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Music To Watch Girls To

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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sypnosis: is it wrong to be obsessed with clarisse? obviously not!!

a/n: i cant just write a drabble what is wrong w me it’s always gotta be a full fledged fic damn anyways i don’t like this one that much so don’t crucify me, but i hope you all enjoy!!

Music To Watch Boys To - Lana Del Rey

warnings: FRIENDS TO LOVERS GOOD LORD, all clarisse know is be mean to her friends, like girls, and lie, reader is a little insane this time…., it’s not watching clarisse train bc i got struck with inspo but you all will like it dw, there’s still muscles and watching clarisse fight, swearing, violence, mentions of weapons, reader is an honorary ares cabin member bc i think it’s cute and i do what i want, y/n gets hurt like 20 times ITS FOR THE PLOT OK, kissing!!!!, like angst for half a sec not rly tho, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The only word you think of when you think of Clarisse is fuck.

It describes your feelings about her so accurately. The first time you saw her, you knew you had to have this girl. And the first time you heard her talk, she was calling some Hephaestus kid a dumbass for not fixing a dent in her armor correctly.

She was an asshole, a bully, whatever, and she was also the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. But, thank the Gods you became close friends with her brother Matty, and then Carrie, and then you practically knew everyone in the Ares cabin like your own siblings.

Even just friendship with Ares kids is an intense rollercoaster.

They admired your for your deadly skill with a bow, a few of them even openly claiming you were probably the best at camp. They were loyal and fierce, protective, funny and everything you could want in a replacement family. Your mortal parent went down a dark road after your godly parent went back to Olympus, and you had never felt that love that everyone craved.

Clarisse hated you at first, like she does everyone, until one day at the bonfire you were sitting with her and a few of her siblings, the fire was hot and it was never the same. You still remember her eyes on you, feeling intoxicated under the moon. Besides, the nights are made for secrets.

And it became a tradition.

You would look at each other next to the fire, and never speak of it again.

The rest of the time, she was like any friend. That same loyalty, focus, but sometimes you could swear she seemed to look a little longer.

After the arrival of Percy Jackson, Clarisse was especially on edge. She was supposed to be training, but she was instead sulking and ranting to Matty and Carrie.

“And he really thinks he killed that Minotaur? Doesn’t matter. That’s what everyone else thinks.”

“Talking about the new kid?” you ask, sitting on top of the picnic table next to their cabin.

“Oh, yeah,” Carrie mumbles. “Talking all about the new kid.”

Clarisse stops her angry pacing to send her a harsh glare.

“He’s just a baby, Clarisse.”

She slams her hand down on the table next to you, pointing her finger in your face.

“He’s a liar,” she hisses. “I’m gonna make him admit it.”

“Hm, okay,” you say, pressing her foot against her stomach and pushing her back. “And that’s totally logical. But have you considered that he actually killed the Minotaur?”

“I’ll punch you.”

“Oh, you love me, Clarisse,” you smile, sweeping your arms out in a big circle. “I’m the brightest part of your day.”

She glares at you.

Matty coughs to hide a laugh.

“Just ignore him!” you say. “I don’t get why you’re so obsessed over him anyways.”

“I’m not explaining myself to you,” she huffs, stubborn as ever.

“Okay, Clarisse,” you say, drawing out the words.

You miss Carrie and Matty shooting each other looks.

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Chiron announces the next capture the flag game later that day, and the next morning you’re heading off to the Ares cabin with your bow and armor in tow.

You walk in. They’re all adjusting their armor, polishing their weapons. A few smile at you and wave, but you head straight towards the back. Clarisse is there, helping some of her younger siblings pick out weapons from the secret weapons stash the Ares kids have curated over the years.

It’s Danny’s first game. He’s only twelve.

She looks up at you for a moment, which is about as much acknowledgment as you’re gonna get. You sit at the end of someone’s empty bed, right next to Danny.

“How you feelin’?” you ask. His face is twisted into a stone cold mask.

“Excited,” he says, like he practiced it in the mirror.

“Well, I’m scared.”

He looks at you and frowns.

“You’re the best archer in camp. Matty says so.”

You shrug. “I may be the best archer, but I’m nowhere near the best fighter.”

He nods, thinking hard like the whole world is suddenly starting to make sense.

“Hey, if I promise to keep a look out for you from the trees- will you watch out for me on the ground?”

He doesn’t need your assurance. He’s a child of Ares, they’re prebuilt with the lust for battle. But you know how to play all of them like a fiddle. They like feeling important, and he’s only twelve. It doesn’t hurt you to give this to him.

You stick out your hand and he grabs it.

“Deal.”

“Y/N,” Clarisse says. You realize she’s been standing there for a while. “Are you here to distract everyone or for a reason?”

“You know, I would welcome you into my cabin warmly.”

Her face remains stone cold. Danny runs off. Clarisse can be some sort of halfway nice, but rarely, and most of the time everyone just knows her cruel words, her ruthless tactics in battle, and her misleading words and smiles.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

“You’re the one who sticks around. No one’s holding you hostage- you can leave.”

“I need a dagger.”

“Oh,” she says, blinking. “Wow, you actually came here for something? What happened to yours?”

“Broke,” you shrug. “The handle fell off. Weird, whatever.”

She hums, looking through the daggers hung on the wall. “This one.”

She hands it to you. It’s similar to your old dagger, except a lot sharper and a lot more sturdy. But it’s the same style you’re used to. You wonder if she knows that or not- Ares kids do notice everything.

But for Clarisse to actually do something like that with intention is rare.

“I like it,” you say. “Thanks!”

She hesitates for a second.

“Keep it.”

You look at her. “I can give it back.”

“I already told you to keep it. Don’t be pathetic and make me reassure you.”

“Okay, Clarisse,” you roll your eyes.

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Your position on capture the flag is always the same.

Carrie, Matty and Clarisse hunt in the woods on the ground, and you get thrown up into some random tree to shoot arrows at anyone you see.

The idea is, they see the arrow coming from up above and look to the trees, only for Clarisse, Matty and Carrie to ambush them on the ground.

It’s only the third game you’ve employed this tactic, so the blue team is starting to catch on.

After Chiron gives his speech you could probably say yourself, you head over to the three of them, holding your arm out to Matty and the red bandana. He ties it around without saying a word, Carrie reaches over and scolds you for not tying your armor tight enough.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you say. “I’ll live.”

“Yeah,” Carrie snorts. “Because I fixed it.”

“Shush,” Clarisse hisses. She finishes talking to a few more of her siblings, and they take their companies off into the woods. She turns back around. “I have a different plan today.”

Carrie and Matty grin dangerously.

There’s something in between the three of them, some sort of matching glint in their eyes.

“Okay, did I miss something? Why are you guys being so… scary?”

“You’ll see,” Clarisse says, her eyes dark.

Gods, it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

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The great thing about being up in the trees is you get to see everything.

You get to see the way Clarisse grins while she fights, the way she whips her spear around like it weights nothing, the way sweat forms at her brow- and the way her muscles flex. That’s the best part.

Her arms, her legs, her stomach, every part of Clarisse is just lean and toned muscle.

It makes you want to betray yourself in a way that would permanently embarrass you.

You follow them, of course, even though you have no idea what the hell is happening or what the plan is. There’s a reason she’s not telling you the plan. Why?

When you walk past the woods where you normally hunt, you start getting fidgety.

“Ok, guys, seriously. Tell me what’s going on.”

You realize you’re heading towards the side of the big hill, starting the climb up through the trees and rocks.

Clarisse turns around.

“Stop. Worrying.”

You grit your teeth. “I’m not worried. I’m just confused.”

She sighs, signaling to Carrie and Matty.

“You know,” she mutters. And they leave, so it’s just the two of you.

They spit up, making their way on the farthest two ends, all leading to the same ledge.

She grabs your wrists. “Stop cracking your fingers. It’s annoying, and you’ll hurt ‘em.”

“Then tell me what’s going on.”

She lets go of one of your wrists, but keeps her tight grip on the other, forcing you to keep pace behind her.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m not going to put you in danger, obviously.” She laughs, as if the idea is ridiculous. “You’re a damn good archer.”

“Oh, my Gods. Did you just compliment me?”

She tenses up, finally realizing she did it.

“D-don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, I won’t. It will just be our little secret, won’t it?”

You bite your lip as you smile so you don’t burst out laughing.

“Sure,” she mutters, and you don’t miss the way she stares at your lips. She clears her throat, finally letting go of your wrist. “Percy Jackson-”

“Who’s a baby.”

“-attacked us last night.”

You raise an eyebrow, walking next to her. “Did you attack him first?”

She doesn’t answer that.

“I doubted you would join us. I just didn’t want you to be alone in the woods.”

“Why?”

“Hm, I saw Annabeth as we left the bathrooms. She knows, she knows we’re gonna get revenge so Luke’s gonna go straight for the flag because we’re not in the woods.”

“So you’re just sacrificing the entire game for revenge? Against a 12-year-old?”

“Revenge,” she mutters, thinking over it. “That’s a fun word.”

She smiles, looking at you.

“Oh, Gods,” you mutter.

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The rest of the walk continues in silence, until you can see Carrie and Matty in the distance, both waiting for Clarisse’s signal. She grins.

“Now, why don’t you just stay behind me and draw an arrow, and tell me if anyone’s coming. And when he’s distracted, you’ll sneak around behind him and block him from escaping, hm?”

You look around the forest. “Okay. But, Clarisse-”

She smacks her hand over your face. “I don’t need your morality right now. I just need you to keep those pretty eyes open and be our lookout.”

“Fine,” you hiss as you throw your hand off her mouth.

“Thank you,” she smiles, sarcastically. “Was that so hard?”

You mock her under your breath, but she signals to Carrie and Matty. They all start walking forward, trying for stealth, but your feet make sink into the gravel. He hears them. He sits up.

You don’t know anything about Percy Jackson, except for the fact he supposedly attacked the three musketeers you call your friends and possibly killed a Minotaur.

True to your word, you stay behind Clarisse, watching as she lifts her helmet off, throwing it to the ground.

Her spear sinks into the dirt.

“Flag’s that way,” Percy says. “It’s not here.”

“We know.”

You start walking out from behind her. His eyes flick between all four of you.

“Yeah, glory’s fine.” You can feel her eyes on you. “Revenge is more fun.”

She looks up at her spear, slamming it down, and you hear the familiar crackle as it lights up. Red hot electricity.

She laughs a bit.

He scrambles for his sword and spear, forgoing his helmet. They close him in. You walk around Carrie and behind him. His eyes move between you and Clarisse, but there’s nothing he can do to stop the four of you from surrounding him.

“No maiming. It’s like the one rule.”

His stance isn’t even close to correct.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while,” she fake frets, looking up at her spear. She smiles and looks back at him. “I’ll live.”

Her face twists into a mask of focus and she swings out at him. He manages to dodge her first hit, and block the second with his shield.

She looks at Carrie and Matty. They lunge forward, attacking him together, and he certainly is a demigod- he has a natural talent.

But you can only really focus on the way she lifts her spear back over her head.

She grunts and spins, shocking him, before jabbing forward at his armor, making him fall back over the log he used to be laying on, right at your feet.

“I’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not,” she says, standing over him. “I just want you to admit you’re a fraud. It’d make me feel better. Are you feeling up to that yet?”

The way she holds her spear, the way she says it’ll make her feel better- you miss the way he swings out with his shield, hitting you in the shins.

“Fuck,” you hiss, leaning down to touch your burning leg. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

Percy grunts and takes off running.

“Y/N,” Matty says, a silent question in his concerned voice.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, shaking your leg out.

Clarisse glares at his retreating figure.

“I guess he has a fucking death wish,” she whispers, voice full of a deadly promise.

She grunts and launches herself over the log, Carrie and Matty following. You straighten yourself and take off running after them. You leg does burn, but you still manage to keep pace. Besides, Matty is already far ahead, surprising him and knocking him down from the path, making him tumble through the woods and land on the beach.

Matty and Carrie wave their swords at him from the right. He pants and breathes heavily, backing up, but when he turns around to run- Clarisse is there.

You draw your bow again, out of habit.

The arrows you use aren’t actual arrows of course, but filed down to little circle rocks at the end. They won’t kill you, but they fucking hurt.

You can’t help but giggle as he falls onto his back, scared just by Clarisse being there.

She laughs too, before all three of them launch into an attack.

They push him back, towards you, and you step back with them, waiting for the perfect moment.

But your eyes drift up to Clarisse. She’s hanging back for just a second while Matty and Carrie jab at him. She looks… proud. She looks really fucking proud that you’re laughing at this 12-year-olds misery.

But Clarisse was right. Revenge is fun. And you hate it, but you can’t stop it.

You smile back at her, and it’s like those nights at the bonfire, you know you’ll never speak of it again. It doesn’t matter. Right now, there’s angelic music playing in your head, and you’re watching her. You’re watching her, the sweat on her brow, the way her hands clasp her spear.

Her face twists into something else.

“Y/N!” she shouts, but Carrie and Matty pushed him too far, you didn’t move back enough- distracted by her- and you slam into each other, a tangle of limbs and metal.

He does this awkward sort of flip over you, landing a few feet behind you. You drop your bow in favor of catching yourself, and it gets caught on his shield and dragged along with him.

It’s a blur, you yelp as you go down, Percy groans.

They’re all standing there, tense and watching the way Percy stands up with your bow in his hands. His stance is nowhere near correct, it actually makes you cringe more than your bruised side after the fall.

Why the hell are you the one who keeps getting hurt?

Percy let’s out a breath. “Why don’t we all just walk away and forget this happened?”

“You just made that impossible,” Clarisse hisses.

You just want to get an ice pack on your leg and sit down. You’re tired. You want to boss Clarisse around as payment for bringing you here.

“Okay, okay, just stop. This is stupid, all of you. He’s, like, 12. He didn’t do it on purpose, you’re just attacking him for no reason.” Carrie and Matty look at the ground. Clarisse glares at you.

You turn around and face Percy. “Just go, okay.”

He looks between you and Clarisse.

“O-okay,” he breathes.

You can feel her move, hear her footsteps in the sand, her spear cutting through the wind. She comes around you, and Percy gets scared, so he raises up the bow and let’s it go- pointed straight at her face.

But it never hits her. It hits you, of course, because you have the worst luck in the world.

It hits you right in the chest, and it doesn’t kill you, but Percy is strong and it knocks the wind out of you.

Clarisse throws her spear to the ground and catches you, screaming your name at the top of her lungs.

Gods, this was so stupid. All of it. He didn’t mean to hurt you, he meant to stop her from attacking him. Because Clarisse is bloodthirsty. She cares about no one else but herself.

You were stupid to think she ever did.

But even through all of this, everyone treating you like a rag doll, you stare into Clarisse’s eyes. She’s frozen. She’s watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, she’s watching the way you press your hand into your chest, trying to breathe, she’s looking at the fear in your eyes.

You’re terrified. And Clarisse looks the exact same way you feel.

You mouth her name.

Carrie and Matty are gathered around you, telling you to just breathe, take a breath in, but you can’t.

Clarisse let’s go of you and ignores your hands trying to hold her back, ignores Carrie warning her.

Oh, Gods, you’re in love with her and she’s just your friend, but it all hurts and you just need her right now.

Percy tries to scramble away from what he’s done, but Clarisse grabs him by his shirt and holds him up.

You think she’s actually going to kill him- then the conch sounds.

You all turn around.

The blue team runs to the beach, sticking the red flag into the ground. They all cheer loudly, Luke and Chris at the center of it.

Clarisse throws Percy back down on the ground.

She picks up your bow. Matty helps you stand up, you can breathe now, and you’re really fine. You just couldn’t for a minute. You don’t look at Clarisse, even though you want to.

—-

The four of you end up at the sword practice field, sitting on picnic tables like you did that one day.

Matty touches a few scratches on his arms from where he burst through the woods, scraping himself on something thorny.

Clarisse walks towards a dummy and starts attacking it. She lets all her anger out on it. They didn’t win, and her revenge is incomplete so, its not even worth it. You could have told her that from the beginning, but whatever.

Clarisse can do whatever she wants. She doesn’t listen to you, she doesn’t care about you- not as much as you want her too. Not as much as you care about her.

She’s so wonderfully in her element it makes you want her more. This is where she belongs, in the field in the sun, with her spear in her hands. She belongs here, where she feels closest to her father and farthest away from her responsibilities, from the constant battle it is for her to keep her emotions in check.

Even after a minute of her obliterating the dummy, she seems better. Finally, after another minute, she slows down until she stops.

You don’t stop looking at her until she turns around and looks at you. She breathes out.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.

“Fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.”

She hums.

“C’mon, Matty,” Carrie says. “Let’s go back to the cabin, I’m thirsty.”

You’re not ready to get up yet, you’re too comfortable here on the bench, it’s too easy to breathe in the valley.

Clarisse flexes, stretching her spear over her head, and you watch her. Of course you watch her. You don’t think you’ll ever just be able to look at her in passing- you’ll always have to focused, you’ve always have to have your eyes totally and completely on her.

Like she’s some book you have to study. Like she’s all you’ve ever wanted to look at.

“Stop staring at me, weirdo,” she mumbles.

You sit up straighter. “I’m not. You’re just flexing dramatically all over the place, of course I’m gonna take notice of it.”

“Okay, sure,” she taunts, and you remember what happened, you remember how you felt when she walked away from you to continue with her revenge.

“I-I’m gonna go back to my cabin.” You don’t wanna be around her, not right now at least. “See you later, Clarisse.”

She stands up immediately. “I’ll walk you.”

“No, thanks, it’s fine.”

“Y/N, you got hurt because of me.” She crouches down and tugs up your pant leg. “How’s your leg? Your side?”

Matty, Carrie and Clarisse too, sometimes, are always touching you and doing things for you. It’s sweet. They aren’t good with the words, but they show you they love you, and that means more than anything else.

If she hadn’t done what she did, if she really cared about you, then you wouldn’t mind her touching you like this. You would love it.

“Clarisse- get off of me,” you shake your leg out, which hurts a bit, but she lets go and stands up.

Her face twists into one of anger, her fists clenched.

“I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry you got hurt. I feel really bad about it, so just let me do this for you.”

“It’s not about that,” you mumble, cursing yourself and hoping she doesn’t hear you. Of course she does.

“Then what’s it about?”

You try to turn away, but she clamps her around your wrist and tugs you back towards her.

“What’s it about, Y/N?”

She holds your hand to her chest.

You both know what it’s about.

“Just stop, Clarisse,” but your body betrays you and you make no move to push her away. She notices, of course she notices, and she pulls you closer. “We’ve been dancing around each other for months.”

She blinks and her grip on your wrist loosens.

“And it was fun. It was a fun game, okay, Clarisse. But you can stop playing it now. You showed me today that your care more about yourself then you ever could me. I’m sick of it.” You tug your hand away. “I’m so sick of it, Clarisse.”

She grips you tighter again.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m running around looking like a fool, and you think I care about myself? You think I don’t care about you?”

Your breath is a little shaky again.

“You could have helped me and you chose revenge.”

“For you.”

“What?”

“He slammed his shield into your leg, knocked you over, and then shot you in the chest. Of course I wanted revenge. Not for me, it was about that at first, but then, Gods, did you do something to him?”

You laugh. She smiles, staring at your face like she’s seeing you for the first time.

“Like, he just kept coming after you, I don’t get it. But I… I like you. Like, like you. And I don’t know what that means, but I don’t really care. I just… want you. I want to be near you all the time. And I go crazy when you’re with someone else. I want to touch you all the time, hug you, hold you… I want to kiss you so bad I think I’m gonna fucking explode.”

Fuck is always the first word you think of when you think of her. It used to be because she made you so angry with the secrets, but now it’s just the things the says make you wonder how much more you can fall in love with her.

“Well, I don’t really want you to explode,” you roll your eyes. “That’d be too messy. Besides, I-”

“You’re always such a fucking worrier.”

She plants her hands on your face and presses her lips to yours. You can feel the slight desperateness she won’t say, but she’ll tell you with her body. You can feel everything she won’t show, won’t say. How beautiful you are. How scared she was. How much she wanted you and for how long.

You feel it all just by her lips, and you can’t help but wonder what more she can tell you.

She pulls back and smiles.

“If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it.”

“I’m the light of your life, Clarisse.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, grabbing you tighter and kissing you again. You grab onto her arms, smiling. You always wondered what he muscles would feel like against you.

There’s only one word to describe the way it feels.

Fuck.

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clarisse when she accidentally told y/n she has pretty eyes: PLEASE DONT NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

y/n my ladybug not noticing: 🧍‍♀️

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y/n and clarisse just being insane together WDYM YOURE LAUGHING WHEN A KID FALLS OVER STOP

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clarisse: bitch stop WORRYING

y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME SHUT UP

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clarisse and y/n both pretending that clarisse giving her a dagger wasnt literally a declaration of love and also clarisse throwing her spear down to catch y/n???? bitch she’s in LOVE

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stargirllanaa · 4 months

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୨⎯ "Cruel World” - Rafe Cameron

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Warnings: Dark!Rafe, Noncon smut, toxic relationship, Abusive relationship, Domestic violence, Gun violence, Drinking, ex!rafe, Rafe is actually terrible, psycho ex bf Rafe

Summary: loosely, based on ‘Cruel World’ by Lana Del Rey, everything goes wrong when you spot your psycho ex bf at a New Year’s Eve party.

A/n ✎: Thank you so much for 100 followers! Ahhhh!!!! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my work, I recommend listening to the song ofc but you don’t have too. Bold and italics are flashback. Enjoy <333

Wc: just under 3k

18+ MINORS DNI, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

“Does anyone know where I put my eyeliner?” Your friend Nora asked you, as well as your other friend Violet.

You were all getting ready for some New Year's Eve party at Nora's boyfriend's house; everyone would be home from college for winter break, so you were excited to see all the people you went to high school with.

“No, but I know where the vodka is!” Violet chuckled,

“Come on, let's all take a shot!” Violet continued as she made her way over to you.

“Come on, y/n, are you going to pout all night? He might not even be there.” the brunette expressed as she sat beside you, bottle in hand.

She was referring to your ex, Rafe Cameron, and you knew for almost a fact that he would be there. Nora's boyfriend happened to be his best friend, Topper, and you and Rafe hadn't exactly ended on the best terms. The two of you had been broken up for about a month and a half; for the first two weeks, he would not stop texting and calling you, profusely apologizing, saying things like, ‘I'll go to therapy.’ ‘give me another chance.’ ‘I'll be better.’

It got so annoying that you had to block him; obviously, that wouldn't stop him. The thing was, Rafe was fucking crazy; he would always find a way to get to you, and if he didn't, he simply didn't want to.

“He's going to be there.” You said with a sign, “I'm just going to get fucked up, ignore him, and hopefully get some dick tonight.”

“That's the spirit!” Violet said as you tilted your head back, and she poured the vodka down your throat.

“Are you kidding me?” Your boyfriend asked you in a harsh tone as he stalked toward you.

“What?” you respond as you tried to take a wobbly few steps back.

His eyes narrowed at you, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Well, aside from the clown makeup,” Rafe said, referring to your red lipstick.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don't like that dress?” Rafe interrogated as he roughly grabbed your waist.

“How many fucking times, y/n?” the blonde shook your body roughly. “For you to get it through your thick fucking skull?”

You were silent, frozen almost; whenever Rafe got violent, you didn't know how to react. You didn't fight; you didn't try to run; you stood wide-eyed in shock because if you did respond the wrong way, you knew it would make things 10x worse than they already were.

“Huh?” He asked you, shaking your body roughly again, waiting for you to respond.

“I- I don't know.” You mumbled weakly.

“You don't know,” he mocked with a dry humorless laugh.

“Go and change. Red looks trashy on you.” He stated before letting go of you with a harsh push into the wall.

All your friends knew that Rafe was bad, but they certainly didn't know how bad he was. You were so good at hiding it, concealer, color corrector, foundation, you name it; if it could cover a bruise, you had it. Every story you told them about your fights with Rafe were very watered down, and because of that, no one knew how truly scared you were to run into Rafe at this party. Not in an ‘Oh, no, my ex!’ way more in a ‘he might kill me way.’ But with every shot you took, you felt your fear start to fade slowly, and when you arrived at the party five shots in, in your little red party dress, you felt way more confident than you should have.

Your arm linked with Violet’s as your friend Nora lost the two of you to find her boyfriend. You and Violet stumbled through the house, passing through groups of people, trying your best to find the drink table.

“By the way, I love your dress,” Violet approved, looking you up and down. “Red is your color.”

“Thank you!” you smiled, taking the compliment to heart; she didn't know just how much that meant to you; you hadn't worn red since Rafe had told you it was ‘trashy’ on you.

“Fuck, is the Britney Smith?” Violet giggled, pointing at the short blonde girl.

“Isnt she pregnant?” you wondered as your eyes fell on the drink table.

“Oh my god, look who's right next to the drinks,” Violet says before covering her mouth with her hand.

“Is that Alex?” you replied, squinting your eyes to get a better look.

Violet nodded in response, eyes wide with excitement.

“Go talk to him!” you smiled at her. “I'll sit right over there,” you said, pointing at the elegant velvet couch.

As you sat on the couch, you couldn't stop thinking about Rafe. Your anxiety slowly started to rise, and you regretted every choice you made up to this point. First of all, you and Rafe had ended on horrible terms; second of all, you came to a party that you knew he would most likely be at, and now you are all alone and a little more drunk than you'd like to be.

You couldn't stop thinking back to that day, your breaking point, the last fight you had with Rafe before you ended things for good.

“Why are you following John B on Instagram?” Your boyfriend asked you as he looked up from his phone.

The question confused you a bit; you honestly didn't even know you were following him in the first place.

“I don't know?” you replied with a shrug. “Probably was an accident; maybe Sarah tagged him in something or-”

“Was it an accident when you smiled at him the other day at the wreck?” he cut you off.

Was he serious right now? John B had waved at you, and you simply smiled in return. You were just being nice; it was nothing more than that.

“Rafe, I-” You were going into very dangerous territory, and you knew that, even though Rafe was physically attractive, he was very insecure, which showed a lot in your relationship.

“If it's another bullshit excuse, I don't want to hear it,” he scolded as he stalked towards you.

He wasn't even giving you the chance to defend yourself, and frankly, it was pissing you off even more than his stupid questions.

“Rafe, I don't even know what you're talking about; I literally-” you plead with your boyfriend, taking a step back for every step he took forward.

“Of course you ‘Dont know,’ you never do.” Rafe hissed at you, moving closer and closer.

“That's what you do; you act all fucking innocent and then sneak around behind my back.” the blonde accused.

“Do you think I'm stupid?” He sneered, backing you against the wall.

That was the final straw; now he was accusing you of cheating from a simple smile and an Instagram follow. I mean, how delusional could he be?

“Are you fucking crazy?” you asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

You could tell he was shocked at your response by the way his eyebrows arched upwards slightly, but you could also tell you pissed him off by the way his jaw ticked.

“What did you say to me?” He asked; he heard you loud and clear the first time; he just wanted to see if you had the guts to repeat it.

“Are you fucking crazy? I follow him on Instagram. So what? I can unfollow him if it's a problem.” you argued, shocked that this was even an issue.

Rafe's hand shot forward without warning, delivering a sharp slap to your face. Time momentarily slowed as the impact echoed through the room. As the sting of the slap registered, a deep sadness clouded your features. You hated to say it, but you were used to rafe hurting you.

“Who do you think you're talking to?” Rafe asked you. Blue eyes are darker than their everyday shade.

“Huh?” He scoffed, laughing slightly.

“Calling me crazy…talking to me like I'm the one in the wrong?” your boyfriend shouted as he snatched a big chuck of your hair, gripping it tight enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Rafe, I-” you tried to defend yourself as tears clouded your vision.

“No, I'm talking now.” His voice boomed as he screamed in your ear.

Rafe slammed your head against the wall behind you, using your hair as leverage; at this point, your ears were ringing, your head was banging, and you couldn't speak from the pain alone. And Rafe just kept going on and on about how important trust is in a relationship, but how could you even listen when he was gripping your hair so tight? But obviously, Rafe didn't see this as punishment enough because he dragged you by the hair to his closet, and even as he rustled through his sock drawer, clearly looking for something, he didn't once let go of your hair.

“Rafe! Stop-” You were cut off by the feeling of ice gold metal pressed against your temple; you were completely frozen, not knowing what to do; there was no way your boyfriend was pressing a gun against your head over an Instagram follow.

“If you even look at john b again, your fucking dead.” Rafe threatened coldly.

Your heart was racing; Rafe was impulsive knowing him; you could breathe the wrong way, and he would pull the trigger. That didn't stop your breath from fasting and your tears from falling, though.

“You hear me?” he asked, pulling your hair back just enough to make eye contact.

You didn't say anything; you had been sobbing ever since you felt the metal against your head in the first place.

“Do you hear me?” He shook you, demanding an answer, “I will fucking kill you.”

“Yes!” you cried out, hoping and praying for him to put the gun down and let go of you.

And when you left his house that night, you had never returned. Rafe did have his good moments, but was he worth your life? You broke up with him over text the following day, and you hadn't seen him since.

Since today, as soon as you looked up from your lap, lost in thought, you made eye contact with Rafe. You felt sick when you saw him; you knew he would be here, but you weren't expecting to see him this soon.

You stood up, making your way through the separate groups of people; you needed to find somewhere you could be by yourself because right now, you felt like you might have a panic attack.

“Excuse me,” you repeated over and over as you drunkenly stumbled to the stairs. No one was upstairs, other than maybe a few people hooking up, but other than that, it was pretty empty. You looked for a room, apologizing when you opened the door to see Nora and Topper making out. You stumbled through the halls until you found an empty room, sighing in relief as you closed the door behind you.

Your relief was short-lived because you didn't realize that Rafe was following behind you the entire time, and when he entered the room, you instantly regretted isolating yourself from the rest of the party and your friends.

“No.” you panicked, anxiety rising deep within your stomach.

He was intentionally standing in front of the door. There was no way out.

“Hey, Listen, y/n-,” Rafe said calmly, trying to calm you down.

“No! Get away from me!” you interrupted words slurring, not wanting to hear a thing from him.

You had no desire to speak to Rafe, not after all he had put you through in your relationship, not after you had been in therapy for the past month to heal the pain he had caused you. He wasn't just a regular ex, Rafe was fucking crazy, and you both knew it; you knew he was waiting to see you in person again, probably planning it, planning out exactly how he was going to get you back and what he was going to do if you declined his offer.

“Can you just listen to me!?” he snapped at you, slightly losing his calm demeanor. “I just want to talk-” He said through his teeth, walking over to you and away from the door.

“Well, I don't want to talk!” you barely even knew what you were saying; your head was spinning, and you regretted every shot you had taken earlier.

“So that's how it's gonna be, huh?” Rafe mumbled to himself more than you, fist clenching as he spoke.

As he got closer and closer, the room seemed easier and easier to escape; you knew you couldn't scream for help because of the loud music banging throughout the house; no one would hear you, and you knew you couldn't put up the best fight because you were drunk and Rafe’s also way stronger than you, he had proved this time and time again.

So you took the opportunity to run for the door while you still could. But two steps in, Rafe had already caught you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly against his stiff chest.

“I didn't want to make this complicated.” he hissed into your ear. “But come on, y/n, it's almost like you want me to hurt you.”

You thrashed your body, wiggling side to side, trying to escape his grip.

“You’re fucking crazy!” You shouted as you continued to attempt to free yourself.

“Yes! I'm crazy,” Your ex admitted as his grip around you tightened, and his nostrils flared. “I'm crazy for you.” he dug his nails into your side.

“Get off of me!” you cried out, voice raw with emotion.

“You come to my best friend's party wearing the fucking dress I hate! Knowing I'm going to be here!” he criticized, pushing your body towards the bed. “It's almost like you want me to take it off.”

“Rafe, stop, I-” you were cut off by Rafe throwing you on the bed and wrapping his hands around your throat as he hovered over you.

“Shut the fuck up!” He sneered, looking down at you with dark eyes.

“You fucking left me!” His grip got tighter the more he spoke. “Not even a call, but a fucking text.” he scolded. “Do I really mean that little to you?”

You didn't end things the way you did because you didn't care about Rafe; you cared about Rafe so much, more than you ever wanted to, and that hurt; throughout everything he's done to you, all the pain he's caused you, you still cared. You broke up with Rafe over text because you were terrified; he had threatened to kill you over an Instagram follow; you couldn't imagine what he would have done if you dared to break up with him in person.

But you couldn't say any of that because he was choking you so hard that you couldn't breathe, let alone speak; all you could do was hit his hands repeatedly, hoping he would let go.

“You didn't care about my feelings. Why should I care about yours?” He asked you, looking deeply into your bloodshot, teary eyes with his blue angry ones.

Your mind was racing; Rafe was actually going to kill you. You saw this day coming many times throughout your relationship, but you didn't expect it to happen when you guys were finished. You had shared your body, your mind, everything with him, and you had been happy it was over; you finally were starting to feel like yourself again. But now he was going to take that all away from you.

Rafe finally let go when he started to see your eyes roll back as you started to lose consciousness.

You gasped for air in between coughs as you held your throat, desperate to soothe it from the pain he caused with his harsh grip. You had accepted death. You knew exactly who you were dealing with, and the thought of him killing you over a breakup wasn't too far-fetched.

“You have a lot of making-up to do after the stunt you pulled last month,” Rafe sighed as if he was inconvenienced by what he was doing to you.

The stunt you pulled? Your break up was serious, and for a good reason; he was lucky you hadn't called the police; if anyone had pulled a ‘stunt,’ it was him. He had pulled a series of stunts throughout your whole relationship. He was pulling one now.

Before you knew it, Rafe was tugging at your dress, attempting to pull it off you. If there was one thing you weren't doing, it was going down without a fight. You tried your best to kick him and scratch him, everything, but you were drunk, had just been choked, and Rafe was much stronger than you, so he pinned your wrist above your head with one hand and pulled the bottom of your dress up with the other.

“Remember this, y/n,” He said as he positioned himself up against your cunt. “Remember this feeling the next time you think about trying to leave.” He taunted before pushing into you roughly.

As he thrusted into you repeatedly at a rough and harsh pace, you sobbed. You thought Rafe was behind you; you told yourself you would never let a man hurt you the way he did again. You were so happy when he was gone.

“Fuck, take this off,” Rafe moaned as he pulled your dress over your head.

With every hash thrust, your cries got louder. Rafe didn't care about your pleasure or even his; he wanted to hurt you; he wanted to see your tear-stained face. This was your punishment, and he was succeeding. The only thing you felt between your legs was severe pain.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” you heard everyone downstairs scream in unison.

“Happy New Year,” Rafe smirked as he pulled you in for a rough, sloppy kiss.

Rafe was fucking crazy.

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luffyandaceswife · 25 days

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-𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

WARNINGS!

18+ , Smut, AFAB reader, i am not using y/n so “name“ is used, Vaginal penetration, Pussy eating, blowjob, porn without plot ☠️

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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FIRST NSFW POST ☠️☠️☠️

The rest of the crew was asleep, You lie restless in bed, staring at the ceiling, still tense from the battle earlier, you let out a soft sigh as you turn over to see your boyfriend and captain sleeping soundly, soft snoring noises leaving his lips as he slept, it was adorable and you didn’t feel like waking him up just because you were tense.

You adjusted in your shared bed, leaning your back against the wall, the soft pillows behind your back felt nice, easing that tension a little bit.

You sat closer to the wall and watched over your sleepy captain , Who now was seemingly stirring in sleep, He grumbled trying to find a comfortable position before turning over to face you, he smiled brightly like always and stretched his rubbery arms to pull you closer into his tight and warm embrace. You groaned as his inhumanly strong arms squished you.

“Too tight-!”

he loosened his grip.

“Oopsies!”

Luffy giggled and pulled you onto his lap, his back flat on the mattress and his head propped up on one of the pillows, his hands placed on either side of your waist, causing you to freeze. Luffy obviously didn’t understand why, he’s quite oblivious to anything like that. His grip on your hips tightened as he looked up at you.

“Somthin’ wrong “name?”

he tilted his head in genuine confusion as you took a deep breath.

“No no it’s just the position is kind of… provocative..?”

you blushed, you wanted nothing more but to strip you and his clothes off and fuck until the sun rose but you knew better with him, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you tried to always ease into the topic, since he can be a little… slow..? at times.

“Eh? You mean like the thing sanji is always talking about?”

You froze.

“Uhm-.. what does sanji talk about Luff..?”

you felt your fists ball, knuckles turning white, of course going unnoticed by the oblivious man under you.

“Uh-.. he says somthin about boobs… and pussy or whatever- ion really pay attention when he talks about that if i’m being honest.”

Luffy shrugged and you let out a sigh of relief, part of you didn’t want your captains innocence being snatched away by that pervert of a cook. But then you had a genuine curiosity.

“Lu, Do you know what sex is?”

you asked with hesitance, a TON of hesitance.

“Eh? sex? No-..? i don’t think so-“

you face palmed, you knew he was inexperienced but the fact he didn’t even know how humans reproduced was insane to you, didn’t normal children get taught that at a young age..?

“Why? is it good? is it a food?”

You almost laughed

“Well it’s not a food but it’s an activity and i would say it is good-“

luffys eyes lit up with excitement

“Fun activity! than let’s do it!”

your eyes almost popped right out of your skull with pure shock.

“Luffy i don’t think you would want to uhm- it has to deal with uh-..”

You tapped on the outline of your captains cock in his jean shorts to try to hint at him what you meant, Obviously it was embarrassing but it was Luffy so that made you feel a little safer.

“What about it-?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

he tilted his head before nodding his head, you took a deep breath since you didn’t expect to end your night like this, but oh well.

You slowly reached down to unbutton the denim shorts he wore, peppering kisses along the side of his neck and jawline.

“Mm..”

Luffy softly groaned out as you nipped at the side of his neck and unzipped the zipper of his shorts, you wiggled them off his hips and threw them to the side, Luffys hands slowly traveled up your back and down again to hold your hips as you gently palmed his now growing erection.

“W-what the-… why’s it-“

his sentence was cut off by a shaky moan, his eyes shut tight. You obviously knew what he was referring to. You couldn’t help but giggle at the little noises he was making.

“It’s normal- Your excited is all..”

You whispered your words an octave lower than normal as you gently kissed his collarbone, your thumb rubbing against the tip of his cock in slow circular motions, his hips bucked against nothing as his grip on your hips tightened, he didn’t say another word since he couldn’t get a coherent sentence out of his mouth, the new overwhelming pleasure soaring through his veins.

“Hahhh… feels s’good..”

He whined out, continuing to buck his hips, you moved one of your hands to push down on his lower stomach, keeping his hips from bucking as you lowered your head towards his pelvis , kissing down his chest and stomach as you made your way to his cock, gently kissing up the sides and planting a kiss to the tip, you were addicted to the way he reacted to every new sensation.

“Feel good?”

You mumbled as he nodded slowly, he was a tough guy, you didn’t expect him to be so sensitive, which only made this all the more fun, your tongue slowly peeked out as you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, wrapping your lips around it once you made your way up, he let out a whiny groan as you slowly started to envelop him in the warmness of your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head once you took half of him into your throat, he was above average on the length side, and an average girth, not trimmed whatsoever, but that’s what you had expected from him. You relaxed the muscles in your throat and started to take more of him down your throat, inch by inch until you felt his hairs gently tickle your lips and nose.

“Ah-…Shit!”

He was obviously struggling to control himself as he fought not to buck his hips up into your mouth, somehow he knew if he did that he’d get his ass whooped.

You finally released him from your throat only to take his cock right back into your mouth, setting a slow and steady pace, the sounds he was making were music to your ears. He quickly gripped your hair desperate for something to hold onto, Poor guy had no idea where to put his hands.

“I-.. somthins gunna cm’out…”

You looked up at him and nodded as your began to gently rub his thighs, his eyes were closed tightly and the veins in his forehead were prominent as he reached his peak, spilling his seed deep into your throat. You gagged a little, to which he quickly froze and looked down at you.

“M’fine-… taste S’good..”

He groaned at your words alone, before completely flipping you over and ripped off your shirt.

“I wanna taste too..”

you were shocked when he quickly took one of your nipples into his mouth making you arch your back into the sensation , you had no idea where he was pulling these skills out of but you didn’t mind, his other hand came up to your untouched breast and began to roll your nipple between his fingers causing you to whimper softly at the sensation, Your nipples were quick to harden, and luffy couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste.

“You taste good too yknow… wanna taste more..”

Your eyes widened as he quickly ripped your skirt right in half, making quick work of your soaking panties along with it, he looked down at your pussy, almost examining it.

“Be gentle down there-… It’s sensitiv-“

Before you could even respond Luffy was latched onto your clip, sucking vigorously like it was the last drop of water in the burning hot deserts of alabasta, your eyes rolling back in your head as you moaned out his name, your hands grasping at the sheets as your back arched, shoving your pussy closer to his face as you tried to get yourself off. The pleasure was intense, panging through you like lightning. Luffy stopped for a moment, making you whine out at the loss of friction. Before you could even speak up he quickly licked a stripe up your slit.

“So tasty..”

You gasped out as he shoved his tongue into your hole, directly hitting that little spongy spot inside of you, granting you your orgasm, finishing all over his face. He quickly lapped up all your juices, he sure made quick work of you.

“Luffy-… ah.. fuck..”

He seemed genuinely confused on what to do next, still dazed from the delectable taste of your body.

“Luff, Need you…Lay down f’me..”

He quickly obliged, If it was for more of that pleasurable sensation he would genuinely start crawling up the walls if you asked, you placed your knees onto either side of his hips, hovering above his cock, hard as ever and leaking pre-cum, you reached down and spread the bead of the salty liquid across his tip, causing him to groan softly, his hands making their way to your hips with a needy whine, you took this as a sign and lined up his cock with your entrance, taking a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto his length, your eyes shut tight at the painful stretch, but the white hot pleasure trailing close behind, your mouth parting to let out a moan before luffy pulled your hips down onto his cock, not even giving you time to adjust to his size before he was plowing right into you. You rested your hands on his shoulders and grabbed his infamous straw had from the bedside table and placed it atop your head as you rode him, both of you quickly nearing your peaks as your stared into one another’s eyes

“M- S’comin out-!”

You nodded and both of your orgasms hit like a ton of bricks, you collapsed on top of him, panting and breathing heavily as your sweaty bodies collided, you slowly lifted your hips up and his cock slid out of your pussy. you sighed, the tension in your body from earlier completely relieved.

“Felt good baby…Love you..”

Luffy wrapped an arm around you, hand resting on the small of your back.

“Love ya too… but i’m hungry now- let’s get some meat!”

ty for coming to my ted talk

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lov1ngreid · 5 months

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BOYS LIKE YOU | 2

back to PART ONE

(pairings): highschool!spencer + cheerleader!reader

(warnings): none <3

(word count): 4K

(author’s note): hii i’m so happy to see all the love on part one! i’m so sorry this took a little longer than usual to be posted i’ve had a busy few days, i’ve got plans for one more part for this series, i hope you’ve enjoyed so far 🩷🩷 also I don’t know how i feel about the end of this part, so let me know any feedback!!

listen to what i did when i wrote this! ➘

Quickly, you opened his bedroom door to stand at the top of the stairwell, scanning over the living room with ease considering how high up you were. Making sure both your families were occupied with whatever thanksgiving nonsense had presented itself.

Quickly turning your head back to Spencer who stood in the doorway of his bedroom incredibly confused, you silently gestured to him to follow you with the nod of your head, it takes him a few seconds of internally fighting himself before he follows your lead, hopping down the stairs a few beats behind you before the both of you reach the bottom.

“You ready?” You say, getting on your tippy toes to whisper it quietly in his ear, you almost had forgotten how tall he was.

Confused, Spencer’s brows furrow before answering “ready for wh- Ow!” He groaned, hunching over a little at the pain, you felt a little bad for kicking him in the ankle with your boot, but you knew he deserved it a little for being so mean about your cupcake.

“Oh no!” You exclaimed, obviously acting to Spencer but you seemed to have convinced everyone else “I think Spencer sprained his ankle!” Gasping you pretend to comfort him moving him to the dining room chair as he glared at you from the side of his eye, almost instantly his parents had rushed over to the both of you instantly drowning him in worry.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Diana rushed reaching down to touch the ankle he had his hand over, he took a second to look up at you before answering.

“I don’t think so, it really hurts” he huffed rubbing the ankle in question, it shouldn’t have made you smile, but you thought it was sweet that he was going along with your plan and not immediately telling everyone you had just kicked him in the ankle.

It was like when you were kids creating elaborate stories as to why you needed $20 from your parents, claiming it was so you could buy a new textbook for class, when you really just bought Call of duty and played it in his room.

“I can take him to the ER” you offer looking down at Diana “he really shouldn’t be walking on it” nodding, you look between her and Spencer, attempting to read her facial expressions for any suspicions that this one really one big lie.

She looks up at Spencer for a moment, breaking her gaze with him to look at you before nodding “I think that’s a good idea” she smiles reaching up from Spencer to grab your hand in hers, you feel her soft warm palms grasp yours before she rushes to the kitchen for a moment.

Having both your families huddled around the both of you made keeping up the facade incredibly difficult, sure, you could lie to just about everyone and anyone, but lying to your family who knew you more than anything was beginning to become a little difficult.

Diana rushes back with an ice pack before leaning back down to Spencer’s ankle to press it against the bone softly. “Here” your dad mumbles, fishing his car keys from his left pant pocket before tossing them in your direction, so unexpectedly that you barely catch them, fumbling them in the process which causes Spencer to laugh a little beside you.

The first time you had heard him laugh all night, the first time you had heard him laugh in years.

“You’re dead if you scratch that car” your dad sternly tells you before he takes another swig of his beer, pressing your lips together nodding quickly, you glance back down at Spencer for a second seeing a small smirk grow on his face knowing everyone had believed your little coordinated stunt.

After a few moments of hustle, you recruit Brodie to help hobble Spencer out to the black suv as both your parents follow behind, you were still shocked that the scheme had even worked, and that Spencer had gone through with it.

“Why are you here?”

“I thought I’d come along?” Brodie shrugged, clicking his seatbelt before switching his gaze from the backseat between both you and Spencer.

“Get out” you smile nodding for him to leave.

“Why?” He spits, suspicions growing in his mind as his gaze flicks faster between you and Spencer “and since when are you guys even friends?” confused his mouth agape while memories of both Spencer and you being absent from the night caught up to him, if you were going to get away with something, it wasn’t going to be with brodie, that boy was seemingly always one step ahead of you.

He continues to look between the both of you as you both stammer for a response “Oh gross!” He exclaims unbuckling his seatbelt in an instance “are you guys hooking up?” His mouth drops, absolutely staggered by his own conclusion.

Seemingly one step ahead.

You and Spencer stare at each other mouths agape before Spencer begins to loudly, and rudely start fake gagging in response to Brodie claims, shocked you slap Spencer on the shoulder shaking your head in offense, there is no way on earth that boy was seriously fake gagging at the thought of hooking up with you.

“I don’t think there’s a single universe where that would happen” Spencer presses his lips together rubbing his arm where you had inflicted your second act of violence against him tonight.

“Oh?…” Brodie trails off, still incredibly confused on what sort of game you both were playing here.

“I’ll you don’t leave I’ll tell mom how you accidentally linked her credit card to your ark account”

“Okay see ya!” His eyebrows raised before scurrying out of the backseat of the car slamming the door behind him.

You and Spencer sit in comfortable silence for a moment taking deep breaths, both shocked your plan had actually worked.

After a few minutes you break the silence “by the way, in that alternate universe where we don’t hook up, is because I rejected you not the other way around” you point at him before buckling your seatbelt, Spencer only responds by holding his hands up in defense.

The car ride was almost silent other than the sound of the radio quietly playing and your blinker clicking away at each turn, Spencer spent the time gazing out the passenger window watching the houses zoom past him and watched the trees sway in the wind. His mind catches up when he sees the familiar 2 storey white paneled house with your baby blue volkswagen beetle convertible parked in the driveway.

“Why are we at your house?” Spencer questions, concerned, every possible situation flashes through his mind, were you pranking him? Were all your friends waiting there to laugh at him?

You switched the car off before turning to answer “did you think you were going wearing that?” Raking your eyes across his outfit, cringing again at the sight of it “it’s thanksgiving, you’d think you’d at least wear something nice” scoffing you open the drivers seat door before hurrying into your home.

Spencer opens his door before rushing to trail behind you “this is my nice doctor who shirt” he mumbles looking down at his own outfit, ignoring whatever loser sentence had just come from his mouth you push open your door nodding for him to follow.

You don’t turn around to make sure he’s keeping up with you before you hurry up the stairs making a beeline for your bedroom, once Spencer realizes where you’re headed, his footsteps behind you slow down a little only causing you to turn around confused.

“Um I don’t think I should go in there” he mumbled, staring at your bedroom door like he had just seen a ghost.

“Why?” You question, confusion painted over your face.

“It’s just- I don’t know, I just don’t want to” he rushed, face turning pink in embarrassment, it was as if any sort of confidence he had before completely diminished in front of you.

What if he was right? All your friends were sitting in there waiting for him to enter obliviously. He could only imagine how loud their laughs would be, he could almost hear it ringing through his ears.

Tilting your head you watch Spencer as he stands in shock staring at your door, you wave your hand in front of his face, clicking him out of whatever world he had entered “You’re scared of my room?”

“No- no… there’s no one in there, is there?” He sheepishly responds, pink traveling up to the tips of his ears.

“Yeah Spence the whole cheer squad is in there” the colour instantly drains from his pink embarrassment ridden face “no, there’s no one in my room… weirdo” you whisper pulling the door handle to swing it open, Spencer almost flinched at the sight of your bedroom.

Unlike his, your room was completely re arranged, the colour of your walls even had even been painted from pastel pink to light grey. He took a moment to scan around the room, everything had a place, every colour cohesive. He paused a little when he glanced at the numerous photo frames scattered across your bedroom, frames that once held photos of you at dance competitions, photos of you and Spencer riding your bikes or at your birthday parties, had been replaced by photos of your cheer team or you and your group of friends at parties.

Except for the picture frame on your bedside table, inserted with a photo of the both of you from science camp discovering how hydrogen peroxide and potassium iodide reacted for the first time.

He felt his heart unwillingly tighten at the thought that you still cared about him at least a little.

“Alright” you mumble digging through your wardrobe drawers completely oblivious to Spencer wandering your room deep in thought “here!” You exclaim pulling the grey hoodie from the bottom of your drawer, you chuck it at Spencer unexpectedly causing him to stumble backwards a little at the impact.

“Who’s is this?” he wonders, holding the hoodie up to see the garment, which was evidently much too large for you.

“Mine” you answer, while you tried to tidy up your now messy wardrobe, he shoots you a look, and despite you not being able to see, you could feel it by the silence “I like to buy boys hoodies” shrugging you stand back up brushing past him to Brodies room, in search of some pants, letting out a little ‘aha!’ when you found the one nice pair of jeans brodie owned, which you had bought.

You tossed the jeans at his chest which is he surprisingly caught this time around. You stood in the doorway of your room for a moment while Spencer held the pile of clothes in his arms, stunned like a deer in headlights.

“I’m gonna go downstairs so you can change” you nod before closing the door and hopping down the stairs before he could respond.

You hadn’t even had time to check your phone since you had gotten to thanksgiving, switching it on, the screen filled with numerous group chat messages and texts from your friends asking if you were still coming, which only earned a groan from you, you loved your friends, really, but sometimes it felt like they always wanted something from you.

Snapped out of your thoughts by your door snapping closed, you look up from the kitchen island to see Spencer’s black converse stepping down the stairs.

You’d never actually seen him wear anything other than graphic T-shirt’s and sweaters before, and although you thought those were indeed very him. It was like you were seeing a completely different version of him.

a version that didn’t dress like a clone of your brother.

“I feel stupid” he chuckles looking down at what he was wearing.

“You look cute” you smile at him laughing a little before switching your attention back to your phone.

Although a small gesture from you, your words made Spencer huff with a loss of breath, not one person in his entire life besides his mother had called him cute, other than you.

He stood there reminded of the times you used to ensure he looked cute while wearing a tree costume for the annual middle school play, or when he broke his arm and you had to convince him he looked fine with his cast, although he felt stupid you had told him he looked cute, you even drew pink hearts on his cast to make sure he knew.

But you called everyone that, he knew it was your favourite adjective.

“Alright” you chirp snapping him from his thoughts “you ready to go?” Spencer fizzles out from his thoughts to respond with a nod, which you return with a smile grabbing your keys from the kitchen bench.

The car ride remained silence for the most part, ears filled with the speakers softly playing Faye Webster and the sounds of cars buzzing around you.

“You know, you’re a lot quieter then when I tried giving you that cupcake” you chuckle turning for a moment to look at Spencer’s jawline as he gazed out the passenger window.

You only watched him shrug from the corner of your eye before responding “I feel safer in my room… in my house I guess” mumbling Spencer looks down at his lap before he starts to pick at his fingers.

You glance over again, watching how the red like from the traffic light shone over his face, you lick your lips before answering “I like it when you’re nice to me” you admit sheepishly snapping your head to meet the road again.

“I’d like it if your friends were nice to me” he mumbles again not daring to meet your eyes scared of your reaction.

“What?” You respond furrowing your brows in confusion “are they not nice to you?” A concerned look shoots through your face turning to face Spencer once again, this time his gaze meets yours simultaneously.

Spencer’s face reads confused as well, why were you confused? You’d been at high school for almost 4 years at this point, you’d had to be stupid to not realise the social ladder that your peers had created to make people like Spencer feel inferior.

“Are you kidding?” He responds, same confused look painted across his face “they’re not nice to anyone but themselves, you’d have to be blind not to see it” convinced you were playing some sort of game, he doesn’t show any sort of affection in response, but he knew you weren’t stupid.

You both sit in silence for a minute before you muster up a response, you weren’t stupid, you knew your friends weren’t the nicest to everyone but you convinced yourself that if you never indulged it didn’t count, you were never mean to anyone so you never felt as if you had their words on your conscious.

Selfishly because they were never mean to anyone you really cared about, you thought.

“Am I mean to you?” You questioned quickly, searching his face for a reaction, it only twisted in question before he responded.

“I don’t think so” he whispers softly which you barely register over the music.

You knew you were, not outright mean but mean by association, you never stopped their comments about passing by students, you usually never indulged but you were just as mean for letting them go so nonchalantly, cause although not about Spencer, they were about somebody’s Spencer.

It’s almost like you could feel Spencer’s heart beating yourself, the view of the 3 storey modern shaped grey and white home was enough to make Spencer’s heart beat spike while he watched people run in and out of the house, people he knew, people he had classes with.

You couldn’t help yourself but reach over to grab Spencer’s cool hand “you’ll be fine” you nodded giving it a squeeze before letting go to unbuckle your seatbelt.

His heart did something other than beat profusely, it tightened as you dropped his hand, and he hated it.

Trailing behind you like a lost puppy he took a moment to examine his surroundings, he recognised almost every person stumbling in and out of the house from classes or kids he tutored.

Almost instantly, you were embraced by a wave of girls who he had recognised as your cheer friends, laughing and giggling while they squealed about your outfit and hair, he stood behind you feeling like he was made from glass being absolutely ignored by anyone in his vicinity.

He stood staring at the tops of his laces for a moment, the sounds of loud music and chatter filling his ears as he waited for you to turn your attention to him instead.

“Ready?” You chirp as your friends wondered off in different directions, you told them not to wait up, and frankly they were much too indulged in themselves to even register the 6 foot boy hiding behind you like a child.

The last time you had asked if he was ready, you sent your shoe straight to his ankle so he shot a confused look in your direction.

Noticing his concern you chuckle before grabbing his hand to drag him through the sea of drunken teenagers.

He looked down at your hand, your cool rings flush against his own, his eyes widened a little when he felt his heart beat a little faster at the contact, and god he couldn’t stand it.

Eventually you dragged him to the kitchen where only two people had occupied, you dropped his hand behind you to embrace the girl sitting on top of the kitchen island, Spencer recognised her, you and Gianna had been friends since the first day of high school, and she was the only one of your friends Spencer could stand.

“Oh hi Spencer!” She smiled after breaking from your hug, she took a swig of her cup before taking a chance to scan over his outfit “not to be mean or anything, but did you get invit-” although she asked innocently you slapped her in the arm before she could continue.

“I have a love story to witness” smiling you nudge Spencer in the shoulder a little only earning his cheeks to turn pink as he looked down at his shoes a little longer “Sadie Keller has a big fat crush on him and so does he” you laugh making your way over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water, Spencer only nervously laughed at your words.

“Sadie Keller?” Gianna questions tilting her head a little earning a shy nod from Spencer “oh! are you her tutor?” She points at Spencer grinning a little.

“Um..” he mumbled turning to face you “yeah”

“God, she doesn’t stop yapping about you” giggling she takes another sip from her cup, she turns around for a moment scanning through the crowd “Sadie!” She yelled flailing her arm to grab her attention.

Almost frantically he turns to you who looked more than entertained seeing how embarrassed he got, you both look up at the sea of people watching as Sadie’s cherry red hair gets closer and closer pushing through the crowd of teenagers.

Spencer jumps a little at the grasp of your hand again, smiling up at him for a second giving his cold hand a squeeze “good luck Spence” you nod before you beckon Gianna from the kitchen island to leave spencer to fend for himself.

Spencer’s eyes follow you as you walk to the direction of the pool arm in arm with Gianna, before snapping to the pretty girl in front of him.

Your heart tightens just a little as you leave him there, furrowing eyebrows as you notice the feeling, the same feeling you had in seventh grade when he got partnered up with Ava Milligan instead of you.

The sounds of the thumping music fades out at you both walk to the pool outside taking a seat on the edge, it was typical for you and Gianna to sit at the pool together at parties, she was the only person that agreed the party scene wasn’t her favourite, you both were homebodies, but high school hustle made not attending parties sound like social suicide.

Giggling as you slipped your boots and socks off to dip your feet in the cool pool you both sit for a little leaning on each other in a comfortable silence in each others company.

You can’t help but glance through the glass doors into the kitchen, and feel the way your heart thumps at the view of Spencer and Sadie sitting on the kitchen island giggling at god knows what.

What could they possibly be laughing about? what could she have possibly said to make him laugh?

“Okay spill” Gianna mutters, snapping you from your Spencer induced trance, you only shoot her a confused look back “You show up at a party with the boy you’ve been in love with for like forever, I know something’s going on in that pretty little head” she chuckles nudging you a little, causing you to laugh in response.

“I’m not in love with him” you mumble back turning your attention to your feet swaying in the cool water, she raises an eyebrow, obviously not believing a word coming from your mouth.

“Okay, you keep thinking that” she smiles slinging her arm over your shoulder while your heads lean together gazing at the blue water “I just didn’t think you’d pass him off so easily… you know he looks at you the same way you look at him, deny it all you want” she whispers, only the faint sounds of the party and the small water splashing occupying your ears.

You knew she was right, god you were in love with Spencer Reid no matter how much you wanted to deny it, that’s why you kept his stupid photo on your bedside table, and why you made cupcakes every thanksgiving, and why him completely shutting you out hurt so much.

Giannas head lifts from your shoulder at the sound of the glass door snapping shut, your eyes raise to meet Spencer standing there smiling a little at you “my queue to leave” Gianna laughs before leaving a kiss on the top of your head before hopping up from the pool edge grabbing her shoes in one hand nodding at Spencer as they brushed past each other, she turns around to mouth a quick ‘good luck’ before returning to the commotion of the party.

“How’d it go” you beam as he made his way down to sit next to you criss cross at the pool.

“Good… I think but she asked me to go ice skating” he mumbles furrowing his brows a little.

“That’s great!” You foreign excitement reaching to grab his shoulder “why do you look so sad about it?”

“God..” he groans reaching to rub his face with his hands “I can’t ice skate”

You giggle a little at his despair “sure you can… we went together in sixth grade remember?”

“I broke my arm that day”

“Oh” you respond, memories flashing through your head “you did didn’t you, you had that cute little cast I used to draw hearts over” giggling at the memory you continue to swish your feet in the water.

There was that feeling again, his heart thumping a little louder than before, it was like anytime you said something about him that he was sure you wouldn’t remember, his heart skipped a beat, and he could feel his palms get warmer.

“I’ll teach you” you smile pulling him from his thoughts “I don’t think Sadie will want to drive you to the ER for another broken arm” you chuckle bringing your lip up to your teeth for a moment.

“Think of it as a practice date”

“A practice date it is” he chuckles smiling back at you, you both meet each others gaze for a moment, you felt a pit grow in the bottom of your stomach as you both sit in silence searching in each others eyes.

You never could admit it, but he was still the boy you fell in love with in fifth grade, and you were still the girl in love with him.

PART THREE

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kooktrash · 10 months

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WHAT DID U GUYS DO ON UR DATE ON MONDAYY 🥺🥺🥺

seven dates in one day

2.2k words. straight fluff and nothing else. they’re literally so whipped and it hasn’t even been 24 hours since they 🤭🤭 for the first time. idk I wanted to do a drabble bc i felt like they needed a whole part of their first date since it became official that y/n liked him too

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There was something about waking up after a good night’s sleep that drove you absolutely insane. The need to just stay in bed and try to fall back asleep was strong and as your eyes fluttered open to the bright sun beaming down on your face, all you wanted to do was hide under the navy blue comforter. You turned on your side, tempted to do just that and fall back asleep but a small scream left your lips.

“Morning,” Jungkook was laying on his side, eyes wide open with that little sparkle in the iris as he watched your attempt to wake up with a smile on his face like he didn’t just scare you half to death. You released a small groan pulling the comforter up to your chin, “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes, did you know you snore?” Jungkook asked and before you knew it he was mimicking what you could only assume was you snoring. You shot a hand up to cover his mouth and he just laughed, “Are you hungry?”

“No,” you mumbled as you turned on your back, “I’m tired, what time did we go to sleep last night?”

“I don’t know, 3am?” Jungkook said he moved to sit up, “But I’m not letting you sleep our whole day away.”

You released a groan, “Jungkook, I’m tir—hey!”

You don’t know how he did it but he managed to pick you up with ease, comforter and all, carrying you out of the room, “Put me down, we have all day.”

“It’s already ten,” Jungkook said, “Don’t you want to get ready?”

“For?”

Jungkook gasped loudly, “Our date? I’ve got the whole day figured out, I was just waiting for you to wake up.”

You released a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes as he sat you down on his couch and you wrapped yourself in the comforter like it was a cocoon of warmth. Jungkook looked at you with hearts in his eyes as he combed his hair out of his face, “We’ll go get brunch and that’ll wake you up.”

Jungkook didn’t plan on wasting any more time away from you than needed so when he dropped you off at your place, he hurried back home to shower and get dressed before running a couple red lights to go to you again. By the time he got to your place you were just getting out of the shower so like the ever so patient guy he is, he sat on your couch and waited anxiously.

“Ready?” You asked about coming out in a pretty black dress that showed off the majority of your tattoos and on Jungkook’s way to stand up, his knee hit your coffee table and knocked over an unlit Lana Del Rey candle with her face as Jesus, “My candle!”

Jungkook fixed her back in place and with a cheeky grin he walked over to you at the door, “My mistake, I need to show her more respect.”

“Obviously.”

The first start on this ‘seven course date’ was at a sma brunch cafe. You stared at everything on the menu with a small pout trying to see what you might like. Jungkook looked at you with a smile, “Are you ready to order?”

“No,” you said even as the waitress stood there waiting, with a sigh you looked back at him, “Order something for me.”

You listened in on the way he ordered everything and you were surprised that he ordered something you might like. The waitress looked at him with a slight blush in her cheeks whenever he looked back at her and you just watched her bite her lip and soften her voice to sound a bit more feminine.

Jungkook even made sure to ask for a specific ingredient in your order to not be put in, proudly explaining that you don’t like it so hold off on it and yet she just looked at him adoringly. You could tell right away that she found him attractive and though part of you expected that — because just look at him — you felt a little bothered considering you were sitting right there. You shifted your gaze down to the menu and just as you were beginning to tune them out, you felt the tip of his black combat boot against your foot. You played back, your foot bumping into his and you could see the way his smile widened when you both thanked the server as she left with your orders.

“How’d you know what I don’t like?” You asked in regards to the way he asked for certain things off your plate. Jungkook shrugged, “I’ve snooped through your lunches at work before.”

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes even if you smiled, your feet never stopping their game of footsies, “Wow, you really are obsessed with me.”

Jungkook just nodded proudly with a smile, “Obviously, not like I kept it a secret.”

The second course of your date was a simple walk in the park to walk off the abundance of food the two of you ate. He made you hold hands the entire way down the Han River, swinging them back and forth to the point where yours had grown clammy and you were whining, “Yah, my hand is sweating.”

“Yum,” Jungkook kissed your knuckle, never letting go and once again you rolled your eyes making him smile, “You know, every time you roll those pretty eyes at me, I just want to kiss you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the two of you stopped, “You’re so weird, you know that? Cringey.”

Jungkook pulled you into him by the same hand until your front was pressed against his and you took the lead, leaning on your tip toes and kissed him. He let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you as you mumbled through kisses, “It’s cute.”

He pulled away, hand to his chest as he faced the River like he was the male lead in some kdrama, “My heart. I’m not used to you or anyone for that matter calling me cute, keep it coming.”

“Well, you only get one compliment per hour,” you joked as you began walking away again, “You get weird when I give you too many.”

“You owe me at least seven of them,” Jungkook said following after you, nearly tripping over his own feet, “For being hot and cold with me all last week.”

The third part of your date was simple, Jungkook wanted to take those corny couple photo shoots at this small studio nearby. He made you wear bear ears and you put a bunny ear headband on him as you squeezed into a photobooth.

In the first picture it was just you two smiling.

In the second, Jungkook was pulling the ears down toward his eyes while you kiss his cheek.

In the third the two of you missed the timer cause he was having a staring contest with you and you refused to back down.

In the fourth, he was kissing you with his eyes closed holding your face in his hands.

The fourth part of your date was an extremely late lunch. This time you ordered food and he excitedly gobbled it all down dramatically saying, “You’ve never bought me food before, I think I’m gonna cry.”

To which you said, “Why are you so dramatic?”

In truth by the time Jungkook had taken you to your fifth destination, you were beyond exhausted. It wasn’t hard or anything, just a short trip to an illusion museum but the amount of times Jungkook stopped, made you pose, and took a dozen pictures of you was tiring.

“How many more?” You asked as he made you pose with your hands under your chin like you were a blooming flower while he snapped away.

“One more, I swear, now say ‘Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world’.”

With a roll of your eyes and a smile on your face, you said, “Jungkook is my favorite person in the whole world.”

You finally unposed as he looked down at his phone and about two seconds later you could hear your voice speaking back to you in a video and you gasped, “You said it was a picture!”

“I lied,” Jungkook held his phone away from you, “Next time you’re mean or try to ignore me, I’m gonna play this video for you.”

“Shut up, you like when I’m mean to you.”

“Yeah it turns me on, lowkey.”

The sixth part of the date was short, you went to a small restaurant for hot pot and Soju and he insisted on feeding you every now and then even if you absolutely hated it. He was king of PDA and you were queen of ‘please not in public’.

The seventh and final part was a trip to a stationary store. Jungkook could tell you were tired and probably tired of him already but he just couldn’t contain himself. It’s no secret you were the black cat to his golden retriever energy and he didn’t want the night to end. He loved annoying you because deep down he knew you liked it and he was intent on making you think about him just as much as he thinks about you.

You surprised him in the store when you said, “Let’s pick something out for each other, a secret surprise.”

He spent about thirty minutes debating between two things. One, a sketchbook with a pretty floral cover and two, a candle with a scent that reminded him of himself that he just had to get you with the excuse that maybe it would make you think about him every time you lit it. In the end he ended up buying both — and a matching gel ink pen set that he had seen you eye when you first got here. When he was done he went in search for you and found you at the register getting whatever you got him wrapped up and put in a gift bag.

“Hey!” You squealed as you felt him looming over your shoulder, “Stop peaking, you cheater.”

“I wasn’t!” Jungkook said, backing away, “I was just you know… trying to get a look?”

“Yeah, and that’s peaking, you himbo,” you said, thanking the clerk and heading toward the door, “Now we’re not opening it till we get to my place.”

“Wait, you want me to come over?” Jungkook asked walking you to his car, “Yay.”

…

“Okay, okay let’s open them already!” Jungkook groaned as the two of you sat on the floor in your living room with some rom com playing in the background. You got your gift bag handing it to him and the guy tore into it like it was Christmas morning.

“Alright well I guess we can’t reuse the gif—“

“Oh my god,” Jungkook gasped loudly, “Oh my god!”

You felt your cheeks redden as you looked at all the things he got you, suddenly feeling bad that you only got him one thing. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Sorry, I should’ve gotten you something better. We can go back an—what are you doing?”

Jungkook was snapping pictures of what you had gotten him. It wasn’t anything crazy, it was a pretty picture frame with a picture printed from earlier today. You put one of the pictures from the photo studio inside, it was one where you were looking at Jungkook while he tried to fix his hair, not even noticing that you had that look in your eyes that he always had when he looked at you.

Jungkook turned it over and on the back the words, ‘Seven first dates in a day’ and the date written in your handwriting.

“Give me a second, I think I’m gonna cry,” Jungkook said and you made a pout. This big, buff, dressed all in black, guy looked damn near close to tears.

“Why?” You asked scooting closer to him, “I promise I’ll get you something else, I thought we were only doing one thing. I know it’s kinda stupid but I figured it was a nice memory after everythin—“

“Shut up,” Jungkook said as he looked away from you, “You’re gonna make me cry.”

You laughed nervously, “Jungkook, I—“

“I’m just not used to you being so sweet,” he cleared his throat, running his thumb over the glass of the frame over you, “I don’t know, I guess I thought that I was still being a pain in the ass and—wait, Y/n, why are you crying? Did I make you cry?”

You hid your face in your hands, full on sobbing, “I was so mean to you a—and you were always so nice but I just wouldn’t let myself believe that you liked me and—why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying!” Jungkook cried. You couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay let’s stop crying, it’s kinda dramatic.”

“Okay,” he sniffles, “But I was never mad at you for it. I think you blowing me off so much is what made me like you more, you made me want to prove to you that I really wanted to be with you.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Okay, no need to get emotional, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I liked you too.”

“I know,” Jungkook moved your hair out of your face, “That’s why I didn’t give up. I knew you wrote scared to like me but I get it, I am really hot and it’s intimidating.”

You rolled your eyes laughing a bit, clearly knowing he was trying to make you feel better and it was working.

::.

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lunajay33 · 16 days

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The One🤎

Summary: You were in the line up and Negan took a liking towards you taking you back to the sanctuary, he wants you as another wife but you’re different (age gap)

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

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You were sitting in the line up next to Carl, you were the second youngest of the group but for some reason you weren’t scared even though you were surrounded by men with guns and a man swinging around a bat

“Well now look at you, quite the beauty”

“Perv” the group looked at you like you were insane to talk to him like that after what he just did to Abraham

He kneeled in front of you smirking, it made your heart thump it was strange a feeling you’ve never really felt before

“Got a mouth on her too, I like it, how old?”

“22” you said with less sass this time

“Hmmmm I was thinking of killing another one of you but I think I’ll take you home instead” he laughed as he motioned to a man to move you to Negans truck

“You better not touch her” Michonne stated with no fear

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take real good care of her………..let’s go boys!” Everyone got in there trucks, Negan hoping in the drivers seat just you and him, you looked out to window to those left in the line up watching you with fear, fear for you and what might happen

The truck rolled out of the dirt road until the group was was no longer in sight, leaving you to the silence of the truck, only the sound of Negan tapping on the steering wheel

“Do you have any music in this truck at least” you groaned hating the silence, never was one for it

He laughed pointing to the glove box

“Something should be in there darling”

Rummaging through the few cds that were in the glove box you found a Lana Del Rey CD making you laugh from shock

“Didn’t take you for a Lana man” you said as you slid the CD into the stereo skipping to White Mustang sitting back sighing in relief having missed this song

“What can I say, it’s enticing music, really gets the ladies in the mood”

“Oh really, and how many “ladies” do you get in the mood?” You asked in disbelief a little jealous as well even though you barely knew this man

“I have some wives, you might be the next”

“Well I don’t know what they’re like but if you want me as your wife it’s not going to be that easy and I won’t compete for a man” you didn’t know where this confidence came from but he made you feel a type of way

Negan showed you around the compound finally showing you where you’d be staying

“And this is your room, the other wives are all in the surrounding rooms, mines the one right at the end, if you ever need something”

“You live pretty lavishly up here, why do you need to steal from other communities” you groaned as you sat on the bed

“It’s the way I run things Angel get use to it, I’ll let you settle there will be a man on the outside of the door so you don’t try to escape” he said with that devilish smirk before he left closing the door behind him

You sighed laying back on the bed, in one day things changed so much, Maggie got sick something obviously wrong with the baby, caught by the saviours, Negan finishing off Abraham and now you were taken away from the people you loved, but maybe it was for the best maybe if he hadn’t taken you he might have killed more, if it meant they could live you could put up with whatever was going to happen here

The days went by, it had to have been a week and you haven’t left the room, the man at your door brought you food ever so often but you only ever had a little and picked at it, you felt like a prisoner, you thought since Negan took a liking to you that maybe he’d be around more

It was late in the middle of the night and the man at the door was long gone, you opened the door and the hall was silent, tiptoeing down the hall to the last room Negan said was his, you raised your hand to knock but decided to just go on in, turn the nob and opening slowly, peaking in to see him fast asleep on his huge bed the moon shining in through the windows

You walked to his side of the bed and poked his arm, no movement, you pushed him a bit harder but he only groaned

“Negan?” You whispered finally waking him up, he sat up in bed obviously still a bit out of it

“Angel what’re you doing here so late?” Suddenly this felt like an embarrassingly bad decision but it didn’t change how you were feeling

“I’m……I’m lonely”

You were ready for his quick wit or a horny remark but he just moved over and raised the blankets

“Well come on” you slide in next to him, the woodsy cherry cologne he wore surrounded you calming your nerves, you both laid down face to face

“None of the other wives have ever willingly come to my room” he said

“Why didn’t you come to mine? It’s been a week”

“I don’t know, guess you seem different than the others didn’t wanna blow my chances” this new side of him was a lot more comforting to be around

“Oh so you think you have a chance” you said letting out a sarcastic laugh

“You’re the one that came to my bed” he smirked

“I guess you could have a chance here but o don’t wanna be just another wife Negan” you said before sleep overcame you and you were out

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed except for a piece of paper where Negan was, you opened it a little nervous

“I’m out figuring some things out, I left you some new clothes on the edge of the bed, breakfast is on the desk, get your rest Angel”

Angel, that word sent a thrill through you, you looked to the end of the bed seeing a ivory lacy dress with a pair of worn cowgirl type boots and it fit perfectly, looking at the desk to see strawberries and pancakes, starving you ate the whole thing, tempted to lick the plate

The day went on and it was getting boring, you found a CD player and another Lana del Rey disc, playing Blue Jeans, you walked around the room checking out what he’s collected, a lot of CDs from nickelback to Lana to Alice in chains, a huge range of music, his closet was full of plaid and plain tshirts, you took a brown plaid and threw it on over your dress seeming to match perfectly and his cologne still lingered making your heart thump like the first time you talked

“Looking pretty gorgeous Angel, I see the clothes sit perfect” you heard from behind you making you jump and spin around seeing him leaning against the door frame

“Sorry I was a little cold and I just wanted to wear one” you said feeling embarrased

“Well I think you should wear my clothes more often” he smirked as he took your hand and led you to sit on the bed

“What did you do today? I thought you’d be here when I woke up”

“Your words got to me last night, I know we’ve barely known eachother but…..it’s been a long time since someone’s made me feel this way”

“How do I make you feel?” You asked sitting closer

“Oh I think you know Angel, cause I think you feel the same way, you get a thrill around me, your heart thumps when you’re close to me, I want that more than some meaningless hookups…….thats why let the other wives go, broke everything off, I wanna see where this can go just you and me” he said squeezing your hand

“Really you did that for me?”

“I want a chance Angel, if you’re up for it”

“I’m all yours Negan, but you have to leave Alexandria alone, they’re still my family……please”

“Whatever you want Angel, just want you happy”

He pushed your hair back behind your ear tracing his fingers down you checks to your jaw, butterflies going crazy in your stomach

“I might be a little inexperienced compared to you, I don’t wanna get your hopes up” he laughed before realizing you were serious

“Oh you’re serious, how have you never been with someone, you’re so sexy”

“Well you know the world ended and I never really found the person or the time to bang one out”

“Don’t worry baby, I got you, show you a real good time, when you’re ready”

#twd fanfiction #negan #negan smith #twd negan #negan x reader #the walking dead negan #negan fanfiction #negan imagine #negan x you #negan smut #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan smith x y/n #negan x y/n #twd #the walking dead series

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gentaro-kinniecom · 11 months

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༻Zipping up a dress/shirt trope (unit leaders + Wataru)༺

Characters: Madara Mikejima, Rei Sakuma, Wataru Hibiki, Keito Hasumi, Rinne Amagi, Shu Itsuki, Chiaki Morisawa, Nagisa Ran, Natsume Sakasaki and Eichi Tenshouin

Cw: suggestive, tbh just detailed backstories (in some cases) before the actual trope of the characters helping reader with their zipper, maybe ooc characters(?), wataru and rinne doing the opposite of this post, (long post 😭) Malice Mizer reference goes hard in Shu’s part 🤭, almost forgot to tag Natsume’s pet name for the reader (kitten) as a warning help-

A/n: hi guys! Sorry for the long break i had on tumblr 😭 kinda lost motivation to post but i’ll try to keep doing this throughout summer vacations now that i have time for it so..yeah! The making out + hcs posts will continue and there’s about 4 left ;i have also received some requests so stay tuned!! (Edit) I FORGOT WATARU ISNT A UNIT LEADER HELP MEEE i mean theres the Träumerei temporary unit in which he was the leader of but still 😭

"Hey babe, can you help me out with this zipper? I can't seem to reach it"

Madara Mikejima

One to always refuse taking you to his ‘missions’. Obviously, he knows some of these missions could cost his life, and taking you to one and for something to possibly happen to you, makes his heart shatter. But, tonight was his lucky day, your 2nd aniversary. Madara had booked a reservation in one of your favorite places. He entered the room with his usual smile, holding your waist before zipping your outfit, kissing your neck

“It looks good, though I think it’d look better on my floor”

Rei Sakuma

You were both running a tad early to one of his concerts in the city, but of course, getting there is all it matters. As soon as he heard you, he went to the other room of his dressing room, lets say a complementary room for it, but anyways; his smile was the highlight of your day, he didn’t mind helping you out, after all, Rei loved it when you trust him in simple things like this. When he finished, he quickly gave you a kiss before speaking

“I’ll always be here whenever you need me to”

Wataru Hibiki

He’s very helpful, well, at most times. He likes to be playful mostly when you need help, in cases were it wasn’t serious, but in this one, he simply smiled as he went towards you and started unzipping the dress

“Uh Wataru? I said i needed help with zipping it..not..the opposite..”

Wataru simply laughed and zipped it, letting you admire yourself for a bit as he wrapped his arms around you

“I couldn’t resist~! You’re just so perfect, I prefer seeing you without it. Your body is a masterpiece, I can’t help but admire it”

Keito Hasumi

He simply goes towards you and helps you out. He’s really not interested in anything else so your attempts to “seduce” him are not going to work so easily. Keito is a very reserved man and doesn’t get bothered at ‘insignificant things’, or does he? This time however, as he made his way towards you, your outfit caught him off guard, it was the one you had worn during your first date after being together for 3 years, he felt himself tear up as he looked at you

“You always look so beautiful in whatever you choose, even without it, your beauty never ceases to amaze me”

Rinne Amagi

Somewhat similar to Wataru’s except…well he’s Rinne, what do you expect? He had suggested a date for all his hard work with Crazy B and the tough week they’ve had, of course, he reserved a decent restaurant down the street, nothing too formal, but still enough to impress. While you were having trouble with the zipper of your clothes, he decided to approach you after your “cry for help” which was just a simple statement for assistance, as Rinne entered the room, he whistled, checking you out and hastily unzipping your outfit

“Rinne..! I said i needed help zipping it, not unzipping and taking it off my body..”

He all but chuckled as he turned you around

“Who said anything about going out? Actually, i might cancel or we do have a bit of time before it, no? I seriously cannot resist you a minute longer, c’mon~! Let’s have some fun, okay?”

Shu Itsuki

He’s used to helping you get into anything he crafts, whether its a dress or a shirt he made thinking about you, he’s used to helping you put your outfits on if they require assistance. This was one of those days where Shu had finished another beautiful creation of his and decided to lend you a hand, zipping it carefully and taking one look in the mirror as he saw you admire yourself once more

“It’s absolutely perfect, you’re perfect. I feel honored having you wear the artworks I’ve created for you..ma chérie”

Chiaki Morisawa

He’s so sweet and helps you even when you don’t require any assistance, he’s just like that. A charming and caring boyfriend like Chiaki always makes sure you’re well, in every aspect. So it’s not rare for him to help you always, this time, when he heard you, he was just around the corner, rushing softly to your shared room and smiling as he saw the outfit, it was one of his favorites. Chiaki placed his hands on your shoulders after helping you out and spoke

“Look! We match! Isn’t that cute? We should get going for our date before it gets late!”

Nagisa Ran

Used to formal attire that requires assistance, especially from their loving partner who Nagisa loves seeing them in such outfits; like today. Nagisa had a rather important event with Eden, and he was allowed to bring a plus one, like usual, and of course he always brings his partner to these. After hearing your call for assistance, Ran didn’t hesitate to go to your shared room, taking in the beautiful outfit you wore as he smiled brightly

“Of course my dear, anything you need me to do..I’ll help you. How about we go for dinner after the event? I’ll make sure to reserve us a nice table ahead”

Natsume Sakasaki

Even though he’s somewhat always focused on his potions and magic stuff, and his unit, Switch on top of that, Natsume cherishes every moment of your relationship to the max, although he would never admit that out loud that is. You’re his comfort zone, his one person to go to whenever he’s feeling down, happy, or anything out of the ordinary. However, it’s not usual for you to request his help, when he entered your room, his flirtatious persona became into a nervous one, the outfit you wore was absolutely stunning, accentuating your features and leaving him breathless. He tried keeping his calm and helped you, thats what he came for after all right?

“Natsume are you alright? You look a bit red..”

He smiled, nodding as he rested a hand on your waist, sighing happily before speaking

“Of course kitten, why wouldn’t I be? It’s nice to see you getting arranged for our date today”

Eichi Tenshouin

Being heir to a very prosperous family and head of the student council had its moments where Eichi was overloaded with tons of responsibility and work. Sometimes getting very sick due to his condition, and he’s glad to have met someone like you to complement his life so positivity. Events like family dinners or special events in general are usual to him, especially with helping you put on one of the many outfits he had bought you for dates or anniversary gifts, even birthday ones. Today was like those other days where you would have romantic dinners or went to an important event. Eichi smiled as he entered his room, watching you struggle a bit with the outfit he had bought you, without thinking twice, he approached you softly, his hands on your back, zipping the outfit slowly. After he was done, Eichi smiled, a genuine one for the first time in a while, as he spoke

“I’m glad to see you ready, shall we get going?”

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urrockstar-xe · 7 months

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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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word count: 0.8k

You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

#nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro imagine #svu imagine #law and order svu imagines #nick amaro fluff #nick amaro #Spotify

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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HI!!!

Soooo i have a request for charlie🤭🤭

I was thinking maybe the reader has had a crush on charlie since, like, the beginning of the school year or something, but she’s seen him flirting with Kirby on and off. Charlie ends up seeing the reader pissed after he flirts with Kirby and teases the reader about it…which ends up with them in an argument/memoir session maybe? maybe soft dom charlie? idk idk🤭 anywho have an amazing day!! xoxo

omg this request made me realize that I havent written for charlie in ages!

"when you gonna ditch that stupid (*)" | charlie walker

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @mayathepsychic1999 @@romanroyapoligist @livingdead-materialgirl @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly @yungbloodsuxca @kashmirclam @imoonkiss @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss

female!reader x charlie

word count: 913

contents: smoking, jealousy, charlie being a loser

you didn’t care much for school. classes were redundant and monotonous, there was always some sort of drama that you got yourself roped into, and unfortunately for you, you’d always be the second choice for charlie walker. truly embarrassing.

if the flannels and button-up shirts didn’t classify him as a nerd, then the fact that he was a complete film geek and could quote every line in the scream franchise verbatim definitely did. so it was completely lost on you how he’d managed to score a girl like kirby reed.

as you hastily put in your combination into your rusted lock, down the hallway you heard charlie crack a stupid joke to kirby, earning a forced laugh out of her. you glanced at them through your peripherals as they passed by, seeing the way he looked at her with such infatuation and that stupid grin on his face.

you bit your lip, looking into your locker as a sting of envy coiled in your gut. it wasn’t like you were undesirable or anything. you frequently got your fair share of being asked on dates and cute little notes in your locker, but your heart knew exactly what it wanted.

kirby and charlie parted ways, their interaction ending with kirby giving him a playful slap on the chest before walking away. he stood in the center of the hallway, looking like he had just won the lottery with the way he was beaming. you rolled your eyes, slamming your locker shut and trudging out of the building. you had a class right now, but any intention you had of showing up had vanished instantly.

the sun blinded you momentarily, the warmth of the outside wrapping you in a gleaming blanket. you made your way to the fountain, sitting down on the edge and setting down your bookbag. you dug into your pocket, fishing out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes and a hot-pink lighter with a worn-out ghostface sticker on it. a stupid little gift charlie had given you in freshman year.

you tucked the cigarette in between your teeth, lighting it and taking a long drag. you fiddled with you lighter, your mind starting to wander to how you got in this position in the first place. you could’ve sworn that he liked you back. just a month ago, you two had gotten drunk at a party and he’d asked if you wanted to see his movie collection. a strange request, yes, but it was his own way of showing his affection. but now it seemed like he was just playing you like a cheap yoyo.

“smoking on school grounds? how scandalous.” his geeky voice snapped you back to reality. you looked up to see him standing above you, his auburn hair looking like pure gold in the sunshine. you rolled your eyes, exhaling a thin ribbon of smoke. “sue me.” you muttered as he sat down beside you.

you were angry at him but god, why did he have to look so ethereal? his ice-cold irises were swallowed by his pupils as he looked at you, his thigh brushing against you. “i… i haven’t seen you in a while. h-how’ve you been?” he plastered a smile onto his face, obviously uncomfortable by this interaction.

you scoffed. “save me the small talk, charlie. what do you want?” he pouted a little, looking more pathetic than ever. “you mad at me or something?” you turned away slightly, not wanting to see his face or else your cold demeanor may break. he snaked an arm around your waist. “you’re too pretty to be mad, y’know?”

you twirled the cigarette between your fingers. ”i bet you say that to all the girls…” he froze for a moment before smirking a little. “oh, that’s what this is about. you’re jealous, huh?” he pulled you in closer, almost pulling you onto his lap before you began to squirm. “quit it, will you? you can’t just pretend to like me then go ahead and eyefuck kirby everytime you talk to her.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so it’s fine for you to get asked out by every guy in school but when i talk to another girl you get all mad at me?” he scoffed. you shook your head, putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him back to you. “i reject every single one of them in hopes that one day you’ll gather up the balls to ask me out.” you froze up. you hadn’t meant to reveal that much to me.

but a hint of a smile lit up his face. he glanced down, looking at the lighter in your hand and taking in the sight of the conspicuous sticker on it. he took your hand into his, opening yours to get a better look. “w-woah… you still have this..?” you rolled your eyes a little. “don’t get any ideas. i’ve tried to get it off but it wouldn’t budge.”

he laughed a little, holding you close to him. you felt his faint heartbeat against your back, letting a moment of silence drape over you two. then he spoke again. “h-hey, i never finished showing you my movie collection. are you down tonight to take a look at the rest of them?” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “i swear, you’re the biggest loser in the world.”

he beamed with joy, giving you a tight squeeze around your waist. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

author's note: i'm so sorry that this took so long to get out, I've been so unorganized lately :((

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker #rory culkin x reader #scream #scream franchise #scream movie #scre4m #scream 4 #scream movies #rory culkin smut #smut #lana unreleased #lana del rey unreleased #lana del rey

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artemis32 · 2 years

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Transilience

Yandere Todoroki family x reader

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@i-cant-sing originally came up with the yandere todoroki family idea - this is loosely based off of Snow’s idea :)) I’ll link her masterlist here

Please note that this is a little bit darker than what I usually write - if you’re sensitive to any of the topics listed below, please do not read this

word count - 4.6k

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tw - abuse, violence, slight mentions of drugging, stalking, child neglect?? (broader warnings in the tags - yandere-ness will start in part 2)

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part II

bnha masterlist

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The Todoroki family were an odd bunch, that much was clear.

Something about them, about the way they acted - both around one another, and around others - was so glaringly different. Of course, no one was stupid enough to pry into the private lives of the family of a hero as powerful as Endeavor.

Not that he was the only one worthy of a careful amount of caution - all of them were fairly powerful in their own right.

And their private familial situation remained exactly that - private.

No one knew what exactly happened behind closed doors, and everyone preferred it that way. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie.

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Enji and Rei Todoroki weren’t always so dysfunctional.

There was a time, just before Natsu was born, where they were happy with life - or, as happy as they could have been in a marriage such as theirs.

Touya and Fuyumi never knew the specifics as children, but after Natsuo was born, Toya specifically learnt exactly why they had been born.

And really, what good were they if they couldn’t fulfill the one purpose they were meant to?

Fuyumi and Natsuo inherited their mother’s quirk, and they had no problems controlling it, but they weren’t what they should have been. They had no extraordinary abilities, no incredible control of their quirks beyond what anyone else could have achieved.

Touya himself could have been perceived as an even greater disappointment. While he had managed to inherit his father’s quirk, it didn’t mean much. He fell short in more ways than one, that much he knew. What use was a quirk like his if he only ended up hurting himself? No amount of precision and control could help him meet his father’s expectations.

Things were awkward, tense in their home for the longest time. Until their parents announced that they would be having a baby. A last ditch attempt to salvage their quickly crumbling family.

Only, the bland, quiet life they had been living quickly changed when they received some startling news. Good news, is what Rei insisted anytime one of her three children would bring it up.

It was discovered, somewhat late in the pregnancy, that Rei Todoroki was expecting twins. This had to be good news, surely? The supposed last ditch attempt was growing more plausible with every passing moment.

Their father became softer, somehow. He looked at his wife with loving eyes, spoke to her with soft words and gentle smiles. The change was almost disturbing. Rei took it in stride, and it seemed as though she had more life in her than she had even before she’d gotten married.

Touya didn’t hope for much, but he prayed, deep down, to whichever deity may be listening, that this miraculous change would stick.

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The twins, as they had been referred to throughout the pregnancy, were born in winter.

Snow blanketed everything in sight, and the world looked peaceful and undisturbed, almost as though this was a moment stuck in time.

The three Todoroki children were made to stay outside in the waiting room, but the snow covered landscape just beyond the window was too enticing to just look at.

They bundled up and snuck outside, laughing and squealing in the snow.

Hours later, after their faces turned pink and their hands went numb, they returned to the beige waiting room.

As soon as they sat down, a nurse in a stark white coat opened the door and made her way to them. She’d crouched down before them and invited them to meet their new siblings.

They’d said yes, obviously, and bounced eagerly towards their mother’s bedside, standing on tiptoes to catch the smallest glimpse of the twins.

Rei gave them a tired smile and beckoned them onto her bed, and they scrambled up without waiting another moment.

Touya, in that moment, believed in love at first sight. Not the cliché type Fuyumi spoke about, not what you might read in a book or a manga, or see in a cheesy romance movie.

No, in that moment, Touya felt burning love, the urge to protect, to shield and care for his newest siblings.

Protect from what? Nightmares, maybe. Or bullies and older children. From their father. From mean teachers, from crushes and fantasy worlds, from anything that meant to do them harm.

He’d felt this urge before, albeit not as intensely, when Fuyumi and Natsuo were born. But now, staring down as the tiny fists grasping one another as the two of you held each other close, he promised himself that he would protect you. This time, he would not fail as he had before.

Natsuo and Fuyumi, huddled beside him on the mattress, had similar thoughts in that moment.

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Shoto got his quirk when he was four years old.

It was something of a miracle in your father’s eyes, as if his wish had finally come true after all these years.

He’d been blessed with a child who had two quirks - quirks which perfectly complemented each other.

After that, you didn’t see Shoto as often.

For days, weeks, months, years, you’d waited. Patiently, like your mother and brothers and sister told you to, you waited. Only, no amount of waiting would change you fate.

You were quirkless.

The universe had a strange sense of humour, that much you were certain of.

Years of waiting and hoping, and your father had eventually gotten his golden child, one with two perfect quirks. Only, everything came at a price. And the price for his victory was you.

You barely looked like your siblings, and you had no quirk, nothing that announced to the world that you were in fact a Todoroki. It didn’t affect you much, not until you were old enough to join school, to see how people fawned over your brother, and how they looked at you with such distain.

A year after Shoto got his quirk, Touya died.

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At ten years old, you accepted that you would never have a quirk.

You also accepted the fact that your family, along with the rest of the world, liked your brother a lot more than they liked you.

That was actually something that you understood. Of course people would like Shoto - he was so perfect. Handsome, intelligent, physically perfect, and he had an incredible quirk. You understood that people would like him more than you.

On him, the quiet, critical attitude was seen as mysterious and cool. On you, it seemed like you were just a bitch, one that thought she was so much better than everyone else even though she didn’t have a quirk. You knew that that was what people said about you behind your back. You didn’t have the will to correct them.

You understood why people liked Shoto more than you.

What you didn’t understand is why you didn’t have a quirk.

You understood the science behind it, the genetic reasoning. You’d seen your fair share of doctors, each of them saying the same thing.

“It’s not uncommon for quirks to be unbalanced in twins - either they spilt a quirk exactly, or one gets everything, and the other gets nothing.”

A dumbed down version, said simply enough for five year old to understand.

Over the years, you learnt the specifics of it, but that didn’t change the outcome.

You were quirkless.

You were quirkless and Shoto wasn’t.

You were quirkless because Shoto wasn't.

****

Shoto joined UA at fifteen years old.

You tried to seem happy for him - not that he cared all that much about what you thought.

But no matter how much you smiled and congratulated him, it still stung.

Shoto was moving on with his life, improving in areas you would never be able to even imagine.

Fuyumi and Natsuo were proud of him, they’d made that abundantly clear. They’d had a celebratory dinner, all of Shoto’s favourite food’s covering the table. They’d gotten him small gifts as well, clothing, books, small trinkets that seemed to hold some significant meaning - a meaning you couldn’t understand.

Your father, stoic as he was, had a small smile on his face, so obviously proud even though it was expected of the golden child to attend UA. You weren’t sure what your mother’s reaction was when she found out. You weren't allowed to see her.

Not wanting to be around their unnecessary cheer, you left quietly, ducking out the doorway before anyone noticed - not that they would.

Sometimes you wondered what might have become of your life if things had been different.

If you had been the one to get a quirk and Shoto was the unlucky one. If the two of you had shared the quirk equally, like you’d begged and prayed for years.

If Touya hadn’t died. He had been kind to you, regardless of your lack of quirk, regardless of your otherwise off putting personality.

You wondered what would have happened, had your mother not blamed her mental break on you. Maybe your siblings would be able to tolerate you. Maybe your father would give you a moment of attention.

Wondering never did much, but living in a fantasy land of what might have been was better than living in the dreary reality of what actually was.

And much like the past of what might have been, you would spend the next few years thinking about what might have been if you hadn’t left home that night, if you’d chosen to accept the cold shoulders and awkward silences, rather than choosing to escape for a few minutes.

****

On your twelfth birthday, you hadn’t received a birthday gift.

Not surprising, considering you hadn’t gotten so much as a “happy birthday” in six years at that point, but for some reason, it hurt more on that year than it ever had in the past.

You’d spent the day away from home.

Throughout your little adventure, you explored the areas surrounding your home, and places further than that. You had seen more in those few hours than you had in your entire life, and it had been fun.

The highlight of your day, of the places you’d seen, had to be the large park you’d found near the end of the day.

Really, it could be described more as a forest than a park, but it had been filled with greenery - trees, grass, ponds and flowers. So many flowers.

By the time you’d returned home, it had been close to midnight. There were no comments or questions about where you had been. You didn’t tell anyone.

When things got too difficult, too overwhelming, too much; you went back there. It felt as though it was your own slice of heaven, tucked away for you and only you, stuck in time.

You went there whenever Shoto, Natsuo or Fuyumi went to visit your mother. Sometimes you’d fall asleep there too, in no rush to return home.

Regardless of how often you went there, it remained your safe space - somewhere only you went, a place only you knew about.

****

The sun had long since set, but still you remained seated on the comfortable patch of grass you’d found in your forest.

Time passed differently when you were here, and you got distracted easily.

You had managed to grab your bag right before you’d snuck out. Well, walked out. No one would say anything if they saw you leave.

Regardless, you were grateful that you’d had the forethought to grab your bag. It meant you had something to pass the time with, to help distract yourself.

Currently, you were studying the thick textbook you’d bought about a month prior. Working your way through it was a slow-going process, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything, so you’d taken to reading through it with a critical eye.

You only went through it when you were alone. If your father were to catch wind of what you were researching, he might burn the book to ashes. Or worse, hit you like he had in the past.

One thing you’d learnt over the years was that your father had a hairpin trigger when it came to his patience, especially for you.

And if he discovered that you were researching quirks of all things?

You were sure you’d end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises.

Years prior, you’d taken a interest in the origins of quirks, and your father had nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. Why he’d gotten so upset, you would never understand. You didn’t really care either way.

The newest textbook you’d gotten your hands on was about quirks and trauma, something you’d never considered. It was an interesting concept, one that hadn’t really been tested out yet.

Much like a dormant genetic disorder, it is theoriesed that in the case of the quirkless individual (subject A), a stressor or trauma is required to activate the quirk gene.

In the case of a physical stressor, extreme pain registers in the parietal lobe. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to pain than subject B (the individual with one or more quirks).

In the case of a mental stressor, shock, of whichever degree, registers in the amygdala. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to shock than subject B.

It can be deduced that an extreme of both or either stressor is needed to activate the dormant quirk gene in quirkless individuals.

NOTE: Further testing is required.

The lack of light finally began taking a strain on your eyes, so you decided to pack up and head home for the night.

Stretching your arms high above your head, your joints popped. Hours of sitting in the same position did not do your back any favours.

Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you were about to leave when you heard a crack behind you, like someone had snapped a pencil.

You stopped and looked around, then down at the floor, thinking - somewhat foolishly, in hindsight - that you’d left a pencil on the ground and stepped on it while you walked away.

Distracted with your search for the nonexistent pencil, you’re caught by surprise when your feet are knocked out from under you. You hit the ground awkwardly, your bodyweight slamming onto your shoulder as the breath was knocked from your lungs.

You lay there for a long moment, gasping in half breaths, trying to shake off the confusion in your mind.

Sitting up is painful, it sends wave after wave of rolling agony through your shoulder, down your arm, and it settles in your fingertips, which quickly turn tingly and numb.

You taste blood.

Prodding at your lip with your tongue, you find that it’s split and leaking blood. You have a small scrape on your forehead, one barely worth noting.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand and glance around, looking for whatever had knocked you clean off your feet.

The small clearing was as empty as it had been when you’d first arrived, hours ago. There wasn’t so much as a bird flying around.

You were alone.

You were alone, until you weren’t.

A whistling sound towards your right catches your attention. You turn your head, intent on giving whoever was tormenting you an earful, when you’re blinded.

Light brighter than what could be generated by a torch fills your vision. You’re stunned, standing in slight shock, too afraid to move even one step without your sight.

The choice of whether to move or not is made for you as something heavy and hard hits you in the stomach.

You fold like a house of cards, dropping to the ground.

There’s a ringing sound now.

You’re disoriented, unable to see, nearly unable to hear.

You can still feel though. And there’s a small pinprick, barely enough to register the pain.

You black out before you can tell what happens next.

****

You’ve always hated hospitals.

When your mother had first been admitted to Fujiya Hospital, you’d visit her alongside your siblings.

Back then, you hadn’t realised how much she hated you. You hadn’t realised that she blamed you for everything falling apart. The rest of your family soon felt similarly about you, or so you thought.

You used to patiently wait your turn to speak to your mother, standing straight and still just as you were taught. First was Fuyumi, telling your mother about her day, any noteworthy events. Next was Natsuo - he’d rarely tell her about his day. Instead, he’d ask about her condition, how she felt. Shoto always got to talk to her before you because he was older, a childish jibe he pulled whenever he wanted something you had.

Your mother would always be in a sour mood by the time you got to speak to her, eagerly talking about anything and everything, stumbling over your words in your haste. She never seemed to pay attention, always looking away from you, at a wall, or out a window, far into the distance. You’d always told yourself that she was tired, that since she spoke to all three your siblings before you, what you had to say wasn’t as exciting.

One day, nearly year and a half after she’d been admitted, your mother snapped.

She told you exactly what she thought of you. Exactly how much she hated you.

Ungrateful brat. Bastard child. Worthless. Unlovable wench.

You had been too shocked to cry. Too shocked to do much of anything for a few days after that. There had been an incessant ringing in your ears in that moment, so you missed a lot of what she had said, but you’d heard a lot more than any child should ever have to in the few short moments before Natsuo had dragged you away.

While it was true that you’d never looked much like anyone in your family, you were indeed related to them. Enji didn’t seem to believe that for a while after you were born, and he’d argued with Rei a lot because of it.

A few tests later, and he begrudgingly accepted that you were just different.

His tolerance for you dropped immensely when Shoto developed his quirk, and you proved to be an even greater disappointment.

Rei doted on Shoto, “protecting” him from your father. She grew frustrated with everything, and she took those frustrations out on you.

For most of your childhood, you had blocked out the way your parents had treated you. Enji’s treatment of you may have been bad throughout the years - he’d ignore you, occasionally slapping you around if you had particularly annoyed him. But Rei? She was the dark, foul creature that filled your nightmares.

Her words stung more than her rejection at times, and that day at the hospital had taken the cake. But the way she smacked you upside the head or across the face made Enji look like a gentle giant. She had no qualms about throwing random objects at you, whatever was within reach. No matter how much you wanted to believe the best of her, your mother hated you.

You were sure she would kill you if she could.

The worst of everything she’d done to you over the years had to have been the fact that she blamed everything bad in her life on you.

Oh, a glass broke in the kitchen? Your fault. Natsuo did badly at school? Your fault. Enji slapped her for interferring with Shoto’s training? Your fault.

Touya’s death?

Your fault.

Shoto’s accident?

Your fault.

Your own mother being locked up in a hospital like a crazy person?

Your fault.

It was all your fault. Everything was your fault.

****

When you were eight years old, you had been knocked by a car.

It hadn’t been your fault.

It wasn’t your fault.

You had been crossing the road, on the way home after school.

Shoto had been walking ahead of you, and you were running to catch up to him, eager to talk to him while you had the chance. He was your brother but you rarely got to see him - while he was busy training with your father, you were expected to cook and clean. “Pulling your weight” is what your father told you. You had to be of some use to them.

You had made sure that the road was clear when you crossed.

There hadn’t been any cars, you were certain of it.

Only, you had made it a whole four steps into the street before you were knocked clean off your feet, rolling, skidding a few feet away.

The person who knocked you had left immediately, and the police had never managed to catch them. Not that it mattered all that much.

You spent two months in hospital.

A severe concussion, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, fractured wrist, slight brain swelling, and some internal bleeding.

Those months you spent in the hospital were pure torture. No one came to visit you - at least, not while you were awake. You’d find clothes, food, and occasionally books whenever you woke up from a drug induced sleep, but no one ever came to see you while you were awake.

The nurses and doctors didn’t speak to you either, other than to ask how you felt. They barely even looked you in the eye.

You returned to an empty home two months later, everyone going about their lives as if you barely existed.

You weren’t allowed to walk to school again after that.

****

You’ve always hated hospitals.

Which is why you were so unhappy to wake up in one again.

One thing was certain though. Waking up wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't smell bleach or disinfectant, you didn't hear a steady beeping or feel anything noteworthy. In fact, you barely registered that you were awake at all for a good ten minutes.

It was only when you sensed a slight shift to your left that you realised that you weren't unconscious, you weren't floating through dark, endless, nothingness.

You still couldn't hear anything.

In fact, it seemed as though all of your senses were dulled. Blunt.

Recalling what had happened right before you lost consciousness, you felt frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.

You spent a while like that, barely moving, barely breathing, in a state of near panic. It all came to a head the moment you felt a gentle hand lay itself on your arm, and a muffled noise, as if someone was trying to talk to you.

As if the person trying to talk to you could read your mind, they held you down the moment you tried to jump up and run. Not that you would’ve gotten very far, you realise a moment later when you open your eyes and see the room full of nurses before you.

The person holding you down, Natsuo, looks at you with alarming concern, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth pinched into a tight line. You’ve never seen him look so worried.

“Hey, calm down. Calm down. You’re fine, deep breaths.”

He says it as a command, not a gentle suggestion.

You nod, still dazed and confused, but you do as he says. Taking the opportunity, you look around the room.

It’s more spacious than you had originally thought. The bed you’re laying in feels small and out of place in the stark white room. Large floor to ceiling windows cover one wall of the room, making the space look even brighter than normal.

The light makes your head throb, and you close your eyes as you lean back.

Someone had fluffed the pillows for you. It bothered you that you hadn’t noticed someone get that close to you.

Once your head stopped pulsing to an irregular beat, you open your eyes again, deciding it was wiser to stay laying down.

Natsuo was still talking.

The nurses had left the room.

“Natsuo.” You interrupted him.

You rarely interrupted anyone in your family. Your father in particular had made it abundantly clear that he would smack you into next week if you ever decided to speak over him. Naturally, you’d decided to not interrupt anyone in your family. You never knew when one of your siblings might let something slip to your father.

But you felt as if you’d earned the right to interrupt someone, just this once.

Your brother looked up at you and hummed, prompting you to talk.

“What’s going on? The last thing I remember, I was about to head home, and then...”

You stopped. You had no idea how much he knew about your park, and you weren’t about to hand him that information on a silver platter. Besides, he seemed to have understood the gist of your question anyway.

“I was just getting to that. Here, drink this.”

He handed you a clear plastic cup. You sniffed it. Water.

You took a sip and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.

“Like I was saying, you were gone for a few days. Fuyumi wouldn’t sleep, and dad was getting a search party together and everything to go and look for you. Of course, Shoto was at school, and Fuyumi didn’t want to worry him, so no one told him you were missing.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together at that. You’d been missing for days? How long had you been unconscious for? And your family had actually been concerned? Your father had been putting together a search party?

Sliding your hand up your arm, you pinched yourself until you drew blood.

Huh. Not a dream then.

Natsuo continued on, oblivious to your internal turmoil.

“They found you behind some old warehouse in the business district, in an alleyway of all places. I thought you’d be half beat to death with how panicked dad sounded, but you were completely fine. There was nothing wrong with you - there is nothing wrong with you. But you’ve been unconscious for a week-”

“How long has it been exactly?”

You interrupted him again.

“What?”

“How long has it been since I first went missing?”

He shook his head slightly, looking out the window for a long moment, then back to you.

“Nearly four weeks.”

You balked at his words.

Four weeks.

You were unconscious for a month .

What on earth had happened. Why couldn’t you remember anything.

“Calm down. You-”

Natsuo sighed deeply, taking a deep breath, steeling himself.

“You need to calm down. Things are not the same as they used to be - you've changed, so you need to learn how to control yourself. I don’t know how, it should be impossible.”

You were shaking now.

“Natsuo? Please, you’re scaring me.”

He did something then that shocked you.

Your brother hugged you. For the first time in ten years, your brother pulled you close and hugged you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

He spoke then, mumbling the words into your hair as he pushed your face into his chest.

As if - if he said the words softly, calmly, they would shock you any less.

“We were running tests, a routine check up and... Well, your results weren't the same as they had been before - before you disappeared that is."

He paused.

"I can't word it any other way - you have a quirk."

That should have scarred you.

It did scare you.

You didn’t even realise you were crying until he started gently rocking you back and forth, muttering reassurances into your ear.

But amidst your fear and uncertainty, you were happy.

Beneath the tears, you were smiling.

You had a quirk.

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i-smoke-chapstick · 2 months

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can you write gotham ozzie x reader?? like, their first time together and all; smut obviously, but with kinda feelings (we respect our emotional short king)

‘OFF TO THE RACES,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald embraces his rather crude interests.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. SMUT! (with feelings) PORN WITH (some) PLOT! I can’t stop writing oswald smut fics to lana del rey songs. Oswald being soft,,,and a bit rough. He’s a gangster, after all.

♫ “My old man is a bad man, but I can't deny the way he holds my hand / You are my one true love” Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey

You stare at him from across the table. God, you love this place, and you know he does too. His luxurious mansion and a banquet full of food parallel to you.

It feels like home to you two. And he’s been riding on a high ever since the both of you aknowledged your feelings. He still remembers it like yesterday- the way your eyes lit up. The way this feeling of sheer adoration, love, admiration; was reciprocated.

But somethings different tonight. You can’t quite place it. He’s at least eight feet away from you, fidgeting with his cain like how he did before you admitted your feelings to eachother. He’s stuck in his own head, and a blush dusts his perfect freckled face. He refuses to meet your gaze, and in his other hand, he lazily stirs a glass of brandy in his palm. Every now and then, you catch him looking into the swirls of the glass.

It surprised you, how much he drinks when somethings on his mind. Not to mention, he typically didn’t ask you to dinner like this. No, not now that the two of you were dating. This type of behavior was reserved for those flustered days beforehand- not now.

Your almost scared he’s going to break up with you. Let you go. Do something rash. Does he think you betrayed him or something…?

You tap your fingers along the side of the table. The food infront of you has gone uneaten, both of you anxious.

Finally, his blue-green eyes look up- and he clears his throat. He looks at you through dazed, hooded eyes. He’s obviously a bit tipsy from his drink, but not over confident. You almost jump at the sound of him. You cross your fingers and pray for the best.

He stares at you and his eyes narrow, feigning confidence. But in a way, his lip quivers, betraying how nervous he is to speak.

“Y/N. A man comes to a crossroads in his life, and he has to make a choice. Does he choose safety and cowardice, or…does he opt for courage, and risk everything?”

You take a beat as you follow his words. It almost sounds rehearsed. Just what the hell was he saying?

You can audibly hear him swallow.

“A man, ahem, also has…needs. So to speak.” He clears his throat again. “I choose courage. What I’m trying to say is-“ He sucks his teeth, almost rolling his eyes at himself. “The thing I’ve been wanting to ask you all day long is…”

His voice gets caught in his throat like a fish out of water. He continues to stare at you incredulously, almost horrified with himself for not being able to speak. You go to prompt him- before the dots connect in your head. The crimson blush on his cheeks. The fidgeting.

A man has needs.

You let out a loud bark of laughter, interrupting his crestfallen scilence. He immediately looks even more terrified, mouth opening and closing in surprise at your outburst.

“Y/N!” He tries to reprimand you, but it wavers. He’s flustered beyond belief, sure he’s made a fool of himself. “Why are you laughing?!” He weakly demands, a clear expression of dread on his beautiful face.

Through soft chuckles, your laugh dies down. “Are you asking to sleep with me, Oz?”

He’s rendered slack-jawed at the bluntness of your response. He immediately goes to defend himself, as to not sound offensive or vulgar.

“What?!? No-“ He quickly denies, before catching his breath and closing his eyes in a huff. “Yes.” He says quietly through gritted teeth.

It makes you chuckle again, and if his pale skin could get any redder it would. He glares at you now, obviously feeling a bit rejected.

“Okay, well you don’t have to laugh!” He squawks. The grip on his drink is so tight you can see his knuckles go white.

You realize that laughing might not have been the best idea. But you can’t help it. The man set up a dinner to ask his own girlfriend to sleep with him. It’s…sweet. Very gentlemanly. You flash him a smile.

“No, Oz. Trust me, I want to. It’s just…we are together now. You don’t have to ask me to dinner like you’re courting me in the 1800s. If you want to have sex, just say so.”

He’s stunned into scilence, obviously still a bit embarassed. He wants to explain himself. That he isn’t used to this. That he doesn’t want to offend you. He doesn’t want to lose you.

You realize you might have to make all the first moves for now. You quickly stand up from your seat at the table, and he watches your every move like a hawk.

“What are you-“ He goes to ask- before you stand over him. You offer him your hand, and nod.

“Bedroom.” You lower your voice to a whisper. Through utterly confused and stunned brows, he stares at you, before standing up in a hurry. He smooths his suit jacket down and spins his cane in his hand; quickly following you in a hurry out the dining room.

It started painfully slow, his hands messily stripping you of your clothes. His nose bumped into yours while the two of you kissed, his teeth clashing against you in a desperate and needy attempt to be closer. But you knew- every moment and kiss and too gentle peck placed against your skin was all out of love.

He got hard almost embarrassingly fast, and he knew it. But how could he help himself? The woman he loved was about to open her legs for him. You two were going to become one. What could be more fitting for his one true love? The amount of pleasure the act could bring you both had been on his mind for days. But he couldn’t necessarily just…ask for it. For one, it was embarrassing. And two, he’s fairly inexpirenced. That much he was sure everyone could see.

His lips ghosted over every inch of your skin, kissing you like his life depended on it. He worshipped you, eyes widening when you laid bare before him. He took in the sight, mouth agape as he stared intently at every curve of your body. You shuffled needily under his gaze, and felt his cool hand trace a long stripe down your chest to your slit.

You gasped when he inserted a finger suddenly. Without giving you time to adjust, he musters a pitiful “I’m sorry,” in a whisper. Oh, you can see right through him. He’s not sorry at all. He’s been waiting for this on the edge of his seat for the past week, you’re sure. And you’re happy to give it to him. Especially when his hand reaches a spot inside of you that makes you mewl underneath him.

The sound of your wet slick fills the room. You can tell he’s smiling at the sound, confidence finally spurring him on.

He hums at you underneath him, and quickly undoes his trousers in a much less elegant fashion than he had undressed you. No, now all of his moments are hard and fast. He keeps his suit jacket on, keeping himself clothed. You don’t see his cock, but you feel it peirce you in a swift movement.

The both of you let out an embarrassingly loud moan at this. You pray Olga is in a room much farther away.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, soft grunts following as he thrusts slowwwww. You thread your hands in his hair and trace the light muscles in his back, and you hear him panting. He’s already getting close.

Only a few more seconds pass, before his whole body stills- and you know he’s cumming inside you. He becomes rigid in your hold, his hands grasping at the sheets and your body hard. You let out a yelp at the bruising grip, and feel his load in between your thighs as he slips out of you.

He lets out another series of “I’m sorry”’s, and these are much more genuine. He can’t bare to look at you, finishing so quickly. But you felt so good. So tight. And he hasn’t done… this in a long time.

You gently shush him, and feel him press soft ghosts of kisses to your head. Oh, he’s embarrassed. Let him catch his breath.

A few more moments pass and he’s lifting himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.

Your confused as to why he’s staring until he enters you again.

He places his forehead against your own, eyes closing. He gasps, sweat tainting his brow. You let out a loud moan at the feeling of being stretched out again- you know this must hurt for him. He must be overstimulated beyond belief. Not to mention how quickly he got hard again.

…But you think a part of him loves this. The feeling of his partner clenching around him, the feeling of the walls of your cunt grasping onto his cock. It makes him feel needed. The joining of your bodies and minds. After this, he is yours for eternity; like a dog on a leash. Just as you are his.

Prepare yourself, this is just the begginning. He intends to stay up all night claiming you like this, for many more nights to come.

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vanessaedp · 9 months

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Sweetheart |•| Simon Riley x Fem Reader

fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass 🔎, Ghost being a cutie patootie, sexual innuendo once, 141 meets ghost's s/o for the first time, soap ans gaz love cats, i hc gaz has celiac disease

not proof-read bc i cant be arsed soz lmfao 💀

also reblog pookies and i'll give you a free foot massage

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Three months without your boyfriend.

Your eyes scanned the new book you bought, 'Psycho by Robert Bloch'. It was a good book. 'I think everybody goes a little crazy sometimes' Norman bates said in the book. It was a line you related to heavily, especially when Simon went out on his missions. You were left all alone with your cat, Eleanor. Although, she was an adorable, orange tabby cat she reminded you of Simon since he bought her for you. Everything in this house reminded you of Simon. Half of the stuff in the living room he had bought because he'd rather gift you something than hug which you understood because he had opened up a tiny bit about his past and it seemed traumatic. Simon gifted you the most lavish things to equal the amount of times he wanted to hug you but couldn't due to his past. It was sad to think he had to buy your hugs but you appriciated the gesture.

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"Right, I haven't had the chance to tell her that you lot are coming so if she freaks out don't worry." Simon grumbles.

The rest of the group nodded. Price was sitting in the drivers seat with Gaz beside him, they were both chatting about how the mission went while Simon and Soap were sitting at the back. For once, Simon showed some emotion. Nervousness. His leg was bouncing and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"You alright L.T?" Soap piped up, looking at his obviously anxious supervisor. Simon nodded.

"I hope she's doing alright." Simon stared at Soap with that stoic expression. Price and Gaz stopped talking and Price turned his head a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure she's fine. From what you've told us she can put up a fight so if something was to happen she'd be cool as a cucumber." Price smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Simon grimaced at the last part of his sentence but Price wasn't wrong. You knew Taekwando and you were flexible. Simon was shocked the first time you showed him how to do a backbend and that beautiful arch your back made that caused him to feel-

"Yeah, Ghost. She seems really nice. I've heard her while you two were on call. It's funny really. She sounds so sweet and bubbly and you-" Gaz stopped himself. "Well..." He trailed off when he saw Price shaking his head at him.

"He means that you two are polar opposites." Soap chimes in. "But you know what they say." He nudged Simon as if he already knew what he was going to say. "Opposites attract."

"Fucking hell." Simon let out a deep sigh. "Are we almost there?" He sounded impatient.

"Just around the corner, mate." Price reassured.

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There was a knock at the door.

You poked your head from your book, folding the page over and stepping off the couch. You sighed. It could be Simon, then again it could be your SHEIN order that was due to arrive yesterday. You walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when you see your boyfriend, Simon.

"Simon!" You smile, stepping forward. Simons breath hitches and you notice this so you take a step back. He feels guilty. He had just been gone for three months and he's too scared to embrace his own girlfriend of 4 years? No. He won't let his fears get to him. Not when he's just left you for so long. Simon steps forward, pulling you close to him and hugging you. His arms stretched around your waist and he rested his face in the crook of your neck, you heard him inhale your perfume.

You were too distracted about the fact that Simon is hugging you that you don't realise his friends were here. You lifted your head to see them awkwardly looking away. "Simon, you never told me you brought your friends." You laughed when he pulled away, you could see the embarrassment in his eyes when he realised he had dived into your arms infront of his boss and co-workers.

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side and they all met your eyes. You smiled and waved and they did the same, mumbling some "hi's" and "hello's". "This is Soap."

"I believe he prefers-." Gaz speaks.

"Pipe down." Soap interrupts him.

Simon gave Soap a harsh pat on the back and Soap gave him a dirty look. He points to Price and Gaz. "Thats Price, my captain and Gaz."

"Oh, its so nice to meet you all. Come in, i'll get you all something to drink if you'd like.

"Um.. alright then." Price smiled back and entered, Gaz and Soap followed close behind and Ghost shut the door.

"I'm gluten free, by the way." Gaz says, looking around your massive living room. It has cat toys everywhere and Gaz nudges Soap. "They have a cat." He whispers and Soap looks thrilled, his head darts around in search for the feline.

While your in the kitchen making the men something to drink, they all settle down on the couch. Eleanor walks in and nuzzles against Ghost's leg. He leans over and pets her, scratching behind her ear. Soap looks in awe. "You never told us you have a cat." He scolds Ghost.

"You never asked." Ghost mumbled, picking Eleanor up and stroking her soft fur. "I missed you, Ellie." He whispers and holds the cat like a baby, loud purrs from Eleanor filled the room.

"Can I hold her?" Gaz asked, peeking over Soap's shoulder to look at the tabby cat.

"Me too, please." Soap asked, feeling his heart melt when Ghost placed Eleanor on Soap's lap. "Oh my god, who's a good kitty?" He says in a baby voice as Eleanor stretched across him and Gaz's lap. Their hands eagerly petting the cats fur.

You return with a tray of coca colas in bottles. "I made sure it was gluten free." You laugh and take a seat in an armchair. "I see Ellie has taken a liking to you both."

"Is that her name?" Gaz asked, looking up at you for a moment before sipping his cola and petting the kitten.

"Well, she's actually called Eleanor but me and Simon just call her Ellie." You smile.

"How old is she?" Price asked, scratching Eleanor's chin, smiling down at her. She purred away peacefully.

"Um.." You glanced at Simon who held up 3 fingers. "She's 3. She's a tabby cat so i'm just glad they don't grow too big."

Price nodded. "She's adorable. Be careful though, Soap and Gaz might want to steal her from you. They love animals." Gaz and Soap didn't even look up from the cat but they nodded. Eleanor let out a meow and they both went 'Aww'. "How long have you two lived together?"

"2 years I think. My dad left most of the inheritance to me so I asked Simon if he wanted to move in with me. And now we're here." You shrugged and Price nodded.

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After about 2 hours of talking and joking Price checked his watch. "We should go now. Gaz and Soap have training tomorrow." He lifted up Eleanor from his lap and placed her on the couch. "Thank's for having us." Price smiled.

"Thanks." Gaz said with a smile before giving Eleanor a scratch on the chin. Soap did the same and nodded.

"Bye, you'll have to come over again!" You waved them off, shutting the door when they drive off. You re-enter the living room and sit beside Simon. "They seem lovely." You look up at him.

"You haven't known them as long as I have." Simon chuckled darkly, his arm hesitantly reaching over your shoulder and hooking around to pull you close to him. He looked down at you.

"So.. do you want to order a take-away or do you want to go out?" You nestled your cheek against the side of his chest.

"Can we stay here?" He asked, sinking into the couch. "Like how we are now. I don't want to let you go."

"Okay, Simon." You nod and smile. And he didn't let you go. He made sure you fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

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minnielvr · 8 months

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 13 : "school girl"

you heard a knock at your door, knowing that it was hyunjin, you opened it.

"hey cutie" he leaned his arm up to the door. "you're going in that?" he raised a brow.

"no silly, i'm not ready yet," you pulled him inside, "just wait for me on the couch while i change. it'll be like 5 minutes." so you went in your room and shut your door to get dressed.

a few minutes later you came out to see hyunjin sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone, you went to go stand in front of him and that caught his attention.

"so, what do you think?" you were wearing a knee length black dress with some jewlerey, nothing too flashy.

even though what you were wearing was simple, hyunjin was in awe. he's never seen you dressed like that, you were always wearing sweaters or baggy tees and sweat pants or jeans.

he stood up and looked down at you, "you're beautiful"

you chuckled to yourself, "thanks hyune, you don't look to bad yourself." you winked and patted his shoulder.

you guys made your way to the car and sat inside. once he started to drive you started to tune out of what he was talking about and started thinking about what would happen if he got too drunk and ended up kissing some girl. i mean sure, you guys aren't exclusive but surely he feels something too right? thats when you realized you never figured out wether he and wonyoung had a thing going on or not after that night at the party.

"hey hyunjin? i have a question" you decided to ask.

"whats up?" he turned his head to you, then back to the road.

"um, don't be weirded out or anything but, do you and wonyoung have like...something going on?"

"ha! she wishes. but no why do you ask?"

"oh no reason." you didn't want to make him suspicious or anything so you decided to just go along with what he said. "but hyunjin...please don't drink too much tonight, okay?"

he laughed, "awww cmon y/n thats my favorite thing to do," he pouted. "why though?"

because i don't know what i would do if i saw you kiss another girl in front of me, is what you wanted to say. but you decided against it.

"just cause...you know, it's hard to take care of a drunk person. especially you" you glared at him playfully.

the two of you laughed and continued talking until you got to the party, you got out of the car and walked to the door of wonyoungs house with him.

as soon as you two walk in you're both hit with bright lights, loud music, and the smell of expensive beer. she was not joking when she said it would be fun.

you guys walk to go meet your friends and also met felix and a few of his other friends along the way. talking and drinking with them, nothing much. that is until, wonyoung calls everybody to play a round of truth or dare.

"okay everybody! the rules are simple, someone asks you a truth or a dare and if you don't do it you drink." she explained to everyone.

everyone sat in a circle and started asking people questions, things were going smoothly until one of wonyoungs friends, rei, spun the bottle and landed it on hyunjin, who was sitting right next to you, and obviously very drunk.

"hyunjin, i dare you to kiss wonyoung." she said and then looked back at wonyoung, who was smirking at you.

all of his friends and everybody else were cheering for him to do it. you didn't know what to do, he was drunk and you couldn't stop him in front of everyone. yunjin was picking up on your discomfort and decided to speak up.

"oh c'mon guys he's literally drunk!" she yelled at everyone.

"yunjin stop being a sore loser and shut up." rei smirked at her.

yunjin was about to retort but before anything else could happen, hyunjin crawled over to wonyoung and kissed her. and she kissed back too, it wasn't just a little peck either, it lasted for about 20 seconds before felix remembered you were there and pulled hyunjin away from her. he crawled back over to his spot next to you with a dazed smile on his face.

yourself on the other hand was in disbelief. surely he knows how you feel about wonyoung, though you didnt make it THAT clear, was the question about her not enough? and didn't you tell him not to drink too much? but then again he was right next to you and you could've reminded him to stop anytime. so maybe, you blamed yourself a little for it.

but how could he forget about the kiss? maybe all you did was peck his lips for 2 seconds but you were sure he never got his mind off of that. you let your mind spiral and you looked in your lap dejectedly.

while you were thinking about the whole situation you had forgotten about the game. wonyoung spun the bottle and it landed on you.

"y/n, truth or dare?" she smirked at you, and all of a sudden you felt like an elementary school girl playing truth or dare again. you knew how this would go, if you picked truth wonyoung would ask about your crush, and if you picked dare she would dare you to confess to your crush. not only was she easy to read but also childish as hell.

"truth"

"hm. whos your crush? does his name maybe start with an H?" she crossed her arms and everyone started to make an 'ooohh' sound. you looked back at her with a glare.

"really wonyoung? we're in university and you're asking who my crush is? what are we, 12?" you raised a brow.

"or maybe you just don't want to say it in front of everyone and embarrass yourself because you know you dont have a chance. so, answer it or drink." she crossed her arms and laughed.

that hit you hard. maybe you really don't have a chance, i mean looked at you and look at wonyoung. hell even hyunjin kissed her for longer. but you couldn't let her see you like this.

"for fucks sake piss off wonyoung!" you scoffed and got up to leave.

"someoneesss madddd!!" her friends screamed out at you as you left the house.

you walked a few blocks down until you found a bench and then realized that now you were truly stuck. you had no way home, you couldn't walk either because it way too far and too dark, and your phone died during the party so you couldn't text your friends. fuck.

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strawb3rryshortcak5 · 2 years

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The Other Woman

john ‘soap’ mactavish x reader, simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader (unrequited love)

Summary: You and Soap slowly develop into something more than friendship, you fall in love. The problem is, Simon loves you too.

Contains: SFW, literally all angst, some cute parts with Soap obviously, descriptions of violence, yelling, dead bodies, and anything else COD related you can think of.

A/N: Soap needs some love too! This was really fun to make. I love basing oneshots off songs, this one is based on the other woman by queen lana del rey 💞(not completely proof read, mb 😍)

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Let’s cut to the chase, you and Soap have been together for a while. Only recently though did you come clean about it to the rest of 141. The both of you were nervous that it wouldn’t be allowed, maybe you would get told that your relationship is too distracting for the two of you, making you unable to get the job done. Whatever that might be.

Price reacted completely different than you thought he would, congratulating the two of you for finding love, bits of teasing all around from the rest of the team came naturally as well. Teasing from everyone except Ghost. As soon as Soap broke the news, he went silent. Giving your newly made boyfriend a quick pat on the back and then passing by, making his was to the door. Your eyes followed his fleeting form as Johnny leaned down to make commentary on the situation.

“Has he got a stick up his arse?” Soap says in a light tone, whispering it specifically so nobody else would hear but you.

“Perhaps. Maybe he is just upset i got to you before he could.” You giggle back quietly. Soap chuckled under his breath before grabbing your hand and softly kissing the knuckle.

You smile brightly as he does so, soon excusing himself from the room and lightly jogging across the room to follow Ghost wherever he had gone.

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

You always admired Simon. The way he was so explicitly put together in regards to his weapons and materials. He trains regularly, always making time to clean his guns, sharpen his knives, and you have even seen him shine his shoes in the past. At one point you could have sworn you saw an array or acrylic paint bottles and paint brushes all over his private desk in his office. But, you might be wrong. In all, you wish you could have his time management skills.

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

On a rather foggy day you had also watch Soap and Ghost spar. This most definitely impressed you, seeing as Simon immediately had Soap on his ass. Throughout the whole session, you could’ve sworn you saw him glance at you, with eyes searching for approval every time he landed an ending hit on Soap. You didn’t pay mind to it though. Laughing at your boyfriend’s irritated excuses on how he was rusty, tired, and the reason he tripped over his own feet was because his boots were untied. They were not.

And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere

“How come you never smile?” You had asked him, trailing him like a dog during one of the many missions you had been assigned to with him.

“I do.” He replies. Looking back at you briefly before settling down on the roof top with his sniper rifle.

You laid down next to him, ready to take down anyone that came onto the roof with plans to attack you both. Removing your pistol from your belt, you scooted up a bit to a half sitting position with your head using the wall for complete support. Turning your head to look at Ghost, you asked another question.

“And your mask? How come you never take it off?” You curiously questioned. Eyebrows raising slightly as you awaited his response.

“Classified. Apologies, sergeant.” He says, looking at you through his peripheral vision.

“You’re no fun!” You pout, crossing your arms and turning away from him. You pursed lips almost immediately being replaced by a toothy smile.

He notices this, but gets back to work. Focusing on the task at hand rather than the woman he would do anything for. Let’s just say it was a bit hard to do so.

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

“We were just on the field. How does he smell so fresh?” Soap comments, walking along side you while you wipe your bloody knife off on your pants.

“He showers whenever he can. I wish i showered as much as he did. Then i wouldn’t smell like shit everyday.” You mumble the last sentence. Fake jealousy lacing your voice as your boyfriend put his arm around your shoulders.

“I think you smell fantastic. But you should shower, with me this time sweetheart.” He looks down at you and winks with a grin spread across his face.

Your cheeks flush as you shake him off and start to walk faster towards the safe house. Smiling to himself, Soap follows suit.

The other woman keeps fresh-cut flowers in each room

“You lot are pigs.” Simon states, gruffly, as he begins to pick up the dirty clothes and garbage that lace the floor of the base.

You have noticed this about his. He is constantly searching for something to do. Price mentioned Ghost said he doesn’t want to be lazy. You think it’s something else. A distraction maybe. For what? You have no idea. That doesn’t mean you appreciate it less. After a long day of fighting the last thing you want to do is make your bed, clean up, and shower. Most times when you do return back, everyones cot is made nicely, things have been picked up, and the showers have been prepped for the stinking soldiers that will soon occupy them.

There are never toys that's scattered everywhere

No man left behind. It is a common saying in the army. At some level, there is a certain time when this mantra means nothing. Of course, everyone tries their best to have the backs of the people around them. But when you are holding on to someone as they hang from a speeding helicopter, you need to take into consideration that no matter what, it is necessary to put yourself first. Simon ignores that.

“If you keep holding on to me we will both fall!” You scream as your body hangs off the side of the helicopter. Ghost tightens his grip on your wrist.

“I am not letting you go!” He bellows, roughly pulling you back into the helicopter. It had shifted slightly, giving him a perfect opportunity to launch you back onto somewhat solid ground

“Thank you!” You say after a couple minutes, adrenaline starting to slow. You look at him as you quickly wipe your leaking eyes. He just nods in confirmation that he heard you before staring out into the sky.

And when her old man comes to call

“Y/N and Ghost! Get packed up. I’m sending you to Dublin. I need you to clear up some loose ends and gather the information that was stolen from us. Here is everything you need to know.” Laswell states as she hands Simon a folder, walking away after doing so.

You both nod your heads in agreement and begin packing. It was an unusual announcement, seeing as usually everyone on the team has a place on the field. But whatever, you will get this done quickly your the combination of skill sets you both possess.

When you are both done packing, you say a quick goodbye to Soap. Kissing him softly on the lips before getting onto the plane.

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

It had been a couple hours since you arrived in Dublin. You set up your posts quickly. Occasionally participating in banter with Ghost as you wait for the targets to appear. You were waiting on the low level roof of an apartment building. The darkness covering you completely. Ghost was down below, waiting to take out the expected armed soldiers protecting your targets.

The plan was you snipe the targets and Ghost kills the guards. Easy enough. How wrong you were. After a couple minutes of radio silence, you call out to Ghost using the walkie talkie you were given.

“Ghost, how copy?” You whisper into the device. Continuing to look through the scope of your gun.

A couple minutes go by before you ask once again;

“Ghost. How. Copy.” You question, more firmly than last time.

A bad feeling arose in your gut after the 6th minute waiting for his response. You jump up quickly, pushing yourself through the open window you entered to reach the position on the roof, and slid against the wall all the way until you reached the room where Ghost was supposed to be. Knife in hand, you kick down the door. Eyes widening as you finally react to the situation in front of you.

Ghost. Surrounded by 8 bodies in a pool of blood. Out of the 8, two of the were the men you were sent to kill. At first it looks like some of it is Ghosts blood, but you realize he is actually fidgeting with his walkie, trying to do what you would assume is fix it.

“Simon!” You shout as you enter. “Are you hurt? What happened!” He looks at you before raising the dead communicator in his hands.

'Cause to be by her side

It's such a change from old routine

“It wont work. Dunno what happened.” He says as he tosses it to you. Standing up as he does so, using the wall as support.

“Bloody fucking hell.” You mutter, turning around with Ghost following you. Closing the door behind him he whispers a quick ‘apologies sergeant’ thinking you wouldn’t be able to pick up on it. You do.

“It’s fine. You are lucky i’m so brave, coming to find you like a good girl.” You say as you turn around grinning. Tossing him back the once broken device that you fixed.

He grabs it and attaches it back to his vest. Following you up the stairs as you both exit the building and call for an escort back to base.

“Good girl you are, Y/N.” He says, almost completely silently. This time, you don’t hear him.

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

“Because i love her!” Simon screams back at Soap. Eyes widening in the words he had just spoke.

Soap looked at him funny, chuckled before turning his head slightly to the side.

“What?” He says. Tightening his first until his knuckles turned white.

Ghost doesn’t know what to say after that. Nobody says anything after that. The two of them unknowingly stand there as you cover your mouth behind the door of the base. You had went to follow Soap after being bombarded with questions from Price and Gaz. Your eyes begin to water as you realize how serious this actually was. You didn’t know what to do.

The other woman will never have his love to keep

You step out from behind the wall, lowering your hands and locking eyes with Ghost. You watch as his eyes widen even more. He turns away, fast. You begin chasing after him.

“Simon!” You squeak running past your boyfriend. He wasn’t jealous of your actions. He knew that the two of you had a great friendship, he knew how this would effect it. He trusted you. So he walked away and went back inside.

And as the years go by, the other woman

Will spend her life alone

As soon as you caught up with Ghost you grabbed his arm, spinning him around so you could fully look at him. You didn’t know it, but he was sweating like crazy. You were the first person he had loved romantically in a long time. He yearned for you. He dreamt of you. He was totally in love with you and he knew it. And now, you did too.

Alone.

“I can’t be with you.” You quickly blurt out. lowering your hand from his arm and breaking eye contact.

“I know.” He replies. Voice unwavering as he walks away from you again.

You want to tell him everything. You want to tell him how he could’ve been with you. You had liked him before you got with John. You really did. You didn’t notice all of his strange habits just for the fun of it. But you were with Soap now, and you really did love him. You had never been in a situation like this before and you didn’t really know what to do. This time, you let him walk away. Not before you caught him saying something else.

Alone.

“Apologies, sergeant.”

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