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castiwls · 3 months

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Hey there! 😀 Can I request two sets of headcanons about being Sam and Dean's twin sister?

"i was with you before we were even born"

Being the boy's twin

Dean

He’s older by like 5 minutes (he never lets you forget it)

You were both really close even as babies. I imagine there was a phase where if your parents separated you both for too long you would cry.

You both get closer after the fire. For the first few months, you would always curl up in the same bed together out of fear of the other one disappearing.

As a teen, you started to question your dad more and more about hunting. You're not as complacent as Dean is to John and his rules. This led to many arguments.

“Why can’t you just do as he says?” “Because Dad’s word isn't god Dean!”

He’d be just as protective over you as he is of Sam.

When Sam left for Stanford you and Dean started to take cases on your own.

You would try and sabotage any hookups he found in bars. You really hated having to go for ‘walks’ during said hookups. He got you back for it.

You both look very alike.

When it was just you and Dean hunting there were multiple times where people would mistake you for a couple of cases.

After your dad died you and Dean didn’t talk for a while. You both argued over why John did what he did and it led to one of your worst fights.

Bobby had to kick sense into you both.

You and Dean don’t fight often but when you do it's bad. When you were younger one time it got so bad that it took Sam yelling and walking out for you both to stop.

When Castiel came around you were unsure but after he saved you on a hunt you began to trust him.

Knowing Dean wasn’t ok after Hell and begging him to talk.

“Dean I know you're not ok.” You frowned and reached out to his arm. “You can talk to me, no one's gonna judge you.”

He did eventually tell you he remembered hell. He begged you not to tell Sam though. (You did tell Sam though)

Finding out about the whole vessel thing and freaking out.

“What do you mean vessels? Why is Heaven and Hell’s fight our issue?”

Since you and Dean were twins you both were classed as Micheal vessels.

You were adamant that Dean wasn’t doing it and he was the same about you.

This again led to another argument.

In the end, there was no way you were letting Sam walk into that fight alone so you ended up saying yes also.

Dean was pissed.

Dean begging for months after that Cas or someone would pull you both out of the cage. (Little did he know someone had)

You randomly appeared on Lisa’s doorstep 6 months later and Dean completely freaked.

After that, he barely let you out of his sight.

You didn’t tell him about Sam also being out (You knew something was wrong with your younger brother and you didn’t wanna worry Dean.)

Eventually reuniting with Sam and feeling so guilty when you found out he had no soul.

Dean insisted that it wasn’t your fault.

He helped you with nightmares from the cage. You found yourself sleeping in the same bed as him again.

Sam

You were older by like 10 minutes. You always teased him about it.

He got you back by teasing you over being short.

Neither of you have any memories of life before the fire so as children you used to both make up stories to help comfort each other.

These stories helped you both pretend that you at least knew your mom and what normal life was like.

You both kinda depended on each other growing up.

While you didn’t verbalise it like Sam, you also didn’t like hunting or the constant moving around.

You were a bit more of a social butterfly than your twin but you still struggled with having to make new friends constantly.

Like your brother, you were also quite smart and did well in school.

For a while, you wanted to be a doctor but knew realistically you had no chance.

As you got older you began to grow a slight resentment towards your dad for forcing you all into this life. One day after a bad hunt you snapped and told your dad how you felt. New’s flash it went really bad.

Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just said. Dean slowly pushed his arm in front of you urging you to move back as your Dad turned to face you. “What did you just say.” Your dad’s voice was hard as he took a step forward. You felt Sam pull you back further as Dean tried to defuse the situation.

After that things were awkward for a while. You went to go stay with Bobby much to Sam’s disdain.

You came back a year later when you were 17.

Things were ok until Sam left for Stanford. You were happy for him but also jealous that he was getting out and you weren't.

During that time you and Dean became close.

Reconnecting with Sam after your dad went missing and helping him when Jess died.

Feeling guilty when your dad died that you spent so much time resenting him (He apologised just before Azael came)

Unlike your brother, Azael didn’t do anything to you so you never had any issues with demon blood.

Convincing Sam that he wasn’t a monster.

When he died the first time you were inconsolable for days.

You and Dean arguing over Deans's deal.

Hating Ruby and knowing she was up to something. Her also causing you and Sam to fall out over his powers.

You and Dean both knew that while Sam was trying to do a good thing she was not.

Helping him with his guilt over Litlth and Lucifer.

Him and you making up after Rubys' death. This actually made you and Sam closer than ever.

Again having to convince him that he is not a bad person when the whole Lucifer and Micheal thing comes to light.

You’re the middleman in the situation. You spent most of your time trying to convince both your brothers not to say yes.

Convincing Dean but not managing to convince your twin.

Before saying yes Sam said that he wanted you to get out and have a normal life.

You were pretty heartbroken but after hanging around Dean and Lisa for a few months you ended up meeting someone (Lisa set you up but you don’t know that)

You both moved in together and you found yourself actually enjoying this normal life.

Then Sam appeared and you had to choose. Dean told you to stay but you knew you couldn’t leave Sam.

When you found out about Sam having no soul you felt so guilty.

“How didn't I realise sooner?” You sat down on the bed placing your head in your hands. Dean gently rubbed your back with a small sigh. “None of us knew. It’s not your fault.

You ended up kinda living two lives for the next year until Sam got his soul back and you realised living two lives was too dangerous. You broke up with him but you both ended up getting back together a few years later.

Sam was happy that you'd found someone and pushed for you to stay with him. But you knew your place was always gonna be with your brothers.

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bsverryin · 9 months

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: ̗̀➛ Annoying genshin men endlessly

Who?

╰┈➤ Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Alhaitham, Xiao,Kaveh

Situation?

╰┈➤ you're their lover who loves to annoy them out of nowhere in their works.

✎ SHORT HEADCANONS ONLY!! fluffy,wholesome and really short!! I still can't make Fontaine men x reader bcz I still don't know them well anddd I'm really busy these days because life is filled with acads shsuus I hope I will still be able to post often because writing makes me feel at peace.. I cannot assure u of perfect grammar please enjoy this short headcanon 🥹

: ̗̀➛ AYATO

Ayato doesn't mind when you annoy him out of nowhere as long as it's you. He doesn't even think that you're annoying him, he thinks that you're just giving him the enough attention that he wants and deserve and he loved that side of you.

He may be working but you're always his top priority, he still wants to try his best to not make you feel lonely whenever he does. When his work is over he'd find you first and give you a kiss just like when you find him and annoy him out of nowhere.

: ̗̀➛ DILUC

Diluc wants to focus on his work first but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it when you annoy him out of nowhere. He gives you a little kiss on your cheeks and tells you that you both can all be lovey-dovey only AFTER his work. He's fighting for his life trying not to be clingy when he's working.

He loves it when you come out of nowhere, he can't help but kiss you when you do. No matter how busy he is, if he sees you he'll immediately greet you with a kiss just to show you how much he loves you.

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA

Kaeya loves it when you come out of nowhere just to annoy him, he thinks it's cute and compliments you when you do. It looks like he's just being flirty but he loves it when you can't stop talking and you annoy him. Kaeya knows how to balance work and you, so he doesn't really mind you being around trying to annoy him when he works.

He'll listen to your rants and compliments while working and he will never complain when you're around him. This man loves you no matter what you do and would always put you first more than anything else.

: ̗̀➛ CHILDE

Childe would always say "baby, we can't I'm still working." Because he thinks that you want to do something with him. Basically, he thinks that you want to make out until his work ends, but you'd tell him you just wanted to annoy him because he looked serious whenever he is working.

He tries his best not to get distracted by you but sometimes you're just too funny that he'll start talking and admire you, completely forgetting about his work. You'd remind him of his work but there are just times where he wants to focus and admire only you.

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham may have told you many times to stop annoying him out of nowhere because he has a lot of work to do and he wants to finish it before giving all his self to you but sometimes you get so bored that you'll come out of nowhere just to be noisy and annoy him at the same time.

He shuts you up by kissing you for a few minutes, most of the time you're too stunned that you get quiet for hours remembering how his lips tasted like. He smirks whenever he sees you quiet as he continues to do his work.

: ̗̀➛ XIAO

Xiao doesn't let you see him during his work, which is to patrol around and conquer demons. You would always end up hurting yourself just so he would show up out of nowhere and kill the monsters you invaded. When he does you'd give him the biggest hug telling him you missed him despite meeting him every 5 minutes because you couldn't control yourself and want him every second.

He sighed but he knows you're doing it on purpose just to annoy him and he can't stop himself but to come and save you like any other superheroes. Sometimes he thinks you're doing him a favor because he's starting to miss you the way you miss him, he will always love you either way.

: ̗̀➛ KAVEH

Kaveh would end up talking to you the time when he's working. You're too noisy and annoying and he doesn't want to make you feel like you're getting ignored so despite his busy schedule as an architect, he'll talk to you and you both would always end up laughing at each other.

Kaveh would do his work any other time when you're sleeping or when you have no battery left inside you. He wants to finish fast just so he can take you outside to date and have fun together as a couple.

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diyahatnight · 1 year

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Warnings: This is smut with a bit of dialogue, so read with caution. Nothing too crazy though. Angst, nd smut all in one.

Minor’s dni

angst/fluff version

Xiao x F!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend lost his memory of you so you have to find a way to help him get it back. on your knees giving him a blow job.

Notes: I haven’t written smut in a while so i’m a little rusty.

Your boyfriend has a job, and that job is protecting Liyue and staying loyal to Morax aka Zhongli. He told you that he would be leaving to go on a trip with Zhongli, and you didn’t mind. You didn’t have anything to worry about since he would be with an archon. Plus he is a strong man himself.

2 months go by without seeing Xiao and Zhongli. You went to the funeral parlor to see if he had returned and hu-tao told you he was still gone. You started to worry but not much because he never mentioned how long he would be gone.

More days pass by without seeing your boyfriend until one day you hear a knock at the door. You go to open it and you see Zhongli and your boyfriend at the door. You greet Zhongli first, then you run to give a hug to Xiao but for some odd reason, he backed away.

You both looked at Zhongli, Xiao’s look was more of a ‘why is this crazy woman running after me’ and yours was ‘with.”

He explained to you that during this trip, they encountered some fighting. He almost got hit by some odd beam and Xiao being Xiao, he jumped in its way erasing every memory he’s had of you and with you.

He then had to explain to Xiao that you were his girlfriend of 5 years and you were gonna help and try getting his memory back. Then he left.

You told him to come inside the house and he obliged. You showed him many things to see if he’d remember any of them and he didn’t. You showed him photos and the clothes in your shared closet. You even showed him something explicit and all he did was blush and disappear.

It’s been a month since he’s lost his memory and it’s a nightmare. He won’t even touch you. You’ve spent nights crying yourself to sleep because you aren’t making any progress. You’ve been together for 5 years and it only took a month to get him to at least kiss you and put his arms around your body.

After about 3 months you had him opened up. He was a sweet, caring, touchy, talkative, and sexual lover boy. But now it just feels like it’s all been thrown away.

it feels like he’s been forced to date you and that didn’t sit right in your tummy.

but one night Xiao goes into your home to pick up something of his. You were on your last limb, you didn’t know what to do you just wanted your boyfriend back. You were going to get married one day.

You stood up out of bed and when he saw this he started to walk away. was he avoiding you?

“Wait please, don’t leave. I need you.”

You desperately say and he stops walking and turns to face you. You walk closer to him and when you meet face to face, you burst into tears and drop to your knees.

“Please I’m begging you you please remember me. I don’t want to lose you. I need you.”

You bury your head into his thigh as you say this and it shocks him but he doesn’t go anywhere, or say anything. You sit there crying for a minute then look up.

When you look up, you notice that you are face to face with his sensitive area. You wipe your tears as you start to get an idea. He knew that you begged for a lot and that you had your specific way of begging your boyfriend for stuff.

You start to pull on the rim of his pants because it was worth a shot.

“What are you doing, mortal-… girlfriend I suppose.”

“I’m about to show you something that may help you remember if that’s okay with you?”

He shook his head yes, in his defense he had no idea what you were gonna do. Even after his soft cock flopped out of his pants he still had no idea what was happening until you started placing soft kisses on it to get it hard. sending shivers down his spine.

“W-what are you doing?” he says holding his breath.

You knew how to get him turned on. Rubbing his thigh, running your hands down his chest, kissing his neck, or wearing something revealing. If regular Xiao was here, the little kisses on his cock would be a death sentence for you.

After those 3 small kisses, xiao was rock hard. Before he met you he knew what sex was but he didn’t know how it worked as he wasn’t experienced so he was kinda confused but kinda curious.

You planted your signature kiss directly on his angry blushing pink tip, already leaking pre cum. You grabbed his shaft and started licking along his cock, his breathing starting to hitch.

You stuff half of his dick in your mouth, licking it in the meantime. Then you push his entire cock down your throat. Earning a cute breathy moan from him.

You take his cock out of your mouth and start to lick at it again, you can tell he is starting to get frustrated by the way it starts to twitch in your grasp. You shove his entire length down your throat again and start to fuck him with your throat, gagging and choking on his cock.

At this time he is moaning and groaning. He starts to remember a couple of things and when he does he grabs onto your hair to take control of throat fucking you. You tap on him to get him to pull you off and allow you to get some air which he did.

After, he pushed your head back down on his cock desperately fucking your throat trying to chase his orgasm. You look at him from that angle of you on your knees, mouth stuffed full of his cock. You noticed his golden eyes start to pierce into your own and that’s when more memories started rushing back to him, mostly the explicit ones of you. He throws his head back tightening his grasp on your hair like he’s about to cum, moaning louder.

In an instant he pulls you off his cock and looks down at you. That's how you notice that a lot of his memories have returned by the way he admires the slobber on your mouth and his cock.

He sits down on the bed still staring at you. His hand lets go of your hair to balance himself on the bed. He’s remembered everything, good memories, bad memories, sexual memories, them all. That doesn’t mean he wanted you to stop.

He uses his hand again to push your face back down to his cock, before you start sucking on his pretty penis again, you flash a quick smile at him.

In a quick motion, you shove his length back down your throat which earns a small moan and a breathy whimper. Your sucking on his cock so eagerly which eventually gets him to shoot his warm thick cum in your mouth.

Pulling back up off his shaft, you swallow his orgasm. which causes him to say.

“Ew, you didn’t have to swallow it..” with a very tiny smirk.

“I wanted to though,” you say as he uses his thumb to get the cum that lingers in the corner of your mouth and pushes that thumb past your lips for you to suck it clean…

I might make another version of this but a fluff

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact xiao #xiao #xiao smut #genshin impact smut #xiao x reader #xiao x reader smut #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact headcanons

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Hunt Game (Charles Leclerc x reader) (p.3)

Series contain stalking, harrasment, sexual violence.

Word count : 5.5k

Masterlist

The first encounter.

Chapter 3

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You had never gone this long without going out of the house. You couldn’t even look out the window when you loved spending time on the balcony. Ever since you got the text messages, you have been living in constant fear. Fear of being watched, being stared at, being followed—but for some reason, you didn’t really want to tell Charles because it could be some kind of sick joke because, whether you liked it or not, your life wasn’t as public as you wanted it to be now that you had become Charles’ fiancée.

Charles, on the other hand, knew something was wrong, but he didn’t know how to bring it up without you shutting him off over and over.

"Hey, Charles! What’s up?"

So, he opted to reach out to Lizzy and Martha because if you didn’t tell him anything, you would have told either of them. "Hey, Lizzy. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

"No, not at all. Did you have a fight with Y/N?” It was unusual because she knew Charles and you would never get into a big fight. Lizzy would have described the relationship as all glitter and sparkles, as cliche as it sounded, because she knew both of you were just made for each other. There were a few silly arguments that you had told her, but never one that went so bad that it needed a third person to settle it down.

"No. I just wanted to ask if Y/N has ever told you anything recently. Anything odd?" He brought the phone away, being extra vigilant about every sound since he didn’t want you to find out about the call.

"No? As far as I remember, there wasn’t anything bizarre. Did something happen?"

"I’ll call you back. Thank you, Lizzy.” The call ended right away when he saw you walk out of the room all the way to him for a hug. "Hi, baby."

"Who are you talking to? You had heard him talking on the phone, but the call happened to end right when you were about to bother him, so you couldn’t catch what the conversation was about.

Charles rested his chin on the crown of your head, hands stroking on your back. "It was no one, baby. Do you want to go on a walk around town?"

"No, thank you. I just want to stay at home.”

"You don’t want to keep me accompany? I’m all alone." He smiled, seeing the way the ends of your lips lifted up as you touched his cheek. "What if someone hits on me?"

"Well, I’m sure my fiancé is a very loyal guy.”Charles didn’t say anything, but you knew that looked very well. It was the same look he had when he caught you trying to hide your plan to celebrate his birthday. The look that told you he knew you were keeping something from him. "It’s nothing, love. I just don’t feel like going out."

"Sure, then."

He was vexed; you saw it from the way he clenched his teeth, but Charles, being Charles, would never push you to talk if you didn’t want to. You felt bad because it felt like he was beating himself for not being able to do anything. He was ignoring you on his way out after grabbing his stuff, and you tugged on his sleeve when he was about to turn the door knob. "Can you wait for me while I go change?"

"You don’t have to join me if you don’t want, baby. It’s fine."

"No, wait for me. I’ll be quick. 5 minutes!" You left his side and quickly changed into proper clothes, at least without your Disney Princess-printed pyjamas.

Charles pinched on your cheek as you walked out in your matching pair of sweatshirts in brown, looking much more put-together. "I like you more in your mismatched socks."

"Shut up!" He laughed as you punched him in the chest. "Everyone’s going to make fun of me if I come out looking like that."

"No one’s going to look at you except me, baby. He followed behind, locking the door on his way out. "And so what if you come out looking like that? People are free to wear whatever they want.”

"Okay, sir. Don’t think too deeply about this.” You chuckled, seeing the way he was so serious about it as both of you walked past the emergency door. Charles felt the way you grabbed his hand, clutching it so tight, but didn’t say anything.

Your grasp on him stayed throughout the time, and he just thought it made you look much more adorable clinging to him the whole time. Contradictory to the last time you walked on your own, you had a very fun, chill time with him. He kept on pulling a joke, poking fun, and it erased all those scary incidents you had a few days ago.

"Baby, what do you call a small mother?” He was already in a fit of laughter before you could come up with an answer.

"Stop laughing! I’m trying to think!” He was stumbling and still laughing, which cracked you up as well. "I don’t know. What is it?"

"A minimum." He was expecting you to throw your head back, but you were too stunned to even react. "What? It’s funny!"

"You are so lame! How is that funny?” He looked offended which made you felt bad for not giving him the reaction he was anticipating, but you ended up laughing as he looked so cute, pretending to be hurt from being called dull.

"It’s funny, okay? It’s my kind of joke."

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"Baby, wanna join me?"

"No." You stuck out your tongue, and he tugged on your hand, pulling you back towards his body, where he had nothing but a short pant with a towel draped along his broad shoulders. "They are interviewing Margot Robbie in 1 minute! I need to catch it live."

"Are you seriously choosing that over taking a shower with me?"

"Yes! Let go! I can’t miss it.” He rolled his eyes and smiled at the way you ran out to the living room, hurriedly turned on the television and folded your legs, feeling giddy from the intro alone.

10 minutes into the interview, your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. The text tones rang within every second, pulling your attention away. Lizzy must be getting into another fight with his boyfriend again because the only time your phone would go off this bad was when she got her boyfriend forgot to close the toilet lid or Martha complained about her life as a mom.

Your blood ran cold. It was a picture of you and Charles walking out of your apartment. He was there. He was actually there, but you were too abstracted and unaware of your surroundings whenever you were with Charles. Deciding to ignore the text again, you put the phone away and try to take your mind off it when the text tones turned into an upcoming call. The number on the screen was the same one as the one who had been texting you this whole time. It rang, your phone vibrated for a minute, and it turned back to a black screen. Then it rang again and again, this time without any gap in between each call. You eventually picked it up, hoping it would stop, but you regretted it almost immediately.

"Stop calling me!"

The other end of the line was silence. You would have expected them to go off judging on how urgent the phone calls came in, but all you heard was the sound of someone breathing.

"……."

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"……"

"Please stop calling me."

"I miss you.” They spoke in a low voice, sending chills running up and down your spine. You were about to end the call when they started to sob. "I can’t go on a day without seeing you. Please open the door."

Then came a knock. It wasn’t a loud one full of urgency. It was a soft, gentle one, but eventually turned into an aggressive one; the door handles moved up and down in a forceful way, making you tremble as you stepped away.

"Open the fucking door, Y/N.” They whispered and you heard them started laughing through the call, and the knocking stopped.

When Charles walked to the living room, he saw you leaning against the wall. He heard the sound of something dropped hard from the living room which he assumed was the sound from your phone which was facing down on the floor as he saw you in the state. His brows knitted when you came running and threw yourself against him, making him stumble back before hugging you back. "I’m scared. Please tell them to stop. You need to help me, honey.”

"Woah, slow down, baby.” He cradled your head against his chest while trying to catch you blathering against him shirt. "What’s going on?"

"Someone —" The knock on the door came again, and it made you shudder with horror. Charles was quick on his step to open it, but you pulled him back, shaking your head persistently. "Don’t open the door."

"Why?" The knock came again.

"No, please, don’t open the door.” Charles looked back as the sound of knocking came again. "Please, please, don’t open it!"

"Okay, okay! I won’t."

"I don’t feel safe.” You muttered. For once, the home you had been living in for years—the home that had been the witness to the growth of your relationship with Charles—became frigid, cold, and unfriendly. "I don’t feel safe, Charles."

"Baby—"

"I don’t know what they want." You felt tears well up in your eyes as Charles cupped on your cheeks.

"Who are you talking about?

"I don’t know.” Your words became a mumble when you clung on to him, too tired to talk about it even more. It was tiring because you badly needed him to make it stop. You knew he would be someone who could put it to an end, but how would you be able to get him to help you when you didn’t even know where to start? You were only able to say, "I don’t know," because that was all you knew. How do you explain to him that you had been living with a constant feeling of being watched, and it all happened all of a sudden? You were doing fine, living in your colourful bubble of life last week, and then it all went down the graph without notice.

It was exasperating as well, because you didn’t even know what they wanted. whether it was something serious or if it was all just a sick prank. You did get a number of messages from Charles’ followers at one point in your life where they said some nasty stuff, but it eventually stopped without you having to tell your fiancé about it. It made you think that maybe this could be one of them as well,

that maybe it will stop.

So the calls and messages remained as your surreptitious secret.

Charles wanted to push further because none of the words you said made sense. He had never seen anyone. He didn’t know why you went frantic over a knock when it wasn’t anything new. The delivery man would always leave a knock or two to confirm that they left the packages in front of the door because pressing a bell would cause too much fuss, especially if there were plenty of packages being delivered at different times.

Later on the day, when you were trying to distract your mind by working on a puzzle piece in the room, he went to get your phone that was left and forgotten. He didn’t turn it on, though you wouldn’t mind it. Just like how you were free to check on his phone. He didn’t feel the need to check on it at the moment, so he put it aside. He even went to open the main door, and just as he expected, there were plenty of packages placed outside, meaning the knock from earlier had to be from the delivery man.

Were you losing it? What was going on? But he didn’t tell you. He didn’t say anything about the knock or the packages because, though he hadn’t seen anything absurd, he knew something was bothering you.

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It felt like breathing fresh air from your hotel room.

You badly needed this change of scenery. While Charles needed to be in the paddock early in the morning, you chose to stay behind and spend some time alone. Just like any other race week, you would bring your journal book and go to a random cafe that Google suggested. It wasn’t anything new, and Charles knew that too.

He perceived it probably had something to do with you being in a different country, but he was glad that you were still sticking to what you loved to do, even after what happened last week. Not saying that it all had ended, though he wished it had, but at least you weren’t being anxious all the time.

"Have you brought your sticker set?

You chuckled. "No, I don’t need them. I just wanted to write on the page, so I only need,” You picked up a few pens and highlighters from the table. "this!"

"Why not?" Charles put on his watch and walked towards you, hands placed on your waist.

"Because I feel like writing today.” His lips on your shoulder lines made you giggle.

"Call me if something happens, alright? Spam me with pictures and texts." He left more trails of kisses on your neck, making you laugh on purpose, as that was all he needed to hear before he left.

"I know! Go now or you’ll be late, honey.” You whined, pushing him towards the door. He should have been at the paddock by now but still taking his sweet little time. You could never get how he never felt anxious about being late.

"If I don’t pick up your call, then just —“

"Call Joris. I know! Good luck, honey!” You tiptoed and pecked his cheek before shooing him off. He would spend another 10 minutes lecturing and reminding you about the same thing over and over if you didn’t stop him.

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"Here’s your double chocolate macadamia cookie."

You had been sitting at the cafe nearby your hotel, updating your journal and trying to draw a few random things you could think of when the waiter placed a plate of cookies on your table, one that you didn’t order. "Oh? I think you got the wrong table because —"

"I don’t think so. Someone paid and asked us to give it to you. Enjoy!"

You had been staring at the cookies since the minute the waiter walked away. Anything with macadamia had always been your favourite, but you weren’t sure if you should just take what was given to you. Even if it was given for free.

"That looks good.” You looked up from your table and saw a guy dressed up in a black jacket. He casually took the empty seat by your side and placed his sling bag on his side. The way he acted so relax made it seem as if you had made a plan to meet up with him beforehand. You were taken aback, and it was very obvious from your expression because he cocked his brow, waiting for you to say something.

“I—um," You kept on looking at his seat while trying to figure out the most acceptable words without coming off rude, but it seemed like he had gotten the idea off from your expression.

"Oh, is this seat taken? I’m not going to be long. You write?"

He looked at your journal, and you realised his iris moved and trailed the lines of words you had written, as if he was reading it so you subtly moved your hand across the page before closing it. No one has ever read anything in it except for Charles, and you certainly didn’t feel comfortable having a random stranger invaded not only your space but your privacy.

He realised you weren’t comfortable because, just like your fiancé, he had actually analysed your body movement for weeks, but it was his first time seeing you up close without the paddock barrier.

and without Charles.

"I write too.” He bent down and took out a green notebook with a striped marker pen, placing it on the table. "I thought you liked macadamia; why don’t you eat this?” He lightly pushed the plate of cookies and you looked away, feeling painfully unbearable from his way of approach.

You didn’t reply, and you hoped he would leave you alone, but he stayed, eyes glued on you, as if he wanted you to know he was looking at you and wasn’t gonna back down though you had been ignoring him. You saw he tried to come up with another topic as he straightened his back, but before he could say anything, your phone rang.

"Hi, baby. Where are you?” Charles’ voice came on the other line.

"I am at a cafe near the hotel.” Your voice almost came out as a whisper.

"I got a few hours of break before P2. You want me to come pick you up?"

You wanted to stay longer, but not when there was a stranger who happened to sit at your table, staring at you with his fist clenched, as if he were ready to throw a punch at someone, so you said yes, though you didn’t actually want to bug him.

"Are you leaving?” He asked when you took your pens, which were scattered on the table. "Stay with me."

"Leave me alone!" You winced when he suddenly grabbed on your wrist.

"What is wrong with you?!” He had a wrathful voice, the same one you heard on the phone last week. You should have trusted your gut. Right after he sat by your side, you smelled a very distinctive smell, the same one from the elevator incident, but you tried to play it cool because you might be exaggerating to think that there was only one person in the room with the scent, but it was all connected when he raised his voice as he pulled you back on your seat.

"Let me go, or I’ll scream.” You went back, and he let go right away, but you didn’t miss the disgruntled look. It was the look that made you feel like he was capable of doing something more.

Charles brought you back to the paddock where you stayed in Ferrari’s hospitality, away in a place where no one could come in except if you were part of the invited guests or you worked for the team. You felt much safer in here, wishing for the rest of the week to pass by without any other scary encounters, but little did you know, there were a few pictures taken by someone when the man sat by your side.

Someone he had asked for help and came prepared with a camera.

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Like always, you would always arrive at the paddock with Charles early, as he had a busy day ahead with the media before the actual race. While your fiancé got caught up in his schedules, you had been spending time with Kika at the restaurant. She was Pierre’s girlfriend, and you had met her earlier this year when they both started dating. Though she wasn’t someone whom you would meet at least once a week, both of you would always be together every race week.

"I met a creepy guy last Friday.” You gave in. You wanted to keep it hidden and sealed in your little box and get it buried under the sand until it eventually faded away, but it was hard because until you shared it with someone else, it would keep on lingering in your head.

"Who?!" Kika’s eyes widened.

"I don’t know. I don’t want to assume things, but I felt like he was the same guy who had been following me back in Monaco.” You replied while tracing your fingers on your wrist, recalling the grip he had on you.

"Did Charles know?"

You looked at her perturbed face and bit your lips. That was enough of an answer for her, because she looked at you with incredulity. "I don’t want him to be worried about me."

"You are his fiancée. He’s always going to be worried about you, even when you tell him nothing.”

You heaved a sigh. "It’s okay. It will probably stop soon."

"What if it doesn’t?"

"It will." You reassured her. No, it was more like you tried to remove your own doubts that it would get better soon.

If only you knew what he had planned for you, you wouldn’t actually wait a second to tell Charles about this.

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When the whole catching up session came to an end, you were walking back to Ferrari’s hospitality when someone yanked on your arm and forced you to follow them somewhere secluded.

The small, narrow area in between the buildings.

"Scream then. I would love to hear you scream my name. Stay still!”

You squirmed in his grip, brows knitted together, trying to perceive his words. You didn’t have to get a clue from his scent now that you recognised his face. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, one that sent chills to your body even if you only caught a glance from it. The deep smile lines that developed around his cheeks when he smiled at you, the kind of smile that made you shiver. The way he looked at you was the same way as a lion salivating over a deer. You felt naked. He traced his tongue across your neck and you felt disgusted. He was so close, glued on your body that you could feel the way his chest rise within every breath he took and he was so, so calm.

Before you could do anything, he pushed you aside and walked away, mixing in with the rest of the strangers.

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"See you in a few hours, baby. Wish me luck?”Charles gave a cheery smile and engulfed you in a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you on the cheek. You had only seen him for a few minutes when he occasionally dropped by to pay you a visit in between his rests, and you were thankful because it was so short that you weren’t having a hard time trying to hide your shaken state, therefore it wouldn’t distract him from the race that was less than two hours away. "Good luck, honey. Come back to me in one piece. Promise?"

"Promise." He locked his pinky with yours and brushed his lips on your finger before leaving the room. "I love you."

Unknowingly, his phone had received two pictures from an anonymous number as soon as he handed his stuff to Andrea. One that would cost him the race if the text came a minute earlier.

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When the race ended, Charles was required to change into a much more comfortable outfit before the post-race press conference, and that was when he finally checked his phone. As soon as he saw the pictures, he felt paralysed. It was a picture of you with another man, seeming to be holding hands at a cafe, while the second one was a picture of you hugging the man, which seemed to take place before the race as you were wearing the same clothes. There weren’t any other texts that came along. No other clarification. It was just a clean snap and sent.

"Oh? Have you done with the press conference?" You looked up as he walked in, assuming that the scheduled plan ended earlier or it was postponed.

"Would you mind explaining this?" He handed you his phone, and the prominent cheek apple on your face vanished right away.

"Where did you get this?"

"Oh, so that’s much more important? The first thing you could think of was not what happened, not to clarify who the man was, but where I got it from." He was in such utter disbelief that he couldn’t form any other words and just let out a chuckle. "If you need time to come up with an explanation, then I’m giving you time.” He stormed out, leaving you unnerved.

After the press conference, he walked back into his room to take his stuff, and you sat there, feeling invisible because not only did he not say anything to you, he didn’t even spare you a glance.

You were on a call with your parent with no earphones or AirPods in. Though he wasn’t in the camera as he walked in, your mom saw it when you looked up from your iPad, your head moving left and right as if you were looking at someone behind the camera.

"Is Charles back, honey?” She asked.

“N — not yet, mom.” You glanced at him as he put his phone charger into a small bag and a few other things on the table while playing deaf.

"I haven’t talked to him for a while. Is he doing fine?"

"He is doing fine..” He then walked pass your side and left. There was no trace of him in the driver’s room anymore. All there was left was your stuff. Your hair clip, your phone, your jacket, and your handbag. Everything that belongs to you that you have yet to pack.

Since you had lied to your mom that Charles wasn’t finished with the press conference, she went on to talk about a different topic, seemingly to think that you were in no urgency to end the call while you, on the other hand, were so sure that Charles would have been at the hotel already. The only thing that stopped her from continuing her next topic was when you told him you were running out of battery.

"Bye, mom. I’ll get back to you later. Take care of yourself!”

"You too, darling.”

You pressed the end call button and made haste to gather your stuff right away, putting them all in your cute tote bag while your lipstick, lipgloss, and any small makeup products were in your small handbag. You had always been someone who could never do anything in a rush, and Charles was probably resting in the hotel room by now, so you didn’t see any point in chasing the time because you still needed to grab a cab.

That was what you thought until you opened the door and saw Charles standing outside, playing with his phone while he was leaning against the wall. He put his phone away when he saw you in the corner of his eyes and took a step closer to take the stuff you had in your hand.

"I thought you left..." You mumbled.

"I’m upset, but you are still my responsibility. I’m not leaving you here all alone.” Charles replied, yet it felt so distant. It was dry and monotone, which was enough to tell you that he wasn’t done yet with the issue. "Stay here." Just as he thought, you would always leave something behind no matter how many times you checked, so he always had to go into it again, regardless of how bothered he was. And there he saw, your hair clip on the couch and slipped it into his small bag before walking out, leaving you to chase after him.

"Did I leave anything?"

"No, you didn’t.” He couldn’t help but to grin a little when he saw your slight smile, feeling a little proud that you weren’t being careless this time without his help.

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As if the steaming hot water could wash away those burning feelings on your skin, you spent what felt like hours in the bathroom scrubbing every part of it without realising that it was reddened and irritated until you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt strong emotions towards resentment then you were afraid of him. It felt like you allowed him to have the upper hand for being too weak, and baulked at yourself for making it worse now that it entangled with your relationship with Charles.

When you were done with the last step of your skincare, you walked out of the bathroom to see that your phone and iPad were all connected to the charger. Charles must have checked them while you were in the shower, though he hasn’t been talking to you.

He was well dressed, standing in front of the mirror, and combed his fingers in between the curls of his hair while you remained seated on the bed, hugging your legs against your body.

"I don’t want to go." You muttered, breaking the cold air in the room.

He remained still, eyes still locked on his reflection, while you waited for his reply, which didn’t come.

You scooted a little further on the bed and tugged yourself under the cover. You didn’t have to look back to know he was already gone to the post-race party when you heard the door close. That was when the tears you had been holding in the whole day came rushing all at once, and you didn’t have to hold back every sob now that you were left alone.

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"Charles!" Pierre arrived at the lobby to see his friend alone, sitting in one of the fancy armchairs, with arms resting on his legs as he played with his phone. "Where’s Y/N?"

"She’s in the room.” Charles’ reply was short and stiff.

"Okay…? I smell a fight.” He replied, joining him. "Was this about the creepy man?"

Charles’ fingers stopped scrolling on his Instagram feed as he looked up at the other guy. "What creepy man are you talking about?"

Pierre’s mouth formed an ‘o’ when he got the slightest idea of what was the issue here just from the question. "She didn’t tell you?"

"She told me nothing, dude. Literally nothing. She probably think I was incapable of helping her.” He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Kika told me Y/N felt like someone had been following her. It could be the same guy she encountered back in Monaco.” Pierre grasped his friend’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I don’t think she’s not telling you had anything to with your incapability. She probably thought it was a right thing to do and wanted to figure it out on her own.”

If Pierre had the ability to see what was in Charles’ mind at the moment, he would have seen those lines from dots to dots of him trying to think of any correlation from what Pierre had told him with the way you were acting last week and the pictures he got from an anonymous number.

It couldn’t be from the same guy, right?

"Oh, there’s Kika. Wanna tag along?” Pierre stood up as his girlfriend joined the group.

"Oh, I’m not going to the party, actually.” Charles gave a smile and shook his head, declining the offer.

"Then what are you even doing here?”

"I’m waiting for my food delivery. Y/N hasn’t eaten anything.” He turned his phone back on and clicked on the food delivery apps to check the estimated time of arrival.

"What?" Pierre stared at his friend in disbelief. "You are waiting for your food delivery looking like that? Like, I get it, you are the Charles Leclerc, but you kind of went overboard. Just join us, dude."

He rolled his eyes and straightened his white shirt. He was indeed dressing up as if he were ready to get drunk, but you only told him you weren’t going at the very last minute, so his actual purpose of leaving the room was to order your favourite food and wait for it to be delivered down at the lobby. "I’m not going if Y/N’s not going. You know that. You two have fun."

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The sound of the door unlocked made you flinch in your bed. Charles walked in with a few paper bags in his hand, and you sat up in surprise, seeing him coming back only after an hour. He took off his watch, placing it back where it was before he left the room. "I thought you were asleep.” He blurted while rolling up his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows.

"You are not going to the party?” Your voice was small, a little quivering as you tried to hide your sobs.

"No.” He saw you wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, obviously lacking the courage to react or act on your true self in front of him after the disagreement. The tear-stained cheeks looked more obvious now that he sat down in front of you. Though it had only been a few hours since the argument, he felt like he hadn’t seen your beautiful face since forever. You felt his eyes on you as you sat up, giving him a tiny smile that you could master after you patted on your damp cheeks. The smile that gave his heart an ache, making him feel bad for blowing up on you like that. "Come here, baby."

When he pulled you in for a hug, you would have wished you hadn’t put on any skincare that night because another round of hot tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope your tears would stop while you clung to him.

"I’m sorry." You wept in his arms, choking up on your tears.

"It’s okay, baby. It’s okay." He ran his arms up and down your back as you cried in his arms for as long as you wanted, until your sobs ultimately subsided. "We are not talking about it tonight, okay? I know you don’t feel like telling me yet. It’s fine. And I don’t need you to cry again because,” He rested his hand on your chin. “your eyes are puffy enough.” He chuckled along with you before standing up to get the paper bags. “Let me show you what I got for dinner.”

You gasped at the huge amount of selection as he bought out one after another. The paper bag didn’t seem heavy as he walked in with it, so you weren’t expecting the table to be full of food. It could feast a group of people. "How did you get this? They don’t do delivery?”

"It wasn’t that hard.” He replied, taking the cutleries from the paper bag and handed a pair of fork and spoon to you. It was actually hard. He called the restaurant and he was denied at first. He had to arrange someone who could drive 40 minutes all the way to the restaurants and prepared a list of order on the side so it would be easier. Not to mention that he had to change the order a few times as some of them were not available. It was a whole workout he had down at the lobby.

Charles’s coming back to the hotel wasn’t in his plan. He had been standing near your room, thinking of a way to get you out of the room without looking suspicious on the surveillance camera, but the driver had to come back and ruin everything for him. It didn’t seem like the pictures he sent were enough to cause a storm in the relationship but that should be fine. He had a lot of things planned.

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Meant to Be (Pt 2/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

As luck would have it you no longer have the luxury of burying your feelings, however Dean is about as observant as a fish

@lacilou s idea I ran with

Bobby is also alive in this cause I said so

Why had you been such an idiot to not know your own heart? Maybe your aunt had been right all those times she'd teased you that your emotional status was closer to that of most men than most women.

You sat next to Sam in some backroad bar watching as Dean talked up the woman working the bar. She was gorgeous of course, leggy and blonde. Exactly Dean's type. You were beginning to think maybe you should find a new arrangement as far as hunting partners went. You'd been hanging tight with the boys for nearly a year and somewhere along those lines the feelings you'd once had for Dean had come crashing back and they were so much worse than a childhood crush.

You could pinpoint when it was. That damn banquet you'd been forced to sneak in to retrieve a dagger that would kill a Phoenix. The only thing in existence next to a bullet from the colt capable of doing so.

You fumbled with the zipper of the dress, trying to finish getting ready without enlisting either Sam or Dean for help. After twenty minutes of no luck you gave up and knocked on the adjoining door "Can one of you help me with this damn zipper?"

Your makeup was done, along with a decent looking updo. Times like this you almost wished there was another woman in the mix because Sam would be working to guide you and Dean past surveillance cameras and the invite that Bobby had somehow secured through one of his contacts had the name of Desmond Karaves with his wife Danika as his plus one.

You turned back to the mirror, trying again to get the zipper when the door between your room and theirs opened and Dean walked in. He was dressed in a dark blue three piece suit. You couldn't try to hide the fact that you were checking him out. He looked like he'd walked right off the cover of a magazine. No, he looked like a walking wet dream. "Damn Winchester. You clean up nice"

He'd smiled at your words "I can say the same for you Y/N. You look beautiful, I especially like the fact that your dress is one slip away" you felt your cheeks warm when you remembered your current predicament and why you'd called him into the room. "Oh shit. Yeah, will you zip me?" You turned with your back to him and heard him mutter under his breath "Most of the time I'm helping to take dresses off"

You felt a small flicker of jealousy, thinking of all the women he'd indeed helped out of their dresses over the years. Your mind wondered, feeling his fingertips brush your bare back lightly as he mindfully zipped the dress. The thought of those fingers trailing across your bare skin, his lips on yours....

You were brought out of your day dream by him tapping your shoulder "Well let me see now that you're all zipped considering you're my wife for the night" you plastered a smile onto your face and turned. He nodded approvingly then hollered through the door that was barely cracked open "Sammy!"

Sam popped his head into the room and his eyes widened "Damn Y/N! You look amazing" you smiled broadly at your friend "Thanks Sam" Dean tsked at that "Now dear I am your husband and didn't get that warm of a thank you" you shook your head with a laugh "Easy there Desmond"

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You'd ignored how it made you feel walking into the banquet with Dean's arm around your waist or how it felt when he'd pulled you onto the dancefloor, ignoring three other women that had been eyeing him. You told yourself it didn't mean anything, you were both playing a part.

After about an hour Sam had cleared the way with the cameras for the two of you to grab the dagger. It all had looked like clear sailing until you were almost out and a security guard had come walking up the long hallway. You'd panicked thinking you'd end up having to fight your way out or worse Dean get arrested again but he had another idea.

He'd whispered "Trust me" and before you could question it he had you pinned against the wall, one of your legs hooked up over his and his face buried in the crook of your neck where to anyone it would look like the two of you were rounding second base instead of stealing anything. You'd closed your eyes in an attempt to slow your heart rate but that must have sold it more because the security guard had just laughed "Um you two have to take that somewhere else"

Dean pulled back from you not before leaving a feather light kiss over your pulse point "I am so sorry sir but I mean look at her, could you blame me for not wanting to wait?"

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The whole way back to the motel your neck felt like it was on fire where Dean's lips had touched. Your brain knew it didn't mean anything, it sold the story. Your heart however as traitorous as it would refused logic.

You pushed it aside to get your head into the game but then you'd all taken a few blows during the hunt and Dean had gotten to your side before he even went to Sam's.

He had not only bandaged your wounds but he'd sat up most of the night to ensure you didn't have a concussion. You'd woke up to him laying next to you in the bed, his arm thrown over his face and he was half asleep.

Your heart was screaming but your mind knew it was just a matter of time until the pain rolled in and that pain came a few days later when Dean sent Sam to bunk with you for the night so he could have alone time with a waitress. The absolute worse thing was hearing her moan his name. That had hurt worse than any hit you'd ever taken on a hunt.

You were shaken free of your thoughts when Sam bumped your arm "Y/N! Are you listening to me?" You blinked a few times before shaking your head "No. Sorry" he gave you a small smile before following your line of sight "I said that theater we passed on the way into town has a late showing of that movie you wanted to see. Let's go"

You opened your mouth to argue but he was already off his stool and pulling yours back from the table "No arguing. I'm not letting you go back to the motel. I don't want to hear anything either" you glanced towards Dean once more to see the bartender smiling about something he was whispering in her ear "Double feature?" You asked quietly and Sam nodded "Double feature"

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Sam knew you probably better than you knew yourself. The banquet had shoved it down your throat that you still had feelings for Dean but he'd known before that. He'd always had some idea but when you'd ended up getting slashed by the hellhounds when they came after Dean it had concreted your feelings for him.

Then when Dean had stayed with Lisa that year, even when Sam didn't have a soul he could see how it hurt you. When purgatory came into play you never stopped looking for Dean, refusing to give up. You'd always been at their side. When him and Dean had falling outs you fixed them.

He couldn't imagine his life without you in it. You were his best friend and he hated seeing how much pain Dean put you in from being so damn unaware of the fact that the perfect match for him was staring him in the face.

He tucked one arm around your shoulder as you walked out the bar, hoping that way you wouldn't turn around to see Dean and the bartender kissing. He didn't know how much longer he could stay quiet, he refused to lose you or see you live in pain for much longer.

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #5 Kakashi (Naruto)

He had known about you since he was a child.

And at that time he absolutely hated you

How could someone so careless and utterly dimwitted be a shinobi?

You were constantly fumbling missions

You were never on time (actually getting lost on the way there)

And you could never take hints

It was a miracle you never died.

But as he grew older and everything with the 3rd Shinobi War, he sort of forgot about you.

He wouldn't run into you again until after he started teaching Team 7.

Naruto had pointed out a new squad's unusual training methods.

"Look at those weirdos! They're balancing an egg on their finger! And I thought you were weird Kakashi-Sensei. Ha! Their teacher must be insane!"

The boy wasn't wrong, it was odd, but that's more of a thought he should've kept to himself.

Especially since the squad heard him

One of them lost focus and dropped their egg.

The other gave up in favor of chewing Naruto out.

And the last kept their cool.

It was complete chaos.

"How dare you insult our sensei! I'll have you know they're one of the strongest Shinobi the Leaf has!"

"Yeah right! If they're so great why haven't I heard of them!?!"

"I haven't even told you their name yet you loudmouth!"

Kakashi was about the intervene, (trying not to cause a bigger scene) when the boy arguing with Naruto was hoisted up by a familiar figure.

"Ryuuuu~You know better than to pick a fight."

The boy lost all the fight in him and hung his head in shame.

"I know, but he was disrespecting your training."

And then Kakashi saw you in full.

That dimwitted kid he assumed would become nothing, was right in front of him.

You'd become a teacher and a Jonin.

And you still had that overly dopey look.

"Then you'll just have to prove him wrong, won't you?"

And it seems you actually matured.

He decided now would be the best time to re-indroduce himself.

He was curious to know just how the hell you got where you were.

"Y/n, long time no see."

And you gave him the blankest stare he's ever received in his life.

He felt a little self-conscious then because what if you had held a grudge for the way he treated you as a kid.

"I'm sorry??? Who are you???"

You didn't remember him??????

"Kakashi. We were acquaintances when we were kids. You were in Gai's squad right?"

Usually when people heard his name, it was immediate recognition.

But you continued to give him a blank stare for another two minutes before the dots finally connected.

"Oh...Ohhhhhh!"

Thanks goodness

"You're Gai's rival! The one he could never beat! How cool I get to meet you in the flesh!"

Kakashi was distraught because not only did you not remember him, but you only recalled him from Gai's stories.

But maybe it was a good thing you didn't remember him.

He could start fresh

And it would be nice to have someone to talk to that didn't constantly challenge him.

So he keeps finding ways to bump into you, just to take a peak inside that mind of yours

Realizes that no, you haven't outgrown your stupidity.

And it's not an act like his carefree facade

You still trip over nothing

You still have trouble deciphering secret documents

And you still can't find your way to meeting areas.

But unlike Kakashi's 'An old lady needed help' excuse, you just right out and say you got lost

And it catches him off guard everytime.

Your students adore you and after teaming up with your squad, he understands why

Whenever Naruto and Sasuke fight, he let's them sort it out themselves.

When your students fight, you make them perform such an outrageous act, that they forget what they're arguing about.

Instead of trying to one up each other over the smallest of mistakes, they actually work together because 'the faster we finish the mission, the more time we'll have to pick out a place to celebrate.'

But the one thing he still doesn't understand is how you became a Jonin.

Sure you were a great teacher, but you were still incredibly careless.

And then he finally sees your monster strength after the two of you had been ambushed on mission.

He didn't even have time to awaken his sharingan before you launched into action

There was no special jutusu's, no chakra based attacks, and no Kekkei genkai.

Just you downing enemy after enemy with Taijutsu

And he was so surprised, because you, the knuckle head idiot who even Obito could outsmart, had defeated about 30 Shinobi in less than 5 minutes

He understands clearly now how you got as far as you did

And it makes him feel a little guilty inside for the way he judged you

He seeks you out more frequently from then on, wanting to see what else you've been holding back.

But then he starts to notice the little things about you

Like how your socks are always mismatching

How when you can't read an important document, you have a student of yours read it out for you. (Those are secret for a reason dummy)

Or how whenever you see him, your eyes seem to light up a little more.

And goddamnit he's got a crush

He won't tell you for a long time

But there will be hints

He'll hold your hand in crowds because he's worried you'll wander off and get swept away

He'll request more missions with you even if it's a one man job

He'll take off his mask around you, knowing you won't make a big deal.

He'll be even later to meeting spots because he knows you got lost on the way and he wants to be the one to lead you there.

He doesn't tell you about his feelings for the longest time because he doesn't think he could take it if something happened to you.

If he let you into his life just to be taken away like everyone else.

But time and time again you prove your strength to him

And little by little his walls break down.

He's a sucker for romance as proven by his taste in books (not the Icha Icha novels 😭😭😭) so he'll try to confess using the traditional methods.

(we've got another one fellas)

Dinner dates, bringing you flowers, trying to woo you with his strength

But you never get the idea.

Not until he's ranting to Gai, the only other person closest to you, about his failures. Because at this point, he would take any help given.

He was already straining himself by being this forward, not used to being forced to confront his emotions.

"I just don't know what it's gonna take for Y/n to understand I like them."

And Gai sees you peaking over Kakashi's shoulder, with the other male not noticing you. And he gets a brilliant idea

"You like them?"

"You know what I mean."

"I don't believe I do rival. To understand one's own emotions, they must verbalize it to the world."

The copy ninja had never been so flustered.

Verbalize his feelings?

Not a chance

It was just too embarrassing.

But Gai's plan wasn't for Kakashi to take the bait. It was for you. And take the bait you did.

"I love you!" So proud and happy and everything pure.

And Kakashi jumped because he was completely unprepared for it.

He turns to face you red in the face, while you're beaming up at him.

No embarrassment.

No regret

Just you with nothing going on up top

Head empty

And he's so smitten he pulls you into a hug.

Not a kiss, his heart's not strong enough for that yet. It's something he'll need to build up on.

He's a total dork when it comes to romance so all his nicknames for you are the lovey-dovey ones

Calls you love, honey, sweetheart, baby, dear, darling

He introduces you to his ninken and they straight up prefer you over him. You always bring over treats for them and have the energy to play with them.

Kakashi doesn't get jealous, but he gets very insecure

When other women or men flirt with you, you don't realize it. But Kakashi does and he thinks you might prefer the advances of the other party more than him.

But then you're always walking away from the other person because you saw him start to sulk.

You find him and squish his cheeks going-

"Why are you sad. C'mon and smile for me my pretty boy."

And he's so 😍😍😍 because you called him pretty.

And then he's blushing real hard because you also called him yours.

It always gets him to forget about the other person and cement the idea that you chose him

He's also fiercely protective of you.

Yes you're strong and can handle yourself, but there's always a possibility you could be killed.

And that's enough of a reason for him to never let you take on a mission by yourself

If the wrong person were to use your stupidity to their advantage.......

You're never allowed to fight by yourself

Please don't go without supervision

He doesn't want to lose you 🥺🥺🥺

UP NEXT: Sebastian Michaelis

MASTERLIST

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #kakashi hatake #naruto shippuden #x reader #x y/n #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

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professionalsimpforgeorgeweasley · 1 month

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What They'll Say About Us

Ghosts That We Knew

"The ghost that we knew made us black and all blue but we'll live a long life. And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view." - Mumford and Sons

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: you look back on old times with Spencer leading all the way up to when you reunited with him after your falling out.

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, angst, allusions to toxic/abusive relationships, fighting, underage drinking, mentions of Spencer reids season 5 boyband hair 🤭, crying, let me know if I missed anything else!

What They'll Say About Us (Masterlist)

it wasnt always easy having a best friend like Spencer Reid, especially when the both of you were polar opposites. While Reid was busy attending Caltech at the age of sixteen you were on the cheer squad and attending parties at your local highschool. But even though you both were on different paths in life Spencer never failed to visit whenever he could.

One of the most vivid memories you have with Spencer was when he surprised you during a football game. You remember saying one of those cheesy cheer chants and making eye contact with Spencer in the bleachers. He hadn't told you he was coming to Vegas for the weekend so you were completely ecstatic. You wanted to run and hug him but you knew you would have to wait until the game was over.

And as soon as you could you gave into your temptations and ran straight to Spencer in the parking lot, you had practically tackled him and almost dropped all your things in the process.

"Spencer you didn't tell me you were coming to town!" You stared up at him while still engulfed in a hug, refusing to let go.

"I was planning on visiting my mom and I thought I would surprise you" he smiled. It always amazed you how much warmth you were able to find in his smile.

"I wish you would've told me, I would've cancelled my plans tonight." The realization hit you that you had promised you would go to a party with your boyfriend after the football game.

"That's fine I just wanted to see you before I headed home but I'm sure we could hangout later" his smile turned somber and you could tell he was disappointed but he would never say it. "I'll pick you up tomorrow yeah?"

"yeah" you answered but the honk of your boyfriends car behind you made you quickly jump away from Spencer. "I'm sorry I have to go now but I'll see you tomorrow." You said giving him one last hug before running to your boyfriends car. If you would've known then what you know now you would've cancelled your plans and left with Spencer that night. But back then you were too young and naive to sense the danger you were in.

Spencers phone had started ringing at around two in the morning. He was fully prepared to hang up what he only assumed was a spam call until he saw your name illuminate the screen. "Hello?"

"Spencer I need you to come pick me up." He could tell you had been crying and you sounded scared by the tone of your voice. "I-I don't know where I am but I just want to go home. Can you please just come get me."

He shot out of bed and threw on a hoodie as he grabbed his keys "I'm on my way can you try to tell me what you see so I can figure out where you're at? Do you see any street signs or anything?"

"I see a seven-eleven and I can see a street sign but it looks really blurry I can read it Spencer I'm sorry." You started sobbing into your phone and Spencer knew he had to find you soon.

After a few minutes later he turned down a random street and saw you standing there on the corner. You turned around immediately recognizing his car. You were wearing shorts with a halter top. Spencer noticed that your hair was messed up and your makeup was faded with only your running mascara being shown under your eyes and on your cheeks. You had clearly been walking around probably trying to find Spencer yourself.

He parked the car as quickly as he could and ran out to hold your stumbling figure. "What happened?"

"He hurt me Spencer." You were slurring your words. "He saw us together a-and he got drunk then he said I was a bad girlfriend and that I needed to show him that I could be a good one." You started crying yet again but Spencer just kept holding you "I told him I didn't want to, I told him I've never done that before but he didn't stop. I told him to stop Spencer but he just kept going. I was screaming and crying but he just wouldn't listen."

Those last words were all Spencer needed to figure out what had happened. As he held you in his arms he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his heart. Maybe if he had never surprised you this wouldn't have happened. Maybe it was all his fault. It was his fault you were hurt. He wasn't able to keep you safe.

He tried not to think about it too much as he tried to make sure you were okay and drove you back to his house. He had successfully gotten you inside, brushed your hair, wiped off your makeup, and changed you into some of his clothes to sleep in. After that weekend he left Las Vegas and never told you when he was visiting again. If it made your life easier he could live with communicating only through phone calls and texts.

The next time you saw him was at your wedding. You were both new agents at the FBI but in totally different departments. Spencer had joined the BAU while you joined the Sex Crimes unit. But you still hadn't seen him in person since you were both sixteen years old.

"Your oddly calm for somebody who is about to get married within the next hour." Your sister Ellie stated as she watched you adjust the straps of your dress.

You turned around to look her in the eyes. "Is it weird to not be excited or nervous or even be feeling anything?"

"Technically nervousness if your body's natural defense mechanism to your perception of what could be a dangerous situation. It's apart of your fight or flight reactions so no not being nervous isn't weird at all." Spencer explained as he popped his head out from behind the door.

"Spencer did mom let you up here?" Ellie asked surprised by his presence. "She has Y/N's room on total lockdown."

"Actually when I saw her she was near one of the groomsmen with a huge glass of wine in her hand so you might want to go check on her." He gave Ellie a tight lipped smile to which her expression dropped and she ran out of the room.

"I swear ever since dad passed that woman has no shame in public settings." You gigged after Ellie left.

"So Y/N are you sure your ready for this?"

You groaned at Spencer's words knowing exactly what he was trying to to imply. "Spencer I'm not doing this with you especially not today of all days."

"All I'm saying is this is a guy you've caught cheating on you multiple times. Are you sure your even going to really be happy with Matt or do you just like the idea of getting married and playing house?" You both sat in silence and you let his words fully sink in. "All I'm saying is if you wanted we could leave right now and you wouldn't have to explain anything to anybody."

"Spencer I love you so much and I know your just trying to help but I'm a grown woman and I got this you don't need to worry." You sighed "I just need you to be my best friend right now and walk me down that aisle."

He nodded at your words but his heart was slowly shattering. There was so many things he wanted to say to you but he decided that it was better to leave them unsaid. He was unable to keep you safe yet again and that just wasn't something he could live with.

"Hey Y/N they're ready for you guys to come down" One of your bridesmaids informed you though the door.

You and Spencer walked down to the venue in silence. The only time he spoke up when when you both reached the aisle to tell you that he thought you looked beautiful and he was happy for you. As you started to walk down the aisle you could only feel your heart racing. Part of you wished you could just walk with Spencer forever because as soon as you reached the end of the aisle and let go of him you realized that you were also letting go of a part of yourself.

The priests words started to blur in your head until he asked if anyone had any objections to your marriage and you watched Spencer stand up and walk away from his seat.

"I'm sorry I'll be right back." You said before running after him. Your fiancee Matt tried to grab your arm but you just pulled away and kept going.

"Spencer what the hell is wrong with you? We're you really just gonna get up and walk away and expect me to not say or do anything about it!" You screamed as you chased after him.

"Y/N I can't sit there and watch you marry that guy knowing that your not happy but you can't even admit it to yourself! It's my job to protect you and I can't stand the fact that I can't do that right now!" You had never heard Spencer raise his voice until now.

"Spencer you can't keep carrying around whatever guilt you have about what happened when we were sixteen! Either you can suck it up and deal with the fact that I'm happy and I don't need saving or you can leave and don't bother talking to me again." You felt tears wanting to fall down your face but you weren't about to give Spencer that satisfaction of crying.

Without anymore words Spencer walked away leaving you broken. You wished you would've just been brave enough to tell him the truth that you weren't happy and that you should've left with him earlier but you were too scared.

You had a bittersweet feeling in your stomach as you said I do. Now you were trapped with no savior in sight because you had just sent him away forever not knowing if you would ever see him again.

"So you've been with Sex Crimes for the past seven years?" Agent Hotchner questioned.

"Yes sir"

"Your file is quite impressive and I think you could be a great addition to the team." Agent Hotchner beamed at you after setting down your file. "How do you feel about starting immediately? We were just given a case that we need to go debrief."

"I'm ready whenever you need me" you smiled feeling the need to be a people pleaser when it came to this new job. Hotch quickly led you out of his office and into the debriefing room where you were greeted by a flock of new faces none of which were that of Spencer Reid. You were scared when you had been offered a job at the BAU, worried about seeing Spencer again after all these years. But now it was very clear that you had just taken his spot on the team and that was perfectly fine with you.

"Everyone this is Agent Y/L/N and she will be joining the team." Hotch announced before you both took your seats. "Y/N these are Agents Morgan, Jareau, Prentiss, Rossi, and Garcia"

The blonde woman next to gave you a warm smile "You can call me JJ. If you don't mind me asking how old are you, you seem very young"

"I'm twenty nine." It was intimidating having coworkers that were older than you, you couldn't imagine how Spencer had felt when he first joined the team.

"Looks like pretty boy isn't the youngest member of the team anymore." The guy who assumed was Morgan chuckled next to you. You found yourself puzzled by who he was referring to when he said pretty boy.

Hotch looked behind you clearly confused. "Speaking of Reid has anyone seen him today? We're just waiting on him to start this debrief." Oh.

"Honestly he's been acting funny ever since he got that boyband haircut." Agent Prentiss said as she muffled a laugh across from you.

And just as if he was waiting for his queue Spencer walked in. He looked older now, slightly more handsome. And Prentiss wasn't joking about the boyband haircut, to be frank you would be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive. You had so many feelings running through you it was overwhelming.

"What the hell are you doing here." He deadpanned as soon as his gaze met yours.

"I'm a member of this team now Spencer." You tried to keep your composure but it was hard considering you hadn't seen or spoken to him in seven years.

"Hotch could I speak to you privately." Spencer completely ignored your words. To this Hotch nodded as they walked to his office together.

"So what's the deal with you and Spencer because I have never seen him act that way." Rossi questioned.

"Well we sort of grew up together and then when I was in highschool there was an incident and Spencer blamed himself and we didn't see each other for years until my wedding where we had a fight and we haven't spoken in seven years." It was weird to explain to a bunch of strangers but these people made you feel oddly comfortable.

But there was something strange about the look Gracia had given you. A look of sadness and understanding. You had heard about her technological skills before and you had no doubt that she was currently taking the time to search through your personal information. After all you would probably do the same thing if you could. You also had no doubt in your mind that she had seen the police file from what happened that weekend and read that part where you explained how Spencer picked you up after that party.

Spencer and Hotch had walked back in pulling you out of your thoughts. The nasty look that Spencer gave you as you sat down made you feel so small and you were starting to wonder whether taking this job was the right choice or not.

A/N: this one was definitely a lot to unpack. There might be some grammar and spelling mistakes and I sincerely apologize if there are. I didn't go into too much detail about the readers sexual assault and I don't think I ever will because it is not something I've experienced first hand and I would hate to insult people who actually have by accident. My heart goes out to survivors of sexual assault and if you have experienced sexual assault don't be afraid to report and ask for help. I hope y'all enjoyed this and I'll see you guys at the next part.

#my writing #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #mgg #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds x reader

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sevenpoyo · 9 months

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school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

#miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #margo kess x reader #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr my beloved #atsv x reader #atsv spoilers #spider byte x reader #the prowler x reader #42 miles morales x reader

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Spiders and Confessions

Prince!Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 1.3k (Things Clearing got out of hand)

Warnings: Best Friends to Lovers trope, Sleeping in the same space but not the same bed (they’re scouting together so near a campfire), Violence and a bit of blood warning (killing spiders), Fluff perhaps. If I forgot any please let me know!

“You know, I believe we should’ve brought more people” You breathed out trying to keep up with Thranduil's long strides. You two left early that morning to see if the spottings of spiders and orcs were true. Thranduil believed that as the Prince, he should check it out and save his father from worrying about doing it.

Although he told his father that he was merely checking out how the wild animals were doing and would be back in the morning. “You could’ve stayed behind you know, I could’ve just checked by myself. I’m more than capable” He answered. “And have my Best friend eaten by something, no way! Only you deal with my antics” You scoffed. “Those are rumors, there's no danger besides wild animals in these forests.” He replied. “What if it isn't?” you asked. He turned around quickly and stopped.

“What are you implying? That we can’t keep our forests safe?” He spat. You gave him a look of pure shock, he never snaps at you, and it seems he even notices this. “Sorry, I can see that it’s getting to my father and stressing him. I don’t want to believe that spiders or orcs are here.” He vented. “I don’t blame you, it’s concerning to all of us. None of us want to believe that spiders or orcs are coming into these forests,” you say. “I don’t believe that spiders are coming here. They have no re-” You cut him off by shushing him.

You both look around and hear a slight tapping noise. You both pull out your swords and look around listening carefully. As you turn around in time, you see a giant spider lunging towards you both. You stab it in the head and it screeches as another one comes. You hear a screech behind you realizing that these are after the prince as well. You kill two more and start to kill another one.

Until one comes straight for you and before you can react it smacks you across the clearing right into a tree. You drop your swords from the impact and turn over. You groan in pain and start standing back up realizing your head is now bleeding. You grab one of your daggers and throw it into the spider's skull killing it. You then pick your swords back up and kill the rest of them alongside Thranduil.

You both look around listening intensely to see if you hear any more spiders or anything else coming to get you. As you both decide nothing else is around, you turn around to see if Thranduil is okay but, as you turn around the prince is already in front of you looking at your head. “I’m Fine” you assure him. “Bleeding is hardly fine, when will you ever take care of yourself?” He replies. You start to reply before realizing he is correct. You cannot remember the last time you had even slept properly or took care of yourself after a battle.

“I can take care of myself!” You gasp. “Never said you couldn’t I said you don’t. Now let’s leave here and settle somewhere so I can make sure you’re okay.” He replies. You nod and start following him. You started blushing slightly at the closeness that just happened and hoped he didn’t see it. After walking for about 5 minutes you both decide to settle down in a small clearing with dirt instead of grass. On the way to finding a place to settle you both picked up sticks and rocks to later make a campfire so you both could see.

The cold wasn’t an issue as it was spring in Greenwood. “Hopefully it doesn’t rain” you jest. “Now why would you go and jinx it, if it rains you will be my umbrella now.” He joked. “Says the one who’s taller than me” You snickered. “Shortie” He chuckled. You gasped and smacked his arm. “I may be shorter than you but that still doesn’t mean I cannot Fight you” You added. He started laughing as you joined in. He started to get the fire lit, after it was started he walked over to you and started checking your head wound. “You’re Lucky it's a little wound,” he says as he grabs something out of a pouch on this tunic and puts a band-aid on your head. “What would you do without me” He jokes and you laugh along.

You grabbed both blankets that you and him packed and wrapped them both around you for the softness. “Stop hogging all the blankets.” He chuckled as he went over and grabbed one from you. “Hey, you don’t even need it! You can have the fire if you get cold!” You replied. “Never said I would be using it 'cause I was cold” He shrugged. You groaned and as you both were trying to make the fire a bit bigger, you decided to tease Thranduil. “Do you snore? Please tell me you don’t snore. It would make it impossible to sleep” you jest. “Me? You should be worried about yourself snoring.” He jokes. He starts to mimick you snoring and you both start laughing.

You both talk as the sun sets and hours after, talking about anything and everything. Most of the things you did talk about were total nonsense. “I am going to go to sleep, try not to be too loud, impossible task I know” You joked as you settled to your side of the campfire with Thranduil being on the other. “Ha ha very funny” He replies. You settle down and cover up before the fire becomes a blur and you fall asleep.

Thranduil couldn’t seem to sleep, paranoid that more spiders would come. He couldn’t get out of his head that you could’ve died and he never told you his feelings. His father was aware of his affections but, he wasn’t thrilled it wasn’t someone with a royal title. He let it be realizing Thranduil was stubborn and wouldn’t just let it go. The more Thranduil thought about it, the more he didn’t like the thought of you being too far.

Even if it was across the campfire that made it an obstacle to get across before getting to protect you. He decided to move to that side and just blame him for moving on the campfire dying out. You were woken up by someone poking you. “Hey,” Thranduil says as he's poking you, “Move over”. “What?” You asked as you swatted him away trying to fall back asleep. “Move over” he replied and continued to poke you until you moved over. “Why? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping on the other side?” you questioned. “The fire is dying out and I’m cold.” You were sleepy and didn’t realize that elves can’t be cold. You groaned and shuffled over enough for him to sit down next to you. He was thankful that you didn’t question the cold part as he heard it when he said it.

In the morning, you woke up and noticed Thranduil looking at you. “Morning sleepy head,” He says. “Did you not sleep?” you asked. “Couldn’t, you fell asleep easily though,” he replied. “Sleep is important you know,” you responded. “I am not judging you, you slept like a baby,” he says. You scoff and were about to reply before he added “It was kinda cute”. This caused you to let out a squeak and start blushing. After a few seconds, you hear him chuckle. “Thanks for the teasing,” you say. “It’s called flirting believe it or not” He laughs causing you to blush more. “I’m not that bad am I?” He asked. “Could be better” you chuckled. “Well, perhaps if you go out with me, it will improve.” He says and smirks.

You stare at him in disbelief for a moment before replying, “I do like you Thranduil but, I don't know.” He looks at you for a moment, “Why not? Everyone already believes we are dating” He responds. “What about the king?” You ask, “He’ll be okay with it trust me” he answered. You started smiling and replied “Alright, If I must” You joked.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #thranduil #the hobbit #friends to lovers #fluff #one shot #thranduil x you #mirkwood #thranduil oropherion

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melloeyed · 11 months

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Double Trouble (Pt. 3)

Johnathan Ohnn (The Spot) X GN Reader

“You’re so reckless!”

“And you’re a geek!”

“Oh, now your bringing up the name-calling? Real mature!”

“What part of ‘less talking, more fighting’ didn’t you understand?!”

“I don’t think sidekicks are supposed to give out orders, Y/N.”

“Johnathan, I never agreed to being the god damn sidekick!”

“Yes you did! You said so last month!”

“I said, ‘perhaps’! That doesn’t mean yes!”

“Well, you should’ve been more specific!”

“And you should’ve been less talkative when we were with Spider-Man!”

“And you should’ve been less brash when we were fighting him!”

Y/N and Spot huffed as they dangled in the air, still trapped in the spider web and portals. Y/N still struggles against the sticky web, wiggling frantically to loosen the robes, but still no avail. Spot sighs and looks back at them. “Can you stop that? Your wiggling is clearly not working.” He sighs. Y/N growls in defeat as they stop. “Oh my God, this sucks! We’ve been up here for 5 hours!” They shouted.

“We’ve been up here for 2 minutes.” Spot said, blankly.

“Whatever!”

A long silence passes by as the defeated duo stood there, tied up in their frustrations and spider webs. Y/N couldn’t believe this was actually happening. First, a humiliating attempt of robbing a freaking ATM. Then, Spider-Man being an arrogant ass while The Spot attempts to battle him in the fist weakest way possible, and now this?! Being tied up in these damn spider webs and trapped by the Spot’s own portals?!

Y/N swore they could never more livid. They were just about to try wiggling again, but they remembered what Spot said a few minutes ago. They huff in disbelief as they turn their head towards him. “Are you seriously giving up right now?” They asked, “We’re quitting just like that?!”

“Of course not!” Spot groaned, “I’m trying to think and I can’t do that with you yelling!”

“I’m just mad, okay?! You know how I get when I’m angry!” Y/N shouted.

“Look, I’m just as mad as you are, but I’m not over here throwing a tantrum, now am I?”

“That’s because you’re smart, Johnathan!”

“What the hell does that-…just calm down, okay?”

“Hmph!”

Spot sighs in content after Y/N calms down and remains still. He glances at them before turning his head back around, continuing to focus. He certainly wish his plan should’ve at least worked a bit, but like he promised, he’s not quitting.

As Spot pieces together a plan, his thoughts are interrupted when he hears Y/N exhale softly through their nose. He turns around, preparing to scold them once again, but then hesitates. Y/N’s head was down and tilted sideways with their shoulders dropped low. Spot couldn’t see their face, but he could definitely tell that their eyes were softly shut with their eyebrows creased. It didn’t take a genius for Spot to know that something was on their mind.

It made his heart ache.

“What’s wrong?” Spot asked, calmly.

“I just-!” Y/N began angrily, but then they instantly stop themself, calming down. They take a deep breath.

“I’m just angry.” They said more calmly, “I already told you that.”

“No, no, no, no.” Spot began, “I know you’re angry. But I know how you get when you’re this angry. So come on, tell me.”

Y/N stutters, trying to find an excuse for not tell him, but instantly sighs in defeat. They blink a couple of times in a nervous manner.

“It’s just…” They sighed, “The plan didn’t work at all. We tried so hard, but…it just didn’t work.”

“So what if it didn’t? We’re not quitting are we?” Spot replied. “No!” Y/N replied softly. They wiggled their shoulders in discomfort as they look down sheepishly. Spot looks back at them in confusion. “I have a feeling that’s not the reason why your really mad.” He said, skeptically. Y/N sighed in annoyance. “You’re a scientist, Johnny. Not my therapist.” They groaned. “No, but I am your partner. So just tell me.” He replied.

Y/N sighs rolling their tied shoulders in preparation as they clear their throat, staring blankly at the sky.

“It was the way Spider-Man was acting towards us.” They said.

Spot looks at the side of Y/N’s face as they turned their head to him. He could see the hurt in their eyes as they glanced at him. With the amount of time that the duo have known each other, it was nothing new for Spot to see Y/N like this.

True, it was blatantly obvious that Y/N had a chaotic personality with a fond taste for violence. But the real thing about them is they were very emotional. That was one of the many things that he liked about them. Even though Spot had no problems talking to them about their feelings, Y/N disliked every second of it.

But, even though they didn’t like it…

Y/N would always respect Spot’s wishes.

“Please continue.” Spot said. “It’s the way that he was ignoring us while we were clearly trying to fight him.” Y/N replied, “He barely looked at us and…do I have to keep saying this?”

“Yes.” Spot replied, “Like I said, I’m concerned for your well-being and you’re my sidekick! Am I not allowed to look out for your feelings?”

“Look. I appreciate you looking out for me, but can we at least talk about this later?” Y/N asked.

“Y/N…” Spot warned.

Y/N’s dots began to shift across their body as a faint blush grew on their pale cheeks. They began to have a feeling that this was practically one of the worst days of their lives. They tried their best not to make the dots on their body glow, so they won’t harm Spot. This day was probably more worse than the incident that happened a year ago.

But we can’t be too sure about that.

“Alright…fine.” Y/N sighed. “…I really hate Spider-Man for how he treated us back there. They way he…he clearly didn’t care about what we could do to him! The way he reacted to how our skin looked! But that’s not what’s important…”

Spot looks at them in sympathy and curiosity after their statement. Before he could say anything, Y/N looks back at him. “Look, I’m sorry about how I acted back there.” They said. “I should’ve stayed put and followed your lead.”

“It’s alright-“

“No, seriously! I feel like an ass for punching you in the face back there. I swear I’m gonna kill Spider-Man for that…”

Spot sighed and then chuckled. “Y’know, for someone who loves chaos, I can’t help but admire how emotional you can be sometimes.” He said.

“Johnny, I’m serious. He was going to hurt you and I just…” Y/N trailed off.

Spot faces back forward and slightly drops his shoulders. And awkward silence fills the air as he quietly clears his throat. “Well, you were only doing your job. As a sidekick, that is.” He began. Y/N remains silent. Spot sighs in embarrassment. His first idea was to cheer his friend and sidekick up with words of atonement! But sadly, it didn’t work. “Plus, our powers are pretty much sloppy and unstable, you know?” He pressed on. Y/N still remains silent.

“And this is only our first time acting on our lives of crime! The beginning of our villainy! A-And our first time isn’t always gonna be our best time…right?” Spot quoted.

Y/N turns their head towards him. Spot turns his head to them.

“I guess…” They said, sadly.

Spot could feel the guilt building in his chest as he stared at Y/N’s guilt-ridden dot eyes. Random thoughts run through his head as he comes to a sudden realization. As reckless and hysterical Y/N was, they had a good point about fighting Spider-Man. If he wasn’t so busy talking to Spider-Man and focused on fighting, he would’ve landed a few good blows on him and somewhat succeeded.

Y/N felt the same guilt when they glanced at Spot’s face. Even if his face was completely blank, they could definitely tell that he had a ashamed look on his face. Y/N finally realized. As over-reckoning and meek Spot was, he had a good point about talking to Spider-Man. If Y/N wasn’t so busy trying to fight Spider-Man, they would’ve helped Spot finish his speech to Spider-Man and somewhat succeeded.

Spot and Y/N quickly turn their heads away from each other in embarrassment. They both blush in shame as the realization of their own actions caught up with them.

They were both in the wrong. And they felt bad for that.

“I’m sorry.” Spot and Y/N said at the same time.

They both flinch in shock and look at other again.

“You are? For what?!” They both said at the same time again.

Apologetic babbling overlapped as the two both tried to explain their reasoning, until Spot finally spoke up, breaking the noise.

“You were right about the fighting back there! If I would’ve stopped talking, we would’ve beat him! This is my fault!” Spot exclaimed.

“No, no, no, no. You were the one who was right! If I wasn’t so impatient and angry, we would’ve talked some sense into Spider-Man and won sooner! So, it’s my fault!” Y/N exclaimed.

“None of this would’ve ever happened if I teleported the cashier away like you said! So, it’s my fault!”

“Hey, I’m the one who apologized first! Plus, I literally socked you in the face with my signature Polka-Dot Punch attack and messed things up when you had everything under control! So, it’s my fault!”

“No, this is all my fault!”

“No, this is my fault!”

“No, it’s my fault!”

Here the two were, once again. Bickering back and forth about the dumbest things, like the two silly dorks they were. Insisting to take the blame for their goofy little acts of crime and their common slip ups. After the longest minute of their life, their quotes of insistence of taking the blame for the failed mission slowly turned into…

…the two aggressively complimenting each other.

Trying to convince one another to not take the blame, they both try to spoil each other with the sweetest sayings in the most aggressive way, until one finally breaks and let’s the other take the fault. Now, isn’t that just cute!

“You’re so strong and fearless!” Spot spat, aggressively.

“And you’re so wise and cute!” Y/N spat back, angrily.

“Oh, look at you just complimenting me and all that! Real sweet!”

“What part of ‘you’re so damn precious’ didn’t you understand?!”

“I don’t think angels are supposed to give out compliments, Y/N.”

“Johnathan, I never expected such a handsome angel like you to be partners with me! I don’t deserve you!”

“Yes you do! You deserve the entire universe!”

“I said you’re the angel! That doesn’t mean you should be with me! You deserve more than the universe.”

“Well, you are so effortlessly perfect!”

“And your so effortlessly amazing!”

“I swear to God I love you so much!”

“I love you more, damnit!”

“I love so goddamn much, Y/N!”

“I fucking love you too, Johnny!”

How romantic.

After running out of compliments, the duo sit there in silence once again, out of breath after all the shouting that they’ve done. At this rate, they had nothing else to do or say other than think. They recollected themselves in their minds, while recalling everything they’ve been through today.

They went to a convenient store wearing the most dumbest disguises possible and failed to rob an ATM. Then, Spider-Man shows up and battles them while basically disrespecting the two by being too busy looking at his phone. End up getting trapped in a gainer artificial spider web acquainted with Spot’s portals. And then 2 minutes later, Y/N and him instantly argue about whose fault it is, talk about their feelings, argue once again about taking the blame, and then aggressively comment about how much they love each other.

After a long silence, Spot and Y/N begin to laugh. As frustrating as this day has been, they could both at least admit that it was a bit funny.

After all, nothing seemed to be so bad as long as they had each other around. Y/N stops laughing along with Spot.

“My God,” Y/N laughed, “Did we really just go through that?”

“Yeah. I had no clue that our day would end up like this.” Spot said, giggling at the end. “But still, we’re not quitting, are we?” Y/N cautiously asked.

“No. We’re not.” Spot replied, softly.

Although it wasn’t visible, Y/N smiled gently with Spot following suit. “I guess this wasn’t so bad after all.” Y/N said. “I mean, we’re just trapped in a stupid spider web for only 8 hours, so no biggie!”

“It’s been 4 minutes, Y/N.”

“Oh.”

Spot and Y/N look around themselves, trying to find a way to break free of the sticky webs. “So are you ready to try again?” Spot asked. “Yep! Ready when you are!” Y/N replied, enthusiastically. Spot smiles fondly at them, as he pieces together a plan.

“So how do we get out of here?” Y/N asked, looking towards him. He hums under his breath as he looks at Y/N and his left hands, tied up together in one portal. He then realizes that their left hands are pointing towards the center of the web where their upper bodies were tied up together. And idea comes to his head.

“Ok, Y/N. Can you try to summon some dots on your left hand to burn the webs around us?” He asked. “Where’s our left hands?” They asked. Spot gestures his head to Y/N’s right. “On your right!” He said. Y/N looks and prepares their left hand, pointing out their index finger.

The multicolored dots on Y/N left hand began to shift and glow brighter every second. The dots gather towards the end of their index finger like the blobs of a glowing lava lamp.

Glowing brighter than ever, Y/N prepares to fire, only to hesitate. “Johnathan, this might sting a little.” They said, cautiously. “It’s alright,” He replied, “Just do it.”

Y/N nods before shooting out a thin glowing ray of rainbow dots out of their finger. The frenzy mixture of colors touch the nearest web, making an innocent popping sound as the ropes begin to melt like butter spreading across the web.

The duo are finally set free the webs tied to their upper bodies melt off. Spot slightly hisses in pain as the hot liquid sticks to his upper arm. Pulling their arms out of the small portals, Spot closes them as the duo fall through the largest portal in the center, crashing on the ground.

“We did it!” Y/N cheered. “Hey, Johnny are you alright?”

Spot sits up and gives a thumbs up. “Yeah, I’m alright! Good work, Y/N.” He said.

He quickly stands up and helps Y/N up. After standing up, the duo hold hands as they look at each other and nod.

“So,” Y/N asked, “What happens now?”

“We’ll try to rob another ATM machine.” Spot answered.

“And this time, we try to do it right.”

@moanutt

#across the spiderverse #funny #the spot x reader #spot x reader #chaotic duo #gender neutral reader #gn reader #the spot spiderverse #the reader has powers #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn x reader

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issdisgrace · 11 months

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Could you do one of Asa with a Dominant male reader? Possibly even throwing in a bit of bondage. I just want to see this wall of a man crying while he’s getting dicked down.

REWARD FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR

WARNINGS: Fluff, smut, collaring, Asa is autistic fight me, also Asa is a good boy that sings like a canary in the bedroom

Today was a normal day, for the most part. Asa had gone to the hotel and would be back before dinner with my family. I tidy up and made sure to put away all the things that would hint that mine and Asa's relationship was far from a normal one. Asa was a man of power and control everywhere else, but here in our home, I was the one with the power and control. It was nice to see over the years of being with Asa just how things changed. He was once a very closed off and stiff man, but as time went on, that man was slowly replaced with a more relaxed and open man. It was a long time to get Asa to this point, but it was worth it. I wish he would be more like the man I know behind close doors with others like my family. In the 7 years of our relationship and our 3 years of marriage, I don’t think Asa has said more than an essay worth of stuff to my family. My family’s still not sure about Asa despite us being together for 7 years. Now that Asa’s in a good spot emotionally, I have hopes that this dinner will open a new door and my family will see just how good Asa is. At 5:30 I started dinner. Asa will be home any minute and my family arriving at 6. While I’m preparing the vegetables, I hear Asa come home.

“I’m in the kitchen, love.” I call out. I hear his soft footsteps as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Hello.”

“Hi, Asa. How was the hotel?”

“Good, I got to get a couple of things, but I was going to go out tomorrow and get what I need.”

“I’ll go with you. I have to pick up a couple of things. While we’re out, we can try that cafe that opened last week.”

“Sounds good.”

“Oh, I got you something. It came in the mail earlier.”

“What have I told you about spoiling me?”

“Asa, you are my husband. I can spoil you all I want. Wait here and let me go get it.” I leave my spot at the counter and walk into the living room and grab the box off the coffee table. I make my way back to the kitchen to find Asa making himself a cup of tea.

“Here love.” I say and hand it to him. I watch him closely as he opens it. He examines it, slight shock written on his face.

“This is like 30 different types of Scarabaeus beetles, how?”

“I know some people.”

“How much did it cost?”

“That is none of your concern, love. Now you got to go get ready. My family will be here in a bit.”

“Ok, I love you and thanks for this.”

“No problem, Asa, I love you too.” I give him a kiss before sending him off. I go back to cooking and before I know it, there’s a knock on the door. I answer the door and there is my mom, dad, younger brother, and my younger sister.

“Come on in dinners about ready.”

“Where’s that husband of yours?” Dad asks.

“Upstairs, I got him a new piece, so he’s probably putting it away.”

“That’s sweet.” Mom says.

“You know you spend too much on that excuse of a husband.” Dad says.

“Dad, Asa is not a bad man, nor is he a terrible husband. It’s just he’s not used to other people.”

“Huh? Sounds like you're making an excuse.” He says.

“F/n leave poor Asa alone. I know he’s a good boy and if he wasn’t, I would let him marry y/n.” Mom speaks up.

“Well, I’m still mad he went to you, not me, to ask for y/n’s blessing.”

“Dad, remember he didn’t have a good relationship with his father.” My brother b/n speaks up. My dad grumbles.

“Alright everyone stop, we are going to have a good dinner. You are going to be nice to my husband and not make any snarky comments, ok. Now you guys go have a seat in the living room and I’ll go get Asa.”

“I want to see Asa.” The s/n days. She loves him.

“Alright, let’s go get Asa.” She follows me up the stairs and into Asa’s office. Asa is in a pair of black slacks, gray turtleneck, black dress shoes. He looks lovely as always. He is bent over his collection, examining each and everyone making sure they are all placed correctly.

“Asa.” The s/n cries out and runs to hug him. Asa turns around just in time to be engulfed in the hug.

“S/n, how have you been doing?” He says, looking down at her.

“I was good, except b/n almost set the house on fire the other day.”

“Does mom and dad know?” I ask, mildly concerned.

“No, and please don’t tell mom and dad. They will never let us stay home by ourselves ever again.”

“Ok, but next time I won’t be so generous.”

“Thanks, so Asa y/n said he got you new bugs what did you get.” One reason S/n and Asa get along is because S/n also likes bugs. S/n pulls away from Asa and lets him show her the scarab beetles.

“You guys come down when you're done. Dinner will be done is 15 minutes.”

“Ok, we’ll be down soon.” I leave them with a smile, knowing they will geek out over the beatles together.

TIME SKIP AFTER DINNER

My family just left and S/n managed to convince Asa to take her to work sometime so she can see the bugs there. Asa had been more open and talkative and it was nice to see him so relaxed. I can definitely tell that my father was suspicious about this change of behavior, but the rest of the family didn’t care and took the change happily. It was time to wind down for the night, but I felt Asa needed a treat for being so good. I walk up behind Asa as he brushes his teeth and wraps my arms around his waist, placing my head on his shoulder.

“You need something.”

“No.” I say as I slowly slide my hand down his torso and into his pants.

“Please don’t tease.”

“Since you asked so nicely, I won’t, but how about you get out of these clothes and I give you a reward?”

I pull away from Asa and walk back into the bedroom. I go over to the trunk where we keep our toys and get a collar out. I turn around to see Asa coming out of the bathroom naked, like I asked. He’s always a good boy.

“Come here, love.” Asa walks off to me, his cock swaying slightly. I couldn’t help put lick my lips. He always looks so delicious. Once he was in reach, I pull him in. I place the collar around his neck and lock it into place.

“Since you did so well at dinner, you get to decide your reward, so what will it be?”

“Can we cuddle and could you also play with me?”

“Aww, you're so cute. Of course.” I gently lead Asa to the bed.

“Get comfortable, love.” While Asa gets comfortable, I strip off my clothes. Joining Asa in bed, I pull the man into me. I slither my hand down to Asa’s cock and slowly start to tug on it.

“Come on, let me hear those pretty little noises. You know how much I like them. “

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, sir, make me cum.”

“Oh, I will just have patience.” I speed up my pace and start to mark Asa’s neck. Asa’s moans filling the room. Another thing I loved about Asa is that when we are in the bedroom, he sings like a canary. His sounds are just so addicting. I made him sing and sing as I jerk him off. It only took 5 minutes max of me playing with him for him to come to his high.

“Please, I’m close, sir. Let me cum.”

“Aww love, go ahead, cum for me. Cum for your sir.”

#asa emory #slasher #asa emory x male reader #asa emory x reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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A Proposal pt.1

Pairing- Ronal x Texpram!reader

Summary- After being banished by your own clan someone finds you and brings you to a new start, hopefully.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Warnings- mention of a dagger, I had to made Tonowari 💀 so sorry for my Tono luvers lmk if I missed something Texpram Clan info creds to Anon who thought of the series

i'awn fitsenge- Stay here

A baby. It all started with a baby. Four short years ago you found a baby, she was light blue, a fin like tail, and beautiful eyes that looked like the ocean it was a Metkayina baby. You looked so long for anything that connected with the babes parent, nothing. And you knew if you took her back to your clan they would kill her and you couldn't have that. So you did the only intelligent thing you could think of, you hid her and raised her as yours, fed her, clothed her, and named her she was yours. It worked until it didn't.

A week ago some woman from your tribe walked into your home asking from help with something but then she saw you playing with Reyna, your daughter. She snatched you both by your arm, ''Get off of my daughter.'' You said catching everyones attention especially Va'ru the clan leader. And thats how you found yourself banished along with your dragon and daughter floating in the middle of the vast ocean and your mind drifted back every so often to the day you were kicked. ''That is not a Texpram baby you have brought shame to our clan bringing this beast into our home.'' Va'ru hissed. ''Leave and never come back.'' Was all he said turning his nose up at you, no one looked at you or even talked to you as you straddled Serci and rode off from the only home you've ever known.

It had been about 5 days since you left and there was nothing, litterally nothing around you but water. That was until you heard a faint, ''Hello!'' in the back ground. Your daughters ears perched up and smiled waving the strange person over. You put your finger over her mouth, quickly grabbing your dagger you had in your bag and clutched your child. The person, well girl reached you and looked at Serci in astonishment guess shes never seen a dragon. You observed her she looked like Reyna so she was Metkayina. It seemed she was observing you as well, just not as hostile. ''Hi my name is Tsireya what's yours.'' The girl introducted herself she seemed nice, but things weren't always as they seem.

''Oh my name is Reyna and this is my mommy Y/-'' Cut off by you doing a small hiss she sighed. ''You are her mom.'' She asked kind of confused at the physical diffrence of you both. ''Yes her adopted mother.'' You explained she shook her head in understandment. ''So where you guys headed?'' Tsireya asked. Your eyes averted from her, hand begining to shake, 'shit shit come on think.' You thought but your thoughts of cluttered excuses came to a stop by the small voice of your daughter.

'We were banished because my mommys clan didn't like me and now she is trying to find us a home.'' Reyna blurted out with a smile after one tooth missing in the front. You saw worry consume the girl, why?

''How about you guys come home with me, my mother is the clan leader if you explain your situation she will let you stay.'' Tsireya said. ''No-'' cut off by her. ''We will not harm you, we are a peaceful clan.'' She reassured you. You shake your head yes, but you can not fight your instinct to be ready for a fight.

You followed behind her, cautiously.

It only took you around forty minutes to get to a beautiful island, the Awa'atlu village you read about it in an old scroll. When you came into veiw of others you heard a scream making you clutch Reyna closer. Tsireya pulled Sersi to a opening nothing was in. Getting off and helping Reyna you spoke to Serci, ''i'awn fitsenge.'' You told her touching her forehead. Blinking her eyes slowly was her way of saying okay. She laid her head into the water leaving her nose afloat. A woman and a group a few steps behind her, they seemed to respect her surrounded you and Tsireya . ''Who are these people" The woman spoke eyeing you up and down. "A texpram.'' The woman spoke almost confused to Tsireya guessing that was her mother.

''Yes mother this is Reyna and um.'' Forget you didn't tell her your name. ''Y/N.'' You said tightly gripping the childs hand. ''They were banished because Y/N was raising her child and they have no where to go please mother let them stay.'' Tsireya asks her mother. Ronal looked at the child and then at you as if she was debating whether or not.

It was quiet, to quiet. ''Fine they will stay but,'' she began and Tsireya squealed in happiness. ''You will teach her I do not have time to teach someone with the knowlegde of a baby.'' She said rather reluctantly and then she turned her back leaving. Fixing to say something but the feeling of Reyna pulling your hand held you back, sometimes she knows her mother a little bit to much.

And now you and your daughter were learning the way of water taught by Tsireya, her brother Ao'nung and some of their freinds, Kiri, Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Tuk were thier names. They all loved you and Reyna. The adored Serci always asking to ride her and you always saying no. You were also happy that Reyna was free to live her life and not just a night when your clan was asleep. Telling them about all kinds of things you've done, about all the markings and scars on your body. And as they taught you the way of water you taught them the way of fire. How to use it to create, not destroy, to light, not to burn.

And every so often Tsireya would catch her mom looking at you with a glint in her eye, the only other time that happened was with her father.

''Goodnight Y/N!'' The children yelled at you even though they were five feet from your mauri. ''Goodnight.'' You said softly closing your door. The sully children skipped to their parents and Ao'nung decided to spend the night with one of his freinds. Tsireya turned around and saw her mother looking at you, once again. Most of the time she would just let her mom be content with staring at you, but tonight will be different she'll talk with her mother.

Closing the makeshift door you made for her and a few others Tsireya turned around to Ronal. "Mother I have a question." Tsireya began, "Yes." Ronal answers hesitantly. "Do you like Y/N? Like like her?" Tsireya asks with a small smile. She could see the question caught her mom off guard.

"I- I don't like her she is an inconvenience for the clan and she acts like a child when she is in the ocean I couldn't like her she- she is-is." Ronal was trying to pick you apart in her head to find something she could hate but she couldn't. "Mother you do not have to lie to me, I know you miss father I do to." Tsireya says tears brimming her eyes at the distant memory of her father. "But I see how you look at Y/N like she is the only one in the world that matters, and not to mention she is good with kids." Tsireya said small smile now a huge grin. "That is quite enough, I do not wish to talk about this anymore." Ronal said leaving to her corner of the pod leaving a defeated Tsireya to simmer in her thoughts.

Ronal laid down tossing and turning thoughts filled with you and it angered her. Tsireya was right, But,

She couldn't love you, could she?

#avatar x reader fluff #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar #ronal x you #ronal x reader #ronal avatar #ronal awotw #ronal is my wife

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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/missvelvetsstuff/719658565357420544/i-have-a-request-please-if-its-open

Thank you so much for taking my request.

So Steve and the reader met while he was on the run and he fell in love with her and Thanos blipped the people but she was there for him no matter what

He proposed to her before they got married Scott lang showed up and etc

Steve saw Peggy and started acting weird with the reader and after returning the stones he came back old asf😭

But the reader had a surprise for him (a pregnancy) what he wanted all those 5 years he spent with her and she got mad and he argued back saying he deserved after everything he did for the people😭 so she didn’t tell him about the baby and left

After a few months she was at the grocery store and ran into Bucky and his eyes were on her swollen belly and she saw the look on his face and said “yes it’s his baby” on the way to his apartment the thousands questions on his mind “did Steve knew his girl was pregnant? Why would he leave her? If i was him I would’ve never left her. Okay stop she is /was your best friend’s girl but he left her someone he once kissed.

There was a lot going on Bucky’s mind, so decided to locate her and find where she lives so he did find her and she was shocked to see it was bucky on the door

So he demand to help her and they became closer and more comfortable around each other and ofc Bucky told Sam about the situation and Sam told the old Steve 😤 and Steve tried contacting her but couldn’t but Sam told him where she lives and he saw his Best Friend and best girl kissing while she was carrying his baby he got mad and possessive/obsessive so he went back and came back younger you know take what was his before he got selfish and left🙄

You can add more angst I wanna cry😭

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your request. It took me a minute to flesh it all out and it'll be 5-6 chapters. Hope you like it.

This story was getting too long for me to manage so I've broken it up into chapters and will be posting each when I finish editing. I'm almost done writing so it should be posted by the end of the week. It's been a minute since I saw Civil War so please forgive me if I mess up any details.

Apparently I'm unable to write short blurbs or drabbles, sorry.

As always reader is female and above average height.

Hope y'all enjoy.

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

1. Meeting

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N had watched the news about the Avengers fight in Germany. All the anchors calling it a 'civil war' but she was in NYC in 2012 and saw the aliens trying to invade. She knew that the world was less safe with the Avengers fighting amongst themselves.

After losing her brother in the Battle of New York she felt her mortality acutely so quit her office job, packed up her apartment and put everything in storage and left to see the world. She had no other family or close friends to keep her in the states and yearned for something different. At this point she had seen most of Europe but lingered in Ireland, entranced by its beauty and the wonderful people.

The bar in Dublin where she was working was quiet with only a couple of customers, typical for suppertime in the middle of the week, so she worked on inventory and organizing the storage room to make room for tomorrows delivery.

The bell rang and she went up to the front to see who was there. It was a couple, the man was taller than her and took off his cap as he walked in. He had broad shoulders and a tight t-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and he walked to the furthest corner booth, facing the door.

The woman, pretty with blonde hair, came up to the bar "4 shots of whiskey and 2 pints of Guinness." and handed her a bill "keep the change"

Y/N nodded "Thank you. I'm Y/N if you need anything else."

Y/N knew who they were even with their attempted disguises but she certainly wasn't going to help any crooked government catch some of the Avengers so kept her mouth shut.

The next night the captain returned with another man who was black and had an easy smile, obviously the Falcon. He came up to the bar to order their drinks and flirted a little with her.

This kept up for a few weeks. Always the Captain but he had a few companions that seemed to be on a rotation, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch and a tall slender blonde man that Y/N couldn't place. Black Widow hadn't returned since the first night.

One night the Captain finally took off his sunglasses and smiled at her which made her knees weak and stomach flip, he was beautiful. Every night after that he graced her with that smile. She wanted so badly to talk to him, outside of drink orders and thanks, but didn't want to intrude.

Then she saw something on the news about them being sighted outside of Dublin and they stopped coming in. She hoped they could avoid the authorities. When the pub was slow she daydreamed about the Captain coming back to sweep her off her feet in some grand romantic gesture and she would go on the run with him.

She laughed at herself for her childish fantasies but figured they weren't hurting anyone. It wasn't like she had men, or women, knocking down the door to her apartment above the pub.

A couple of months passed uneventfully and life stayed predictable. Until the Captain came back in by himself. She felt her heart speed up, butterflies swarming her stomach and a tingle in her core.

She smiled at him "Evening. Would you like your usual or are you feeling adventurous?"

He looked at her, right into her soul and smiled, making her feel faint. "I'll take a pint and..." He paused awkwardly and she waited patiently "and, your, uh your number?"

Y/N laughed and the Captain felt his heart clench, he hadn't seen anyone like her since...

"Are you sure? You don't seem like-"

He interrupted her, almost shouting "NO!" Realizing how loud he was he spoke softly, giving her a chill, when he said "I mean yes, definitely yes" and looked at her hopefully.

"How could any girl refuse a request like that?" and took his offered phone to put her number in, naming herself 'Barmaid'.

His grin grew until he realized something "You don't have an Irish accent. Where are you from?"

She laughed lightly "It's called an Irish brogue and I keep hoping it'll rub off on me but no such luck. It's been almost 2 years and some of my regulars tease that even an Irish brogue can't overpower a New Yawk accent."

"New York? Whereabouts? Brooklyn here."

She smiled knowingly at him "I already knew that, learned about you in school. I wrote a term paper about your friend Bucky Barnes."

Steve blushed and chuckled "When did you realize who I was?"

"The first time you came in with Natasha Romanoff, you were pretty easy to recognize. Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I've always been on your side."

Steve looked at her seriously "Not always on my side if you wrote a report about Bucky." He teased.

"I seem to recall you always being on the same side. I noticed you never bring him in, is he ok?"

Steve nodded, touched by her warmth and concern "Yeah, he's uh somewhere safe, getting help to get rid of the Hydra programming."

She smiled "I'm glad he's being cared for. What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

He sighed "Not many opportunities for that on the road. I'm more concerned about my friends, if we were caught....."

He left off and looked at his hands, not wanting to contemplate that possibility.

Y/N reached out to touch his cheek gently, smiling when he leaned into her hand, and pulled his face up to look at her. "You'll be in just as much trouble as they will." She cupped his other cheek "You need to take care of yourself too."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her soft touch. Feeling sparks where her skin touched his, a stirring in his groin making a small moan slip out. When he realized it, his eyes snapped open and looked into hers.

His eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the bar before he leaned forward until his lips brushed hers, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N could feel her heart racing, was Captain America really kissing her in a pub in Ireland? She moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiled into the kiss and teased her lips with his tongue which she accepted and the kiss intensified until they were both out of breath.

Steve pulled back, smiling "I've been wanting to do that since the first night I came in."

She tskd him "And we've been wasting all this time? For shame Captain."

He leaned in to kiss her again before she put a finger on his lips. "I'm actually still on the clock but closing in an hour. If you want to hang out until I'm done, we can get some food and eat at my place." She asked holding her breath. She hadn't taken many men home since she stopped here but how could she not.

His grin grew and he blushed bright red as he nodded "Yes, absolutely."

They spent that night talking, getting to know each other in between making out and discovering each other's bodies.

The next few weeks they spent as much time together as possible, both dreading the time when he would have to move on.

One night a month after they first kissed, Steve came later than usual and she could tell he had something on his mind.

After she gave him his drink he grabbed her hand and looked at her sadly. She knew before he said anything. "You have to go, don't you?"

He tried to keep the tears in his eyes from falling and couldn't find the words so just nodded. After a few minutes he composed himself and spoke softly "I'm so sorry. I never meant. I can't find the words."

She nodded sympathetically and held his hand "I know Steve it's alright."

"No" he shook his head "It's not alright. None of this situation is alright but my time with you has been the only real peace I've had in, well ever really."

He pulled his hand away and stood suddenly "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll try to come back soon."

She stood up and went up the stairs. When she came back she was on her phone. She finished her call and looked at Steve with a smile on her face, then grabbed his hand, a backpack in the other hand "So let's go."

Chapter 2

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #the wrong one

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Exile | Bob Floyd x Reader x Jake Seresin

word count: 1744

warnings: arguing, fist fight, blood, angst

song pairing: Exile - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y’all! This is part 2 of Wildest Dreams. The parts after this one will be divided by character since there’s an ending with Bob and an ending with Hangman. To try to simplify it, I will link under exile the parts corresponding to each character in my masterlist. Hope y’all enjoy and that this isn't too confusing! Don’t forget to like and reblog and thank you for liking and reblogging the past ones!!!

I can see you standing, honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

As Jake lowered you to the ground, Bob’s eyes scanned your every move. You felt your cheeks burning red and your heart was going a million miles per hour. The look on your face was one of a deer caught in headlights.

“Bob? What are you doing here?” you muttered as you walked toward him. His car parked on the other side of the street which explained why you didn’t notice him when driving into the neighborhood.

“We need to talk. Unless you’re too busy.” He breathed out as he glared at Jake. You watch his fists ball up as Jake comes to stand behind you.

“What is there to talk about Bob?” You ask coyly.

His blue eyes piercing through yours so harshly make you feel small. Then he flickers his eyes to Jake with such hatred that you could only guess he already knows somethings up.

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

“You know I begged to end my assignment early to come back to you?” He says, shaking his head. “I’ve asked about you for weeks since you can’t bother to respond to my calls. Just to come back and find you shacking up with fucking Hangman.”

His fists balling up as your jaw tenses when he mentions Jake. Your mind is going at a million miles an hour. Unable to form a coherent thought before Bob speaks again.

“Nothing? Really, Peach? It hasn’t even been two months.” He spat and then raised his finger to point at Jake as he growled “And you, I thought you were better than that. I defended you to Rooster when you blabbed about his father and the second I’m gone you steal my girlfriend?”

I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

“She’s not your girlfriend.” Responded Jake who had now moved to stand beside you. A fist instantly connecting to his face before he could react.

“BOB! STOP! GET OFF OF HIM!” you yelled as him and Jake were trading punches now on the ground. “PLEASE STOP!” you begged as you tried to pull them away which resulted in someone’s fist connecting with your cheek.

You yelped in pain as your hand rose to your throbbing cheek and both men stopped fighting and turned to look at you with concern. “Are you alright?” said Jake as he cupped your face and examined your cheek. “I’m fine” you whispered, pushing his hands off your face and stepping back.

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

“Both of you need to leave,” you snapped as you headed for the front door. Bob and Jake on your tail as you grabbed for your keys.

“I’m so sorry Peach, please hear me out. Please” begged Bob who was standing right behind you as you unlocked the door. Turning around you eyed his bloody face, noticing Jake standing not too far behind him with a bloody nose. “I think you’ve talked enough today Bob.” You say as his eyes plead for you to let him in and talk. “Y/N please” he begged, it was the first time he used your name in a long time.

Jake watched you both intently. Waiting to see what you’d do. You wanted so badly to ice your cheek that would be for sure bruised by the end of the day. But neither men budged as you looked between them.

“You have 5 minutes. No more. Now go inside and clean your face,” you told Bob exasperated at the position you were now in. He nodded and you stepped aside to let him in. Jake’s eyes watching in disbelief.

You stepped outside and shut the front door behind you as you made your way to where Jake was standing. “Listen, I need to talk to him. I don’t want things to get worse. I’ll call you, I promise.” you whispered, grabbing hold of his hand to get him to look at you. “I don’t think you should talk to him, Peach. All he’ll do is hurt you.” he replied harshly. “That’s not for you to decide, Jake.” you uttered as he let go of your hand.

His head shaking in disappointment as he turned away from you and walked to his truck. You walked backwards towards your door, watching him peel out of the driveway and then you turned around to reach for the doorknob only to find Bob standing in front of you instead. Pushing past him you make your way inside and notice the bag of frozen peas he placed on the table for your cheek.

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

“What’s going on between you and Hangman?” asked Bob as you pressed the bag of peas to your cheek. Wincing at the coolness of it and the question he asked.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Bob. We’re not together anymore.”

“He’s our teammate, Peach and I thought my friend too.”

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

“It’s none of your business, Bob. If that’s all you came to say then I suggest you leave.” You reply in annoyance. The pain on your cheek worsens by the second making you shut your eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks, hurrying towards you as you sit on the couch. “It's just my cheek. It’s nothing”

“It’s not nothing. I’m really sorry, Peach. I don't know what came over me. He had that smug look on his face and I couldn't stop myself.”

We always walked a very thin line

You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)

You couldn’t continue this conversation. Not without talking to Jake first. “I can’t do this right now. Please leave.” You pleaded as the pain on your cheek increased with every word you uttered and the knot in your stomach had you on the verge of throwing up.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, as he got up to walk to the door. Flashbacks of the night you confessed you liked him surfacing as he turned to look at you when his hand grabbed the doorknob.

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

Your tears spilled as soon as he stepped out and shut the door. What the hell had you done? Your ex-boyfriend and best friend? or whatever Jake and you were, now caught up in this mess.

The water in the shower was ice cold as you stepped in. But you didn’t care. Jake didn't answer your calls. On one hand it wasn't Bob’s business what was going on between you and Jake but if you didn’t tell him you knew he’d ask someone else from the squad and then everyone would want to know. The indecision came to a halt as your phone rang on the sink.

But it wasn’t Jake or Bob. It was Nat. Which only could mean Bob had already told her. “Hello?” you said weakly as you pressed answer. “What the hell is going on, Peach? Bob’s face is all beat up and he won’t talk to anyone.” she said as you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you.

“I don’t want to talk about it Nat. I need to go.” you replied trying to hurry off the phone. “Bullshit. If you don’t tell me now, I’ll be at your house in 5” she replied, clearly displeased with your answer. “Guess I’ll see you then.” you said, ending the call and heading to your room to get dressed since you didn’t doubt Nat would be here soon.

—

Nat sat across from you on the couch just as Bob did hours earlier. Eying the bruise on your face that you assured her wasn’t from Bob when she first came in. Truthfully you didn’t know which one of the men was responsible for it.

“Nat, please promise me that anything we talk about is strictly between us. You cannot tell Bob or Rooster or anyone else.” You said, breaking the silence. “I promise,” she replied.

“Okay, so as you know Jake has been around a lot since me and Bob broke up.” you started and went on to tell her everything that happened up until earlier today. The shock on her face was understandable. Squirming in your seat you looked away as the silence was very uncomfortable.

“Peach, I don’t even know what to say.” she said after digesting everything. “I don’t know what to do Nat. On one hand I know I don't need to tell Bob because it isn’t his business but whatever I choose it’ll hurt both of them.” you respond realizing you’d have to pick between them and either choice will affect the entire dynamic of the friend group.

“I think you need to tell Bob.” she says and raises her hand to signal you to stop and listen as you shake your head. “Whatever you decide to do you need to be honest because it’s going to come out one way or the other. It’s better if he hears it from you.” She finishes and looks at you waiting to see what you think. “Maybe you’re right” you whisper in response, looking at anything but her.

Your mind is still split on what to do as she heads out the door. You’re thankful that you at least spoke with someone but you still have no idea what to do.

Checking your phone one last time before you try to sleep, you notice that Jake still hasn’t responded and that Bob texted to apologize once again.

Tomorrow was going to be a very long day.

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#top gun fandom #bob floyd x reader #jake seresin x reader #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #Spotify

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gingerjunhan · 2 months

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try hard - kwak jiseok

☆彡 I’ve had this idea since I started this account. I’m glad it finally got to see the light. Thank you all for your patience; I hope you enjoy <3

synopsis: you’ve been head-over-heels for Gunil for a while now, but what happens when Jiseok finds an extravagant way to try and tell you how he feels?

based on 5 Seconds of Summer’s song Try Hard

word count: 2,365 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: angst | cws: one sided pining, no happy ending, member-on-member jealousy, swearing, lmk if I missed something!

Jiseok flopped down on his bed and let out a sigh. Practice today felt so much longer than usual. Maybe it was the pressure of their upcoming stage performance, or maybe it was his poor sleep schedule. Either way, Jiseok felt like he was fighting hard to keep his eyes open. All he wanted was to fall asleep right here, right now- half strewn across his bed in the clothes that he wore to the studio. The only thing that kept him awake, however, was his stomach. Hyeongjun was supposed to start making dinner once everybody got home. If Jiseok wasn’t so tired, he would’ve offered to help.

Eventually, the sound of laughter and the scent of whatever Hyeongjun was cooking danced their way into Jiseok’s room, pulling him out of his sleepy haze. There was a voice he didn’t quite recognize- it definitely wasn’t one of his bandmates. Listening through his walls wasn’t solving his mystery, so Jiseok reluctantly rose to his feet and made his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, there he is,” Seungmin announced to the group as Jiseok shuffled through the doorway. “We were just going to come get you for dinner. We thought you fell asleep.”

“Not yet,” Jiseok huffed. “Too hungry.”

“Well the food’s ready. Grab a plate.”

After serving himself, Jiseok made his way to the dinner table and found an extra seat across from his.

“Hey, Jiseok,” you greeted.

“(Y/N), hey. I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner tonight.”

You nodded happily. “Gunil told me he was feeling a little stressed about your upcoming performance, so I thought I’d stop by and try to help him relax.”

Jiseok nodded understandingly. You and Gunil had just recently started dating, and Jiseok wasn’t sure how to take it. He never told Gunil, but he had developed feelings for you a while ago. You and Jiseok had known each other for a long time; he was even the one who introduced you to Gunil. So when you and Gunil started going out, there was nothing Jiseok could do other than be happy for you. He had lost his chance fair and square, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous. “What’s got you so stressed, Gunil?” He decided to ask.

“Well,” Gunil sighed. “Shortly after leaving practice, our manager called to tell us that our stage time was upped by five minutes- which is great! However, our manager thinks it would be smart to have us perform a new cover for publicity. The performance is now less than a week away and we don’t have any ideas, so start throwing some out.”

“5 Seconds of Summer!” Jooyeon suggested instantly. Jungsu rolled his eyes.

“We can’t always cover 5 Seconds of Summer just because you have a man-crush on Luke Hemmings.”

“C’mon!” He insisted. “It’s a song I’ve really been wanting to cover, and I think we would do great!”

“What’s it called?” Gunil asked.

“Try Hard. It’s an older song, but it’s so good. They never perform it, so I think it would be fun to give it a try!”

“Okay,” Gunil shook his head, sounding slightly defeated. “We can keep that one in mind- play it for us after dinner. We can keep thinking of more ideas.”

As dinner progressed, a few more ideas were tossed around for covers. Paramore, DAY6, Muse- but nothing seemed to stick. Once dinner finally ended, Jooyeon got his chance to introduce the group to the song he had in mind. His excitement was evident as everyone listened along.

Jiseok listened intently- trying to ignore the way Jooyeon was serenading the group along with the song. He glanced over at you, and you seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as Jooyeon was. At this point, you had begun to bob your head along with the song, really getting into it. Jiseok didn’t miss the way that Gunil was looking at you; his eyes twinkling a little bit as he watched you jam alongside Jooyeon.

The song has a good guitar track, that was for sure. At the very least, it would be fun to perform. Nothing about the song really struck Jiseok too deeply until the second verse rolled around.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers. She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.”

The pain that ran through Jiseok’s chest was almost tangible, striking him like an arrow. His eyes went wide and for a second he swears he started to hold his breath.

“Let’s do it,” he spoke out loud, not thinking about the timing of his comment. Luckily, nobody really seemed to notice. Jooyeon looked over, excited that someone was hearing him out.

“You really want to?” His smile was evident.

“Yeah. It’s a good song and it seems fun to play. Plus, I know you won’t get off our asses if we pick something else.”

Jungsu chuckled, “He has a point.”

Jooyeon’s eyes lit up as he looked at Gunil. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know… haven’t we already played like, three 5 Seconds of Summer songs?”

“Oh, c’mon, Gunil. This song is good!” You coaxed. “What would one more cover hurt? Besides, Villains would love it.”

Gunil let out a sigh, clearly having been won over by your opinion. “Alright, fine. I’ll talk to our manager first thing in the morning. Tomorrow we start working on arrangements.”

Everybody nodded their heads or made some sort of verbal agreement. Jiseok, on the other hand, was lost in thought as he continued to listen. He thought about the way you giggled at everything Gunil said and the way you couldn’t see how Gunil looked at you when you spoke to someone else. It was sickening. Once the song ended, Jiseok calmly slipped away from the others and back into his bedroom, the sound of your laughter fading out as he closed the door behind him.

☆

The next day, the practice room practically buzzed with the amount of work that was going on. Some of the guys were trying to find arrangements for the new cover, Gunil had been breaking into a new set of drumheads, and Jiseok was pretty sure Seungmin was about to break Jooyeon.

“Jooyeon if you don’t stop touching my stuff I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“I’m just grabbing my water!”

“Well then get your shit away from my shit!”

“Gunil!” Jooyeon called out like a child, “Seungmin is threatening me!” The group all looked back to their drummer, who was caught up with something on his phone. After a second, Gunil looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

Seungmin laughed. “Looks like somebody is too busy texting to save you,” Seungmin snuck up behind Jooyeon, grabbing his sides, causing Jooyeon to yell. It was now Gunil’s turn to laugh.

“Sorry, (Y/N) asked me a question. But, I’m good. No more distractions.”

Jiseok laughed to himself, knowing that would soon be proven to be a lie.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungsu intervened, “They’re just messing around.”

Gunil sighed lightly. “Guys, come on. We don’t have the time to be goofing off. We’ve gotta be getting everything finalized for this stage or else management is gonna kill us.” The younger boys let out a group of collective sighs, returning to their instruments and getting back to work. Jiseok put the strap of his guitar back over his shoulders, taking a second to peak back at Gunil again, catching him as he picked up his phone again, laughing to himself and sending another text with a slight blush on his cheeks.

Jiseok scoffed quietly to himself, “What happened to no more distractions?” He shook his head with a sigh, turning back to his sheet music. Jungsu looked his way.

“You alright?”

Jiseok’s attention snapped over to Jungsu. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he responded rather unconvincingly.

“Okay,” Jungsu said with a soft smile. “You just… seem a little stressed, so I thought I’d check in.”

“Thanks.” Jiseok gave Jungsu a tight-lipped smile before turning away again.

☆

The day of their performance had finally come around, and the guys were all backstage doing their typical pre-show rituals. Seungmin had a small set of weights in each hand, Hyeongjun was tuning his guitars, and Jiseok watched from a distance as Gunil giggled into his phone over some sort of phone call. Jiseok took a long, shaky breath to try and steady his nerves, but when Gunil got off the phone and came trotting up to him, he had to act fast to find his usual happy facade.

“Jiseok!” Gunil called cheerfully. “(Y/N) called me to say ‘good luck,’ but they wanted me to tell you good luck as well,” he smiled. Jiseok fought his hardest to return the gesture and make it look genuine.

“Thanks,” he said simply.

“They’ll be right in the front,” Gunil continued, “I think they’re on your side of the stage too. Just letting you know so you know to look out for them!” With that, Gunil skipped off to start prepping for the performance.

Jiseok sat and thought about the way this performance was going to go. The cover was right at the end, and Jiseok could feel the seed of jealousy planting itself into his stomach as a plan formed in his head. He smirked to himself at the thought. Would it be petty? Absolutely, but Jiseok couldn’t stand this feeling anymore. He sat and played with his hands, cracking his knuckles and twiddling his thumbs, which finally led to Jungsu chiming in from his seat nearby.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but I advise that you stop,” Jungsu said simply, his voice steady and stern. Jiseok furrowed his eyebrows, giving him a confused look.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Jungsu got up from his seat, making his way over to Jiseok, his voice low. “Ever since the two of them got together, you obviously haven’t been happy about it. Gunil may be blind to your jealousy, but I’m not.” Jiseok looked up at Jungsu with wide eyes. “I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time,” Jungsu continued, “so I advise that you get over yourself before you cause any problems.” Jungsu gave Jiseok one final side eye before a stage manager came to collect the group of men to start setting up for their performance. Jiseok watched Jungsu walk away, knowing deep down that he was right. However, the seed had been planted, the jealousy had already taken root, and Jiseok couldn’t help but seethe as he picked up his guitar, pulled a pick from his pocket, and walked onto stage.

The performance had been going as expected: bright lights, loud fans, and that same energy that Jiseok always feels while performing that he still can’t find the right words to describe. He had located you in the crowd about halfway through their opening number, your bright smile and cute outfit making you stand out against everyone else in his eyes. Upon seeing you, he smiled as well, feeling his jealousy wither away into a feeling of fondness. You waved at him from the crowd, and it took everything in him not to let go of his guitar and wave back.

Finally, their set was about to close, and Jiseok felt the dark vines of his master plan creep back into his chest again. It was simple, but he hoped it would portray the message he needed it to. From his drumkit, Gunil counts the song in, and the band takes off with their cover. Jiseok watches as you dance along in the pit, and he can feel himself fighting an internal battle with his usual stage presence to keep it together. Jooyeon carried the song with a smile, clearly in his element while singing along. As the song progressed, Jiseok’s turn at the mic was coming up, and he knew it was all or nothing. He dropped his guitar completely, putting both hands on the mic and looking at you as the verse he quickly claimed dibs on a practice a few days ago made its way to the speakers.

“She’s got a rose tattoo, but she keeps it covered. I play guitar, but she’s into drummers.” At this, Jiseok watches as you smile wide, aiming your gaze towards the back of the stage, ignoring him almost completely. “She’s seen my face around, but she doesn’t even know my name.” At that, Jiseok picks up his guitar again, performing the rest of the song on autopilot as he realizes that his attempt to grab your attention and tell you how he feels was nothing short of futile. Soon enough, the performance ends, the show is over, and Jiseok floats home- his autopilot keeping him moving.

☆

“That performance was great!!” You squeal as you pull Gunil into a tight embrace, holding him close and kissing his cheek once the seven of you made your way back to the dorm. Of course Gunil had to invite you over, and of course Jiseok had to sit and watch as you hung all over him. This was just what he needed. Jiseok fought to keep his breathing steady when someone yelling his name caught his attention.

“Jiseok!” Seungmin yelled.

“What?!” Jiseok yelled in response, sounding a little more angry than he should have.

“I asked if you wanted a drink. Jesus, I’ve only called your name, like, three times.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. Jiseok waved him off.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered shortly. Seungmin looked over him.

“What’s got you all worked up?”

Jiseok opened his mouth to answer and then quickly snapped his mouth closed again. He could hear you and Gunil laughing together from the other side of the room. He quickly glanced over at Jungsu, who was already giving him a stern look. “Nothing,” he finally answers. “Nothing is wrong.” Jiseok stood from his chair, looking to Jungsu again. “I’m going to bed.”

For a split second, Jungsu’s eyes turned sympathetic. “Good night, Jiseok.”

He nodded slightly, his voice soft. “Good night, Jungsu.”

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