed the edge. For a date. With me?”

Her brow creases in confusion, “Do you not like heights? I should have asked-“

You cut her off and pull her into your arms, kissing her. She melts into it almost immediately, her smile making it hard to keep kissing her. 

“This is incredible, Jenna,” you say, leaning back.

“You haven’t even seen the best part yet,” she pulls herself from your grip and retakes your hand.

You follow along behind her, your brain fuzzy and warm. You think just being with her is the best part. The car ride over could have been the whole date, and you would have been thrilled. But this girl went all the way and rented out the entire observation deck for a date. You couldn’t believe your luck. As she pulls you outside onto the empty deck, you can see a small table set up in the middle of the clear triangle floor. Your jaw drops. There’s a bucket with champagne and two flutes waiting for you. Jenna pulls the chair out, motioning for you to sit down, then sits in her own chair across from you.

You look down between your feet, and you can see the city below you, busy and bustling as usual, ignorant to the fact that you were having your mind blown. A loud pop catches your attention, and you look up to see Jenna with a cork in one hand, a fizzing bottle in the other. She pours you a glass and takes one for herself. 

You take a sip, point at her, “You know damn well I can’t top this date.”

She shrugs, “It’s not a competition. Your date was amazing, and you did that with zero effort. I figured the least I could do was show you something you’d never seen in a city full of things you know so well.”

You grin over your glass, “Raven.”

She laughs and nods, “Raven was a great help.”

A waiter comes out to the deck, and you can't help but be impressed. She really went all out. He takes your orders and heads back inside, leaving you alone to admire the view. The sun was beginning to set, washing the city in a warm orange glow. It was a place you knew like the back of your hand, but you’d never seen it like this. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t more than a backdrop because you were focused on her. The way she drank her champagne, how she tucked her hair behind her ears, bit her lip, how her mouth moved when she talked. You were in a trance, engrossed in everything about her. 

“So filming wraps soon,” Jenna says between bites of food, eyeing you for a reaction.

You grimace at the topic, afraid of what it means for you. “How do you feel about it?” 

“I’m happy to get a break, even if it’s a short one. But it means I have to go back to LA.”

You nod, staring at your plate, “Jet setting already huh?”

She sighs, “That’s my life. But I do have some good news.”

You look up, intrigued, “oh?”

“I got an apartment.”

You frown, “Don’t you have a house?”

“I got an apartment here, in Manhattan.”

You drop your fork halfway to your mouth, the clattering on the plate making you wince. She raises an eyebrow at you, trying to gauge your reaction.

“So you’re staying in New York?”

She screws up her mouth, frowning at her own plate, “No. Not right now. I have too much work. But I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You want to talk to me about work?” You leave your fork on your plate, you’re afraid if you pick it up, she’ll say something to make you drop it again.

She laughs and shakes her head no, “I want to talk to you about this,” she gestures between the two of you, “and how to make it work. Because I really like you, and I’d like to keep doing this.”

You’re grateful you’d left the fork because you probably would have choked on it hearing those words. The most perfect words coming from her.

“I’d like to keep doing you too,” you say, and immediately want to catch the words in the air as they left your mouth, “THIS. I mean this. I want to keep doing this. Shit, I’m going to stop talking now.”

Jenna snorts, nearly shooting champagne through her nose. She covers her mouth and nose with one hand, gulping and coughing. Tears are forming in her eyes as her coughing turns into laughter, and it’s contagious. Before you know it, you’re both howling, the sound carrying out over the balcony and fading off in the sunset. 

“Please,” Jenna says between breaths, “please go on.”

“My mouth cannot be trusted.” You say, your eyes watering, giggles still shaking you.

Jenna snorts again, and you decide you’re willing to make an absolute fool of yourself as long as it makes her laugh like this.  You sit back and grin like a fool, watching her compose herself. The waiter clears your plates, smiling politely and reminding you of your limited time. When he leaves the table and you’ve both finally regained a scrap of composure, you return to the conversation.

“What I was trying to say,” you say, a small laugh slipping by your lips, “is that I would like to keep doing this with you. So, tell me what that looks like.”

Jenna leans back in her chair, scratching her chin, “Well I work a lot.”

“I do too.” You interject.

She nods, “We work a lot. So time is going to be a thing for us I think.”

You shrug and sip another glass of champagne, your body warm as it bubbles in your throat. “So we make the best of it when we have it.”

“And then there’s the issue of location.” 

You don’t have an answer for this, so you stay quiet, hoping she offers a solution. After a beat, she perks up, her eyes bright.

“Have you thought about expanding?”

“Oh I don’t know, I think I like my size just fine.” You shoot back, unable to help yourself.

She rolls her eyes, “You know what I mean. Your shop would do well in LA.”

You tap your ring against your glass, milling the idea over. You hadn’t considered it, because you’d never even thought about leaving Brooklyn. It was your home, and your favorite place in the world. 

“I mean, I’ve never thought about it. If I did open in LA, I wouldn’t stay there. I love New York.”

“Oh no,” she shakes her head and holds a hand out at you, “no I didn’t mean for you to move there. Only that if you had a shop there, you could, you know, visit. For extended amounts of time.”

You set your glass on the table and lean forward, “Ms. Ortega, are you growing attached?”

She waves her hand at you, brushing you off, “Don’t be so smug. I like your company.”

“Then I’ll consider it.”

“You will?”

“Are you surprised?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

You shake your head at her, making her frown. She had no idea that if she asked you to jump off this building at this very moment, you’d consider it. You would not do it. But for a second, you’d consider it. You’re not going to tell her that though, because that is an insane idea for someone you’d only known for two weeks. But already, she’s beginning to feel like home. You feel at ease around her, a feeling few people have you. And you very much enjoy kissing her, so that’s a spur in your ribs as well. If Raven could see you now, she’d probably slap you upside the head. But Raven isn’t here, and Jenna’s eyes are wide and hopeful, and you’re considering jumping off a building she hadn’t asked you to jump off of. 

She stands and holds out her hand to you, helping you out of your chair. The champagne has gone to your head, making you feel as bubbly and as golden as the liquid itself. 

“Let’s get you home before Raven tries to hunt me down.” 

——

Jenna comes into the shop every evening of the last week she’s in the city. Raven comes in on her off days to crash your little dates in the corner, but neither of you minds. You’re glad Raven likes her, or you may have to second-guess your commitment to this new relationship. Your latte art gets dramatically better with you prepping Jenna’s drinks every day, and the smile or laugh you earn from them makes the hours toiling away over practicing them worth it. The day Jenna leaves is harder than you expect. You’ve grown comfortable in your new routine. She promises she’ll be back to visit as soon as she can, kisses you briefly, and then she’s gone. 

The day after she’s gone, you’re pouting on the couch. You hate to admit that you miss the sound of her laugh or seeing her speed reading your favorite books in front of the fire. Even Raven is a little less perky, eyeing the table where Billy and Phil always sat. 

When the shop empties, she comes to the couch and sits next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. “It’s kinda lame without her here now, huh?”

You lean your head over to rest on hers and sigh, “I’ll never admit that.”

Raven wraps her arm around your waist and squeezes you, “That’s okay. We’ll get back to normal.”

The bell at your front door chimes, and without looking up, you both say, “Sorry, we’re closed.”

The person clears their throat, and you can hear heavy footsteps approaching you. Raven sits up, and you both turn to look at the stranger. It’s a heavyset man in a suit two times too big for him, sweat beading at his balding head. He smiles warmly at you and offers his hand to shake. You get off the couch and take his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Earl.”

You shake his hand, clammy in yours, “Uh, nice to meet you, Earl. I hate to do this to ya, but the coffee is all put up.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Oh no, I’m here on business.”

You tilt your head, frowning, “What kind of business?”

He points at the armchair to the left of the couch, “May I?”

You glance at the chair. It’s the one Jenna curled up in the first night she was there. As much as you want that image to remain, you nod and gesture toward it, “Of course.”

He settles into the chair and pulls a folder from his satchel, laying it on the coffee table. His polka dot tie and comfortable demeanor are oddly heartwarming, and you settle into the couch across from him, curious about why he’s there. He pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and lays it on the table before looking back up at you.

“I’m here to help you with your expansion if you want it. But before we talk business,” he pats his coat and pulls an envelope from an inner pocket, “I’m supposed to give this to you.”

You reach out and take the envelope, turning your head to Raven. Her confusion mirrors your own, and she shrugs. You look down and open it. There are two plane tickets tucked inside a letter.

“Read the letter first,” Earl tells you, pushing his glasses up his nose. 

You unfold it, perfectly neat handwriting covers the page. Your eyes scan the paper, and a grin breaks out across your face.

“What’s it say?” Raven asks, reaching for it.

You hold it out of her reach, “It’s from Jenna.”

“Oh now I HAVE to see it.” Raven snatches it from you and stands up, rounding the couch to escape your retaliation. 

She gasps, “We’re expanding to LA?”

“It looks that way.” You grin at her, your arm on the back of the couch.

Raven's eyes are wide as she finishes the letter. When she’s done, she neatly folds it, sits back on the couch, and hands it over to you.

“Y/n. I think I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

You shove her shoulder with yours, “Too bad I don’t like to share.”

Earl is patiently waiting, his hands resting on his knees and a polite smile on his rosy cheeks, “So, would you like me to stay to go over the details with you then?”

“Uh, duh!” Raven barks before you can answer.

You elbow her in the ribs and look back to Earl, “I’m sorry for her. She’s not house trained. Yes, sir, let’s talk.”

——

Earl had given you all the details you needed about your potential new space in Hollywood, going over the finances and location and your original business plan. After a few hours, he bid his goodbye, and everything was set in motion. The two plane tickets were for you and Raven to travel out to LA in a week to check out the new location, sort out the final details and begin your planning. You set up a schedule for your employees to cover the shop while you’re out.

Raven is so excited she’s nearly unbearable, babbling about Hollywood and the beach and celebrities she was going to force Jenna to introduce her to. The week went by in a blur, and before you knew it, your bags were packed, and you were climbing into an Uber on your way to the airport. JFK is a nightmare, as always, but you make your way through security and onto the plane after a few hours. Over the six-hour flight, Raven keeps you more entertained than the screen in the back of your seat. She’s inhaled as many bread rolls as the flight attendants would allow and finally passed out on your shoulder.

When the plane lands, you expect to find a chauffeur holding a card with your name on it. You drag Raven behind you, searching for the names on the signs, but you’re at a loss. Until you see a lumbering frame a few yards away and a bald head, you’d recognize anywhere. Raven spots him at the same time as you and squeals.

“Billy!” She yells, jumping up and waving her arms.

You laugh, watching him smile in genuine amusement at her. He comes over and wraps her in a hug, patting you on top of the head with his free hand.  

“Ladies, if you’ll follow me, your car is waiting.”

You make your way through the labyrinth of an airport, following Billy through signs that mark the parking area as private. The crowds thin as access is restricted, and he finally leads you out into the warm California sunshine. You round the corner, and you can see Jenna, her arms crossed, leaning against the car. She pushes herself off with a smile when she sees you and hugs Raven first. When she’s released from her death grip, she turns to you, her eyes bright and excited.

“Y/n, how do you handle the sun?”

You pull her into a hug without answering, only pulling back from her to give her a quick kiss. “With a mountain of sunblock.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x fem!reader

[cienie-isengardu]

Cienie's Star Wars sidenotes

While doing research and writing down the last pieces of Funeral Rites of the Clone Troopers, it became even more clear how The Clone Wars animated TV series did a great disservice to Jedi, especially in the context of medical care for clones.

TCW has clone medics, both as part of combat units (e.g. Kix from 501st Legion) and working apparently in the medcentre as sometimes was presented on the screen.

The role of doctors treating wounded troopers was given to Kaminoans (Nala Se) and droids and sure, those two groups were part of the whole GAR’s medical system in the Legends too. However Jedi Healers (doctors), as far as I remember, were seen treating mainly other Jedi like Yoda

and even then TCW barely paid attention to force healing as an important skill. 

The research about medical care for clones gives a pretty drastic idea of what was happening during and after battle which is understandable why the show destined for younger viewers didn’t go into full details about triage of wounded but considering how many dark themes were put in the same show, I dare to say not showing medical care provided by Jedi or common Republic doctors and nurses (who btw are a rare example of republic citizens conscripted into army during the war) actually is unfair. The show reduced one very important aspect of Jedi - they weren’t just generals and commanders either sending or leading troops into battle, they also provided medical help, whether they were specifically trained at healing or not. 

In Legends, we could see Jedi Healers assisting the army on various occassions, working in triage area like in Republic comics series:

The triage unit, where Jedi healers labor to save the lives of the wounded, was set up safely behind the line of battle. But as the fortunes of war shift, so do the battlelines.

and worrying first about wounded even in the face of serious danger

Master Saa! We’re cut off! There’s no way to get the wounded out!

and searching for survivors

Master Saa is hurt! She pulled the trees on top of us for protection...

and working in hospitals

Follow me Skywalker. We have much healing to do. The Jedi sickbay, where we treat the most severe injuries. And our own, of course. Master Offee has saved countless lives. She seldom leaves her post to rest. But we all work long hours.

Not to mention the whole Medstar duology dedicated to padawan Bariss Offee, doctors and nurses serving in Republic mobile hospitals close to frontine - and yes, forever I’m gonna be bitter about how TCW/New Canon treated the most iconic Jedi Healer.

(The cover art for Medstar: Jedi Healer by Dave Seeley)

When padawan Skywalker arrived at New Holstice with his troops, he was immedialy called to assist in the nearest sickbay

“Are you injured, master Jedi?”

“Not really, no.”

“Good. You can make yourself useful by heading to the nearest sickbay. We need all the Jedi healers we can get...”

and for context, this is Anakin two days after after Jabiim, one of the worst war campaigns Republic experienced so far, the solely survivor of Jedi Pack traumatized both by the loss of his comrades and what happened on the planet and forced to make a devastating choice is literally told to get at work ASAP because every Jedi in between assignment was working here hard to heal the most wounded..

Though no healer himself, Anakin even force-healed injured trooper on battlefield to stop him going into shock:

Supporting the commando trooper with his left arm, Anakin warded off blaster bolts on the run. The rest of Squad Seven supplied cover, blowing STAPs out the sky with uninterrupted fire. Cody motioned everyone into a shallow irrigation trench just short of the mound. By the time Obi-Wan arrived, the troopers were deployed in a circle, and continuing to pour fire into the sky. Anakin slid into the trench a moment later, lowering the commando gently to the muddy slope. Squad Seven’s medical specialist crawled over, removing the commando’s ravaged utility belt and deeply dented helmet.  [...]

The harvester’s pincers had crushed the armor into the commando’s abdomen. His skin was intact, but the bruising was severe. With only half the original army of 1.2 million in fighting shape, the life of every clone was vital. Blood and replacement organs - - what the regular troopers referred to as “spare parts” - - were readily available - - “easily requisitioned” - - but with the war reaching a crescendo, battlefield casualties were on the rise and treated as high priority.

“Not much I can do for him here,” the medspec told Anakin. “Maybe if we can get an FX-Seven air-dropped - - ”

“We don’t need a droid,” Anakin interrupted. Kneeling, he placed his hands on the injured commando’s abdomen and used a Jedi healing technique to keep the clone from going into deep shock. [Labyrinth Of Evil]

(and included request for evacuation of the wounded trooper when Cody called for artillery support)

In Republic comics series alone we could see Jedi showing concern for the wounded troopers at various moments, putting their well-being as priority:

or helping (healing) wounded enemies:

And I won't lie, it is frustrating how Legends, especially Republic comics series that had around 40 issues put so much pressure on Jedi Force healing and how Jedi care for wounded troopers while The Clone Wars (New Canon) that lasted for decade or so kinda ignored the issue? Which is unfair to Jedi and clones alike. The first are presented as less caring, at times indifferent? the latter deserved to have all the available medical help, not just Kaminoans and droids.

#star wars #jedi #jedi healers #clone troopers #legends vs new canon #anakin skywalker #luminara unduli #bariss offee #aayla secura #mace windu #i wil be bitter forever for how tcw treated bariss offee #i demand new canon to bring back the jedi force healing their troopers and wounded in general

[zoeykallus]

Ello Zoey!! 👋

Sorry if this is too much or not,

Can I request some HCs of the bad batch’s fem! s/o being clumsy. They always see y/n trip, and sometimes catch her by the back of her shirt, to make sure she doesn’t fall.

Aloha!

Sounds kinda cute, let me give it a try 😁

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

Fluff/Fun

________

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

________

>Master List<

________

Hunter

His senses, his perception, are always alert and very attentive around you. Actually, you are not that long together yet, but nevertheless, you can no longer count on your fingers how many times he has already saved you from injuries and greater damage. Be it tripping at an inopportune moment, dropping dangerous objects or accidentally leaning against unsafe/dangerous objects. Of course, he can't be around you 24/7, so he frequently tends to minor wounds you accidentally inflict on yourself, like cuts while cooking, or minor burns and bruises. Hunter, meanwhile, has developed yet another sense, another antenna, that is solely concerned with you. Whenever he's near you, his neural pathways buzz as soon as you trip, falter, or drop something, and he's on the spot in a flash. Luckily for you, he likes to do that and even if he sighs more often or breathes a sigh of relief when he can prevent the worst from happening, he'll never complain. "I got you, darling"

Echo

He sighs as he grabs you in the back of your jacket and pulls you back, keeping you from falling off the ramp. "Sometimes you scare me Love, one of these days you're going to fall when I'm not around and crack your skull or something," he says grumbling. You smile crookedly and say, "I'm trying not to do that." "So far you're not doing very well," Echo says, kissing your cheek. Tending to minor cuts, bruises and the like on you are already routine for Echo, as is the quick grab to keep you from falling. His reflexes and senses can't keep up with Hunter, but he's not too far off either. In any case, around him, it's extremely rare for anything to happen to you, despite your clumsiness. He is constantly worried and expresses it, but at the same time he is tireless in protecting you, sometimes even from yourself.

Wrecker

You are lying on the floor. Somehow you tripped over something, maybe even your own feet, hit your head and went down unconscious. "Hey, sweetie, you okay?" You open your eyes and look up into Wrecker's face, which hovers over you with concern. The next moment, you're carefully picked up by two strong hands and set down on one of the bunks. You blink and say, "Yeah, I think so, fell and hit my head". Wrecker raises his eyebrows. "Again? Now that's what I'm starting to worry about," Wrecker says as he carefully examines your head. He finds a bump, but no open wound. "Maybe Tech or Echo should do a scan, just in case," he says seriously. Wrecker always keeps an eye on you when you're around him, and his strong hand keeps providing protection and safety, but you keep managing to accidentally hurt yourself. "I have a headache," you say softly, rubbing the bump gently. Wrecker kisses your forehead and says, "I'm not surprised, but don't worry, sweetie, we'll take care of it." Wrecker is very patient and a total softie when it comes to you.

Tech

He is engrossed in his Holopad, eagerly calculating a few things to follow up on one of his hunches, when he hears a small noise, accompanied by a surprised little exclamation, followed by a slightly louder rumble. He blinks. Lowers the holopad and finally sighs softly. "My love?" He hears your voice from the hallway, "Um, yeah, over here. Could you maybe help me out for a second?" Tech hastily puts the holopad aside, stands up and walks into the hallway. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees that you've managed to stumble into the utility closet and got tangled up in Hunter's fishing gear. Tech says dryly, "My dear, you really do have a special talent." You sigh, "Don't joke around now please honey, just help me instead". Tech shakes his head but comes closer and starts untangling you from fishing line and other items and finally pulls you out of the chamber. "I really can't let you out of my sight," he says gently and at the same time reprovingly. You shrug your shoulders and reply meekly, "I'm really not doing this on purpose, Tech." "It's okay," he says with a smile, kissing your cheek, fishing a plastic bait out of your hair, and adding, "I'm just glad you're usually lucky enough to avoid major injury."

Crosshair

He hears a clang, then a rumble. "Let me guess, you're home again, honey?" he asks dryly without looking up. You say just as dryly, "No, I'm a burglar". With a sigh, Crosshair gets up from his chair and walks into the kitchen. You've managed to knock over a vase and an end table, tearing your pantyhose in the process. "A pretty talentless burglar," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to your feet, "Did you hurt yourself?" You shake your head and sigh. "No, I don't think so." Crosshair crouches down and looks at your leg, just a run in the tights, no scrapes in the skin underneath. He stands back up, kisses your cheek, maneuvers you around the debris, and finally picks up the pieces. Crosshair usually counters your clumsiness in his own way with jokes and sarcasm, but always watches out for you, and takes care of your wounds and the property damage you cause. He grumbles now and then, but he is much more patient and caring than he sometimes pretends to be.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@allsystemsblue

@palliateclaw

@either-madness-or-brilliance

@ortizshinkaroff

@andy-solo1

@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

@greaser-wolf

@extrahotpixels

@hated-by-me

@hunterxcrosshair

@malicemercy

@bebopsworld

@echos-girlfriend

@cpnt616

@dangraccoon

@jediknightjana

@pb-jellybeans

@antishadow2021

@sleepycreativewriter

@projectdreamwalker

@1vlouds

#star wars #tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #sw tbb #tech #crosshair #tbb tech #bad batch tech #hunter #wrecker #echo #bad batch echo #echo x reader #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #sfw #tbb headcanons #star wars headcanons #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #star wars x reader #clones x reader

[danikamariewrites]

Nessian x reader

A/n: This is my first commission piece! I'm so happy with how this turned out. Thank you @dreamlandreader I'm so happy you like it 😊

Word Count: 3,223 words

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, fluff

Joining the Night Court as an emissary for the Winter Court has been a dream come true. Besides your home, Winter was your favorite place in all of Prythian. Their politics and history fascinated you, making you work your ass off in school so you could be the best of the best at court relations.

Feyre and Mor had been the ones that found you. Originally you were working for the governor of the Palace of Bone and Salt. The fact that you were being under utilized made Feyre pay you a visit, delivering a much better job offer.

Since you started you finally got your own apartment in a nicer part of the city, and you have been much happier going to work. Yes, it’s a bigger work load but you love keeping busy.

You also adored the Inner Circle. The High Lord and his family embraced you, not hesitating to treat you as one of their own. Especially Nesta.

The two of you clicked right away, becoming instant best friends. And of course she’s a package deal with Cassian.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to them as the months went on. Nesta had invited you to train with the Valkyries after working for the court for only two weeks, where you became very close. The small touches as she adjusted your stance mixed with Cassian’s praise never failed to make your face heat. It was odd, having a crush on a mated couple.

Finally, after a year of casual hangouts and staying late at the House of Wind enjoying their company, Nesta asked you out to dinner. “Nothing super fancy, unless you want fancy then we can go somewhere really nice or we can-” You cut off Nesta’s rambling by taking her hands in yours. “Anywhere you want to go, I’ll be happy Nes.”

Her smile brightened after that. Before leaving you to go make plans she bent down and softly kissed your cheek, whispering, “Until tonight.”

Seven o’clock came faster than you anticipated. Nesta knocked on your bedroom door just as you were putting the last clip in your hair. Opening the door you found a radiant looking Nesta. She was wearing a beautiful long black velvet gown. A slit up the skirt that showed off her toned thigh and a wide strap that hung off her shoulder.

“Wow,” You gasped out. You swear you saw Nesta blush as she quickly looked down. As she looks back at you her eyes roam your body. Drinking in every single one of your features. “You look stunning.” She whispers out, holding her arm out for you to link with hers. Taking it with a wide smile, she leads you down the hall and out your apartment.

Once you’re taken to your spot in the middle of the restaraunt Nesta pulls out your chair for you, pushing you close to the linen covered table. “Thank you.” You said sweetly, smiling up at her. She leans down to place a kiss on your forehead before taking her own seat. The kiss made your cheeks turn pink. It felt different than the one Nesta placed on your cheek earlier today. You could tell this one was meant to be felt. To be full of warmth and convey care.

Three courses and a very expensive bottle of wine later, you and Nesta were full and giggly. As your laughter died down she braced her forearms on the table, leaning closer to you. A giddy smile pulling at your lips you copy her. Your noses almost touching. “I have something to confess.” Nesta says coyly. You tilt your head at her unusual tone. “What is it Nes?”

Your heart was racing. Hoping for a confession of love from her. It was so wrong of you to hope that. Cassian was your friend too. You didn’t want to drive a wedge between them or the rest of the Inner Circle. At the same time you were wishing for Cassian as well. Wishing it was the both of them confessing their love for you. But he isn’t here, Nesta is. Maybe he doesn’t care about you as much as you thought.

You thought you were close with him. You shared jokes, would be board game partners, and even dragged him shopping with you. Cass pretended to hate it but liked spending time with you. Or so you thought.

“Meeting you has been an unexpected joy y/n. Getting to know you, having fun with you, and spending with you has just…I can’t think of a word to describe it, there isn’t one perfect enough.” You felt tears forming behind your eyes as a lump settled in your throat. No one had ever been this happy being with you. Not even your last boyfriend treated you with such kindness.

“I’m so happy I met you too Nesta. You and Cass and the rest of the family have been so kind to me.” Nesta closes the distance between your hands, lightly playing with your fingers. She looked hesitant to speak again. “I want to be honest with you, y/n. Cassian and I care about you. Not in a just friends way…”

Your eyes widen in shock and hope.You open your mouth to speak but the words get caught in your throat. “I-I care, I feel the same way.” Nesta lets out a happy sigh of relief and visibly deflates back into her chair while staying attached to you.

“We want you y/n. If you’ll have us.” You nod vigorously. “Yes. Yes, I really do.” You can’t stop smiling at her the whole walk home. Nesta holds your hand as you swing them back and forth.

Finally back at your apartment door, you frown a little, not wanting this sweet evening with Nesta to end. Looking between your new girlfriend and your door you let out a sigh. “Tomorrow morning Cass and I want you to come over for breakfast. We can talk more about things.” Nesta brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, coming down to lightly trace your jaw. You nod, giving her a small, “ok.”

Unlocking your door you turn back to face Nesta. Looking up at her your eyes land on her full lips. “Nes?” “Yeah baby?” Pink slightly tints your cheeks at the pet name. “Can I kiss you?” Your voice barley above a whisper.

Nesta smiles and brings her hands up to cup your face. They feel soft against your skin. Leaning up to meet her you feel a spark as your lips touch. Your mouths move against each other in an elegant dance. The kiss full of warmth like the one she placed on your forehead earlier that night. For the first time in a long time, you feel genuine love flood your body. She’s holding you like you’re going to slip away and she won’t let that happen.

Your hands find home on her hips, pulling Nesta closer to you. In that moment, you decided you wanted to feel this love for the rest of your immortal life. And if you felt this way with just Nesta, how would you feel when Cassian started showing you love?

Would he though? He didn’t come to dinner tonight.

The kiss slowed until you two were just resting your lips against each other. Your breaths heavy as you pulled apart. “Goodnight baby.” Nesta gave you one last parting kiss before leaving you.

The next morning you donned an adorable cherry pink dress, practically skipping through Velaris on your way to the House of Wind. As you approached the outskirts of Nesta and Cassian’s home you spotted him waiting for you as he always did.

Cassian was wearing a wide grin as you approached. He scooped you up into his strong arms, spinning you around. Pulling back to look in your eyes, he held you firmly. “Hi sweetheart.” “Hi Cass.” you say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck to prepare for the flight up.

Cassian softly took off from the old cobblestone street, the beating of his leathery wings soothing your nerves as he climbed higher and higher.

Landing on the balcony of the living room he gently sets you down, grasping your hand. “How did you sleep last night?” He asks casually, leading you towards the informal dining room. “Fine. I had some excitement keeping me up.” He lets out a breathy chuckle and kisses the top of your head. “I can only imagine.”

As you walked with him you couldn’t help the tight feeling forming in your chest. Over thinking, like you partially did last night, as you wondered if Cassian really wanted you with them.

You couldn’t help it. You knew Cassian loved you as a friend, but his love for Nesta is like nothing you have ever seen before. You didn’t know if he would like bringing another person into their mated relationship. It took Cassian so long to win Nesta’s trust and heart. Would he want to let another share that?

Entering the kitchen you saw Nesta laying out plates of food on the table. Muffins, croissants, fruit, breakfast meats, and pancakes. Cassian pulls your chair out for you, like Nesta did last night. He pushes you in and takes the seat next to you.

Nesta sits across from you with a sweet smile on her lips. “Hi baby,” she takes your hand, bringing it to her lips. “Please dig in.”

Scooping food onto your plate the three of you fall into easy conversation. After a while you fall into a lull, unsure what to talk about besides the obvious.

Clearing your throat, you decide to start. “So…Nesta and I talked last night.” The pair perked up, making slight eye contact. “And I want to be with you guys.” They let out a sigh of relief and Cassin rested an arm on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. “But, I have a few questions.” Nesta nods. “Ask whatever you want, we’ll answer it.”

You turn to Cassian, a small pout on your lips and a sliver of worry in your eye. “Why didn’t you come to dinner last night?” He lets out a shaky sigh. Like he’s nervous to say anything to you. “We thought if it was just one of us, you’d be less intimidated by the thought of a relationship.” You slowly nod, letting his response seep in. “And you don’t mind this Cass? I don’t want to be a burden or cause problems for the two of you. I just-” Cassian tilts your face up by your chin with two of his thick fingers. A doting look on his features.

“Sweetheart. You have nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Rest assured, we both want you as much as you want us.” His thumb rubs against your chin. You felt relief knowing your anxiety was all for nothing.

…

Weeks have passed since your relationship started with Cassian and Nesta. It started out…chaotic to say the least. The three of you wanted time together but work picked up for all three of you. It was a busy time of year with the holidays right around the corner.

It also didn’t help that Cassian was away in Windhaven for a few days every week. It had just been you and Nesta at your apartment or the Town House.

Cassian being away made that doubt about how much they actually wanted you creep in again. You love your time with Nesta but you craved time with both of them. To just sit with them and bask in their attention. Maybe it was a mistake being with a mated couple.

On the last night of Cassian being away Nesta slept over at your apartment. You opted to sleep on your side rather than in the middle of the bed cuddled up with her like you usually would. You were too tense, lost in your thoughts and didn’t want Nesta to worry. Though she probably sensed it.

As Nesta laid down you curled in on yourself, trying to get further from her. This didn’t go unnoticed as she huffed at your movement. Sitting up, Nesta turns the lamp on on the bedside table, the dim yellow light illuminating her profile. She grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face her.

“Talk to me y/n.” Nesta pleaded with you. Taking a deep breath, you sit up, bringing your knees to your chest. Nesta rests a comforting hand on your arm, her thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. Worry glinting in her steel-blue eyes. You lay a hand over hers, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Does Cassian like me?” Her face contorts into confusion. “Baby of course he does, he loves you. Why wouldn’t he?” You shrug, unable to meet her gaze in fear of bursting out into tears. “I just-I feel like he doesn’t want to spend time with me. I know work has been crazy but there’s a part of me that doubts…everything.”

When you look up at Nesta a single tear falls down her cheek. She shuffled closer to you, throwing her arms around your neck, pulling you flush to her chest. A few tears escape your own eyes. “I’m sorry baby. I’ll talk to him or we can all talk when he gets home.” You nod against her.

Cassian arrived home late the next afternoon. Wearing that wide goofy grin on his face as he came through the door of the Town House, embracing you both.

Back at the House of Wind later that night, you and Nesta lounge in the living room as Cassian makes dinner in the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table together Cassian tells you about his trip to Windhaven. It takes all of you not to interrupt him and blurt out, ‘DO YOU LOVE ME!’ But you hold your tongue as you push your vegetables around your plate. You don’t have much of an appetite anyways.

Cassian’s booming laugh pulls you from your thoughts. Out of the corner of your eye you see Nesta quickly glance at you. Looking up at Cassian you give him a small smile that he returns. “Sweetheart, I was wondering if you wanted to go out, just me and you.” You sit up straighter, surprise taking over your features. “Really?”

“Yes,” He laughed out, “Nes gets you all the time and I want you to myself for a bit.” You look to Nesta, as if asking for permission. She gives you an encouraging nod. “Ok. Can we go out tomorrow night?” “Absolutley.” Cassian brings a hand to the back of your head, placing a chaste kiss on your head.

Nesta helps you get ready for date night. Finishing up your make-up she lets out a dreamy sigh, “You look so pretty y/n/n.” She moves behind you to make sure your hair is perfect. “I’m excited to have the house to myself. Not that I don’t love having you two around but sometimes I just want to get lost in my book.” She giggles to help lighten the mood, making you giggle too. Nesta meets your y/e/c eyes in the mirror. She gives you a loving smile, draping your hair over your shoulders. “Ready?” “Uh-huh.”

Heading down the grand staircase you see Cassian waiting for you at the bottom with a bouquet of your favorite pink roses. Cassian watches you with a love sick grin as descend the last few steps. “You look stunning.” A slight blush dusts your cheeks as you look up at him. Cassian hands you the bouquet. You sniff them, taking in their sweet scent before placing them in the vase on the entry way the table the house put out for you.

You were surprised that you weren’t nervous during dinner. You and Cassian had fun joking and flirting like normal. He was extra touchy with you, never letting go of your hand an dpractically pulling you onto his lap at times. Cassian made sure he gave you his undivided attention throughout dinner.

Hand-in-hand, you take a walk along the Sidra, admiring the stars. “Lets sit for a minute sweetheart.” Cassian places a hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the nearest stone bench. Sitting, Cassian holds your hands in his lap.

“I wanted to talk about us.” You swallowed nervously at his words. “Nesta talked to me. And I’m sorry that you’ve kept that pent up for so long. I love you very much y/n. I’m so sorry if I haven’t shown you that. I promise that I will show you how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

You grip his hands tighter in yours. Letting their warmth seep into you. Cassian’s hands are rough and battle worn. Yet so gentle with you, like Nesta’s. You feel safe with him. From the look in his eyes you know he meant every word. That it pained him you didn’t feel loved by him.

“I love you too Cassian.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a while, watching the stars shimmer.

…

It’s been almost a year since you started dating Nesta and Cassian and you couldn’t be happier. The three of you fell into a comfortabel routine. You always made time for each other, had regular date nights, and made sure time with family was balanced out as well as one-on-one time. And thanks to Nesta and Cassian’s endless begging you broke and moved into the House of Wind.

You placed down the last snack bowls, stepping back you admire the setup. Tonight was a night for just the three of you. It was rare you all got to relax and you were happy to see them let their guard down. To put away the mask of the General and Valkyrie.

You hung small fae lights, laid out extra blankets and pillows, set out snacks, and everything you will need for face masks. The front door shut as Cassian and Nesta’s voices floated up to you from the entry way. Approaching the living room they paused in the archway.

“Do you like it?” You ask, clasping your hands under your chin. Nesta rushed over to you, pulling you into a crushing hug. “It’s perfect.” She mumbled into your hair. You relax into her as Nesta hugs you tighter than you thought possible. “Missed you today.” “I missed you too Nesa.”

She broke away, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back, I’m going to change. Are you coming with me Cass?” You both look to him. Cassian is casually leaned against the door frame as he shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just going to chill in my underwear.” Before the two of you can protest he strips in the middle of the living room. “Will you take my leathers to our room?” He asks with a shit eating grin.

Nesta rolls her eyes at him, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Fine. But don’t start without me.” she calls over her shoulder. Cassian rushes at you picking you up, and flopping on the couch with you against his chest. You giggle and snuggle into his muscular chest. “Missed you today sweetheart.” “Missed you too Cass.”

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #cassian acotar #cassian x you #cassian angst #cassian fanfic #cassian x reader #nesta x cassian #nesta archeron x reader #nesta fic #nesta fanfic #nesta x you #nesta x reader #nesta acotar #nesta archeron x you #poly!nessian x reader #poly!nessian #poly!Nessian x you

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 13: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credit to formula1.com

Word count: 4,548

Written by raelee / Posted Sep 15

Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

The Girls Masterlist

“Goodnight,” I bend down, kissing the top of Lucy’s head. She peaks at me from behind her unicorn covered duvet with wide eyes. I hold back the eye roll, knowing what she really wants. “Dad is just saying goodnight to Ada, he’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

“I’m right here, baby,” Charles suddenly appears behind me, leaning around me to gently caress Lucy’s jaw.  My heart flutters at the feeling of his chest pressed against my back. “Goodnight, we’ll see you in the morning.”

I whisper a hushed goodnight to Lucy, looking over at Ada’s bed to see her already asleep. Charles and I make our way out of their bedroom. I close the door behind me as Charles heads towards the kitchen, grabbing the pans from dinner to wash.

I linger in the short hallway, my fingers playing with each other nervously. I know Charles won’t be upset by what I have to say- in fact, I’m sure he’s going to be ecstatic about it. But I also know that he’s going to get that smug look that he always gets and I really don’t want to be told ‘I told you so’ right now.

“What’s up?” Charles asks, glancing over his shoulder at me.

It’s also nice to just stand here and watch the muscles in his back move as he washes the pan.

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you just staring at me?”

I shift my weight from one foot to the other, staring down at my painted toenails. It’s only when I look up to see that Charles has now turned around and is watching me in concern that I realize my actions might be giving off the wrong impression.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” he motions towards the table.

I pull out a chair, sitting on one side of the table while Charles sits on the other. He rests his forearms on the surface, leaning forward to show me that he’s fully engaged in whatever conversation we’re about to have.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asks.

I sigh, staring off to the side. I really want to put this off as long as I can. He reaches across the table, pulling my hands into his own. My heart stops as I shift my gaze forward, making eye contact with his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Mon amour, you’re scaring me,” he whispers.

I’m suddenly aware of the way that I’ve been acting. I must look suspicious by avoiding eye contact and utilizing my nervous ticks.

“Oh, no, it’s not anything bad,” I reassure him, moving one of my hands up his arm to grab at his forearm. “I um, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately… that flat that you bought on the West End. Do you still have it?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

“Maybe I was too rash and harsh with my decision,” I say sheepishly, “This flat does get very crowded with all of the girls' toys and clothes and it would be nice to not have to call the landlord because something is broken every week.”

A knowing, yet smug, smile begins to make its way across his face. “So what are you saying?”

I give him an annoyed look. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Oh, I’m going to make you say it.”

“Fine, I’ll just never say it,” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. We stare at each other, waiting for the other one to break first.

We sit in silence.

Finally, he breaks, releasing a loud groan. “Fine, Y/N, will you, Ada, and Lucy move into a flat with me on the West End?”

“If it’ll make you feel better, we will move into a flat with you.” Now I’m the one giving him the smug smile.

He rolls his eyes, standing from the chair and pushing it back in. “How do you always have the upper hand?”

My mind flashes me back to those nights that Charles and I spent with each other between the sheets, bodies pressed against each other. When I make eye contact with Charles, he gives me a look that says that he knows what I was thinking about and that he was thinking of the same thing.

I didn’t have the upper hand then.

I stand from my chair, breaking both of us out of our lust-filled gazes and thoughts.

“That’s just the way that it is, baby.”

~

Y/N: I have off tomorrow so I’m going to take some of the things that we don’t use every day over to the new apartment

Charles: Sounds good, thanks. I can’t wait to see you and the girls more often.

Y/N: We can’t wait to see you more often too

“Oh, I know that grin,” Franny says in a sing-song tone.

My hand instantly locks my phone and I hold it close to my chest, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“Now that wasn’t suspicious at all.”

“What do you mean?” I question.

“The smile and blush while texting and then acting incredibly secretive about it. You don’t have to worry about our judgment, Y/N, we’re relaxed,” my manager encourages.

“I know who it is,” Kylie gives me a sly grin.

“Kylie,” I whine.

“What? Franny’s chill,” she shrugs.

I sigh, considering her words. It’s true, Franny is easy-going. And there’s nothing personal about not wanting to tell her who I’m blushing and smiling about, I know that she would be happy for me and encourage me to go after what my heart wants.

But… telling her makes it so much more real. I know from the way that my stomach flutters whenever I get a text or the way that my cheeks instantly redden when my phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call that my feelings for Charles have quickly turned into romantic ones. Saying it out loud and informing people means that other people will know. Which means they’ll ask me if I’ve asked him out yet, or kissed him, or done anything to turn our relationship romantic.

And with this public revelation- which admittedly has made us closer, causing a shift in our relationship and brought me and our daughters into the spotlight once again, I don’t want to do anything else to rock the boat.

“Franny…” I take a deep breath, “I think I like Charles.”

“Oh, I don’t think, I know,” Kylie adds, grabbing her tray and leaving the kitchen with a cheeky grin.

“Why don’t you look happy about it?” She asks cautiously.

“Because I’m not,” I cry out. “Charles is a great guy, and he’s awesome with Ada and Lucy and super cute but, I just can’t explore that with him right now, Franny. It just changes everything and I think everything has changed so much already lately.”

“I understand,” she agrees softly.

My gaze snaps to her in surprise, not expecting those words to exit her mouth. Kylie, the only other person I’ve talked about my feelings with, told me to go for it, which I expected. There’s so much encouragement to always chase your heart and do what you want because you only live once, but I don’t think people realize how much courage one must have to do those things.

“If you feel like not making a move is the best thing for everyone involved at this moment in time, don’t do it. But don’t push those emotions away entirely. One day the right time and place is going to come and you might want to confess them then,” she suggests.

I nod my head slowly. “That’s exactly how I feel, Franny. Thank you.”

~

As I carry the wad of bubble wrap from what’s going to be my bedroom into the main room, I’m distracted by the sound of my phone vibrating on the counter. I set the bubble wrap down, replacing its place in my hand with my phone. Lando’s contact photo shows up.

I hesitate, deciding whether to answer it or not. I’ve still been ignoring my siblings attempts to reach out, not on purpose anymore, though. I’ve just been busy with work, university, and being a full-time single mom again since Charles has had back-to-back race weekends lately, and moving with two toddlers definitely hasn’t been easy.

Heck, I’m sure Charles is growing concerned with how little I’ve been responding to him, and I talk to him the most.

Something inside tells me to answer the phone, though, so I do.

“Hey Lando.”

“Hey,” there’s an awkward pause, “How have you been?”

“Busy,” I confess, not wanting to expand much on that in fear of how Lando will react to me and Charles moving in together. That’s an argument that I don’t want to start when we have a million other things to fight about.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he laughs. “Me too. Um, I just wanted to give you a heads up.”

I bite my lip in anxiety. That’s never a good thing to hear. I slide into one of the new barstools. “Okay, I’m sitting, lay it on me.”

“I saw that post about Ada and Lucy on that gossip page and then Charles’ post confirming it. And I was talking to mum about it last night and she kind of let it slip that our cousin Sarah, Aunt Beth’s daughter, was the one who was sharing the photos through an anonymous account on social media.”

It’s quiet as I digest the information.

“And she didn’t even tell me?” I whisper out.

“She didn’t know how,” he explains, and maybe it’s just my perception because of my relationship with my mother, but it sounds defensive. “You guys already don’t have the best relationship and she was afraid that adding this to the mix would make it even worse.”

“She still could’ve told me, this is my daughters lives and privacy, not just something like the grocery store being out of fucking popsicles,” I angrily wipe at the tears building in my eyes. “And Sarah- ugh, I’ve always known that she’s a bitch.”

“She gets it from Aunt Beth,” Lando agrees.

“Well, thanks for telling me, Lan.”

“Yeah, of course. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

I hang up the phone, setting it down to wipe at the remaining tears on my face. As soon as I do, my phone rings with another phone call.

If it’s that bitch Sarah I’m ripping her to shreds.

Instead, it’s just Charles. That’s sad, I was kind of looking forward to laying into Sarah.

She also stole my favorite Barbie doll when we were six.

“Hello?” I answer the phone.

“Hey,” he pauses, “Are you okay? You sound a little different.”

“Yeah, Lando just told me that our cousin was the one who shared the photos of the girls to the press.” I sniffle back the tears at the thought of the betrayal. 

I can't believe my own family would do something like that. Stabbing a family member in the back is the ultimate form of betrayal, and it’s something that we can never recover from, not that Sarah would care. It’s just embarrassing that it was someone so close to me- knowing that my family would sell out the privacy that I so desperately value and crave for my daughters is humiliating when you compare it to how loyal Charles’ family has been throughout this whole process. And he didn’t even know that he was a dad- that’d be some juicy gossip to leak to the press but they didn’t.

And my own mother not telling me? No matter what her excuse is, that’s a stab in the back.

“I’m sorry, Charles,” I add, letting out a bitter chuckle. “It’s so embarrassing to have a family that’s willing to go against our wishes like this.”

He’s quiet for a minute, which makes my heart race. Is he about to chew me out on how disloyal my family is? Tell me to delete all of my family off of my social media and never to speak to them again?

Instead, the words that leave his mouth surprise me.

“How would you feel about coming to visit Monaco?”

“What?” I stutter out.

“We have a week break between Mexico and Brazil. I can get a couple more days off, go back to England to help you pack and take care of the girls on the plane, and we can spend a week or so in Monaco. They can meet my brothers and mom, you can see my family again,” he suggests.

I know what he’s trying to do. Since I have a troubled relationship with my immediate family and now a strained relationship with my extended family, he’s extending his family to me. He wants the girls to meet his family because in a way, them being loved by his family is a way of me being loved by his family. And at least then the girls can have a healthy relationship with one side of their family.

“I don’t know, Charles,” I confess hesitantly. “Don’t you think it’s too much right now? With moving and your recent post, don’t you think it’s too busy and the spotlight is on you right now?”

“Mon amour, I don’t think there’s a better time to do it.”

I take a deep breath, nodding before I realize that he can’t see me. “Okay. Yeah, we’ll go to Monaco.”

~

“Do you want me to grab anything, Charles?” I ask, watching as he stumbles and drops another bag.

“No, just take care of them,” he nods at Ada and Lucy. I nod silently, watching him struggle as he leads us down the hallway, Ada gripping one of my hands and Lucy gripping the other.

“Where are we going?” My eyes dart around nervously. 

I let Charles handle all of the details around this trip. Despite my need to be in control and in the know, with everything on my plate right now I just thought it would be best for Charles to figure out flight details and where we’re staying.

“To the private jet landing.” He glances back at me before I can question him about it, dropping Ada’s backpack. She lets out a shriek at the action and he gives her a quiet apology, picking it up. “I told Max about how nervous you are flying with the girls for the first time and he offered for us to use AirMax.”

I smile at the act of consideration, my chest fluttering at the thought of him talking about me to his rival. “Thank you, Charles.”

~

Despite it being a little over an hour’s long plane ride to Nice, Ada passes out in the first five minutes of the flight. Charles is seated in the window seat while I’m sitting next to him, Ada nestled in the crook of his arm between the plane wall and his body with her eyes closed and her stuffed dolphin gifted from Lando gripped tightly in her hands.

Lucy sits on my lap, trying her best to play with her stuffed moose but finding it difficult with her eyes constantly opening and closing. Finally, she succumbs to sleep, her entire little body splayed out on top of mine. I do my best to shift into a more comfortable position without waking her, freezing when she begins to move.

“Hey,” the Ferrari driver catches my attention, motioning for me to put my arm on the aisle armrest.

I do so, watching as he slowly rests his free arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

It’s like my breathing stops because I’m so close to him. I haven’t been this close to him in a long time.

I can smell his cologne.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs into my ear.

“Yeah,” I whisper, looking down at Lucy to hide my blush. I adjust her body so that her head is resting on my arm on the armrest, the rest of her body laying across my lap and into Charles’ lap.

It’s still not the most comfortable position- but I’m not going to tell Charles that.

For now I’m going to be grateful that I’m able to be so close to him again.

~

Spending time with Charles in Monaco is special. From the way that his eyes light up while showing the girls his old school, or the way that he lifts them into his yacht, everything is used as an opportunity for him to show our toddlers his home and safe space.

“Gentle, Lucy,” I wince as she runs her hand along the side of the black convertible, painted nails that need to be trimmed making a quiet noise along the paint.

Charles chuckles at the action and I look over at him with a playful glare.

“It’s an expensive car, Charles, it costs like trillions of dollars,” I point out like he doesn’t already know.

“I know it’s expensive, it’s my car. And it didn’t cost trillions of dollars.” He moves around the car, rubbing his thumb against a mark that Lucy left. It doesn't come off. “And I can always just buy new cars.”

I roll my eyes at his nonchalant attitude, watching as Ada and Lucy run around the room filled with all of Charles’ expensive and exotic cars. One of the first places he wanted to take us in Monaco was to see his car collection in the museum, and he even got the place shut down so that we didn’t have to worry about any wandering eyes or sly photographs.

“So tonight my mom is going to make pasta and chicken. Do you want alfredo sauce or marinara sauce?” Charles asks, looking down at his phone.

“Either works.”

He glances up at me but I watch as Ada falls onto the ground, instantly picking herself back up. He finishes his text before shoving his phone into his pocket, looking back over at me.

“What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The whole purpose of this trip was for my family to meet the girls and for you to see them again but you act weird whenever I mention them,” he comments.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gives me an unimpressed look at the response.

“Fine, I’m nervous that your family doesn’t like me,” I confess.

“What do you mean? When you worked for Lando and spent all of your time in the paddock my family loved talking to you.”

“Yeah but that was years ago. And since then I’ve had your babies and kind of, you know, kept them a secret from you,” I say sheepishly, still embarrassed by my behavior.

“My family is a lot more empathetic than you think, Y/N.”

A lot more empathetic than your family, are the hidden words.

“Yeah, maybe I’m overthinking it,” I sigh, watching as the girls poke a tire and giggle.

A familiar arm winds its way around my waist and we stand together, watching our daughters play.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

~

“Mama, we’re home,” Charles cheers as he enters through the front door, holding it open for me.

My heart beats fast in my chest with anxiety as I follow behind him, Lucy clenched tightly in my arms as a comfort blanket while Ada’s in Charles’ arms.

There’s shrieking and then footsteps running on the hardwood floor, Pascale suddenly appearing before us.

“Oh,” she coos, reaching out to hold Ada’s face in her hands. Ada stares shyly back at her nana, unsure of how to act. Pascale makes the same noise, caressing Lucy’s face now. In true Lucy fashion, she flashes a charming smile, leaning into her nana’s hold.

“Hi Y/N,” Pascale grins at me.

I give a soft smile back, surprised by the warm welcome. Of course I didn’t expect a toxic environment, Charles’ family is and has always been very kind and welcoming. And we do have a good history with each other. Just not a good recent history…

“I’m going to go check on the pasta, everyone else is in the living room,” Pascale informs us before heading off towards the kitchen.

Charles leads the way into the living room where his two brothers and two women, presumably their girlfriends, are chatting. Arthur and Lorenzo stand once they see us, pulling Charles into bro hugs.

To my surprise, Arthur turns to me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he leans forward, giving me a one-armed hug as to not disturb Lucy’s position.

“Hi, Arthur.”

“How’s it going?” Lorenzo questions, pulling me into another one-armed hug.

“Good, how are you?”

“Good. So this is Lucy?” He reaches forward, lightly brushing his pinky along her knuckles.

She stares at him inquisitively, but doesn’t back down. Ada, on the other hand, shies back into Charles’ arms as Arthur grins at her. Hurt flashes over Arthur’s face and my chest pangs at the action. I should’ve thought about the girls’ reactions to eventually meeting Charles’ family when I decided to never introduce them to him. I just never thought about these things.

“Looks like you should’ve trained her better,” one of the women comments.

“She’s a toddler, not a dog, Charlotte,” Charles tries to appear like he’s joking but his tone is tense.

“Dinner’s ready,” Pascale calls out before an argument begins.

The other girl introduces herself to me on the way to the dining room as Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend, while Charlotte is Lorenzo’s girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if the girls used a special kind of booster seat so I just got whatever they had at the store,” Pascale apologizes to me.

“Oh no, these work perfectly fine. You didn’t have to buy these for us,” I tell her.

“Nonsense, now we have them for the next time they come,” she smiles at me.

I smile back, turning to face Charles as he places a hand on my back. “I can get our plates if you want to get the girls situated.”

I nod, helping the girls settle into their seats. Charles gets the plates ready for Ada, Lucy, me, and himself, and we settle around the table with the rest of his family.

“So Y/N, Charles says that you’re studying journalism,” Arthur makes conversation as we eat.

“Yeah, I am.”

“When are you done studying?”

“I actually fast-tracked my program so I’m graduating next year,” I inform them.

“Do you know what you’re doing after you graduate?” Carla questions.

“I’d like to work in true crime journalism.”

I know it’s just small talk, but this kind of feels like an interrogation. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to being asked about my life, or having adult conversations at all, but it feels like they’re trying to figure me out. Which I understand, because I’ve become a crucial figure in Charles’ life, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous.

“Do you know where?”

Arthur asks the question that makes me understand. They’re not trying to catch me saying something that they don’t like, they’re trying to bring me further into Charles’ life. Part of it is probably for Charles’ benefit, and the other part is probably because they want to see Ada and Lucy more as well.

My heart soars at that thought.

“I haven’t thought about that yet,” I admit.

“Well, you should. As a mother you should plan,” Charlotte comments snottily.

“Being a mother makes it harder to plan,” I joke.

Everyone laughs except Charlotte, who gives me a glare.

We make small talk throughout the rest of dinner and I feel myself calming down and becoming more comfortable. Ada and Lucy become more comfortable as well, leaving with Charlotte, Carla, Charles, Lorenzo, and Arthur to go out on the balcony and watch the sunset.

“I can help you cleanup, Pascale,” I offer, bringing dirty dishes into the kitchen.

“You’re such a dear,” she sighs in relief.

She begins to wash the dishes in the sink as I stand by with a dishcloth to dry.

“I know Charlotte was rude towards you tonight but just ignore it. Charles was very upset when he first found out about the girls and she never got over that reaction, no matter how many times he told us that your relationship is better now,” she reassures me.

I nod weakly, not sure how to respond to that. I feel bad thinking it, but I don’t know how it’s any of Charlotte’s business. From what I gathered during dinner, Charlotte and Lorenzo’s relationship is fairly new, so it’s not like she’s known Charles for such a long time that his emotions greatly affect hers. But even then… if Charles could find a way to get over it, why couldn’t she? And why would she constantly feel the need to comment her negative feelings about it, especially in front of our daughters?

“Look at that,” Pascale laughs, staring out the window towards the balcony where Lorenzo holds Ada in his arms, playing got-your-nose with her while she watches in wonder.

It’s a sweet moment between an uncle and his niece. But it reminds me of all of the moments that I’ve robbed from them. And it’s not like they were feeling love and affection from my side of the family either- so for almost two years they’ve been neglected from feeling grandparent and aunt or uncle love. They could be running into Lorenzo or Arthur’s arms instead of just meeting them for the first time.

Tears prick in my eyes at the thought.

“I’m sorry, Pascale,” my voice cracks.

She turns to face me with concern, face breaking once she sees mine. “Oh, darling.”

The facet turns off and she dries her hands, pulling me into a hug. My arms wind around her tightly and I hug her, appreciating the feeling of a motherly hug for as long as I can.

“I know you are,” she reassures me, rubbing my back. “I also know how much you’ve changed and grown. Charles tells these stories about you and his face just lights up. You’ve made mistakes, yes, but his admiration for has never and will never fade. In fact, seeing you as a mother has made it grow.”

I stare at her with wide eyes. Charles admires me? I guess I kind of knew that already from him not bringing up the custody conversation anymore, but I’ve never actually had any confirmation about it. But hearing it from his mom… it must be true.

“I’ll never hurt him again, Pascale, I swear,” I whisper to her.

“I believe you.”

She pulls away from me, going back to washing the dishes. I dry them and we talk about everything and anything. We talk about Lando’s successful season, I sway her away from asking about the rest of my family, then I ask her about the latest haircut trends.

By the end of the night, I’m carrying a sleeping Ada in my arms as Charles carries a sleeping Lucy, shoes and sweatshirts on so we can head back over to Charles’ flat for the night.

“Do you want to do a family beach day tomorrow?” Arthur suggests.

I smile at him. “That sounds fun.”

#formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 x reader

[g0ry0re0]

"Two Sugars", Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper, 2024, Film) - Imagine

Description: You work in Derek's office at Danforth Enterprises. After the first few days, Derek finally notices you and makes his move. / Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

General Notes: 18+, MDNI!!, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Lots Of Pet Names, Reader Insert, Shamelessly Flirting In A Professional Setting, Second Person POV, Based On The First Derek Scene In The Film, Use Of Curse Words, A Little Bit Of Abuse Of Power, Reader Has Some Internal Dialogue ("italics"), Some Suggestiveness At The End

Author's Note: For the first time, my title is not based on a song lol. The prompt is actually the same as the one I used for my C.AI bot for Derek, but I wanted to put my own spin on it. I'll be honest, this character may be a little altered to my liking to fit the prompt (and for my own selfish reasons), so if it's not exactly accurate, sorry! Also, props to my awesome sister (she asked me to say that), @hazeldastar for proofreading! Hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 1,577 Words

You blink your eyes wearily, hands on both sides of your face as you're hunched over your desk. This was exhausting. Three days of straight paperwork and data entry, staring at the tiny printed words on paper and the glowing blue light of your desktop computer. It was getting to you. You needed a break. There's a small coffee bar just down the hallway... The idea sounds more and more appealing to you as you continue to ponder it. You haven't had a chance to utilize the whole office space yet. Besides, you were just going to take a small break and grab a quick drink, maybe a snack. That would certainly help. Right?

You sigh in defeat as you stand up, stretching a bit before making the small trip. You only briefly give a friendly wave at a handful of others in the office, not really knowing anyone well enough yet to stop for a full conversation (not that you wanted to at the moment anyway). You walk up to the barista with a tired smile.

"Hi," your voice sounds raspy.

You hadn't talked to anyone all morning. You clear your throat before continuing.

"Could I just get a small black coffee, please? With two sugars?" You hold up two fingers.

The barista responds with a classic "Customer Service Smile" and a nod before turning around to make just that.

You sigh again and lean against the counter, facing the center of the office, surveying your surroundings. You don't realize that you're starting to doze off until you can hear the sound of wheels on the concrete floor behind you, quickly snapping you out of your meditative state.

"Uh, let me get...flat white. Oat milk, of course. And, uh...extra shot of espresso."

Before the idea even pops into your head to turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, someone passes by you on their skateboard. They stop right in front of you, stepping off their board and kicking it up into their hands. They lean against the counter, facing you. Oh, fuck... You say in your head (hopefully), trying not to look as mortified as you feel. The goddamn CEO of the company was standing in front of you, a little too close for comfort, and smirking. You straighten your posture and nervously pull down your shirt.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, honey. You new?" He's looking you up and down, not even trying to be subtle.

"Uhh," you say breathlessly, feeling flustered. "Yes. I just started a few days ago. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Danforth."

"Oh, you don't have to call me that, please. Call me Derek." His smirk grows and he moves closer to you, making your breath hitch.

What is he wearing?

"So, what exactly do you do here, doll?"

His eyes bore straight into yours now, his corrupt gaze making you feel a bit humiliated and yet weirdly excited. His cheek was now resting on his hand as he leaned on the counter, his other hand still gripping the skateboard.

"I- I mostly do data entry, but I sort paperwork as well." You manage to spit out, your eyes avoiding his intense stare.

He uses the hand that was holding his head up to wave it in front of your face, bringing your eyes back to him.

"Stay with me, babe." He commands softly as he rests his hand back down on the counter, closer to yours this time.

That shouldn't have worked on you as well as it did. He continues.

"Sounds pretty boring, is that why you're standing out here? Is that what I'm paying you for?"

You swallow anxiously, "I'm on my break right now, and-" He holds his hand up to stop you.

"I was messing with you, sweetheart." He smiles, a bit more gentle this time.

What's this dude's goal here?

"I see you taking advantage of the coffee bar. What's a sweet thing like you normally get for a drink?"

Fuck it. You decide to play along, it's not like he was the worst-looking guy in the world. Quite the opposite in fact. You almost outwardly cringe at yourself.

"I normally get something a little more interesting, but I just went with a black coffee today. Two sugars." You held up two fingers again, smiling softly at him.

As if on queue, "Small black coffee, two sugars!" You turn around momentarily to grab your drink off the counter behind you.

Derek definitely did not let that opportunity pass him by, checking you out further, not even stopping when you turned back around to face him. Feeling the tiniest bit bolder, you move a little closer to him. He smirks knowingly and rests his eyes on yours once again. This cocky son of a bitch. He's barely done anything and you're already wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. He rests his hand on yours now, clearly feeling a lot more bold than you do. You hope that he doesn't notice how nervous you are. But he does, and he really likes it. Before you can say anything else, he speaks again.

"So, do you normally flirt with the CEO of the companies you work at?" He asks teasingly.

This motherfucker really likes playing games, doesn't he? You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"No. And, you're the one flirting with me, if anything."

You try to move your hand, but he grasps it softly and runs his thumb over your palm.

"Am I?" He softly presses his thumb into the pad of yours, eyeing you provokingly.

There's a brief pause in the conversation, both of you sizing one another up. His hand was still gently messing with yours, and you didn't want to pull away, but you probably should. Before you could muster up the strength to remove yourself, something else caught both your attention.

"Flat white, oat milk, add shot!"

You and Derek glance back at the drink placed on the counter before turning back to each other. He lifts his hand, taking yours with it, and ghosts his lips over your knuckles.

"Wanna grab that for me, love?" He presses your fingers against his lips.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again, but turn around and grab his drink with your free hand. How could you say no to the CEO?

"Ya know, I do have a name." You add, sliding his drink over to him on the counter.

"Oh, I know. I just really like messing with you." He quips, finally releasing your hand and grabbing his drink, taking a sip.

At least he admits it.

"So, you are flirting with me?" You mirror him now, taking a sip of your drink as well.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

Another lull in the conversation, eye contact between you two never wavering.

"Well, if you're gonna continue flirting with me, you could at least stick to one pet name. Instead of using every single one in the book." You tease.

"I would, I just haven't found one that fits you yet." He watches as you take another sip of your coffee and his eyes light up, only slightly, as he seemingly thinks of something. "How about 'sugar'?"

You laugh. Derek tries not to show how achieved he feels, but the smug grin on his face gives him away. He's already won, and you both know it. What a dick.

"A little cheesy, but I'll take it." You take another sip of your drink and he mirrors you, another pause.

Both of you stare at one another for a little too long, either in admiration or curiosity. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it wasn't particularly peaceful either. There was tension, definitely reciprocated, but also definitely not something that should happen at work. Especially not with your boss. You continue to look at him for a few moments, pondering the gravity of your situation before you think about what time it is. You snap out of your daze for the second time that day and grab your phone out of your pocket, glance at the screen. Shit...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Danfor-"

"Derek." He corrects.

"Derek," you say, unsure. "I have to get back to work. My break just ended."

"Sounds like a good idea, sugar." He smirks again, putting emphasis on the nickname he gave you.

Before you can walk past him, he holds his skateboard out to stop you. You look at him in confusion.

"How about I pick you up tonight? I think we could have a great time together," he comments, cocking his brow at the thought. "Maybe over coffee?"

You look around nervously, weighing your options. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn't spare it a glance, still looking at you.

"Just coffee?" You inquire, almost desperately.

"Sure." He looks you up and down again.

You don't believe him. He's definitely lying. But you think you're willing to take the risk anyway.

You give in.

"Alright. Coffee sounds good." You give him another soft smile.

Yeah, he definitely won. But when doesn't Derek Danforth get what he wants?

"I'll send a car for you. Black coffee, right?" He says with a glint in his eyes, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He places his skateboard on the ground.

"Right." You confirm, your smile growing wider.

"Two sugars?" He holds up two fingers.

"Two sugars."

Part 2? 👀

Masterlist Link

Divider: saradika and saradika-graphics on tumblr

Gif: mockingjaysnakes on tumblr

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #x reader #derek danforth x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x you #imagine #derek danforth imagine #the beekeeper #katykat235 #g0ry0re0

[pablitogavii]

i adore your blog and your writing!! if you’re feeling inspired could u please write a fic where the reader’s parents fight a lot and one night it gets really bad so the reader goes to gavi or he picks her up? and he comforts her and everything is sweet. i need him to do this irl rn but anyway… have a good day / night!! love u🤍

I'm so sorry you're going through this baby. If you need to talk my chat is always open <33 This one is special for you <33

There for you

I was crying in my room hearing the sounds of their argument echoing down the hallway. I should be used to it by now after all the years of dealing with it, but every time it gets harder to listen to it knowing there is nothing i can do to stop it.

Growing up with parents that had anything but love for each other made it hard to believe in possibility to have a real family one day, but thankfully I found someone who showed me it was possible.

Since we started dating, I've told Pablo about the hardship of my family and he was so understanding promising to never make my parents mistakes in our relationship.

I was laying in bed scrolling through my camera roll smiling at our photos together trying to tune out the screams and insults coming from outside.

I could ignore anything unless when my dad gets physical like he did tonight. I heard him push my mom as she fell in front of my door with a loud bang.

I clumped on my bed holding onto my knees with one hand and dialing Pablo's number in another. I couldn't stay here anymore, I was starting to feel my panic attach creeping in.

"Hello? Amor?" he said while my tears were flooding my face smiling when I heard his voice that was enough to make me feel safer.

"Um..I need you to pick me up cariño..please?" I said my voice shaky and he knew something was definitely wrong if I was calling in the middle of the night sounding like this.

"I will be there in five minutes. Can you wait for me outside amorcito?" he said and I said that was fine as I packed some clothes into my backpack quietly sneaking out of my bedroom window. Luckily I was on the lower level so I could utilize the window when I needed it.

He was there even quicker rushing outside not even closing his door and hugging me to his chest tightly while holding my head against his chest as I cried.

"Shh..estas bien amor..estas bien..I am right here now..your Pablito is right here..and we are going to go somewhere quiet and safe okay?" he spoke and I nodded still unable to stop my tears from falling down my cheeks but at least I wasn't hyperventilating anymore when I got into the car and we drove off.

I took my shoes off pulling my knees to my chest while looking through the window wondering why do I need to have a family like this? How did I deserve to deal with this?

"Wanna hold my hand amorcito? We are almost home" he said giving you his arm and you held it against your chest playing with his fingers to distract yourself and he smiled continuing to drive slowly towards his house.

When we arrived, he helped me out walking slowly while holding my trembling body against himself kissing the top of my head when he got into his apartment.

"Let's wear some pajamas huh?" he said and I realized that I didn't pack any only bringing clothes to wear tomorrow. I told him that but he only smiled pulling me close and kissing my forehead.

"As long as I have my shirts, you will have your pajamas princesita" he said and I smiled as we walked to his bedroom looking through his closet for me to choose the shirt I wanted to wear.

"Those are all expensive Pablo.." I said not wanting to sleep in something that costed like my monthly subscription to Netflix and he chuckled shaking his head while pulling out one his Boss shirts I always complimented when he wore.

"Arms up princesita" he said and I blushed doing as he asked as he put the shirt over my body making it fall all the way below my knees like a perfect length dress.

"Looks better on you anyways..so how about we make some hot coco? I have mini marshmallows from last time too?" he said and I suddenly smiled wide that being my favorite drink which he knew really well. His eyes teared up and I was confused what happened.

"You have such a beautiful smile..you deserve to always smile preciosa...always" he said kissing the top of my head and I told him that it was alright and that I was used to dealing with this.

"Da igual.." you sigh shaking your head.

"No da igual..I promise to give you the life in which you will always smile.." he said and that made you smile more moving closer and kissing his lips lovingly. We might be young, but I trusted Pablo comeptlely and I knew he knows more about love than my adult parents ever will.

"No more tears! We are going to go make ourselves some coco and then we can cuddle if you want?" he said and I nodded quickly saying there is nothing better I could think of.

"Okay careful, preciosa. It's hot when I pour it and you can put in the marshmallows" he said and you smiled that he was always so careful not to hurt you and you waited for him to pour before putting in the squishy marshmallows in with a smile.

We sat down with our mugs and he pulled me into his arms. While I sipped on my coco, he was searching the channels smiling when he looked down at saw the little moustache I had on my face.

"Que?" I said when I saw him giggling and he used his fingers to clean me up putting it into my mouth afterwards making me blush.

"Tu eres tan preciosa" he said kissing my lips sweetly while I giggled telling him that I like Friends and that we can watch it which he quickly agreed.

We watched almost five episodes when i felt sleepy moving closer and resting my head on his shoulder while he held me tightly against himself which is exactly what I needed in this moment.

"Muchas gracias Pablo..for picking me up..and for taking care of me..Te amo mucho" I said and he smiled nodding his head and kissing the top of my head.

"Yo tambien te amo muchisimo princesita mia. No need to thank me..it's my job to take care of mi novia whenever she needs me..and I love whenever you can sleep over" he said and I smiled nodding my head and slowly dozing off to sleep.

I was already fast sleep on his chest when my phone rang and Pablo took it seeing it was my dad on the other line. His jaw clenched as he answered the call making sure to be quiet not to disturb your sleep.

"She's fine, sir. She's with me and I will take care of her..you have no idea how special your daughter is..and she doesn't deserve any of this" he said to the man before hanging up and kissing the top of your head promising himself to always be there to protect you and to give you the life you deserve in the future.

I hope you like it and I hope it helps in any way amor <3 Again, if you need to talk I'm always here! Stay strong!

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #fc barca #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablogavixreadersmut #gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi x yn #gavi x vini

[gotham-daydreams]

Heeeeeyyy,

I don't want to be pressuring, but how will they even find y/n. Like, they're so many people in Gotham, and they know nothing about them except from thire own name. And if they were found, would they put up a fight? 🤔 she could beat tim in a one on one, with her being a black belt and all... so how will the capture be like?

From

👾anon

You're good! No worries.

As for your questions, I will say that how the Batfam ends up finding the reader is revealed in the 3rd part. Though I will drop a small spoiler and say that they don't get kidnapped... not right away, anyway ;] (or at least not in the part I'm currently writing, as of right now.)

It is still angsty, and honestly I'd say pretty heart wrenching since, y'know, it doesn't go well at all. Which I'm sure pretty much everyone expected-

Though, I will say that if anything where to happen, the reader would definitely put up a fight! Granted, they don't want to fight the Batfam- not because they can't fight at all (and as you've mentioned, they do have a black belt (as mentioned in "Not Here"), and they do have some experience in boxing as mentioned in "Not Tonight" (though I can't recall at the moment if it's also mentioned in "Not here"), among other things that could help them out in a fight), but because to them, I can imagine it's more of a last resort kind of thing. If they have to, they will, and considering the Batfam? They definitely will.

For one-on-one fights? Yeah, the reader probably could beat Tim, and maybe get scarily close to beating Steph (or just flat out beating her too). For Dick and Jason, I think they'd honestly need a little more polish and refinement on their skills and fighting style to actually beat them, but they could get a little close. As for Damian and Cass? Ehh, they'll definitely need more training and experience for that. Both are trained to be weapons before anything else, and working with Batman isn't exactly going to make that suddenly go away. If anything- it'll probably put the skills you learned from that experience to the test (fighting/combat wise, anyway).

I don't think I have to even mention Bruce, but if that were to happen the reader would like to think they at least got halfway there to beating him, and they'd probably be half right.

Though, this is all just on strength, agility, skill, reaction time and such alone. Everyone in the Batfam easily has quicker reflexes compared to the reader, and more experience when it comes to combat (not that the reader doesn't have their own fair share of experience, but y'know), but the reader would definitely try to use their head more than just fight the family head on (which is just... asking for failure and disaster).

Even if it isn't going to be easy to out smart the World's Greatest Detective, or someone with a mind like Tim- not to mention Oracle being on their side. Or really just, anyone trained under the Batman, at all. It isn't impossible.

So, in a situation where the reader has to fight someone from the Batfam, they'll try to utilize both their brain and brawn. So, if they can't beat whoever they're fighting, at the very least they can get away from the fight and escape. Which they definitely have better odds at succeeding in since they took track and field as mentioned in "Not Here." The reader might try to take down whoever they're up against depending on who it is, but I will say that they'll mostly choose to have a smooth getaway more often than not.

Again, like you said, Gotham is a big place- they could probably get away for a little while, if nothing else. :]

Besides, the reader could also unintentionally suprise the Batfam with some of their skills and techniques when it comes to combat, but I don't think it'll be enough to throw any of them off enough to beat them- but that also depends what caused the Batfam's surprise and how big their reaction was to it. So, now that I'm really thinking about it, it's possible to catch them off guard and defeat them that way. Unlikely- but possible. (Also because it depends on how certain members of the Batfam view the reader and their own fighting capabilities. Since that can really determine how shocked or surpised they'll get at certain things. Which I'll say right now- despite the awards in your room, some definitely don't think you can defend yourself, or could hold up well in a 'real' fight. Dick is one of them.)

Nevertheless, how would a kidnapping play out?

Honestly, it really depends on multiple things.

1. Why they resorted to kidnapping above everything else. (Which can vary from you being in danger (from their perspective), or just them just getting impatient.)

2. Who is doing the kidnapping. (Which can be multiple people.)

3. How whoever is kidnapping you, plans to do it.

4. How urgently they want to kidnap you (which can affect #3).

5. Do they have a plan, or are they doing it impulsively?

6. How likely are they to mess up, and if they do, how quickly can they recover.

These can all change and differ, with the reader's reaction and action changing accordingly, but again, it depends. In some situations the reader may be put into a position where they can't fight back. Or maybe they realizing what's going on much too late. Maybe they even fight back and manage to get away, or they fight back but their attempts are fruitless in the end. If the Batfam fucks up, even a little bit or unintentionally, the reader could take advantage of that- but that's if whoever is trying to kidnap them can or can't recover fast enough.

Sure, the chances of anyone in the Batfam messing up are low, and go even lower depending on who you're talking about. However, those chances are never zero, and again- the Batfam doesn't really know much about the reader at all. With some knowing more than others, sure, but you also have to take into account that some of these people are going to be selfish as yanderes, and don't want to share certain pieces of information about the reader with one another because maybe they want to be the only one to know about whatever they're keeping to themself.

Hence, making it more likely for mistakes to happen, but the Batfam is also really good at what they do- which is also why how quickly they can recover from said (most likely unintentional) mistake or slip up is kind of important. Seeing as it can make or break the reader's chances of escaping successfully.

Not to mention that certain pairs work better than others, but depending on what leads up to the kidnapping- some unlikely teamups could be made. They could either get in the way of each other, or work scarily well. Though solo attempts are also possible- let's be honest, with how most of the yanderes feel about the reader at this point in the series, that's not going to happen. They all want to see and meet the reader as quickly as possible, to a point where they're almost borderline not allowed to see you without being in pairs or something. Not because they want to stick together necessarily (most do want to just, be with the reader alone, after all), but because of their own selfishness, greed, and sometimes jealousy. (Though there are some exceptions, like part 3.)

Basically: who knows? It can go one of many ways, and depending on which way it goes, the reader could possibly escape or just be left helpless at the hands of the Batfam. As for THE kidnapping? I'm not gonna spill, we'll see how things go :]

Tldr:

1. How the Batfam finds the reader is explained in Part 3 and I'm not spoiling.

2. Yeah, the reader will fight if they have to- and stand a better chance against some of them compared to others. Though for the most part would use their brain and, if they can't defeat someone, they'll make a quick getaway instead, and have higher chances of succeeding in that. Though it is possible for them to catch whoever they're fighting off guard, and defeat them that way.

3. How the reader reacts and acts to a kidnapping highly depends on the kidnapping itself, and who is trying to do it. The reader may or may not be able to fight back depending on the situation, and there is more room for mistakes because the Batfam doesn't know much about the reader — and if someone does know more they'll probably keep it to themself out of selfishness. The chance for a slip up is small, but could be enough for the reader to get away.

- As for the actual kidnapping that may or may not happen in the series, and how that'll go with everything? I'm not spilling, sorry!

Hope this answered your question! If it didn't, I apologize and I can clarify anything specifically that may have confused you or anyone else in another ask.

If anyone else has a question, or you yourself have another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'm trying to answer these as much as I can while writing the 3rd part, if you couldn't tell!

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #yandere x gn reader #gn reader #sibling reader #that was also a bit of a ramble... #welcome to my overthinking brain #talking daydreams

[mishwanders]

god ive just been sitting here "man i need to workout" cause im not fit and I WANT TO BE 😭😭😭 all i can think of rn is chain reacting to someone who has a damn sleeper build, essentially they dont look like they have muscles until they pull up their sleeve/stretch/flex cause there's this buff girl on tiktok and MY GODD 😳 also go wild w your headcanons with Time on this cause He's also my fav 😌

Absolutely felt, oh my god I feel this in my soul

Characters: The Chain (and others) x GN!STRONG Reader

A/N+Warnings: canon typical violence, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

Time:

Time is super observant, but considering you are covered in your traveling clothes, he sees you as someone who needs to be protected, put more into the center of the group when shit hits the fan.

BUT WHEN THIS MAN SEES YOU HOLD YOUR OWN IN A FIGHT?! Mad respect for you. He watched you straight up pick up a monster by its ankle and sling it across the battlefield like it was one of Wilds broken weapons.

After that he definitely keeps you to the front of the group when things start going wrong.

Warriors:

DEFINITELY underestimated you at first

Does not underestimate you any more once he gets ROCKED by you body slamming into his shield during a duel.

You are one of his favorites to train with because of how strong you are and you work together on optimize your abilities 😤

Sky:

Also loves to train with you - mainly because he’s fast on his feet and learning how much strength you have teaches him how to stay grounded if he’s hit (as much as he can be).

His eyes practically pop out of his head the minute he sees your arms out of your knights armor - your arms rivaling that of Twilights. (Hearty eyes hearty eyes)

He might ask to take a nap by being held by you please for the love of Hylia, LET HIM!

Twilight:

Another one who gets very surprised by your strength when you straight up tackle him or show off the gun show.

Might sumo wrestle you - actually no, HE WILL SUMO WRESTLE YOU IF YOU JUST GIVE HIM THE CHANCE

Also will ask you to help with gathering firewood for camp because it makes it easier if the two of you do it instead of Legend or Wind (for example).

Wild:

HELLO NEW HUNTING BUDDY

You WILL be carrying the caribou he takes down once he knows you can lift it and also helping strip the skin because oh my god does that take a while and he needs all the help he can get.

Will ask to sit on your shoulders to get a better vantage point to figure out where you all are.

Legend:

Not impressed (yes he is, don’t listen to him, he’s just salty)

Speechless when he witnesses you toss a wallmaster into a wall but tried to cover it up sarcastically saying “I could do that”.

Softens up to you when he’s injured and your carrying him/ripping some of your own clothing to make a bandage because they’re all out of potions.

Hyrule:

FORAGING FORAGING

HELP THIS GUY DIG UP THOSE PLANTS THAT ARE REALLY ROOTED INTO THE GROUND - HE NEEDS THEM FOR SPELLS AND POTIONS!

Fawning over you for real, he loves it.

Four:

1000% utilizing your muscles for making weapons (especially trying to make one for Wild)

He really admires your strength and your ability to keep up with everyone.

May ask to ride on piggy back on occasion.

Wind:

This kid is hanging off your arm like a jungle gym.

Attempts to do pull ups with your biceps.

Will ask for you to carry him via piggy back up the mountain because his legs hurt.

Bonus -

Fierce Diety:

Proud Dad

Cue the training music montage - another who likes to train with you - might even attempt to do curls or bench press you. You are his new apprentice now, there’s no escaping it.

Malon:

Malon is a STRONG woman herself and so she appreciates the extra muscle when it presents itself around the farm.

Definitely has you helping with heavy lifting around Lon Lon ranch.

Ravio:

1000% throwing his bags onto you and taking you to the markets, he loves having a strong person to go shopping with (Sorry Legend)

Practically swooning over you and appreciates you.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #linked universe headcanons #the chain x reader #lu fierce deity x reader #Lu malon x reader #Lu Ravio x reader #sfe #writing: the chain #sorry if there are typos

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

GFL girls watching a horror movie with their S/O?

yeah I rewatched emesis blue and I need to see other people get scared

(GFL) Kalina, Helianthus, G36, AK-15, RPK-16, Architect, Scarecrow, M16A1, G11, and HK416 watching a horror movie with their S/O

I just finished watching Stasis: Bone Totem for the past 7 hours personally. I'm sad now.

Kalina happily snuggles next to S/O, eating popcorn as S/O held onto her for dear life.

She wasn't that troubled by the horror movie they put on.

Mostly because it gave her some fantastic ideas for Halloween this year!

(S/O) "K-Kalina, why are you smiling?!"

(Kalina) "Hm...I think I can recreate that with some of the T-Dolls, the way we can utilize our stealth tech can make one helluva haunted mansion!"

(S/O) "You're going to monetize ghosts?!"

(Kalina) "Heck yeah, I am!"

She does jump at a few of the scares but laughs them off.

Helian can't help but wonder if this is what the younger couples did nowadays. Or rather, if they still did this kind of thing.

She sat with S/O in the darkness, huddled up next to them on the couch as the TV provided their entertainment for the night.

(Helianthus) "I doubt that this movie will be that scary."

It in fact, was that scary.

Some of the scares get Helian to scream, latching onto S/O.

Which she immediately tries to clear her throat and preserve some dignity.'

(Helianthus) "...Tell anyone about this, and you're a dead man/woman."

G36 has to put on her glasses in order to watch the film properly.

She couldn't help but fidget a little, she wasn't used to just...sitting down and doing nothing.

But admittedly, it was a nice change of pace.

G36 flinches at some of the scares, but she can't help but laugh at least a little, making sure S/O was comfortable.

Or more accurately, not scared out their mind.

(G36) "You are shaking a lot. Do you require warmer blankets?"

(S/O) "N-NO! Just...s-stay here, don't leave me alone!"

(G36) "Necromorphs are not real-"

(S/O) "C-Can we make sure the vents are locked tight tonight?"

G36 just smiles at that.

15 doesn't really understand why S/O is watching horror movies if they were scared of it.

If this was just some elaborate ruse just for 15 to hold them tightly, they could've just asked her directly.

Regardless, she obliges them because it made them happy.

She doesn't react in the slightest to any of the scares, finding the whole concepts of ghosts and spirits illogical.

(AK-15) "You know they don't exist S/O. Why are you so afraid?"

(S/O) "I-I don't know! It just freaks me out, alright?!"

She notices their heartbeat calms down at least a little if her arms are wrapped around them, which she comfortably holds them in her grasp the duration of the movie and night.

At least they trusted her strength so much, they believed she could punch a demon back to hell.

That makes her pride go up an substantial amount, though she doesn't vocalize it.

Otherwise, she doesn't flinch from a single thing in the movie, even the more grotesque parts.

16 is highly amused the entire time, watching as S/O is latching onto her during the movie.

She also can't help but wonder why humans would make something so strange.

Did they want to be scared? Was the human race nothing but masochists?

(RPK-16) "Why exactly did we choose this type of movie tonight, S/O? You seem to be trembling."

(S/O) "Well, I thought it'd be fun..."

(RPK-16) "Hm, well it gives me a few ideas on how to get some interesting reactions out of you at least."

For the remainder of the night, she has a smug grin on her face as S/O squirms and yelps from the scares.

She began to ponder on what exactly S/O was afraid of. The girl with long hair, the loud noises? This was going to be a fun time experimenting!

She isn't affected by the movie at all, save for getting ideas to scare S/O.

Architect is absolutely terrified with S/O, making her almost drop the bucket of popcorn and candy she has.

(Architect) "AGH! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

(S/O) "W-WHAT?! NO, WHAT?!"

Like S/O, she gets way too immersed in the film and the both of them are shaking in fear.

When they go to bed, Architect has her weapon directly next to the bedside, with S/O making no complaints.

(Architect) "I-If any demon bastard wants to go through that door, they'll be blown the hell up!"

(S/O) "...Wait, this is my room. Why did you have that in here to begin with-"

(Architect) "For situations like these! I don't wanna be killed by some ghost!"

Scarecrow finds this whole ordeal illogical. She doesn't get scared by anything, let alone by human entertainment.

The reason why S/O called her to watch these escaped her, but it's not like she had anything better to do.

She blankly stares at the screen as she feels S/O hug her tightly, her irises adjusting to the brightness of the screen.

Her voice remains monotone the entire time, slightly muffled by her mask.

(Scarecrow) "...Do I scare you as much as the scarecrow in this film, S/O?"

(S/O) "Um...Not really, you're a lot cuter.-"

Her eyes glanced over to S/O, noticing that they weren't teasing, mostly due to being afraid.

She finds amusement in their terror, but doesn't make a comment on their compliment.

(Scarecrow) "That is obvious."

(S/O) "UWAGH!?"

Scarecrow is held even tighter, making her sigh. Why are humans like this?

M16 just smirks when S/O asks her to watch a horror movie with them.

(M16A1) "Don't worry, I'm so bad that not even any monster will come near me!"

She puffs her chest out in pride when S/O finds comfort in her arms.

(M16A1) "Psh, I could beat the hell out of that blue demon."

(S/O) "B-But that's a supernatural ghost! You can't shoot ghosts!"

(M16A1) "I can sure try!"

She has the biggest smile on her face, just getting to enjoy this moment with S/O.

She's not really affected by the scares in the movie, just finding it funny more than anything.

G11 would be fast asleep if S/O didn't wake her up from their screaming.

The entire time, she is held like a teddy bear in S/O's arms, making her slightly annoyed.

(G11) "Loud..."

(S/O) "How can you sleep through that screaming and bloodshed?!"

(G11) "...It's not real."

(S/O) "B-BUT IT LOOKS SO REAL!"

(G11) "...Hm...I'm going back to sleep..."

She drools on their arms while S/O is never ever letting go of G11, for less romantic reasons this time around.

Not that she minded entirely, since it was comfortable.

Until S/O screamed and shook her awake, making her eyes groggily open before shutting again.

HK416 obliges S/O in watching horror movies.

After all, nothing like having the best T-Doll protect them, even from something as mundane as a film.

She only gets scared, because S/O screamed directly next to her.

(HK416) "GAH! God damn-why are you so loud?!"

(S/O) "S-Sorry, it just scared me!"

She rolls her eyes when she feels S/O get closer to her. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she muttered something under her breath.

(HK416) "If you were going to piss yourself, why are we doing this?"

(S/O) "I...I thought I could look braver if I could watch this with you here..."

(HK416) "Heh, some job you're doing."

She's going to lord it over her S/O that she wasn't scared once from the movie.

Until the final jumpscare made her recoil into S/O's arms, turning the tables.

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #kalina x reader #helianthus x reader #g36 x reader #ak 15 x reader #rpk 16 x reader #architect gfl x reader #scarecrow gfl x reader #m16a1 x reader #g11 x reader #hk416 x reader #kalina gfl #helianthus gfl #g36 gfl #ak 15 gfl #rpk 16 gfl #architect gfl #scarecrow gfl #m16a1 gfl #g11 gfl #hk416 gfl