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bradshawssugarbaby · 6 months

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Career Day Crush - Bob Floyd x Teacher!OC

A/N: I was inspired to write this while prepping pictures of pilots for my class at work today and now, here we are, taking on two multipart fics at once.

pairing: Bob Floyd x Teacher!OC (can easily swap her name for a y/n situation)

warnings/content: Bob being awkward and cute, Hangman's son being just like Hangman, Hangman as a dad, secondhand embarrassment.

word count: 1.8k

“Alright, class, can we all thank Sadie’s dad for coming in to talk to us about being a firefighter? What an interesting career choice we could make!” You forced a smile as you politely clapped your hands for your guest speaker, the crowd of 7 year olds in front of you following suit, clapping and smiling as they chattered about how cool Sadie’s dad was for driving a fire truck.

You looked down at your agenda for the day and read the hastily handwritten list you’d prepared for yourself earlier that morning to see who, if anyone, would be joining your class next. You nodded your head as you read the name and smiled sweetly at little Boone in the front row of the room, laughing softly.

“Next, we’re going to hear from Boone’s dad, Lieutenant Seresin about what it takes to be a fighter pilot for the US Navy!” You said with a somewhat forced enthusiasm to your voice, tired of trying to be the hype man for each parent as they came in to share what they did for a living to their child’s friends and classmates. You smiled warmly as Boone’s father, Jake walked in, dressed fully in his flight suit, his helmet tucked under his arm for emphasis. You noticed a second man, similar in height to Jake, follow in behind him. This man had lighter hair, worn longer than Jake’s and combed back into a military approved style, wire-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, and a soft, shy smile as he waved to your class. His cobalt blue eyes were almost breathtaking as they wandered in your direction. As he met your gaze, he gave you a soft smile before folding his hands in front of him as he stood beside Jake.

“Hi guys!” Jake said with a friendly smile, waving to the group of eager faces watching him, “I’m Lieutenant Jake Seresin, and this, is Lieutenant Robert Floyd. We both fly in the US Navy, but we have two different jobs. I’m the pilot, so I actually fly the plane itself, but, my friend Lieutenant Floyd is what we call a Weapons Systems Officer, or WSO for short. He sits in the backseat of a two-seater plane and makes sure the lasers and missiles and all that fun stuff back there is working properly when we need it to.”

Lieutenant Floyd nodded his head in agreement as Jake spoke, before smiling at the children himself and beginning to talk.

“You might be wondering why we have names written on our helmets, these are called our callsigns, callsigns are how we talk to one another in the air when we need to. My callsign is Bob,” Lieutenant Floyd gestured to his helmet as he showed it to the glass, smiling proudly as the children ooh’ed and ahh’ed over it. Jake held up his own helmet as well, gesturing to the font splayed across the top.

“My callsign is Hangman, like the spelling game you guys might play in class sometimes!”, He explained enthusiastically.

You had to hand it to Jake, he had certainly captivated your students better than any other speaker of the day had. Maybe it was his charm and charisma, or the fact that his job was a little more unique than being a firefighter, or a teacher or a truck driver. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but something about him and his friend had completely gained control of your normally somewhat unruly group of children, certainly better than you could have done at this point in a Friday afternoon.

As the two men wrapped up their career day presentation for your class, fielding any and all questions your curious students had for them for the last thirty minutes, you couldn’t help but notice Lieutenant Floyd catching your eye, as if he was stealing shy glances over at you as he and Jake stood at the front of the room. When the bell rang to dismiss the children, Boone raced up to his dad and Lieutenant Floyd, giving them each a big hug.

“Dad, Uncle Bobby, that was great!” The little boy, a carbon copy of his father in terms of looks and determined, fiery attitude, said with a grin that nearly made his whole face vanish.

“Awesome, buddy, I’m glad we could come talk to you and your friends!” Jake smiled as he put his arms around the boy, ruffling his hair. Lieutenant Floyd knelt down to him and smiled giving him a hug as well.

“Any time, little guy!” he said with a smile.

You approached the two men and smiled, offering your hand out for them to shake, your way of showing thanks to them for taking time out of their Friday to come talk to your class. You smiled as Jake stood up to his feet, shaking your hand firmly as he returned the smile.

“Thank you so much for coming out today, both of you. It really means a lot to the kids. They really enjoyed it! The helmets were a good addition, they’ll be talking about those forever,” A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head slightly, thinking about how many times you’ll hear about the fighter pilots and their helmets over the course of the next week or so.

“Anytime, Bob and I didn’t have anything going on today for training, so we were able to make the time to come visit! Plus that, I can’t miss an opportunity to be “Boone’s super cool dad” to a bunch of 7 year olds, right pal?” He let out a hearty chuckle as he ruffled Boone’s hair again.

Jake looked to Bob, who was now quietly standing behind Jake, a soft smile on his features as he waitied politely for the two of you to finish your conversation. Jake shook his head and laughed again, gesturing between you and Bob with a nod.

“Sorry, Bob, this is Boone’s teacher, he absolutely loves her to pieces, don’t ya, big guy?” Boone nodded his head, a big grin on his face as he looked between you and Bob, his tiny face seeming to take note of the way Bob was now looking at you.

“Uncle Bobby must like you too, Miss T, his cheeks got all red just now! Dad says that happens sometimes when you think a girl is pretty. D’ya think Miss T is pretty, Uncle Bobby?”

You and Bob exchanged uncomfortable laughs and awkward glances at one another before looking away. You knew Boone was just innocently speaking what he thought was true, but at that moment, you sort of wished the floorboards of the school would open up beneath your feet, the ground swallowing you whole so you could hide and shield your embarrassment. Jake looked down at his son and chuckled, breaking the awkwardly silent tension as Bob stole a glance towards the exit, looking as if he was contemplating whether or not he could just make a run for it and meet up with Jake and Boone later on.

“Bud, we can’t just say stuff like that, sometimes people don’t want other people to know if they find them pretty. Sometimes you gotta keep it a secret so they can tell that person themself, you know?”

“Oh, right, sorry Uncle Bobby, sorry Miss T,” Boone shrugged his shoulders, still not quite understanding why it had to be a secret if his uncle thought his teacher looked nice that day, but in the mind of a child, you supposed nothing about adult dating rituals made a whole ton of sense.

“C’mon bud, let’s get going, ok?” Jake put a hand on his son’s shoulder before giving you a friendly glance and departing the room, leaving Bob to his own devices. You could have sworn as you saw Jake leaving that he gave his friend a wink and a thumbs up, and if you hadn’t caught the mischievous grin on Boone’s face as father and son left together, you would have sworn that this wasn’t intentional.

A look of panic flashed across Bob’s features, shaking his head as he let out an awkward laugh, his hand resting on the back of his neck, scratching at his hairline as he shook his head, looking between the door and you.

“Sorry ‘bout Boone, he’s just like his dad, got a big mouth on that little guy, he’s lucky he’s cuter than Jake is, he can get away with it.”

“It’s ok, I’ve been told more awkward things by small children than hearing that their uncle might think I’m pretty,” You helped, trying to take away some of the tension between the two of you, “Jake didn’t properly introduce me either. My name’s Grace. Grace Taylor. Most people call me Gracie though.”

“Well, he did introduce me, but please, just call me Bob. I don’t even go by Lieutenant Floyd unless it’s a military event or something. Bob is just…more me. Nice to meet you, Gracie.”

He offered you his hand, shaking yours as they met in a handshake that was much more gentle and soft than the one exchanged between you and Jake moments earlier. Bob’s hand practically swallowed yours whole as he shook it, and you couldn’t help but wonder if part of the reason he was so gentle was that he feared he might hurt you if he shook too abruptly, like he simply wasn’t in tune with his own strength yet.

“I should probably get going, Jake’s my ride back to base, it’s a long walk if he leaves without me,” He chuckled before looking towards the door. His eyes landed back on you for a moment, and you couldn’t help but notice how deep a shade of blue they were. They were…indescribably blue. The olive green hue of his flight suit pulled out every hint of tan in his skin, making him appear even more sun-kissed than you imagined he’d look had he worn something else.

“Yeah, you probably don’t want to be left in a school on a Friday night, do you?” You smirked at him playfully as you leaned your behind against your desk as you faced him with your arms folded across your chest.

“It’s not ideal, especially with an 8am training tomorrow.”

Bob politely excused himself again and headed for the door before turning on the heel of his perfectly polished uniform shoe, a wide grin on his features as he pointed his finger in your direction.

“By the way, Boone was right. I do think you’re pretty, Gracie. I may have to come by to pick my honorary nephew up from school more often now.”

And with that, Bob was out the door, leaving you blushing like a schoolgirl with a little crush as you began cleaning up your classroom.

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rookthorne · 1 year

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Heyyy! Thanks for always replying to my reblogs and for adding the cutest Bucky pics 💓 it makes me happy to comment on your amazing works and I’m glad it’s a way of connecting!

Also it means that I got sent a cute Bucky pic on my Birthday, which is a gift itself 🙃

HAPPY BLOODY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART! I hope you enjoy this present, and I hope you're having the best day! 🥰

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Like hell would your friends let you celebrate your special day alone.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✿ 585

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✿ Tooth rotting fluff, rushed writing

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Today was the big day – your birthday had approached faster than you could process, the days ticked by faster than you could blink, and if Bucky’s reaction (not to mention the whole group’s), today was not going to pass by without a fuss.

You had been ordered, via text, to arrive at the shop at seven o’clock sharp – which was after the doors closed and the shop would be empty.

Which it was. Quite literally.

The windows were dark, lights long turned off, and there wasn’t a car in sight.

“The fuck?” You mumbled, stepping out from your car with a slight frown, the slight breeze kissing your skin and making an array of goosebumps to rise. It was a little disheartening, if you were honest – arriving on the dot to see no one there? Nerves simmered in your stomach.

Swallowing the sudden lump in your throat, you stepped up on the sidewalk and crossed to the door – only, there was a piece of paper taped to the door.

‘To our Sunshine, our Sunny – the love of our lives and the light of our days, open the door, and come inside.’

“That’s not creepy at all,” you whispered, chuckling. “Alright, I’ll bite.”

The door opened with a quiet squeak, but the lights didn’t turn on once you stepped over the threshold. Seconds ticked by as you stood in the darkened shop, and your apprehension only grew – what the hell was going on? “Guys–Buck? Hello?”

A lot of things happened, all at once.

The lights flickered on to reveal streamers and banners, balloons and confetti, covering the entirety of the shop – music suddenly blasted from the speakers along the ceiling, and there, right in front of you, stood everyone.

Smiles blinding, eyes bright, and arms wide. “Happy fucking birthday, Sunshine!”

“Oh my god!” You yelled, your hands flying to your open mouth. Shock rooted you in place and you watched, awestruck, while Bucky rushed forward with the others following close behind. “Guys! I thought–”

“We would never forget about our Sunny,” Steve laughed, pulling you into a bear hug. Your arms wrapped around him just before he was pulled away by Nat.

“Like we ever would,” she chimed in, pulling you into her side, wide smirk on her blood red lips.

Peter rushed forward next, a grin of childish glee on his face. “Hell no, Sunshine! C’mere.” You were pulled into a crushing hug, and you laughed, hugging him back with just as much enthusiasm.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Bucky called, pulling Peter off you. “I would like to wish my girl a happy birthday, can the lot of you fuck off?”

Everyone cleared out to the back room with orders to not take forever, and you were left alone with Bucky who didn’t waste a second on pulling you close. “Today’s the day, huh, baby?”

“Mhm.” You nodded into his chest, revelling in his tight embrace. “It is.”

“That means I gotta say happy birthday then,” Bucky said lowly, pulling you back. You grinned and met him halfway for a deep kiss, pouring all of your gratitude and love into it.

When Bucky finally pulled back, he rested his forehead on yours, and he smiled softly as he gently swayed the both of you side to side. “Happy birthday, sweetheart–there aren’t any words that even cover just how lucky a fella like me is, to have you.”

“You big sap,” you replied, and Bucky laughed, shaking his head.

“But you love it.”

And you did.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works #rookthorne responds #Sunshine #Manny 💜

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specialagentlokitty · 9 months

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Rosa x reader - presents

Could you write Rosa Diaz x female autistic reader where they get each other's names for the secret Santa gift thing and Jake helps Rosa pick up the perfect gift for reader and Amy helps reader pick the perfect gift for Rosa or something like that? In a romantic way? - Anon💜

You had no clue what to get Rosa, you knew her, you knew what she liked, but all at the same time there was a chance she might not like it.

Rosa was very secretive when it came what herself, though she opened up a lot more to you than anyone else.

Sitting in front of your computer, you were tapping your mouse.

“Troubles?”

You looked around towards the man wheeling his chair over towards you, and offered him a shrug.

“This dumb secret Santa thing.” You huffed.

“Who did you get?”

You looked at the time and gestured for him to follow you, so he did while still pestering you to tell him who it was.

Getting in your car, you turned to look at him.

“Is this a kidnapping?” Jake asked.

“No idiot, it’s so we can talk. I got Rosa.”

Jake gasped, a huge grin filling his face.

“Oh you have to get her something absolutely perfect!” He yelled.

You slapped his shoulder.

“Be quiet! And I know, but I don’t know what. She’s not shown interest in anything at all, and I don’t know what to get her she doesn’t already have.”

You and Jake sat for a moment and you sighed.

“Go get our stuff, let’s grab something to eat, get Amy to come I’ll message Rosa.”

Jake ran off and get everything and you texted your girlfriend to ask her to come to dinner with you all, and a moment later you got a reply.

Rosa: can’t today busy.

Shrugging a little, you sent a reply.

You: alright I’ll be back late though. Love you.

You put your phone away and waited for your best friend to come back and he did after five minutes.

He tossed everything into the back and got back into the passenger side.

“I can’t find Amy, I set her a text though.”

“Fair enough, let’s go get some burgers and think of a game plan for this shit.”

So that’s what you two did, you ate and talked about everything and anything Rosa could be interested in.

And Amy and Rosa did the same thing about you.

“Well what does (Y/N) like?” Amy asked.

“I don’t know, all sorts of things.”

“Anything in particular?”

Rosa shrugged a little and sipped her drink.

She knew you, you loved all sorts of things, but you weren’t a very materialistic person.

Sure you sometimes got things you really liked, but it wasn’t that you did that.

“Well, what about stores? Surely there’s a store (Y/N) likes?” Amy asked.

Rosa lowered her drinks and looked at Amy.

“There is, but I’m not going there.”

“You have to come on!”

It was like hell for you both trying to find a gift for one another.

Jake and Amy were avoiding one another out of fear of spilling the secrets to the other and ruining the surprises.

When it came to the trading of gifts, you decided to do it quietly away from everyone else.

So you gently gripped her arm and she spun to look at you.

“Follow me…” you whispered.

She nodded and followed you to the evidence lock up.

You turned around and you held up a hand and walked behind some shelves and moved everything aside and pulled out a neatly wrapped box.

“I was your secret Santa, I should warn you Jake helped me.” You grinned sheepishly.

Rosa sat on the table and she carefully opened it, and pulled out the frame.

“Authentic Viking axes. You like your weapons so…”

“How did you find this?”

“Apparently when me and Jake put our minds to something we can do a lot.” You laughed.

Rosa laughed a little bit, and she set it down.

Reaching into the pocket of her leather jacket, she pulled out a small neatly wrapped box and held it out.

You stood next to her, and and you opened it, taking the lid from the box.

“You always went to that shop to look at this, I never understood why. Amy told me about your mom.”

You smiled sadly, running your finger over the necklace.

“It was my moms, the shop keeper said he’d keep it just for display until I could buy it back since my mom sold it to him years ago.”

Setting the box down, you moved to stand between her legs and you hugged her tightly, and Rosa hugged you back.

“Thank you…”

Rosa rested her chin on your head.

“You better not tell anybody.”

“I won’t don’t worry.” You laughed.

You loved Rosa, and this was the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for you.

“I love you.” She said.

You smiled even bright hearing her say that for the first time

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine x reader #Brooklyn nine nine x you #Brooklyn nine nine imagine #b99 #b99 x reader #b99 x you #b99 imagine #Rosa Diaz #rosa diaz x reader #Rosa Diaz x you #Rosa Diaz imagine

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justtwotired · 2 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @whore-of-many-hot-men @bodieohbo @anyth1ngfor0urmoony @luvizuku @viannasthings

Your POV:

“I thought they said they where going to stop the self defence classes,” Millie complained as we where making our way to said class. “They’re getting tiring, I don’t like them,” she said and we chuckled.

“I think the school board decided to continue them after the whole thing at the museum,” Flora speculated, “it was in a kind of ‘you never know what might happen’ way, I think it’s great we receive these lessons,” she said and Millie sighed.

“Always the positive one, aren’t you, Flores?” She asked making the others giggle.

We entered the big classroom and took our seats, looking around at the mats on the floor which told us we where doing something fun today.

Kai soon entered the classroom aswel and started the lesson.

Every time he demonstrated something, a few girls in their class giggled and pointed, making me roll my eyes.

We eventually had to make pairs and had to try and get the other on the ground in a certain way while your partner tried to remain upright.

“No, I don’t want to spar with N/n, that’s to difficult,” Luna whined and I laughed making her glare at me. “You better go easy on me,” she pointed a threatening finger my way.

“Atta, girl,” I said with a wink and we went to stand in front of each other. “Bring it on,”

When the lesson was over, I told my friends I needed a quick moment and they waited in the doorway as I headed towards Kai, who seemed to be getting bothered by a group of girls asking him all sorts of questions.

“Where did you learn all this?” One of them asked with a sickening sweet smile.

“Oh, yeah- uh I have a sensei who taught me a lot of things, I met him when I was around fourteen or something,” he said, not really that interested to talk to the girls, somewhere this surprised me, but on the other side, he had Skylor of course.

Before they could ask another question, he noticed me and a genuine grin formed on his face.

“Trouble, I see you aren’t sleep deprived anymore,” he teased and I rolled my eyes.

“Shut up, I am never going to have a sleepover with you guys again I was exhausted,” I sighed, shaking my head. “But I am not staying here to have you bully me, I have a question,” I explained.

“Ohhh, boyfriend problems? Or other kind of problems?” He asked, making me chuckle lightly, ignoring the impatient stares from the girls.

“I am trying to find Lloyd a good Christmas present, I just can’t find anything, I really need your help,” I pouted at him, giving him the best puppy dog eyes I had.

“No need to look at me like that trouble, I’ll text you some ideas,” he patted my head making me swat his arm away. “But do remember, as long as it comes from you, Lloyd is probably going to be happy,” he said with a small wink, making me give him a grateful smile.

“Thanks Kai, I’ll see you- wait tomorrow I think? Are you coming tomorrow?” I asked curiously, we had planned to hang out but a few of the ninja couldn’t make it.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” he said and I smiled.

“Great, bye now- also, please, take Skylor with you, I want to get to know your girlfriend, bye!” I quickly headed over to my friends and walked out of the classroom.

Did I add that last bit just to piss of those girls? Yes, yes I definitely did.

The next day, I was at school hanging out with my friends during break. We sat at our normal table in the cafeteria and we were all currently bullying Millie for being scared to ask out the girl she likes.

“Come on! Look at her, she’s so pretty, it’s not like she’d say yes, that is something only happening in my dreams,” she pointed out making Charlie groan for the hundredth time.

Though we all got distracted by a group of the same girls that stood with Kai yesterday, now standing next to our table.

Only now there were just five instead of eight. They weren’t really that popular, but they seemed to think they where, it was laughable, really.

“Can we help you?” Luna asked unamused, already completely done with the conversation that hadn’t even started yet.

“Please, we’re not here for you so don’t bother to talk to us,” the ‘leader’ of the five said. I know her name is Maggie, the others I do not really bother of learning the names.

“Why don’t you tell us what you need and then leave us alone?” I suggested, looking at them with an irritated glance.

“Just the person we needed,” she smiled ‘sweetly’ at me. “The green ninja was your bodyguard right?” She asked and I nodded with a small frown.

“Yes, that’s a good observation you have there,” I said sarcastically, making her roll her eyes.

“Do you know if he has a girlfriend?” She asked making me narrow my eyes.

“I in fact know he does,” I pointed out quickly, already hating where this conversation was going. She seemed rather surprised at my answer though.

“Well who is she?” Maggie demanded to know making me scoff. “I bet I could replace her easily,” she said and I balled my fists.

“Listen here, you misdirected goose, he has a girlfriend, and believe me, you try making a move on him- which is mostly impossible because you’d never get the chance, but say hypothetically you did get the change, she would not hesitate to rip out your eyeballs to use them as a pair of earrings,” I said, remaining eye contact as I said it.

She gave me a disturbed glance and I smile at her for a moment. “But luckily for you you probably won’t meet her,” I’m said sweetly, and like that, she left the table with an angry murmur.

With a smirk I took a bite of my food, only to notice the strange stares I got from my friends.

“What?” I asked confused as I looked around the table with light frown.

“I didn’t know greenie had a girlfriend,” James said and I shrugged with a grin.

“He has, but I never met her,” I mean, was it a total lie? “I just said that so Maggie would back off,” I shrugged making the others laugh.

Charlie clapped me on my back slightly while I bit my lip too stop the huge grin on my face from forming, trying to eat.

A week later, I laid in bed at home, cuddled up with Lloyd who was combing his fingers trough my hair while I made small circles on his hands and tracing the small scars that painted them.

I had just came back from Christmas shopping when he showed up. He’d seemed tired, so I just took him upstairs and that’s how we ended up here.

He hadn’t spoken much, and in all honesty, I felt there was something off.

“Is there something wrong?” I whispered to him and I felt him shrug. He’d been off all week, but I let it slide, giving him time, but I was starting to worry now.

“A bit,” he whispered back, pulling me closer to him, making me close my eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” I asked softly, still tracing circles on his hands, yet he stopped combing his fingers trough my hair.

“Today a one year ago…” he started slowly, I hummed in acknowledgement, hoping it’d encourage him to continue. “Today one year ago we finally defeated Morro,” he said softly.

I froze for a second, he’d told me about Morro in short, he never wanted to talk about it, all I knew is that it was traumatic for him.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked and turned to face him.

“It should be, right?” He asked with a short, humourless laugh. “But it isn’t in my mind,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “It was the first time we didn’t celebrate christmas, because I didn’t come out of my room,” he said softly.

“It took ages to get back on my feet after Morro took over,” he admitted, he wanted to talk more but hesitated, looking at me. I gave him an encouraging smile and lightly squeezed his hand.

“When they finally got me back, I was weaker than I ever had been, all the food I ate came right back out, and yet our fight with Morro still wasn’t over, so I- I just pushed trough,” he explained, his voice cracking a few times.

“You know the remaining of that story, but the aftermath,” he shook his head and I pulled him closer to me.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I whispered reassuringly, combing small pieces of hair out of his face.

“I want to tell you,” he said softly and I smiled at him and kissed his forehead. “After we defeated Morro, it took two months before I was back up in my feet, we skipped Christmas and new years, I wouldn’t come out of my room, I roughly ate one meal a day, I- it was terrible, but I could leave, because what if Morro came back?” His words got stuck in his throat and the tears stuck in his eyes started falling.

My heart broke by just looking at him, I had never seen him so vulnerable. I always wondered how Lloyd could be so strong and confident with everything he’d been trough at such a young age, but now looking at him, I realised that behind all that he was still just an eighteen year old holding more trauma than he should be able to.

He sobbed and all I could do was just hold him, whisper reassuring things to him and softly stroke his back.

And even though I felt so bad for Lloyd and couldn’t help but let some tears escape my own eyes, somewhere I felt glad that he felt safe to be vulnerable with me, that he dared share these kinds of things with me.

The feeling in my stomach was unfamiliar, but what I was feeling at the moment wasn’t important, the most important thing in the world right now was the boy in my arms that was slowly drifting of to sleep trough his tears.

Lloyd POV:

Later that evening, I almost gave Nya a heart attack when I stormed into her room.

“Nya I think I made a mistake!” I cried out the moment I was in her room and she looked up from her phone with a puzzled expression.

“You couldn’t have knocked?” She asked but I didn’t listen and went to sit next to her, making her sigh. “What’s the problem, kid?” She asked and I combed a quick hand trough my hair.

I swatted it away with an angry scoff and she just laughed.

“So- today I kind of told Y/n about Morro, a-and everything,” I said and her confused expression turned soft.

“What did she say?” Nya asked, laying her phone down on the bed to point her full focus to Lloyd.

“Well- she was sweet, a nice, and she hugged me,” he explained, still looking rather anxious, which made the girl rather confused.

“That’s good right?” She asked Lloyd hesitantly nodded. “Then what’s the problem?”

“What if I scared her off?” He whispered, “she’s never seen me like that, she doesn’t know what she signed up for!” He stood up and paced the room.

“Wow, Lloyd, let’s take a breather,” Nya tried but he already went on.

“I can already imagine her sending me a text saying this won’t work out- I mean, I’d understand, I was a mess back there- she must feel freaked out right now, oh my god what have I done,” he hid his face in his hands, muttering cuss words.

“Alright, the only one freaking out right now, is you,” Nya stood up and took Lloyd’s hands. “N/n’s not like that, she’ll understand. It’s good that you’re opening up to her, she won’t mind,” she reassured softly.

“I know she’s not like that, but she can still decided she’d rather not get caught up in this mess- I mean I completely understand-” he was cut off when his Phone buzzed with a notification.

He went to grab it immediately, recognising the sound of the notification as one of Y/n’s. Before he could read it, he already turned his phone off.

“Oh god she’s going to break up with me,” he said with a shaky voice before shoving it into Nya’s hands. “Read it and tell me if it’s bad,” he said and the girl shook her head with a small frown before looking at the phone.

A smile formed onto her face when she read it and handed it to Lloyd. “Why don’t you just read it and stop worrying,” she suggested and hesitantly he took the phone.

My Trouble Magnet💕

Hi Lloyd, I wanted to see how you were doing?

Thank you for opening up to me, I’m happy you feel comfortable enough around me to do so, I wanted to say that I care about you so much and if anything is bothering you I’m here for you<3

He looked up at Nya with a smile on his face and stars in his eyes making her giggle.

Lloyd G.

Hi there princess, I’m fine I promise.

Thank you for listening to me, if I’m honest I was almost afraid I scared you off😅

My Trouble Magnet💕

You’ll have to do a lot more than that to scare me off haha

Are we still up for drinks in the park tomorrow?

Lloyd G.

Hmm that’s good to hear

And you bet, I’ll see you there :)

My Trouble Magnet💕

See you there<3

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real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part six

cobra is a lot of things... the main one being stubborn as all hell :/ pls lemme know what you think!!! I think I’m going to cap this story at ten parts but honestly don’t hold me to that lol

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part six

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word count: 3.4k

warnings: language, angst, roo being the voice of reason, probable navy inaccuracies - I did some googling but honestly not much

Being back in a high school filled you with memories of the past you’d wished to leave exactly there, buried in a box six feet under never to see the light of day again but as it turns out, you had to make good on your promise sooner or later. You were standing in a gymnasium that smelled faintly of sweat and the cheap pizza that was wafting from the cafeteria just across the way as a principal droned on to the side of you while you and Hangman stood perhaps a hair closer than you would have liked. You hadn’t spoken since you slipped out the back of the Hard Deck, not for lack of trying however, Hangman had spent the past three days desperately trying to get ahold of you to no avail. You felt guilty, you really did, in all honesty you missed him. You had grown accustomed to having him around, to the silly text messages throughout the day, to spending more time together when out with the group… the group you’d also been avoiding much to your own dismay, but Phoenix had closed that door when a late-night-drop-by turned into making a case for the man… you were nothing if not stubborn, hellbent on seeing things through your way no matter how infuriating to yourself and those around you.

You were only snapped back to the present upon hearing your names as you were introduced, not hearing anything he’d said about the Navy’s two most decorated and accomplished pilots, and certainly not hearing Hangman’s brief chuckle at the statement. You floated to the middle of the basketball court, almost in a daze, as you slipped back into the girl you always were… the girl who put everything aside for the sake of her career.

“Those are our names, yes, but you’re under no obligation to refer to us as Lieutenant,” you said with a small smile, “I’m Cobra and this is Hangman.” you reintroduced.

“Those are your names?” A girl in the front row asked, almost folded in on herself as she leaned back against a bleacher and you both chuckled.

“Sort of, those are our callsigns… everyone earns one eventually, almost like a nickname.” Hangman answered.

“How do you earn one?” she asked, leaning forward a little.

“You usually get one pretty early on, given to you by your peers based on something silly you’ve done or something that sticks… I became Cobra after a training mission where I flew rather fast and was quick to strike my target. Truth be told, it wasn’t said to me as a compliment but nonetheless it stuck,” you joked. “And Hangman, well uh- if I recall the story correctly he suggested the game during some down time and he’s been Hangman ever since,” you lied and you didn’t miss the smirk out of the corner of your eye. You thought telling the story of a cocky and brazen pilot who consistently left his teammates hanging was the opposite of what you should be telling the impressionable group of kids before you. “But anyways, back to why we’re here today… We are Naval fighter pilots, and I know what you’re thinking: the Navy has pilots? Seems a bit silly for the branch of the military that focuses on the sea to have anything to do with the sky but they go hand in hand more than you would think.”

“We ship out on Naval carriers around the world, the Navy allows us to get as close to our targets as possible without the risk of ground transportation, where we’re able to fly missions you’ll probably never hear about in the pursuit of keeping our country safe and stopping things before they even have the chance to happen,” Hangman added.

“Because of the high pressure situations we’re put in, we had to go through pretty rigorous training to get here, starting in Rhode Island at Officer Candidate School, and then heading out to Florida for Naval Aviations School Command, however… where all the real fun happens is Top Gun. Top Gun is where the best of the best go to hone their skills and earn certification that puts them at the top of the call list for the most dangerous of missions. It’s where every pilot dreams of going, but very few are given the chance.” you said, trying not to smile at the way each kid was locked onto your every word… you supposed you might have gotten lucky with this bunch, you were usually met with yawns and blank stares.

“When Cobra and I aren’t deployed that’s where we are, using the skills we’ve acquired from our own time at Top Gun and our own respective missions to teach the Navy’s most promising pilots flight maneuvers and aerial combat techniques to protect themselves and their country… and how to look cool while doing it,” he added with a laugh and you fought back a laugh of your own as you noticed each girl in the room watching his every hand gesture with rapt attention and looks of admiration. You wished you could blame them but you weren’t known for being hypocritical.

“Have we made this sound super cool?” you asked and were met with eager nods, “for how awesome it is, it’s equal parts challenging and terrifying… if not more. This isn’t a path for everyone, should you find yourself in this position you will be tested to your limits daily and it will change who you are at your core… but for those up to it, it truly is the ride of a lifetime.” you finished as the principal opened up the room to questions and you nodded at the same girl who’d questioned your call signs, who’d started the assembly looking rather small and disinterested but the more you talked the more she leaned forward, opening her body language and watching the two of you as if you were the only thing in the world.

“What made you decide to become fighter pilots?” she asked and you and Hangman looked at each other before he nodded at you to go first.

“I’d always loved the idea of flying… on family vacations I much preferred the flights than the trips themselves, I’d always thought I’d go to traditional flight school and maybe become a commercial pilot but during a college fair in high school I met a Naval aviator who completely changed my trajectory,” you answered with a smile.

“For myself it was a little more roundabout, the idea was always there but I did a year of business school before deciding life in the cockpit was more my speed.” The rest of the questions went pretty standardly, how do you prepare for the really scary missions, what kind of jets do you fly, what does an average day look like, and the two of you answered them with grace and wit that had them eating out of the palms of your hands. When the principal motioned to dismiss everyone after thanking you for your time, you hung back awkwardly as you watched everyone file out of the gym, trying to keep as much distance between yourself and Hangman as you could.

“Lieutenant- sorry, Cobra,” you heard behind you and you turned to see the girl from the front row. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her and greeted her with a warm smile you’d hoped would ease her. “I just wanted to thank you for coming today, if there’s any truth to what my principal said I’m sure you have much better things to be doing… it’s just- I’ve sat through a lot of these assemblies whether it be the Navy, the Army, Marine Corp… you’re the first woman that’s spoken at one. You’re the opposite of what I associate with this career path and I think that’s really cool,” she said, fiddling with the strap of her bookbag and you couldn’t help but smile at her.

“What’s your name?” you asked, to which she responded Sadie. “Well, I won’t lie to you Sadie… I’m entirely outnumbered in my field,” you said with a laugh, “much like every woman no matter the branch of military. Is this something you’re interested in?”

She nodded, “I think so… I don’t know, I’ve spent the last six months stressed about what to do after graduation because nothing sounds appealing to me but listening to you talk about what you do… you seem so passionate and confident and it suddenly feels pretty clear.”

“You seem brave, which is one of the most important traits as a pilot… especially as a woman. If this is something you’re serious about you’ll have to work harder than your peers, it’ll be frustrating and there will be days you wonder why you’re doing it but eventually you get to where I am and you get a sense of pride that your male counterparts can never attain,” you reached into one of your pockets, “this has all my information on it. I’ll let you in on a little secret - that number doesn’t go anywhere,” you said, handing her your card as she softly laughed, “but I’m always accessible by email. If you ever have questions and want to talk more about it, or if the time comes to start your applications and you don’t know where to start feel free to reach out.”

She took it graciously, tucking it into her bag and beaming up at you, “thank you, Cobra. I will definitely be using it,” she said before sticking her hand out to shake yours.

“You remind me a lot of myself. Word of advice? Don’t worry about what goes on in these halls, it doesn’t matter in the end. Just focus on your goal and maybe one day you’ll be on the other side of this conversation.” you said and she nodded before thanking you again and returning to her group of friends who were watching skeptically from beside the door.

“I think you just changed a life,” Hangman commented, having watched the entire interaction with a sense of adoration. “You’re really good at this, I know these aren’t our idea of fun but you should do it more often… they need to see a woman such as yourself in this position.”

You nodded, “she’s a good kid, I look forward to when she reaches out.” You went to find the principal to say your goodbyes and you were acutely aware of the way he was hot on your heels on your way to the parking lot but you refused to acknowledge it for fear of having a conversation that would rival the angst and drama already plaguing these hallways. He was quick to close your car door just as fast as you’d opened it and you steeled your gaze on the handle.

“Can we talk?” he asked and you kept your eyes anywhere but his, knowing the second you looked into the pools of emerald your resolve would go slipping through your fingers.

“I can’t do this right now, Hangman,” you replied, moving to open your door again.

“Cobra, please talk to me.” he pleaded and you sighed.

“Jake, please. Let me go,” you said and he nodded in defeat as you were all too quick to get in your car and leave his dejected figure in your rearview mirror. The emotion was quick to bubble it’s way to the surface as you navigated your way home on autopilot, not even sure how you made your way there until you were tearing through the space and to strip your uniform off to discard in a heap on your closet floor. You pulled the pins from your tight bun, running a hand through your hair, almost desperate to reestablish blood flow as if it would make you think more clearly. Before you could let your thoughts send you in a downward spiral you heard your doorbell ring and you sighed, already knowing who it was as you made your way to the foyer.

You looked through the peephole, surprised as you threw the door open to reveal Rooster standing there with his hands in his pockets looking rather sheepish.

“Rooster? What are you doing here?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as his eyes trailed your form.

“Do you make a habit of opening your door like this? I’m sure the mailmen must love you,” he said, pushing his way into your home. You looked down to see that you hadn’t made any effort to clothe yourself after stripping of your uniform, leaving you in just a thin tank top and your underwear and you cursed under your breath as you disappeared down the hallway, reemerging in sweatpants and a cardigan pulled tightly around you.

“Sorry, have a lot on my mind,” you muttered, standing awkwardly as he made himself comfortable and rooted around your fridge before producing two beers.

“That’s actually why I’m here,” he handed one to you as he made his way to settle into your couch and motioned for you to follow which you reluctantly did. “Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” he asked though you could tell by his tone it wasn’t really a question.

“Just taking some personal time, like we were encouraged to with this leave,” you replied before taking a sip and he snorted.

“Okay, and the actual answer?”

You sighed, “Rooster, what do you want from me?”

“I want you to tell me why you’re avoiding everyone, and more specifically Hangman. I got a rather worrisome text from him not too long ago and I still don’t know why you left the bar earlier this week,” he was exasperated. It wasn’t necessarily unlike you to withhold details of what was going on with you but he was genuinely worried and Hangman’s constant questioning of whether or not he’d heard from you was doing nothing to ease the concern.

“I’m not avoiding him,” you mumbled.

“So… not answering his texts or calls and speeding out of a high school parking lot is what exactly?”

“I wasn’t speeding, it was a very tasteful, very understated skedaddle and I don’t need to explain myself.”

“You do when it’s affecting the rest of us, and you definitely do when the two of you look like shit,” his patience was wearing thin but he was doing his best to keep his voice soft, “did he do something to you at the bar? Did he-” he cut himself off, taking a deep breath, “did he touch you or hurt you? Because if this is an entirely different conversation we’re having, you can talk to me.”

You shook your head, “he didn’t do anything I didn’t give him the green light for.”

“So, something happened?”

“Fucking Christ, Roo. Yes, he followed me out onto the patio and he kissed me. Twice.”

“Okay, and why are you upset about this?” he prodded.

“He just… I-” you began stumbling over your words and took a deep breath to center yourself. “We were arguing and he just kissed me. Like, truly in-your-face yelling at each other and he decided that was the absolute best moment to lay one on me.”

“That’s kind of romantic,” he said, throwing his hands up in surrender when you glared at him, “what, it is. That’s like… your thing, it makes sense that’s what your first kiss was.”

“We shouldn’t have had a first kiss in the first place,” you protested.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me what he did was so surprising?” he asked and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean that you and Hangman make sense. I didn’t see it at first, mainly because despite your need to be a difficult asshole, you’re good. Like, truly good and I didn’t want Hangman getting anything good that could further blow his ego out of proportion but now that I do see it I can’t see this dance the two of you are doing as anything other than biding time.”

“We don’t make sense, Roo. He is a serial womanizer and I am focused on advancing my rank. We can’t even have a few weeks of genuine friendship without reverting back to being at each other’s throats.”

“I think that’s called passion, Cobra. You’ve always had it, you’ve both just been so stubborn you’ve directed it elsewhere.”

You sighed, “did Hangman put you up to this? Did Phoenix put you up to this?” you asked, recalling when she’d shown up the night after the incident saying very similar things.

“No, he did not… I merely told him I would do a welfare check, and well… Phoenix and I did talk but I brought this up of my own accord because I care about you and unfortunately I care about him too and I think you’re being too stubborn for your own good.”

“I’m not being stubborn, Rooster, I’m sticking to my boundaries.”

“Boundaries you have in place, why? I’m all for boundaries, Cobra, but that’s not what you’re doing and you know it. You’re pushing him away.”

“Because this isn’t a good idea, because I can’t do this with him. It’s all about the chase for him, the second he gets me he’s going to get bored and move on after a few weeks and I can’t go there.”

“So, you’re scared,” he observed and you shook your head.

“I’m not scared, I’m being practical. Things are already awkward enough and barely anything happened, can you imagine what will happen if it goes any further?”

It was his turn to shake his head, “no, you’re scared. And that’s okay, but what are you scared of?” His incessant prodding was sending you off the deep end, your will to keep your mouth shut wavering with each passing second.

“I’m scared that the second it gets real he’s going to leave, because what you and Phoenix are suggesting… it’s not Hangman, we all know that. I’m going to let him in and we’re going to give it a shot and he’s going to leave, and then what? Then the group gets weird, work gets weird, and none of it will have been worth it.” you finally said, letting it out with an exhale.

“I don’t think we’ve ever been given the opportunity to see that side of Hangman. Most of the girls we meet in bars aren’t necessarily looking for a boyfriend, Cobra, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed but dating with our life and schedule is kind of a pain. I think you’re being a little too hard on him,” he said softly. “I don’t know if you’ve got your walls built up so high you can’t see it but he’s different with you and we all see it. Sure, you fight like cats and dogs but for the most part he’s- I don’t know he’s softer when he’s around you. I’m pretty sure he can’t go two minutes without glancing in your direction to make sure you’re okay.”

“I just don’t want to go there, Roo. It’s not worth it,” you sighed and he nodded.

“I think you’re wrong, but it is your life. I just think you should talk to him… put him out of his misery, put all of us out of our misery because I cannot take another day of him badgering me about you. He really cares about you, Cobra, I think you’re closing yourself off to the possibility of a lot of happiness.” With that he stood, placing a kiss to your cheek before taking his leave and leaving you alone to process everything he’d just said. You’d wanted to be mad at him, you really did, but it was so quintessentially Rooster to swoop in and try and fix the tension you didn’t have it in you to be mad. He might have had a point, several points actually, but you weren’t feeling quite that malleable yet, weren’t ready to admit that you may be wrong and that you’re maybe being too hard on him. If you were hard on him, if you kept your walls just as you’d built them you wouldn’t have to deal with the fallout. As your phone rang beside you, you picked it up to see a photo of Hangman, a perfect snapshot of his essence poised behind you at the pool table with a shit-eating grin, and you choked back tears as you silenced it and tossed it aside. Rooster might have chipped away at you but you just weren’t ready, not yet and certainly not tonight.

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A Widow & An Agent

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The story if the MCU if Natasha had a girlfriend who was also her partner in crime ;)

Warnings: none

Word Count:1185

Chapter 1- Top Secret Job

Y/N L/N POV

“Why am I up at 6am on my rest day Barton?” I gruffly huff out to the blonde haired agent and best friend that is stood in front of the coffee machine with a shit eating grin on his face, he places a steaming cup of golden nectar in front of me before sitting down in the chair next to me.

“A little birdie told me a certain redhead is due back home today and I thought you’d might like to have advanced warning to make yourself look presentable” His words making me straighten up in my seat, my excitement about seeing my favourite person again after a week clouding Clint’s second part of his sentence.

“Oh shit I forgot it was today! Could you take my newbie training for me Clint? Great thanks!” I cheerily say back as I jump up from my seat and running to my room, smirking to myself when I hear the loud groan come from the man when he registers that he has 4 hours with the useless newbies and not a day sat in the vents catching up on all the gossip about Coulson and May.

Natasha and myself have had an eventful relationship, myself and Clint were the pair that was tasked with eliminating the Black Widow. After a painful game of cat and mouse that lasted over two weeks we finally managed to trap Natasha in, seeing the fear and desperation swimming in her eyes is an image that will stay with me forever, we could see that she was just a young girl who needed to be saved from the nightmare that she was submerged in and so we went against orders and the rest is history.

Fury was not impressed at all and ordered myself and Clint to be the ones responsible over the girl, thus creating the three musketeers. We three became the best of friends and a very well oiled and efficient machine, Natasha learning to put her trust in us whilst we helped open her eyes to the way of the real world.

That was 5 years ago and Nat has settled very well here in SHIELD, Fury having a soft spot for the woman while both Coulson and Maria adopting her into our little agent family. I must confess whilst on that elimination mission I was floored by how beautiful the redhead was, something that grew along with feelings during the years together, something that cumulated with a new years kiss and confession time between the two of us. That had happened last new year and we have been together for the last 5 months, this latest mission has been the first solo mission since we became an item and these last two weeks has sucked royally.

I enter my room without looking up as I start to walk towards my wardrobe to pick out some homecoming friendly clothing, what I failed to notice however was the certain someone sat on my bed with a cheeky grin.

“Why are you looking for clothes when you in your Pjs are all I need?” I jump up in my spot at the sound of the low voice, swirling around on the spot to face my bed as my face instantly brightens.

‘Nat! You’re back” I shout with glee as I run and jump on top of Natasha, pushing her down onto my sheets beaming as I hear her loud giggles.

“Hey malyshka, I’ve missed you so much” Natasha softly tells me with a gentle smile, I capture her lips with mine as we share a passionate kiss before separating when air became scarce.

“Me too, you can’t leave me alone with Clint again… he is exhausting” I groan as I push my face into her chest, my head bouncing as her laughter vibrates through the pair of us.

“Ok my love, never again” I feel soft lips touch the crown of my head as I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in the scent of strawberries and coffee that is so unique to Natasha. I don’t respond I just press a kiss to her neck before closing my eyes, letting the sound of her heartbeat the warmth of her arms lull me into a peaceful slumber.

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Natasha Romanoff POV

“Fury needs to see you Romanoff” I gaze up from my book to see Maria Hill stood in front of me eating an apple, I close my book with a grunt as I narrow my eyes at the dark haired girl in front of me.

“I’ve only been back for 3 days Hill, why can’t Clint do his work for once” I huff out like a little child, Maria chuckles at my displeased tone knowing that since little Lila was born Barton has not been called out onto the field.

“Fury says he needs someone with your skill set, don’t ask me what that means just go before he sends Coulson after you” Maria says before walking off, leaving me no choice but to get up and find out what I am needed for.

“Ahh Romanoff so nice of you to join us, please take a seat” I roll my eyes at Fury before turning to see the other person sat in front of the director, I walk over and press a gentle kiss to her forehead with a gentle smile before sitting down into the empty chair next to her.

“Now what is so important that you call both of us in here, knowing that it’s only been 3 days since i’ve come back from a 14 day mission?” I huff out the question to a glaring Nick, smiling smugly when I hear the gentle giggle coming from the love of my life.

“I have a job for you both, it is top secret and highly important so I need my two best field agents involved” this peaks Y/n’s interest as I see her lean forward in her chair, all playfulness wiped from her face.

“What is it? Is it related to Tasha’s last mission?” Y/n asks as she grasps my hand with her own, I let a small shiver flow through my body at the thought of having to go back to sleeping with those assholes.

“No they have been passed on to Coulson and his crew now, no this is something much more important. I need you both to pose as secretaries to two people high up in a multi million dollar business, I need a report done on the man to say how compatible he is for our team we are prepping.” The Avengers? This guy is going to be part of that? The only people we know for sure who are on this high level task force is myself, Y/n and Barton if Laura can kick him out of the house long enough.

“Ok so we go in pose as people close to these people, gain their trust and find out all of their dirt? Sounds easy enough, who’s the guy in question?”

“Tony Stark, the man known as Iron Man.”

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sfwregressionfanfictions · 2 years

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Playing at Eddie's: Eddie X Little! Reader

Summary: This is part of my Discovery fic world! Regressing at Eddie’s trailer for the first time.

A/N: this feels a little rushed but I liked it! :)) Working on a Steve rogers fic rn.

W/C: 1066

To say Eddie was stressed was an understatement. How could he not be? His baby was going to be there in less than an hour and his trailer was still a mess, all of his… special apparel and other adult stuff was moved to being hidden in his closet.

Eddie pulled out all of the blankets, pillows, and other soft things that his baby would adore. Luckily that left more room in his closet for him to throw the trash and dirty clothing that littered his floor into it. With some shoving and cramming, the floor of his room was visible, and so were the crumbs that were spread all over. He needed to vacuum, do they have a vacuum? Where would it be? Luckily it was in the first place he checked, in what was referred to as the broom closet.

‘Maybe I should clean more often…’ was all that ran through his mind, as he frantically vacuumed his room. Luckily right as he put the vacuum away the doorbell rang. Opening the door Robin and (Y/N) stood in front and Steve stood a little farther back.

“Hi!” (Y/N) said, as they threw themself into a hug (making Eddie catch them).

“Hi Baby, did Harrington drive carefully with you in the car?” Eddie said while stroking their head and kissing their forehead. A playful glare pointed at Steve before he laughed.

“Yes!” They said not picking up on the playful annoyance, “We went to get stuff for Steve and Robin’s booth at the fair and I got to help!”

“Oh really?” Eddie kissed their head again and asked quietly, “Were you a good helper?”

“Mhmmmm!” They said, starting to peer into his house.

“Hope they didn’t work you two too hard,” Eddie chuckled, before eying (Y/N) again waiting for them to say thank you and goodbye. Having to squeeze their hand and raise an eyebrow to get them to understand.

“Oh! Thank you for inviting me and driving me! I had fun!” They released Eddies, moving to hug Steve and Robin.

“It’s no problem, do you want to join us again to work on it?” Robin asked, being gentle towards the obviously teetering baby.

“I’d like that, can Eddie come too?” They asked while moving to hug Steve.

“Of course,” Robin said smiling at the question. “Now, you too go have fun, don’t forget to show him your present!”

“Okay! Thank you! Bye-Bye!” They said walking back to the trailer, Eddie and them waving as their friends got in the car to drive away.

“Come in, can’t have you catching a cold out here!” Eddie exclaims overdramatically.

“Eddie, what are we gonna do today?” (Y/N) asked, wandering around the living area. Staring at

“We can play, and watch movies! Sadly, it’s gonna rain soon lovie, so all our plans were ruined.” Eddie said frowning at them.

Their eyes widen, “It’s okay! We can spend all day cuddling, Dada!”

“That’s right, and I pulled all my old toys out for you,” Eddie said, smiling at them.

“Really? We play?” They stare up blinking at them.

“Yes baby,” Eddie said, opening the door to his bedroom, “Remember, if you get sleepy, hungry, or even having to go potty, you gotta say something so I know.”

“Okie dada,” They said plopping onto the floor and looking into the box of toys. There were he-man toys, Cabbage Patch kids, and Care Bears. “Watch the Care bears tonight?”

“Yes baby, and we can have anything you’d like to eat!” Eddie said before whispering to himself, “If we can order it for takeout…”

“Dada, we pway now?” Eddie smiled and nodded, sitting behind them. Pulling them onto his lap, picking up a toy to play with. “Ou da knight and sab me? (You are the knight and save me?)”

“Of course, dada will always save his little baby!” Eddie exclaims, bouncing them in his lap and kissing their cheek.

With a squeal, (Y/N) began acting out a story. The story was partially based on a DND campaign he wrote a few months back, however, it was babified. Eddie was playing a dangerous dragon that steals the baby away from their kingdom. He also was playing a knight in dented armor, who would save their baby back.

They played for hours until the baby got all fidgety, and started squirming. Eddie was quick to notice this, “Baby, do you have to go potty?”

“Wanna pway mowe!” They said, upset.

“You can play again after you go potty!” Eddie said, trying to come them down. They only pouted in response. “Baby, do you want me to help you, or do you want to go by yourself?”

“By myself, pease, ‘m big giwl” (Y/N) said, asking to be carried into the bathroom.

Once they were placed in the restroom, Eddie asked, “Do you need help with the button on your pants?”

(Y/N) nodded, soon the button was undone and Eddie left the bathroom. Eddie noticed the stains on his bed as he left the bathroom. Did they notice it when they came in? How could he forget to clean his bed?

Quickly, Eddie decided to take the blankets from the living room and drape a few on the bed to cover the stains. For once in his life, Eddie prayed to God for a miracle and for (Y/N) to not see the stains. They came out shortly after Eddie’s mad rush.

“Dada, can we watch Care Bears now?” They said, pants unbuttoned.

“How about we get you changed and then we can watch it?” Eddie said, only to be met with a whine, “Don’t you wanna be all comfy in daddy’s cloths?”

“Pease,” They said, “Wan’ dada’s.”

“Can I change you?” Eddie asked, receiving a nod, “Okay, hands up,” Their shirt was pulled off, and then their pants. Their top was quickly replaced by his (then your bra was removed if you wear one), then he traded their underwear for a pair of his sweatpants.

“Danks dada!” They said, jumping to be carried by him, “Cuddle time?”

“Yes, my little elf,” Eddie said, “And movie! AND some yummy dinner!”

The night continued, being filled with a delivery meal. (Y/N) was forced to eat at least some of their veggies before dessert. Luckily, it was easy to convince them to while they watched their favorite movie.

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rinatic · 1 year

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In love with my roommate | Johnny Suh

Pairing: roommate!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: best friends, roommates, friends to lovers, angst and fluff.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: shirtless johnny

A/n: first attempt so pls be nice to me lol, hope y'all enjoy this :)

I rolled over in my bed and looked at the time on my cell phone. It was 9:30 p.m. and my twenty-minute power nap had accidentally turned into a two-hour snooze. I glanced out the window to check the weather conditions. It was completely dark with a lot of wind.

Definitely not the best time to jog around, but it would have to do. I really needed to walk to clear my mind from one thing.

My crush likes someone else.

And what is worse is my crush is, unfortunately, my roommate.

I threw off my blankets and pushed myself out of bed. I gave one good yawn with a long stretch then plopped back on my bed. Remembering that he told me he's going on a date today and might bring that girl he keeps talking about to our shared apartment.

He did leave early, so i suppose they're on their way to here? If so, i have to hurry up, i need to get dressed and be outside in like minutes. If i don't get my lazy ass off my bed and start dressing soon, I'll get to see him here with her.

And I don't want to see her.

I can't allow myself to because I'll know she'll become the person i hate the most, knowing myself, I'll probably blame her for every little thing that goes wrong in my life from the very moment i see her.

And I don't want to do that.

But how will I avoid her when she'll be the girlfriend of my roommate?

A knock on the door startled me. "Are you there, y/n? Can i enter?"

It's him, of course it's him, who would it be except that stupid boy i like?

I found myself fixing my posture as well as my fixing my hair. I hate to admit it but it became a habit to check if i look present and neat in front of him. "Yeah, come in." The door swung open slowly, and there stood Johnny, wearing nothing more than a towel that he wrapped around his waist, showing off his perfectly chiseled body. The towel looked like it will fall any moment.

Little water drops fell from his hair strands to his neck to his chest. I couldn't help but admire how fucking hot he looks right now.

I hope he did not notice me practically drooling over him. "You've been in your bed all day?" Yeah, depressed because you don't acknowledge me nor my feelings towards you, I thought. "Yeah, but I'm going to hang out with a friend, I'm gonna get ready.."

"At this hour? You goin' to a bar or somethin'?" Ugh. That's what I dislike about him. He's so nosy. He's the type to want to know everything, so annoying. I watched him as he went to my closet. "Can't I leave this house without telling you where I'm going?"

"I tell you everything, we're best friends so we shouldn't hide something from each other." He threw a glance at me over the shoulder then took my perfume. He had the audacity to come to my closet and steal this specific perfume everytime he has an important event to attend. Or specifically when he has a date.

Yes, I've suffered for the past two years from watching him going on countless dates. Bringing his girlfriends here and even fucking them here in his room that is right next to mine, i had to listen to it all night while crying silently. He really made me master crying without making any sound, it did became a talent.

He started spraying it on his body, he sprays too much, literally drenches himself in perfumes and it did make me anxious. You wouldn't stand being close to him, you'll get dizzy.

But i don't mind.

"I'm sure your girl will get dizzy if you keep spraying all that." I said. "Nah, you know girls love men who smell good."

I sighed. "I know but that's way too much- wait, you're still using my perfume even after what happened?" His ex girlfriend who was practically living with us here last summer fought with him over this, she thought he was cheating and broke up with him. I don't really understand how he thinks that putting my perfume on will make him attractive.

"I love the smell, okay?"

"Ugh, put it back, i have no time to buy another these days."

"Shut up, you use my stuff too." He put it back and ran his fingers through his soft black hair. I brought my attention to his face again. "I only took a hoodie, it was an emergency and i gave it back."

"Steal anything you want, y/n, there's no other girl that will take my things." I smiled upon hearing his words. "Yet." My smile dropped. And i hoped he didn't notice the dimness on my face since i just remembered his date.

i got up and left my bed untidy, pushing the thought away to the back of my head. While passing by him I ignored how hot he was and kept my attention on my closet. Picked a basic shirt and pants. Grabbed my hair essentials as well since he doesn't look like he'll get out any time sooner. "That outfit isn't enough, it's so cold outside."

I stopped mid walking. "It's fine, i don't get cold easily." I said with bored eyes. He left the room and i put my things on my bed and closed the door. Is he mad or something or did he want to give me space to change in my own room?

I finished dressing up quickly and let my hair loose on my shoulders. I turned the handle of the door and went searching for the keys.

Did he leave already?

I let out a big sigh as i felt my eyes welling up with tears. Did he really leave that fast? Without even saying goodbye? Does he hate me? I don't really understand why i still have a crush on him at this point. It's useless, I'm wasting my emotions and time when i could be doing something better.

"So you didn't wear a jacket, here.."

Two hands put a jacket on my shoulders. I turned around and he started helping me wear it properly. "You always get so cold, i can't stand seeing you shaking." He zipped it and smiled at me. "You look cute in my jacket."

I pretended I'm fixing my 'makeup' while I'm actually wiping my eyes. "Thanks, wear a one too."

"If i wear a jacket, my date won't notice my sexy body!" He argued playfully, i smiled at his stupid reason. "You look good anyways, you don't have to show your body."

I blurted these words out and bit my lip bottom, damn, did i just let him know that i acknowledge how good he looks?

"Why don't you walk with me to the nearby restaurant?" He said, ignoring the statement i said and I'm glad he did so, he raised his eyebrows and placed a grin on his lips, he always does that face to make me say yes. "Alright." I said. I bet he noticed how uninterested i am, maybe that will make him leave me alone.

He grabbed the keys. "You've been my best friend for a long time, y/n, so i want you to see my date." Hm. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to have a breakdown when i meet her. I know how weak i am when it comes to handling my emotions. "You're good at reading people, that's why i need you with me, babe."

Did this man just call me babe?

I ignored that feeling in my stomach and nodded. "Let's go!" He blurted happily and skipped to the building's gate. I sighed as i watched him waiting for me to come with a smile.

I wish the reason behind that smile was me.

Skipping a few stairs, then, i walked next to him, i put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. He was weirdly quiet, usually johnny talks a lot. And he only stops if he's eating or thinking.

So i guess he's thinking of something.

"Why are you dressed so simple." I asked when i saw his outfit. Hw wore a pair of jeans and a sweater. "My date loves simple things, she isn't into fancy stuff." I hummed and brought my attention to the stores. I remember the last time we walked together here. It was last christmas i believe, we had this tradition of taking walks in December as a friendship thing because we met each other in December.

"We arrived." His voice brought me to reality. I looked at the restaurant. It was the restaurant we ate together a lot when we started attending college. Out of all restaurants in town, did he have really have to bring her here?

Why is he quiet? I waited for him to step inside but it looks like his legs got frozen. "Aren't you going to enter?" I asked. Waiting for a response. "she's not inside..."

Is she late to the date? Who's that stupid woman anyways to be late to a date with the johnny suh? If i were her i would've arrived thirty minutes earlier. I can't believe we're freezing in cold waiting for her to come. This alone says a lot about her. But it's good, maybe this will make him uninterested.

"...she's right next to me."

Huh? What did he say?

I looked to his other side. "Nah, she's not here, dumbo."

"If anyone is dumb then it's you, y/n." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hey, from the moment we met till now i still manage to outsmart you in every situation."

"Yeah, it's obvious." He rolled his eyes. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Yes, because the girl i like is you, y/n."

What?

Did i hear him right?

WAIT.

....

"Huh.. it doesn't make any sense, can you please speak more clearly?"

"I literally just admitted i like you.." he looked at me and stopped talking for seconds, analysing my expression. "Well. It's shocking.."

"It's not, how can someone not fall for you." He got that flirty romantic look in his eyes and i immediately looked away shyly. I can't believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Does he really like me? And if he did, why did he tortured me all this time?

"Well, i like you too." I admitted. Still not believing the fact that we just confessed to each other, but wait, what if this is a prank?

"I know you like me." I immediately darted my attention to him. "Huh? How did you know?!" I asked in disbelief. "You were obvious, y/n, you can't really hide your emotions."

I bit my lip in embarrassment. "But I'm kinda sad you didn't notice my crush on you." He said, pretending to be sad by doing an awfully cringy aegyo expression. "Like, i literally use your perfume only! I buy you lots of things too! I even tried to get a reaction from you by bringing girls in our dorm, but still nothing. You frustrated me to be honest."

"You're frustrated? Frustration is a weak word to describe how i felt! I wanted to kill you!" He raised his eyebrows. A little too surprised at my choice of words. "Still, I'm not in the wrong." He crosses his arms. "The problem is, i was so obvious, it's not my problem you didn't know i like you."

"How am i supposed to know when you're flirting with literally everyone?" He laughed. And even though i felt annoyed every time i remember it, i couldn't help but smile upon seeing him laugh. "You sound so bothered, i promise you i won't flirt with everyone from now on."

Thinking of us dating, i was too deep in my own thoughts that i didn't realize his hands on my arms. He grabbed me by the jacket and slammed his lips on mine softly, he finally kissed me the kiss i daydreamed about. I wrapped my hands around his neck. Playing with his hair as we kiss.

"Johnny, i think people are staring." I pulled away and whispered into his lips. "Don't pay attention, we can do what we want.." he smiled at me softly "we will do what we want." He connected our lips again, this time, i kissed him with no care in the world.

"I love you, even though you're stupid as hell to the point of not getting my hints."

"Did you just call me stupid?!"

"Sorry!"

#nct 127 #nct #nct u #nct u angst #nct 127 fluff #nct imagines #nct johnny #nct reactions #nct headcanons #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct x reader

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ms-snape · 1 year

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FIRST MEETING

Summary: Achraf Hakimi's sister, Y/n, visits him in Paris a few days after the birth of her second child, she ends up meeting her brother's best friend, Kylian Mbappé.

Note: English is not my first language

Yn's POV

I knock on the door then shake the gift I had in my hands harder, just when I learned that my second nephew was born I took the plane to Paris, I had wanted to for so long see Achraf again, although we spoke regularly but it was not the same thing. The door finally opened.

"Y/n?!?!" Achraf said in a mixture of joy and surprise.

"Surprise, did you really think I was going to miss the opportunity to see my second nephew" I hand him the present, he takes it and waves me in, I see Hiba sitting on the sofa next to her Amin and holding a baby in her arms.

"Y/n?" Hiba still stood up holding Naim then walked towards me.

"Hi Hiba, hi new Hakimi" I said smiling at the baby, Amin ran towards me and jumped into my arme.

"Yes you too Amin" he kissed me on the cheek.

"We missed you" Hiba said giving Naim to Ashraf so he could hug me back.

We started talking for a moment to make up for lost time, then we rang the doorbell, Achraf gets up while saying.

"It must be Kylian, we have training today" he went to open the door and a few seconds later the famous Kylian Mbappé entered the room, I don't know much about football but I knew Kylian was the best friend of my brother.

Our eyes meet and I felt time freeze I was so caught up in the gaze of the man in front of us.

"Hi" he said shyly

"Kylian I present to you Y/n my sister, Y/n, Kylian" we shook hands, it was a little too long for a simple handshake and his look made me blush.

"Well it's not that I didn't miss you but we have to go train for the next game" said Achraf, and Kylian turned green to him nodding his head gave me a last smile then they left all the two at home, leaving me alone with my sister-in-law and my two nephews.

"I know one who has a crush on Kylian" she teases me

"Pfff, whatever" I stammered when I answered her and I knew she wasn't convinced of my answer.

"So you're not coming to the next PSG game?" she asked with a smirk.

"Yes, but just for Achraf"

"Mhmh, that's it, for Achraf"

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

That's all, it sucks I know but I'll try to improve I promise.

Thank you for your reading and see you soon, hesitate to ask especially.

Kisses.♡

#football player #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe x reader #Mbappe #football one shot #Hakimi #Hiba #imagine #one shot #football love #l

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bad268 · 2 years

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Bottles (CC! Quackity X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: No

Warnings: Use of Quackity’s name (Alex)

Pronouns: you/your/they/them

W.C.5565

Summary: The story of how Alex and the Reader became a couple.

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Alex’s Twitter/my profile pic)

On your first day in college, you ran into someone. The campus was huge, and you did not account for getting lost. And you certainly did not plan on running into someone. Looking up, you make eye contact with a guy sitting on the ground across from you who was wearing a black hoodie and red beanie. You anxiously began collecting your bag that fell off your shoulder and the few papers that flew out of it, “I’m so sorry! This campus is bigger than I expected, and I’m lost.”

“Hey, it’s not a problem. I’m Alex by the way,” he responded, helping you grab the papers, one of which being your schedule. “Oh, you’re heading to Justice Studies and Law with Weins?”

“I’m Y/n, and yeah, I’m studying law,” you responded, looking over to the sheet he was looking at. “I don’t even know where that building is!” “I do! It’s actually that way,” he pointed behind you as he stood up, holding a hand out for you. You took it and stood up, brushing dirt off of your pants. “I can go with you. I have that class too.”

“No way! That would be amazing. Thank you,” You expressed while turning to head toward the classroom.

“It’s not a problem, but we gotta hurry,” Alex rushed, “Class starts in 2 minutes.”

On your first group assignment, you were paired with Alex. You needed to do a presentation on a policy that could be implemented to reduce recidivism (the tendency of a criminal to reoffend). We needed to put together a research paper, outlining our methods, and we needed to make a slideshow to present to our professor. Today, we were meeting up at the library to start the project.

I was sitting at one of the tables with a couple of books on recidivism rates and possible methods to combat it. It was nearly 4 PM, and we agreed to meet at 3, yet Alex had not shown up yet. I decided I would just call him to see what was going on.

On Alex’s side, he completely forgot about the project. He was streaming Roblox with a couple of his friends when his phone started ringing. He laughed it off, telling chat it was probably his mom, before looking down to see your name on the screen. Chat immediately noticed how wide his eyes became and started spamming questioning remarks in the chat. Alex quickly answered the phone and muted his stream, “Hey, Y/n/n. What’s up?”

“Our project?” You responded. “The one that we agreed to meet at the library for?”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I thought that was tomorrow!” He freaked out, moving to start ending the stream without addressing the chat. He sent a message to the group chat saying he had to leave urgently. He started shutting his monitors off, ran around his room, grabbing his school supplies, and ran out the front door to get to the library quickly. “I’m an asshole, I’m sorry!”

“No, don’t worry about it, Alex,” you reassured. “I got to get some good research in, and I think I have a few good ideas for our paper.”

“I still feel shitty that I made you wait,” Alex said, walking through the courtyard toward the library. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“How about this,” you proposed, “You do the whole slideshow, and we work together on writing the paper?”

“Deal, but I still feel bad,” He admitted. He paused for a second as he walked into the library before spotting you at the table and hanging up the phone. He approached the table, and set his bag down before he got an idea, “how about I also take you to dinner tonight?”

“Like as a date?” You asked.

“Yeah, as a date,” Alex responded, but stopped for a second before adding, “Unless you’re uncomfortable with that, then it can just be as friends, or as partners, but not like relationship partners, but work partners-”

“Alex, chill,” you cut his rambling off, “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

On your first date, he took you to McDonalds and the beach. Being the broke college students you were, he took you to McDonalds, and instead of eating at the McDonalds, you walked to the beach where you would watch the sunset. You guys stopped off at the pop shop on the corner and got classic sodas since the McDonalds was out of Sprite.

Getting to the beach, you took off your shoes once you started walking on the sand, and Alex took the lead in finding a good spot to sit to see the sunset. He ended up finding a cement table that no one was at, so he made a beeline for it. Setting the bags of food down, he turned around to grab the bottles from your hand, so you could sit at the table. “Is this a good spot?” “It’s perfect, Alex,” you responded, setting your bag down beside you as you sat down facing the ocean. Alex sat next to me, and we started eating our food. “So tell me, what were you doing when I called you?”

“Honestly, I was playing a video game with my friends,” Alex admitted. Honestly, he did not want to flat-out say he was streaming, so he settled for saying what he was doing. “No way, what game?” You responded, enthusiastically. “I love video games!”

“Really? We were playing Roblox, but we usually play GMod or Minecraft,” He answered with a smile. You did not look like the type of person to enjoy video games, but he learned to never judge a book by its cover.

“I love those games! If you ever need an extra, I’d be down to play with you guys,” you offered, turning to look at the ocean. The sun had just started to go down, and instead of looking out with you, Alex was staring at you. He did not know what he did to meet you, get partnered with you, or even get to take you out on a date. He definitely thought that not showing up for the project would cause you to hate him, but on the contrary, it brought you two closer. Alex was caught off guard when you suddenly looked at him, “you want to know something funny?”

“Sure,” he laughed lightly without even knowing what was funny.

You leaned in closer to Alex before whispering, “I am actually deathly afraid of oceans, but I love beaches.” Upon seeing Alex’s confused face, you started giggling to yourself.

“What?” He laughed in disbelief. “What do you mean?”

“Like I hate how deadly oceans are, and how we don’t know what’s in them. I’m afraid of the unknown,” You explained. “However, I love the significance of beaches. It’s halfway between land and ocean, but my parent and I would always throw bottles with letters into the ocean during monumental moments.”

“That’s interesting,” Alex responded. “Did you do one for your first day of college?”

“No,” you paused before looking away with a sigh, “my parent passed away a year ago, so I didn’t think it would be right to do it myself, y’know?”

“Well, what if I started doing it with you?” Alex offered. Your head shot over to look at him in questioning, seeing if he was lying or making fun of you. “I think it sounds really cool, and if it means so much to you, I’ll do it with you.”

“Wow really?” You gasped in shock. He just nodded in response with a small smile. You threw your arms around him, and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you back. “Thank you, Alex. That would be awesome.”

“I guess we have some letters to write,” He said pulling out a notebook and two pens. He ripped out a page for you and a page for him. At this point, the sun was almost entirely set, and the streetlights were illuminating the table.

08/04/2019

I don’t know how to start this…

Um, I guess I just started college and it’s been rough trying to balance school and streaming, but I’m getting there. My viewers have been growing recently so I’m thankful for that, but I also get so nervous because I think someone will recognize me in class. Hopefully, that doesn’t happen. Anyway, I also met Y/n, and holy shit, I want to be around them all the time. They’re just so interesting to be around, I might actually like them, but I’m not sure how they feel about me yet. We’ll see.

-Alex

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08/04/2019

To whoever finds this,

I started college a couple of weeks ago, and it’s been insane. The workload has not been nearly as bad as I thought, and the classes are so interesting! I’m really liking the college life so far. I met this guy, Alex, and he’s really nice. Except for the fact that he made me wait an hour for our PLANNED meeting for a project we have. Other than that, pretty good. Anyways, thanks random person who finds this!

~Y/N

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At some point, while writing your letter, you started shivering. The light jacket you brought to class was no match for the change of weather. Alex, however, noticed immediately and started moving closer to you; eventually, he moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder. Looking up from your letter, you smiled at him before leaning into him more as you rolled the paper up and put it in the now empty soda bottle. Alex already had his rolled up and put it inside the bottle, so once you got yours set, you both stood up and walked towards the shore.

“Throw it as far as you can, and hope it doesn't come back,” you laughed, chucking the bottle into the never-ending water. He laughed as well, throwing his toward the horizon.

On your third date, he asked you to be his significant other. The date was chill. He invited you over, you both cooked some steak, and then you watched a movie. You were currently sitting next to him, engrossed in the movie. It was one of Alex’s favorites, and afterward, you guys decided to watch your favorite movie. While you were focused on the TV, Alex was looking between you and the screen. He had his arm across the back of the couch, and he wanted to put it around your shoulder. He saw you shift slightly closer to him, so he took the chance and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You looked up at him before smiling and leaning deeper into his side as you looked back at the screen.

“You know, I really like you, Alex,” you said randomly as the credits rolled through.

“Like enough to level up?” He joked.

“Is that you asking me to be your significant other?” You laughed. He just smiled nervously with a pleading look in his eyes. “Of course!”

At some point during the second movie, you had fallen asleep. The original plan was to take you back to your apartment, but he did not have the heart to wake you up. Thus, he just picked you up, took you into his bedroom, and laid you on his mattress. He plugged in your phone and made sure your alarm was on since you had class in the morning. Instead of staying in there with you, he went back to the living room to sleep on the couch. He was not tired yet, but he remembered your first date when you told him that the bottle-throwing was for monumental moments. To him, this was a monumental moment.

10/13/2019

Wow, I did it.

I asked Y/n to be my significant other, and they said yes! If someone finds this bottle but not the others, here's a little backstory: Y/n and I met on our first day of college, and I fell for them, literally. We went on our first date a couple of months ago, and I can’t remember what it was like without them. I think I may love them, but right now, I’m just glad they’re my significant other. Maybe next, I’ll tell them what I do for a living.

-Alex

The next morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar room to your alarm. You sat up to look at it, and there was a note next to your phone.

Hey, had an early lecture. Feel free to stay as long as you want or eat anything in my fridge haha. I know you have a 12 o'clock lecture, so if you leave early or I’m not back, there’s a key on the kitchen counter. Take it with you <3 Alex

Cute.

On the first day of your second semester, he asked you to move in. You were already over at his place every night since he lived closer to campus, and you were going out every other night. It seemed like the next step, and you were more than happy to move in. Your roommates were, quite literally, from hell and your lease was up at the end of the month.

When he asked you, you were sitting at the beach on New Year's Eve, watching the fireworks. Something about fireworks on the beach just seemed better than watching the ball drop on TV before lighting a few small fireworks in your driveway. Plus, you guys didn’t spend a dime on fireworks; it was a free show. The only things you did buy were some dinner and sodas from the bottle shop. You two had been sitting at the same table as your first date, and when you finished eating, Alex pulled you closer to his side with his arm around your shoulders. “What’s your New Year’s resolution?” You asked, leaning into him as the wind blew a little harder. “I want to go to the gym, but with my schedule this semester, I don’t know if I’ll manage that.”

“I want to do more in my job,” he said vaguely. He still hadn’t told you about streaming, but he did say he was a public figure. “I’d also like to spend the next year with you, mi vida.”

“Wait, actually?” You gasped in shock. He nodded and smiled, looking intently at you. “I would spend every minute of every day with you if I could. I love you, Alex.”

“I’m glad you love me, too. It makes this next question easier,” he trails off, pulling away to grab both of your hands. He lifted them up to place small kisses along your knuckles. He took a deep breath before asking, “Would you like to move in with me?”

“What? Are you serious, Alex?” You retorted with wide eyes. You could not believe he wanted you to move in with him already.

“I mean-” he stumbled. “We could stay in the same room, or you can have the guest room! Either works for me, but don’t feel pressured to say yes! I’d hate for you to only say yes to make me happy because it wont-I mean, I’ll be happy if you do but I won't be upset if you say no-”

“Alex, slow down,” You cut off his rambling. He took a deep breath before looking into your eyes. “I would love to live with you, Alex.”

“Oh, no way?” He responded in shock. In all honesty, he did not think you would say yes despite hoping you would. You nodded with a smile as you leaned up to kiss him. He laughed into the kiss as everyone around you started cheering. Confused, you both pulled away and noticed the increase of fireworks and people kissing; it was January 1st, 2020. “Happy New Year, Y/n/n.”

“Happy New Year, Alex.”

01/01/2020

Happy New Year!

It’s the start of a new year and new beginnings! We are leveling up (Alex’s term, not mine!) our relationship and moving in together! We are also going into our next semester of uni, and we aren’t failing yet! I’ll take that as a win. Hopefully, nothing fucks up our plans haha

~Y/N and Alex

On your first month of living together, you walked into him editing a video. You thought he was working on an assignment, but you walked in and saw a video that he was editing on his screen. It was a Roblox video. At first, you thought he was watching a video, but when you noticed him n the facecam, you knew that was what he meant when he said he was a public figure.

“You make videos?” You asked, setting the plate of food that you made for him on his desk.

“Ah,” he screamed, not noticing you walk in. He flushed red with embarrassment, turning to face you. “Oh, um yeah?”

“So like youtube videos or do you stream as well?” You asked curiously as you moved to sit on his lap to look at the screen better. “I’m really interested to know more.”

“Yeah, youtube and twitch, and are you actually interested, or are you just saying that to not hurt my feelings?” His eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around your waist and turned to make you both face the screen.

“No, it's really cool!” You replied enthusiastically. “I have a lot of respect for content creators. Takes guts to be under that much pressure.”

“I did not think it was possible to love you any more than I already did, mi amor,” He laughed, turning your face to kiss your cheek. “Take a look at this, I’ve been working on this for weeks!”

“Oh so this is what you do instead of this ‘incredibly huge project’ I see,” You laughed.

“Shush and watch.”

02/14/2020

Holy shit, he’s popular! I walked in on Alex editing a video, and he told me that he's been posting youtube videos for YEARS! AND THEY’RE GOOD?! I have never been so proud to call this guy mine <3

~Y/n

On your second month of living together, you got stuck in lockdown. COVID-19 was raging in your area. So much so that classes were converted online, and the government mandate everyone stay at home.

To many, this would be the end of the world. To the two of you, you saw this as an opportunity. A chance for you to spend time together, for Alex to stream more, and for you to work on your assignments. You took more credits than Alex because you wanted to graduate early, so instead of having 12 credits like Alex, you are managing 23 credits.

“What’re you streaming?” You whispered as you walked into his recording room to ask. He had been in there all day, and you knew he had an assignment due the next day that he had not started.

“Hey,” He muted himself to chat. He wanted you to keep your privacy for as long as possible since he did not know your position on being introduced to chat. “Minecraft.”

“Oh, you should teach me to play one day,” You thought aloud.

“Whatcha need, mi hermoso?” He replied, looking over at you slightly.

“You’ve been in here for three hours, and you have an assignment due tomorrow that I know you haven’t started,” You explained. “I just wanna make sure you complete it on time.”

“Aw, thank you, cariño,” He smiled, endearingly, turning his attention back to his chat. He sees comments flying by, asking who he is talking to, why he was smiling, and a load of people being banned. He unmuted himself, “Alright guys, Imma head out. I have an assignment I forgot about, but I’ll stream in a couple of days with Sapnap and Karl, so look out for that. Later guys!” With that, he ends the stream and gets up to leave the room, pulling you with him. “I’ll work on it if you cuddle with me while I do it.”

“As long as you let me up to make dinner tonight and we go on a beach walk tonight. I want to leave the house, but I’m also craving enchiladas,” You posed, leading him to the living room where you already had his laptop charged and set on the couch.

“Deal,” he laughed, pulling you into a kiss. “You make the best enchiladas. Also, I will definitely teach you Minecraft.”

03/21/2022

Alex is gonna teach me Minecraft! I’ve never played before, so it will be interesting. From what I know, he builds and fights a lot, so it will be fun to learn both of them. Also, he needs to get better at remembering his assignments. If he can't remember assignment due dates, he might forget bigger dates like our anniversary. Hopefully not, but we’ll work on it haha

~Y/n

On your first stream, you pulled the biggest audience he’s ever had. Maybe that was because it was a Jackbox stream, maybe it was because 5/5 feral boys were there, maybe it was because of you, or maybe it was because Alex named the stream, “Jackbox with 5/5 and s/o.”

“Chat, chat, chat!” He started off. You could hear him in the room over, but you were in the discord call with his friends. They started talking about leaving the call or being silent when he joined.

“Hey, guys, that’s mean,” You reasoned. “He’s streaming!”

“I’m sorry, but who asked?”

“Who even are you?”

“Bro literally no one asked.”

“It’s funny.”

“It’s really not,” you said quietly. “He’s just trying to get content.”

“Well news flash,” the first guy said before shouting, “no one cares!”

“Karl what the fuck!” Alex yelled as he unmuted himself in the discord call. “Guys, this is Y/n, my s/o.”

“Oh shit,” Karl mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/n, it’s part of the joke.”

“Doesn’t sound like a joke to me,” You snapped with a small smile, remembering how one of Alex’s streams took 30 minutes to start because of this, “Sounds like bullying.”

“That’s just how we are. Get used to it,” the second guy said. In the call, the name ‘Sapnap’ lit up, so I knew it was one of Alex’s best friends.

“Ok you guys know who I am, so who are you?” You started as Alex began pulling up the game. “I know Sapnap and Karl, but who else is on this call?”

“I’m Dream,” the third guy responded. The profile picture that lit up was green, and you thought you remembered seeing a video for Dream on Alex’s recommended page.

“You should know who I am, Alex probably talks about me a lot,” a British guy boasts.

“You’d be surprised,” You admitted. “He talks a lot about Sap and Karl, but he never talks about a British guy.”

“Quackity, what is wrong with you!” He screams. “You don’t talk about me?”

“Jesus Christ, I do, but I never mentioned that you were British,” Alex explained with a laugh. “Y/n/n, that’s George.”

“Oh, Gogy!” You exclaimed with recognition. “Are we gonna get started or not?”

“Yeah, but no pandering or I swear to god-”

05/09/2020

The first stream, the best stream? I mean it went well. I won a couple of games, but I learned very quickly that pandering toward Dream and George worked out almost 100 percent of the time in quiplash. I also DEMOLISHED Alex in madverse city. His autotune was no match for my roasts.

~Y/n

On your first anniversary, you streamed. You guys were still in lockdown, and you had been appearing in almost every stream since your first appearance. The chat loved you, and they loved the playful bickering between you and Alex. Today’s stream was a Spanish stream. Alex thought it would be funny to react to Spanish soap operas with you, and you did not have a problem with it.

“Oh my god, chat! She cheated on him!” You gasped into the microphone. “He’s never going to forgive her.”

“Hey, maybe he’ll give her the benefit of the doubt,” Alex countered. You two sat in silence for a few seconds, looking at each other, and challenging each other’s ideas, before breaking into laughter. You leaned back into him from your spot on his lap as he kissed your head. “Let’s just keep going. Chat, clip that.”

“Oh my god, chat no!” You shouted as Alex laughed and pressed play on the video. Turns out, the man was also cheating on the woman with her mom. Alex and I both gasped dramatically when this was revealed. Then, the woman, revealed that the man she was cheating on him with was his dad. We gasped again, but it got even worse. The scene faded to the man’s dad and the woman’s mom on a romantic dinner. That was the end of the season. “Jesus Christ, chat”

“Plot twist,” Alex signed with wide eyes. “What if the plot of the next season is that they’re siblings?’

“Ew, oh my god, Alex no!”

10/13/2020

One year. Wow. That’s all I have to say. What did I do to deserve them?

-Alex

On your second anniversary, Alex started thinking you were it for him. You did not care that he had, unintentionally and accidentally, agreed to be in Tommy’s lore stream, so he was in his office all day. When he finally came out at almost 10 PM, you were passed out on the couch as if you were waiting for him. He looked in the kitchen and found a plate of enchiladas in the microwave for him. He smiled to himself before going to lift you off the couch. You stirred a little but did not actually wake up, so he took you into your shared room to lay you on the bed. He did not want you to hurt your neck from the way you were laying, and he would be in there right after he ate. As he was about to leave, he heard the bed start moving, so he turned around to see your eyes opening.

“Alex, how was the stream?” You mumbled, sleepily.

“Great, it turned out better than expected, but you go back to sleep. I’m gonna go eat and I’ll be back in here,” He whispered, coming up to the side of the bed to push some hair away from your eyes.

“No,” you whined. Alex laughed at you as you lifted your arms for him to carry you. “I wanna stay with you.”

“I’m just going to eat, mi vida” he chuckled lightly, trying to tuck you into the bed. “Stay here.”

“No it’s our anniversary, and I wanna be with you,” you pleaded. “Are you gonna deny me what I want on our anniversary?”

He rolled his eyes, but he knew you would not let it go. Thus, he caved, “Fine, hold on.” He moved to pick you back up from the bed to take you to the kitchen with him. Despite knowing you would probably fall asleep again, he did not think you would be out cold by the time he made it to the kitchen. He still did not let you go, though.

He navigated the kitchen with one arm wrapped around you while still trying to eat. As he was finishing up, you started mumbling in your sleep, but he thought you were talking to him. “Hmm?”

“Alex,” you whispered. He waited for you to continue, but then he realized that your eyes were still closed. He chuckled before rubbing up and down your back for a couple of seconds before you said, “I do.”

His heart stopped. He was freaking out. Did you know that he was thinking of proposing? No. Simple. No one knows he was thinking of it. He has not told any of his friends or family that he had even started thinking about it. Now, he knew.

He was going to propose to you.

On your third anniversary, you and Alex had nothing planned. No streams and no assignments. Everything just seemed to work out for you to actually do something romantic for your anniversary However, you two had very different descriptions of romantic.

“Why are we at McDonalds?” You laughed from the passenger seat of Alex’s car as he pulled into the parking lot. “I thought we were going somewhere fancier.”

“I thought it would be cute to recreate our first date,” he explained as he shut the car off. Suddenly he looked super nervous, but you did not notice. “We could do something else if you want?”

“Oh no, that really cute actually,” you laughed, pulling off your seatbelt. Before you could open your door, Alex was on the other side, holding it open for you with his hand for you to take. “Oh gracias, mi hermoso.”

You both went inside and ordered the exact same things as on your first date. Coincidentally enough, they were still out of sprite, so you made your way to the pop shop after you got your orders as you walked down toward the beach. The same table was open, so once you guys made it to the sand, you made a beeline for the table.

“Huh, just like last time,” you laughed as you set everything down.

“What’re the odds?” Alex also laughed as he set his stuff down.

There was only one difference between your first date and this one: it was lightly earlier. When you arrived at the beach, the sun had not begun setting yet. When you finished eating was when the sky started changing colors to oranges and pinks.

Over time, Alex had been helping you get over your fear of the ocean by walking closer and closer to the water. Today was the day that he was determined to get you in the water, even if it was just your feet. “What do you say?” He asked after explaining everything. “I’ll be with you the whole time, and I won't leave your side.”

“Okay, you’re lucky I trust you,” You laughed, grabbing his hand as you both stood up from the table and started walking toward the waves. Unbeknownst to you, Alex had gotten a few of his friends to help take pictures and a bottle. He wanted to make it seem like a bottle came back from the shore and in it, he would ask you to marry him. Unbeknownst to Alex, that would not work out as he planned.

As you walked down to the water, you talked about random topics, but once you reached the cold sand, you froze. You looked scared towards Alex, and he looked at you encouragingly. He let go of your hand to run ahead into the water that was barely covering his feet, hoping that seeing the level of water would ease your mind. “I don’t know, Alex. It seemed like a better idea when I wasn’t right at it.”

“Trust me, it’s not deep, mi amor,” he soothed. “You’ll be fine-” He kept going but you became distracted by a shining object floating on an upcoming wave. “Y/n/n?”

“Ooo what’s that?” Completely forgetting about the water, you rushed to grab the object which turned out to be a bottle. “Oh my god, Alex! It’s a bottle with a note! Let’s read it.” You excitedly ripped the top off and pulled out the rolled paper. Alex thought that it was the one his friend planted, but as soon as he saw the date, he knew it was a different one.

06/15/2021

I’m gonna do it. I am going to marry them. I love Y/n. I cannot deny that anymore. I love everything about them; their smile, their intelligence, their humor, their witty comebacks, their cooking, their personality, and most importantly, I just love them. They are the best person I could have ever met, and I cannot imagine my life without them. I know many will say that it’s too soon to know, but honestly, I feel like I’ve always known they were the one for me. I could never even fathom my life without them. That being said, mark my words random person reading this, I will marry Y/n.

-Alex

“Alex?” You gasped in shock as you turned to him to find him on his knee with a ring in his hand.

“I think the note speaks for itself,” he laughed, looking up at you, nervously. “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

“Jesus Christ, of course, I will!”

On your wedding night, you streamed. What else were you going to do? Your flight to Bali was not until the morning, and you were both running on adrenaline. This time, you did an IRL Jackbox stream with your bridal parties. Alex had the feral boys, and you had your best friends, and you all competed against each other in a little not-so-friendly competition. Everyone was still in their outfits from the wedding, and chat was raving about it.

“Quackity, tell us how you proposed,” a text-to-speech bot voiced a donation as we started up the lobby.

“Let’s just say,” he started to build suspense, “it started and ended with a bottle.”

~~~~~

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 2: An Interesting First Day

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I have posted more of this story on A03 and Wattpad. The links are pinned if it is easier to read on those sites!

"Why are you so bummed about getting stuck with Snape? Don't you have a thing for him?" My best friend Edwin asked as he piled a heaping spoonful of potatoes onto his already overflowing plate. My eyes widened "Shh! That is a secret!." I smack his arm and he chuckles. "Don't be worried, maybe you'll grow on him." I smiled at him weakly, quickly glancing at the teachers table. Snape sat quietly beside Professor Flitwick, the look of disdain that is normally plastered on his face is still present while he is eating and seemingly ignoring whatever Flitwick was saying to him.

Before I had the chance to look away, his eyes flicked up to mine and my heart flipped in my chest. I smiled awkwardly at him and quickly returned my gaze to the plate of half eaten food in front of me. “Do you want to go to the library before curfew? I need to go over some herbology notes and the common room is too bloody loud.” Edwin asked and I nodded. We both stood, waving goodbye to a few of our friends before heading out of the Great Hall and to the Library.

I sat with Edwin in the library for about an hour, leaning my head on my hand as he read through his Herbology notes. “So, how are you planning to deal with Ol’ Snapey? You going to just do as your told and hope for the best or are you actually going to try to make him not hate you?” Edwin asked, glancing up from his notes for a second. I rolled my eyes. “He doesn't hate me… he hates everyone.” Edwin cut in “Especially Gryffindors.” I sighed and folded my arms on the desk, laying my head face down into the darkness they created. “What am I going to do Eddie, he is either going to make my life miserable or come up with some excuse to get rid of me quickly.” I spoke, adjusting my position so my cheek was laying on my folded arms. “Just be the best assistant you can be, don't give him a reason to sack you.”

We didn't stay in the library much longer before we decided to head to the common room to get ready for bed. The castle was quite peaceful after nightfall, it has been a bit noisy the first few weeks due to the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang occupying the school in addition to the usual few hundred Hogwarts students. Edwin and I walked together, talking absentmindedly about different topics but were stopped suddenly when the dungeon bat himself swooped out from one of the side hallways. “And what do you two think you are doing out this close to curfew?” He growled and Edwin and I looked quickly at each other and then back to the looming professor blocking our way forward. “W-we were just in the library Professor Snape, we are heading back to our dormitory now.” I spoke quickly, stumbling slightly over my words, his eye contact with me never wavering. “Very well, straight to Gryffindor Tower with the both of you.” Snape spoke, with his usual disgust at the mere word Gryffindor. I nodded, grabbing Edwins arm, whispering a quick “Goodnight Professor.” before returning on our walk to our dorms.

***THE NEXT MORNING***

Today was going to be my first day as Snape’s assistant, and as the day went on I grew progressively more nervous. After history of magic, I met Edwin outside of the long spiral staircase to the dungeons and we walked into double potions together. We would be brewing Draught of Peace in our next lesson this week, which meant the first of our two hours consisted of a lecture from Snape about the dos and don'ts of brewing and the possible consequences if we were to do it wrong, and the second was writing a two rolls of parchment on the potion to be turned in before we left his classroom. I handed Edwin my essay to turn in with his before the bell rang. Edwin shot me a thumbs up before he exited the classroom, leaving me alone with the very grumpy looking potions master.

I flinched slightly when he stood up from his desk, and walked towards me. “Follow me Astrill, I need to retrieve a few things from my private stores.” I nodded and followed him out of the classroom, walking beside him to the storage closet a few corridors down. We stopped at a door and he turned and glared at me. “Reveal this to anyone and I will see to it that you are expelled immediately.” I nodded “Yes sir.” He turned away from me and pulled his wand from his sleeve, mumbling something under his breath and the lock on the door clicked open. He pushed the door open and walked inside the tiny closet, flicking his wrist, igniting the candles on the ceiling fixture. I stood in the doorway of the little room, admiring the top to bottom shelves on all sides, filled with all types of rare and common potion ingredients. Snape climbed the ladder that rested on the back wall of shelves. He grabbed a few bits and bobs from the shelves handing them out to me to hold.

Once he had gathered everything he needed he stepped down from the ladder, motioning for me to leave the closet as he closed and locked the door. As we began the walk to the classroom Snape finally spoke up, “You are rather… quiet for a Gryffindor.” I gave him a tight lipped smile “My Grandfather believes that children should be seen and not heard. I guess even here the rules of his house are ingrained.” Snape glanced over at me, he looked a bit taken aback by my honesty. “Ah yes, Iferous Rosbell, Head of Magical Law Enforcement. He seems to be a… charming man.” His voice dripped with sarcasm and I chucked quietly. “He is a bit prickly. But when my parents died, he took me in and has cared for me ever since.”

As we arrived at the classroom I placed my arm full of ingredients on Snape’s desk. We still had about thirty minutes until class started so we spent that time placing cauldrons and the ingredients we gathered on each workbench for the cure for boils they would be brewing. We finished just in time for the mixture of first years from every house filed cautiously into the classroom. Snape pulled a chair up to the side of his desk for me to sit in while he instructed the students on what they would be doing, informing them if they had any questions we would both be available.

The class went smoothly, aside from a young Hufflepuff girl almost blowing up her potion by switching the order of her stewed horned slugs with her flobberworm mucus. After I caught the mistake and corrected her, Snape of course called her a dunderhead in front of the whole class, making the poor girl sink into her chair from embarrassment. Once Snape walked away, I patted her shoulder and told her “Everyone makes mistakes on this one, my first year, I actually ruined the whole potion by stirring counterclockwise instead of clockwise and he called me an imbecile.” She thanked me for being kind just before the bell rang to end class. “Do you need any help with anything before I leave Professor?” I asked as I placed the last cauldron in its cabinet. He looked over at me as he cleaned his chalkboard, “After dinner I require assistance grading the essays from your class. You will meet me here at precisely 8:15.” I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and giving him a nod “Yes sir.” I said before exiting the classroom and making my way to my last class of the day, transfiguration

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Unravelled - [ZHONGLI X READER]

A/N: Day one of kinktober!! I apologize it's so late in the day compared to some. I had to finish it up as i've been very sick the past week. (hence why it's extremely rushed sounding.) I hope it's still good! <3 Word count: 1636 Characters: Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Gender neutral/undisclosed gendered reader. Contains: Submissive top Zhongli, unspecified gendered dom bottom reader, long plot, pet names instead of y/n, drinking wine, spanking, handjobs, blowjobs, masturbation, hair pulling, praise, and BRIEF aftercare.

PROMPTS: spanking, praise kink.

The golden sun set upon Liyue harbour. The fall breeze was chilled; blowing Zhongli’s brown locks side-to-side. It was about 6:30 PM when the man was sitting in front of the funeral parlour, awaiting your arrival. Prior to this evening, the pair of you scheduled plans to meet up after he was finished organizing his tasks, which he had finished nearly fifteen minutes ago.

“Zhongli! Sorry I’m late!” You said, waving your hand towards the tall male. He smiled and stood up to greet you with a hug. As of today, you had been going out with the elegant male for roughly 4 months, and each date had ended beautifully with tons of memories you often recalled.

“No worries. Where did you want to go this evening, my dear?” He questioned, removing his body from the embrace to grab and caress your hand. More often than not, he surprises you on dates he planned with lots of thought in mind, so offering you the opportunity placed a smile on your face.

“I’m not sure... maybe we could get dinner somewhere? Then go back to where you’re staying and have some drinks?” You weren’t very picky when it came to dates with Zhongli. Even if they’re usually very planned, the smallest of get-togethers left your heart fluttering with excitement for the next time you got to see him.

The adeptus allowed a slight grin to form on his face, “Works for me.” He pulled your arm upwards and placed a gentle peck to the soft skin on your hand. You passed him a nod in response, a light blush dusting your cheeks from the romantic gesture he presented to your skin. With a swift motion, his body turned away from you to face the illuminating lights from the city; the gold glow defined his face, eyes, and hair, a look you wished you could capture with a camera to keep forever.

“Let’s get on our way,” Zhongli began, grabbing the same hand he had previously kissed, to lead you away from the building towards the city. He continued, “I don’t want to waste any time we have together.” As the soft glow illuminated your own features, his eyes were visibly sneaking glances at your beauty, mesmerised by how it reflected off of you so delicately. Zhongli guided you towards the direction of the bridge leading to Wanmin restaurant. You both frequented there; Xiangling’s dishes never disappointed.

After you both ordered your desired meals and ate them, Zhongli paid for your dishes. His smooth hands against your own as he gently pulled you from your seat. He was so kind and careful with you; your friends have said how lucky you were to have the adeptus leader as your boyfriend. Not long after, the pair of you arrived at Wangshu Inn. Zhongli had been staying there for a short while, he loved the view from the place, and would often find himself staying a couple nights.

Walking through the lobby to the stairs, the tall male led you through the Inn towards the room he was inhabiting. It had a balcony facing the rest of Liyue; he loved this room dearly and would always make sure it was the one he was given. The door of the room stood tall in front of the both of you, but it was soon to be opened as you heard the door knob click under Zhongli’s hand. He stepped to the side, allowing your entry, “After you, Dear.” The Adepti said, following you shortly after.

The former archon loomed in the dark room as you took a seat on the soft bed sheets. The Inn rooms didn’t have chairs, but neither of you minded, the bed was comfortable anyways. Zhongli hit the switch of the dim lamp in the room, the light set a calm romantic mood, not too bright, a calm dull yellow. You sighed as you relaxed into the ambiance, “I assume you got drinks with the room?”

“Indeed,” He replied, bending over to the cabinet holding two bottles of wine and glasses. He removed a bottle, opening the top and pouring it into the two glasses which now rested on the top of the cabinet. “If you would like more than this bottle, let me know. I don’t mind sharing my second as well.” You smiled as he passed you one of the drinks, both of you beginning to sip at them not long after.

A few drinks in, it was beginning to get to you. You felt your face and body heat up, Zhongli in a similar state himself. For the past while, your conversation had drifted to a place of sexual boundaries. It wasn’t long before you learned Zhongli was a lot more into BDSM than you could have imagined. Things were moving quickly, but neither of you minded.

Your wine glasses were discarded to the bedside table, and Zhongli was hovering over you as your heavy breaths hitched. “Are you sure about this, dear?” he asked in between gentle kisses he placed on your chest, cheeks, and neck. You hummed, nodding in response. His request was to try spanking you. You weren’t sure if pain was your thing, but you knew Zhongli was far too kind to hurt you badly. With that, you got into position. Your body slumped over his knee, your ass revealed from your half-off pants. His large slim fingers caressed the plush skin on your ass; the calm before the storm.

A swift and sharp slap erupted onto your ass, you screamed out from the impact. His hands returned to caressing the now red skin; the pain melted into pleasure. “I love to see you unravel beneath me. You’re doing so good, you’re to die for.” He said while inflicting another quick swipe to your behind. Tears welled in your eyes as your screams of pain turned to screams of pleasure and want. His words left your ears turning red, some pale pink dusting your face as well.

You panted deep breaths when he slapped you a final time, bringing your body upright to straddle him. You felt the hard tent beneath you, he was so big that all you could do was stare at him shocked. This wasn’t the first time you were intimate with him, but it definitely felt more real. His hand snaked behind your head, tangling his digits in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.

“Be good for me and use your hand on me.” He said, licking his upper lip as he looked into your lust filled eyes. You complied, reaching your hand beneath you shakily to palm at his bulge. He groaned from the friction of your gentle touch against his tight clothes restricting his length. You undid his pants, freeing his erection to your view. He sighed in relief, but it was soon replaced with whimpers from your touch. You wrapped your hand around his length, slowly stroking it.

“Sweetheart… so good. You’re so good, don’t stop.” he praised, tilting his head back as more pathetic whimpers escaped his lips. You smirked at the sudden submission from the usual uptight and formal individual. Your other hand was against his chest; you slid it down until it joined your other. One hand you stroked him, the other you teased his tip, thumb rubbing gently against his slit. He groaned and whimpered, his vicious panting was unmistakable.

“Please… My dear, more. You’re so good, such a good little thing.” He begged. You slid down off of him onto your knees. Your hand was still around his dick, but the other hand was replaced by your tongue. He gasped, his head shooting back up to look down at you. He grabbed at your hair, clenching it in his fist. “You’re so beautiful like this… please. You’re so good.” He whimpered as you slipped his whole tip into your mouth.

You removed your hand, giving yourself room to begin bobbing your head on him. He groaned once his dick entered your throat. Light gags left you as you tried to swallow it back to ease your reflex. Once settled, you stuffed him in until your nose practically hit his lower stomach. He moaned out, loudly, praising you. You gave him what he wanted and sped up giving him more, his precum’s taste filling your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as the roles completely reversed. It was him who would be unravelling beneath you.

Despite your behind still aching from his inflictions, something else was aching. You reached your hand between your legs to give yourself some attention as well. The feeling Zhongli fucking your mouth and your hand teasing yourself left you desperately moaning and whimpering on his dick.

“Please… I'm so close.” he groaned, bucking his hips up into your mouth. You sped up your masturbation, squirms and moans coming from both of you. You felt him tense up, your body doing the same. “I’m cum… cumming!” he whimpered as he tried to get it out before he finished, he failed. His cum spilled into your mouth; you struggled to swallow it all down. Seconds after, you came as well, removing your mouth from him.

“That was delightful, my dear. You did amazingly, thank you…” he said exhaustedly, reaching his hand to help you up. Your knees were red, probably forming bruises. He brought you into the room’s bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it to wipe your cum off of your body and his own from your lips. His sincere smile warmed your heart. He pulled you into a hug before placing two gentle kisses to your forehead. “Let’s go rest. We can clean our drinks in the morning.” He said, bringing you back to the soft bed.

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inkybloom-luv · 10 months

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Words Unsaid 12, so there's school festivals here too?

Heya guys! Today there's another setup chapter for you cuties! The chapters will come out slower now as I have not yet read chapter 5 completely so please give me time to do so! In the meantime I'd like to know if drabble requests are something you guys would be interested in.

Slight Chapter 5 spoilers!

Part 1 Part 11 Masterpost Part 13

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Even though he slept less than usual Jamil felt strangely energetic today. Perhaps it was because he'd slept the best he had in a while or straight up because he woke up next to Inky. It was such a simple thing but he'd be lying if he didn't wish it would happen more, just because of how nice it felt. Is it bad he wished the prefect would have more nightmares only so he could hold her..? Probably. But as it stood, this was the only way he was able to act on his own feelings. Not like he didn't know Inky had feelings for him before his Overblot but he doubted it was love, now that he'd done what he did. Still he hopes and dreams as he stirred the non-proverbial pot of curry in front of him. It was one of the dishes he was making for lunch. He was making something else for Kalim, of course, as Kalim obviously didn't like curry.. but Jamil and Inky could have it, especially since the prefect did say one time she really wanted to eat something Jamil made and admitted in the same sentence that they've been looking to try more foreign food like different curries. Also in that sentence they said that anything Jamil made would be more than satisfactory though.

At the same time that day Kalim was at a housewarden meeting, simply to discuss the future event that would be held soon. The National Arcane Academy Cultural Fair. It was a yearly event mostly consisting of artistic type events like poetry slams, research presentations and, the most well known part of it all, the SDC. The SDC, or Song & Dance Championship, was a contest for singers and dancers, basically any musical talent, to go up on stage, by themselves or in a group, and show their aforementioned talent to the world to show who was the best of the participants that year. The winners would get not only a monetary prize but also a ticket to stardom. Of course that ticket to stardom wasn't exclusive to first place but they had the best chance.

Riddle, who was head of the planning committee was rambling on and on about the details but the report was necessary. Turns out both Vil Schönheit and Neige LeBlanche would be participating this year as well, which meant extra press coverage for the school. Crowley was delighted about this of course and put up audition posters through negotiation with Vil that very same day. They were plastered all over a few notice boards, especially the one in the cafeteria. By lunchtime it was surrounded by people, which had sent Ace, Deuce and Grim to check it out. Inky stayed seated with Jamil and Kalim, though the occasional glance was thrown their way, since she was pally with Kalim as well as Jamil, who had literally tried to off them over the winter holidays that ended recently. Not that Inky really cared.

Unfortunately she did have to tear herself away from the Scarabian duo as she had class duty along with Deuce for the upcoming alchemy lesson and Ace was tagging along to chat. Speaking of Kalim and Jamil, that was where the conversation drifted, though grim did most of the talking.

"Seriously, first he tries to manipulate and kill you and now you're friends? Kinda weird if you ask me" Ace commented.

"Don't call my hench-human weird! Besides, it's not like he hasn't apologized and more. He's been taking care of me and Inky very well, Kalim also..! I think my henchman and I can decide who we, mostly I as a great mage, will spend our time with!"

"Thank you Grim.. I think that gets the point across. Besides.. Jamil is really nice to me, I like him a lot" The two half-students said, one confirming the other.

"What, you're still crushing on the guy? How? He literally gave you a massive scar on your arm, he could have ended you..!" Ace once again protested.

"And again, he apologized."

"You believe that?"

"Yes and you know next to nothing about him so I won't be hearing another word out of you about this..!" The prefect said, anger lacing into her stern tone, sending ace a small glare.

"Alright alright, I'll shut up" He said, though not happy about it. Before their conversation continued though, they were promptly distracted by singing.

"Who's singing? It sounds really nice" Deuce said as they listened, right after though, the singer seemed to choke up on their own voice, which sounded less than healthy. So, with slight concern, the group closed in on where the sounds were coming from, the well in the school courtyard.

Upon approach they met another first year, his name was Epel Felmier. He had lavender hair and blue eyes, his stature was small and skinny but well balanced, his skin was pale too and he spoke in a generally soft voice, unless some sort of accent came out that Inky personally could not place. All went well until they were interrupted by the Pomefiore housewarden Vil Schönheit. He had a regal presence, something like a king or queen in a sense that he was confident and knowledgeable in a few areas. Basically a perfect upperclassman if it weren't for his temper at that moment. Vil was upset that Epel was not training so he wanted to move Epel somewhere else so he wouldn't get interrupted. This went over wrong with Ace as well as Deuce as they misinterpreted Vil's tone and words. The fight that ensued wasn't even that long as Vil was vastly better at his magic than those two unfortunate souls.

The end result was an utter defeat which gave Vil the opportunity to leave with the lavender haired boy. Though not before the latter waved goodbye to Inky as she ushered Ace and Deuce up on their feet to clean themselves up and check for scrapes. She did wave back though. They went to Professor Crewel's lab and classroom, setting up the next lesson with the instruction of the teacher. In the midst of this, another student came in.

This girl was pale as can be and her hair was back length and white. She was rather short as well.

"Hello professor Crewel! I'm here to deliver those late project papers you asked me to go get" Her voice rang through the room as she grinned in a friendly way, waving to the first year trio that was setting up.

"Poor guy was really under the weather, caught a stomach bug or something but he'll be fine. He's over the worst of it according to the nurse, he needs a day or two to recover properly."

"Good girl, thank you for informing me. You have a free period now, yes? Why don't you sit in on the first years and help out? I could use a helping hand to whip these bumbling pups into shape and you're on the school's student tutoring program, so you'd be a good fit." Crewel said, to which the pretty student agreed as he explained what they would be doing during the class period.

It gave Inky the ability to look at her a little more closely. She had facial piercings and some on her ears. The ones on her face were a septum and a lip ring as far as Inky could tell. She didn't wear a blazer, had her sleeves rolled up and her purple vest was open. She wore her white blouse tied up in a way that it would expose her stomach, though not in a war that was inappropriate. She wore a shorter skirt variant at her hips that ended above her knees and flip flops as her footwear. It left a lot of questions as to how she wasn't cold. Then again it wasn't too cold, simply chilly.. she dressed like it was summer though. She had jewelry too, a few rings, a choker and a necklace, an anklet, two bracelets and on her other arm she wore her Pomefiore Armband, except she had it tied more around her wrist than anything, like another bracelet.

That lesson was over quickly, and it was fairly nice. Turns out the student's name was Alani and she helped out around the classroom after having changed into appropriate gear. She was a Pomefiore third year apparently and had heard about the prefect from Leona, whom she visited during spelldrive practice after school occasionally so she could exercise with them. She was good at explaining things and this included her clothing. Apparently she was dressed the way she was because it was usually hot or at least warm here compared to her homeland, which was very far up north. In conclusion the lesson was lovely and after all the cleanup the prefect even managed to get Alani's number, for emergencies or if Inky ever really needed or wanted something.

The rest of the school day went off without a hitch as well, only really starting to pick up the pace when ace and Deuce along with grim decided they would contact this 'Rook' character to get an audition appointment.

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blooming-violets · 2 years

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HI KATIEEE HOW ARE YOU, MY LOVE, my Andrew hyper fixation came back so I'm going to try to interact again, ALSO I MISSED U AND YOUR WRITING KSBFWKNGLDNGSLFNSKNFNFSL

ALSO GUESS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IS TODAY (obviously mine but it already started in the worst way, my friends forgot my birthday)

-🌸

Your friends are trash and rude and undeserving of your amazingness. I think about you all the time and anytime you pop up in my inbox my heart does a happy dance. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY. I WILL SEND YOU ALL THE KISSES.

Here is a birthday present in the shape of a 2am tiny fluff piece of Peter Parker entitled:

The Birthday Girl

You had been ordered to sit alone in your bedroom with the door closed while Peter fiddled around with something on the other side. You could hear the sound of pots and pans clanging together followed by the occasional curse of anger. Judging from the smell, he was the process of cooking your breakfast and burning it. He couldn't hide the obvious smoke smell filling up your small apartment. You were pretty sure you also heard the fire alarm go off once for a brief second before he quickly silenced it.

You stood at the bedroom door and yelled through, "Can I come out yet? I'm bored! It's been almost an hour! You can't keep me prisoner forever!"

Another string of curses hit your ears and you chuckled quietly to yourself at his frustration.

"No!" Peter snapped back. "Shut up and stay put, dammit! I'm almost done!"

You rolled your eyes with a smile, not taking his annoyance seriously, and taking a seat back on the edge of the bed. Along with being told that you must stay locked in the bedroom, he also ordered you to stay in your pajamas. You were not allowed to get dressed under any circumstances. He wanted you to be comfy and cozy.

Finally the door knob jiggled and the door was kicked opened more violently than you would have appreciated. Peter stood in the hallway, his arms full of a large tray covered in various breakfast items, and balancing two full glasses of drinks on his finger tips. In his mouth he held a single red rose. Any ordinary person would not have been able to carry all that in trip but Peter was not ordinary. Your eyes widened at display in front of you.

"You were su'osed to stay in 'ed, dummy." He mumbled around the rose stem, trying to carefully avoid the thorns.

You knew there was one other rule you had forgotten, "Breakfast in bed, right, right. I get it." You giggled. "Let me help you."

You jumped up to grab the tray of food but he shooed you away with his foot. Instead, he placed the tray nicely on the foot of the bed and the glasses on the side table. He ushered you back into the bed but not before dropping the rose in your hand and pecking your lips with a smile.

Peter quickly straightened up and got into character as the dotting waiter.

"Good morning, miss. On today's menu we have the birthday girl's favorite chocolate chip pancakes topped with homemade whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles. On the side, I've got scrambled eggs. They were meant to be sunny side up but the chef struggled this morning and they turned into a lovely scramble instead. There's also some bacon. Charred to a crisp, once again, due to our chef's inability to multitask. Fresh fruit, cut up in perfectly bite sized pieces for that refreshing burst of fruity flavor in the morning. Unfortunately the toast is no longer on the menu as there was an incident where the toaster may have flew out the window in a fit of frustrated rage after burning the fifth piece of toast attempted to be made. But, alas, the meal was made with nothing but love and served to perfection. Please, enjoy."

Your mouth dropped, "Peter...you did not throw our toaster out the window, did you? Not again."

He cleared his throat and shot you a guilty smile, "Not me, miss. That would be something you should take up with the chef."

"Oh my god." You shook your head in disbelief. You'd never met someone who got into more fights with household appliances than Peter Parker did. You sighed, accepting your poor toasters fate. "Well, what made it out of the kitchen looks delicious. Will the waiter and/or chef be joining me this morning to eat?"

"Don't you have a handsome, sexy, beautiful, wonderful, amazing boyfriend who might care to join you instead?"

You pulled the tray of food closer to you and scooped up a big bite of pancakes, "Nope. Just me. And you. My sexy waiter chef man."

"Then I suppose I'll have to join you. I can't have the birthday girl sitting alone on her birthday!" Peter ran to other side of the bed and rolled on, causing some of the scrambled eggs to spill off the plate and onto the sheets. He quickly plucked them up and popped them in his mouth. "I'll wash the sheets later. Also, don't eat the eggs. These are terrible. And crunchy. Did I leave shells in the pan?" He made a face of disgust at the eggs he was chewing in his mouth.

You laughed, "The pancakes are wonderful. Have some of those instead. I can't eat six pancakes, Pete. I'm assuming most of these are actually meant for you?" You scooped some onto your fork and stuck them in Peter's mouth.

His eyes widened in happiness at the taste, "Oh yeah. These are the shit. I did good on those because I knew you liked them most. Then I just kept making them and couldn't stop. There's about twenty more still out in the kitchen."

"You're insane. And I'm sure your crunchy eggs and burned bacon aren't that bad either." You leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you. This is wonderful. I love it. No one's ever made me breakfast in bed before."

"This is just the start of your birthday adventure. First it's breakfast in bed in your pajamas. There's also mimosas. I forget that part. I may have already tried a few glasses to make sure they were up to your standards. They're really good. I think you will approve. Then you get to take a shower with yours truly." He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a devilish smile as you rolled your eyes with a laugh. "Then we are going out. It's a surprise. I'm not telling you where. I'm not going to ruin it no matter how hard you try to interrogate me. These lips are sealed tight. I will surprise you this time."

"I'll get it out of you in the shower," you replied, having no doubt that Peter would spill the beans the second you got him naked. He was terrible at keep secrets from you.

"That's not playing fair," he whined, knowing you were right. He leaned over to attack your neck with kisses. "I'm going to spoil you all day long. You wait, it's going to be the best birthday you've ever had. You're going to be so impressed with me by the time the day is over. Best birthday ever, a Peter Parker promise."

#asks #tasm #tasm x reader #a lil birthday blurb for you my sweet baby #happy birthday!!#im sorry your friends suck #don't let their lameness dictate how wonderful you are #they are not a reflection of you

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I thought I had you figured out | OUAT AU Series 🌙

Summary: The curse has broken, yet both sides of the family are torn apart once again. One half in the enchanted forest and the other in FighterTown, what else can go wrong?

Pairing: Nikolai x Mia, Liane x Ethan, Jeremy x Cole

Platonic Pairing: Joshua & Bella

Timeline: Post--Don’t Give Up On Me fic & Present Day fics

Season: 2

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A/N: I got inspired by a concept, I always had for Mia in the MCU as she isn’t much of a sleeper anymore after she gets her own upgrade from normal human to mutant. And with the recent rewatch of clips and my own sleepless nights, it only seems fitting. One of theses days I gotta stop traumatizing my OCs I swear 😂 BUT NOT TODAY!

Note: You guys can keep going with the tale and see who they meet in the forest fic. Or what’s happening in The Town fic hehe

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~Flashback~

In the early morning air, the coldest temperature would bring the cozy atmosphere within small home. It was pouring outside, which made everything feel more colder than expected. It's been 2 weeks since the daring adventure and their wild saves.

It was good. In two weeks they were gonna be going to a ball, dancing and drinking the night away.

But the couple wasn't in peace, yet. They couldn't quite get a good deal of sleep.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands rested on the sink behind her as she let out a sigh. Her sleeping curse was gone but still, she held nightmares of being trapped in a blackened room filled with deep fire, no windows or doors, just a narrow hallway.

Side effects of the sleeping curse.

She was in her thoughts when a pair of arms wrapped behind her humming and kissed her shoulder. She smiled tiredly, leaning into his chest and kissed his cheeks.

Nicholas has known about Amelia's nightmares for a while now, cursing his brother and that stupid curse, as he tried to calm her worries. He had his own nightmares. Dark thoughts and fears in those nightmares, he didn't care to admit, yet he knew that she knew about them. As she would hush his worries, let him cuddle in her arms and just listen even if he didn’t reveal everything.

He breath her in natural scent and sighed, pressing kisses to her hair as he said, "I got an idea."

"I am not staying up again until midnight." She joked looking over her shoulder, pressing the dark bangs out of his face.

"No, I mean, it could work. My mother, she used to light a candle, telling me they catch the nightmares and let the person.."

"..sleep in peace. My mother used that trick with my father during the Ogre wars. Do you think it will work?"

"Let's hope..if not, we can always take a few shots and wish our troubles away."

"You're hilarious."

The two of them headed back to the cozy atmosphere of their bedroom, as Mia lit a candles for the both of them. She knew her fiancé tends to have nightmares of his own, despite him not voicing them, so she decided it was a fair gift.

It was silent agreement to do this for a couple of days at a time, in hope of making their nightmare turn into forgotten memories.

He rested his head on his pillow watching her lighting the candle next to the nightstand, then nuzzling in bed beside him. The warm of the covers and bright light of the tiny fire brought a gentleness in the air. A comforting feeling to whip away the fears.

Two candles to catch the nightmares, as they fell back to sleep...

~End of Flashback~

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..she shot up, awaken from the slumber after that nasty fall. Liane groaned rubbing her shoulder, looking over to find the teens, Nikolai and Jeremy surrounding her.

They weren't in the town hall anymore, but in The Enchanted Forest.

Jeremy was awake already, rubbing his neck from the hall trying to awaken his friends.

"Alright get up." Jeremy said, shaking them awake as the teens groaned and muttered 'let us sleep', "You two can sleep once we return home."

That caught Bella and Joshua's attention, waking up and looking around at the sight around them. Bella was silent drinking the world she just entered as Joshua said, "..uh, didn't Cole say that the forest was a wasteland? This doesn't look like one."

"Aye. Whatever we are, my husband lied about it, and we need to get out of here soon." Jeremy respond, helping them stand.

Liane puffed up her purple collar, following the four of them, keeping an eye on the kids. Nikolai asked if the others were okay, telling them that they needed to find shelter and a plan to get home quick. He also knew that their spouses are going to kill 'em! He led the path, pushing past a few bushes and trees in awe of the forest.

It was greener than he last remembered, yet some leaves were dry and rougher than others. It made the path look bleak. And foggy, despite the sunlight shining through the trees. Jeremy chuckled soaking in the bushing and semi-fresh land, meanwhile Liane touch the trees and snapped her fingers as it evoked magic from her palm.

Bella slump the book that was inside her backpack taken back by all the greens and dry oranges that filled her eyes. She read the book, or least the chapters that mattered to her, but she never expected to appear inside the words of the book itself. It was a wonder.

However she felt an off priming subject within their surroundings. Joshua felt it too, a hollow feeling he knew all too well, the forest felt alone and quiet.

Too quiet for their ears.

Joshua has spent his years alone, on the run and trying to adjust to figuring out who he was. He knew the hollow feeling, the quietness and hard times that follow behind it. All those sleepless nights, he was always told he was different and misunderstood. And when he thought he found some kind of peace, he was thrown into a world wind of situations such as this one.

He liked to think he doesn't need anyone, that he can figure out things on his own, because that's all he ever known.

But standing here in the woods, he feels less confident, unsure to admit it or not. He was only in this world for not even an hour before he was sent away in hopes to protect him from the curse.

"Up ahead! A pot of land." Jeremy shouted taking the young boy out of his thoughts.

"You sure it's safe?" Bella asked, following her uncle.

"Half of this land is dead, so it's the best thing at the moment."

"Doesn't sound promising."

"Hey, I'm trying here."

"Whatever you say."

Bella looped her arm around Joshua, telling him to pick up the pace as they followed the adults. Nikolai could tell his son wasn't in the best shape, it concerned him. Hell, he could tell his niece wasn't either. Like something was bother her, yet she refused to admit what it was. Liane was in a daze, rubbing her shoulders as her eyes fell on her daughter trying to ponder what was going on in her mind.

Nikolai bumped the blonde's shoulder and asked, "You alright?"

"Define alright.." She replied with a light smile.

"Well you woke up from a sleeping curse a while back and now we're stuck in the forest after a nasty fall from the hat."

"Yeah, right..the curse, not proud of it. Wh-when we fell and I was knocked out cold, I was dreaming..and now I'm awake."

"Uh, that's how sleeping works."

"Funny. I'm serious, I was dreaming but it was a weird one, like I was in a room and then..the corners were on fire. But not my fire.."

"Ooh. I see, it wasn't a dream..acted like a nightmare."

"Y-yeah! It turned into a nightmare, I was in this happy colorful room and then poof fire! Wa-wait, how did you..?"

"It's the side effects of the sleeping curse, it goes away with time. Mia had it..I once had it."

"Oh. Damn..when does it go away?"

"Depends on the person. It took Mia months, meanwhile it took me weeks."

Liane nodded silently remembering a certain redheaded princess she put under a sleeping curse and whines in embarrassment at the thought. Nikolai noticed the look on her face and sighed, knowing this must've been karma for the blonde.

Soon enough, they took shelter at the pot of land, which appeared to be an old campsite. They found swords laying around, pieces of clothes hanging on clothes line, bow and arrows and even a few dead bodies. Some were just their skeletons.

"Gross." Liane muttered stepping accidentally on a meatless hand, cracking a bone.

"Cool." Bella added with a smirk, earning a glare from her mother removing a scarf from the clothes line.

Joshua plucked a sword from the dead guy on the ground and grinned, "Sweet. You think he got money too on him?"

Liane gasped in disgust, "Ah no! Yuck, put that down. Both of you!"

"Not a chance." Bella said finding a satchel on the ground too.

Jeremy smirked holding back at his laugh at Liane's facial expressions while the kids collected items. Nikolai noticed there were no food nor water nearby, deciding him and Jeremy would go out to get some. Joshua perked up, wanting to go to but his father said otherwise.

"I'm not a kid, you know." Josh muttered standing up from the ground, lazily flipping the sword.

"You're 16 and somewhere you don't know. Think again." Nikolai responded before walking over.

"Hey! I can handle this, it's a walk."

"I know that but I need someone to watch the girls."

"Then have Jeremy do it."

"Not when Liane is dazed and Bella is barely talking. I need you to do this for me."

"Bella can handle herself. And so can-"

"Joshua Christopher Nolan, that's enough. You stay here."

That seemed to silence the young brunette, having never heard his full name before until now. He nodded then walked back to his post, sitting on one of the benches watching Liane rest and Bella examine the items she found. Joshua noticed Bella giving him a small squeeze on his shoulder, a little stunned herself.

With that men walked out of the campsite without saying a word. Jeremy had a lot on his mind but he knew he had to say something, even if it sounded humorous.

So, after a moment, the blonde spoke.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder as he followed his oldest friend saying, "That was harsh."

"He kept pushing." Nikolai replied with a sour look on his face, but his friend could tell something was deeper than that.

"And? Look, Nik, we're all stressed here but he wanted to help."

"He is helping. He's watching over the girls. I need him to watch over the girls while we get supplies."

"Why? More hands could be a lot more helpful."

"BECAUS—because, I need him safe. I know theses woods, anything can help and I can't return home knowing he let him get hurt."

"He—Joshua has lived without you for years, he won't..w-what is going on?"

"I lost him twice already, man..I won't let it happen again."

"The first time wasn't your fault."

"And the second time?"

"Nik.."

"Sorry. I don't want to fail as a father..like I failed as his friend."

Jeremy gave Nikolai a smile that said 'you won't'. His friend half smile at that, still feeling the weight over his shoulders but kept moving forward. Hell, Jeremy was trying to balance his feelings here, his niece and nephew were here, basically unskilled and his husband was back in their world probably freaking the heck out.

Better yet, drinking until he returned.

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With the two adults gone, leaving one dazed and half alert, Bella was secretly losing it. Her mother was in and out of sleep, tired and a little dizzy, and Bella blames herself. If she hadn't told her to go to the diner, she wouldn't have ended up in the hospital in a small coma, under a sleeping curse.

Liane was still in her daze having tried not to fall asleep once again, but failed to do so. She was napping instead meanwhile Bella and Joshua were on watch time. It wasn't so bad.

The two friends chatted a bit, letting the other know what was going on in their heads. Bella admired how stiff her friend was acting, as she fit just as out of place as he was. However she was more in awe of the wonders in the land.

It was way different than the books.

She lean against the tree and said, "It feels like a dream..."

"Seriously?" Joshua asked with humor in his tone, holding down his gun for safety reason.

"Well yeah. Let's face it, I would have liked it in a different circumstances but still..you don't seem that excited."

"I..I am. It's cool, but we're out of our wheelhouse here, Belle..what if we don't make it back in time."

"In time for what?"

"I don't know. Maybe something weird happens in the town and we're not there to see it."

"That's what our parents and uncles..and well, aunts are there for. We just need to keep a level head."

Joshua smiled at that, "Yeah, you're right, it would be nice to see the ponds and forest life here..or visit the lake our parents escaped in once."

"You read the book?" Bella replied jokingly around a bit, "I thought you said you don't read."

"Maybe I read a little..and the book was right about one thing."

"And what would that be?"

"Our parents being protective and..a little dramatic."

He pointed over to Liane half asleep with her face on the wooden table, snoring away flinching her nose a bit and humming a tune. She was sorta humming Taylor Swift in her sleep. That cause Bella to snort and quietly chuckle.

"Yeah you're right about that.." Bella responded but was cut off mid-breathe as the tip of a sword rested against her neck.

Her eyes darted to the fair blonde women with a floral headband, blonde locks, a ashy blue dress and a dark lavender coat to match.

Joshua's eye widen in shock as he raised his hand held gun and scoffed, "Lay down your the sword, now."

His eyes whipped around to notice anyone else came along, catching the eye on a figure rushing behind him over to the benches. The figure carried herself was grace and pondering eyes, dark red hair and a sliver lined skirt to add to her look. She held in her hand a dagger inching over to them.

"Not another step." Joshua declared, darting his gun between both the blonde and redhead.

The redhead scoffed, facing her dagger in front of the brunette as she held a smirk. But her eyes were fixed on Liane.

Bella glared trying to inch her neck away from the blonde who faced her, with a dumbfounded look plucking her sword a little closer.

Yup, they were in trouble.

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Keep it going with any fic ideas! 🎥 It could be flashbacks or present day, I’ll love to see what you guys come up with

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