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Unlucky Months III

Marjan Marwani x f!reader

I am gonna get tested for ADHD this month🥲 It's probably the reason why i can't finish most things i write, it's hard to explain but i got sm Motivation when listening to "Girls Girls Girls" by Fletcher that i just had to finish this. I'm sorry for the long af wait and the amount of people I've left holding with other requests

Part I Part II

Word count: 2k

Marjan rubbed her temples, she was still undecided. On one hand it was hard keeping herself from not telling you how she felt. But on the other…. On the other, she could not betray Allah.

The Muslim bit her cheek as you passed by. A little dolled up, ready to go to the bar with her. The whole team along with their significant others was going. You weren't her significant other but you had nothing else to do that night.

"Marjan? Everything okay?" you asked with concern when you noticed her staring.

The woman blinked out of her daze and smiled: "Yeah, everything's alright. Sorry." Pushing herself off the couch and walking towards where you were putting your shoes on.

You cocked your head to the side, trying to figure out why she had been so silent today. Must be tired. You thought to yourself. "Hey, if you are too tired and need to rest, we can stay home. You don't need to push yourself."

She stopped pushing her arm through the jacket sleeve and looked at you with scrunched brows: "What? I'm not tired. I guess I have some things on my mind. Going will help me loosen up, don't worry."

"Alright…"

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At the bar, you were having fun. The team was very welcoming and you were having nice conversations with them. Maybe I don't have to leave after all. Occasionally, you danced either alone or dragged Grace or Paul with you.

But still, you were worried about Marjan. She was keeping to herself, drinking mocktails and staring blankly at nothing.

You felt yourself getting a little light-headed, deciding to go outside for a moment to clear your head. You notified Paul before grabbing your little purse and heading out.

You walked to the corner of the bar outside, closing your eyes for a while to breathe in the air. You could still hear the thumping from inside. It usually wasn't that busy — by the team's words — but the band that was performing today had gathered quite the crowd.

You felt a buzz in your purse. A tired sigh left your lips at the bothersome thing breaking your peaceful moment. After opening your purse and taking out your phone, you glanced at the sky for a moment, preparing for the burn your eyes were going to take at the bright light of your screen. Squinting your eyes, you switched it on, first checking the time — 11:58.p.m — and then the notification. It was from your ex…

11:58.p.m Gigi: Hey Y/n😊

You bit the inside of your cheek. It's not like you and Gigi were on bad terms. The breakup was mutual as she moved away to pursue further her career and you were busy here but still. It was weird. You hadn't talked for years. What on earth could she want? Maybe to get back together? Maybe I can try it out with her since this Marjan thing is probably not going to work out?

"Hey, you okay?"

You jumped, dropping your phone. Looking at the one intruding your daze, you saw the familiar silhouette of Marjan. Cheeks warming at how you embarrassed yourself in front of her, you quickly grabbed your phone and stood up. "Uh, yeah!"

The woman tilted her head and you noticed a few locks of hair had pushed themselves out of her hijab. Your eyes widened. "Oh! Marjan, you got- Um your hair!" you stumbled over your words, trying to point on your head where the hair was. "Aghh, you know, I'll just do it myself!" you said, seeing as Marjan couldn't pinpoint where they were. You gently tried to push the hair back in her hijab but it was hard as you couldn't keep your hands steady. Feeling the way your skin warmed at the contact with hers, you felt like a teenager again. As if you had never touched a woman. You were just touching her forehead! You made eye contact with the Muslim accidentally and felt captured. The tight t-shirt you had chosen for tonight felt stuffy yet you felt bare at the same time, it was weird. Gulping, you averted your eyes, returning to fixing her hijab.

"You were having quite the fun inside with Paul and Grace," there was something odd about her tone — like something was bothering her.

"Uh, yeah," you laughed nervously, "they are kinda like my best friends right now. Um… You're too, of course!"

Somehow, Marjan didn't look happy with your answer. It only made you more nervous. Finally pushing the last strand of hair back under the hijab, you let your hands pull away from the beautiful woman. Only now did you realized how close the two of you were. Shoes almost touching. You took a step back. But almost immediately, she hooked her finger through the loop on your jeans and pulled you close again. Closer than before. Your bodies were only an inch from each other. Your wide e/c eyes staring at her coffee ones. The music from the bar drowned out. The raindrops dripping from the dark clouds above you were ignored. There was an invisible magnet between the two of you and you leaned closer, as did she. Hesitantly, your lips touched. You could tell she was inexperienced by the clumsy way she moved hers but it wasn't a big problem. She gave you the lead as you gently grabbed her face again and angled your head lightly. Giving the best gentle kiss to your capabilities. Pulling away for a moment, you gazed at her again but she looped her arms around your back and tugging you back into it. Eyes closing in the bliss. This time, she was more confident and tried to match you. Biting your lower lip gently. Separating your lips to deepen the kiss, you allowed her to push her tongue against yours. You could taste the watermelon and lime mocktail she had drank before coming outside and you loved it. But her inexperience was still easy to spot as she couldn't hold back the amount of saliva coming through. You curled your tongue around hers but then closed your lips again to gulp some of her saliva down, it was nasty sure but did you mind? Not really, still high from what had just happened.

"I was about to leave. We should go home and talk about this…" Marjan said, taking her arms off of you and stepping away.

Mutely, you nodded.

The Muslim woman called a cab and the two of you took a silent ride home, although she had shyly reached for your hand in the middle of it but when you stepped out, she didn't try to grab it again.

Once you entered her home again, you slipped on your slippers at the door and made your way to the couch, Marjan following suit.

The pretty woman took a deep breath, eyes closed. There was a second where both of you held your breath before she opened them again to look at you. "Y/n… The truth is, I really really like you. I feel this unimaginable attraction towards you that I haven't felt with anyone before. And well, I know it's against my religion but-"

You smiled and placed your finger on her lips. "Shh, Marjan it's alright. I could never expect you to leave Allah for me. But Marjan, I like you too and-and well… Are you sure you can't be loyal to Allah and be with a girl at the same time? I mean why should Allah doom you for doing the same as his other subjects? Following your heart? Loving?" you caressed her cheek tenderly, soft eyes softly gazing at her pained ones.

"I… Y/n, I've thought about that too. I can't abandon Allah but I can't abandon my feelings for you either. They would destroy me. I've done some research because well, I wanted to know if there are others like me and there are! And they are happily loyal to both Allah and their partners and I've decided… I've decided I'll do that too! I'm sure Allah will accept me. The truth is, I love Allah but I love you too! So, so much. I've had feelings for other girls before but it feels so different with you. It feels like when you're hurt, I'm hurt even more by seeing you in pain. It, I- I want to hold you, protect you and….and I would sacrifice so much for you. When I do anything — even the most boring tasks — with you, they are always my favorite parts of the day. I want to do everything with you." Marjan looked ready to burst into tears and it shocked you as you had never seen her be like this. She had grabbed your hand with both of hers and was squeezing it while holding it to her heart. Deep brown eyes staring into yours sincerely. "It's so confusing because this has never happened to me," she whispered, a few tears breaking through and sliding down her cheeks.

You wiped them away with the hand she wasn't holding. A soft smile on your face. Your heart was racing but it felt warm. She felt the same, maybe even more deeply than you. "Oh Marjan, I'm sorry to cause this battle with yourself for you. Had I known, I could've tried to help you."

"No, it was going to come sooner or later but just tell me, do you feel the same?" she dismissed your words, wanting an answer.

"I do Marjan, I do."

She released a teary yet relieved laugh, mouth corners higher than they have ever been. She grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you in. Giving you a quick kiss before pulling away and hugging you closer.

"We'll figure it out, I promise," you mumbled, snaking your arms around her middle, sinking into her chest as she laid back a bit.

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The first time Marjan appeared in front of you without her hijab, you hid your eyes behind your hand and turned around.

"What? Y/n? It's okay to look," Marjan laughed.

"Really?" you asked hesitantly, remembering how devastated she was when she once told you about how her hijab came off during a call and it was caught on camera.

"Yes," she assured you, touching your shoulder and turning you around.

You slowly opened your eyes, mesmerized by the woman in front of you. She was so beautiful, so gorgeous. With the hijab, without it. She still had that hesitant glint in her eye about this but she looked happy. You curled your hand around a lock of her hair and pushed it behind her ear. Pulling her close, you kissed her gently. "You're so beautiful Marjan, I love you."

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It was hard, of course it was. Seeing as you were atheist and she was Muslim, there came problems but nothing that good communication didn't help work out. The ladies at Marjan's mosque scrunched their noses when they found out that Marjan had a girlfriend. It distanced her from the others there even more but she was already used to it. It was nothing new. They already disliked her for her showy personality and 'manly' job. This new attitude didn't shake her.

Her prayers at dawn were a hard thing to get accustomed to as you were anything but a morning person but you felt guilty for not being awake then. But you got your job as a teacher back anyway and had to wake up early now too, so might as well wake up earlier. Although during school breaks, you would have to force yourself awake for 15 minutes (even when Marjan told you it's fine if you want to sleep). The reward was awarely cuddling back into Marjan's hold after she was done.

You didn't think you could ever turn to Islam but learning more about it was still nice. Especially when you could cuddle up to Marjan after she had saved some lives and she would tell you about different parts of the Quran and Islamic customs.

It was hard, it was different but it was also beautiful and exciting.

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imaginarypeteel · 2 years

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could you make a dru x reader please (sorry my bad english)

I'll add that to my list! Your English is good, dw💗

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Unlucky months II

Marjan Marwari x f!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Sum: Marjan is having trouble accepting herself

Part I Part III

A/N: I'm not against Islam. i have Muslim friends and we support each other whole heartedly. I am not trying to disrespect Islam in any way with this fic

Standing there, in front of the station few minutes before 8pm, you were taking deep breaths. In-out, in-out. You can do this Y/n. Yes, she's pretty. Yes, she's hot but she is not interested.

You were just going to walk into the large garage when Marjan along with Mateo and Paul walked out. They looked like they were having a small argument about something but shut up when they saw you.

You awkwardly smiled and waved: "Hi?"

Mateo and Paul exchanged looks before the Mexican stabbed the woman with his elbow lightly and the other man dragged him off to leave the two girls alone. "We'll leave you two to talk," told Paul.

"So... You wanted to talk? Or something?" you started.

"Yes, um, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. It was really rude of me and I understand why you would want to leave," she rushed sincerely, fingers twisting her hijab.

You raised a brow, "Why do i feel like there's a but?"

The Muslim laughed nervously, she licked her lips and looked around. "Probably because there is," she said finally, "I know you want to leave soon but I was thinking that maybe until then, you could stay with me and hey, if nothing happens while you do that then maybe... maybe you can stay. And before you say anything," the pretty woman shot you a glare, "I know you don't want to be a burden but I promise, you're not. I want you to stay with me. I am pretty sure you are homeless right now anyway."

You stared at Marjan for a while in silence, the gears in your head slowly working through her request/offer.

"But I've already brought enough trouble to you," you mumbled to yourself.

"Nah! Besides, when I rescued you from the fire, I got my few minutes of fame," she joked lightly.

You grinned at her words, "I mean okay, if it's really fine with you," you finally agreed.

"Great!" she exclaimed happily. "So uh, where is your stuff? We can bring it now and you can stay the night at mine's already."

You tongued your cheek in embarrassment while Marjan innocently waited for you to answer. "Um, all my stuff burned in the fire," you said, hiding your face behind your hands, so you wouldn't have to see the pity in the Muslim's eyes.

"Oh... I uh, I suppose you can use my clothes until we get you your new ones."

Wear... Marjan's.... clothes? Your face flushed like a rose at the thought. "I-"

"But if you're uncomfortable, we can go buy new ones right now!" the pretty woman rushed out.

"What? No, I just don't want to bother you too much. I mean you offering a place to stay is already so much more than I deserve," you tried to clear the misunderstanding, waving your hands around.

Marjan looked at you, chocolate eyes studying your face, trying to understand where you're coming from. "Oh, you're not bothering me at all. Don't worry! Really."

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you tried to think up the wording of your reply. What you wanted to say was: Fuck yes! I will be your slave and everything else you want. You just have to ask. But obviously you couldn't say that. "Okay then. Let's go?" you smiled politely.

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Looking around Marjan's home, you felt a bit out of place. The obvious Islam decorations made you fear what Marjan would think of you, if she found out you like women. More specifically - her.

"I'm sorry, i don't have an extra guestroom. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch," the woman apologized, eyes wide.

"What? Noooo, this is your home. Absolutely not." As if to make a point, you took off your shoes quickly and made your way to the couch. To be honest, it was much more comfortable than the bed in your original home. You could already feel your eyes closing when you had sat on it for a few seconds.

"I-Y/N?!" she exclaimed when you flopped to your side, eyes closed. The Muslim immediately rushed to your side. She touched your forehead and chanted your name to check if you're alright. After a while, she came to the conclusion that you had probably passed out from exhaustion but she couldn't leave you like this either. She gently shook your shoulders. "Hey! Y/N, wake up!" When you sleepily opened your eyes, she smiled: "Go take a shower, I'll find you clothes to sleep in."

"Okay," you muttered quietly and the woman swore it was one of the cutest things she had ever heard. The way it made her heart flutter was mind-blowing.

Holding your shoulders, Marjan guided you to the bathroom. "Oh yeah, there should be an unopened pack of toothbrushes in the upper drawer." Seeing your nod, Marjan closed the door to give you privacy. She let out a deep breath before taking quick steps towards her bedroom to find you something to sleep in.

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Marjan stood behind the bathroom door, hands lightly shaking as she held the pair of red pajamas. She had to take a few deep breaths to find courage to speak. It was pathetic, huh? She would climb into a car hanging between two walls but felt like baby rabbit when having to talk to a pretty woman. Helpless.

"Hey, Marjan? Have you found something already? I'm done with the shower."

Marjan's eyes widened, she had been so focused on her fear, she hadn't even realized that the water had been turned off. "Uh-yeah!" she replied.

You unlocked the door and reached out your hand, hiding yourself behind the door. The brown-eyed woman placed the clothes in your hand, feeling warm when your hands touched.

When you closed the door, Marjan stared at her hand for a few seconds before remembering that the couch needs sheets. Once again, she made her way towards her bedroom.

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Marjan huffed as she chose a heavier pair of dumbbells. She had to get her mind off of you. This was wrong. So wrong.

TK watched as the woman kept switching between harder and harder exercises. Clearly not paying attention to anything at all. He wiped his mouth lightly after taking a sip of water and made his way towards the woman. "You alright?"

Marjan set down the weights with a sigh and looked at the man. She chewed on her cheek. The brown-eyed woman sat down on the bench, putting her head in her hands. "Y/n," she just said.

"Y/n? What's with her?" TK asked, taking a seat beside her.

"I-I mean i fully support you and Carlos you know. I have nothing against LGBT but you know... It's against my religion and I keep having these thoughts and urges and-" both of them were silent for a few seconds. "When I was in school, I had them first and I hoped and prayed that it would go away. That I could be...well...normal. But as soon as I got over one crush on a girl, I got a new one. In my whole life, I have never really noticed men. Sure, I found some attractive but I didn't really spare them much thought. Women were always first in my mind. I've never acted on these feelings. Ever, because I know Islam forbids it. But with Y/n it's just that, well," Marjan trailed off. Staring blankly at the floor.

"The feelings are stronger?" TK asked calmly.

The Muslim gulped and nodded. She felt tears trying to break through and stream down her cheeks. "The thought of her with someone else hurts so much," she whispered, clutching the clothes on her chest.

"I can't speak on the religious part but back when I was in the closet, I was probably the most miserable that I have ever been. You know about my suicide attempts, yeah? Well I had the thoughts mostly then but I didn't have the guts to do it luckily. Anyway, coming out and accepting the part of me that could never fit with the cis hetero crowd made me feel better. If I were still in the closet, I would probably still be miserable. But I'm not, I'm with Carlos — the man I love the most — and I'm happy. I don't really see any differences between gay and straight couples, except maybe that the sex is better or maybe it's just us," he chuckled before shutting his mouth, "oh wait I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine."

They both took a sip from their water bottles.

"But is Allah really worth following if he is torturing you like this?"

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IM SOREY IT TOOK KE SO LONG, I was writing a full book for my project. Illustrated it too. I'm now back in business

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imaginarypeteel · 2 years

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Your few comments trigger new storylines in my head. Now that my project is over, I'm coming back to writing

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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So as many ppl as possible can see this

Seizure First Aid.

Learn it. Share it. Know it. Use it.

#first aid #important #seizure #seizures #seizures first aid #keep in mind #remember #remember this

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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The Unlisted

Kalpne ‘Kal’ Sharma

Really Kal?

Drupad ‘Dru’ Sharma

Jacob Annan

Kymara Russell

Gemma Khouri

Rose Aquino

Regan

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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Really Kal?

Kal Sharma x reader

Warning: Cussing, spoilers

Word count: 2k

You were waiting for Kal and Dru to reach the school impatiently. You had been sick for some time and were utterly creeped out already. This girl who was walking to school in front of you suddenly froze. She didn't respond when you asked if she's okay and few seconds after, just kept walking forward like nothing. Not to mention Regan was standing and guarding like a hawk.

You raised your brow as you saw Kal riding his bike faster than ever. He did a dramatic brake near you. "Y/n!" he called, smiling.

"Kal, what the hell? Why are you cycling so fast? Actually how are you cycling so fast? And where's Dru?" the boy's face dropped at your last question but he wiped it off quickly.

"Yeah, i wanna know too, where is Dru?"

asked Chloe as she ran over from her place beside Regan.

Once again, the grin that made you want to smile oh so stupidly fell and he clicked his tongue. "i don't know, probably in the library," he replied.

"Try the library!" yelled the ginger to the 'leader.'

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her action, Kal seemed annoyed as well.

"Anyway, I have been working out. Ya like it?" he grinned like a shit fox, placing his bike away and flexing his arms a bit.

"Yeah, sure, you became Usain Bolt within the few days, i was away. What's going on? Everyone's so weird and haven't even had one class yet."

"Heh, but it is true. I’ll tell you soon. It's nice to see you're okay now Y/n," the Hindi Aussie boy smiled and stepped to your side, awkwardly hugging you.

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"Y/n! You're back! Did you do the dental...thing the school had?" Dru asked as he dashed into the classroom.

"Uh no, my mum didn't allow it, remember? I went to the dentist last week."

Dru's eyes grew wide. "Oh no, listen. Just act like everyone else but get out of here as quickly as possible," the glassed boy rushed out quietly. You slowly nodded, not understanding what he meant but trusting your best friend regardless. He isn't one to make you skip school for no reason. You glanced at his twin who suddenly froze like the girl today and sat in a robot like way. Among others who did the same. By instinct, you mimicked their behaviour and awkwardly lip synched the Mandarin phrase. There was some Chinese boy in front of the classroom who was shifting his eyes around, they widened as his gaze met Dru and yours but he stayed put.

Miss Biggs introduced the Chinese boy before he started asking math questions in Mandarin. You started to sweat a bit, even more so when all of the others answered correctly with perfect pronunciation. What the hell? I thought they all sucked at Mandarin. You thanked Gods of all religions when Dru answered wrongly because now you won't be a complete loser if you're asked.

Luckily you weren’t.

When class ended, you tried to hide between the brothers and managed to slip past teachers long enough to get outside.

"Y/n, Dru, see you," said Jiao as he walked past. Both you and Dru stared after him confusion while Kal pulled you closer to him.

"What does he mean 'see you'. What the fuck is going on?" you grumbled upsetly and rubbed your ear, slightly distancing yourself from the more athletic one of the two.

"We'll explain soon, for now just go to the sewers, you'll be safe there," Dru rushed out as he looked around nervously. You glared at him for his order to go to the sewers but decided to surrender and just trust him.

"Miss Y/n L/n!" called a voice with clearly high authority.

You froze, as did the twins. Though the thing that went unnoticed by you was how Kal slid a bit closer to you protectively. "Yes Miss Biggs?" you smiled crookedly. "Can i help you?"

"You haven't done the dental checkup yet, come with me," she ordered with a sickly sweet smile.

Your eyes widened as you noticed the twins tense a bit. What the hell? "Uh you see, i already had an appointment with my dentist last week," you laughed awkwardly. The ginger woman didn't seem happy with your response.

"Everyone has to do it. Now come to the nurse's office with me, please." Her eyes were a bit slit and you could tell she was getting frustrated.

"Okay, i just need to go to the bathroom first," you excused yourself with a smile.

"You can hold it, the checkup won't be long," she hissed out, stopping you.'

"I'm afraid I can't hold my period. You should know that," you replied politely but anyone could tell you yourself were embarrassed. She can't deny this excuse.

"Fine," spoke the woman as she saw she was defeated.

You hurried to the bathroom, the twins after you. "Y/n!" called Dru when you were almost at the bathroom door. You looked up at him in confusion. "Get rid of your phone as well. Be completely off any radars," you nodded slowly and switched your gaze towards the other brother. Kal smiled at you, a bit sadly you would say.

You entered the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind yourself. You took a deep breath in before walking to the window in the bathroom. You opened it and climbed outside, slightly hissing as you landed badly on the grass outside. Regardless you started to walk towards the area you knew a huge opening to the sewers was. The wonders of having a little suspicious friends who can't help but be attracted to smoking at the weirdest places. Those friends not being Kal and Dru. At least you hoped so.

On your way there, you snagged a pair of sweatpants from someone's yard that were out drying. You do not plan on sitting in sewers in that stupid uniform skirt. You bought a hot dog and some snacks from a food truck with cash of course.

You slipped past the metal bars guarding the sewers, cussing when your ass got a bit stuck and you had to squeeze it through. The stench of the sewers was disgusting but you tried to ignore it and find a place you could comfortably change your clothes at. You felt your feet getting stuck behind something before an alarm that almost scared you to death blew across the tunnels. You jumped and then froze, e/c eyes wide. "Holy fuck! I am so gonna kill the dickhead who put this shit here." You stepped over the alarm triggering line and kept walking. The sounds had shut off.

You put a chewie in your mouth since you were getting bored just walking and getting lost in the stinky tunnels. Now that you think of it, you should've left a sign for the boys to find you. You cuss as you turn around to go back a bit and stay closer to the entrance but then, you were grabbed and a bag was put over your head. "OH WHAT THE HELL?! BUGGER OFF DICKHEADS! YOU FUCKEN' SLAGS, LET ME GO!" you yelled, thrashing around but it wasn't much use.

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You glared at the three girls and the guy who were keeping you here. "Can i at least go change out of this skirt to the sweatpants?" you asked upsetly. They exchanged looks with each other before nodding. You stand up and walk to a corner in their little hideout, they too gave you a bit privacy. It was weird to change but you sighed in relief when instead of the skirt, comfortable sweatpants were hugging your lower body. Even if they weren't your own. "Alright. Fine. I'm Y/n, what's your names?" you asked as you sat back down on your former place. They communicated in silence with each other again which made you sigh. "Look, i have no clue what's going either. I'm just here because my two mates told me to come here, so the school wouldn't do this dental thing on me," you explained, rolling your eyes.

Their eyes widened, "Your mates, are their names Dru and Kal perhaps?" asked the girl with more Asian looks.

You narrowed your eyes at her words. "How do you know them? Whats going on anyway?"

"Ah, Y/n, i was hoping you'd find them," said a familiar voice from the mouth of the room or so. "Let me explain but first, here, Kal wanted you to have this," you closed your eyes as a black-and-white hoodie was thrown at your face. Kal's black-and-white hoodie. You took the hoodie to your hands and rose a brow in question. "I'll explain what's going on and you'll understand why he couldn't give it himself." The tan boy sat down beside you ans started explaining. "So..."

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"So what you're saying is that this company that wants to show themselves as child friendly kid helpers is actually enslaving all the kids and making them into robokids with an implant they put into jaws during that dental checkup?" you asked with a disbelieving face.

"I know it sounds crazy but you saw what the others were like today. Have you ever seen Kal learn a word of Mandarin?" That was true, you had never seen Kal learn anything except new ways to piss Dru off.

"Fair, okay, i get it. What will you tell my parents though?" you asked, chewing your lip.

Dru looked at you with sad eyes, "For now, nothing." Fuck.

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You stared at the walkie talkie with teary eyes as you listened to how Kal was speaking with Regan. You looked down sadly. These implants were really changing him. Dru had ranted to you before on how much he had changed ever since he became an Elite. You thought before that it was just the twins getting annoyed of being with each other all the time but now you could see what he was talking about.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it," said Jacob as you leaned your head against Dru's arm sadly.

I want my Kal back. You thought as you closed your eyes and a single tear escaped your eye.

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Kal tongued his cheeks as you once again escaped from interaction with him. The only contact the two of you had done was when he had fallen on you in the tunnels because he was close to losing consciousness. After that, nothing. You had stayed behind to watch over Regan with Kymara and now you were all out and this part of the mission to take GCI was done.

"Y/n," he said firmly. You froze and turned towards him, avoiding eye contact. "Why are you avoiding me?"

You gulped and your eyes met with his chocolate ones for a moment and you were surprised to see the sadness and angst in them. "We heard you, I heard you," you replied quietly.

"What do you mean? What did you hear?" he questioned nervously, hoping and praying that it wasn't what he thought it is.

"With Regan, this Eliteness has gotten to your head, Kal. I mean, you were a dickhead before but you were my dickhead, the one i knew i could trust with my life. The one who traded spots with his brother because he was afraid of something. The one who despite being a jocky like asshole helped others regardless of their status. Now you're just, just..." you pressed our lips in a tight line and turned away. "I'm sorry you're just, I just..." you stopped talking completely and walked ahead without another word, following the rest of the Unlisted. The implanted twin stared after you sadly.

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You and Dru caught Kal as he fell after the device was destroyed, you hissed at the pressure your injured arm was put under. While trying to stop Kal from chasing after his brother, he had roughly pushed you against the stone wall, a sharper point in it tearing an ugly wound on your arm that you had shielded your head with. It was probably infected by now.

"Ow, my head," groaned the boy who was just released from the control of Emma Ainsworth's despicable gadget. He tried to stand up by himself but wobbled right back into your embrace.

"Kal! Relax, you can lean against us. We'll help you. I promise," you said softly. He smiled shakily and rolled his head against your neck, still conscious but weak. His soft yet hot breaths against your skin made you turn a bit red but you ignored it. The two of you helped him outside where Dadi and rest of the Sharmas were waiting for you.

"My little wombats!" she exclaimed and came running over, engulfing the three of you in a tight hug, you squeezed your eyes shut in pain. "Kal, are you okay? What about you Dru? And you Y/n, are you okay?" she gasped as she saw your arm. "Your arm!"

You ran towards the bathroom after you had heard Kal scream like a little girl. "Kal! Are you okay? What happened? Open the door!" you rushed out. The door opened and your friend stood there like he had seen a ghost. He looked at you dead in the eye as he pointed at something with shaky hands. You frowned and slipped into the bathroom, trying to ignore that he had been in the middle of a shower and just had a towel wrapped around his waist. And then you saw the problem. "Really Kal? You have lived in Australia your whole life and you're afraid of a huntsman? Really?" you shook your head. "By the way, this is Bobby, he is our bathroom spider, if you see one at the toilet, then that's Ronald, our toilet spider."

At his Dadi's words, the former Elite rose his head from its place on your shoulder. "What's with your arm?" he croaked out, searching for the source of the problem. His eyes widened as his gaze came across the wound. "Woah, how did that- Did I do that?" the boy asked, guilt washing over his face. You bit your lip and nodded slowly. You felt bad as you saw the few tears starting to make their way down his cheeks. You gently put the hand of your injured arm on the Hindi Aussie's handsome face, "Hey, you weren't in control. It was Emma Ainsworth, okay? You couldn't've been able to control this dog's breakfast okay? I don't blame you, i blame that slagger who was in a serious need of a wristy," you chuckled as did Kal. "We'll talk more but first we both need a checkup.

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"You have two of these things?!" he squeaked out, shuffling further from the arachnid on the mirror. You nodded. "When we get our own place and start living together, you and I are gonna have a talk on this," he said, not realizing what words exactly he had let out of his mouth.

"Oh? You think we're gonna live together?" you smirked, turning your body away from Bobby and towards the handsome bloke with that amazing fluffy hair.

Kal's eyes widened as he realized what he has spoken out and he averted his gaze. "I-I mean uh, I," he stumbled over his words, getting tongue tied and in turn, becoming even more nervous.

"Heh, why not but we'll talk about it after you get some clothes on," you laughed, walking back out. The raven headed boy twisted his face in confusion at your words and looked down before realizing what you meant and hiding himself away.

You were on the couch, trying to choose a movie you could watch. You gave up on the adult and teen account and switched to the kids one. You heard laughing behind you and grumbled. "Ever the mature Y/n, i see." Kal plopped down beside you and 'sneakily' let his arm stretch out behind your shoulders.

"These," you pointed at the TV, "are far more interesting than those 'mature' ones," you argued.

The boy smiled at you quietly, letting you choose anything you want.

Carmen Sandiego

"Le Chevre and El Topo should just kiss already, they're so cute," you squealed as another scene with the two came up.

"Hey Y/n, do you think we would look cute together?" asked your favourite of the two after your words.

You looked up at him, the two of you had cuddled closer during the series binge. The handsome boy had a serious face on as he stared back at you. You smiled and booped his nose, "Of course we would. Do you want to look cute together?" you replied, ignoring how Carmen was beating the fuck out of the A.C.M.E A agents.

Kal grinned cutely. "I do, I really really do."

#x reader #the unlisted #the unlisted x reader #kal sharma #dru sharma #kal sharma x reader #netlfix #netlfix x reader #fanfiction #the unlisted fanfiction #kalpen sharma #kalpen sharma x reader #drupad sharma #carmen sandiego

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News flash

Theo Raeken x reader

Word count: 800+

Summary: You get hurt and Theo saves you

You growled as threatingly as you could while you backed against a tree, muscles tense and glowing eyes switching between 3 hunters. One had a bow pinned at you, second one a gun and the third one was nearing you with a dagger that you could tell had been rubbed wolfsbane on.

How could I be so stupid!? Coming out at night?! Y/n you are a true genius. You scolded yourself while trying to find a way to escape. Being a werewolf wasn't completely new to you, you had begged Scott to bite you yourself because maybe you were a little too obsessed with mythical creatures to the point where you wanted to be one. Well that wasn't completely it, you had seen Scott being attacked by a stranger werewolf and your protective friend side had turned on, feeling the immense need to tear anyone who breathed wrongly on your friends to shreds.

Look where that got you Y/n.

Being occupied with finding a moment to flee, you didn't notice another pair of glowing eyes approaching. Just as you saw the one with a dagger preparing to strike and were ready to say goodbye to ever drinking coffee again, the hunter with a gun was snatched backwards and thrown down the hill you had tried to escape to. The hunter with a bow tried to shoot but the darkness didn't allow him to shoot correctly and he missed. You noticed the one in front of you being distracted, so you knocked the dagger out of her hand and elbowed her side under the rib. She gasped, not wasting a second you smacked the side of her head the best you could to knock her out.

"Wow, you should not be doing that with a wound like that, princess," you heard the voice of an all too familiar person.

Theo jogged towards you after making sure the two other hunters were unconscious.

"Those are just small slashes, I can very well smack a hunter," you smiled and fluttered your lashes playfully. Sure you hated him once but didn't want to live forever with hate. Living the life you did, hate might just be the last thing you feel for a person.

Theo checked the 'small slashes' on your arm before giving you a worried look with those adorable honey eyes. "Those are not just small slashes, if we don't fix that soon, you'll..." the usually never at loss of words man now trailed off and- Am i seeing that correctly? Is that- Is that fear?! Theo Raeken and fear? Wait, wait, wait, what does he mean not just small sla- OMFG I'M GONNA DIE.

"Oh...OH!" you exclaimed as the pieces clicked into place in your head. "Theo oh my god, I'm going to die! What the hell?!"

"No!" Theo growled as he put your flaying arms to your side, "You are not going to die, princess!" After snarling those words to you, he grabbed your waist and started dragging you towards his car with fast steps.

When the two of you reached his car, you were writhing in pain and whimpering, tears streaming down your face. "It hurts, it hurts so much!" you cried out. Theo stuffed you on the backseat.

"Y/n... I'm sorry but this is the only way," the boy apologized. He grabbed one of your hands and with his other hand, grabbed his firelighter and clicked it so the flame appeared. You could feel your pain leaving your body and could focus again.

Your e/c eyes widened when you saw the fire reaching your body. "Theo-"

Even though he started to burn your skin to cure the wolfsbane poisoned slashes, you didn't feel the pain. Instead the handsome chimera was teary eyed and whimpering.

"Oh my God, Theo!" You yelped. "You stupid, stupid idiot!"

Nevertheless, he didn't stop until every single wound had been completely burned through. He only loosened his grip on your arm once the wounds started to heal.

You stared at your arm before throwing yourself at him. "Why would you do that!? Burning is the most painful thing in the world! You were curing me already, why would you do that to yourself?" you scolded him.

He loosened his grip on the lighter that had already lost its blaze and hugged you back. "You're wrong, seeing you in pain would be the most painful thing in the world for me. I can endure it if it's me but if you..." The chimera tightened his grip on your beaten and bruised body and buried his nose deep into your neck. "Y/n, I love you. Really, really love you. It hurts me when you're in any pain and I can't risk losing you or myself without telling you how I feel."

Your eyes were wide as plates you wolf down pasta off of at his confession. You played with his damp hair while thinking of what to say in return. Of course you loved him as well. How could you not when he had proved how much he can and had changed. How much he would do for all of you. And that cute smile and hair. "I-" you stuttered, "i love you too Theo but don't you ever take all of my pain from me ever again because news flash, it hurts me when you're in pain."

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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Can you do a Owen Strand x reader?

Oh....my.....god....YES! I've had thoughts about fics with him for two weeks now and been struggling with current projects because of that. Yes, of course🤗

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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OMG PPL HAVE STARTED TO WRITE FOR MATTY

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A Little Problem

Mateo Chavez x reader

Word count: 2k

Summary: A new cat in a shelter you volunteer at has caught your attention and your cat allergic boyfriend is worried

Requested by anon

Genre: I think fluff? Maybe a lil angst?

The relationship between you and Mateo was great. The two of you didn't fight much, you worried for his safety but knew he loved his job, got along with his crew and family, so did he with your friends and family. It was amazing. Really.

There was just one thing bothering the man.

You were a perfect example of a to-be cat lady. Your phone gallery was full of cats, your house decorations had cats, your keychain was a cat, your follow list on all of social media were mostly cats, your comfy clothes were about cats, the books you had were about cats, your search history was about cats, you volunteered at cat shelters and you absolutely wanted a cat.

The problem?

Mateo is allergic to cats.

Now you tried to play it off like it didn't bother you and said that you don't want a cat (which was an obvious lie of course).

The man knew that a cat at a shelter had even caught your attention like it was the most captivating thing in the world. One day you came home from volunteering and - after getting rid of all the cat fur that was on you - started talking on and on about a new siamese like cat that was brought in.

Mateo felt bad about it. He felt like he was holding you back from doing something you longed to do.

So he just sat back and silently listened to you ramble on and on about the pretty blue-eyed feline while he thought if he should let you go.

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"Hey! Probie? Are you listening?" Marjan asked seriously as she gently pushed Mateo.

"Hm? Sorry, yeah, um, what were you saying?" he apologized as he washed the inside of the door handle.

"Do you think we should take Buttercup away for a while, so she could see that we are great too and TK is not that awesome?" Paul asked while throwing a glare at the younger Strand.

TK just shook his head playfully, "You're being stupid. The dog just likes me better because there's much more to like."

Marjan and Paul immediately protested at his words but Mateo stayed quiet.

Eventually, the others noticed his silence as well, when he didn't argue with TK's remarks and eyed him oddly but he didn't notice. Way too busy thinking what would be the best course of action with your cat ladiness.

When the silence continued from the young man during the whole shift and he even made mistakes with the easiest things, Marjan decided to bring it up while she, Mateo and Paul were walking home.

"Hey Probie, you alright? You've been weird today," she said with worry while setting her hand on his shoulder gently.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah, I guess um..." he wasn't sure how to tell the two of them what's bugging him but he didn't even get a chance to try.

"Let me guess. Something about you and Y/n?" Paul worded knowingly as he eyed his friend.

"Yeah... Um, she really really likes cats and i mean really. And now there's this cat that she has been rambling about for weeks and you know i am allergic and she says it's fine and she won't take a cat and doesn't want to but it's painfully obvious and-" Mateo lowered his gaze and sadly watched his feet move while they walked. "And i feel like I'm holding her back and i don't want to do that. I want her to be happiest she can be and i feel like i can't give her that," the man mumbled while scratching his arm with discomfort.

Marjan massaged his shoulder and exchanged a look with Paul who shrugged his shoulders as he didn't know what to do either. She slid her tongue over her teeth as her dark eyed gaze returned to the young man. "Don't worry, we'll think of something. For now, just go home and hug her," she comforted him when they reached the front of your and Mateo's apartment.

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When they were at work the next time and - as always - Mateo had to prepare lunch for the crew. His phone pinged bird like, so the man carefully sneaked towards the object, fingers spread cramped as he didn't want to stick them together with the dough. When he checked what it was, a small smile stretched on his face. You often sent him messages during work to send him motivational quotes, cheer him on or just tell him what to do at home if he got there before you.

His smile dropped and he sighed as he saw that you had sent him a text but it also included a picture. A picture of you at the cat shelter, blowing a kiss at him through the phone. And while the focus of it wasn't on any cat, he could still see the grey and white cat calmly sitting on your shoulder.

Babe❤️: I hope my favourite firefighter is kicking emergencies asses

Babe❤️: Be safe Matty and come back home, love you

Babe❤️: [picture]

Mateo nibbled on his lip before texting back.

Hey darling, we haven't been too busy today

Is that her?

He has waited a bit to say that, thought it over few times, unsure if he wanted to go deeper into the cat talk.

Few Seconds went by before he got a reply.

Babe❤️: Yesssss, daz Jamie. Isn't she gorgeous?

Babe❤️: Btw, how's Buttercup and the crew? I saw a video of Marjan's hijab coming off. Is she okay?

And just like that, the man's smile was back. Of course you'd worry about the others.

She's a bit off but otherwise okay. You can talk to her after work I guess.

Babe❤️: Okay, fingers crossed everything will turn out okay

Babe❤️: I have a new client tomorrow, so I'll be out most of the day but I'll try to find time to hangout with her

You worked as a landscape designer for a small but averagely successful company. He was very proud of you because you got to do what you loved and you did it with passion.

"Okay, when you're done texting, tell us what that sigh was about," his train of thought was interrupted by his crewmates who were all staring at him with curiousity and worry.

"Oh! It was nothing," he laughed it off and returned to making lunch.

To the young man's horror, he hadn't closed his phone properly and Paul and Marjan couldn't help but get nosy.

The woman grabbed his phone and swiped a bit. "Damn dude, you are whipped," she laughed with Paul. Mateo rose a brow at them before his eyes widened and with rosy cheeks, he told them off.

"By the way, is she with cats right now. Aren't you allergic to cats? Is that why you're sighing?" Paul asked while placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder.

Mateo stopped mixing the dough, his shoulders shagged and he sighed loudly.

"Yeah actually, I love her so much and I know she does too but if you'd only see how her eyes light up when she gets to talk about cats. Especially that one, Jamie. She says she doesn't need a cat and is happy with what we have and that we can take a dog in the future but I know a cat is what her heart yearns for, that cat is what her heart years for. I feel like I'm holding her back from doing something she wishes she could do. I feel like it will slowly drive us apart. I won't be able to handle that."

The crew was silent for a while, all sympathizing with the dark haired young man and thinking of a possible solution, so the couple wouldn't have to break up over a cat.

"You know, before I told her I was allergic, she told me a past experience she had with an ex and her cat at the time..."

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"You know, my ex absolutely hated cats. He was that dog person who only worships dogs and every other animal is dirt in their eye, especially cats," you scowled while rubbing butter on your bread as the two of you waited for your food to be brought out. "He met my cat once and even though Marshimallowy gave off clear signs of irritation and to back off, he still touched him and of course he scratched him then," the e/c eyes of yours made a big roll while saying that. "He then complained that if I want him to stay, I have to give him up. Like hello? You invaded his space and are demanding I give him up? He has been with me since I was a teenager and tolerated my complaining and comforted me through hard times but I have known your sorry ass for only few weeks," you angrily bit your bread and rubbed your forehead. "So like, of course I broke up with him cause absolutely no one can tell me to give up my pet. No one. If they do, they aren't worth my time," you simply said as you sipped wine. For a moment you got a sad face, "He died a bit after that but those few more weeks i got with him after that were worth more than spending a lifetime with that guy and his super loud hunting hounds. Not to say i don't like dogs, i just hate dog people."

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"But you aren't like that, Probie," Marjan comforted him as she put her hand on the young man's shoulder.

At around that time, Captain strolled around to get his coffee because can he survive without it? Probably not. "And what are you all gathering here for? Did Probie do something?"

Mateo just quietly turned around and showed the New York man the picture on his phone. The captain glanced at the photo and rose his brow. "Okay? You and Y/n got a hypoallergenic cat? Why is everyone so quiet and sad about that?"

It took Mateo few seconds to process his Captain's words before he wide-eyedly mumbled, "What? What do you mean?"

Owen looked at the photo again, "That's clearly a siamese cat, they are hypoallergenic."

Mateo's eyes started shining and wide smile spread on his face. "For real?! Oh my- Thanks cap, you probably just saved my relationship." Come to think of it, he never really sneezed or had hard time breathing or had any other allergic signs after you came from the shelter.

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You were fumbling with your keys somberly, your client had flipped when he saw that a woman was going to landscape his high end garden and immediately he stopped being a client and cut contacts with your company. Now even after handling your papers, you were still mad at the sexist rich man and went to the cat shelter, so you could cuddle with Jamie before ranting to Mateo while cuddling with him. But when you got to the shelter.

Jamie was adopted.

Now of course you were glad that the cat was going to have a home after you found her abonded and close to death because "she is too mischievous" is what her former owners said when the shelter contacted them after finding a microchip. But you were still sad that you couldn't hug your favourite cat anymore.

Opening the front door, you slid in and started taking off your shoes.

"Welcome home, babe," called Mateo from the kitchen.

"Hi, thanks," you dragged out while rubbing your head a bit. You didn't mind showing your emotions beside Mateo. He wouldn't judge you, you know that.

You slowly padded towards the dark haired man and wrapped your arms around his torso, nose pushed into his back. Not noticing the pet food bowls in a corner.

"Bad day?" he asked as he rolled the rice around in the pan. You didn't reply vocally but nodded, face rubbing against his navy blue shirt. "Well the food will be ready in a bit, can you set the table?" he asked gently. Leaving the spatula beside the pan and rubbing your hands softly.

You whined a bit but retreated your arms from around his strong body and took few steps to his left and opened a cupboard. Rising to your tippy-toes a bit, you reached for the plates and took two cups from beside them. You set the dishes on the table before sliding towards the fridge in your socks and opening it, quickly you skimmed over what you had. "What do you want to drink?" you asked your boyfriend, mood lightening a bit.

"Juice is fine for now," he answered while reaching to the cupboard a bit higher than the plates and cups and got a bowl. In few seconds, all of the cooked rice was in the bowl. He really is swift in the kitchen.

You grabbed a pack of plum juice and slid back to the table. You chose the cup with your zodiac sign, so he could have the "I'm a firefighter being hot is my job" cup. Suit him well.

Mateo put the bowl of rice on the table and stilled, his beautiful dark eyes ran over what you had set before chuckling.

You stared at him with confusion as he opened the drawer with knives and forks and spoons and teaspoons and etc. Brain lagging like an old laptop that has way too many games downloaded and forced to run them, it took you few seconds to realize you hadn't taken out the cutlery. E/c eyes widened, you smacked your lips, "Oh my gosh, Teo, I'm so sorry!"

He laughed as he took out the necessary items, "it's okay, darling." He handed you a fork and a knife and placed a pair on his plate aswell.

You expected him to sit with you as you placed your butt on a chair but instead of that, he bent down, and opened the big drawer with dry food in a way that gave you a nice view of his ass while you wondered what he was getting from there. With confusion, you watched as he took out a bag of cat food.

"Babe why did you-" you stopped talking when you noticed a pale colored cat rubbing itself against your boyfriend's feet. You could recognize that feline anywhere. "Jamie!" you exclaimed and jumped out of your seat.

The cat looked towards you with perked ears and meowed back at you, she came towards you and rubbed her side against your legs before returning to your boyfriend.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched Mateo pour some of the cat food in a red bowl. "B-But I don't understand... T-Teo you're allergic! Why-Why would you-" you mumbled.

Mateo pet Jamie few times as he put the bowl on its stand. The dark eyed man smiled at you before coming closer and engulfing you in a warm hug. "She's a siamese cat, hypoallergenic. Of course I'll still have an EpiPen nearby but i can enjoy her presence now too," he explained and rubbed his nose against yours. "You kept talking about her and I felt guilty for keeping you from her but thankfully" - he pecked your nose - "i was told that i won't die in her presence."

Few tears slipped down your cheeks before you squeezed the life out of your favourite firefighter. "Oh Mateo! I'm so sorry for making you feel like you have to do something like this but thank you, really."

"Hey, I'll get to finally enjoy cats too and see what you've been talking about all the time."

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The two - well three of you were in your bed, Mateo being the pillow of the two. Your head was rested on his left arm while Jamie found comfort on his strong chest.

"Mateo," you mumbled.

"Hm?" he hummed, hypnotized by the purring furball.

"You attract the best pussy," you yawned before closing your eyes.

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I'm sorry, online school hogged up all my time(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

#x reader #mateo chavez x reader #911 lone star #911 lonestar #911 x reader #911 fanfic #catlady #fluff #911 lone star x reader #mateo chavez #i love you mateo #IM SORRY IM SO LATE

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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I was working on this Bobby Nash fic when i accidetally deleted it. Silly me hadn't made a backup. Sorry about the delay anon

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imaginarypeteel · 3 years

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I feel this on so many levels 😭😭😭😭😭

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Unlucky Months

Marjan Marwani x fem!reader part I

Sum: Getting into life-threatening accidents seemed like something you would be an olympic champion at, but could something good come out of it?

Word count: 2k

Part II Part III

A/n: Some things may not be accurate because I'm not a professional firefighter and I swear I put much research into like finding out when firefighter shifts end but only got their schedules (aka how Long it takes to do a task) and I'm so sorry that it took so long

You had to be the unluckiest person in the world. In a matter of two months, you had gotten into not one, not two but four accidents. Two of them being car crashes(you drove at only one of them), one of them being your apartment building catching fire and last one being you getting trapped at an underground parking lot.

And every single time, the same firefighters came to your rescue.

"Hello Miss, I am- Y/n? You again? Wow," you heard the familiar laughter of Marjan as you waited to be rescued from the rented car that had you knew full well had a giant piece of cement on it. No way, not them again. Your face flushed, your unluckiness was embarrassing.

"Y/n? You serious?" TK asked as he came into view. Gosh, you were going to move after this. You did not want to meet them again, it was too embarrassing.

"I don't know how this keeps happening to me," you whined.

They both chuckled while you bashfully looked away, "Ah-ah-ah Y/n, you know very well that you are not supposed to move your head," Marjan scolded you with amusement as she got to work. You grumbled but kept still, looking forward.

Your window had broken and the glass shards had cut the side of your face. Even more medical bills, yay. Your teacher self could totally afford this. Your students probably weren't complaining though.

Marjan leaned over you through the window for a moment and you changed color. The female firefighter was so hot and you had no sex or romantic life whatsoever, so it wasn't even that surprising that you were attracted to her.

Marjan cut your seatbelt and put the collar on you. "At the moment, seems like the door is our biggest problem, she's not stuck. You got lucky Y/n," you sighed in relief. "Again," the muslim teased. Gosh this was never going to end. Once you were going to be released from the hospital, you were skipping town. Maybe the curse of always getting into accidents was going to be lifted then.

Marjan said something but you couldn't catch it. The shock was wearing off and you started to feel the pain, your head was buzzing and ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton.

I'll just close my eyes for a moment, just for a moment. You were drowsing off. Marjan noticed, "Hey hey hey! Y/n, don't go asleep right now. Keep your eyes open, okay?" she got no response which alarmed greatly. "Y/n! TK, she's lost consciousness."

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Finally, you were out of the hospital again. You got lucky. Kind of. Your bank account certainly didn't think like that. The bills from the last three accidents still hadn't been paid off, let alone the parking lot one. Your parents lived in Wooster. Maybe you could go and live with them for sometime because no way were you risking meeting 126 crew again. But maybe you could go give them something as sort of a goodbye and thank you gift. You did want to see Marjan again, you know, for the last time.

Mind made up, you decided to walk towards the closest bakery you could find to buy a cake for them. You were not risking driving any vehicle for sometime.

You came across a small bakery on your way to 126. It was cute and probably family owned. While looking at the cakes, a chocolate oreo one caught your eye but then your eyes went on the price and they almost popped out. Still, they did save your life four times.

Swallowing, you told the teenage girl behind the register that you were ordering that cake. She smiled and brought it out, telling you the price. Nervously, you gave her the money in cash and accepted the packed cake. Let's hope I'm not going to get hit by a car now. You thought while stepping out of the bakery.

~~~

Luck was now on your side, you didn't get hit by any car or anything like that. You knew the path to 126 well, you had come to their station for few field trips with your students. It was embarrassing that you knew them all by their names already. You weren't even sure if they were in today.

You saw Marjan and Mateo washing the truck. Releasing a shaky breath, you walked towards them.

Mateo noticed you first, "Hi Y/n," his dark eyes went on the box you were holding.

Marjan turned her body to face you too. "Y/n! What are you doing here? You were released already?"

You smiled shyly, "Yeah I was just released few hours ago. And um, I wanted to give this to you guys since you have saved my life four times already and probably as a goodbye gift, since I'm going to leave this place."

Marjan frowned, "Leave as in?" she trailed off.

"Leave as in, move away. I'm going to go back to my parents and then find a new place to live at because it seems as if I'm cursed here. Besides, I'm behind on my new apartment bills because I'm trying to pay for the medical ones," you sighed, "Here," you pushed the cake into Mateo's hands.

"Wait, where do your parents live?" Marjan asked, she seemed a bit sad.

"Wooster, Ohio."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, I should probably get going now. Thanks for saving me again and goodbye," it was awkward saying that and slowly, you turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait Y/n!" Marjan called out.

"Hm?"

The female firefighter ran towards you, "Don't you want to meet the whole crew before leaving?" she asked smiling, a bit sadly you would say. You thought about her request, why not? You were not going to see them ever again.

"Okay."

The Muslim woman smiled brightly at that, "Awesome, come on." She basically dragged you to the kitchen, lips stretched into a wide grin.

"Look what I got here guys," Marjan exclaimed, gaining the other firefighters' attention.

"Y/n, what are you doing here? Got into another accident?" TK teased but you saw his eyes flick on the bandages on the side of your face. Your cheeks reddened, "Nono, I'm just here to say thank you and goodbye."

Paul frowned but not as deeply as Marjan had, "What do you mean goodbye? Are you sick?"

Rapidly, you shook your head, "Nono, I hope at least. I'm just moving back to Ohio." You noticed that TK, Paul and Judd's eyes flicked towards the beautiful woman still holding onto your arm that she had raised. Quickly, Marjan let go and looked away a bit.

"Why's that?" Judd asked oddly.

"Come on, you've had to save me from life-threatening situations four times this month. It feels like I'm cursed or something. I'm behind on all my bills and I haven't even lived in that apartment for three weeks and the landlord is breathing down my neck with kicking me out already. I'll just stay at my parents' since I have nowhere else to go unless I wanna live in the forest, which I don't." The men exchanged looks which made you feel weird. Why are they looking like that?

"You could stay with one of us though?"

You stared at Paul with confusion at that suggestion. "Um... Thanks but no, I don't want to be a burden. Besides like I said, it's like the city doesn't want me here, so... Yeah."

"Nonsense, these just hasn't been your months," Marjan scoffed matter of factly.

You sighed, "These wouldn't have been my months if something like missing the bus happened a lot and if I would be getting fired but I have almost died four times this month."

"So? We've saved you from every single one of them and you've gotten away with minor injuries."

You eyed the pretty-faced Muslim, trying to figure out what she was getting at. You saw TK shake his head.

The woman beside you walked off and squatted beside a bernese mountain dog, ruffling its fur with a frown on her gorgeous face. Why is she this upset about me moving? Is it possible that my small crush is not one-sided? Nono, gay relationships aren't really accepted in the Muslim religion.

"Err... Okay, I'll be going... then," silently, you walked past Marjan and headed outside.

~~~

You got to be kidding me. You thought as you saw the familiar truck of 126 pull up. You had been walking to the small rental apartment you were staying at - now that your previous one had caught fire - when you saw a teenage couple fighting and hadn't noticed that they were crossing the road with a red light nor the huge truck heading their way.

You had rushed over while telling someone to call 911 since your phone had been left inside when your previous apartment building caught fire and you hadn't been able to buy a new one. The guy didn't take as much damage as the girl, well at least you think so because you couldn't see the girl. The guy had flown few feet away. You had stuffed a woman's jacket under his neck to keep his head in position so his airways would be clear. When you noticed that he wasn't breathing, you started to do CPR. Not mouth-to-mouth but did do chest compressions.

Marjan hopped out of the truck first. She ran over immediately, "Y/n? What are you doing here?" she asked while taking over on the compressions.

"I was saving the guy, what does it look like?" you asked, face sweaty and cheeks puffed from doing the compressions.

"But you aren't hurt right?" she asked, worry written all over her magnificent face. This Marjan was completely different from the one you had talked to in the firehouse.

"No, I'm okay," you said slowly, still surprised by this worried Marjan.

"But Marjan," you called out.

The woman raised her head, "Yeah?"

You looked around trying to spot the person you were about to talk about, "He was fighting with his girlfriend - or at least seemed like a girlfriend - when crossing the road. They didn't see the truck coming and when they did, it was too late... I don't know where the girlfriend is."

Marjan's dark eyes widened. "Captain!" she yelled.

Owen ran straight over, "Yeah?" he questioned, taking a note of you being there.

"Y/n said that there was another female victim," the female firefighter informed her captain.

"What? What did she look like?"

You looked around again, "Like, like," something on top of the power pole wires caught your attention, "Like that!" You pointed at the dangling form.

There was a second of silence before Owen started yelling orders.

The boy Marjan was giving compressions to and who Paul had put a neck collar on and set the ambulatory bag on his face started breathing. And right as the two were picking him up with the spinal board, he came back to consciousness. "Wha-What happened?" he breathed out.

"You had an accident but don't worry, we got you," Marjan informed him gently. "Lyla?" he called out quietly. "Your girlfriend? We're helping her right now. Don't worry."

"What's your name? I'm Marjan and that's Paul."

"Mgh, Ian," he groaned painfully.

"Well, nice to meet you Ian. Try to keep yourself awake, okay?"

They put Ian into an ambulance. Marjan ran back to you, "Um Y/n, I'm sorry about how I acted before."

"It's okay," you smiled.

Marjan was quiet, "Um yeah. Thanks. Can you err, come to the station at 8pm?" she asked, a bit shyly.

"Sure, go save some lives now," you hurried her away.

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Thank you for reading!

To be continued bc imma add a lot of drama to this since lgbtq isn't recognized in Islam

#x reader #marjan marwani x reader #marjan marwani #911 lonestar #911 lone star x reader #911 fanfic #Marjan marwani fic #lesbian #lgtb #muslim #911 lone star imagine #Marjan marwani imagine #gay #to be continued #part 1

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