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cinnnamongrl · 10 months

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sorority secrets- ellie williams (part 2)

pairing: college!ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: part 2 to this fic.

warnings: [18+ MDNI] explicit language, suggestive themes/language, kissing (gasp) [this series will contain smut later on- warnings will be listed accordingly]

author’s note: part two everybody clap. this is a little shorter but part 3 will make up for it .. wink wink. have fun and lmk all ur thoughts<33

was ellie delusional? was she a complete idiot for thinking there was something sapphic that was occurring between the two of you? did she dream up the flirting, the glances at her hands and quickened heartbeat visible through your dress when her face was close to yours? she didn’t know. all she knew was she had been tied up in too many situations where she’d misread signals and falsely assumed a girl was queer and interested to then find out she was straight, or involved with a guy. and fuck going through that again. so she decided to distance herself. luckily for her, there hadn’t been any mandatory eta meets lately and you didn’t share any classes together. her plan to leave you alone and let you pursue this chad guy was going perfectly.

you felt like shit. you felt like the worlds biggest asshole for telling everyone you had a crush on a guy 3 minutes after ellie’s mouth was a few inches from yours, and not even talking to her after to maybe explain that, hey, i don’t even know who chad is. i was just being a pussy. now can we go back to where you were pressed up against me in the bathroom? another fun consequence of your lie was now having to pretend you knew who chad peters was when your sorority sisters would prod you for details on your big crush on him. you’d managed to work out through their giggly discussions that he was:

1. tall.

2. well endowed. (lucky you!)

3. a football player.

4. president of kappa upsilon sigma fraternity. the same fraternity your dad had been a part of.

fuck chad peters for existing and being the reason ellie wasn’t talking to you anymore.

you laid on your bed with yours and ellie’s chat open on your phone. your heard swirled with different excuses to use to text her, trying to silence your pride. it was your fault she was avoiding you anyway, you’d embarrassed her and hadn’t even followed up with an apology, instead you let your parent’s ideals and the pressure you put on yourself mess with your head.

fuck this.

she didn’t tell you to fuck off so you considered that a win. it had been 17 minutes since you sent the last text, so you assumed the conversation was over. still, you picked up your phone every few minutes to check she hadn’t texted again. it was a natural place for the conversation to end, but… what if she was still upset with you? you threw your head dramatically into your pillow like a woman scorned.

curse your stupid love heart hand emojis, ellie thought. she tried to be chill and think about important things like the next paragraph on her text book, or replying to a text from emilia about some eta thing, or doing something about the clothes pile on her floor from 2 weeks ago. but she was sat in her desk chair analysing your emojis. which made her think about you. which made her think about the little eyebrow scrunch you did when you pretended to be annoyed with her, which made her think about your chest almost pressing into hers in the bathroom, which made her think about your neck, how it might look with-

KNOCK KNOCK

ellie scanned her room, kicked the pile of clothes into the corner, adjusted the hood of her grey hoodie and walked to the door. she opened it and was met with you, looking slightly awkward but in an (annoyingly) endearing way. she looked down at your hands. a box of capri-suns. a laugh escaped her throat. “hi” your voice a little unsure. “listen i know you’re studying i just thought i’d bring this to you it’s a joke because we talked about capri-suns sorry i’ll go i just thought it would be funny but i’m probably disturbing you so i’ll see you soon maybe y’know because of e-“ “come in” she cut you off.

you took in a breath and tentatively walked past her outstretched hand. you stood in the middle of her room, still processing that you’d asked ellie’s step sister to tell you where her dorm room was like a creep and then ran there to give her a gift from a stupid inside joke. “i’ll leave in a minute i just,” you thought for a second. you just what? you pointed a weak hand at the box of capri-suns in your other hand. she smiled slightly “i see. thank you.” she took the box from your hand and started to rip it open as she sat down in her desk chair. you watched her for a few seconds before a brightly coloured pouch came flying at you, your instincts managing to kick in at the last minute so your hand could shoot out and clutch it against your torso, an action that lacked any hint of grace. ellie was visibly holding in a laugh as she pierced the tiny straw through her own drink. “don’t laugh! you didn’t give me any warning!” you blurted. “ok this is your warning. i’m going to throw a capri-sun at you.” not even half a second later another flash of colour shot towards you and you held you hand up in front of your face in protection. the pouch hit the floor with a gentle thud and you picked it up and stared at ellie who was now openly snickering at you. “you’re” you aimed it at her stomach “a dick” SMACK.

“ow!” she held the drink to her and looked up at you in disbelief before standing to her feet, eyes on you. a little jump of playful fear zapped through you and she grabbed a handful of capri-suns out the box and one after the other threw them towards you, no real force behind the throws. you backed away giggling until the backs of your knees met her bed and you fell back onto it. ellie didn’t let up her attack and continued walking towards you, fourth capri-sun hitting your shoulder a little harder than she’d anticipated. you clutched it theatrically and turned away from her, face pressed into her bed and keeping your body balled up like you’d been shot. a wave of panic went through ellie at the thought of accidentally hurting you. she placed herself next to you on the bed and put her hand on your back nervously “hey are you..” “HA” you lifted suddenly and held her body down onto the bed with your leg and repeatedly hit the capri-sun onto her arm, laughing at your own genius. ‘hey hey hey’ ellie spoke through her laughter and grabbed a hold of your arms, successfully pacifying you.

she looked at the sight of you above her, grinning, your chest rising and falling quickly. the memory of your truth or dare confession struck her. she let go of your arms and cleared her throat, sitting up slightly, making you remove your leg from her. you noticed her switch and before your brain could have an input your mouth got there first;

“i don’t like that guy.” you babbled. ellie stared at you. “what?” “that guy. chad. i didn’t even know a chad, it was the first name that came to mind.” “wh-“ she blinked a few times “what are you saying?” you adjusted yourself so you were sat on your knees. “i made up a fake crush when emilia asked because i got scared.” ellie frowned, “scared of what?” “you.” a short laugh escaped her, the confusion obvious on her features. “me?” “yes, scared of you and…” “and what?” her eyes were still fixed on you and it took great effort to stop yourself from doting upon her freckles and her pretty lips “..the way you make me feel.” you looked down. ellie’s tone changed, there was a depth to her voice. “and how’s that?” your eyes remained focused in on a crease in her sheets. “like..” “hey, look at me.” she raised your chin with her index finger. you complied. and she wanted to hear you talk but god did she also want to kiss you right now.

“..fuzzy. and all hot and nervous and i haven’t stopped thinking about you since i met you which is stupid and scary and-” and then her lips were on yours, it was soft and sweet and it gave you butterflies. it was delicate and gentle and tender, until it wasn’t. until it was deepening, her tongue was meeting yours and you had butterflies in a whole new way. her hand found your face and she cupped your jaw while the other made it’s way to the back of your neck, the intensity of both her hands holding you making your head spin a little. she kissed you with all the desperation of a man starved and yet all the technique that made it seem like she already knew exactly what your body wanted from her.

feeling suddenly restricted in the sitting position on your knees you leaned into the kiss and placed your hands either side of her, lifting your ass from your legs and leaning into her on all fours, mouth not leaving hers. ellie felt your body shift and broke away from you, noticing your new position. “you.. can’t do that” she let out breathlessly. “d-do what?” you were suddenly hyper aware of your body, realising that you probably did look a little pathetic in near-enough doggy position while you’re kissing for the first time. “because i want to be respectful,” she calmed her breathing slightly “but the way you look now is making me have not so respectful thoughts” your face heated and let out a shy giggle. “..sorry.” the corner of her mouth lifted into a smile. you continued “but uh… you don’t have to be respectful… if you don’t want.” you looked up at her and absentmindedly brought your bottom lip to chew on at your nervous attempt at playful seduction. ellie looked down at your mouth and within the beat she’d captured it with her own, kissing you hard again and hands stoking up your arms that were still held up on her bed.

part 3

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#ellie tlou 2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader

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earthtooz · 1 year

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just a quick hawks idea that came to me <3 it's awkward lol but gn and pro-hero!reader

you might need to put your agency on lockdown.

admittedly, a hero agency going into lockdown was incredibly hypocritical, but when the threat was the number two hero himself, hawks, you can’t take any risks. everything must be secured so he cannot step even one foot into the premise or you’ll call emergency out of desperation and exasperation.

of course in the case of an actual lockdown, you would be expected to be there on the front lines which means you’d be the one responsible for being face-to-face with the problem. and if hawks flashed that charming smile at you or laughed that boyish laugh of his, you’d be surrendering. easy defeat.

but, the moment you’ve been dreading all day comes a little sooner than you expected, when three knocks on your door abruptly capture your attention and in comes one of your assistants.

“ah, l/n? hawks is here and wants to see you,” she says, sounding a little overwhelmed. hawks can be intimidating when he doesn’t mean to be after all and well, you too were dreading meeting him for completely different meetings.

“don’t send him in,” you blurt, causing your assistant to widen her eyes in shock. you know she has the urge to ask why but quickly nods in affirmation before disappearing behind the office door once more.

crisis averted. or so you thought as a sturdy, red feather begins dancing on your desk, one that you knew wasn’t there before.

it must’ve slipped in alongside your assistant and your heart drops at the realisation, especially when it becomes gesturing to your window; a signal you somehow recognise.

“oh my goodness,” you mutter before turning around in your chair, coming face-to-face with the winged hero as he taps impatiently on your window, your chest already beginning to compress with the way your heart rate increased, and a thrill of exhilaration runs its course through your veins; two natural reactions that happen very commonly whenever you’re around hawks.

you hurriedly shut the curtains on his face, not having long to rejoice before his feather lifts up a portion of the blinds to reveal his unimpressed expression, coupled with an amused eyebrow raise and a dangerous smirk. hawks then gestures upwards with his pointer finger and you knew immediately that he meant to meet you on the rooftop of your agency; a place he likes to crash onto whenever he wants to.

(you once asked him if he had better things to do than hangout on the top of your building and he replied that he’s there because he’s bored but you know otherwise. if there’s something about hawks it’s that he’s never free. his schedule was worse than yours and even then, yours was unmanageable. where he found a slot to loiter around your establishment, you don’t know. the bigger philosophical issue was why.)

you’re backed into a corner with nowhere to go but the rooftop and the wing that clung to your hero clothes was only emphasising the direness of your situation.

the moment you open the card-regulated door of your rooftop, hawks is already waiting for you, his face bursting into a dazzling smile as a glimmer appears in his eyes, ones that rivalled the sun.

“there you are, sweetheart!” he greets, fluffing up his wings as the singular feather trailing beside you returns to its rightful owner. he takes generous steps towards you whilst you take smaller ones to meet him in the middle, your arms crossed over your chest in hopes of maintaining an apathetic front to deter him.

it must not have been working because he does not look fazed. not one bit.

“what are you doing here?” you grumble, subtly admiring the way his ruffled hair blows with the wind and how radiant he looks with the sun shining upon him. “don’t you have things to do that are more productive than bother me?”

“i am being productive; i’m chasing up on a deal that i made with you. maybe you need a little reminder to what it was?”

“please, don’t start-”

“-if i placed above you in the hero rankings this year, i would get to take you out on a date. remember anything along those lines, pretty?”

you hide your face from him, using your hands to cover your eyes as you look away.

him, being the embodiment of your worst nightmares (daydreams), bends around so he would appear in your eyesight again and when you catch a glimpse of him, you just shut him out again using your hands. a deep chuckle spills from the winged hero at your childish insistence, genuinely entertained and infatuated by you.

“c’mon, stop ignoring me. i earned this date fair and square.”

“if i do not see, i do not perceive, please leave me alone.”

“oh c’mon number six, i’ve already placed reservations at a hot place i’ve been meaning to try together. won’t you be nice?”

removing your hands, you meet his gaze with a perplexed one of your own. “i’m serious, hawks, i have work to take care of. don’t you as well? we can’t just take breaks whenever.”

“and i’m serious about this date. so much so that i rostered more sidekicks on today than i normally do. everything is being taken care of so stop worrying, would i really be japan’s number two hero if i didn’t plan out every last detail?”

you huff, signalling his defeat. he was right. his surveillance abilities were off the charts. if anyone knew where danger was happening the second it occurred, it would be hawks. just- does he have to be so smug about it? it feels like he’s rubbing salt in the wound of your defeat yesterday at the hero rankings.

“fine,” you give in with an ungracious eye roll. “let’s go to this hot pot reservation of yours since you’re so insistent about how diligent you are.”

“oh, do you find that attractive?”

“how about you take me out before i regret it?”

“as you wish!”

#hawks x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks fluff #hawks drabble #hawks fic #hawks x reader fluff #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #hawks #mha fic #bnha fic #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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waechan · 29 days

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meeting jaemin for the first time (at a daycare)

pairing: jaemin na x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 632

notes: in my mind jaemin = kindness, kindness = kids, so this is how ima go about this one! i hope you like it, i've been getting sm love recently on this series so ty!

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i walk into the daycare as the bell rings to signal the door had opened. a couple of the workers there turn to face me and wave me over to the front desk.

"hi! are you here to pickup?"

i nod gently, smiling. "yes, i am. for lily?"

right on cue, lily comes running out of the back room towards the gate as she giggles.

"auntie!!"

"ah, so you're her aunt, then?" i nod again.

"yes, my sister is busy on tuesdays so i'm here to pick her up from now on." i smile gently.

before i can explain anything else, i see the figure of a man (a very beautiful one) walking out and searching for something, his eyes squinted in playfulness.

"LILY! THERE YOU ARE!" he pretends to run and chase her as she squeals and she runs away from him. i can't help but laugh as i see the two of them.

"who's that?" i whisper to myself, heart clenching a bit at just how adorable the scene (and him) was.

"oh the worker? that's jaemin, he's the owners son."

i blush a bit as i realize i was a lot louder than intended, but i thank the worker either way and she walks away, looking at me like she knew something, smirking.

great, just what i needed.

right on cue, jaemin and lily come hand in hand towards the gate, and she wobbles a bit.

"ooh, careful!" he tells her, and she laughs.

jaemin looks up as they finally reach me and he does a double take as he looks from me, down to lily, then back.

"are you lily's mother?" his eyebrows scrunch a bit in curiosity.

"no! no, i'm just her aunt."

"ah, i was gonna say you look about my age-" i blush once again and i nod.

"yeah no i'm just picking her up! no husband, or boyfriend or, or anything..." what was i saying? i curse silently at myself. really, y/n?

he helps lily put on her shoes and my heart melts, just a little, at the sight.

"alright, well you're free to go." he says as he smiles at her like she's the most precious thing on the planet.

"say thank you lily!" i say as she leans forward and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

"thank you mr. jaemin!"

"you're very welcome, sweetheart." he says and opens the gate for her to walk out. unexpectedly, he walks out as well and he looks up towards me.

"do you come here often?" he asks as he motions to the daycare.

"no, this is my first time picking her up. but every tuesday from now on i should be here." i chuckle gently, a bit awkward.

he nods as if thinking to himself, but then he blushes as well and glances around the room.

"um, i usually don't do this, but. next time when you drop lily off i can get someone to take over my shift and maybe we could- um..."

i raise an eyebrow, curious as to where he was going with this. he couldn't be...?

"could-?"

"could grab a bite to eat...?" he says as if he was asking me for clarification.

"i mean can we...?" i say in response as i tease him a bit. yeah, he was cute. really cute.

"no, yes, yes absolutely we can. if you want to of course!"

lily screeches a bit and i look down at her as she grabs my jeans and jaemins pants.

"together??" she asks as she beams.

i look towards jaemin in shock and he does the same.

we burst out laughing.

"i'll see you next tuesday then?" he asks as he wipes his eyes from the happy tears that had threatened to spill.

"yep, next tuesday."

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this was last minute and put together on a whim but idk something about jaemin with kids makes my heart melttt

#nct dream #nct dream x reader #kpop #nct dream imagines #nct #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #jaemin #na jaemin #jaemin na #jaemin x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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we have to stop meeting like this ~ eminem

word count: 3465

request?: yes!

“hi!! love your work :) can you do a fem reader x eminem where they are both on vacation at the same resort, but don’t know each other yet. they keep running into each other throughout their vacation and he finally decides to ask her to get dinner and they hit it off and he knows immediately she’s special and he’s going to be with her for a long long time. thanks xxx”

description: he never expected to meet someone on this vacation, but things have a funny way of happening sometimes

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

Marshall was a workaholic. Everyone in his life knew that. He was always “on”, so to speak, and very rarely gave himself any actual breaks.

But after his two daughters had gotten engaged, and his youngest child had graduated from high school, Marshall realized that life was too short to be spending all of his time on work. He decided to take the time he had between albums and actually have a proper break - a vacation with his family.

He set everything up: a week long vacation in the Dominican for himself, his three children, Hailie and Alana’s fiancés, and Nate and his wife and their kids. He had even invited Kim to come along if she wanted, thinking it would be good for the kids to have both of their parents together, acting civil, during the first real family vacation they had been on in a long time, but she declined the invitation.

Marshall set up so that everyone had their own rooms, even Stevie, as he felt it would be way less awkward for the everybody than sharing one or two rooms between 10 people, especially for the three couples.

It was an unbelievably beautiful day when they arrived. Hailie and Alana were immediately enthralled by the idea of going to lay by the pool and enjoy the sun, and Nate’s kids were already energized by the idea of getting to play in the pool all day. Marshall was just excited to get into an air conditioned bedroom. From the moment they stepped off the plane he realized he made a mistake by wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and not bringing a change of clothes in his carryon to change into when the plane landed. By the time they arrived to the resort they were staying in, he was dripping in sweat.

The feeling of the cool resort lobby was a welcoming one as he walked in to check in. There was one person by the front desk, a young man who was on the phone as Marshall arrived. At first, it seemed the young man wasn’t paying attention, so Marshall tapped on the bell on the front desk to draw the attention to him. The man’s gaze flickered over at him for a second before returning his full attention to the phone call. The action surprised Marshall, and he went to tap the bell again before a voice cut him off.

“That’s pointless. He’s not going to respond.”

Marshall looked over to see a woman stood beside the counter, leaning on her suitcase with another, smaller bag tossed by her feet.

“I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes to check in,” she continued. “He’s too deep into whatever that phone conversation is to answer.”

“There’s no one else working?” Marshall asked.

“Apparently not. I asked if anyone else could check me in, but he just ignored me.”

“Well, that’s unprofessional.” Marshall turned back to the man and said, “Listen, I have nine other people waiting to get to their rooms so they can go out and enjoy the weather. Is there anyone else who can come and check us in?”

The man held up his index finger, signaling “one moment”, before turning to the computer in front of him.

“10 people? Damn, you must’ve brought the entire family,” the woman joked.

Marshall chuckled. “I basically did. It’s me, my three kids, two of them are engaged so their fiancés are with us, and then my brother, his wife, and their kids.”

She whistled. “Wow, you really did bring the entire family. Makes me feel lonely just being here by myself.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a solo vacation. I just haven’t been able to take my family on a vacation in a while because of...work. Trying to make it up to them now.”

“Well, taking all of them to a Dominican resort would definitely be making it up to them in my books.” She moved from her suitcase to extend a hand to Marshall. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Marshall. It’s nice to meet you.”

Their introduction was cut off by the sound of a hushed argument. They both turned to see that another employee of the resort had appeared and was very clearly chastising the man at the desk in a hushed voice. Their argument was brief before the new employee angrily dismissed the man, then plastered a customer service smile on his face and turned back to (Y/N) and Marshall.

“I am so sorry for the inconvenience, you two,” he said. “Seems my colleague thought to take a phone call for a reservation over checking in guests. May I help the two of you check in?”

Marshall turned to (Y/N) and gestured for her to go first. “You were here before me.”

“Thank you.”

Marshall waited patiently while she gave him her name and information on her stay. It took this new employee - who, judging by the difference in his uniform versus the employee who had been here before, was a manager - mere seconds to find (Y/N) in their system and to give her a keycard for her room. He apologized again for the wait while (Y/N) turned to walk away.

She looked back at Marshall and waved before making her way to the elevator. Marshall watched her go until the elevator doors closed around her, cutting the two of them off finally.

“Sir?”

Marshall snapped out of his trance and approached the front desk to get check in. In the same speedy manner, the manager had found his reservation, assigned him five separate rooms, and had five cards scanned and passed to him. Marshall thanked him, waving away another apology, and went back outside to find his family.

“That took you long enough,” Hailie teased when she saw him approaching.

“Front desk issues,” Marshall said, passing them their keycards. “I figure we take it easy for this first day, but if you guys want we could check out their restaurant for dinner tonight. I caught a glance at it while I was waiting and it looks a lot fancier than some of the restaurants back home.”

Alana chuckled. “Everything here is gonna be fancier than back home, dad.”

They all agreed to the plan and went in to get changed from their flight. They were all on the same floor, but each room was separated by quite a bit. Marshall’s was at the end of the hall, luckily near the ice machine. He almost felt like taking the ice and shoving it into his hoodie and pants at this rate. Anything to get rid of the intense heat.

He quickly peeled off his sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side. The air conditioning was on full blast and he sighed with relief as he felt it against his bare skin. The room came with a mini fridge, which was already stocked with multiple beverages, including several bottles of water. Marshall grabbed one and chugged half of it almost immediately.

After cooling down enough that he thought he could handle the heat, he grabbed a pair of shorts to put on and took a towel from the bathroom to take with him by the pool. He decided not to take a shirt with him. The less clothes he could get away with, the better.

When he stepped out of his room, there was someone at the ice machine. He glanced at them for a moment, not thinking anything of it, until he did a double take and saw that it was (Y/N). She looked up from her ice bucket and smiled as recognition crossed her face.

“Hey,” she said. “I see you got checked in alright.”

“Yeah, that guy was a lot more efficient than the one before him,” Marshall said. “Are you on this floor, too?”

She shook her head. “Next floor up. This is the closest ice machine apparently. So, I gotta hope the ice doesn’t melt by the time I lug it up the stairs back to my room.”

He noticed her eyes wandering to his naked torso, his collection of tattoos on display. She tried to make it seem like she hadn’t been looking, which made Marshall smirk.

“Going down by the pool?” she asked.

“Yeah, gotta soak up as much of the sun as I can before I can’t anymore.”

She nodded. “Cool...yeah...maybe I’ll - uh - see you down there.”

“Maybe you will.”

She nodded again, almost like she was unsure of what else to say. They both awkwardly excused themselves to go their separate ways again. Marshall had to fight the urge to look back at her as he walked towards the elevator again. She had definitely been checking him out, but he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been checking her out, too. Actually, he had been stealing glances at her since they met in the lobby. She was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a floral sundress and a pair of light sandals, her toenail polish matching her fingernail polish.

He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts as the elevator door opened. He had only just met the woman, he couldn’t be thinking about her so intensely already. For all he knew, he would never see her again once their vacation ended. She would be another memory tied to this week in paradise he had planned.

Hailie and Alana were already by the pool when he arrived. The area around the pool was full of people, but there was enough room that it didn’t feel jam packed. Most of the other visitors were in the pool, enjoying the cool water and the drinks they had in their hands. Nathan was sat by the edge with his legs in the water as he watched his kids playing around. Marshall pulled a chair up next to Hailie and laid back.

“Where’s Ash?” he asked Nathan.

“She wanted to take a quick nap before dinner tonight,” Nathan responded. “She was up almost all night with the kids. They were too excited to sleep.”

“Why weren’t you up with them?” Alana asked, peering at her uncle over her sunglasses.

“I was for a while!” Nathan said, putting his hands up in surrender. “I just sleep more soundly than she does, so when I got to sleep their giggling and talking didn’t wake me! I told her that I would’ve stayed up with them, too, if she had woke me.”

One of the kids splashed Nathan, both of them giggling evilly as their father exclaimed in shock. Nathan pushed off the edge of the pool and got in, causing the two kids to scream and swim away from him.

“It’s so fucking hot here,” Marshall muttered.

“That’s usually the appeal of the Dominican, dad,” Hailie teased.

“I know that, smart ass,” he retorted. “I’m just making a comment. It took me forever up in my room to cool down, and now I feel like I’m fucking melting again. At this rate I might just walk around the resort naked.”

Both of his daughters made noises of protest, which Marshall smiled at.

Eventually, Stevie came down to join them by the pool as well, and Alana and Hailie’s fiancés decided to take up residence in the pool with Nathan. Marshall rested his head back against the chair, closing his eyes to block out the sun. His body felt like it was on fire again, but the lack of heavy clothing this time made it more bearable. He could get used to having constant sun like this.

It had to be a coincidence that when he opened his eyes and lifted his head again he saw (Y/N) walking at the other end of the pool. She wasn’t looking at them, she hadn’t made any sounds to draw attention to herself. He just opened his eyes and there she was. He walked her pick a vacant spot across from them to put her towel and her bag down. His eyes widened as he watched her pull her dress over her head, revealing the two piece bikini she was wearing underneath.

“Who are you staring at?” Hailie asked.

Marshall jumped. He wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at (Y/N), but it was obviously long enough for it to be noticeable. He really hoped she hadn’t seen him.

Hailie followed his eyeline and smirked when she got the answer to his question. “She’s pretty.”

“We’ve run into each other a few times already,” Marshall said, trying to cover his ass.

“I’m sure you have,” Hailie teased.

(Y/N) got into the pool and swam around in one spot for a while before she began to make her way towards where Marshall was sat. He sat up quickly, although he wasn’t sure why. It would’ve made more sense for him to stay lounged back. Now he just looked like he was very eager to see her.

Which he was, but she didn’t have to know that.

(Y/N) swam up and leaned against the edge of the pool in front of the three. “Okay, we have to stop meeting like this.”

Marshall chuckled. “I’m not saying this was planned, but I did tell you I was coming out by the pool. Seems less than coincidental this time.”

“Oh, I assure you it was definitely all an accident,” she said. “I just also happened to be coming down to the pool. Totally forgot you said you’d be here too.”

They were both smiling at one another and Marshall forgot the world around them. He even forgot his own two daughters next to him, until he heard one of them clear their throats. When he looked over, they were both watching the scene with an amused smile on their faces.

“These are my daughters, Hailie and Alana,” he said. “Girls, this is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) said.

“You too,” Alana said.

“Hey, (Y/N), do you have any plans tonight?” Hailie asked. Marshall looked over at her in confusion.

(Y/N) shook her head. “No. Just enjoying the spot while I can.”

“Dad wanted to try the restaurant here at the resort, but we’re all pretty tired from the travel and all the sun. Maybe you two could go together.”

Marshall had to stop himself from whipping around in his chair to look at Hailie in disbelief. He tried to keep his cool, but suddenly his heart was pounding against his chest and the heat was feeling more suffocating than it had before.

(Y/N) looked up at Hailie, then to Marshall. A smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. “That sounds nice. What time should I meet you down there?”

“Uh, I guess...around 6 should be okay,” Marshall said.

(Y/N) nodded. “That sounds good to me.”

She pushed away from the edge and went back to swimming around in the pool. Hailie looked proud of herself as she laid back in her chair again, ignoring the questions and protests from her father.

But Marshall couldn’t lie, he was very excited to get some one on one time with (Y/N).

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The girls explained the change of plan to Nathan, their fiancés, and to Stevie, all of which seemed very okay with the idea.

“I can take Ash on a date night instead,” Nathan said. “We won’t sit anywhere near you guys though, bro, don’t worry about that.”

So, with this sudden date in place, Marshall found himself digging through his suitcase to find anything that could be considered more “formal attire”. He hadn’t planned to meet anyone on the resort this way. He didn’t think there would be anyone he would have to impress. None of the clothes he packed seemed to do the trick, but he didn’t have much time left till he was supposed to meet (Y/N). He had to pick something, so he grabbed another pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt.

(Y/N) was waiting in front of the restaurant as Marshall exited the elevator. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was also wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nothing too formal, but something good enough for a surprise date.

“Hey,” Marshall said, getting her attention.

She turned and smiled. “Hey. I see you have a shirt this time.”

Marshall chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hoping the restaurant is air conditioned. Otherwise, I might get kicked out for stripping down if I get too warm.”

(Y/N) laughed at his joke, which sounded like music to his ears.

They walked in and were promptly seated at an empty table. The place wasn’t close to being full by any means, but it was still pretty busy. Marshall figured the resort had no problems staying busy at all times of the year. It was a beautiful spot, decently affordable and, besides that one rough patch when he had come to check in, the staff were very nice. He would love to come back again. Especially if this date with (Y/N) worked out.

They engaged in the usual small talk, getting to learn more about one another now that they were actually able to have some alone time together. Marshall was open with (Y/N) about his celebrity status - which luckily had not interfered with the vacation so far. To his surprise, (Y/N) admitted she had no idea that he was famous.

“I’m not into that kind of music,” she said. “No offence or anything, it’s just not my scene. I’m very much a pop and/or rock type of person.”

Hearing her say that felt like a weight had been lifted from Marshall’s chest that he didn’t even know had been there. There was always that small worry that he was getting into a relationship with someone who saw him more as Eminem the rapper than as Marshall Mathers the person. But (Y/N) seemed genuine about now knowing who he was, which made him feel like he could really relax for the rest of the night.

The night was going by very smoothly. Marshall found himself really falling for this woman in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. He worried that maybe it was happening too fast considering the fact they had only met for the first time that day, but then again there was a chance this relationship was also fleeting.

Which was something that had to be brought up eventually, and both of them knew it.

During a lull in their conversation, (Y/N) was the one to ask first, “So...what happens at the end of the week when you go back to Detroit and I go back to my home?”

Marshall sighed. “I didn’t really want to bring it up.”

“I didn’t either,” she admitted. “I’ve been having such a good time, I don’t really want to think about that future.”

Marshall thought for a moment before saying, “Would you be willing to do long distance if we had to?”

She nodded. “Of course. I’ll give anything a try, honestly.”

“I think...I could come see you. That would be easier to do than you coming to Detroit since you have your career and everything there. I can come see you and stay with you for some time, and next time you can get a prolonged time off work you could come visit me in Detroit. But the times in between...we’re just going to have to trust that we can do long distance for as long as we need to.”

(Y/N) reached across the table to slip her hand into his. “I think we can do that.”

Marshall gave her hand a squeeze. “I don’t want this to come off as me trying to push things too quickly between us. We only met for the first time today, we’ve only gone on one date. If you don’t want things to continue past here, I totally understand and I can respect that.”

She smiled and giggled. “If this were any other scenario, I think I would be more worried about going too fast and whatnot. But right now...I don’t know. I feel different with you. From the moment I saw you in the lobby, I feel like there was a connection between us that would be a waste not to explore it. Like you said, even if this doesn’t continue past the end of both of our vacations, at least we gave it a try.”

Marshall smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

(Y/N) picked up her glass and raised it towards him. “To giving it a try.”

He chuckled and tapped his glass against hers. “To giving it a try.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 22)

Part 23

Tw: Monty being a creepy lil shit, mans can't take no for an answer, short chaprer

Tell me what y'all think of the series so far i loce reading the comments and anon asks plpplsplps thanks

"(name)-" Yves's eyes were blank when you hung up. He slowly puts his phone down on his desk. He starts disassembling it, pulling the battery out and carelessly tossing it to the side of his laptop. You're not going to call him again.

He drummed his perfectly manicured fingers onto the table. Yves sighed heavily as he massaged his forehead. He extended his hand to grab a luxury bottle out from a metal pail of frosty ice.

He uncorked it and poured his champagne flute full of alcohol. It was filled to the brim, but Yves is skilled enough to pick it up without spilling a drop.

He walked up to the massive, crystal-clear window that allowed him to see the skyline and the city from a bird's eye view. The sky is dark but devoid of clouds. It's picturesque, but its beauty means nothing to Yves now. You aren't here to appreciate it with him and neither will you appreciate it from the pictures he sent.

He stared past his reflection as he sipped on his drink.

In his vast, lavish hotel room, he is the only occupant within it. Yves doesn't see the need to switch all the lights on. Just enough to see, but it made his room rather dim and ominous.

He continued staring out into the distance wordlessly and unblinkingly as he drank from the special glassware.

Silence envelopes him like the deep ocean. He wished that it also engulfed his mind. But alas, a man can only pray to receive such mercy.

The three of you laughed at a joke Evangeline said. She seems to be quite the comedian, her brain spins fast to think of witty sayings and comparisons.

The rain somehow worsened since, stuck in traffic and with nothing to do, you, Evangeline and her father resorted to singing along to songs, albeit off key with cracking voices.

Perhaps Mr. Jones was having a bit too much fun. So much so that he didn't pay attention to the road ahead of him.

You and Evangeline were forcefully jerked forward upon impact of the front to the bumper of someone's car.

Mr. Jones gloved hands were gripping tightly on the steering wheel and his hat is not on his greying head.

He turned to check on his daughter and his client.

"Is everyone okay?" He asked. Evangeline nodded and you did so too. You felt a bit sore where the seatbelt wrapped around your body, but otherwise, you're unharmed.

"Oh no... I hit someone..." Whined Mr. Jones. "I hope they're alright." His voice has much more guilt than fear or annoyance. He quickly pressed the emergency button with the triangles to signal the surrounding cars to move around him.

Among the downpour, you heard a car door slam shut. Followed by incessant knocking on the window at the driver's seat.

Mr. Jones gulped as he rolled down his window.

"Hey, what the fuck!? You just hit me!

"I am so sorry, Sir--"

"It'll cost me an arm and a leg to repair it, my paycheck isn't going to be ready until next week! I can't drive around without my bumper- look! The entire thing is gone!" The stranger with a sickeningly familiar voice but unfamiliar accent ranted at the older male.

"I-I'll give you my details. My deepest apologies sir, I will cover all the damage incurred. I am so sorry for this." Stammered Mr. Jones. He rushed to pull out a pen and a notepad.

"Yeah, you better! Today cannot get any worse." He grumbled to himself. He's standing under the rain, getting more and more drenched by the minute.

The man stuck his head into the car to avoid the pouring rain. But immediately snapped his neck to the back seat.

You and Evangeline had blood drained out of your faces. Montgomery's eyes lit up so bright that you thought he was actually illuminating the car.

"Hi Darlin'! Fancy meetin' you here!" His southern accent returned. You gave him an awkward wave.

"And yer friend too! Hello! Thanks for givin' my sweetheart their lunch." You looked to your friend, she has the most natural and confident smile on her face.

"Glad I could help, Sir."

"What are ya doin' in a fancy car like this?" Montgomery turned to you. "And where are y'all goin'?"

You struggled to answer. You don't know what to do.

It's times like these you wish Yves is here.

"We are going to my house for a little playdate." Evangeline answered for you.

You let out a discrete sigh of relief. But then you considered the possibility of him tailing you three. Your muscles started to tense up again.

"Well, ain't that fun. I'm goin' to the mechanic to get my car fixed 'cause of him!" Montgomery replied with a snark. Mr. Jones apologized once again as he handed Montgomery a piece of paper with his details on it.

"I'm sorry, Sir Montgomery. It was our fault, we were distracting dad and caused him to hit you." You appreciate that she is keeping his attention off you.

"Your daddy, eh?" He looked around the well-kept interior of the car. "Must be nice to be this rich." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"I wouldn't say we are rich. We definitely are comfortable though. I'm grateful to have such privileges and stabilities!" She beamed, you don't know if she's ignoring Montgomery's obvious spite towards her financial status or she's oblivious to it.

Montgomery visibly rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. "(Name), baby!" He addressed you in a sing-song voice.

"Why haven't ya' called? And, I missed ya' to death. Where were ya'? I hope you ain't skippin' school." You stammered and stuttered, you squirm under discomfort. You don't want to be around him any longer.

"Sir Montgomery, I suggest heading to the mechanic soon if you want to make it before it closes." Mr. Jones scribbled on something. "Here. Please accept this." He handed Montgomery a cheque. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Thank you." He stored the cheque somewhere that it wouldn't get too wet.

"As for ya, my sweetheart. What time will ya' be going home? I'll give ya' a lift back." He now stared at you, not caring that droplets of rain dripped down from his eyelashes and into the car.

Evangeline hooked her arms around yours. "They will be staying over. Isn't that right, (name)?"

His facial expression darkened. Montgomery did not like how she was touchy with his partner.

You meekly agreed.

"Well damn. Gimme your number then, sweetheart, I'll call ya."

Since you have two witnesses and you are in a car, you straight up told him no. You said that you're not comfortable with him contacting you and you never agreed to be in a relationship with him.

You thought that would be enough to either send him to a fit of rage or quit.

But instead, he rolled his eyes and huffed. Pretending that this is just a trivial matter.

"Can you cut the hard-to-get act just this once? It's rainin' cats and dogs out here, I wouldn't chase you any less if ya' handed me your phone number. In fact, I'd pursue ya even more!"

Horrified, you looked to Evangeline.

"Sir. (Name) is serious. They're not comfortable with you, they're not in a relationship with you. Please stop, you're being a creep!" She defended you.

"Shut yer' trap! You don't know squat about our love!"

"Don't speak to my daughter like that!" Mr. Jones finally came to her aid.

"What the- You should smack some sense into her! Talking to people like that--"

You interrupted the argument telling him that you are not giving him your phone number or any other information about yourself.

He threw his hands up in the air in exasperation and gave up for the time being.

"Fine. You ain't wanna give it to me? I'll find out my damn self, I'll prove how devoted I am to ya'." He grinned and winked at you. Which made you want to vomit.

Evangeline is baffled how Montgomery isn't taking anything except his car bumper seriously. He's barely angry that you humiliatingly rejected him in front of two people, but instead sees it as a couple's game. Just mildly annoyed that you're making him work for your basic information, but otherwise determined and playful about it.

"Mark my words, I will win this challenge and take my prize!" He declared to you. "Have fun at your tea party with goldilocks over there. I'll see you tomorrow, honey."

Montgomery waved and then returned back to his car. The brake lights lit up before he sped off to the nearest mechanic.

You began hyperventilating, which led Mr. Jones to hand you a brown paper bag. Evangeline tried to console you by putting your hair and squeezing your hand.

Why do these things always happen to you?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #oc yves #male yandere oc x reader #oc Montgomery #oc Evangeline

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Hearts / Wires

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN!Reader

♡ Summary - What a hard man to read, he is. Secretive, mysterious, fragile. You want to find a way the cut through the wires that hold his heart back from feeling; anything to get through his tough outer shell. Acquaintance, friend, lover. Anything that keeps you close to him. The problem? He isn't ready to let anybody in yet.

♡ Content Warnings - Mentions of injury, mentions of rough feelings, romantic confusion, lots of joking around, mentions of marriage, mentions of death ... nobody actually dies.

♡ A/N - Hii! I just got back into writing, so this may be rough. Anyways - please enjoy reading! Feedback is appreciated!!

Word count - 1.8k

(Many, many anatomical terms! This is my way of studying for anatomy class lolllll....)

Nothing can save me now, it’s what I believe.

“Snap out of it,” He muttered against your ear. “We have things we need to do.” You glance up at him, gathering your thoughts and running your hand down your shirt in an awkward attempt to cease the wrinkles.

“Right. Sorry, L.T.” He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even dare to look your way. “Whatever. Don’t call me that. You’re wasting time.” He scolds, breaking the airy silence. You hear his radio crackle to life, a familiar voice chattering on the other side. Simon gets up and stomps away, leaving you sitting in your torn, mangled desk chair alone.

You barely register when your radio goes off, signaling a soldier on the way to your infirmary for a gash. You grab the radio softly, confirming that you’re there, your meek voice barely signaling your presence.

An argument with your “friend,” if you could even call him that – it felt more like slight acquaintance sometimes, wasn’t part of this morning's schedule. He had gotten a nasty infection just below his right clavicle, and you fought him with the fact that he was not fine at all, and you needed a closer look. Of course, Simon is a stubborn man. It took you multiple attempts to get him to finally peel his clothes off to the point where you could see his collar bones.

After examining and cleaning his wound, he decided he’d had enough and got up, berating you for wasting time on something so unnecessary and walking out into the four-a.m. darkness after pulling his clothes back on the way they were before. Such a confusing man, he was.

You push past your thoughts and take a swig of water before guiding your patient onto the infirmary bed, putting a new pair of medical gloves and a new medical mask on.

♡

The infirmary was quiet today since you had stayed back, that was until Simon came back in the afternoon with a fresh batch of wounds, ranging from near the ulna down to his tarsals. His pants were torn, same as his right sleeve, you’ve never seen him this butchered before.

“What happened to you?” You ask, still taking mental notes of every visible injury. “Mind your damn business.” He snaps. You glare at him before regaining composure, beckoning him to sit down on the freshly made bed.

“I’m going to need you to remove as much clothing as possible,” You start, “Or at least as much as you’re comfortable with.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “No.”

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean no, Simon. I can’t see anything through that fabric, I'm not a fucking X-ray machine.” He looks up at you in disapproval. “I don’t want to be here. I was forced – this was against my will. I’m bloody fine, dammit.” He starts to stand up, but you’re quick to push him back down. This shocks him enough to stay in place, mindlessly and silently staring up at you.

“I’m going to examine you through your clothes first. Stay put.” You turn away to replace your gloves once more, retrieving a folder with every single injury you’ve ever treated Simon for. You think about it for a second, you’ve seen him so much, you wonder why he still seems to dislike you. Maybe he’s just like this with everyone, but you don’t want to bring yourself to believe a human could be this cold.

You walk back over to him, opening the folder to a clean incident report sheet and starting your examination near his fibia. You massage your way to his tibia, feeling for fractures. It’s hard to tell through the thick, layered clothing he was wearing. Not wanting to give up, you drag your hands up to his femur, past his patella. Your hand doesn’t compare to the size of his thigh, especially while sitting down. The intense muscle build he had going didn’t seem to help either.

You can feel his gaze on you, deciding you’ve examined his legs to the best of your ability, you move to his arms. Feeling from his humerus to his carpals, his stare never weakened, instead, it felt stronger. You’re holding his right hand up now, before averting your gaze over to his. “...What?” You ask. “What?” He reciprocates. “You’re staring at me.” “Well, what else do you expect me to look at?” You fall silent at his response, starting to toy with his fingers.

His ring finger feels off. As you worked up to his distal phalange, the finger seemed to get more disoriented. You must’ve touched it wrong while deep in concern because he flinches.

"Did that hurt?" You drop your fingers back to the proximal. He doesn't respond. You huff and take his silence as an embarrassed 'yes'.

♡

"...Are you almost done?" He breaks the silence, "We aren't even five minutes into the examination." You groan, locking eyes with him for a long moment, watching his pupils dilate. "Now you're the one staring at me." He adds quickly. "Okay?" Your tone is confused and careless, sounding almost sarcastic. Once more, the room falls silent as you finally conclude the exam. "Now it's time for the fun part. Stitching you back together." You hop up, placing the sheet of paper down on your desk to fill out later. Simon would never let you examine him long enough to fill it out while you examine him.

"You seem rather excited about that part," He says, making you look back at him with a satisfied grin, "Fuckin' weirdo." You stifle a small laugh at his words. "You're funny. Veeery funny." You say, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. His heart skips a beat, but it goes unnoticed. "Funnier than you," He scoffs, "Wanna hear a joke?"

You ponder for a second. "Hit me." You finally say. He looks up at you, seemingly trying to force eye contact. "What happens to suicide bombers when they die?" You furrow your eyebrows and look down at him. "...What?" "They go everywhere."

You take a second to process what was just said to you, completely frozen in your spot as your nose slowly scrunches up. "That was.. Definitely a joke." You continue collecting the items you'd need to aid him. "Indeed."

Your thoughts are racing with denial of the fact that you're so infatuated with this man, his stupid joke didn't phase you, other than the fact that it was horrendous. Did you really like him that much? You've never even seen his face. His personality wasn't exactly to die for, either. Yet, something drew you to him, every time you spent "alone time" with him, the rope that intertwined your hearts grew thicker and stronger. It felt like his heart was made of blades, every time he managed to cut you away on accident - or maybe it was on purpose - you'd have to build the rope stronger again. His cold-hearted attitude didn't seem intentional, it's not like he ignored you or--

"Wake up. Don't got all day. Stitch me up already, Doc." You're pulled from your thoughts abruptly, giving a nervous laugh. "Sorry. On it." Your mind clears and you turn your gaze towards him. "...You still need to take your clothes off." You remind him, and his face drops, you could tell by the way his eyes phased from wide awake to half-lidded. "I've already told you no." He bites. "And I've already told you I can't see through your clothes."

The clock ticks as you both sit there in silence. He tries to get up. "Simon - Sit back down, now. You aren't leaving." He groans and complies. "You can't keep me here forever." "Oh, but I could."

He looks up at you, disgusted. "We both know that wouldn't do any good." You faux pout. "I could use the company." "I'm not exactly what you'd call good company." You cock your head to the side. "What do you mean by that?" He doesn't respond, so you decide to drop it.

♡

"Wanna hear another joke?" He asks. You're halfway through the stitches on his upper arm, after practically begging him to let you do your job. "...Okay." You nod. "Want to know how you make any salad into a caesar salad?" He questions. You glance up at him, signaling him to continue. "Stab it twenty-three times." His joke took a minute to process, but once you got it, you looked even more concerned than the last time. "How did you come up with that?" You ask. "I didn't." You cock a brow. "What?" "Oh, nothing."

You were thoroughly confused, nonetheless, you were glad he was easing up. You also drank in the sound of his voice like liquor, you wouldn't mind if he told you horrible jokes for hours.

"Where did Joe go after getting lost on a minefield?" He asks. "Where?" "Everywhere."

That one actually made you laugh. Finishing his stitches, your mouth is agape as humorous laughter spills.

"So you do think I'm funny?" He cocks his head. "That depends on if that joke was a 'Simon-original' or not." You giggle. "Simon original? What the fuck? Are you shittin' me?" "No, no. I would never." You smile, and he shakes his head. "You know what I think?" He asks. You hum. "I think you're a dirty little liar." You gasp. "Simon Riley! Not until marriage." He's confused until he realizes how degrading he sounded. "Smarten up." He growls. "I'm as smart as they get." You shrug.

Marriage now paraded his mind. Of course, he'd never admit that. He didn't want to get married. Pssh...

"Speaking of marriage..." You interrupt his thoughts. "Would you ever get married?" You interrogate. "...No."

"Oh. I would. I've wanted to get married since I was little. Sometimes when I'm alone and bored in here, I think about my dream wedding." You confess. "C'mon, you've had to have thought about it at least once or twice."

"I never said I didn't think about it..." His voice trails off into a quiet whisper. "Can we drop it?" You notice how his tone has changed, realizing you've probably just crossed a boundary.

It's silent, almost deafening as all you can hear is the weather outside. "I'm really sorry for bringing that up, Simon. I didn't-"

"I'd get married to you." You're taken aback at the sudden interruption. "...What?" He rolls his eyes. "Never-fucking-min-"

"...I'd get married to you, too." You interrupt him this time. He's completely silent now, as were you. "Would you, now?" You can sense his bold aura washing away. You gulp. "I would. Matter of fact, I'd throw on a white dress right now and kiss you and call you my husband."

Your cheeks heat up, your tone coming off in a joking way. "What are you waiting for?" He's not nervous anymore, relishing in the way his words make you smile.

"M'waiting for you, Simon."

#simon riley #cod mw #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #soft #fluff #simon riley fluff #call of duty mw2 #mw2

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Phoebe Bridgers Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Kaz Brekker - Kaz Brekker Imagine [Shadow & Bone]

Title: Phoebe Bridgers Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Kaz Brekker

Pairing: Kaz Brekker X Reader

Word Count: 2,671

Warning(s): bad family, anxiety/anxiety attack

Author's Note: This was originally for a different character from a completely different show, but I think it fits Kaz better.

Not even gonna lie, the last song is a bit of a stretch.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Smoke Signals

And you, you must have been looking for me Sending smoke signals Pelicans circling Burning trash out on the beach

I had grown used to spending time in Kaz's office when I wasn't working.

It was quiet, calm. Even when he was planning whatever the Crow's next job was, I would find it nice to just be there. To simply exist in that space with Kaz.

He was going over some of the paperwork for the Crow Club. Inventory and budgeting. It was almost humorous, watching someone with such a notorious reputation do something so... normal.

I could tell that he was getting frustrated over something. I was sitting opposite him.

"What is it," I asked. He looked at me as if he was shocked that I noticed him. "You aren't very good at hiding your scowl. What is it?"

He paused, debating if asking for my help was a good idea. "This math isn't adding up."

I stood up and walked around the desk.

"What are you doing?"

"I spent years watching my dad fill out paperwork just like this," I explained. "Let me look it over."

He moved to the side a bit. "You don't talk about your family very often."

"Neither do you," I countered. I glanced at him. My joking tone fell off when I saw the look on his face. "You never asked."

There was a pause as I scribbled on the paper in front of me.

"There. Done," I grinned. "Go ahead and check it, but I'm pretty certain that I'm right."

"Tell me about them."

I took a sharp breath, turning around and leaning against the desk. I looked at him.

"Please."

"I ran from home years ago," I said. "Nothing beyond that is important."

"And you settled here," he asked.

"Didn't have the funds to go anywhere else," I replied.

"Why'd you leave?"

"Kaz-"

He placed his hand over mine. One of the few steps forward we have made since we started this relationship of ours.

"I was unhappy," I never realized how much I despised talking about this. "My parents didn't want children. It was... all too obvious to me. Once I was able to take care of myself, I had to. I left because I needed a place where I wasn't a burden. I needed a home."

"And you chose Ketterdam?"

"I chose the Crows."

He raised an eyebrow at me, pulling his hand back as he leaned back in his seat.

"I met Jesper, started working here, and it all just... clicked. As if I had just been following some path here... to the Crows... to you."

Vulnerability was not an easy thing for Kaz or me. It was stunning how much two words could truly impact both of us. There was a shared tension. A sharp breath through the nose as our hearts both moved a little faster.

But it felt pointless to step back now. "I feel like I've known you my entire life."

There were a few moments before Kaz pushed himself from his seat.

He stepped closer.

We both watched each other closely. I was almost convinced that I could hear his thoughts. I could hear him going back and forth with himself. I waited, watching him map out scenarios for what could happen within the next few seconds.

When he moved, he was slow. I couldn't tell if he was still convincing himself or simply giving me the time to pull away.

When his lips touched mine, it was gentle. I would have called it awkward if I didn't feel how fast my heart was racing and how warm my face was. It was nothing more than a few moments of his lips touching mine.

He leaned back first. I grinned at him.

If this was the feeling that I had been looking for when I left home, then I could confidently say that it was all well worth it.

Steamroller

But then I see you Always smiling Makes me wanna touch you Keep from dying

Working in the Crow Club was more an accident than anything.

Jesper got me the job. He introduced me to Kaz and insisted on giving me a chance. I ended up making drinks.

It was enough for me. I got the money that I needed to survive and for the first time ever, I finally felt like I was a part of something. I had a group, support. It was the only thing that had felt like a family to me.

I didn't think that it would ever go beyond that.

Until one night.

The club had shut down for the night. I was cleaning off the bar when Kaz came down the stairs from his office.

"Evening!" I smiled at him, not quite registering the scowl on his face until after the cheery statement had escaped me. "Are... Are you alright?"

"Can you just... get me a drink," he asked. I nodded before grabbing him a drink. I slid it over to him.

As he sipped, I tried to ask my question again, "Are you alright?"

"Fine."

I couldn't say that it was surprising to only get one-word answers from Kaz. Even on his best days, he wasn't known for long-winded answers. They gave too much away.

I went to put the bottle away, but he stopped me, pointing at the bar so I would put it down.

"That doesn't seem fine," I replied as I did.

"Did I hire you to ask about my feelings?"

"You hired me because Jesper guilted you into it," I shrugged.

"Exactly."

"Meaning that you didn't define my tasks very well," I said. "How would I ever know that you didn't want me to ask about your feelings?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. I just offered a grin to him, tilting my head a bit. He rolled his eyes.

I couldn't force him to talk and he knew that I never would. Instead, I stepped back and walked around the bar, going to check for a few extra glasses that patrons had just left around the club.

I wanted him to talk to me. I would give anything for him to trust me like that. I always wanted to believe that I had stopped considering the possibility of anything happening, but then there would be the nights when it would just be the two of us. I couldn't stop myself from entertaining those possibilities.

And I always felt so childish for that.

I thought that Kaz just continued to ignore my existence.

But when I made it back to the bar with a few glasses, he spoke up.

"Sit with me," he muttered.

"What," I asked, convinced that I had misheard him.

"Sit with me," he spoke up a bit more. "Please."

I set the glasses down before dragging myself onto the seat next to him. "Did you... Did you need something?"

I wonder what went through his head at the time. I wanted to know what potential answers he came up with. If I had my way, I would know every sentence that he held back around me. Just so I could understand it all.

"I just want you around," Kaz confessed.

I tried to bite back the large smile that tried to form on my lips. "Oh."

"Don't be smug about it."

"I'm not," I replied. "But... why me?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

He looked at me. "I... like your company... I like... you. You make me feel better."

"Really?"

He didn't respond, instead deciding to look down at the bar.

"Well, for whatever it's worth, I like you too, Kaz."

When he looked back at me, I could have sworn my heart stopped for just a few moments. I had to take a moment to remind myself to breathe. It felt ridiculous, sitting there and feeling so nervous. I felt like nothing more than a scared kid.

"We should talk about... this a bit more, shouldn't we?"

"Maybe."

And that was enough for me to be happy.

For now, at least.

Motion Sickness

I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out

I had grown accustomed to bumping into people at the Crow Club.

It was kind of a natural consequence of my job. You throw a bunch of people into an arguably small room, tell them all to focus on their game, and then watch them risk far too much money in a night. And then you threw someone in the middle to help the truly committed players get their drinks. It took a lot of convincing and a small bonus fee to convince Kaz to let me do it.

Bumping, nudging, awkward tapping, waving... all of that was usual to me. No one ever grabbed me. Not anymore, anyway. Two mistakes were all it took for that lesson to be learned by all of the patrons.

So, when I was suddenly grabbed while I was on my way back to the bar, I was immediately ready to pick a fight. I turned around immediately but froze before a single angry word could escape me.

My parents were standing in front of me.

"(Y/n)-"

I stumbled back when my mother reached out for me.

She furrowed her eyebrows. As if she was actually surprised why I wasn't jumping for joy over seeing them. She tried to step forward and touch me again.

I stumbled back again, going a little farther this time. "Don't touch me!"

"(Y/n)," she sighed.

My yelling caught the attention of a few patrons. My parents went to move forward, but Jesper walked over, filling in the space between us. He touched my arm, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

I didn't have an explanation for him. Not one that was going to be any good. I couldn't have formed any words if I wanted to. I knew that the words were trying to form; I could feel my jaw moving a few times.

He turned his head away from me, letting go of my arm as he stepped over to my parents. "Who are you?"

"That's our child-"

"No, I'm not," I finally spat out. I felt someone touch my other arm. I looked over at Inej.

"We have been looking for you all this time!"

"Have you?" Kaz stood just a few steps ahead of us. "(Y/n) said that you were more than happy to go about your lives. Let your precious child struggle in the Barrel."

"We didn't know where you had gone-"

"I thought I had made it clear," Kaz grumbled. "You speak to me, not (Y/n)."

"You don't get to tell me whether or not I can talk to my child," my dad snapped at him.

"It's my club, I can do whatever I want."

My parents didn't speak up after that.

"I think you should both leave. (Y/n) has made it clear that they have no interest in speaking with you."

"I am not going anywhere without my kid," my dad stepped up to Kaz, getting in his face. Kaz didn't flinch or step back. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at him.

"I think you are."

"You little rat-"

Kaz turned around and walked toward me. Jesper and Inej blocked him from my father as if they were a wall. I was still tense, fists clenched and jaw tightened and breathing unsteady. I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I didn't want anyone to see them fall. Hell, I barely wanted to let Kaz see them fall.

"Go upstairs," he instructed me quietly. I didn't respond, my eyes still fixated on the intruders. "(Y/n)..."

I finally looked at him.

"Upstairs."

I didn't say a word as I stepped back and walked to the spiral staircase. I could hear my parents yelling for me as I made it over there. I slammed the door of Kaz's office shut, relieved to know that it could muffle some of the sounds of their voices.

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the tears overflow. I stumbled away from the door.

I found myself curled on the floor at the foot of Kaz's bed. I clasped my hand over my mouth, trying desperately to keep any cries to myself.

I jumped when the door opened a little while later. Kaz was standing in the doorway. He took a deep breath, going to close and lock the door. He stopped in the archway.

"I'm sorry," I muttered in an admittedly pathetic-sounding voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"(Y/n)," he said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

"Stop," he cut me off. "You are not to blame for what happened today."

I rolled my eyes, looking down at my lap. It was hard to not feel like it was my fault. It was my parents making a scene because of how I left.

"They left," he explained. "I'd like you to take a few days off. Let the dust settle. If they come back, I don't want them having access to you-"

"I thought I'd be happier to see them," I stopped him. I didn't even think about it. "I... I wanted to be happier to see them. But they were just... they were standing there and... they didn't even acknowledge- I know that I left suddenly, and I didn't tell them anything, but they've had years to figure it out. They were awful... and I missed them so much. And I feel so stupid for missing them."

I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes, urging the crying to just stop. I felt this sick feeling in my stomach. I couldn't collect my thoughts. I couldn't find a complete sentence to explain myself.

"(Y/n)..."

I pulled my hands away from my face only to be met with Kaz's hand being held out to me. I took a deep breath before taking his hand, letting him pull me off the floor.

His eyes studied me for a minute. I wondered if he was having as much trouble finding his thoughts as I was. Kaz wasn't used to comforting people, I knew that. But I knew that he was trying his best for me.

"You should lay down," he finally said after a while. "Try to rest."

I nodded, letting go of his hand as I stepped around him. "I'll come back tomorrow."

"I meant... here."

I froze for a moment as I looked back at him. "Here?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

We had made a lot of progress since we first got together. But sleeping in the same bed was entirely new for both of us. And this didn't seem like the time to try to push any more boundaries.

"I have paperwork to take care of anyway," Kaz acted like it was nothing. "Just lay down."

I understood the hint. "I'm not letting you sleep in your chair, Kaz-"

"I'm not letting you go walking around Ketterdam at night when I don't know if you're safe."

I didn't respond to that. I knew how much he cared for me. That didn't change how nice it was to hear it out loud.

"Please, just lay down."

I finally relented, nodding and walking around the bed. "Thank you."

Kaz grinned at me before walking back to his desk, just on the other side of the archway. I pulled off my shoes and tried to get as comfortable as possible under the covers.

The bed was nice. Nothing fit for a king, but nice. It smelled like Kaz. It made it easier for me to bury my face in the pillow and pull the blanket up to my chin.

That sickening feeling in my stomach finally started to fade. I was finally able to breathe evenly.

It was rough. And the next few days were going to be the same.

But I had Kaz and the rest of the Crows.

That made everything just a little bit easier.

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stvharrngton · 7 months

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a lesson in romantics; lesson six

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: i never really intended on this being a slowburn LMAO but i guess that's what it is now! also i am finding it increasingly difficult to not include 'y/n' or 'y/l/n' anywhere in this give me strength pls 😭

characters: steve harrington, robin buckley, only mentions of the reader

word count: 0.9k

warnings: none really, steve gets a little flustered, cursing

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, DECEMBER 1992

Steve was the cool teacher.

The self-proclaimed chill teacher who spoke to his students like normal people, the teacher who shared everything with his kids.

But there was one subject that was secretly off limits, a silent rule within the classroom of Mr. Harrington. And that was Steve’s love life.

It was a Thursday afternoon and Steve was in the middle of his sophomore history class, the students quietly reading a chapter from the textbook when one of the girls near the back piped up with an interesting question.

“Do you like the new art teacher, Mr. H?”

Steve’s ears pricked up at the insinuating nature of the question, lowering his glasses so they perched on the bridge of his nose.

“She has a name, Olivia,” Steve replied, eyes scanning the room as other students started listening in on the conversation, “but sure I like her, she’s a good teacher.” Steve shrugged.

Steve hoped that would be the end of this truly awkward conversation, exhaling through his nose as he noticed Olivia leaning towards the girl who was sitting next to her, whispering something in her ear causing them to giggle.

“Girls,” Steve warned, never one for hard discipline but surely worried about where exactly this conversation was going if it carried on any longer.

The rumblings died down but not for long before Olivia popped up with another question for Steve.

“Do you have a crush on her, Mr. H?” Olivia asked, a totally innocent facade painted onto her face. The glass erupted into giggles and hushed conversation between the students as Steve pinched his eyebrows together with finger and thumb, groaning as he stood from his desk chair.

“That’s enough now, guys, come on,” hands on hips in his signature pose, that combined with his tone of voice had the kids simmering down in an instant, smirks still evident on their faces as they went back to reading.

Steve sighed, dragging his palm over his face as he sat back down when it dawned on Steve. The realisation went off like a clock tower striking at midnight as all the colour drained from his face. Olivia and her gaggle of friends were the very same group of girls that were early to your class the same morning Steve brought you coffee. The same morning that Steve’s attempt at flirting with you got cut short.

The bell soon rang signalling the end of the lesson and the end of the school day. The kids soon rushed out of the classroom, waving and saying goodbye to their teacher all whilst Steve reminded them of the homework that was due on Monday.

“Fuck,” Steve sighed, collecting his things in his arms as he made his way out, locking the door behind him. Was it really that obvious? Sure, Steve liked you, he had made peace with that now but was he so bold that even the kids had noticed how he acted a little different around you?

Barging into the teacher’s lounge as inconspicuous as he could, he made a beeline for Robin. Politely smiling at the other teachers Robin was sitting with and excusing himself for his abruptness, he placed his large palm on his best friend’s shoulder, “Can I talk to you? Like, now?”

Taking her hand in his, he pulled her out into the hallway, making sure the coast was clear before he spoke. “I’m in deep shit Robin!” Steve exclaimed, yet his tone still hushed, his hands wailing in the air.

“Wait,” Robin spoke, eyes scanning quickly across Steve’s face, trying to figure out whatever is the matter with him, “calm down, Steve, Jesus! What’s going on?”

“A group of kids in my last class started asking stupid questions,” he started, his brain almost working too fast for his mouth, “and then Olivia Johnson asked if I have a crush on–”

“Steve,” Robin sighed, cutting him off before he could finish, already knowing who he was going to say before he could say himself.

“--and now I’m just worrying, I guess, like– am I being too obvious about it? Am I doing too much? Fuck, Robin, I just don’t want this spreading round the whole school and–”

“Steve!” Robin spoke louder this time, doing her most to get Steve to stop rambling, “Just be quiet for a second, please?”

Steve sighed but nodded nonetheless, agreeing to let Robin unload her advice on him, whether he wanted it or not.

“You like her, right? I mean, I know you do, we all know you do,” she exaggerated with her hands as she spoke, referring to their friend group, “and deep down I know you wanna ask her out so I think you should just bite the bullet and do it.” Robin ended the last sentence with a shrug, seeing the solution to all of Steve’s problems so clearly. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, she says no and you move on.”

Robin made it sound so easy. Sure, he could suck it up and ask you out, but what if you did say no? Steve feared it wouldn’t be as easy as moving on like Robin suggested. Steve’s crush on you was becoming no laughing matter, more meaningful as the days went by. He wasn’t sure he would be able to recover from the heartache of your rejection, as dramatic as that sounded.

“Maybe,” Steve murmured, hands stuffed in his pockets, his gaze fixated on his shoes. He moved back and forth with the idea.

She rolled her eyes at him in response, shaking her head at his stubbornness, “You are so smart in so many ways, Steve,” Robin chuckled, “but you need to get out of your head sometimes.”

Maybe just this once he would take Robin’s advice.

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anonytitty · 1 year

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Alhaitham piss hcs

due to lack of alhaitham piss content I have come to provide

Doesn’t have a piss kink but finds himself in these situations where he has to go badly quite often

most of the time if his urgent and kaveh is at home they get into an argument bcs alhaitham is pissy (get it? The pun? I’m so funny) with a full bladder

alhaitham thinks hes sneaky but kaveh can tell how weak his bladder is. In fact kaveh is the one with a piss kink but doesn’t go so far as to force alhaitham into situations where he pisses himself.

when alhaitham pisses he heaves, whether it’s a light or heavy heave depends on how full his bladder was. (Did I use heave correctly? My English isn’t so good)

alhaitham used to experience accidents during his akademiya days in his dorm room where he held it because of his workload, but no one found out and he will take that secret to the grave.

when close to having an accident his mind starts to blank because he doesn’t like (fears) not being in control and his last resort is clamping his thighs together and pushing his hands against his crotch

is a light but frequent leaker. He can’t help it. Sometimes the leaks turn into accidents.

alhaitham holds for hours at a time despite him half assing his work and having a lot of free time ,bcs the walk from the akademiya to his house takes quite some time and his a pee shy guy, preferring to piss in his own toilet, plus a lot of students go to him for opinions and he needs to interview graduates to decide whether they receive funding and it takes a long time.

bounces his leg under his desk quietly when he needs to go

sometimes he takes a plastic bottle from his secret recycled collection in his office when he really needs to go and has held it in for too long, careful to avoid pissing with too much noise in case a student barges in suddenly. Most students just assume he likes to drink green tea when they see the bottle. Also a really awkward experience for him when his pissing beneath the table with his thighs holding onto the bottle under the desk while he talks to a student, whilst trying hard not to piss bcs pee shy.

if the leaks become so much it’s visible he’ll use his half cape thing to cover himself. Thankfully people don’t really notice his presence or care enough, so nobody (except kaveh but alhaitham doesn’t know that) knows about this but alhaitham can’t help but feel embarrassed when he has to do this

there may or may not have been one time where kaveh sneaked a diuretic into alhaithams morning coffee and took alhaitham keys with him, and came back to see alhaitham crouching and gripping onto his crotch, with his thighs rubbing together and bouncing in a desperate attempt to hold. kaveh hid when he saw that and decided to wait a bit longer to test the waters (GET IT??? THE PUN???) and when alhaitham seemed very close to pissing himself than did kaveh decide to save him the embarrassment and step onto the grass and signal his return extravagantly so that alhaitham would think he just came and can pretend to be alright by standing up so fast an un alert person wouldn’t catch it. kaveh, on the other hand is very observant, and didn’t miss the small trail of piss trickling down his black leggings, but kinda sad that he doesn’t get to see alhaitham face and wet crotch bcs the moment he opens the door alhaitham just runs in and locks himself in the bathroom. (Alhaitham had the accident just was the door closed, his black leggings drenched is piss)

that’s it for now, I might type the above point into a fanfic. Meanwhile drop your alhaitham omo bcs and your scenarios below, I really really would love to see them!!! (I am deprived pls I’m begging you)

also why did it take so long for this to appear in the hashtags I’m new to this app lol

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hexpea · 6 months

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Ch. 9 - A Playful Demeanor

The two of you got to school as usual the next morning. It was a bit awkward, neither of you speaking to one another, just minding your own business and too shy to bring up anything of the night before. Between you experiencing what you hadn't in eighty-odd years with someone who was basically a stranger to Suguru's general awkwardness about doing something he usually wouldn't, it was a stalemate!

As usual, the two of you had arrived early. Suguru grabbed you a school uniform to put on in place of the loungewear he let you borrow. The plan was to get you a few outfits after the school day. The only time you spoke was in regard to the uniform, otherwise Suguru left you in the dark. As soon as you returned to the faculty room to prepare for the day Suguru dropped his things off at his desk and left. Meanwhile, you sat in his chair and waited for Satoru to arrive.

"Good morning!" Satoru's sing-song-y voice filled the room with positivity as he entered.

"Hi," your voice was small as you greeted in return, not feeling your best from the strange vibes coming from Suguru.

"Uh oh, what's going on?" Satoru asked as he set his bag on his desk. "Where's Suguru?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," you smiled and blushed, putting up your hands and shaking them as if to deny anything happening. "And I'm not sure, probably meditating somewhere like he says he does every morning."

Satoru gave you a funny pout, signaling that he didn't believe you. It was always a bit hard to read him from behind the blindfold, only being able to see half of his face in order to analyze his emotes. Nevertheless, he continued preparing for his day -- shuffling papers and retrieving his laptop. He hummed a happy tune as he did so.

"Hey, Satoru," you piped up suddenly while watching him unpack for the day.

"Yeah?" He responded, now taking a seat and staring over at what looked to be lesson plans.

"Does Suguru have a girlfriend?" Your question came out childish, you felt so strange asking such a question for whatever reason.

Your question caught Satoru's attention, causing him to look up at you with a confused smile. "No, why? Gotta' crush on 'im?" He asked with even more of a childish demeanor.

"No!" You answered a bit too quickly. "I was just...curious..." You mumbled.

"Mhm," Satoru teased, rolling his eyes from beneath the blindfold as if you could see. "Well, good luck. Ever since he started picking up the pace with his philosophy, he's been pretty strict on himself. He says relationships like that are a distraction from the 'middle path.'" Satoru took a sip from his coffee as he finished his statement, complete with finger quotes.

"Well..." you swallowed hard and turned the desk chair away from Satoru. You felt your face heat up as you worked up the nerve to speak. "We had sex last night, so..."

Satoru nearly coughed up his coffee as you spoke, almost drenching his lesson plans for the week. "You what?"

You nodded in response, flattening your lips to shield your nerves. "I...asked to kiss him because...I missed the feeling...and he obliged. But then he made things go further. I mean...I wanted it and consented, but clearly he had some self-indulgence issues there," you chuckled awkwardly, "and extreme self-indulgence deviates from the middle path." You took in a deep breath between your sentences. "In any case, I just missed the feeling. I only have eyes for Sengoku."

"Isn't that his grandfather?" Satoru snorted. You blushed angrily at him. "Lucky for you, they're twins!" At the same time Satoru spoke, Suguru stepped into the room with a smile, happy to see the two of you enjoying each others' company. "Well, hello there, Mr. Suave," his best friend teased with a curly grin.

Suguru furrowed his brow in a confused state at his best friend. "Did I miss something?" He looked between you both.

"No, no," Satoru slowly finished chuckling and went back to his work, using his hand to wave Suguru's attention away.

Suguru brought his attention back to you and gave another brief, sweet smile. "Are you going to attend class again today? Yaga says that if you continue class, we can finally get you your diploma after all these years."

"Really?" You perked up, sitting up straight in Suguru's desk chair. He nodded in response. "Yes, yes definitely I'd love that!"

When the time came, you accompanied Suguru to class. The third year students he taught mostly just ignored you. They found your situation a bit strange, let alone the fact that you were basically living with their teacher -- that in itself sounded like some kind of strange porno.

You made it a point to listen in class and do your best, just as you had all those years ago. You were so incredibly happy to have this chance, to be able to live the rest of your life. Of course, you were immortal thanks to the type of technique you inherited, at least that was the thought, so ultimately this felt like day one of your forever.

When the morning's class finally ended, you stuck around with Suguru for lunch as the three students dismissed themselves.

You smiled coyly and approached him at the podium where he stood, coiling your arms around his neck and slipping your body between said podium and himself.

"Suguru," you began your ask in a voice as sweet as syrup, "wanna' have some fun during lunch hour?" While it was a strange time to do it, you wanted to put Suguru to the test.

He looked down at you lovingly, his gaze lost in your lips as you spoke. You clearly had him hypnotized, your body pressed against him considering he hadn't moved since you slid yourself in front of the podium.

"I'm afraid that's not in my best interest," Suguru replied softly, breaking from his mini trance with a crooked grin to turn around and erase the chalkboard.

"What about last night?" You mumbled into his ear, tiptoeing to reach while clinging to his back. He continued erasing the board as you asked, but not without a chuckle at your question.

"Last night was per your request," he replied with a hint of sass.

"Well, right now is a request, too," you grinned at your simple-minded workaround. "And you ignored me all morning...making everything all awkward," you pouted, wrapping your arms back around his neck as soon as he put the eraser down and turned.

"I didn't ignore you," he answered with a sweet smile, placing his hands on your waist, "you didn't say anything and neither did I. Your desire to be well-liked and accepted socially overpowered you to think this morning was awkward. And desire only causes suffering."

You furrowed your brow in frustrated confusion. "What a strange thing to say..." you mumbled and placed your head on his chest as he continued to hold you, "but not entirely wrong."

"Anyhow," Suguru smiled down at you, again lovingly. His reactions completely confused you. "Are you still requesting?"

Your jaw dropped slightly in a bit of disbelief before answering. As you looked up at him, nearly cross-eyed from his proximity, he began to lean further toward you -- your body pressed against the podium once again. He was about to make this happen. Suguru's grip on your waist tightened and you began to feel him harden against your pubic bone. Your heart was racing once again with his feeling.

He was just centimeters away from your face when Satoru strolled by the classroom window, doing a double take when he saw the two of you about to suck face in a classroom.

"Hey there!" His volume was completely obnoxious as he opened the doorway. "Suguru, enlightenment is calling!" He smiled and quickly began to walk away.

"Satoru!" You shouted as Suguru awkwardly pulled himself from you. The mood was immediately killed.

"It is an issue to be physically intimate on school grounds," Suguru noted with a cute blush and crooked smile.

"Shut it," you grumbled before walking out of the classroom. If nothing could happen, you may as well not waste your lunch break!

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existentialfantasy · 10 months

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Sansa Got A Reward

Sansa was nervous, she had emailed her editor, Petyr, the article she just finished. Best case scenario was him suggesting a few changes, worst case would be to get called to his office and be told what a useless writer she was. She wanted to avoid the worst case scenario as she was already running late for a date. She went to the washroom to wash her face, applied some make up to look presentable and got back to her desk, waiting for his email. She texted her date that she might be running late. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to cancel and finally Petyr called her into his office.

She texted the date to wait for her message and walked in to the office bracing for the worst. Petyr was staring into his monitor, reading intently as he signalled her to sit down. She sat down waiting for him to say something.

After a bit more of an awkward silence Petyr said “This is really pathetic work Sansa. I expected better from you, please discard this draft and redo the whole thing. I need it in an hour. When I hired you I expected you to get better pretty fast, but you seem to be regressing with each passing day.”

“Can you please tell me what is wrong with it?” Sansa asked looking him the eye.

“Everything is wrong, the whole point of view is totally biased. So, please think about it again and write. I need it an hour, I don’t like working long hours just because you can’t do your job properly”, Petyr sounded irritated.

“Tell me what I need to do, so that I don’t have to go through this constant criticism from you sir”, Sansa wanted answers.

“Do your job well, don’t wait for me to point out mistakes. Learn from your colleagues who write so well. Margaery is slightly senior to you, but she writes so well. I barely have to correct her” Petyr chided her.

Sansa decided to take matters into her own hands, she got up from the chair and went closer to Petyr. She stood close to him where he could smell her perfume and said “I can work hard in other ways sir, please let me. Just correct my articles, whichever way you see fit. I promise I’ll make you happy”.

Petyr had an idea what she was hinting at, but he didn’t want to get into any trouble. He wasn’t new to pretty young things trying to lure him, and he had been successful at staying away. He loved his wife after all and wanted to keep it that way. He stayed calm and replied “Just do your actual job properly, that’s all I need. I don’t need you to work hard in any other ways.”

“Are you sure sir, I think I caught you staring at my ass a couple of times. I do wear the tight pencil skirts for your viewing pleasure after all, aren’t they enticing you enough”, Sansa moved closer and sat on his desk.

“I love my wife, so you better get back to your desk and start reworking on the article”, Petyr could hear the weakness creeping in his mind and words.

“But my hard work lies here sir, let me prove how hard I can work” Sansa said as she pulled Petyr closer and kissed him, her hand touching his crotch.

Feeling her wet lips on his lips melted any final resistance Petyr had left and he was kissing her back with equal vigour as she started rubbing the hardness growing inside his trousers. His tongue was wrestling with hers, her hands running all over his back inside his shirt.

“Someone might walk in, we might get caught”, Petyr warned her.

” Let them walk in, let them see how hard I work for you editor. Let them see how much I want your approval” she whispered in his ears as she nibbled on his ears.

“I’ll let you work now, let me get back to work too. Do remember this is our secret, nobody has to know” she smiled and got below his desk.

He tried to act as if he was working in case someone walked in, but her hands were moving too fast and before he knew it his cock was in her hands, being stroked so good.

“Oh fuck! I can’t believe you’re making me do this” he moaned, trying to keep his voice low.

Sansa licked his shaft from the head all the way down, getting it all wet, stroking it like a favourite pet. Her pet was responding to her touch and soon enough it was fully grown and ready for more. She took his dick head in her mouth, sucked on it and then pulled out. She looked up into his eyes, he had his eyes closed, trying not to moan too loud. She was stroking him harder and sucking on it like her favourite lollipop, in and out, in and out of her juicy mouth. Her sloppy sucking made him hold on to the chair hard, resist the urge to talk dirty to her as he could still hear people around the office.

“Am I working hard enough now sir? Do you think I’m a better writer than Margaery now?” she teased him before taking him fully inside her, his cock hitting the depths of her throat.

“Oh yes! You are a much better writer than Margaery ever will be” Petyr had no other response for her.

“You will always love my writing and will praise me before everyone going forward, won’t you sir?” Sansa was now taking advantage of his weakness as his cock hit her cheeks, harder and harder.

“Yes, of course. I will ensure your writing is the best of all your colleagues”, Petyr hadn’t felt this turned on ever.

Sansa was now pulling his cock harder, making it hit her throat and cheeks as she massaged his balls. There was a knock on the door and the office boy walked in. Sansa stayed still and didn’t make any noise, it took a great deal of effort for Petyr to stay calm and send him away. He made the boy, lock the door behind him so that nobody would enter again. Once the door was shut again, Sansa was back to sucking her favourite lollipop, playing with his ball sack at the bottom. She knew he could burst any minute, but she wanted him inside her.

“How do you like my hard work sir” she quizzed him as she got back up from below the desk, his throbbing cock still outside his trousers as she pushed his chair back and sat on the desk. Her feet were now on his cock, her pointed heels hurting him.

“Do you like my work sir, tell me you do. Please tell me sir, or I will work harder”, she almost warned him.

“I love your work, you don’t need to work any harder”, Petyr replied as he winced in pain.

Sansa made sure the door was locked and then unbuttoned her blouse, letting it loose as her gorgeous cleavage was now teasing Petyr. She hiked her skirt all the way up and spread her legs, giving him a good look at her red thong.

“Do you like my dressing sense sir?” she asked him, as she squeezed her tits, rubbed her pussy, her heels still pressing down on his cock.

“Yes, I love it” Petyr replied. It was getting hard for him to resist, as she was putting on quite a show for him.

“Then you must reward me for my hard work sir. A nice incentive would only encourage me to work harder for you every day sir. It would make me work weekends too, I’d never leave office at all sir”, Sansa pressed her leg further on his cock.

“Enough hard work, now please stop hurting me. I’ll do as you say always”, Petyr pleaded with her.

“I hope you are a man of your word sir” Sansa smiled at the tortured look on his face. She got up and sat on his lap, spreading her legs around him, kissing his mouth wildly, biting his lips and sucking his tongue. She hugged him tightly and started jumping up and down, grinding on his manhood, arousing him further as she tugged at his hair. Petyr knew he was getting late for a movie with the wife, but in that moment all he wanted to do was to pound Sansa, show her who the boss really was.

“Touch my wet pussy sir, see how hard I worked for you, how wet I got for your thick cock sir”, Sansa whispered in his ears as he bit her lips and grabbed her ass, squeezing it, slapping it as she grinded on his cock.

“Oh I’ll do more than just touch it, I want to do a great many things to it” Petyr was finally finding his mojo as she was within his grasp.

“Please do it sir, I can’t wait to find out what those great many things are” she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.

He moved down to her collarbone, sucking and biting on it as he slapped her ass, pulling down her bra and letting her gorgeous titties loose. They looked far too inviting for him to stay away. He squeezed them together and took them in his mouth, sucking and licking. He dug his teeth into them as she held him by the hair and pushed him deeper into her cleavage, moaning as he devoured her succulent breasts.

“Oh sir! I want you to fuck me so hard, I want you to make me your little bitch and pound my wet needy pussy. Can you do that sir?” she moaned as he sucked and bit her tits harder.

He hiked her skirt all the way up to her waist, now started rubbing his cock up against her pussy lips, getting them wetter and wetter. Her moans were growing louder as his hand found its way down, searching and then rubbing his clit.

“Oh fuck! Your touch feels so good sir. I wonder how your cock would feel against my pussy” she moaned into his ears.

He rubbed her clit harder, as she rocked her hips, grinding down on his cock, hugging him so tight not allowing even air to get between them.

“Fuck me sir, please. My pussy deserves to be rewarded for all its hard work” she didn’t want to wait any longer.

He held her around his waist and kissing her, got up from the chair and made her sit on the desk. He spread her legs wide and pulled down her thong, rubbing her wet pussy, as he sucked her taut nipples, driving her crazy. Her moans and gasps, egging him on as he rubbed her clit, getting her ready for the hardness that awaited her. She pulled him closer and held his cock, rubbing it on her pussy lips, inviting him to take advantage of her. But he wasn’t ready yet, he took his fingers wet from her juices and sucked on them as she looked him in the eye.

“You taste so good” he mouthed as his fingers went back down to get wet again, this time giving it to her. He made her taste the wetness that oozed out of her, making her hornier than ever. Her body was shivering uncontrollably now, feverishly awaiting his final assault. He decided to not tease her any longer and pulled her closer, kissing her, sucking and licking her neck as his cock was rubbing up against her wet pussy lips, waiting for the opportune moment to make a grand entrance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist as he moved in, still kissing and sucking, entering her smoothly as her wet pussy engulfed his thick cock.

“Ah fuck! Yes sir, you made me wait so long for this. Now reward me, fuck me with your thick married cock. Fuck me like your dirty little bitch. Fuck me like you own this pussy” she moaned as he went deeper, filling her up, stretching her to the limit.

He pulled out and pulled her closer, hitting her harder this time. She dug her nails into his back as his cock thumped her wet pussy. The look on her face and her moans told him how much she was loving it. He held her tightly and started thrusting in deliberate short thrusts, hitting her pussy like he owned it.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Just like that, fuck me harder sir. Make me your whore” she moaned and bit his lips as his thrusts were relentless.

She put her hands on his ass, pulling him deeper into her, making him treat her like his personal office bitch. The look in her eyes, driving him to get nastier, choking her neck as he pounded her pussy. He found her clit again and rubbed it non stop, her pussy and clit both being pleasured in equal measure. A heady cocktail of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, making her throw her head back. She was enjoying the symphony of his tongue, his cock, his fingers all over her naked body, pushing her to the edge where she was trying to hold on for as long as she could.

“Oh Sir! I love how well you reward me for my hard work, please reward me everyday. I want to be your side pussy sir” she moaned as the pressure inside his balls was building up. He slowed down for a few seconds and bit her nipples, making her moan louder, then starting to drill her again. Her entire body was now writhing in intense pleasure, as his cock was truly giving her pussy a reward to remember.

“You better stay back late every night, we have to work on your skills”, he kissed her neck as he drew closer to the edge too. He held her firmly down by her shoulders and now pounded her mercilessly, the pleasure hitting its zenith as she could sense the end nearing for him. And after plundering her a little while longer, he sprayed his seed deep inside her with a loud grunt.

He knew she wasn’t over the edge yet and quickly got down, rubbing her clit, licking her pussy filled with his cum. A few licks and rubs later, she exploded too, her body enveloped by the most amazing orgasm she had ever tasted. His face was dripping with her juices as he looked up and smiled at her. “You just made my wife very angry, I missed my date with her”, he admonished her. “I missed a date for you sir, so let’s call it even” she winked and pulled him up for a sloppy kiss. “If you tell anybody about this, I will get fired” he warned her. “Oh don’t you worry sir! This will be our dirty little secret” she spread her legs, rubbing her wet pussy and then licking her wet fingers.

#Petyr X Sansa #PxS #PetSan #creepyship #creepyshipping #modern setting #smut #fan fic

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spraytaleau · 3 months

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For Spraytale's birthday, I figured I'd give a bit of lore. Enjoy.

The lights buzzed in the lab with bulbs that all needed to be replaced soon. Hand written notes covered the desks and corkboards. The handwriting was complete chicken scratch, it stretched the definition of legible. Flasks and vials of unknown liquids lined the work table. The quiet tick of the clock kept time as it's face read 2:15.

Gaster leaned forward in his chair contemplating what he was looking at, his hamds meeting at his chin like they normally did when he was lost in thought. He had already re-examined his findings numerous times, not being able to believe what he saw in front of him.

Alphys gently knocked on the door before entering with a fresh pot of coffee. "H-hey, it's k-kinda late, a-and I thought y-you could use some c-coffee" she stuttered. She knew Gaster always stayed up late working, but he usually stopped around midnight. Both of them drank entirely too much coffee, but it's good for keeping someone awake.

He rubbed his eye sockets, fighting off sleep. "Yes, thank you" he replied. Right as she filled his mug he downed the whole thing, the warmth and caffeine a balm to his weariness. He leaned back in his chair a moment before looking back to Alphys. "Have you heard of multiverse theory?"

Alphys looked at him slightly confused, "yes?", she wasn't really sure how to react to that question. It was part of her curriculum in college, but she never put alot of thought into it.

Gaster gave her an exhausted look. It's not often that Alphys saw a skeleton monster with eye bags. He held readings from his most recent machine, a photon reader. Even if it can't get any visual light, it can detect photons. Atleast, that's what Alphys understood about it.

"There are photon hotspots where there should be nothing."

Alphys had to look at the readings a second time after hearing that, and then a third. Just as he said, there was the evidence. In what should be a dark void of nothing, were areas absolutely filled with photons. They were like faraway cities in the darkness. And the individual locations varied slightly.

There was something moving in each of them.

"S-so what d-do we do ab-bout this?" Alphys asked. She started nervously shifting from foot to foot without realizing it. Thoughts of classroom discussion start filling her head. Theorizing as to possible consequences to this possibility were played around with. Reasons why it would exist, and whether or not contact would be a good idea.

"I don't know"

She stood there nervously for an awkward amount of time, her scaly feet were starting to get cold. "Well, w-what if we send a m-message?" she suggested. Even if it's not a good idea, she couldn't stand the silence for any longer.

".....it's possible." Gaster answered. "Although, it might make us a target." He pushed his glasses back up, he really needed to get them adjusted.

Alphys almost asked why, but stopped when she thought back to her class on a different subject. Some other students thought it was interesting to debate as to why aliens haven't contacted anyone yet. Theories varied from them not existing to something called the Dark Forest Theory.

Her professor was trying to get the class to settle down, so they agreed to explain it if everyone stayed quiet. Essentially, if there was something very dangerous in the universe, then others would be doing the smart thing by not sending out signals detailing where they were or that they exist at all.

Alphys looked down while thinking, "so d-do we ig-ignore this?"

Gaster poured himself another cup of coffee into his orange cat mug. He didn't know the name of the character, but it was a gift. "I don't know" he replied bluntly.

Alphys flinched at his answer, he was always the one with the solutions. To have him not know what to do unnerved her. She started to become even more unsure of herself.

Gaster must've noticed, he downed his coffee and continued. "These other universes might be friendly, they could even be in the same situation as us concerning the barrier."

"So w-what you're sa-saying is..." she started to ask.

"If that is the case, we could pool together our collection of human souls and break both barriers. One at a time" he answered. His mug was still warm from his last cup of coffee. He held it for a bit to warm his hands. He considered getting another cup, but held off.

"H-how do we de-decide wether to con-contact them or n-not?" Alphys asked. She considered pouring herself a cup. Just the smell was making her awake and alert though.

Gaster finally gave in and poured another cup. "I wish I knew"

__________________________________________

Some kind of morning talk show was playing on the TV as Gaster sat in his recliner. He put down his mug of coffee, this time in a baseball mug, on the end table so he could read the newspaper. The sound from the TV made for good background noise.

A large chunk of the Underground collapsed recently, and there was reports about it everywhere. Though resources were limited, efforts were made to help survivors. Some of their stories were in the paper.

There was a note about how one child teleported himself and his brother to safety.

Gaster nearly fell out of his chair when he read that. He had to read it again to make sure he was seeing it correctly. He sat slack jawed as he read the rest of the article. This child was so young, they were still in stripes. His brother he saved was even younger.

He put the paper down, considering his options. Was the irresponsibility of sending a child into danger worth it to potentially set everyone free?

Would he forgive himself if he did that to someone?

Would he forgive himself if he didn't try to break the barrier that had trapped them for thousands of years?

He looked again that the paper long and hard, weighing the ethics of each option. What if he trained the kid to do this when they got older? What if it was safer than they thought? Could he make something to assist in case of emergencies?

No matter what he did, he would likely regret it.

He sighed heavily, resigning himself to what he felt he had to do. He picked up his phone and texted Alphys.

"Locate and contact Sans Serif. Hire him for the lab."

#spraytale #undertale #au #undertale au #lore

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impyssadobsessions · 1 year

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Bully: Political Arsony

“Gary, we could get into some serious trouble for this.” Pete whined as they crept in the hallways, looking out for prefects.

“Stop being such a baby, Pete. Sheesh. I knew I should've asked that moron instead. He wouldn't have whined.” Gary hissed at the smaller teen, “Now keep it down. They're almost done patrolling.”

Pete huffed, but kept quiet. He didn't want to do this, but Gary never took “no” for an answer. His grip tightened on the stink bomb in his hands.

“Coast is clear, c'mon,” Gary waved Pete to follow as they walked up to the second floor where the front office was.

“Oh, this is going to be good. I bet that nerd Earnest is going to throw a fit when the Head refuses to do a re-vote.” Gary snorted a dorky laugh.

“Earnest is going to throw a fit anyway. There's no way he would have won.” Pete said as he followed Gary to the voting box that sat on Ms. Danvers' desk.

Gary rubbed his hands together, practically bouncing in his spot. “We should have picked up a dead rat too. That would really give off the patriotic spirit.”

“Uh-huh. Let's just do this and go-”

“Ahh!” A short scream came from out of the hall, as sound of sneakers squeaked on the floor.

“Shh! Algie! You're going to get us caught.” An awkward voice hissed in a not so quiet whisper.

“I can't help it! I-I tripped!” Algie's voice squeaked, “Aww, man. I think some went down my leg.”

“Shh, mighty warrior, Algernon. We must hurry with our quest, for behest our dearest leader.” That was definitely Melvin.

Gary and Pete locked eyes, for a moment. Gary grinned cheekily as Pete gave him a frown in return. He shoved the box to the table in the corner of the room and then dragged Pete to hide behind the counter.

Gary put a finger to his lips and whispered, “On three toss the stink bomb at those losers.”

“Gary-” Pete clasped his hands tight around the stink bomb. His palms were sweating.

“Shhush-and just do it.” Gary warned with a glare, before returning to his grin. His legs swaying back and forth as he tried to keep his excitement down.

Pete pressed his back to the counter and listened as the small group of nerds shuffled into the office. Biting his lip to hold back a whine.

“Box procured! What now?” Algie asked as he grabbed the box.

“Now I shall place my enchantment of deception. These fools have too low of intelligence to figure out my illusion.” Cornelius, Pete's thinks, said as the sound of paper shuffled.

Pete looked back at Gary who was mouthing the conversation, in a mocking way by making silly expressions. Pete shook his head at the boy's dramatics, but a smirk was plastered on his face. He was trying hard not to snicker.

“Wow, did you write all those yourself?” Algie asked.

“No, of course not. I just wrote a few and had them copied. As long as there is enough variants, Ms. Danvers won't know the difference!”

Pete covered his face with his hand, as Gary started going off script. By Gary's gesturing and lip movement, Pete had guessed Gary was going something on the lines of: “Oh Fuck me Cornelius, I want something in my pants besides pee!”

Pete was starting to think he hung around Gary too much. Not that he chose to but still..

“Hold on, brave knight. We must open the sacred box before slipping the charms in. We can't have an amount more than what is in the box, otherwise the succubus will suspect tampering.” Melvin spoke.

“Oh-haha.. right.”

Pete looked back at Gary when he nudged him. The scarred teen raised a finger, signally one. Pete nodded, as he scooted closer to the edge of the counter. Carefully he peered around the corner.

He saw them all huddled around the box, trying to pry it open. How many nerds does it take to open a box? Apparently more than three. Gary would probably have a better punchline for that.

“Ugh, its no use. I should have brought my axe.” Algie whined.

“That dull thing would have crushed it. I do believe I have a lock-pick in my inventory.” Melvin patted his pockets.

“I can't believe you guys! You guys were suppose to figure out how to open it!” Cornelius huffed.

Trouble in paradise. Seriously, they were suppose to be smart.

Pete jolted as he felt hot breath on his neck. Gary was peaking over his shoulder, and snorted at the pink shirt boy's reaction.

“You hear that?” Melvin asked, turning behind him.

Pete and Gary leaning back behind the counter, before he could see them. Gary held two fingers in front of Pete's face, wiggling them.

“I didn't hear anything over Algie's grunting and wheezing.” Cornelius was agitated.

Pete fixed his grip on the stink bomb, shifting his stance. Knowing that they were probably going to run.

“I still scored higher than you on the physical test! So there-neh!” Algie stuck his tongue out at the dark-skin teen.

Cornelius and Algie started pushing and slapping at each other.

Pete felt a chill down his spin as he heard a flick and sizzle behind him.

“Gentlemen- please!” Melvin tried to pull them apart as they bumped into the table making the box fall off the table.

“Now, Pete! Fire in the hole!” Gary tossed a firecracker at the nerds, then jumped over the counter.

“You said on three!” Pete hurried to toss the stink bomb, blinding the three and covering them in stink. He scrambled across the counter, pulling his collar over his face.

“Three smee. I gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” Gary and Pete ran out of the office as they heard sounds of the three throwing up and screeching.

“Well, now that went unexpected. Nonetheless, I do believe we succeeded Pete.” Gary claimed as they made there way back to the dorm, taking a shortcut through the fence.

Pete coughed and wheezed, trying to get air back into his lungs, before climbing over. He was not cut out for running for long and the stink bomb didn't help.

“Uh-huh.. How so?” Pete asked as he hauled himself over the broken fence with a grunt.

Halfway over the wall, Pete whipped his head back at the sound of fire alarm. It rang loudly from the main building. The three nerds falling and stumbling down the main steps as they headed their way back to the dorm.

Pete looked back over to see Gary grinning, then shook his head with a sigh.

The next morning, Ms. Danvers' voice rang through out the school on the intercom.

“Attention little rugrats- Because of the little stunt last night, it took firefighters an hour before they came to assess the VERY REAL fire. Luckily, thanks to the sprinkler system the fire was put out before further damage could be done.”

“We have reason to believe the cause of the fire was politically motivated, as the damage was remotely done to the voting box. So, in turn, we have revoked your rights in choosing the school president this year. I need not remind you that as adolescents you have NO RIGHTS and voting was merely our way of encouraging you to make the RIGHT choices. Which you have time and again proven that you cannot.”

“That saying, our new school president is Ted Thompson. Let's celebrate with a polite and non-disruptive clap for Mr. Thompson.”

The class erupted into a roar, by mostly the four jocks attending it. Pete politely clapped with the rest, until he felt something bounce off his head. He turned to look back at Gary sat leaned back in his chair. His feet sat on the desk, his arm was behind his head, and he was playing with a pencil in his free hand.

Pete raised a brow, wondering what got Gary so wired now. Gary rolled his eyes and gestured with the tilt of his head down. Pete looked down, seeing the wad of paper that had hit him moments ago. He reached down to pick it up.

“And NO, Earnest, this is non-negotiable. We must honor all students successes, even if it was due to unfair circumstances. That's simply how the world works. Thank you.” The intercom screeched before shutting off for good.

He opened it up and immediately regret it. He glared back at Gary, who just snickered into his hand.

It was a drawing of last nights events, or at least a Gary retelling. Pete just shoved the paper into his bag, praying no one saw it as Mr. Hatterick tried to get everyone's attention again.

#bully cce #bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #gary smith #pete kowalski #peter kowalski #fanfic #oneshot #LOL i needed to get this out of my system #I know most ppl follow me for dpxdc but here's a fandom i keep coming back too #kids being kids #a03 #bully rockstar #bully

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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Hws Rarepair Week 2022: Day 3

@hwsrarepairweek2022

Prompt: Flowers

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng

Word Count: 717

Author’s Note: For so long I wanted to do something with a Tattoo Artist Arthur x Florist Ludwig and now I finally have an excuse to.

Not so Secret Admirer

It was the fifth flower this week: yellow acacias, symbolizing friendship and secret love. Though the admirer still seemed to think he was secret, Arthur knew full well who had been sending him these little gifts the past three weeks.

Across from Arthur’s tattoo shop sat a flower shop. In the past few months, he had befriended the two brothers that owned it (though only one brother seemed to be passionate about flowers and gardening). His name was Ludwig, and Arthur would be lying if he said he didn’t have at least a little crush on the stoic florist. But it was nice to be wooed like this, so despite knowing from the very start, Arthur kept quiet, making up a bouquet of all the flowers he would get through the week. These yellow acacias would look lovely with the blue violets he had received on Monday.

However, after almost a month of this, Arthur was starting to get impatient. It was time to tell Ludwig that he knew and that he returned his feelings. Though, he wanted to do something special in return, but what?

The bell rang, signaling the entrance of a customer. Or in this case Gilbert, Ludwig’s brother. “Yo, Artie, did you get Luddy’s flowers?” he asked, leaning against the counter.

“Yes,” Arthur replied solemnly.

“Hey, my baby brother put a lot of thought into this, don’t sound so disappointed.”

“It’s not that,” Arthur hissed, “I just…I-I’m not sure how to respond.”

Gilbert’s face turned serious. “Well, you better do it soon. I worry he’s going to start overthinking it even more than he already is. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him so serious about a romantic interest.”

A light blush coloured Arthur’s cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything special, just be honest with him,” Gilbert added before bidding him farewell and returning to the flower shop. Did he just come over to say all that?

Arthur grumbled to himself as he went to the back to double-check when his next appointment was. Not for another two hours; so much for a distraction. Arthur groaned, collapsing into the rolling chair nearby. He was rolled near the desk where an old leather notebook caught his eye. He hadn’t used it in years, not since his tattoo business took off, but now it was as if the book was calling to him. Perhaps this was the solution to his dilemma.

—

Ludwig must have been in the back when Arthur entered. It gave the Brit the perfect opportunity to enact his plan. He held the envelope close to his chest and cautiously made his way over to the cash counter. Just as he placed the envelope on the counter, Ludwig emerged. Arthur quickly pulled back and was about to run when he met Ludwig’s eyes.

The German quirked a brow before turning his attention to the envelope. Arthur remained frozen, his heart leaping out of his chest as Ludwig read it over. After a few moments, Ludwig looked up, cheeks flushed.

“I-I knew you sent me the flowers,” Arthur admitted.

Ludwig looked away with a small embarrassed smile. “Was I that obvious?” Arthur offered his own timid smile. “Just a bit, but it was really sweet. Not to mention romantic.”

“Says the one who wrote me a sonnet to confess. Which was very good I might add. I never knew you were a writer.”

Arthur shrugged with an amused huff. “I dabble in it as a hobby sometimes. Though this is the first thing I wrote in a while.”

The two kept stealing glances at each other, cheeks still heated and the awkward tension still present. The question of “What now?” hung in the air.

“Just kiss already,” called a scratchy voice from the back.

“Gilbert, get back to taking stock,” Ludwig roared in return.

Arthur snorted. “So…” he began, “Would you like to go for coffee or something? When we’re both free of course.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Another awkward silence settled over them until Arthur walked over to Ludwig. He took Ludwig’s face into his hands and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “I have to go, but I’ll text you my availability.”

Then Arthur turned the door and quickly exited, leaving behind a shocked, flustered Ludwig.

#hetalia #hws #hwsrarepairweek2022 #gereng #engger #geruk #hws england #hws prussia #hws germany #fluff #flowers #tattoo artist england #florist germany #tattoo artist x florist au #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

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nyx22-blogs · 1 year

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Chapter 3: Knowing

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Summary: Bucky writes you a letter

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: 1 swear word

Y/N’s POV

A loud ringing interrupted you putting your socks on while you were microwaving your breakfast. You realized it was your phone, you walked over to the kitchen counter to grab it.

It was Wanda

You chuckled and pressed accept, only she would call you 13 minutes before work, where you’d both see one another for another 6-7 hours.

"Hey Wan-"

"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD Y/NNNNNNNNNNN!" Your best friend shouted

"Wanda?! What the hell are you ok?" You chuckled as you got your pizza out of the microwave and started eating it.

"NO Y/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST SAW YESTERDAY!"

"I'll understand if you tell me!" You laughed

"OKOKOKOKOK SO- I saw Bucky outside of the apartment and he put an envelope in the mailbox!"

"Ok..so? He's allowed to mail things to other people Wanda. Wait- how'd you even see that?"

"I was going grocery shopping and when I walked back I passed your apartment."

"Oh."

"Y/N!! He used YOUR envelope..I THINK HE MAILED YOU BACK Y/N!"

Wait what-

No no no no…this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

It was just a stupid joke to get banana bread.

You didn't think he'd read it..much less write you back…

oh god this is bad..this is really bad.

But..you wondered what he wrote…really wondered..

"Wanda….if he mailed me back then…OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA WANNA KNOW WHO I AM!!"

"THAT'S GOOD! Now you two can be together!"

"WANDA! I- Jesus Christ I'll see you at work so we can talk about this, ok?" You said running out the door, hoping you didn't run into the man of the hour.

"Ok!"

~At work

You walked up the stairs to your office and saw Wanda sitting down. She waved at you and patted the seat next to her, signaling for you to sit down quickly. You speed-walked to the seat and she immediately started to tell you everything.

"-and I saw him use the envelope you used for your poem. I really do think he was writing to you y/n."

"Ugh, he probably wrote something telling me to please never write to him again." You said dropping your head down on the desk..in a not so quiet manner. At least three people turned to look at you and turned away again.

"I doubt it..he looked happy when he put it in. Like giggling, blushing happiness."

"Well we'll find out when I go home." You said opening up your laptop to see what the hell was going on today.

Paperwork, not for you. More paperwork..also not for you.

Oh here's an email…for Natasha.

How come none of your clients need anything?

"Hey Wanda?"

"Mhm?"

"You wanna leave early?" You both didn't really have anything to do..and it was a Friday.

"Sure? We can go to Starbucks or something..then to your house and watch some TV or read the letter Bucky wrote to you or we could-"

"Uhm hold up a minute- first of all I'm still not sure he wrote it and second of all even if Bucky did write it how do we even know that he wrote something nice?"

You took a deep breath and tried to accept the hard but completely possible reality.

"Ok why would sweet, kind, caring smart Bucky- Wanda you ok?"

She kept making weird gestures at behind you and- oh shit

Bucky's behind you

"Sweet, kind and caring huh? I'm flattered, y/n." Bucky said, cockiness in his voice apparent.

"So uh, what's all the talk about me being sweet, kind and caring?"

"Oh uhm that's my husband…I have to take this call." Wanda said, attempting to escape the hella awkward situation you created..and succeeding.

"I uhm- have to go talk to Tony about uhm a client's- s-stud STUFF- stuff..bye-" You rushed..leaving Bucky there looking confused and amused. How oblivious could this ass be?

This was the worst day possible…least ya had a letter to go home to..

~Time skip

You went to check the apartment mailbox and there it was..your envelope.

"To my dear anonymous B-bucky"

Oh..his dear..that made you weak

You quickly walked up to your floor and walked into your apartment.

"Ok..I'm not gonna check it yet. I'll just- I'll just look after myself in the meanwhile." You said as you walked over to your room to undress and get a towel. You spent at least a half hour in the bathtub soaking in warm water. Afterwards you came out, dried off and went on a mini mission to find the comfiest clothes in your drawers. Pulling out your fluffy sweats, a big Savage Garden t-shirt and two different fluffy socks..you went over to your desk.

Where the envelope was

Oh jeez….

You grabbed it and flopped down on your couch and very carefully opened the envelope. You saw very small rip marks where the glue lined the envelope…

he really did try to be careful with it didn't he?

The paper looked worn out...like as if he had written a million different things down but had decided none of them were right. It was still clean and smooth..but it wasn't a one time job.

There was thought in the letter…

Oh my god..he wants to get to know you.

Holy. Shit. He actually wants to know more about you. The thought of Bucky showing an interest in you made you swoon like an idiot..even if he didn't know it was you.

His first question was what was your favorite flower.

It's odd but you fell in love with him even more over the idea that he didn't ask for a name..

You smiled to yourself and hugged the note. Going over to your desk you took out a piece of paper and started to write down your next poem for Bucky. You didn't know it yet but this was the start to a whole world of possibilities.

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