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a-snowpoff · 2 years
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GOOD GIRL, YOU’RE JUST LOST AREN’T YOU?
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Strangers
nsfw mdni 🔞
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cw: fluff & smut, roleplay kink, unwanted male attention, drunk sex?, all consensual baby, need him like a dog needs a bone, afab reader, cunt & other words like it used, lewd?? long for no reason
a stranger with a black surgical mask
hes imposing at the bar, bigger than any of the other patrons even with his shoulders hunched.
he watched you from across a bar, has been since you walked in. his eyes never left your body even when you slipped into a small booth just in his line of sight.
his dark eyes keep you on the edge of your seat every time you happen to glance at them from your spot across the pub.
you peek at him over the rim of your glass, nursing your liquor. it doesn't seem his eyes have left you once. his whiskey goes untouched
he doesn't seem to be shy in the traditional sense. he has no problems staring at you from his seat at the bar top.
the man rolls his broad shoulders, sitting up straight.
Christ, he's even bigger..
you look away quickly, back down to the drink and bar snacks in front of you. nervously, you fiddle with your phone, scrolling just to make it seem like you weren't trying to stare at him. the most you could do is hope it worked
and then, the cliché.
a small drink set to your table, one you certainly didn't order considering you weren't even done with the first.
you thanked the waiter with a soft smile and a nod, curiously looking at it. you didn't drink beer, let alone something out of a can.
eyes raised to meet the man at the bar again. it seemed like the natural culprit.. but for the first time to he was looking at someone else.
looking was too light a word- no- he was glaring daggers at someone else. you slowly followed the man's gaze, your head swiveling to meet with another man's but a few tables away.
the 2nd stranger at the table waved, and you gave him a polite but non-reciprocating smile. as kindly as you pushed the beer to the side.
you were starting to feel too perceived-
as quickly as you had looked back down at your phone, a dark figure slid into the booth across from you. their knees about knocked with yours, and they shamelessly pushed the cheap can of beer to the edge of the table.
the man from the bar becomes the man at your booth.
hes brooding, jaw set tight under his surgical mask. despite you not seeing him take it off, the drink he brought with him from the bar was half empty.
they placed the glass of whiskey down on the hard wood table. staking a claim. this territory is mine.
that territory must've included you. at least, you certainly felt like it did when his long legs trapped either side of yours. his rough dark jeans rubbed against your bare thighs.
"what're y' drinkin'?" he finally asked after prying his eyes away from the other man.
that Manchester accent pulled you right in and the grumble in his tone kept you there. you were tunnel visioned at the masked man and front of you. did that other guy even exist? you weren't sure.
"oh uhm- vodka cranberry- something simple.." you wet your lips nervously, looking down at your drink.
he hummed, nodding.
the little slice of lime drowned in the red liquid. you felt close to the same - drowning under the deep gaze of your newfound company.
you knew the day you got Simon's note. scrawled sloppily on scrap paper left on your nightstand. date. time. pub. 'act like you don't know me.' the 2 of you talked about this scenario before, but now that you found yourself in it, you were nervous.
despite playing the character of a stranger, simon was still in tune to your emotions. he could see your shell of nerves, just waiting to crack for the giddiness under the surface
he reached across the small table. You could see his arm flex under his hoodie.
"think your husb'nd would mind me takin' his bird home?" he was nothing short of a smooth talker, but it was his fingers softly stroking the top of your hand that grounded you. he's checking in on you, subtlety, but it's there.
you had a newfound confidence with his soft help in directing. "he's away on business right now.. don't think he has to know."
even under the mask, you could see "the stranger's" face stretch into a pleased smirk. your finger trailed up his arm, nudging his sleeve out of the way just barely. shivers were sent straight to his spine when your nail grazed over his tattoo.
"got any more tattoos?" you looked at him through your lashes, starting to feel more comfortable in the role of stranger.
"y' c'n find out"
the stranger ordered a few more drinks before he left with you stumbling, hanging on his strong arm. (much to the dismay of your other admirer)
he kept it composed in the taxi on the way home, even tho the strong grip on your plush thigh would say otherwise.
you drunkenly thanked the driver before simon nudged you toward your apartment. he pawed and groped at your ass and hips, hovering right behind you the whole way
he watched you fumble with the door key, giggling and bashful with his flagrant grabbing
once through the threshold, it was free game. Simon no longer had to subdue himself to be appropriate for the public. he finally had you away from prying eyes and expectations of public decorum.
you happily stumbled into his arms, kissing his broad chest. you could smell the scent of alcohol and cologne through his thick jacket.
"had one too many, love, yeah?" he laughed under his breath when he hoisted you up by your thighs.
"your husb'nd normally let you get this drunk 'round men like me?"
instinctively you looped your legs around him, letting him hold up your pliant body. you were drunk off clear liquor and his honey Manchester voice.
you kissed over his surgical mask, peppering up to his cheekbone. "can take care of m'self" you protested
"tha' right?" you can hear him chuckle through his words.
simon mustve been walking while you covered his masked face in kisses. the next thing you knew you were in your bedroom.
the familiar scent of both you and Simon almost pulled you out of the scene, nuzzling closer with a drunken mumble of his name.
simon is not one for preamble. that's not to say he doesn't do foreplay, but as soon as your back hit the mattress he's crawling over you, pinning you with his own weight
he kisses you hard through his mask. you can smell the whiskey if only faintly, hidden under his cologne. you hope he can't smell the vodka on your breath.. if he does he doesn't say or care with how he strips himself of the thin mask
finally
he laves his tongue along your jaw, goosebumps trailing right behind.
your hands span his shoulders and biceps, and you suppress the urge to whine his name. you're determined to stay in character for as long as possible.
hes as gentle as he can be against your tender flesh. his soft breaths fan down your neck to your collarbone. your heart raced the lower he moved, ravishing your skin with hickies and bites.
he was waiting to get his hands on you since he saw you across the bar and it translates into how he handles you. firm grips on your hips, your thighs, your wrists.
you would rarely ever describe simon as desperate, but with how he's grinding his covered cock against you, you'd say it was an apt word to use. he ruts against you like a dog, the zipper of his jeans rubbing hard against your clit.
he makes quick and easy work of your clothes when he manages to get just enough wits about him. your underwear is slipped in his pocket and your dress is bunched to your collar.
hes hungry for any taste of you, immediately latching to your nipple. his wide hand kneaded the other like soft dough, pulling any whimpers he could from you.
he kisses any swell and dip of your body, sucking hickies on your thighs and nuzzling against your soft belly. his drunken words are hard to decipher, even more so when he's hardly lifting his mouth away from your skin to speak.
"so pretty, so soft, jus' f' me. so easy on m' tongue.." even simon was starting to blur the lines of your roleplay, dipping into praising you like he always does.
he kisses your cunt like he kisses your lips, peppering in praises between each one until his lips are sticky and glossed w your slick. you huff and squirm, silently begging for more, for all of him.
thick, rough fingers dipped into you. he started easy, just his middle finger easing into you until his knuckle. you let out a needy breath, watching him push and pull until circling your tight hole to add his ring finger.
he praises you, kissing your inner thighs, but avoids your clit just to make you whiiiiine under your breath.
he replaces his fingers with his tongue, entwines his tongue with his fingers. his nose bumps and pushes against your clit, giving you just a taste of the attention you want on it. some is better than none, so you choose not to be picky. he's always good for spoiling you, so you choose to wait
"husb'nd's a lucky guy," he mumbled. he watched your reactions with wide, hungry eyes. "could get t' see ya like this every night, but the poor bastard's on business. doesn' know wha' he's missin"
he peppered more kisses against your skin. "think 'll take good care of ya for 'im."
you nodded quickly in response, rocking your hips to the slow pace of his fingers. you eagerly bucked your hips when he latched onto your clit, sucking hard.
he hums at the sounds of your breathy moans, spurred on by even the smallest of reactions from you. any twitch or stuttering breath has him grinding against the mattress. he's obsessed with how you react to him, all he wants is more
simon's free hand snakes down to free himself from his jeans, just a bit of reprieve. you always come first, though, in every sense. he refuses to give his aching cock even a bit of extra attention, while you're still grinding against his face.
he pushes up into that spongy spot deep inside your cunt, leaving you gushing over his fingers. his tattoo looks even better with your sweet slick dripping down it.
you flush, shyly looking away when he pulls his fingers from you, licking his wrist to his palm to sucking his own fingers. he groans deep in his wide chest, savoring the taste of you on his skin.
"christ.." you huffed, laying flat on the bed.
just one orgasm in and you're already feeling like you've run a marathon. don't worry, though. Simon is willing to carry you fully across the finish line.
"can y' gimme another, pretty?"
even if you were teetering on the edge of passing out, you'd eagerly nod. anything for him, especially when he's buttering you up with that rumbling baritone voice
"good girl"
he makes even quicker work of his own clothes than he did yours. the wait was starting to get to him. he needed to feel your hips flush against his, feel your walls pulse around him. if nothing else simon riley was a fiend for you
sitting up on his knees, he tugged his heavy cock out of his briefs. you followed, sitting up on your elbows. he rumbles about how pretty you look when he taps your swollen clit with the head.
Simon's a tease, we all know. he pushes tip of his cock just barely inside before pulling back to grind against your slit. he never listens to your whines, only chuckling under his breath when you try to maneuver your hips to take more of him in.. only to have him push them back down onto the mattress. you'll get what he gives when he decides to give it.
but even he can't hold out for long, especially with all the teasing and touching tonight. he's more than happy to sheath himself fully into you with a deep moan. chin tucked to his chest he watched your body take him in one smooth thrust.
"f..fuck, Simon-nnnh"
"don' remember tellin ya my name, pretty," he teased, a gentle nudge to remind you of the scene.
but, of course, if you wanted to give up the little roleplay session, he won't say no. you're still letting him ease his thick cock right into you. so he has very little to complain about right now.
"i- yeah.. fuck-" was it the liquor or the pleasure fogging your brain? you weren't sure.
you clawed at his shoulders when he pressed his chest to yours. you whimper soft praises of how good he feels, how you've been waiting for this since you saw him in that dim bar lighting.
simon eases your pliant body into a mating press, helping your legs over his strong thighs. your walls suck him right in, almost kissing your cervix.
he puts you on your side, leading your leg over his shoulder. he puts you on your stomach, all his weight on the backs of your thighs. on your hands and knees so he can mount you like a wild animal. puts you on top, meeting your hips halfway when you bounce. any position to get his needy cock as deep as he can.
he does hip lift exercises specifically for this. just so he can drive his hips into yours for as long as he could want. his pretty cock shiny and throbbing from your walls squeezing him.
each time he pushes deep, putting load after load directly in your womb. you can't blame him, you're so pretty and malleable in his strong hands, it would be a shame to cum anywhere but inside you.
sticky, foamy rings of your mixed fluids gather at his pelvis. his pretty happy trail slicked down flat from you gushing over him.
he holds your face in his hand, making you stare right at him when he finishes. he'll put his thumb in your mouth, just behind your lower teeth to keep your head straight.
"look'it me, pretty"
"eyes open, good girl"
hazy brained and finally satiated, he's easy when he pulls out of you. he knows you must be sore from the overstimulation. with a few soft kisses to the bites and hickies left and a warm wash cloth to help clean up some of the mess made, he's finally sobered up. same can sort of be said for you. the vodka was sweat out, but your body was still drunk off the post sex bliss.
"better get goin," you murmured with a giggle. "m' husband'll be home 'nd he kills people..."
he quickly settled in next to you, foregoing a shower until morning. you were too warm and soft to get up now, especially since his liquor wore off. big and sleepy simon curled around you. half asleep yourself, you allowed him to keep your sweaty bodies entangled.
"sounds like a scary guy," he played along, teetering on dozing off.
"the scariest," you agreed. your laughter was contagious, drawing a soft chuckle from him.
"sure I can handle 'im," he mumbled into your hair, letting you curl into his body.
💗💗 I love him your honor!
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milla984 · 6 months
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A Million Reasons
Summary: after a phone call from Penelope, Reader teases Spencer about a potential love interest and things don’t go exactly as planned.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader
Category: fluff with a little angst
TW/CW: a little bit of angst, brief mentions of food, self-doubt, mentions of anxiety, kissing
Word Count: 1.2k
Thank you @drgenius-reid for taking the time to beta-read this!
The following work is my entry for @andiebeaword's 3,000 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge (prompt n. 12) and is also part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved
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Spencer scooped out of the paper cup what was left of his ice cream before he finished recounting the events leading to the arrest of the unsub the entire BAU team had been successfully tracking down in Seattle during the past few days. 
“He’ll be charged with ten counts of murder, one attempted murder, and unlawful possession of multiple weapons. He’s facing ten life sentences without parole.”
“Way to go, Justice League!” you cheered, enthusiastic. 
He tucked his hair behind his ear with a cute chuckle. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow so you caught a glimpse of his wristwatch reflecting the light of a lamp post standing along the edge of the walking path; from the bench you were both sitting on you could see the illuminated dome of the US Capitol rising up against the dark mid-summer sky. 
Despite being within walking distance of a major street in the southwest quadrant of Washington, the park was quiet and uncrowded and the nearby gelato shop was one of Spencer’s favorites. 
You took the last sip of your drink, acting very casual. “And that’s all that happened?” 
He shrugged, unsure about which crucial information could have been missing from his story since he was under strict instructions not to fill you in on the most gruesome details of the cases he’d worked.
“Uhm, graphic descriptions of tortures and mutilations are not—”
“I’m talking about a certain homicide detective… the one you gave your number to…?” you explained and his jaw dropped instantly.
“What?!”
You nudged at him with your elbow. “Garcia called me from the Original Starbucks in Pike Place. I couldn’t tell if the hype was about your new admirer or being there.”
“I don't understand how this is such a big deal!” he blurted out in a high-pitched voice. “She showed an interest in what we do so I gave her my card.”
No profiling skills were required to detect his firm intention to avoid discussing the matter, yet the words came out of your mouth like a river in spate. 
“Any chance it wasn’t only a professional interest?”
The way Spencer looked at you, disappointed and hurt, hit you worse than a punch in the liver. 
“What’s with you, guys?! Are– are you all so invested in my personal life because you’re convinced I’m chronically unable to have one without your help?” he snapped, something you’d never seen him do. 
“I’m s—” you tried to reply, even though he was still too angry to let you apologize and cut you off again.
“Or maybe it’s just that I’m no Derek Morgan, so the idea of someone noticing I exist is pathetic or funny to you?”
“Seriously?! An IQ of 187 and this is the best inference you can come up with?” you snorted, upset by the subtle insult he’d thrown at you - even if you had to admit you deserved it.
His brows furrowed. “Then why did you bring this up?” 
“I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you admitted, “but I would never ever think that people hitting on you is pathetic, give me some credit!”
He remained silent for a while, quite aware that Penelope’s inability to keep her mouth shut generated from genuine excitement about what she perceived as good news; sharing such personal information with you meant you had been put to the test over and over and, in the end, deemed worthy of her trust. 
The peaceful atmosphere around you served as an amplifier for the sound of splashing water and Spencer indicated the fountain at the center of the large, round basin in front of you with a jerk of his head. 
“I read a book about the architectural history of D.C. on the way back. This piece was created for the 1876 Centennial International Exhibition in Philadelphia, the US Congress acquired it in 1877 and placed it at the base of Capitol Hill. It was dismantled in 1926, then it remained in storage until 1932 when they moved it here.”
The pedestal held three twin iron-casted sea nymphs wearing wet tunics, with their arms raised above their heads to support a shallow vasque; on top was a group of kneeling child tritons, and the base was decorated with turtle-like aquatic creatures.
“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled.
The fact he’d for sure started and finished said book in less than fifteen minutes was among the 999.999 entries in your list of reasons to crush over SSA Reid.  And so were his three PhDs, his crooked ties, his passion for Star Wars, chess and Halloween.
“I don’t talk much about my private life. Especially outside of work,” he confessed after a pause. “A lot of times I have a hard time discussing personal issues—”
“Spencer… you know you don’t owe me an explanation, right?” you rushed to clarify.
He nodded and you did the same in response, to confirm you had no intention of pressuring him into opening up if he felt uncomfortable but were also ready to listen to anything he had to say; even in dim light, you could see the sadness veiling his beautiful hazel eyes.   
“I’m sorry I overreacted. Garcia was being Garcia, with her ‘look at the world through rose-colored glasses’ scenarios. Except, in this case giving my card to a homicide detective to discuss behavioral sciences was just what it sounds like. I understand where she’s coming from, I never told her…”
Your whole body tensed up, courtesy of a rush of anxiety triggered by the possibility of him being already involved with someone he had never mentioned, not even to his closest friends; you wondered if he could hear the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Luckily for you, Spencer didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m trying to come to terms with something I’ve been feeling, for weeks now. And I’m worried, because of what happened in the past and I can’t let go of…” his voice broke a little, so he swallowed. “Deep down I’m afraid I'm not the type of person who gets to live out happily ever after.” 
Refraining from hugging him on the spot and holding him close to your heart had gotten increasingly difficult lately, so you settled for a peck on his temple in a clumsy attempt at a comforting gesture.
Spencer jolted, befuddled, and for a moment you feared for the worst; you certainly didn’t expect him to lean forward to cup your face in his hands - big hands.  With slender, elegant fingers he tenderly brushed over your cheeks.
You both held your breath, waiting for the distance between you to vanish until your foreheads touched and the tips of your noses rubbed together. 
“... are we really doing this?!” he whispered, sending shivers down your spine.
You smiled. “Don’t make me wait for another six months.”
Spencer squinted, an indication he was browsing countless data and events stored in his memory; when he eventually pinpointed the exact moment you fell for him he squeaked in surprise. 
“Christm—”
You pressed your palm on the nape of his neck, guiding his lips over yours for the kiss you both had been longing for. 
Reason number 1.000.000: Dr. Reid had a crush on you, too.
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ericityyy · 5 months
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Hi :D I was wondering if we could have a georgie cooper x reader where the reader comes from a family of pagans so they’re perceived as kinda freakish by most of the town and georgie develops a crush on her?
please, and thank you
𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘈 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤?
𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵
𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 2,552
𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
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“Hi, I know we’re not close, but would you like to come to my birthday this Saturday?"
The girl who was asked looked at her friends while trying to stifle their laughter. “I’m sorry, I would love to, but I can't,” the girl finally said before walking out with her friends, laughing on the way.
"Oh, uhm, that’s okay.” Y/N sighed sadly when she crossed out another name on her list, looking at all the other crossed-out names. “I guess it’s just me again.” The girl smiled bitterly while deciding to sit on the stairs, observing how students come and go from room to room.
The bell rang, and all the students, one by one, went their own way. The girl, after seeing the last student go inside a classroom, waited for a minute or two before going to her own subject.
"Ah, Ms. L/N, care to explain why you’re late today?” Miss Ingram, the math teacher of Medford High School, paused with her writing and turned her full focus on the girl who just entered, making the other students turn their attention as well to the girl.
Y/N was about to answer before she was cut off by one of the football players of the school, “Maybe she was doing her voodoo freakshow to make us like her.” The class laughed except the Cooper brothers, one because he did not get the joke, while the other because the ‘joke’ was not funny.
“What do you mean by making us like her?” The girl that Y/N invited earlier frowned at the jock as she turned her attention once again to the standing girl. “It clearly didn’t work.”
Ms. Ingram pointed at the students angrily, “You better shut all your mouths before I make you all go to the principal’s office.” Least to say, they ignored her.
Y/N, too embarrassed to move, stayed in her position with tears gathering up in her eyes. “Oh no! Careful! You’re going to make her angry and take revenge on us!” The same girl pretended to act scared and put the back of her hand on her forehead, causing more laughter to erupt from the class.
A loud screech from a chair made the laughter stop as Georgie stood up and approached the embarrassed and humiliated girl. Offering her a napkin from his pocket and smiling softly at her.
Y/N is surprised, to say the least. Her glossy eyes looked at him with confusion and shock. No one has ever been nice to her at school before. Heck, no one has been nice to her during her, period. With the exception of her family, of course, and some old neighbors of theirs, but that was it.
Georgie then looked at the class with fury in his eyes and said, “Anybody wants to say something else?” No one answered for a minute when Sheldon raised his hand. The older Cooper boy rolled his eyes at his little brother and said, “Not now, Sheldon.” The said boy looked flabbergasted at first before slowly lowering his hand down.
“Ms. Ingram, if it’s okay, I’d like to take Y/N out of the class for a moment," Georgie politely asked the teacher, who smiled sympathetically at the girl.
Sympathy. Not many like to be pitied, but this moment brings comfort to Y/N to think that somebody actually cared enough to feel sympathy for her.
“Go ahead, Georgie.” The teacher then turned her eyes back to the class. “While I will bring some students on a field trip to the principal’s office myself, how does that sound?” Ms. Ingram smiled wickedly at the now cowering students.
While Sheldon smiled excitedly, “Oh boy! The principal’s office.”
"Oh, you’re not going, Sheldon.”
“Aww”
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Y/N fiddled with her pendant nervously, occasionally looking at the boy pressing on the vending machine as she sat patiently on the bench nearby. The two of them are alone currently at the hall.
A hand with a drink was thrust in her direction, particularly in her line of vision. Y/N looked up and saw Georgie’s smiling face. She meekly took the drink from him and drank it, looking down at the bottle and staying quiet.
Georgie, knowing not to push her into talking, sat down beside her, with a good amount of space left between them, and drank from his own drink. His cool demeanor contrasts with the way his heart is beating. He took a big gulp from his drink to calm his rapid heart. Alas, it didn’t work at all.
Being with the girl he has been admiring all year and sitting beside her is doing something to him. He flinched a little when he heard her speak.
“Thank you.” Y/N smiled shyly at his direction, “from kind of saving me back there." She then lifted up the drink with her hand, “and for the free drink." She returned her attention back to the napkin that she'd been gripping, “and for the napkin. I promise I’ll give it back to you soon.”
Georgie shrugged coolly from beside her. “It’s all good; as long as there’s no harm done to my napkin, it’s all good.”
Y/N furrowed her brows together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
The boy then widened his eyes, realizing that his words might be a little offensive given the situation that happened earlier. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that." He was cut off when the girl laughed a little.
“I was just joking, Georgie.”
Georgie breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head playfully at the girl who fully smiled at him. His smile, though, turned down a little. "So, how are you? With all that?”
Y/N shrugged her shoulders, hurt gracing her features. “Y'know, disappointed but not really surprised. It’s how people see me, my family.” She fiddled with her pendant once again, making Georgie’s attention turn to her hand. “I don’t mind being called a witch, y'know; it’s just—when people use the word in a bad way and call me and my family a freak just... hurts.”
She smiled bitterly. “It’s not like I’ll do something to them; it’s my beliefs, and I don’t need them to be friends with me; I just need them to be open-minded to it.” Y/N dropped the pendant, letting it hang around her neck, before releasing a big sigh.
Georgie looked at the girl softly, scooching closer to her, which the girl took notice of and said, “Well, I’ll be your first audience.” Y/N slowly smiled at that, nudging her shoulder to his. “I think paganism is an interesting belief; would you mind explaining it to me?” Georgie asked the girl, hopefully. In his case, it really is an interesting religion; he didn’t just say that to ‘get the girl’.
Y/N’s eyes sparkled at that before an idea came to her mind: “I’m actually having this small party at my house this Saturday; it’s my—“
“Birthday, yeah, I know.”
The girl blinked multiple times, snapping out of it. “I was wondering if you, I don’t know, would like to come?”
Georgie nodded his head without even letting the girl finish, “I would be honored to, ma’am.” He held her hand in his, raising it up to his lips and letting it touch the back of her hand softly.
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On Saturday, Georgie made sure to look presentable before going to Y/N’s place. And that means taking a long shower, shaving, spraying cologne, and putting on his best outfit. By that, it meant that he looked anywhere for his best outfit; there’s currently a mountain of clothes on his bed.
He styled his hair perfectly and looked for any creases on his shirt. Once he’s done, he exits his room and takes his car keys before going to the front door. “I’m going out for a bit!"
“Now, hold on a second there, mister.” Mary walked into the living room and stopped her son from further going out the door. “Where do you think you’re going, Georgie?”
Georgie released the door knob to properly face his mother and said, “A friend’s house.”
Mary smiled teasingly. "Oh, is this friend a girl?”
“Yes.”
Mary then dropped her smile after learning about this new bit of information. “Then why are you going to her house? Are her parents there? Is she your girlfriend? Who is she anyway? When am I going to meet her?”
Georgie sighed, rolling his eyes at his mother before answering all of her questions: “It’s her birthday. Yes. No, although I plan to court her someday. She’s Y/N L/N. I don’t know when she’s okay with it.” He looked at the watch on his wrist before facing the door once more. “I’ll get going; I don’t want to be late.”
After her son left the house, Mary was left shocked. “Did he just say L/N? Oh Lord, bless his heart and guide him through this.”
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Georgie wiped his hands and touched his hair to make sure it stayed put and not a strand was out of place. “You can do this,” he repeated to himself before knocking on the door.
The door opened up, revealing an older woman around her mid-40s. "Well, hello there, you must be Georgie.” She opened the door more to offer the teenager a handshake. “I’m Y/N’s mom; please come in, dear.”
Georgie shook her hand before entering the new home, a gift in his hand. It wasn’t really a big gift, and it made him nervous about whether she'd like it. The L/N’s house is a simple two-story house with a few plants inside and paintings hanging on the walls.
“Y/N! Dear, you have a visitor!”
“Coming!” And then she walked in the living room, with this simple blue summer dress and her hair done, with her pendant hanging around her neck. “Hi, Georgie. Thank you so much for coming.” Y/N walked over to the gawking teenager, his mouth left agape as he stuttered out a response.
“Hi—this gift... for you.” Georgie gave his gift to the girl. “I mean, this is my gift for you. Happy Birthday, Y/N." He nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “It’s nothing much really, just a simple one. I hope you like it.”
Y/N took the gift and opened it, revealing a bracelet—an engraved bracelet with the runic letters spelling her name. “Oh my—Georgie, where did you buy this? I love it; thank you so much.” She hugged him, which left the boy more speechless than he ever was.
"Oh, it’s all good. I’m not sure about the spelling of the name, so if it’s wrong, I can fix it."
"Wait, wait, what do you mean fix it? You made this? ”
Georgie looked at the girl for a moment before shyly nodding his head. Their stare was broken by a flash, and the two of them looked to the side where they saw Y/N holding a camera in her hand. “I just ruined the moment, didn’t I?” She slowly put down the camera, smiling sheepishly at the pair. “Sorry.”
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“So what’s your plan for the future, Georgie?” Y/N’s dad asked the boy as they ate.
Georgie swallowed the food before answering, “I actually don’t know yet, sir, but I would love to have my own business someday.” He picked up a glass for him to drink and said, “To be honest, I’m not that great at school, not like my little brother, Sheldon, so I don’t plan on going to college, but I would like to build my own business.”
“A business, huh? Well, you can tell me how I’ll help you, son; I’ll sponsor you as long as I can.” The man smiled at the young boy who beamed at him. “But you have to prove to me that my help wouldn’t be futile.”
"Yes, sir, I won’t let you down.”
Y/N smiled at the two of them, but not until her father asked what religion Georgie is. The teenagers looked at each other first before the girl let Georgie answer.
“I’m actually Christian; my mother is religious and all that, but I am not a full believer," Georgie answered truthfully, hoping that his religion wouldn’t be a problem to him courting Y/N in the eyes of her family.
“Oh, it’s fine if you don’t fully believe it if it doesn’t feel right with you," Y/N’s mom said with the girl’s dad nodding his head along with her. “We, pagans, are different from each other. Like Y/N here, for example, she believes more in the Norse gods but worships them a bit differently than traditional worship.” The woman pointed to her daughter, who smiled shyly, “She’s considered to be an Eclectic Pagan.”
Georgie takes in the new information and says, “That’s cool. Do you guys like to recruit or something?"
This time it was Y/N who answered, "No, no, we do not ‘recruit’, we let people do it of their own free will. Pagans tend to believe in many gods and goddesses, while some believe only in one; other pagans can believe in your God if they choose to.”
“Woah, that’s really interesting.” Georgie’s mind was prepared to ask more questions to the family, who, by the way, are happy to answer them.
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“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. L/N," Georgie said as they walked him to the front door as nightfall had already come.
Y/N’s mom moved to hug the boy and say, “No, thank you for being a part of my daughter’s birthday.” She pulled away with teary eyes, then whispered, “You have my blessing, by the way, to court her.” The woman winked at the stunned teenager.
“I won’t hurt her, I promise.”
“Oh Georgie, pain is part of love; as long as you treat her like she deserves and have proper communication with her, all is well.” Y/N’s mom caressed his cheek before pulling away to let him and her husband talk.
“Remember what we talked about, son. I’ll help you as long as you help yourself too.” Y/N’s father shook hands with the Cooper boy, who nodded his head at him eagerly. “I trust you won’t screw this up, both the business and my daughter.” He raised a brow to the teenager, who just let out a chuckle nervously.
“Dad!”
“I’m only joking, sweetie, right, Georgie?”
"Yes, sir, of course.”
The parents walked off to give the two some privacy. The teenagers walked outside as they stood there on the porch, with the only light being the porchlight. “I’d like to thank you for coming to my birthday and celebrating it with me. And for the gift. And for everything else.”
Georgie just smiled and nodded his head behind her. “I’m actually glad that your parents liked me.”
“Of course they would; what’s not to like?” Y/N unconsciously said before gasping when she realized what she said.
The boy started grinning boyishly, “Well, I best be on my way, ma’am.” He lifted her hand once again and kissed the back of it; he put it down but was still not releasing it. “Happy Birthday again, Y/N.”
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
I tried to make this as accurate as possible. Clearly, I am not a Pagan, but I tried to research and study more about the religion but please, correct me if I’m wrong.
How about a part 2? Where the Cooper Family met Pagan!reader? Let me know what you think about that.
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badaspebble · 4 months
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ah i’m loving your writing~!! i would like to request something where reader is a trainee on a survival show, since swf dancers often become judges, bada being a judge/mentors, and maybe reader gives her secret love letters? or flirts with her off camera because she has a crush. it doesn’t haven’t to be a whole oneshot or something headcanons would be cool too ! ty~
✎ To My Secret Admirer
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A/N: Hey babe! Thank you for the compliment and the ask 🫶🏽. I hope you’re doing well. This is like super short and rushed I’m sorry :(
Warnings: Swearing. It’s all just fluff.
Bada Lee x fem!reader
Word Count: 1.2k
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Who am I?” Those are the first thoughts you had when you saw her. She was beautiful. Absolutely fucking captivating. Her tall stature made her seem unapproachable, but Bada was really just a giant puppy. Who were you? A contestant who was hopelessly in love with this woman. You were somebody that couldn’t have her, right? You pondered on that thought until you were reminded of the way her face would light up when she found your notes towards her. Your notes, not anybody else’s. Of course, she didn’t actually know it was from you, but let’s be honest. You’re way too obvious when you’re around her.
Tripping over nothing? Are you serious? Stuttering when you’re trying to impress her? Lord. Even if she was blind with no sense of anybody taking a liking to her, she would still know it was from you. Might as well write your name on them too. It wasn’t long until you remembered that did actually know.
The little glances towards you, along with the way she’d take any chance to be in contact with you…it made you keep going. You were glad you did, because you started receiving notes too. They weren’t much, but every single word that was written on them really brightened your day.
It would be stuff like “You look so beautiful today,” or funnier ones like “Your hair looks so good! (Please kiss me)” and “Tbh you shouldn’t let others perceive you in my honest, humble opinion that is not biased :)”
You especially loved those ones. Communicating through notes was good at first, but you craved her direct attention. You wanted her eyes on you, wanted her to smile while talking to you.
You’ve been recently feeling very courageous, sending more bold things her way. You’ve even left your lipstick mark on your newest letters. You figured since she basically already knew, might as well go up to her.
Your eyes were glued onto her as you walked up, ignoring the conversation she’s having. Which was a bit rude, but who knows when you’ll be this brave again. You took a deep breath as she turned to you, and swallowed harshly.
“H-“ Your voice cracked, embarrassing you even further. You both just stared at each other after that, with Bada trying not to laugh and you trying not to run away while looking at her blankly.
You didn’t try to speak again, but Bada thankfully spoke up. “Hey..” She smirked, holding in her laugh. Your voice was cute, and it still sounded cute with your voice crack. You were adorable. “How’s your routine going?” She asked, still smiling bright while trying not to laugh.
You swallowed again, threatening whichever higher being that existed to not let you embarrass yourself again. “It’s good…uhm it would’ve been better if you were there to help..” You coughed awkwardly.
Bada looked at you, slowly letting her smile brighten even more, if that was even possible. “Was that your attempt at flirting?” She said with a giggle.
You just looked at her and pursed your lips. “Anyways..” You said, turning your body around and walking away.
You heard Bada’s laughter behind you as it slowly got louder the closer she got. “Don’t run!” More laughter followed. “I thought it was cute, I pinky promise.” She grabbed your arm, turning you around to meet her twinkling eyes. “How about I teach you some stuff later? My studio is just around the corner.”
You looked up at her, letting a shy smile take over your face. “Are you sure that’s even allowed? You’re gonna get me kicked off this thing.” You say jokingly, avoiding her stare.
“I won’t let them. Don’t tell anybody but…you’re my favorite.” She leaned in to whisper jokingly, before she giggled.
Swallowing harshly, you finally met her eyes. “Okay..” You mumbled, still a little bit unsure. You felt her pat your head, subtly messing up your hair and running away as you noticed. “Hey! Bada??” You yell out, hearing her giggles down the hallway.
Sighing, you fixed your hair as you felt your heartbeat increase. Would she actually take the time out of her day to teach you? Are you guys just going to ignore the fact that you’ve been sending letters to each other? You laughed at that, not realizing how weird it sounded out loud.
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You sat on the ground next to the set, realizing you don’t have her number nor do you have the location of her studio. “Am I a dumbass?” You laughed at yourself, probably looking crazy as hell. You were about to get up and wallow in your self pity as you walked home until you heard a motorcycle in the distance. It rolled up to you before slowly stopping. You were about to tell them to fuck off before they took their helmet off, revealing Bada.
“Are we in a movie?” Was the first thing you said. “This is the most cliche thing ever.” You continued saying, looking at her in disbelief. Her smile graced her face as she laughed. “Just get on, I promise it’s not that far.”
She handed you a helmet as you looked at her in even more disbelief. “Girl…” You mumbled, putting the helmet on and sitting behind her. She started off going slow before revving her bike and going faster. “How do you even know my head size? That’s very weird of you.” You yelled so she could hear you over the wind.
Silence followed, and you guess she might’ve not heard you. “…Next question.” You finally heard her mumble. You laughed, the arms holding her waist securely started to hug her tighter as you rested your head on her back despite the helmet. It was quiet the rest of the way, both of you just basking in the comfort of each other.
It wasn’t long before you made it to her studio. She was fast as she got off her bike, taking her helmet off before pulling you off too. You giggled despite yourself, loving how unnecessary that entire act was.
Bada played it cool after that. “Yeah I’m like super strong and stuff. I workout occasionally…you know.”
You looked at her. So much for playing it cool. You tried really hard to keep in your laugh, your face turning red and your eyes looking anywhere but her.
“Interesting…” You said while giggling subtly. “Yeah..” Bada said with an awkward cough. “Anyways, let’s go in.” She hurriedly switched the subject, ushering the both of you inside. Once you both settled your stuff, you looked at each other. “Soooo…” You looked around.
Bada looked at you sheepishly, looking kind of guilty. “To be honest, I only did this so I could spend time with you..” She mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy as she looked around.
Smiling, you sat on the floor facing the mirror. You patted the spot next to you. “So let’s get to know each other some more..”
Bada giggled again, looking like she just won a million bucks as she sat next to you. The night went on, as the both of you talked about anything. From favorite colors, to wondering if aliens exist, to theories about the multiverse.
“Do you think we’d meet in every universe?” You questioned. Bada looked at you, her eyes sparkling brightly as she took in you, your soul…your existence in her life. “I would hope so…I think you’re the only one I’d want to meet in every universe.”
She held your hand, interlocking your pinkies together as you guys giggle. “You're actually probably stalking me in every universe” Bada says jokingly.
You look at her with wide eyes and an offended expression. “Way to ruin the moment dummy..”
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gyubaseone · 11 months
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han yujin. intertwined
❛ no matter what, i'll be here for you ❜
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pairings — han yujin x f!reader
genre — fluff, childhood friends to lovers
synopsis — highschool can be quite hectic but for these two, nothing could get in the way of their feelings.
warnings — none! third person pov, lowercase intended, not proof read thoroughly.
word count — 2,143
notes — i'm so sorry to pull the f!reader once again, i'm still getting used to writing with gn pronouns since i dont usually do imagines.. but i hope this was okay ! thank you for all the love on my gyuvin fic <3
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starting high school was hard, especially as someone who is perceived as quiet. but it was easier for y/n knowing that she had her childhood best friend, han yujin, by her side.
they had been friends since diapers basically, their families being close friends for years. every big life event, they went through it together. all the times y/n cried, he was there for her even if he never truly knew how to comfort her. he was always the bestest friend someone could ask for.
so why was there this envious feeling that pitted in y/n's stomach when he started getting caught up in school events and gaining more friends than her when they entered highschool?
she should be happy that he's fitting in, he deserved all the attention he got. han yujin was one of the most liked students in the grade. with his popularity, soccer and dance skills, and — of course his good looks ; who wouldn't want to be his friend?
but that envious feeling kept on coming back whenever he had to skip out on eating lunch with her because "the soccer team is going out to eat" or whenever he told her to go walk home alone since "his friends wanted to hang out".
she was happy for him, but the idea of him slowly slipping away from her grasp made her heart ache. because the truth was, y/n had a crush on yujin. she had been having those feelings for a while now, maybe before she even realized it.
he was always there to cheer her up and gradually became one of the only things she enjoyed about going to school. whenever he took her to buy snacks, when they played games together, when they went to the park together, and his smile. especially his smile.
y/n sat down in the library since she hadn't fully adjusted to being in the cafeteria. sure, she had made some friends — but she wouldn't call them her close friends. even so, she hated loud noises and the cafeteria was filled with them.
just about now, she expected that yujin would enter the room to tell her about any plans his soccer team had made up to get him off campus for the period which left her all by herself.
as she took a bite out of her triangle gimbap, looking up from her notebook — there he was. the dark-brown haired boy who had been able to swoon her without even knowing it, walking through the doors in a black t-shirt since he most likely just got out of gym.
"y/n!" yujin called out, waving his hand in the air as he jogged over to her, "sorry i'm late, the showers kept being hogged. i didn't want to stink up the library, y'know."
"uhm, i think i know?" y/n questioned her answer, she knew absolutely nothing about sports. "wait, so you're actually going to eat lunch with me today? surprised you don't have anything going on, you've been so popular recently."
"what can i say? i'm quite the catch," yujin shrugged his shoulders with such a smug look on his face, "and i cleared everything! i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, i missed you."
he missed her. han yujin missed her. why was she freaking out on the inside? it's not like they haven't had a conversation before. but it felt different, like his tone had changed from the last time they had spoken. "cool," was all y/n could mutter as she tried to cover her rosy-tinted cheeks with her lunch.
but just as y/n was lost in her own world, yujin had gotten a message on his phone. here it goes. "oh my gosh... y/n, i—" he attempted to speak up before y/n shut him down, already knowing what he was going to say.
"go, it's okay," y/n assured even though her heart was breaking little by little. he had friends, other friends than her. it's not like he could spend all his time with her, it was ridiculous. but why was there this feeling inside her that wished he did?
"i'm so sorry, gyuvin hyung broke his leg and now we have to go over the plays again before the game," yujin explained, getting up while stuffing his phone into his pocket, "you'll be at the game on saturday, right?"
"well, i have nothing else to do," y/n slightly smiled, attempting to relax her back from all the tension she felt, "i'll be there for sure."
"great, i'll see you later!" yujin waved at her as he started walking away before he slowly disappeared into the hallways.
y/n was more used to it now, and she would probably have to accept it at one point. yujin was moving on with his life, experiencing new things. high school is meant for new experiences and it seemed like yujin was going through many things.
what she didn't expect to see? him and one of the cheerleaders hitting it off after he scored the winning goal during the soccer game. oh, how she wanted to shout his name after seeing the way he rebounded the ball and got the last goal ; but then she saw him with her.
she never really tried to learn the names of the people surrounding her, another flaw y/n had. all y/n knew was that yujin was hugging her and that she was jealous? envious? oh, same thing.
and from that day on, y/n would attempt to distance herself from yujin as much as she could. it wasn't like he would notice right? he had all his soccer friends and that girl he hugged. can she give up on the girl already?
it's not like yujin was her property, he was his own person. maybe in a way, to let him flourish ; she had to find her own path without him. maybe, this was just her way of masking her feelings for him in a way where she wouldn't have to get hurt.
one thing y/n didn't think about was how yujin would react to this. all this time, she was in her own world overthinking every single little thing. her bestfriend, who knows her and could read her like a book, was upset to say the least.
he thought she was acting weird at first, but didn't think anything of it until it constantly kept happening. all she would do is greet him and suddenly walk off without saying anything else. it was unlike y/n, she would always be the brightest girl whenever he was around.
it was one of the things he liked most about her, her smile. the way her eyes became cresents like the moon whenever she smiled, her lips curving up and the way her nose scrunched up in the most beautiful way.
maybe there were many things he liked about her. yujin could probably go on a tangent about everything he liked about y/n, the reason he smiled so brightly. it was her. so there was no way it was all in his head that they could've possibly had a spark there, right?
so when yujin found the girl asleep in one of the classrooms after failing to study for her biology exam ; he knew what he had to do.
oh how yujin slowly regretted his decision. he didn't want to wake her up, seeing how peaceful and pretty she was when she slept even if she was drooling all over her textbook.
but he knew if he didn't do it now, he would probably be even more distanced from you and he did not want that one bit. so he did what he dreaded doing and woke up y/n from her nap.
"y/n... psst— wake up," he whispered softly, poking her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up but nothing, "there's free food in the cafeteria!"
"huh? free food?" y/n suddenly jolted awake, looking around the room in a daze before her eyes landed back on yujin, "oh... it was a lie, wasn't it?"
"yeah, i knew that would wake you up though," yujin let out a laugh, sitting down in the chair next to y/n, "i'll get you something after school, i just need to talk to you for a bit."
god, there was that smile again. the smile that could make all the problems in the world disappear. why did he have to be the one with it?
"yeah uh— what did you want to talk about?" y/n snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head slightly before fixing up her hair, "is it important?"
"you could say that..." yujin fiddled with his fingers for a moment, hesitating for a moment, "i just.. i feel like we haven't talked in a while, is everything okay with you?"
"yeah... everything is fine," y/n nodded her head in assurance. no everything was not fine. but she couldn't say anything about him hugging a girl, that would just be crazy. "i've just been a little busy, that's all."
"are you sure?" yujin questioned once again, "i feel like i barely see you now, i missed you and talking to you.." gosh, there it was again. he always knew the words to say.
"yeah, i'm sure... everything is fine," y/n repeated once more, giving yujin a smile that made him feel fuzzy on the inside. she watched his shoulders suddenly become tense before speaking up, "is there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"
"gosh, am i really going to do this now..." yujin looked to the side, taking a deep breath before searching for something in his pockets. "can you close your eyes for me?"
y/n looked at him confused before closing her eyes, feeling yujin's touch on her hand as he pulled it out and opened it up. right after, he placed something on her palm. "alright, you can open your eyes now."
this wasn't real right? this moment was just a figment of y/n's imagination. because why was yujin's nametag in her hand at this moment? she truely thought she was hallucinating, staring at the nametag with 한유진 embroidered on it.
"when we went to get our uniforms fitted, i had an extra nametag made.." yujin spoke in a shy tone, "and i just decided to... give it to you."
"so what does this mean?" y/n asked, wanting clarification for the sudden gift, "do you...?"
"oh so you're going to make me say it? the nametag was supposed to say it for me," yujin joked, hearing y/n's laugh that he loved so much, "fine, y/n... i like you, like a lot."
"that's better, i guess i like you too," y/n grinned, glancing at the sour look on yujin's face when she spoke, "i'm kidding! i like you a lot... and your smile too."
"truth is.. i thought you had a thing for that cheerleader you hugged on saturday," y/n admitted after all the time she spent hiding away, feeling a sense of relief after letting it out. "i was... jealous, okay? that's why i haven't talked to you."
"wow! i knew there was something behind it!" yujin pointed a finger at y/n like a little kid with his mouth gaping, "that's so silly... she's a senior, why would i date someone that much older than me. if anything, she gave me dating advice."
"oh.. yeah well— you've been so busy recently and i don't know what to think anymore!" y/n got off her chest, letting out a sigh after the long sentence she spoke without breathing.
"oh, now you wanna say all of these things? see, i can read you like a book, i knew it!" yujin clapped his hands at his knowledge of his best friend, laughing while y/n looked away out of embarrassment.
as y/n was looking away, she heard yujin's soft laughs slowly fade away before feeling him take a hold of her hand which made her look his way. gosh, he was looking at her with that cheekily smile again and those shining eyes.
"no matter what, i'll be here for you," yujin spoke sincerely, intertwining their hands together, "even if i can't spend time with you, i'm always here for anything you need. i'll drop anything for you."
"well..." y/n opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, leaving her with only one choice. she looked at her uniform, taking off her nametag from its spot and placing it onto yujin's other hand that wasn't holding her hand. "you better get me another one before i get scolded."
and that was it. or maybe, it was just the beginning? they're young, who knows where their relationship could go from there. kind of cute if you think about it, two students intertwined together. she fell for a smile that she gave.
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oogaboogaspookyman · 3 months
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Let's fucking go i'm feelin' silly goofy with the idea now lol let's get impulsive and fanservice-y
[STUNNED]
Running in the snow, far away from his sister and her apparent new friend after witnessing the horrible things in the bathroom. Bodies everywhere, arms and legs and hands and heads, there were the missing prom kings and queens found nowhere else but in Cyn's own bathroom, the suit is still making him feel embarrassed at the thought of being perceived with it on him... What the hell happened to his dear little sister?!
Suddenly, "oof-!" He stumbles upon a running tall figure, falling down on the snow surface
"What the-... Uh- U- Uzi???" Nathan questioned in surprise of what he sees
There she was. Serial Designation Z, nicknamed Uzi by her BEST FRIEND! Best friend... Nathan, in a whole glittery purple dress with a thigh cut and a apparent flower on her hair despite Copper 9 having no vegetation whatsoever, only snow, ice, random buildings and dead bodies, human and Worker Drone alike littered everywhere
"Nathan?! Wha- what are you doing out here?!" Z shouted in fear, mostly for Nathan's safety considering the state of Copper 9 overall, but there's a hint of guilt in her voice... "And why do you still call me Uzi??"
"It's..." Nathan was dissociating at the sight of Z's new look for the prom situation, interrupting his train of thought with the image of his best friend in a dress. Somehow Z doesn't notice his visor filling up with diagonal yellow lines
"Nathan? Helloooo?" Z approaches Nathan to tap onto his visor, getting a really bad burn on her finger, "ooh ouch-!" She puts her finger in her mouth to relieve the pain from the burn caused by... Apparently Nathan heating up, who's also waking up from his dissociation
"Wha- whu- wh- u-uhm- Uzi! You look uhm-... How- how do i say this-" Nathan stuttered, still blushing and cooling systems doing their hard work can be heard
"It's the dress, i know, Nathan..." Z looked away, also visibly blushing but not as much, from the embarrassment of honestly just being perceived with the dress on at all, she'd much rather wear that shirt and jacket over anything else
"Okay- sorry about that, i don't wanna be rude- and also uhm- so my sister Cyn is gonna kill everyone in the prom aaand i'm gonna need some help with that..!" Nathan chuckled nervously, for literally everything just became intense straight outta nowhere
"But i doubt you'd wanna help me with that, since the things that happened back there..." N remembers the exact words spoken just by him, running around his guilt-ridden head...
"T is going to kill everyone at prom, and i don't want any more oil spilled around like this... I actually would like you... Being there..." Z felt a strange, almost out of place feeling, trying to speak the words one by one...
What... Are you things..?!
What... Are you things..?!
What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!What... Are you things..?!
WHAT ARE YOU THI
"With me..." Z couldn't help but blush... This feels so off and out of place, why is it there..?!
Nathan smiled at this, the precious thoughts interrupted and fading away. His best friend doesn't hate him, turns out! Things can get better, they can be good! Things don't have to be so terrifying and painful! He couldn't help but jump behind her and put his left hand on her side, the other in the air in joy. "Dapper buddies!"
Z wanted to slap his hand right off her, but also didn't want to, subconciously... So she sucked it up, it's not the worst thing right now
"You look good in the suit too, Nathan..." Z spoke one more time...
"Ah- uh- th- thanks! I- i guess? Eheheeh..." Nathan blushed once more...
... Before they set off to stop Cyn and T's carnage at the dance floor
@lumineary-arts i had to your dumb little au got me hooked
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thebellearchives · 11 months
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𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
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~ solomon ; obey me
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : it’s been a year since Solomon gifted you your most precious possession and now you want to return the gesture
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!mc, fluff
‧₊˚ a / n : alternatively: a romantic coffee shop date with Solomon in London ~ this is set between season 3 and 4, the passage of time may not be accurate?? anyways, enjoy ✨
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As the time passed and the clock’s second hand clicked endlessly, you leaned into the jewelry’s counter and checked your old text messages once again.
Solomon:
Hello Mc
Quick question, do you ever wear anklets?
You:
Not really
I do like bracelets though!
Solomon:
Oh, well, you see
Leviathan just taught me how to make them
Apparently it’s the hobby of an idol named Zaramela
"A true otaku takes an interest in his favorite idol's hobbies!"
Or so Leviathan said, anyway. He had all the materials laid out on his desk.
Listening to him ramble, I decided to try it as well.
But while I was working, my thoughts turned to you, and I ended up making one that I think will suit you.
Maybe I could adjust it as a bracelet, would you like that?
You:
Yes! Id love that, thank you!
The bracelet Solomon had made for you about a year ago suddenly blinged with the dimming sunlight streaming from the window. It was a delicate golden chain with a sun charm and four cloud charms around it. So much had happened since then, you had been his apprentice for some time, now in the human world you had acquired your sorcerer license and the brothers had gone back to the devildom two weeks ago. Solomon probably didn’t even remember the date he gifted you your precious bracelet, which you never took off, but you did. And considering the feelings that had made a home in your chest since that day… you wanted to make this date special.
“Here it is miss, silver plated just like you asked” the jeweler’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
Inside a small rectangular box, the chain you had made just some days ago looked beautiful. A smile widened your lips.
“It’s perfect, thank you.”
So you picked up the gift, paid and then headed outside. The wind welcomed you softly, the sun was setting and it painted the clear sky, the elegant buildings and busy people in a beautiful pastel pink colour. A fluttering feeling filled your chest as you made your way through the Londoner streets, the animated chatter of people and the sound of cars passing by accompanying your thoughts as background noise. You weren’t sure if it was just your hopeful mood or everything genuinely was perfect that afternoon, because just a quick glance around made you feel like you were seeing the world through rose tinted glasses. The smell of coffee and pastries filled your senses once you were close to the coffee shop where you had asked Solomon to meet you. He had asked why you wanted to meet here instead of the Angel’s Halo, but you wanted to make sure you were alone with him this time. So when you stepped inside of the cozy cafeteria and you spotted him at the back, you weren’t sure if your heart stopped or if it had just started beating so fast you could not perceive it. With heated cheeks you watched as his long pale fingers flipped the pages of an old book, his white eyelashes blinked in fascinated interest, he licked his lower lip and tilted his head to the side, squinting.
“Afternoon miss, may I get you a seat?” a cheery freckled girl startled you out of your lovesick state.
“Uhm, I was just looking for him” you pointed at Solomon with a nod.
“Oh, you're with him?” her blue eyes widened “you’re a lucky gal.”
Now it was your turn to widen your eyes.
“Not like th-”
“Come with me” the girl didn’t even hear you out, instead happily walked over to Solomon’s table.
With a nervous sigh, you chewed your lower lip and followed in silence.
“Here” the girl made your presence known.
Solomon’s attention then settled on you and he immediately smiled tenderly.
“Mc, you’re here”
“Yes, sorry for the wait” you offered him an apologetic smile back.
“No worries” with a chuckle, he closed the book and set it aside.
“You’re ready to order now, sir?“ a nice menu was placed in front of you.
“Oh no, I’ll order when she’s ready” Solomon didn’t tear his gaze away from you, you tried to focus on the menu instead of his hovering eyes.
“Alright, I’ll be back soon then”
When the girl left, you inspected the menu as much as you could, even when you felt him staring at you.
“Is everything okay?” you asked curiously.
“Yeah” he giggled and relaxed his posture, his back hitting the back of his seat again “you just look lovely today, more than usual I mean”
“Thanks” you sighed with a shy smile, glad that you had taken your time to pick a nice outfit and accessories.
“I brought some of the books you said you wanted to take a look at, but I have a feeling we won’t be studying today?”
Surprised, your eyes abandoned the menu to look back at him. How was he able to read you so well?
“I…” you couldn’t find the words, he raised his brows expectantly with a cheeky grin “…yeah, can we just have some coffee and chat?”
“Yeah, I’d like that” the sorcerer’s frisky expression was then replaced by a heart-stopping smile.
Smiling too, you went back to looking for a nice drink. Solomon made small talk with you in the meantime. The same girl from before came a couple of minutes after that, you ended up ordering the usual thing you ordered in every cafe, and Solomon just ordered a black coffee. The time spent with your magic teacher flowed in between your fingers quickly and naturally like spring water. Your beverages were placed in front of you at some point, and soon stories, jokes, laughs, flirty comments, quick remarks and witty retorts built a whole different world around you two. Unconsciously, both of you were leaning over the table closer to one another, the lights of the coffee shop were now turned on, making his soft silvery hair shine. The passage of time was easy to forget when you had such a beautiful smile to look at, and that charming laugh to listen to. When you had the chance to just casually brush the soft skin of the back of his hand, or the opportunity to study the subtle ring of amber tint around his pupils, hidden in between the silver pools of his irises. But then his smile faded away, his lips turning into a fine line.
“What is it?” you raised your brows, worry filling your chest, had you said something you shouldn’t?
“I’m just wondering, is there something you want to tell me?”
You blinked twice, cluelessly.
“Like what?”
He just chuckled.
“I don’t know, I just had a feeling you had something on your mind when you first arrived, since you looked kind of restless”
Oh, that’s right, the bracelet!
You licked your lip, suddenly nervous again.
“Right yes…” taking a deep breath, your hands went looking for the deep blue box in you bag, and then placed it in the table before you.
Solomon’s curious grey eyes flickered between the box and your face. An anxious feeling washed over your stomach, but you tried to dismiss it in order to start talking.
“I’m sure you don’t remember, since you’re bad at remembering dates and everything, but it’s been a year since you first gifted me this bracelet” you held you wrist at eye level, he nodded slightly “and you’ve been such an amazing teacher, and- I mean, just an amazing person overall, you know? I just wanted to do something nice for you in return, to thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me”
Pressing your lips into a fine line, you slid the box over to him. He seemed surprised for a second, but then a fond smile softened his expression.
“Love, you didn’t have to”
The sudden pet name caught you off guard, you face was quickly tinted a shade of pink and a giddy feeling rushed through your body.
“I wanted to”
Solomon opened the box delicately, and then picked up the chain you dedicatedly made for him.
“It’s silver plated, you know, because of your hair and eyes. The moon charm is meant to symbolize that too, and also because the moon is mysterious and alluring. And the star charms stand for the constellation pattern in your cloak.” he stared at it in awe, and then looked back at you, you extended your arm over the table to show off your bracelet “and now we’re matching!”
The sorcerer giggled in amusement.
“How’d you know?!”
A confused frown appeared in your face while he locked the bracelet around his wrist. You tried to ask, but he grabbed you hand with his and laced his fingers between yours.
“You’re golden to me Mc, that’s why your bracelet is gold plated. The sun charm is because you’re warm and bright, you shine in my eyes, you light up every single room with your presence.”
With widened eyes and flushed cheeks, you inhaled to try and calm dow your heart rate, but the air got stuck in your throat. You tried to swallow it down.
“Solomon…”
“I’ll tell you what, why don’t we give them our own personal twist?” with a wink, Solomon placed his other hand over the bracelets, a sudden glow making them shine momentarily.
“Charmed bracelets?”
“If you ever need me, just touch your bracelet and call for me, I’ll come for you whenever you want me to. How’s that?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.” your other hand found a comforting place over his, and you offered him the most genuine smile you could.
He chuckled.
“You’re the one giving me a gift, why are you thanking me? Thank you, Mc, this is my favourite present ever, by far.”
“I’ll be taking this, is that alright?” the waitress’ voice suddenly bursted your bubble, grabbing your empty coffee cups.
“Yeah, sure” Solomon cleared his throat “thank you”
“You’re welcome” her eyes lingered over your matching bracelets, and then she glanced at you with a proud smile and a complicit wink before waking away.
Solomon smiled.
“I think she knows something”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
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w e e k l y . t a g . w e d n e s d a y
thanks for tagging me @darlingian 💖
Choose a fandom: shameless How did you first hear about it?: originally? my cousin's wife told me about it when it first premiered. (she was excited about emmy rossum!) Do you own any merch?: uuhhh not official merch? i have mickey's t-shirt that is technically a The Hangover t-shirt lol and i have some of Penguins stickers and ...so...SO many rooster mugs. What thing involving this fandom do you think non fans would be surprised to hear?: for such a rough, heavy, crude, and often insensitive tv show? downright kindest, sweetest fandom on the planet 😆 Favourite character?: usually Mickey Milkovich In 5 words explain why they're your fave: immense growth and strength + hilarious (thats 5 words lol)
Choose another fandom: dragon age What's your least favourite thing about the source material?: because of the sheer amount of lore, some things that can be extremely important to your protag can be barely touched upon in canon media (COUGHCLANLAVELLANCOUGH) Favourite ship: Solas x Lavellan (PAAAAIIINN) Best fanfic: Apotheosis by KeeperLavellan Describe the vibe of the fandom in 5 words: unhinged, indulgent, scary, fun, passionate
What's your name backwards?: Annaed Tell me how old you are the way a three year old might: "12!!" - my experience is small children have no concept of how old adults are lmao What is your favourite icecream?: mint choco chip!!!!! Tell me something you wish more people knew about you: lord, no. i want people to know LESS things about me to be honest. do not fucking perceive me. Where is home for you?: ohio ig, but also a little bit seattle If you could be an anthropomorphized stuffed animal, what stuffie would you want to be?: 👁️👄👁️ The movie you wish everyone would watch: ...uuhh Love and Monsters just reappeared on US netflix (and The Eagle is about to leave it) uhm...sorry thats two, watch both!!! What makes you really emotional lately?: god..uhm..everything? Are you okay?: hahahahahahahahahahhaha
very fun questions thank you chani!! if anyone fills these out please tag me so i can read your answers!! i am OUT of tagging mana right now. love you nuggets <3
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I was gonna turn on anon but I decided against it, would it be okay if I actually asked you a question? Since I know you write reader insert fics yourself I thought you would maybe relate to what I’m feeling and if so I wanted to see how you deal with it. I absolutely love writing x reader fics, I get really attached to my favorite characters and I love pouring that love into writing form for myself and others to enjoy but sometimes I still feel embarrassed/ashamed/anxious about it and about how others might perceive it. I know there used to be a big stigma behind it and I got made fun of for it for a while and even now when I’ve gained enough confidence to start posting them to public places I still get a little worried that someone is sitting being the screen and thinking “wow this is cringe” especially because it’s most of the content I write and I don’t often write about ships or storylines like a lot of other people do. It’s a bit silly because so far most people have been nothing but nice to me but I still feel a little bit anxious about it especially as I keep writing more and more of them and wonder “oh man is this getting irritating for people”
I apologize for the slight vent, I just found it a little difficult to articulate the emotions in a more simple way. Have you ever felt like when you write fanfic? And if so what helps you kinda push through it and start accepting your writing more?
You don’t have to reply to this if you don’t want to or if it doesn’t really apply to you, and again I’m sorry for dumping a wall of text into your asks- I just got stuck in a little rut while writing my next chapter today and am having trouble getting out of it.
First off thank you so much for the question, I'm really glad u asked and were confident enough to send this without the anon on. Second I'm going to answer questions or comment on certain things as I read this, so here we go.
I don't really write for myself, I mostly write for the people who want to read it. I have a small audience but from the few people I have talked to, on here and from my ao3 page, they like it, so I write it for them.
The thing about the stigma is I still feel it. Not for x reader specifically but for fanfiction and fandom in general. But I just have kinda gotten used to it so I just kinda live in it now. I mean I keep my tumblr to myself and of course y'all on here, but that's it. I don't talk about my fics to people I don't trust not just because of the stigma but also because I write some batshit crazy stuff.
I'll tell you this, I don't think people r going to read something that they think they're not going to like. Especially if you label your works right the worst thing they're going to do is scroll away. (But if u do get a negative comment @ me and I'll find them :) ) Also I think my own work is cringe and I've just accepted that it is at this point so I'm kinda immune to someone telling me that I'm cringe or that what I do is cringe because I am and that's just how it be man. I am one with the cringe and the cringe is me. I've lived too long past my experation date to be worried about some default settings incel telling me my Haunted Mansion fanfiction or tumblr blog is cringe. Like uhm ya of course it's cringe? It's supposed to be?? (also it's my brand now that I'm the jester of cringe, thx to @spookyhollowart)
O dude, lemme tell u something, one shots r the best. You don't have to stick to a big storyline, relationship growth, or character arcs. Literally the best. I can't wait to do my one shots because most of them r short and I won't have to be looking back 6 chapters ago to what color some random ass dude was wearing or some bullshit like that, because I have to do now in my current fic.
Trust me the nice people scare me too. It's like WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE AND WHY R U BEING NICE TO ME??? AND WHY DO YOU LIKE WHAT I WRITE?? (U scare me a lot too btw)
O god no! It's not irritating at all! Quite the opposite, I absolutely love ur stuff, especially ur latest one, Soul Ties. Seriously looking forward to the next chapter, I'm super invested in how the reader acts, I very much relate.
Plz don't apologize this was awesome to read through and answer/comment on.
Man that's a big question, uh Ig I can say that for a long time it felt like a joke to myself that I was writing fanfiction. I was writing it seriously but it didn't feel serious/real to me. I'll say this, I accept the storyline and that I came up with it, but I don't accept the way I'm write it. Because I beat myself up for typos, bad flow, not good enough dialog, not enough descriptors, too many descriptors, too short chapters when I have writers block, not good enough, that kinda stuff.
I'm honestly just glad to have someone else writing hm stuff because I love this fandom so much and I love reading other people's work. I hope you get out of ur rut soon. Take ur time, there's no rush, and don't stress on it.
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Finally got around to finishing the Reader x Tyler Bate fic I had started a while back. 
Prompt: I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you
EDITED IN: TAG LIST @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 
I do love my Big Strong Boi <3 
Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Full Name Y/P/N = Your Partial Name (for instance, i used Anna to write, so it was An-Anna)
Not sure if the perceived Relationships that he has had with Toni and Liv are true, but for this purpose we are saying yes. 
WARNINGS: Verbal Abuse (Brad Maddox is/was a jerk yall), Self-doubt, body conscious 
Austin mentioned = Creed; Ember, Tyler, Etore and Creed are friends I strive to have yall.
Let me know if you’d read a part 2!
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February 2017
First, it was all compliments and the unending love that I felt.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“You’re absolutely amazing, you know?”
“I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
Then came the backhanded compliments…
“We’re perfect together.”
“You’ll never find another guy out there like me. Hah.”
“You’re really lucky to have landed me, you know?”
Then the compliments turned to criticisms.
“You should lose a few pounds… or twenty. Make you look better.”
“Your hair needs to be longer, get some extensions or something.”
“Show some more cleavage, would you? I want other guys knowing what I got.”
And the criticisms to pure insults.
“I don’t want you sitting on my lap—you’re fat!”
“God you’re ugly—put some more make up on or something!”
“What the hell did I ever see in you? You’re pathetic!”
The sucker punch came when I saw him kissing another girl backstage- one of the audio techs. It was the last straw, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Austin told me to move on, Tyler said I deserved better; Ember wanted to knock him out for me and Etore tried to get my mind off of it.
Off of him.
Of Brad.
The worst mistake of my life. The mistake that took up 15 months of my life. 15 months I’ll never get back.
The only thing is—how do you move on from something like that?
He made me feel loved and desired.
Then he made me feel unworthy of such affection. Made me feel like I didn’t deserve to be loved; that I didn’t deserve to be happy.
So here I am now, four months later. I had managed to get myself lost in work, to keep my mind occupied, but that only lasts for so long. Now? It’s February… February fourteenth. All I see are happy couples walking the halls of Full Sail, or in pictures on Instagram and twitter. Happy little ‘I love you’s and words of affection.
Sighing to myself, I shook my head and tried to focus on the outfit in front of me. Ember accidentally tore one of the seams on her outfit last week but hadn’t realized it until she wore it earlier on. Taking a deep breath, I stitched the small tear quick and easily, snipping off excess thread and then folding them neatly for my friend.
“Uhm, excuse me? Could—”
The sudden voice caused my heart-rate to skyrocket as I jumped in surprise, My hand went over my heart as I glanced behind me to find the owner to the voice—only for my once racing heart to freeze entirely.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized, giving me a small smile.
“N-no, it’s alright. I just—I didn’t… Uh… Can I help you—with… something?” I asked awkwardly, tripping over my own words.
“I was hoping so. My last match, I noticed the seam was starting to unravel… on my trunks? Could you fix that? I’d really rather not be wrestling mid-match and them fall off.”
“That would be highly embarrassing,” I frowned, before nodding,” Yeah—I can do it. Er… sew it, real quick.”
“Thank you, here—let me grab them out of my bag real quick…”
“This isn’t fair…” I thought, sighing inwardly,” Cute… accent to die for… nice… Probably in a happy, caring relationship with some—”
“Here we go,” he smiled, handing the black trunks over to me; I felt my face heat up just slightly, but ignored the shiver than ran down my spine.
“Just… give me a moment… I can have these done real quick.”
“Not a problem, love. As long as I have them before my match.”
“Right…”
“Tyler—Tyler Bate.” He held out a hand, waiting patiently with that adorable smile on his face, causing my heart-rate to skyrocket again.
“Uh… Y/P/N—Y/N. Y/L/N. Y/F/N,” I replied, reaching out and shaking his hand.
JUNE 19th 2018
Almost a year and a half. 16 months to be exact. 16 months that Tyler Bate had been on my mind; that I had tried, and failed, multiple times to get him out of my mind. I tried focusing on work, on all the alterations I needed to make to active-roster outfits, fixes to any broken seams… but in doing so, all I heard was the work gossip that floated around endlessly.
“Did you see them together? They’re cute!”
“Right, Liv is interesting. Different that I’d imagine Bate be with.”
“Too pretty, kinda. I don’t know…”
“Maybe so. Out of left field though—just like that time he was with Toni.”
“Must have a thing for blondes.”
Without meaning to, my eyes floated to the strand of hair that was hanging in front of my face. The brown hair seemingly mocking me. Taking a deep breath, I tucked it behind an ear and attempted to keep the U.K superstar out of my thoughts. I knew it was going to be inevitable, running into Tyler today. Hunter had asked if Id be able to go to London for the next tournament show. It was a chance to visit the beautiful country, immerse myself in the rich culture—and torture myself with a secret crush.
So here I was, at Royal Albert Hall, assisting the UK Brand creative department with everyone’s outfits. Right now I was busy, extremely focused on the outfit in my hands. Not only did I have to focus on doing all the stitches correctly; I had to keep myself professional—ensure no mis-stiches. Why?
The jacket belonged to none other than—
“Hey, are you finished yet?”
My head jerked up in surprise and felt like my thoughts had been read—but the innocent slight smile on Toni’s face told me otherwise.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“N-no… it’s—uh,” I felt myself stuttering,” Almost finished. Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I’ll come back later.”
“R-right. Thanks.”
I watched with bated breath as she walked away, not daring to take another breath of air until Toni Storm was no longer in sight. Shaking my head in attempts to clear it, I looked down to refocus on the small sequin I was hand stitching.
“Why’s he gotta like blondes?” I muttered under my breath with a small pout,” Nothin’ special about them.”
“Are you talking to yourself now, love?”
The sudden proximity of his voice, the fact he could—probably already did—know I was talking about Toni. About him.
I jumped out of my skin, the needle going straight through the fabric and into my skin.
“Dammit!” I cried, dropping everything to the desk and clutching my finger as the blood slowly began to pool.
“Bloody hell, I’m sorry love—here—” Tyler frowned, taking the towel from his shoulder and instantly putting it to my finger to stop the blood,” Oi—hey there! Grab a medic kit, will ya?” The passing backstage tech nodded before quickly walking off to find said kit.
“Did I get any blood on—” I panicked, reaching with my free hand for Toni’s jacket.
“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off if you did. Toni won’t mind, believe me.”
I had to choke back a scoff—of course he would know if she would mind. Suddenly my eyes landed once more on the towel, and I became hyper aware that he was holding my hand so delicately. Instinctively, I tried to pull it away, only for Tyler’s grip to slightly tighten, his gaze finding mine.
“You’ll be fine. Just a small pin prick,” Tyler smiled to me, as the tech came up to us with the kit and Tyler gave him a nod of thanks. I watched in silence, unable to even form a thought to voice; ever so gently, Tyler brought out a small alcohol wipe and after moving the white towel, dabbed at the bloody spot on my finger causing me to hiss and recoil instinctively. Again, his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so, and he looked at me apologetically.
“Sorry love, had to clean it real quick.” With a silent nod, Tyler unpackaged the band-aid before gently wrapping it around my finger.
“There… all better,” Tyler smiled to me, causing a blush to cover my cheeks. In an attempt to hide it, I ducked my head.
“Now that you don’t have any pointy objects in your hand,” Tyler chuckled, turning his attention back to me,” How have you been Y/N? Good I hope?”
My head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Something wrong love?”
“N-no, no. Sorry… I just… I honestly didn’t think you’d remember my name. I mean… we only interacted for like… three minutes… over a year ago…”
“Well, yeah… but you’re a difficult woman to forget,” Tyler smiled and I felt my heart constrict.
“Y-yeah, I… I know…” Looking down, I began to pick at my shirt, my one hand grazing the side of my pant leg,”… Gotta loose some weight…”
“What? No- no, love—” Tyler shook his head, reaching out and gently grabbing my hands, holding both with his own; one hand traveled up my arm to cup my chin, raising my eyes to his own. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach go wild at the look of concern in his blue eyes.
“What makes you say something like that? You’re perfect—”
“Not perfect enough,” I mutter, my eyes flicker once more to the ground, only for the soft touch on my chin to lift my gaze once more.
“Whoever made you think that… They’re wrong. How they could even—” Tyler stopped short, shaking his head and took a deep breath, as if collecting himself. Looking into my eyes once more, I felt his fingers gently sweep a lock of hair behind my ear; Tyler seemed to be searching for the words to say, but what could be said?
“I-It’s fine, Tyler,” I shook my head, slowly pulling from his grip and taking a step back,” I’ve—I’ve accepted it… no one… no one will love me…” My voice grew softer and softer, until it broke at the very end. Taking a breath, I grabbed Toni’s jacket, careful of the needle hiding within somewhere. I busied myself with finishing stitching the sequin on, aware that Tyler was still standing behind me. As I finished the stitch, reaching for the next- Tyler’s hand slowly, gently reached with me, his hand landing on-top mine.
“Y/N… I…” Tyler started, before easing the jacket out of my grip and turning me back to face him. The look of pain, discomfort lacing his features,” I don’t know who… how—” He took a deep breath, composing himself again, before continuing,” I’m sorry that somebody you loved made you think it was hard to love you. You are… perfect— I wish you could see it. See what I see every time I look at you. I would call myself lucky if I had even a chance with you—I mean… maybe… maybe you could give me a chance to prove how perfect you are? Give me a chance to love you like you deserve?”
My heart dropped and I forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just–?
“Are—are you… asking me out?”
“Rather, asking you to be my girlfriend,” Tyler smiled,” But I would like to take you do dinner, before you left back to the States.”
I could feel it—deep within my bones—the fight or flight instincts trying to kick in.
He’s just going to use you.
It’ll be just like with Brad.
Don’t trust him.
Then my eyes focused, looking straight into his baby blue eyes, and I knew.
I had to believe.
Believe in him.
Believe in the possibility—of happiness. Of love.
“Yes.”
I could see his whole body relax with my answer, a bigger smile crossing his face. It was only contagious though, as I too began to smile.
“If there’s time after the show, we can grab a bite to eat. I’ve got to finish getting ready for my match tonight.”
“Best of luck tonight, you and Trent. UE wont know what hit them,” I smiled, blushing as Tyler caressed my cheek; my heartbeat quickened as I saw him lean towards me, before I felt his lips on my other cheek. The mustache tickled a little, but the gesture, innocent and romantic all the same, caused another smile to cross my face.
This was the perfect chance for happiness. For love.
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iphisesque · 6 months
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I have a question. I've read your answer to why you ship uhm gojo and megumi? sorry I don't watch jjk. but it made a lot of sense and I feel the same towards many pairings. what is different between that attitude towards someone like gojo (like appreciating the dynamic but lowkey hoping he dies and the lil guy gets revenge a la stoker etc) and a more lets say... enthusiastic one towards someone like idk john winchester? besides that JDM is hot cause yeah. they're both groomers but is there some difference I can't see? I ask because I want to become The Understander. thank you for your work comrade
oh there's very little difference in fact i would wager that john winchester is probably worse than gojo (if you're a johndean truther at least which i am). i want to say the main difference i perceive in these relationships is dean and megumi? they're obviously vastly different characters, and i actually find megumi quite similar to sam: megumi's arc is primarily about his struggle under the boot of jujutsu society and it would be incredibly satisfying if its resolution was him pulling an india stoker, while dean's arc was a lifetime of near-unrewarded loyalty and its resolution was his father's death to save him (vastly simplifying both plotlines here of course). which isn't to say i wouldn't have loved it if dean had snapped, i would probably have found it very rewarding as i do in most stories where an incestuous relationship ends with the child turning against the parent; i do also love stories where the characters are trapped in an inescapable cycle though, and dean's storyline in early supernatural encapsulates that very realistically and beautifully, so much so that i don't wish for a different kind of resolution. between me and you, i might also enjoy a resolution where megumi ends up perpetuating the same cycle of abuse he was a victim of, but that would be a bleaker and un-cathartic ending that would work better in a different genre or from a different author, i don't trust akutami to handle such a complex storyline nor do i think it fits the vibe of the work itself (as opposed to the more straightforward catharsis of a victim killing their abuser, which he's already depicted satisfactorily more than once).
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kokonoihell · 1 month
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Nine mein Schatz 🫶 I'm here to deliver a little love letter someone left for you during my valentines event 🥺✨
Thank you for being an inspiration to others and for being yourself and helping others feel seen.
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Your words create a vivid mosaic of emotions, enthralling our hearts and mind. Your literary mastery is a constant source of inspiration, leading us through realms of imagination and introspection. Your work is a testament to the profound power of storytelling. Thank you for generously sharing your talent with the world; you've sparked a passion within us that shines brightly.
I will never emotionally recover from this. /pos
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I just wont....to b appreciated!!!! UWEEEE SOBSSSSSSSSS to be loved is to be perceived uhm uhm I have so much love and I don't know what to do with it I don’t know where to put it. SOBS stain them I don’t care. UWEEEE it's rotten work but not to me not if it’s you UWEEEE SOBS
my heart is filled w light and love.... how could you do this to me while I'm weak and vulnerable
anon I will kiss u on the mouth actually /j
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f-ferrari-forever · 10 months
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Thank you Elle (@il-predestinato) for tagging me! Loved the Audie photo btw, she’s definitely giving Charles a run for his money on who is the most adorable wearing that Monaco cap.
1. Are you named after anyone?
Not that I know of, although my parents wanted it to be bit of an uncommon name. Fast forward to elementary school, there was girl in my class with the same name. Fast forward to now, turns out it’s a pretty darn popular name in a different part of the country. Oh well...
2. When was the last time you cried? 
Oh boy...Uhm, let’s just say that last month has been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster at work, but it’s all good now, at least I hope it is. 
On the other hand, I also teared up a little yesterday while reading one of the new entries in the Lestappen tag. I’d rec it here, but the author doesn’t want it shared outside AO3. Nevertheless, you’ll find it in the tag quite easily I think.
3. Do you have kids? 
Nope. Think I might want one eventually, but definitely not any time soon.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
It usually comes out the strongest when I’m pissed off, and when it does...let’s just say I’m not anybody’s bestie then 😅. 
5. What sports do you play/have you played?
I have a confession to make...I’m a bit like our beloved boys Maxy and Charlie when it comes to sports (that may also include driving, but I hope I can fix that soon). I did try dance for a hot minute, but I kind of/sort sucked at it. What else? Oh right, had one swimming class before I caught pneumonia. Fun times.
6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?
I have a bit of a sweet spot for fashion, so definitely how they’re dressed. Charlie baby, I’m definitely judging you.
7. Scary movies or happy endings?
Definitely happy endings. Although recently I’ve been the tiniest bit more exposed to scary movies. I still think they suck though.
8. Any special talents?
Definitely not. Although I’m going to take a page out of Elle’s book and say that at least I am fully aware about things I suck at. Self-conscious, right? That can easily slip into underestimating yourself, but that’s a another story...
9. Where were you born?
Romania, my frenemy, the land of choice. King Charles apparently likes it here. If only it were a different Charles...ahem.
10. What are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, watching silly little sports about silly little tax-evading men and down-right abusive federations and coaches who exploit their athletes...also spending time with the people I love. Balance, right? 
11. Do you have any pets?
I do! Two kitties and one dog. But they’re not as cool as Audie!
12. How tall are you?
164 cm, and I am very adamant that it’s 164, not 163, okay? Also, I have no idea how inches work. 
13. Fave subject in school?
It would have been Math if I had had less...Russian coaches like teachers (to a much more smaller scale, but still). English definitely, and I guess also Romanian (but our literature is...not the most entertaining and my teachers were weird).
14. Dream job?
I’m starting more and more to realise that it’s being a university professor. Which is a bit of bummer financially, and also it doesn’t help that in my field and in my country it’s generally perceived that only people who fail in the industry turn to academia. But I really like working with students and helping them succeed.
15. Eye colour?
I’m going to step away from the poop joke and instead use the Stephenie Meyer description of chocolate brown ✌🏻. 
Tagging: @xiaoluclair, @alestire, @pressradio, @coconutshygame, @the-last-jedis, @dnfstrategist, @just-an-inchident, @karlmarxverstappen if any of you guys want to this or haven't been tagged already!
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Nathaniel Barnes (& Harvey Bullock & Jim Gordon) Defending Homosexuality (Nathaniel Barnes x Male/Nonbinary/Not Cis etc. Reader, but this also has other cool stuff apart from romance like, uhm, him🤭😂)
@honestmrdual asked: So, about Barnes x reader request... How about Barnes and male reader, who insist on making their relationship known to public, at least in the precinct, and Barnes, pretty obviously, being opposed to this idea? Humour, or angst, or both, you can decide! :)
Author's note: Here are all of my thoughts, I hope you like them😊 This is soo much longer than expected
Reader: ambiguously not perceived as a woman (so a man, nonbinary, masculine/very androgynous woman, etc.)
Other featured characters: Harvey Bullock because he's gotta be against homophobia. Also a little mention of Jim & Oswald because they had something going there 😉
Warning: homophobia (not from the love-interest though 🙂), illegal homosexuality
First of all: whether homosexuality's illegal in Gotham or not, Nathaniel Barnes doesn't think of it as a sin. He may be a lawfully good character, thinking that the only line separating him from animals is the law, but he's not stupid: a healthy consensual relationship just isn't immoral, illegal or not. There's not the least bit internalized homophobia in him, and I can imagine that even if homosexuality was illegal, it would mostly go ignored by the police. Though it would be comically tragic for someone to get thrown into a cell next to an actual criminal. One's in for murder while the other just kissed their partner?? Gotham's crazy!
If it was illegal, Barnes would do anything in his power to make sure to help the wrongfully convicted. He starts out small by letting them go free on his own, going home in the evening to assure himself that you're still there in his arms, not in some cell. He knows he's already doing so much but what if it isn't enough?
He loves what you share and is very aware of how quickly things could go wrong, so when you ask him to make your relationship public, he's vehemently against it and very confused. "Did someone hit on you? Do you want to tell them that you're in a relationship? Because you have my full support to make up a partner if you want to."
When you tell him that that isn't the case, he assumes that it's something else. "Are you jealous? You know that I love you. I don't think that anyone at the GCPD wants to be with me." He leans towards you and lowers his voice, "But between us: I wouldn't want to be with any of them even if I didn't have you." He even tries to throw shade at his co-workers despite normally being very professional, "Some can be a little..." You smile at his obvious contrition, "Stupid?" you offer. He purses his lips and makes a vague hand gesture, which makes you laugh. He's really trying not to be mean.
Despite the now light-hearted atmosphere, you bring the conversation back to your request, and he gets serious again. The idea might sound naively dangerous to him but you obviously care about it, so he doesn't dismiss it right away. He wants to know whether there's a smaller problem that he can solve. Do you doubt his love for you? Are you afraid of someone taking him away from you?
If any of these is the case, he makes it one of his missions to prove you wrong. Not that he doesn't make you feel loved any other time. He's very thankful for you. But if it's not enough for you, then it's not enough. Feelings are valid...and so is your safety: he doesn't give in.
"Even just the fact that I'm a known police officer could put you in danger", he stresses, "And I can only think in horror of the hatred that would certainly be directed at us for other reasons."
Things continue as they were, until one day when he overhears some officers make fun of Jim Gordon for being called Penguin's bitch - with lots off ugly terms thrown at Jim - none other than Harvey Bullock, the man Nathaniel would have expected at least some homophobia from, defends his partner and gives them hell for the things they said.
"You got a problem with Jim banging a known criminal? That's fine with me, hell, I'd have a problem with it too if it was true! But you target my buddy because he's with a man? Seriously? Your girlfriend doesn't even know you've been looking at someone else, but you're criticising him for being in a consensual relationship, which, again, isn't even real?! Check your morals, man!"
"Okaay, Bullock, chill, I was just joking around. Besides: it's illegal, you know that, right?"
Harvey raises his eyebrows, "Well it shouldn't be." "Careful there, Bullock. Don't want to get thrown out by the captain, do we?" Harvey huffed, "I think he's got a little more common sense than you think." "You don't seem completely convinced." "Ugh, stop it. Get yourself a life. Maybe I'll ask him sometime."
Except that he doesn't. He has neither the time nor the nerves.
Nathaniel tells you the story, promising to work on it, just way slower than you wished. He waits until he heard the next hateful comment so that he could directly intervene, making his already planned speech later seem more natural.
So it comes that he spends more time outside of his office until one day when he heard Jim again, "Doesn't seem like Oswald if you ask me" followed by "Except that I didn't ask you, you fag-" "LANGUAGE", the commissioner's word gets everyone's attention, "like this is highly inappropriate here, any place really. You are police officers, show some goddamn respect!"
"But he's literally called his bitch in the streets-"
"Are we not in a police precinct?"
"Of course we are, sir, but it's also illegal to-"
"And do you not have a brain, detective?" "Sir, I wasn't trying to say that detective Gordon is seriously a f-"
"You're missing the point: hate speech of any kind isn't tolerated here."
"Got it-"
"-nor should you use it at home." He noticed the silence around him. "Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, sir."
Wow, that felt good to get off his chest! He still needs to make that speech, which would normally be really easy but he doesn't want to make your relationship public or out himself to be honest. He wants to appear completely distanced from the topic, non-emotional, just rational.
When he asks what your ideas are, he's frustrated that something feeling so right, so wonderful, has to be justified at all. He's nervous about the speech: normally he only stands behind the law, and now he's speaking out against it? He's conflicted.
"Why don't you let someone else speak as well?" you try, knowing that he can take on too much work.
"What?" he asks, not wanting to put that burden onto someone else. You shrug, "Let Gordon say some things, he's the one you always complain about being one step away from being a criminal. And you say that he's got people who look up to him."
"No", he protests, "it has to come from someone who has never misstepped."
You give him an unconvinced look, "You have misstepped."
He takes in a sharp breath at the memory. "You killed a man and I still trust and love you, Nathaniel." He looks a little less sceptic now.
"That speech can come from any cop and it will come from someone who at least once committed a crime. I'm not saying that you should let someone else say everything, just that you might wanna talk about it with some other detectives first. Make it appear natural."
The perfect opportunity would come: the time when the crime incidents skyrocket and the precinct has to clean rooms to make way for prisoners.
"Alright everyone, listen up! We've obviously got too little room for perps, so we're gonna have to prioritize."
He takes a deep breath and thinks back to your impressed look at his practiced speech, "From now on, there are a few deeds we will no longer persecute. Not just because of the current lack of space but because they shouldn't be crimes."
He looks at the officers, most of whom don't look extremely bothered, and starts the list, "Anyone here on grounds of consensual relationships to someone of the same sex is to be set free without any entries."
By the end of the list of other "crimes", a few people are looking at him confused, some even angry but not many more than he expected. One officer raises his voice, "So what about that black-haired guy we got in for kissing another man?"
"He's in for sexual harassment!" Jim Gordon comes to his aid spontaneously. "He'll stay", Nathaniel continues, noting that a few people's sour expressions disappear.
"Finally for those of you still unconvinced, who don't have the brains to think by themseleves: before you arrest someone for any of the things mentioned before, ask yourself: would I rather harm one person or save many? A lot is on the line, we've gotten more bombings in four months than in the last year combined. So be smart."
"I'll drink to that!" Harvey shouts and the resulting laughter lightens the mood. That that day more people visit the GCPD captain's office or pass by and say their approval.
It's the beginning of a new time for the precinct and hopefully eventually for Gotham.
However, that still doesn't mean that he likes the idea of criminals knowing that you mean so much to him.
He'll tell some colleagues about you though. They deserve to know what a wonderful partner one can have as a police officer.
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theghostbunnie · 9 months
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Uhm, gender bender r generally considered nbyphobic? So I was curious as to how ur au was different? Like for example, how do you plan to "genderbend" The canonically nonbinary character? Not to be rude, but I'm curious
Well I'll start by saying thanks for asking!/gen
And for me personally i don't use the gender binary in this AU and just ""swap boys for girls and girls for boys"" as we all should hopefully know there's multiple genders and multiple gender expressions aswell ontop of that, and the whole being actually assigned male or female at birth for most people with different expectations and raised with different gender roles and different responses from their peers or parents on themselves as they grow ect
And this AU is just me having fun with that, tinkering with designs and how these differences in expression, perceivement of themselves and themselves onto others, would make them different starting out with the exact same personalities!
So since Nerris is (my hc/assumption) afab, (cannonicaly) non-binary their gender exactly wouldn't change but their exspression/what they were assigned at birth would
Seeing as how they don't even have a gender to bend! lol(do y'all see what I did there)
Nerris cannonicaly imo presents very neutrally, so I'm thinking in this AU they'd present very masc and fem at the same time, and to some people that's like the same exact thing but, yk, things like gender exspression don't really have set rules
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