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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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OH BABY!

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader

summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking 👀 rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind 😭

word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.

a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i can’t sleep, thoughts are thunk - massive thank you to @motelofmermaids and @lust4lore for their help with reading and writing!!!

taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye

“and the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.” your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.

as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that you’d get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldn’t help the silent tears that fled down your face.

your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling you’d get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasn’t anything he could do.

you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.

as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.

finnick couldn’t take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldn’t help but smile.

he practically had you all to himself.

“y/n?” your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. “finnick? finnick odair?” even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.

“i’m your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.” he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.

your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.

“do… do you think i can win?” god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but he’d try his best. “i do.” with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.

finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.

“are you hungry?” the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.

he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.” the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.

there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasn’t as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didn’t hear finnicks groan.

how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, “its so good,” you flashed him a toothy grin, “you'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.

you’d spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.

after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.

“oh isn’t she adorable?”

“i could pinch her cheeks forever!”

“you are precious!”

they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. “she is gorgeous,” you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.

in an hour you’d been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed you’d always be taken out of it.

it wasn’t until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadn’t even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.

it was just you and finnick.

“you look incredible.” finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, “really?” your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasn’t next to you he wouldn’t have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. “i have something for you.”

he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, “oh finnick.” you sighed as he placed it in your hands. “it reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.” you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.

you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.

“thank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?” he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.

finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “all done, you look perfect sweetheart.” you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, “thank you finnick!” you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, “aren’t you cute?” he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.

“finnick?” you breathed out, “what’re you doing?” your voice was small, and unsure. “tell me to stop.” you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.

“it’s time!” damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. “ah, my special girl you are truly an angel.” finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.

finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.

“come on y/n.” he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.

the interview went well, in your eyes at least.

caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.

the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. “and y/n, tell us, what’s your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?” you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, “well caesar, it wouldn’t be a secret if i divulged now would it?” everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, “aren’t you cheeky! isn’t our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!” the crowd agreed loudly.

“now, since you came out i think we’ve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesn’t exactly match the theme of your outfit.” you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.

“am i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?” you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, “i think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?” you’d never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.

you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. “ah we caught her out! someone’s got a crush! but then again it’s finnick odair so don’t we all?” a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.

“well it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!” screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.

“y/n right?” the boy from three, theo.

you nodded and stuck your hand out, “nice to meet you!” he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, “very formal, i like it. i’m theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.” you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.

finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasn’t a surprise when it shattered. “oh my!” effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.

you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?

you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, “finnick.” he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. “finnick! how’d i do?” and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.

“you did well.” finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if you’d done something wrong. “we should get going.” he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, “i’ll see you around!”

the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. “finn? are you okay?” you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping he’d explain what was wrong but what you didn’t expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.

you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, “finn- not here.” the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. “i’ve… never,” the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.

instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, “i’ll make it good for you, i promise.” finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. “finn-” you protested but he could tell you didn’t want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. “just let me feel you.”

the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.

whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.

the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldn’t help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasn’t hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.

your dress didn’t hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?

finnick needed to see more.

the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. “i’ll get it for you.” you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, “you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.

such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.

his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.

finnick would tell you right?

“finnick.” his head turned your way, “what is it y/n?” you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, “i feel weird.” his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, “oh? what’s wrong honey? where do you feel weird?” you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.

your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. “here?” his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.

“everything all right dear?” sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasn’t exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.

for the rest of the night he didn’t even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.

you couldn’t sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.

“i don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

“yes, here.”

“i’ll make it so good for you.”

“just let me feel you.”

“you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldn’t bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.

your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldn’t. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. he’d help you right? but he didn’t before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that you’d forgone knocking and walked right in.

only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.

by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?

“see something you like sweetie?” god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? “i- i wanted to t-talk.” and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. “yeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?” you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. “words sweetie, use your words.” you swallowed, “yes.”

his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, “you sure you just want to talk?” and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, “no? what do you want?” you played with your night dress, “you?” it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. he’d been pining after you since the second he saw you, it’s only fair right?

“where do you want me?” his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, “here?” you shook your head, “no?” his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.

his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, “here?” you nodding along dumbly, “please finnick, i’ve been wanting you for the whole day, i’ll be good for you i promise.” your words were music to his ears, “yeah? you’re gonna be good f’me?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. “you gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?” you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, he’d been waiting for this.

“then on your knees honey.” you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.

it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.

as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

“pretty baby on her knees, who knew you’d be such a slut?”

your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. “fuck.” he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.

he wanted to go easy on you.

but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses weren’t doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.

the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, “relax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if it’s too much just tap my thigh sweetie.”

you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldn’t help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. “you think theo’s this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?” you shook your head immediately.

his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. “too big for you sweetie?” you shook your head furiously, “naw is my baby tough?” you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. “ah- fuck.”

but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, “so good f’me, my s-sweet girl.” his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.

god you were better than he’d imagined. and trust him, he’d imagined a lot.

“swallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.” thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.

“what happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?” your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. “uh-huh.” your agreed as he pulled you up. “do you even know what that means?” he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. “thought so, you wanna be good for me?” you nodded, “on the bed baby.”

you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. “lean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?” your eyes widened at the idea, “yes please finn.” his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, “i don’t know if you’ve earned it honey.” your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.

“i was! i did what you asked finn, please.”

he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, “please. please keep going.” your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?

“yeah? you like me playing with you?” incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, “finnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.” he couldn’t help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.

“oh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?” a string of ‘uh-huhs’ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. “oh my god!” you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.

“finnick, finnick. you feel so good.” you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.

now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?

his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.

a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, “that’s it baby, let go.” he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. “m’ sorry, m’ so so sorry.” your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.

“what’re you doing?” finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. “just want a taste, clean you up.” he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.

this man was driven youd give him that.

“finn s’ too much, please.” your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldn’t find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.

“sweet baby, so sweet.” all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, can’t you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didn’t know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.

each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.

“wanna make you feel good.”

“just one more, you can take it sweetheart.”

when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. “pretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?” you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, and he didn’t expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. “you did so well f’me honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?” it wasn’t a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.

you tiredly shook your head, “no more finny.” he grinned, “no? you don’t want my cock?” your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. “mhm. want it.” you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.

“yeah you do. on your knees baby.” you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-

smack!

“think you should be able to see yourself baby.” his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. “so pretty, aren’t you?” finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.

smack!

you’d taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. “you have to answer baby.” finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.

“you wanna be my baby yeah?” you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.

smack!

“fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. “you know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?” you didn’t respond and it only fuelled his fire, he’d wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?

he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. “want to act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one. fuck!” your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.

he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.

“bet you dreamed of this, of me.” his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. “yes! yes! harder!” you cried out.

his hand pressed down onto your stomach, “feel that?” his breath was prominent by your ear, “oh god!” you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.

the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. “let go baby, you’re close. let go.” the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.

the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldn’t tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.

you’d fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldn’t help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.

you sure as hell weren’t forgetting him anytime soon.

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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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He Knows Better | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick tells himself not to get close to you, because what is the point? But when you survive your games he finds that he can't stop thinking about you. When he finally comes to see you, you're in pieces, and he swears to himself he will put you back together, no matter the costs. Find part 2 here: Should've Known

Content Warnings/Tags: Mentions of prostitution/sex trafficking, angst, Finnick deserving better, crying, bad representation of a panic attack, not proofread

Word Count: 1.6k

Requested by Anon: I loveeeee love love love your Finnick fic. It was the perfect mix of sweet and so angstyyyyy !! I'm having constant Finnick brainrot 😭 I was wondering what you think about writing a finnick × reader fic sort of loosely based on Hozier's "It Will Come Back" where reader is maybe a tribute or another Victor and the first person to show Finnick softness and kindness without asking for anything in return in so long and he's like "dont let me in with no intention to keep me" and "dont be kind to me" and he just is totally feral and obsessed with the reader ? You're such a talented writer !! ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: There is this Dutch expression which goes ‘the monkey comes out of the sleeve’ loosely meaning the hidden meaning is revealed and I couldn't for the life of me think of the English equivalent that made sense to me, so, well, I hope the story is coherent. As usual, divider by @saradika

He remembers first seeing you, you were so young, but to be fair, so was he. In previous years he had always become quick friends with the tributes he was supposed to mentor, how could he not? But it didn't take him long to figure out that they never made it back, and while the company was nice for a while, the hurt in the end wasn't worth it anymore. There's something about you that he can't quite place, but it doesn't matter, because he's not going to get attached. When you first stepped into the training hall you didn't look scared, you didn't even look excited, no, you looked like you had made peace.

He didn't get to talk to you much, you spend most of your training with Mags, not learning how to fight, but learning how to survive. And every time he watched you, he watched how your eyes lit up when learned how to filter water, he watched how proud Mags was of you each time. And he felt something tugging at him, he felt a need to get to know you. But he knew better.

Because what were the odds, he had seen this before, he had done this before. No, he shouldn't get attached to you. And yet, for the first time after returning from his own, he found himself watching the games. Watching the tributes become fewer and fewer, hoping, praying, that you'd make it through. The fewer left the more desperate he became. You've gotten this far, don't let the luck run out just yet. He saw how your last opponent fell, and he saw your face in the centre of the screen, of virtually every screen. And once again, you didn't look excited, you looked like you had found peace again, and maybe, just maybe, he let himself believe he could too, that you could show him.

He didn’t go see you after, it wouldn't be of any use. What more did he have to offer you, you did not need a mentor anymore. He had made peace, he had made peace with never seeing you again. So what was the difference if you were alive or not? That's what he thought, if he gave in now, he didn't think he'd ever be able to let go, it would keep coming back.

It wasn't until a few months later when someone knocked on his door, and in a sleepy haze, he opened it without thinking. He had spent the night at the capitol, and he never managed to get much rest after. Usually, when he had been gone for the night, Mags would come to check in on him, and have Valerian tea with him. He doubted it actually worked, but the effort was enough to brighten his day. So he opened the door, but it wasn't Mags, it was you. Your face was fuller, it had more colour, but the bags under your eyes were still there. Would Mags bring you Valerian tea as well? No, no he needed to stop thinking about you. The last time he had actually seen you was when you won. He had forced himself to avoid you ever since, he hadn't been completely sure why anymore, but now he knew again. The way you looked at him gave him hope, hope he couldn't afford. “What do you want” he asked, he sounded upset, and in a way he was, but the way the sparkle in your eyes dimmed made him regret it.

And so he opened the door further, stepping aside, and you didn't need more of an invitation before you walked in. You took a seat at his small kitchen table, and he decided it would be impolite not to join you, so he sat down as well. He was about to talk, but you beat him to the punch.

“Snow came to see me.” There is was he thought, the reason, everyone always had a reason. Still, he found himself allowing you to continue, wanting to hear your voice again, even if it brought bad news.

“I talked to Mags about it, but she said I should come see you, so here I am.” You chuckled, but the situation was not something that asked for it, must be nerves, he thought, but why were you nervous, surely he didn't make you nervous.

“Look, I don’t want to bother you with my problems Finnick, I know you're dealing with enough yourself, but I don’t know what else to do.” Your eyes glossed over, and you looked like you were about to start crying, but you didn't. He wanted to say something, to comfort you, but what was there to say? And so you two sat in silence, he was looking at you, he was memorizing your face. This was the last time he would let himself see you. He didn't want to get close to you, and with how mesmerizing you were to him, he knew better.

And yet, as days passed, he found himself thinking of you. Whenever he needed comfort, he thought of you, the way you smiled at him when he told you a nervous joke. He could get lost in the memory of your eyes, and more often than not, he did. Every day he spent without seeing you made his heart hurt.

Without thinking, he found himself walking to your door. It was like he wasn't in control of his own feet. He was in constant agony with himself. He wanted to be with you, but your kindness was one he couldn't afford, because it had the power to break him. He knocked on your door, not even aware he was doing so until he heard the sound echo back to him. He heard rustling, but he didn't hear you approaching the door, so he knocked again, and for good measure, he decided to call out. “Y/n? It’s me, it’s Finnick”. He heard someone approach the door at that, and a little bit of hope sparked inside him that you wanted to see him as much as he wanted to see you, but he knew better.

The door opened, but it wasn't you that he came face to face with, it was Mags. She was standing in your hallway with a sad smile on her face, and she didn't say anything, but she looked to the stairs on the right end corner. He didn't need any more encouragement, and he sped up them, taking two steps at a time. He knocked on the door he was in front of, but there wasn't an answer. But when he listened more closely, he could hear crying coming from the other side. You were crying. His mind was reeling with possibilities, but whatever it was that had caused this, he swore to himself he would fix it, even if it broke him.

And so he entered the room, opening the door softly so as not to startle you, but it didn't matter. He saw you in the corner, you had pulled your knees to your chest and he couldn't see your face from where you had hidden it, but his heart broke over it nonetheless. He walked towards you, testing the waters, testing his luck. He was scared for you, but mostly, he was scared you wouldn't want to see him. When you heard him, your head shot up to look at him. The way in which your eyes were bloodshot and swollen made him want to punch a hole in the wall next to you. The way your voice cracked when you said his name made him want to curl up right next to you. he got closer to you, kneeling down in front of you. Allowing you to take the next steps on your own time.

After a few minutes, you had slightly calmed down while he was tracing patterns on your knee with his thumb. You spoke to him, but you didn't look him in his eyes.

“They’re bidding on me Finnick, they’re bidding on me like I’m something to possess”

The feeling of dread that came over him was something he had never felt before. He thought he had gone through all someone could. He thought there was nothing that could hurt him anymore in a way he didn't already, but he had been wrong.

He was willing to do anything for you to be spared from this, but he knew it wasn't any use.

He knew better. And so he did all he could, taking you in his arms and whispering reassuring words, until your crying and your shaking stopped, and you seemed at peace again.

He had tried himself to get away from what snow had wanted, what the capitol had wanted, he tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get away from it. He had made peace with the fact that people always wanted something from him, and maybe that's why he couldn't get you out of his head, because you were the only person that was at peace with him, without anything more, just him. So he told you the only thing he could. He told you he’d be there for you, that you’d get through it together. He wasn't sure if he believed it, but he knew it was what you needed to hear, it was what he had needed to hear, except there had been no one to tell him. He would spend the rest of his life wondering if you needed him.

But he won't shut you out again, he knows better.

Part 2: Should've Known

#finnick odair angst #finnick x reader #finnick angst #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #hunger games #hunger games angst #angst #finnick odair fic #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair fanfiction #finnick odair sad #finnick odair imagine #finnick fic #finnick fanfic

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This is my first time requesting something uggghh I'm nervous.

Anyways, I think it would be so cute if your wrote how the jojos would confess to their crushes!

i love the way you write so ik you'll do them justice

𝙞 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘫𝘰𝘫𝘰𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: how the jojos confess

notes: THIS TOOK SO LONG MY HAND FELL ASLEEP 😭😭 but really i hope you enjoy it!! i swear i wasn’t being that lazy over easter break

jonathan joestar

i feel like jonathan is the most romantic out of all the jojos

he’d definitely bring you some place nice

like a tree on a hill during sunset

he’d also make it a picnic

after you two talk for a good bit is when he’d speak up

if you agree to his confession he’d let out a sigh of relief, as well as a big grin

6pm, he told you to meet you by the tree where you usually hang out, you adored that tree, it was rural. once you arrived you noticed he was there before you, sitting underneath the tree with a cute little picnic basket beside him. you sat down to his left, he took out some sandwiches you assumed he made and the two of you began eating, quickly falling into your usual banter.

after awhile, he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him with confusion. “i.. have something i wish to tell you.” he spoke up, he sounded nervous, you had never heard him sound like that before. you perked up, signalling for him to continue. “i have feelings for you, (name). and i hope you’d accept them” you could feel your cheeks heat up, which caused his to do the same.

you nodded, “i do, jojo!” he grinned, a sigh escaping him as relief washed over his entire body. he placed his hand atop of yours, as you both gave eachother an adoring look

joseph joestar

joseph’s a smartass

it definitely starts with him teasing you

then when you ask him why he likes teasing you specifically is when he shuts up

he admits it quite casually

like its nothing

leaving you quite flustered

“c’mon, cutie! give me a smile!” he smirked, he adored the way your eyebrows looked as they furrowed when he spoke. he loved the way your face turned the slightest shade of red and how you tried to hide how he actually got a reaction out of you. he loved it all. “shut up, jojo!” you scoffed, trying to hide the blush that crept up onto your face

“why do you always tease me? why not suzie q?!” you spoke up, you weren’t angry, just genuinely confused. did he like seeing you so angry? he then playfully rolled his eyes. “because i love seeing that look on your face! i mean, who wouldn’t? you’re gorgeous yknow?” you scoffed once more before crossing your arms

“it’s because i love you, (name)! and i know you can’t resist me” he grinned, his usual stupid grin. you looked back over at him. it seemed he was waiting for you to say something to him, instead you placed a small kiss on his cheek. that seemed to finally shut him up

jotaro kujo

it honestly depends on which jotaro

part 3 jotaro isn’t the kinda guy to confess his feelings to you

he’d just hope and pray you had that confidence to speak up first

if you don’t though, and the feeling is getting too much for him to handle he’d trap you in a hotel room and force you to listen to him

very rare to hear more than a few words with him, let alone hear what he FEELS

you sat on the hotel bed, reading a cheap magazine you found in one of the drawers in the bedside table. you were sharing a room with jotaro, you only really shared with him or kakyoin, since you three were the only teenagers with the group. jotaro had just gotten back from being in the bathroom, he sat on the bed to your right.

“(name).” he spoke, his voice soft, yet still with the usual firmness that usually has a grasp over him. you looked over to him, closing the magazine over and placing it beside you on the bed. “yes, jotaro?” he paused, the air seemed different. not the usual feeling you had while rooming with him.

“you’re.. not awful.” his voice was now that of a mumble, as he used the brim of his hat to cover his face. at first you were confused, until it hit you, he was trying to tell you how he felt about you. he just couldn’t get the right words out of his mouth

josuke higashikata (4)

josukes confession is probably the most fun out of them all.

i feel like he’d take you somewhere fun like bowling

you’d be kicking his ass at it

and once you finished up your game and we’re walking home

thats when he’d tell you

and if its cold he might even lend you his coat

you shivered as the two of you walked home after a long day of bowling. you two played about 4 rounds, you won 3/4 of those games, which you were quite proud of. you felt something heavy land across your shoulders, you looked down. josukes coat? you then turned your gaze to him, he seemed to be looking in the opposite direction of you

“thanks, josuke” you spoke up, getting rid of the silence between you too. he hummed, kicking a rock as he walked. “hey, uhh” he paused before speaking up once more. “i gotta tell you something, and don’t get angry at me for saying this!” you chuckled at that, you couldn’t get angry at him

“i.. think i might like you. thats a lie. i know i like you” you pulled his coat closer around you as you grinned, this day seemed to be getting better and better..

giorno giovanna

giorno definitely took you to a fancy restaurant

he is the don, he has that kind of money

he’d probably buy you something fancy too.

he’d just say it outright, like it was something he said everyday

you two sat across from eachother at the fancy restaurant, both of you in your fanciest attire. you two stared at a menu, deciding what to get before the waiter arrived, notebook and pen in hand. once you ordered, and the waiter was gone, giorno looked over at you. he pulled out a tiny box placing it on the table and sliding it over to you

“giorno, no” “i insist, (name)” he interrupted. you sighed, picking up the box and opening it. a necklace lay inside, laced with what you could only assume were real diamonds. you looked up to him in shock. “giorno, i can’t take this..” he shook his head

“you must, you’re the only person i’d want to spend this kind of money on, so please. let me buy you things from now on” he gave a small, meaningful smile towards you, which only made you smile. you took the necklace out of the box, placing it around your neck. “you look stunning, mí amore”

jolyne cujoh

okay. we all know how lesbians are

she’d definitely confess buy playing a song for you, then saying that it reminds her of you

you two would just be in her bedroom

and she’d suggest listening to music

then she’d play the song and say it reminds her of you two

you two sat on jolynes bed, you’d been friends for years, so long in fact, you two had began to develop feelings for eachother. even though everyone around the two of you knew, you two didn’t. “hey.. let’s listen to some music!” jolyne suggested, you nodded. that could be fun, you always enjoyed her music

she grinned, standing up from the bed and heading towards her cd collection. she picked one up, then placed it into the cd player. it took a few seconds for the song to boot up but once it began she then hurried back over to sit beside you in her bed. “what song is it?” you asked, she only grinned at you. “you’ll see”

as the song began to play, it seemed like something jolyne never would’ve usually listened to. you began to recognise the song as time went on, ‘this kiss, by faith hill’ as you began to wonder why she picked this song, she spoke up. “this song, reminds me of us..” her face was slightly red as she spoke

Johnny Joestar

johnny and you were put on a ranch

yous were just together tending to your horses

it was silent, peaceful

that’s when johnny would admit to having feelings for you

it definitely took him awhile to do that

he’s not the most open when it comes to how he feels

you fed your horse, johnny stood beside you, doing the exact same to slow dancer, his horse. it was comfortable, you two enjoyed eachothers company and the silence between you wasn’t awkward in the slightest, at least for you anyways.

johnny was busy thinking about you, he wanted to tell you how he felt, he knew he owed it to you to be honest, but it was just scary. he was afraid of rejection from you. even though he knew deep, deep down that you most likely liked him too

“hey.. (name)?” he finally spoke up, he felt as if his heart was in his throat. you turned to look at him, giving him a hum to continue. “i just wanted to say that i.. like ya, i have for awhile now. i just.. wanted ya to know” he looked away, embarrassed

josuke higashikata (8)

josuke just blurts it out

like its NOTHING

he doesn’t get social cues tbh

it leaves you shocked

like really shocked

you two were probably just sitting in a part when he just says it

you sat on the park bench with josuke, you both had gotten an ice cream, it was a very warm day in morioh, so ice cream was the only solution the two of you had. as you both sat, enjoying your ice cream, you looked over to josuke, who seemed to be enjoying his delicious sweet treat

“isn’t this nice, josuke?” you spoke up, he only nodded enthusiastically, continuing to lick the cone. you chuckled at him, giving him a smile. which seemed to make him stop eating? he stared at you, in an almost creepy way. you’d be creeped out if you didn’t know him

“i’m in love with you” he says, before going back to his ice cream. you stared at him, in shock. “what?” you gave him a confused look, where you dreaming? hallucinating even? did he really just say that to you?

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mypoisonedvine · 11 months

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OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #bex and jd's sleepover

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vioartemis · 6 months

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Two’s company, three’s a crowd (Part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Things aren't really going well after what happened, and a new murder spree does not help. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: violence, blood, death, Ghostface, explicit language at one point, angst maybe (?) a/n: honestly I was on freestyle mode the whole time so idk if that even make sense 😭 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

The atmosphere was tensed at the apartment. Tara wasn’t talking to you or her sister, and you both felt bad for hurting her. Sam for ‘stealing’ the girl she loved, and you for breaking her heart after giving her hope.

You tried to tell her in the less hurtful way possible, but that kind of thing always hurt, no matter how you handle it.

As if it wasn’t enough, their roommate, Quinn, wouldn’t stop making dirty jokes about you and Sam, not caring if Tara was in the room. You liked the redhead, she was nice, but sometimes you just prayed someone would make her shut up.

Quinn wasn’t exactly known to be quiet. She was pretty loud even. Especially when she was getting fucked by whatever guy she brought back to the apartment. Which happened like everyday.

It was part of the reason why Sam and you spent most nights at your apartment, so the mood isn’t ruined by Quinn’s moans. It was also to give Tara some space, and to keep a distance between her and your sexual life.

This night, however, you were at Sam and Tara’s apartment; after the news announced a murder in the neighborhood and that a Ghostface mask was found on the crime scene, it was the best thing to do.

Everyone was gathered in the apartment: Sam, Tara, Quinn, Anika, Mindy and Chad. You were making dinner with Sam while the others were chatting in the living room -minus Quinn who was in her room.

While you were watching the pastas, you felt Sam’s arms wrap around your waist from behind. She rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Thank you for staying… I mean- you could’ve left New York and-”

You turned around to face her, her arms still around you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving you here. We don’t even know if it’s really Ghostface, maybe it’s some kind of joke. Whatever it is, I’m staying with you, okay?”

She smiled softly, touched by your words. She kissed your lips and stayed close to them after pulling away.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get hurt…”

“I’ll be okay, I promise” you replied immediately, kissing her again

She hummed and kissed your forehead before going back to preparing dinner while saying:

“Your pan is overflowing, baby”

You quickly turned back to it and took it off the stove.

“You could’ve told me earlier!” you whisper-shouted

Sam chuckled.

“Sorry, I preferred kissing you”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, grabbing a sponge to wipe the water off the stove.

Suddenly, you heard noises coming from Quinn’s room. Not that it was unusual, but this time it didn’t sound like moans. Rather muffled screams.

You looked at Sam, then at the others, who apparently heard it too.

You walked a bit closer to her room.

“Quinn? Everything alright?”

No answer.

The noises in the room became slightly louder; you could hear fight noises now, as if someone was thrown against a wall, or the pieces of furniture were thrown across the room.

“Shit”

You tried to go in the room but Tara and Sam held you back.

“Y/n, no!” Tara said, holding your hand tightly

Sam agreed, her arm in front of you.

“Whatever is happening it does not sound good! We can’t-” you paused; the noises had stopped “Why did it stop?”

You looked at the others, fear rising.

The door burst opened, taking you all by surprise, and a bloodied Quinn was thrown forward, falling on Anika. You tried to help her up, but were dragged away by Tara, allowing you to dodge Ghostface’s knife.

She started running to the door, hand still holding yours. You were almost at the door when you were pulled backwards by your hair, causing you to let go of Tara’s hand.

“Y/n!”

She took a step closer to you.

“No! Go, Tara!”

She looked at you hesitantly, not wanting to leave you in that situation. Ghostface didn’t let her more time to think and kicked the door closed before slamming your head against it. You swore you heard your nose crack.

When the grip on your hair loosened, you fell on the floor. You felt dizzy, the world was spinning around you.

You felt someone lift you up and carry you for a few seconds. Things were all blurry around, and when your senses came back to normal, you saw blood all over the room.

“Shit…”

Anika was next to you, bleeding. Sam, Mindy and Chad were trying to push Quinn’s cupboard against the door leading to the bathroom.

Ghostface was banging against the door, to the point it was shaking. It was clear it wouldn’t last long.

“It’s not going to last! We need to find a way to get out of here!” Chad said

You silently agreed. Having regained your composure, you ripped off a part of Quinn’s sheets and tried to tie it around Anika to slow down the bleeding.

Mindy let her brother and Sam holding the door and took a look at the window.

“If we tie the sheets we could escape by the window!” she said

“Or we could just open the other door and flee the apartment” you whispered loud enough only for your friends to hear

They all look at you with wide eyes.

“That’s… that’s actually a good idea”

“Thanks Chad. Now we might want to hurry up, quietly”

"Wait, who goes first?" Chad asked

"Anika. Then Mindy, Sam and you"

"No no no, you go before me. You're hurt." Sam declared

"I'm fine, I promise. Trust me, okay?"

She didn't move, hesitant, before nodding reluctantly.

You gave Anika and Mindy a nod, signal for them to go and open the door as quietly as they could. They did and walked to the apartment door, which they opened as well. Chad followed them soon after they left you field of vision.

You were now alone with Sam, trying to keep Ghostface busy with the bathroom door.

"Go!" you whispered to your girlfriend

She gave you an unsure look; the door was going to break soon, and she didn't want you to die.

"Sam, go! I'll be right behind you, I promise" you reassured her quietly

She finally nodded and walked to the door.

Almost as soon as she left, Ghostface managed to kick the door open, causing you to stumble away due to the shock. He was soon on you again, pushing you on the floor, and tried to stab you.

You didn't have time to think and protected yourself with your left hand. You felt the blade sink right through it.

You thought it was over. You were going to die there. There was no way you could defend yourself, not when every fast movement made your head spin.

Luckily, Sam hadn't gone too far already, and came to rescue you. She slammed the knife stand on his head as violently as she could and kicked him in the face too.

That seemed to work, because Ghostface was on the floor, trying to regain composure.

Sam didn't lose any second and lifted you up before carrying you out of the apartment and down to the street. When you got down there, everyone was here.

An ambulance didn't take long to arrive.

They took care of Anika first, as she was the most hurt of the group. Then they checked your forehead, opened due to your head being slammed against the door, and bandaged up your hand after stitching it up.

While the police what interrogating Sam, Tara came to you.

"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly

It was obvious she felt guilty for letting you in while she was safe outside.

"I'm okay, it's nothing too serious, don't worry" you reassured her She hesitated for a minute, before hugging you tightly.

"I was so scared... A-after the door closed I- I tried to go back inside but.." she sniffled "If I were there maybe I could’ve protected you…”

"Hey.." you hugged her back as best as you could "I'm okay, I promise"

"But your head, a-and your hand...

You rubbed your forehead.

"That's nothing. And that..." you looked at your wounded hand "Hey, we're twinning now!"

Your words caught her by surprise but caused her to chuckle slightly.

"Yeah, we're twinning now" she said with a little smile

After that, Anika stayed at the hospital. Mindy was chosen to keep her company and protect her -just in case. Gale and Kirby joined your little group, as did detective Bailey -Quinn's dad- and Ethan, who 'had e-con' when Ghostface attacked the apartment. He wasn't really convincing though... maybe he was the one who attacked you.

Thanks to Gale's help, you discovered a shrine dedicated to Ghostface and the previous Woodsboro murders. The one who did that clearly was obsessed with everything Ghostface related.

After that, Kirby 'kicked' Gale out of the group -saying it was not a place for a journalist-causing her to get attacked at her apartment. You were all afraid another original was about to die, and you hoped she would be okay.

After Gale's attack, you tried to elaborate a plan to kill Ghostface, and decided to lure him into the shrine, lock him in, and kill him.

"We should go there using the train" someone said

It was a terrible idea. There were so many people. Too many people.

You got separated from the rest of the group almost immediately. Luckily -or not- Ethan was with you. You took out your phone and texted Sam to tell her you had to take the next train.

Surprisingly, nothing bad happened on the way to the shrine. It was even a bit odd, considering it was a perfect occasion to attack Ethan and you.

You were almost at the shrine's door when you felt something hit the back of your head violently.

You knew it was going too well to last.

When you opened your eyes, you were inside the shrine, tied up.

“Ah, great, you’re awake. Perfect timing, really”

You turned around to see detective Bailey coming towards you.

“W-wait Ghostface, he-” you started, before being cut off

“I know, I know” the man said as he lifted you up and led you to the main room of the shrine.

When you got there, you saw Sam and Tara being held hostages by two people; Ethan -as you could have predicted- and…

“Quinn?”

“Hey pretty girl” she smirked and waved at you, knife in hand

You were completely lost; she was supposed to be dead!

In your confusion, you noticed Chad was nowhere to be found, and so was Kirby. You hoped they were safe.

“Enough talking.” Detective Bailey declared, pressing his knife against your throat “Now Y/n… I’ve been told you had trouble making choices”

Quinn winked at you.

“I figured you might want some help” she said

“It’s just a little plus to what we planned” Ethan added

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked

“Let me explain simply” the older man started. He pointed at Sam and Tara. “You get to choose who lives, and who dies”

Your eyes widened at his words.

What…?

You looked over at Sam, held by Quinn, knife dangerously close to her throat, then at Tara, whom Ethan was keeping still, also threatening her.

“So, Y/n? What do you decide?” the redhead asked

“Fuck you” you spat

“I’d rather fuck you, honestly” she smirked “If you knew how many times I’ve wanted to just pin you against a wall and fuck you right there, I-”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence, as Sam threw her head back, hitting the other girl right in the face. Taken aback, she let her guard down, which allowed your girlfriend to take the knife from her hand.

Next to them, Tara managed to kick Ethan where it hurts, and tried to take his knife as well.

If Bailey was surprised by all that sudden action, he didn’t show any sign of it. Instead, he plunged his knife right in your stomach.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he told the girls, who were about to stab the two other Ghostface

They turned to look in your direction and stopped all movements. They were hesitant now.

“Drop your weapons, now.” the man said

As they weren’t moving, considering all the possibilities, he twisted the knife to the side, making you whimper in pain and spit out some blood.

“Okay okay, stop!” Sam said, almost pleading him to stop hurting you

“You know what to do if you want me to stop”

He punctuated his words with another twist of the knife in your stomach.

Sam dropped the knife, and so did Tara.

As Quinn and Ethan bent down to grab their weapons again, a gunshot was heard and Bailey’s legs seemed to get weak. You took the opportunity to escape his grip.

Sam kicked Quinn in the face as she was still bent over, probably breaking her nose in the process -and maybe even a few teeth. Tara was quicker than Ethan to grab the knife, but slower to get back up. He grabbed her by the throat and tried to choke her, laughing like a psycho. The smaller girl had trouble moving.

Her sister was busy fighting Quinn, so you were the one to help her.

You took the knife from her hand and stabbed Ethan in the mouth.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.” you said as you twisted the blade in his mouth, before pulling it out, letting his body fall to the floor

You turned to Tara.

“Are you okay…?”

She nodded, and was quick to hold you when she saw you stumbling.

“Are you okay? You’re bleeding a lot…”

She was worried, and afraid you were losing too much blood.

Sam soon arrived next to you, as concerned as her sister.

“Tara, please, can you try to slow down the bleeding?” she asked her

The youngest nodded.

“What are you going to do?” she asked her sister

Sam turned to where Bailey was, starting to stand up while holding his bleeding leg.

“Take care of him.” She said with a stern, cold voice

Tara led you away from the fights and took care of you. You were barely conscious at this point.

You didn’t see Sam and Kirby close to Bailey. You didn’t hear Kirby tell Sam she would just shoot him and it will be over. You didn’t hear Sam deny her, and stab the man at least 30 times, punctuated each stab with cold words, filled with venom.

She was so mad he hurt you. She was enraged. No one had the right to hurt you. No one had the right to even lay a finger on you.

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Months after this day, everything was back to normal; you were happy with Sam, and Tara had moved on. She even had her eye on someone.

Your wounds were healed, and the only remaining thing of them were scars. As you thought, you now had a matching scar with Tara, on your left hand. And just like her you had to train your hand everyday so you could use it properly again. Some nerves were cut when the blade went through your hand, which wasn’t the best thing.

But let’s see the positive: it gave you an opportunity to spend more time with Tara and bound together over something, even if it wasn’t the thing you would’ve imagined.

You braided each other’s hair every day, and you were regaining more and more control over your hand. It was like before, just you and your best friend.

Sam’s relation with her sister also improved after the events. They took time to talk, to really talk and listen to each other.

To say it briefly, you were back to an almost normal life, and you hoped it would last.

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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hihi!! i hope tumblr doesnt delete this req cus sometimes tumblr req dont go through all the way so im praying this one works 😭

may i request a fic where reader constantly gets headaches (especially after a party or gathering) and leon takes care of them? i swear, every time i go out, my head always ends up hurting afterwards and i get nauseous on the way back home. tea and tylenol are like my best friends whenever this happens and i feel like having leon there with you to comfort you and help you through it would be nice and sweet :) thank you!

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Hiya lovely!! Hope I did this justice!! 💕💕

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Leon knew the moment he picked you up from Claire’s house that you would have a killer headache, it was something that happened almost every time you went anywhere, you were used to it by now, but that doesn’t mean it made it any easier.

He frowns slightly, putting his seatbelt on, as he watches the way you rub your temples letting out a shaky sigh, his hand rests against your thigh trying his best to provide you with some kind of comfort.

“Here, let me help,” he says, leaning over to pull your seatbelt over your body, clicking it into place before he starts the car.

You rest your head against the window as you whisper a small ‘thank you’ entwining his hand with yours, “Did you have fun?” his thumb smoothes over your knuckles.

“Mhm, yeah it was fun, Claire’s getting another cat, it’s the cutest little fluff ball” you smile trying your best to ignore the sharp ache in your head, but that smile quickly turns into a grimace when Leon turns a corner, and you’re overtaken by sudden nausea.

Your arms wrap around your midsection as you slightly curl in on yourself, “We’re almost home angel” he says, his hand gently placed over your thigh.

Leon pulls up into your driveway, his heart aches at the painful expression that contorts your face, and how you let out a pitiful whine, you knew what was coming. Still, it never lessened the overwhelming pain that numbs your head, if anything you swear it gets worse each time.

“Have we still got Tylenol?” You mumble as Leon opens the car door for you, guiding you into the warmth of the house with his hand against the small of your back.

“Yeah I brought some” he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before bending down to undo your shoelaces.

Leon was so attentive when it came to you on a normal day, so when he found out about your frequent headaches he wanted to do anything that would help, even the smallest things, to levitate the stress, and obviously you can’t say no to that.

“I put this on the radiator for you before I left” he says as he hands you one of his jumpers, you give him a grateful smile as you lean to press a kiss to his cheek before you climb into bed nuzzling into Leon’s pillow.

He takes a seat next to you, “How bad is it angel?” He asks with a soft tone as he brushes your hair out from your face, your knees curl up into your chest.

“It’s terrible” you hiss at the way your head seems to pulse with sudden sharp pain, “It wasn’t that bad this morning” you mumble, enjoying the way Leon’s hand rubs the expanse of your back.

“Why didn’t you say anything this morning?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowed with genuine concern as you take a shaky breath.

You glance up at his worried expression, an odd sense of guilt pinching your heart, “Because I didn’t want you to spend the whole day worrying about me” you confess, wincing slightly at the hurt in his eyes.

He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek before muttering a quiet ‘silly girl’ the back of his fingers graze along your cheek, “I always worry about you, you should have told me” he says and you nod against the cotton pillows as he pulls the blanket over your waist.

“I’ll get you some Tylenol sweetheart” and before he can stand up, you grab a hold of his hand.

“Could you also make me some of that tea you brought too? Because you love me” you weakly giggle at the way he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Of course, I will- I’ll be back in a minute, love you” he whispers keeping his voice down to not make your headache worse, you whisper back a quiet ‘love you too’ and you watch as he leaves the bedroom, closing the door after him to block out the landing light.

A minute passes by and you can feel yourself grow heavier with sleep, and you want nothing more than to close your eyes and drift off into dreamland, but the numbing pain that barges through your head is doing everything in its power to prevent that, and you can’t stop the build-up of tears that flood your eyes.

Leon comes back into the room, placing the warm mug on the bedside table along with a bottle of water and some medicine, and it’s only when he sits back down next to you does he notice the way your shoulders shake slightly and the soft cries come along with them, and his heartbreaks.

“Hey- hey, sweetheart you’re okay” he whispers as he gently wipes away your stray tears, he helps you sit up against the headboard, “Here take this and you’ll feel better” he promises as he pops out two of the pills, his hand holds yours as you take them with a slight groan.

“Thank you” You sniffle and Leon is quick to join you underneath the blankets, his arms wrapping around your waist and you gladly nuzzle yourself against his chest.

He presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands dip under your shirt to settle against the small of your back, “You don’t have to thank me, it’s what I’m here for angel” he whispers, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

His fingers trace mindless patterns against your back and you can feel your eyes slowly close at the calming feeling, “It hurts so bad” you whimper squeezing your eyes shut.

“I know, just give the medicine time angel, you’ll feel better soon, promise” You nod against his chest as your legs entwine with his under the warmth of the blanket and you eventually drift off to sleep, and Leon makes a mental note to call your workplace to give you sick day.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Someone posted this on Insta ( can’t remember 😭) but this is so me 😭😂

Oh my, that’s too perfect 🤣🤭💞!! I couldn’t resist not imagening and then writing this… HAPPY PRIDE BTW 🏳️‍🌈

‘I love MILFS’ shirt… Drabble ~Gwen’s characters xFem!Reader

Gwendoline Christie’s characters reactions to Fem!Reader wearing the “I ♥️ MILFS” shirt… I did Larissa, Lucifer, Miranda, & Brienne for this one 😉

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, implied smut

Enjoy (;

Larissa Weems

It’s finally a peaceful Saturday, for just you and Larissa, your mini Larissa had been graciously taken by Marilyn for the day.

You wake up before the blonde, allowing her to sleep in.

You impromptu decide to make her breakfast in bed.

And you giddily snag the shirt from your closet as a little ✨extra✨ surprise…

But your plan falls flat, as Larissa heard you rustling in the closet.

She walks into the kitchen, nearly scaring you half to death.

“Well this is a nice surprise, darling…” Larissa husks in her early morning voice.

You haven’t turned around for her to see your shirt yet…

You finally dramatically sigh and turn around.

“Well I was planning to give you breakfast in bed…” you dramatically huffed.

But Larissa doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are glued to your shirt.

“Something the matter, baby?” You say with a smirk.

Larissa chuckled and rolls her eyes at your antics, then walking over to you, without a single word, and she scoops you up.

“I think I will indeed be having breakfast in bed…” she husks in your ear.

Her lips connect to yours passionately, and you hum with delight into the kiss.

She carries you to her bedroom, where the two of you spend your whole day off.

Lucifer Morningstar

You had found the shirt on one of your trips to earth.

It had made you smirk, and you were curious as to what Luci would have to say about it…

So naturally, you took it back with you.

You entered Luci’s great throne room, wearing the shirt.

“Hey Luci, I’m back…” you hummed towards the blonde, who was standing by the window, dazing out into their domain.

The Lightbringer doesn’t look back when they recognize your presence with a hum.

“I brought something back this time…” you probe the blonde fallen angels curiosity.

At this, the Lightbringer turned their gaze toward you, and their brows furrow.

“And what is that…? It doesn’t suit you very well, does it, little one…”

“It’s a shirt.” You smugly say.

Luci rolls their eyes playfully at your humor.

“No I mean, what is a milf…?” They clarify.

She’d fallen right into your trap…

“It’s you!” You chirped, your eyes glimmering coyly.

“Hmmm ok…” Luci stared at you with furrowed eyebrows, contemplating whether to open this can of worms.

They decided not to.

“I will see you at dinner, little one?” She redirected.

“Yep.” You chirped yet again.

You were being far too chipper for Lucifer’s taste…

At that, you left.

And Mazikeen soon entered the throne room, stifling a giggle.

“And what, pray you, is so humorous?” The Lightbringer sneered.

“Nothing master. Only Y/N’s shirt…” Mazikeen mumbled.

At this, Luci’s senses pricked up and their head swiveled to the demon.

“What about the shirt?!” They demanded.

“I just never imagined that you’d allow her to wear something like that…” Mazikeen spoke.

Now Lucifer was really confused.

“Something like what??!”

“MILF… Master, do you know what that stands for…?”

“No…” they grumbled.

“Ohhhh…” Mazikeen whimpered.

“It stands for Mother I’d Love to Fuck…”

Luci’s eyes widened, their jaw dropping.

Oh, you were so fucked…

Miranda Hilmarson

You’d put on the shirt at night as you prepared for bed.

As you grabbed your nightly tea, Miranda walked into the kitchen.

Once her eyes set on your shirt, She immediately looked away and blushed furiously.

“Like what you see…?” You teased, taking a sip of your hot tea.

Miranda gulped and finally looked up, meeting your gaze.

“I’m not a milf…” she insecurely whispered.

Your heart cracked at her tone of insecurity…

You set your tea down and made your way over to the blonde, opening you arms to her.

She gladly accepted, immediately nuzzling into your frame.

Once you’d hugged her for a good solid five minutes, you pulled your face out to meet hers.

“Well I’d love to fuck you anyday…” you purred.

At your words, Miranda blushed even more, a small tear escaping her eyes.

“Thanks, babe…” she whispered with a cracked voice.

“And you certainly will be a MILF once I fuck my cum so deep into you, we defy the laws of the universe, and your belly starts to swell with my baby…”

At this, Miranda’s jaw dropped.

“Would you like that…?” You teased the stunned blonde.

All Miranda could do was nod, vigorously, her eyes lighting up at the possibility…

Brienne of Tarth

Brienne had immediately noticed your shirt when the party had set off at daybreak.

It was a long journey ahead, and it was itching her to ask you what your shirt meant.

“Y/N…” Brienne spoke in her gentler tone.

“Hmmm, yes my lady…?”

Brienne always caught a slight blush when you of all people called her my lady…

“I was wondering, what does that word on your chest mean?”

“Oh, OhHhhH…” you chocked out, almost embarrassed to have to explain this to the woman you’d been crushing on ever since you’d crossed paths with her.

“Are you alright, Y/N…?” Brienne asked, her tone laced with immediate concern.

“Yes yes! I’m fine, thank you.” You took a deep breath.

“It means Mother I’d Like to Fuck…” you basically whispered.

It took Brienne a second, but one was she got it, she got it.

Brienne mouthed a knowing Ohhhhhh as her eyes widened.

Your smiled lightly and then quickly looked away again.

God, were you hopelessly in love with the innocent, blonde haired woman…

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Lucifer Morningstar Masterlist

Miranda Hilmarson Masterlist

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Brienne of Tarth Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

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starsstuddedsky · 1 year

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In Sickness and Secondhand Embarrassment

seungcheol x reader

summary: what’s the best part of a terrible date? the end. that is, until a roommate catches covid and you’re forced to stay together

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, food, SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT

wc: 5.3k

a/n: hello!!!! this is kinda based more on pandemic protocol from a year ago so it’s not quite the same as the current experience, but also covid is still very real!! anyways if you don’t enjoy second hand embarrassment don’t read.. I need to stop writing kiss scenes 😭

Seungcheol’s shoulder brushes against yours again. He isn’t doing it on purpose, but he thinks it might be his subconscious since he isn’t brave enough to ask to hold your hand.

“Nice night,” you say. Seungcheol doesn’t miss how you avoid his eyes, staring at your toes. Everything in his heart screams awkward as he tries to think of something, anything to say.

He thought it would be easy: he called Vernon about the friend he brought to the party, found out your name, and then found out you had asked about him as well. He got your number and asked you out to dinner. He likes you and you like him, so why is this so awkward?

“I guess this is goodnight,” you say. You smile and Seungcheol forgets what he was about to say.

“I… had fun today,” he sputters. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he knows if he doesn’t do anything soon, this already-painful date will turn into a terrible memory that he’ll never be able to live down. He thinks about telling Vernon about this nightmare, or, god forbid, Jeonghan and Joshua find out. He’d never hear the end of it.

Maybe that’s why he catches your hand before you can turn around. In a spurt of his only confidence of the night, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

You look startled at first, but your frown quickly turns into a smile, if a bit nervous. “Sure.”

Seungcheol leans closer, pausing over your lips and suddenly remembers the garlic pasta he had for lunch earlier. He swallows and prays it’s enough to hide the taste. He leans a little bit closer and your lips are touching and Seungcheol thinks they are warm and soft (and maybe a little bit chapped but his are too). Move, he thinks but the thought doesn’t travel to his muscles and his stupid brain can’t figure out what to do. The kiss lasts longer and longer and all he does is stand there with his lips pressed against yours.

Finally, you pull away. Seungcheol doesn’t dare look in your eyes as he takes a step back. He can already feel his face heating up with embarrassment. Maybe it’s not too late for him to catch the shuttle to the airport and get on a flight and leave somewhere and never come back, maybe go to Guam, or Canada, or really anywhere but here.

“Goodnight,” he mumbles, daring to glance at you once. Your hand is pressed against your lips as if you can't quite believe what happened either. Seungcheol turns down the sidewalk and walks away, hoping that he’ll never have to think about this again.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, a welcome distraction. Joshua’s face appears on his screen.

“Hey, is it too late to cancel your date?” Joshua asks. He’s in the apartment that Seungcheol, Joshua, and Jeonghan share, evident by the cardboard cutout of the Rock that Seungkwan gave Jeonghan for his birthday last year that is staring at Seungcheol over Joshua’s shoulder.

“Uh, yeah,” Seungcheol says, praying that’s the last question.

“Cool, how are you feeling?”

How to answer that? How does Seungcheol explain that he wants a comet to wipe him off the face of the earth, or maybe a time machine so he can go back and at least stop himself from that horrible kiss.

“Fine,” Seungcheol says, because he doesn’t want to deal with the teasing from the J’s. It’s the only way this night can get worse.

“No coughing? No sore throat?”

Seungcheol stops. “What’s going on?”

Joshua smiles, though it doesn’t reach his eyes and Seungcheol recognizes the anger burning behind them. “Well, the little asshat is coughing and he took an at home test and it may or may not be positive.”

“Joshua,” Seungcheol says slowly. “Are you telling me Jeonghan has covid?”

“Yes! I’m supposed to have a meeting with my thesis advisor tomorrow, goddammit. Well, if you’re feeling fine you should probably just find somewhere to quarantine, or come back here and take the L, I guess,” Joshua says. “This is so annoying, and Jeonghan is going to milk the shit out of this until we’re sick too.”

“Joshua,” Seungcheol says slowly. “Jeonghan and I ate breakfast together today. We shared a spoon.”

“Oh, then you should come back.”

Seungcheol sighs, remembering the kiss that would likely go down as one of the top five worst moments of his life. And he thought things couldn’t get worse.

Well, he can’t be too pessimistic. Maybe telling you that he may have given you covid will somehow make this night better.

He sits on the far end of the couch. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to invite him to quarantine with you, but you trust that any friend of Vernon’s isn’t a psychopath, and he looked genuinely upset about the entire situation. Besides, if he really isn’t sick, then there’s no danger.

Except for the fact that you cannot forget the horrible kiss that wasn’t even five minutes ago. It wasn’t your worst kiss (that title went to Jimmy at the ninth birthday party of your best friend, who thought the enclosed space you were crammed into together during an intense round of hide and seek was the appropriate time to confess his love and then force a kiss on your lips when you were mostly thinking about how much you had to pee), but it definitely wasn’t the best.

At least he seems to feel as embarrassed as you are. The few times you work up the confidence to look at him, he’s either staring at your carpet or fiddling with his thumbs.

“Thanks again,” Seungcheol says. “You really don’t have to do this.”

“Like I said, if you don't have it, we’re fine, but if you do, there’s a good chance you gave it to me, so you might as well stay here.” You tap your fingers on the arm of the couch.

“Well, thank you anyways,” he says. “And I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. Not for the first time, you wish you had a roommate, or at least someone else in the apartment so you wouldn’t have to figure out how to deal with this all on your own. How does one properly host the person they went on exactly one (bad) date with and then possibly gave them covid? Offer tea?

“So, you want to play Mario Kart?” You ask.

“Are you sure you want to challenge me?” Seungcheol asks. “I should warn you, I’ve been trained.”

“I have too,” you say, thinking about how many times Jihoon had cursed you out playing the game throughout your lifelong friendship. He taught you curse words you didn’t know existed.

“Jeon Wonwoo himself trained me,” Seungcheol says, taking the controller as you hand it to him.

“Jeon Wonwoo?” You frown at him from the other side of the couch.

“He’s a streamer,” Seungcheol says. “And I thought a pretty popular one, but now I’m realizing I sort of sound like an idiot and should have kept my mouth shut.”

“I’m sure he’s really good,” you say. “He could be really popular, I really wouldn’t know.”

Seungcheol flashes a thankful smile and you remember why you asked Vernon about him in the first place. Not just because his smile makes your heart skip a beat, but because he’s so expressive that you think you can read every thought that comes across his face. As painfully terrible as the date was, you aren’t completely opposed to a second date, and his wide smile isn’t helping at all.

Though, the way things are going right now, you are a little worried you might be stuck with him for the rest of your life.

“Well, either way, we won’t know until we try,” you say. Seungcheol points his controller at you as if it were a sword, accepting your challenge. The familiar music begins and you select your character (always Shy Guy). Seungcheol chooses Bowser, which doesn’t surprise you. He chooses a kart while you choose a bike, and before long, the numbers count down.

In hindsight, Seungcheol wonders if he was too competitive. Then again, the score is still 50-50 for first place after playing four rounds, so it’s not like you didn’t match his energy.

“This isn’t over,” you declare when he wins the final match and sets the score back to an even win rate.

“It’s almost midnight, I think it’s over for the night,”Seungcheol says. “Besides, it’s tied!”

“The last time I settled for a tie was Jihoon, and now he refuses to play with me,” you say. Seungcheol idly wonders if it’s weird that he finds the borderline violent look in your eyes attractive.

“Oh, believe me, I’m not settling for a tie,” Seungcheol says. “Wonwoo would kill me if he ever found out, he called me his protegé.”

“And you’re proud of that?” You ask, but you’re smiling. “Fine, I’ll concede for tonight, but this isn’t over.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Seungcheol says, grinning even wider at your fake glare.

“Are you sure you’re okay with the couch?” You ask, standing up.

Seungcheol is tempted to flirt and say, “Unless you want to share a bed,” but he decides with how badly he fumbled earlier in the evening, it would be safest to nod and keep his mouth shut. Besides, he is beyond grateful that you’re letting him stay with you; the couch might as well be a king-sized bed.

Unfortunately, it is not king-sized, and his feet stick off the edge when he tries stretching out on it. You return with a rather flimsy blanket and a giant stuffed dog that Seungcheol is afraid is his pillow for the night.

“I’m really, really sorry,” you say, “Nobody ever stays over so all I have are these.”

“It’s fine,” Seungcheol says, already preparing his back for a very long night. “Like I said, I’m the one intruding.” You hand him a spare toothbrush and point him in the direction of the bathroom.

Seungcheol understands why you never have people over: the apartment, putting things kindly, is shit. From his first step inside, he was shocked at the small size, with a kitchen that doubles as a dining room and living room (and where he would sleep tonight), a bedroom (that he assumes is tiny because you didn’t invite him to see and he figured it would be inappropriate to ask), and the bathroom. On top of the size, he was sure he saw a monstrous bug flying around that looked like some sort of cockroach abomination, but you didn’t mention it, and there was a strange smell coming from the sink drain. At least you were able to lighten the beige painted walls with what looked like handmade canvases.

There is no saving the bathroom. Seungcheol was scared to enter it earlier, and his fears are confirmed now. He thinks the tile might have been pink once, but it had seen so many years and so many… fluids, that it has become a sickening brown color. The walls have suffered a similar fate, though it looks like there has been a fairly recent coat of paint. There’s no bathtub, and the shower head looks like it hasn’t been changed in ten years, and doesn’t seem to be able to control the water heat or flow at all. The room mostly smells like lemon and bleach, and Seungcheol wonders how long you spent scrubbing before you realized it was a hopeless effort.

He brushes his teeth quickly, feeling a little guilty that he has to dig through your cabinets for your toothpaste. He tries not to look at anything, focusing on his reflection in the mirror. That’s when he realizes that he’s stuck with these clothes: his nicest pair of pants and a button down that Joshua insisted he iron before he left. At least he had a white t-shirt on beneath it, but he was stuck in these clothes unless he asked you for a change, which was not happening anytime soon. He could only pray that he didn’t get covid from Jeonghan and would be free in three days.

You’re sitting on the couch when he comes out. You don’t turn right away, and for a moment he catches a glimpse of you, back towards him, head facing toward the windows beside the door and staring outside. He wonders what you’re thinking, and hopes it’s not something along the lines of I hope this man leaves my apartment as soon as possible. He doesn’t want to be a nuisance, but he can’t help but feel that after the rousing game of Mario Kart, maybe the relationship between the two of you wasn’t completely destroyed.

You’re smiling a little when the bathroom door clicks shut and you turn to see him. You’ve definitely caught him staring, but Seungcheol doesn’t really care, returning your smile.

“Thank you,” he says. He trades spots with you as you stand and he sits on the couch. You linger for a moment, leaning against the arm.

“I’m really sorry about the lack of a bed,” you say. “But I’m very broke.”

“How about you stop apologizing and I’ll stop saying thank you?”

You laugh. “Yeah, that works.”

“Good,” Seungcheol says. There’s more he wants to say, but unlike before, it doesn’t weigh him down and make him panic. It’s a warm feeling that makes him think he has a lifetime to learn everything about you.

“Goodnight, yn,” he says, loving the way your name feels in his mouth.

“Goodnight,” you say, finally standing and crossing into your room, pulling the door shut behind you with a resounding click.

You wake up to banging noises in the kitchen. It takes a minute to remember that you aren’t alone in the apartment, and you aren’t being robbed. Though you want to go back to sleep, the banging is rather noisy, so you drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom.

You just woke up, but you’re glad you went into the bathroom before confronting Seungcheol, because as your brain slowly wakes up, you realize your hair is a total mess and your breath is terrible. You brush your teeth quickly and try not to think about the boy in your kitchen because it only makes you more nervous.

Strange, how your feelings for him changed so much in such a short time period. You were nervous before the date, then disappointed after how bad it went, but then last night was so much fun, and you’re back to being nervous at the thought of him. You hate the butterflies that are fluttering around your gut.

They vanish when you see the state of your kitchen.

“I am so sorry,” Seungcheol says the second he hears your footsteps. “I wanted to do something nice for you because you’re being so nice and letting me stay, and the least I could do was make you breakfast, except I got lost in your kitchen, and then there was an incident with the flour, and then this giant bug flying around my face, and I was going to clean it all up before you woke up, but I guess I was being really loud, and this is a huge mess, and I’m really sorry.”

Seungcheol himself almost looks worse than your kitchen, between the frantic look in his eyes and flour covering half of his body. There’s some red sauce spilled on his shirt (which you have absolutely no idea where it came from since you don’t have ketchup in your apartment), and it’s clear he spent the last few minutes failing to get control of the mess of ingredients that spilled on the stove.

“At least nothing’s on fire,” you say.

“Yeah, I put it out pretty quickly.”

“You set my apartment on fire?”

“Only briefly!” Seungcheol grabs your shoulders, then lets go when he realizes his hands are still covered in flour. “Look, I promise I’ll clean everything up, just go take a shower, wait, no, I’m not saying you smell or anything, but give me like ten minutes and I’ll make it look like nothing ever happened.” He looks really desperate.

“I’ll order some food,” you say, walking dazedly back to your room. Your kitchen was falling apart before, but Seungcheol has made it unrecognizable between everything that he spilled and whatever he tried to cook. You think maybe it was pancakes, but whatever happened in that kitchen is between Seungcheol and the bug that might as well be your roommate since all of your attempts to kill it have failed.

“Yn?” Seungcheol says. It sounds like he’s standing right outside your door. It’s only been a few minutes, so there’s no way he’s finished cleaning.

“Is something wrong?” You get off your bed and pull the door open to find him standing in front of you, head hanging low like a puppy that knows he messed up.

He shakes his head, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. “Are you mad?”

You can’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not mad. A little stunned, because I didn’t think there was that much flour in my kitchen, but it’s not like you did it on purpose, so, why would I be mad?”

“Seriously?” Seungcheol says. He looks almost hopeful.

“Yeah, it can be cleaned up, and you didn’t actually set the place on fire, so it’s fine.” You shrug. Seungcheol doesn’t look like he really believes you, so you add, “Seriously, I was just really surprised, but I’ll find the bleach and help you clean as soon as I change out of my pajamas.”

That’s when you realize a) Seungcheol is still wearing the clothes from the date the night before which b) are now absolutely covered in flour. You can’t believe that you didn’t notice earlier, but it’s obvious that he needs something to change into. You close the door to change, but dig through your drawers to find someone that suits Seungcheol and can’t seem to find anything.

Your phone rings, and you realize you have the perfect solution.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but Seungcheol thinks the kitchen looks cleaner than it was before. It smells distinctly like lemon, and the black stains under the cabinet (that were one of the few spots Seungcheol didn’t create) were successfully removed. Maybe it smells so clean the bug/monster/demon would finally leave your apartment (definitely wishful thinking). He washes his hands again, but they still don’t feel clean; he doubts they ever will be again, since you didn’t have any gloves.

“It looks good!” You say. You insisted on working alongside him and refused to take no for an answer, which he was grateful for since Seungcheol had no idea where any of your cleaning supplies were. It was a challenge to use bleach without gloves, but Seungcheol is 90% sure you both managed to avoid bleach poisoning. Still, he figures it’s safest to usher you into the shower while he tries to figure out what to do now.

He can’t even sit down and relax since he keeps leaving flour behind no matter how much comes off him. He ends up sitting on the floor in the doorway since it’s the only place that isn’t clean. Though the door is solid, the large panels next to it are windows, and Seungcheol watches the empty street.

Here are his options: ask you for clothes to change into (mortifying) or live the rest of his quarantine life in clothes that are turning stiff from the mix of grease, flour, and cleaning supplies that have seeped into the fabric (possibly deadly). He strongly considers running away, but he decides it’s unethical to wander around while possibly infected.

It’s from staring out the window and longing for freedom that he first notices it. A flash of movement out of the corner of his eye so fast Seungcheol thinks he imagined it, but then it happens again. Black clothing, he’s sure of it. It’s moving so fast Seungcheol isn’t quite sure that it’s human. He stands up, now certain that whatever’s out there is real and a threat.

Are there any weapons? He does a mental checklist of everything he’s seen in your apartment, and all he comes up with are the kitchen knives he saw in a drawer while looking for the cleaning supplies. He wonders if he should ask you, but the water is still running, and he doesn’t want to scare you just because he’s jumpy. He is already beginning to second guess whether he saw anything at all, when there’s a little knock at the door.

Seungcheol inches back, hands feeling dreadfully empty. As much as he wants a knife, he doesn’t want to turn his back on the door now that there’s noises.

The knock comes again, a small sound followed by a soft rattling, as if something was rolling on the ground. Seungcheol freezes, not daring to get any closer to the glass, but trying to peer out and see what he can.

The knock comes a third time, except this time it hits the glass and Seungcheol realizes that it’s a tiny rock being thrown. He watches it land in the dirt, trying to determine if it’s from the yard or another planet. Seungcheol takes a step up to the door and realizes his hands have curled into fists.

He knows more likely than not, it’s probably some town kid that’s looking for an easy prank on poor college kids, but on the off-chance that it’s some other-worldly demon trying to steal his soul, Seungcheol braces himself for the worst. He rests his hand on the door, ready to tell off the kid (or die painfully), taking a deep breath.

Before he can pull it open, he sees another flash of movement. He turns to the window and suddenly the entire left side of the door is covered in black. Seungcheol drops to the floor, cowering back. He doesn’t realize that he’s screaming until he hears your voice.

He looks up to see you, hair dripping wet, glaring at the window, which isn’t populated by a monster about to pull him apart, but is just a boy, around his age, dressed all in black making silly faces. Seungcheol can feel his ears turning red with embarrassment as you crouch down next to him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking genuine.

“Yeah,” he says, accepting your hand to pull himself up.

“It’s just Seokmin,” you say, rolling your eyes. “He thinks it’s funny to try and scare everyone. You get used to it.”

“I don’t think I ever will,” Seungcheol grumbles but he follows you to the door and forces a smile on his face because he doesn’t want your friends to think he’s a sore loser, even if he is.

Seokmin is still laughing when you open the door, which annoys him even more since his laugh is infectious and Seungcheol can’t help but feel smile isn’t as forced.

“I got you so good,” Seokmin says. He backs away, keeping a safe distance, leaving a large plastic bag on the doorstep. “Oh my god, I’ve never heard a grown man scream like that, that was hilarious.”

“Very funny Seokmin,” you say. “Did you bring what I asked?”

“Everything is here!” Seokmin says, as if immune to your passive aggressive tone. “Breakfast, clothes, half the toiletry aisle from CVS, and two rapid tests donated from Jihoon because he said, ‘check and make sure yn hasn’t been murdered because I don’t trust some random man.’”

“You can tell him I’m fine,” you say. “And he should stop being a little bitch and apologize.”

“I’ll pass the message on,” Seokmin says. He turns to Seungcheol. “So, you’ve survived a night with yn?”

“Yeah, I don’t recommend the couch,” Seungcheol says. He doesn’t want your friends to think he did anything strange the night before. “Thanks for the clothes.” Seungcheol lifts the bag and frowns at the pattern that he can see through the opaque bag. From what he can see, he’s doomed.

“No problem!” Seokmin says with a grin. “You can keep them, I was going to donate them anyways.” He winks at you. “Stay safe.”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” you say with a sigh waving goodbye as the door swings shut behind you. You glance at Seungcheol and raise your eyebrows. “You need a shower.”

Putting it kindly, Seungcheol looks like a Christmas tree from the 80s that was left up year round and then left forgotten to rot in someone’s backyard. The sweater was once bright green, but faded to a strange color that you don’t think actually exists on purpose, and has a swirling bright yellow pattern that’s somehow withstood the test of time to remain neon. Because there isn’t enough going on, the sleeves have a plaid pattern in the same green and yellow, the hemming around the neck and at the bottom is faded red. You have no idea where Seokmin found it, or why a sweater like that was ever designed.

Still, you can’t quite say you regret asking Seokmin to bring the clothes, because as chaotic as it is, he still looks rather cute. His hair is wet from the shower, a mess of curls that seem to be just a little out of place, and you wonder how long he spends styling his hair each day.

“I’m hideous,” he says.

“It’s horrible,” you say, “But you look kind of cute.”

“You’re just trying to make me forget the fact that it was your friend who brought me the sweater,” he says but you see his smile.

“Maybe,” you say, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Or maybe I think you’re cute.” The last time you were this close to him, he kissed you. A terrible kiss, yes, but you were very nervous, and you know he was too. Now you’re just curious if a second kiss will be as bad.

Before you get the chance to ask, you hear a rumbling sound from Seungcheol’s pocket. He grimaces and pulls out his phone, answering it before he looks at the screen. You take a step back and fold your arms, wondering if you should give him some privacy.

“Hey, what’s up?” Seungcheol says. You can’t quite make out the words of the voice on the other line, but after a moment Seungcheol frowns.

“You’re joking,” Seungcheol says. “How many tests did you take?” There’s a pause before he asks, “So what do you have?” A few moments later, he shakes his head and hangs up the phone, saying, “I’ll talk to you later.”

When he looks up at you, you are suddenly reminded of the night before, when he knocked on your door and told you that he might have given you covid. There’s this look in his eyes that says I’m sorry without him speaking a word.

“So, that was Jeonghan,” he says.

“Your roommate that has covid?”

“Yeah, so apparently he doesn’t have covid?” Seungcheol says, looking exasperated. “I’m really sorry about all of this, but he just called and said his PCR test was negative and he’s feeling a lot better today and he thinks it was just a cold.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, Jeonghan tends to be dramatic,” Seungcheol says. “Listen, I already felt terrible that all of this happened, and now it turns out that it was for no reason, so I really don’t know what I can do to make up for it.”

You tilt your head. “No idea?”

Seungcheol frowns. “No?”

You take another step closer to him, peering into his eyes. He really doesn’t know what you’re implying, so you ignore your pounding heart and smile at him, tentatively resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Oh,” he says. “Maybe a small idea?”

“You should at least try,” you say.

He leans a little closer, and you catch a whiff of his hair, which smells like your own shampoo. “Can I?”

You nod, and this time he doesn’t waste a second before kissing you. He doesn’t freeze like last time, and neither do you, molding your lips against his. After a couple seconds, you can’t help but smile, and Seungcheol pulls away with his own smile. Much better than last time.

“Does that make up for it?” He asks. At some point his hand found its way to your waist.

“It’s a good start,” you say, “But you’ve got to at least ask me out on a second date before you have a chance at fully making up for it.”

“I think I could do that,” Seungcheol says, almost sounding arrogant. It makes you smile. His smile fades after a moment and he sighs.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got to go back and save Jeonghan,” he says. “Joshua might actually kill him when he finds out.” He flashes a smile at you. “But I will call you as soon as we’re done and we can schedule that second date.”

“I like the sound of that,” you say. You nearly jump when he kisses your nose, dropping his hand from your waist and wandering around the house as if nothing happened. He doesn't have much to collect, so it isn’t long before he’s standing in your doorway, poised to leave (and avoiding the flour on the floor).

“I’ll call,” he promises. “Unless Joshua is in jail, then it might take a while, but I’ll call eventually.”

“I know a good lawyer,” you say. “Well, he will be, eventually.” He pushes the door open and walks out, but pauses before letting the door swing shut, turning back to look at you again.

“As chaotic as it was, I’m sort of glad that this happened,” he says. “I mean, obviously I still feel bad that I crashed on your couch for basically no reason, but I got to see a lot more of you, and I really liked it. Being with you.”

“I like you too, dork,” you say. “And if you didn’t crash on my couch I never would have called you back, that was a terrible first date.”

“Yeah, it really was,” he says. He still lingers.

“Don’t you dare forget that we still have a rematch for Mario kart.”

“Oh, liking you means nothing, I will take you down,” Seungcheol says. He smiles at you. “Goodbye, yn.”

“Goodbye, Seungcheol,” you say. He finally lets the door swing shut, walking down the sidewalk. He pauses at the end to wave a final time, then disappears around the corner.

You turn back to your apartment. Though you didn’t even spend twenty-four hours stuck here with him, it already feels emptier without him. You lay back on the couch, thinking about the whirlwind of emotions of the past day, and finally settling on the thought of seeing Seungcheol again. And you smile.

a/n2: I had to clown dk I’m sorry

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OMGG CONGRATS ON YOUR 200 FOLLOWERS, I LOVE YOU TOO 🥺😭💖

so... I have a really low self-esteem and my mind always makes me think I'm unworthy or don't deserve a lot of things I have in life

that being said, could I request prompt 1- sweet/ cozy with Ace? Pretty please? (the thought of him putting his hat on our heads makes me feel so warm inside 🥺 can you maybe include this, please?)

again, congratulations on your milestone, I love you & your writing and i'll be here to accompany you on this journey 🥰💖

Hello my dearest, you're the best 🥺 I am so happy that you're still here, you're so precious (I'm not crying, you're crying 😭)

So I hope you like this story, I tried to make it positive and uplifting

This is part of my follower milestone event

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Love sick

You've been with the whitebeard pirates for quite some time now and your secret crush for Ace is growing constantly- until something needs to be done!

This is pure sfw heartwarming superfluff about Ace being super supportive and taking care of a super anxious and shy gender neutral reader

At this point, it was an open secret everyone knew about, except Ace. Every time you saw him you froze, everytime you tried to talk to him your voice gave out, everyone with half a brain cell could see that you loved him, except Ace. There is still a debate what that makes him intellectually.

You've come to a point when your crush turned from delicious butterflies in your stomach to a painful hum of constant anxiety in your head. The idea that he would never see you, never return your feelings and probably end up with a much better girl was so excruciating to you, it was making it hard to sleep or eat. Or concentrate. It became so bad that one day, you found yourself being pushed into Marco's office because you fell asleep at your post. You where sitting there miserably while he did some superficial examinations and asking question about your symptoms.

"Have you lost your appetite?" He asked.

"Not really" you lied. He didn't need to know that.

"I'm gonna add denial to your symptoms because just from looking at you I can tell you lost weight."

"Uhm...ok" you conceded. Maybe, you still felt too fat though.

"You know Ace is a nice guy" Marco stated matter of factly.

You got dizzy from the sudden rise in blood pressure this name caused.

"I know that!" You squeaked.

"Than why are you acting like telling him how you feel is dangerous? Even if he didn't return your feelings, he'd be super chill about it." Marco said with his usual calm expression, while you were almost fainting from embarrassment. "Yeah, everyone knows, don't panic." Sitting down at his desk he added "that's my counsel to improve your health: talk to Ace. Tell him how you feel. Get drunk if it helps you." He turned around, telling you that this appointment was over.

With a head as red as a a tomato and swaying a bit from all the heart racing you got out of Marco's office and had to sit down for a second.

"Hey Y/n!" A familiar voice greeted you. Sick to your stomach, you turned around, saying "goodbye" to Ace before you realized you took the wrong greeting again. You told him good night in the morning and once you even wished him happy birthday at lunch.

As usual, Ace laughed loudly, throwing his head back. Just seeing his freckles in the sunlight was heartbreaking.

"Your so funny" he chuckled and paused, looking from you to Marco's office.

"Are you sick? You look a bit feverish!" He noted, coming nearer and looking you straight in the face, studying you. You were torn between looking away because you were looking like a complete mess and staring at his handsome face. Your eyes decided to look both ways at the same time, giving you a headache. You closed your eyes and prayed that Ace would just leave so you wouldn't embarrass yourself even more.

He didn't leave. Instead, you felt a warm hand on your forehead and his voice near your face "your temperature is a bit high. Did you see Marco?" Ace asked with concern.

"See him just I did" you mumbled(grammatically wrong) and risked a peek at Ace, who looked really worried.

To your horror, he sat down next to you.

"Man, being sick sucks! Just let me know if I can do anything for you." He said, looking at you as you tried to vanish. He shouldn't see how absolutely messy and horrible you looked.

"Nothing" you managed to say.

"Y/n, you always play so tough but it's okay to ask for help. We are a crew after all!" His excitement whenever he talked about the whitebeard pirates was so cute, you had to smile, wishing you could talk to him the same way.

"You know what? Here's something to remind you that you're never alone here!" He said with the broadest, most adorable smile that almost made you melt - and put his hat on your head. It was a bit too wide and slid over your eyes and you quickly adjusted it. It smelled like leather and campfire - Ace's scent.

"Damn!" Ace whistled. "Looks better on you than on me. I guess it's your hat now."

He was so nice, even if it was lie to make you feel better.

"That's not true" you said and had to laugh a bit.

"You know it's a shame we never get to talk to each other like this, you're always so busy! How about you just lie down and rest and I bring you dinner and keep you company later."

"Wha- wha-?" You stutter.

"You heard me, I'll bring you some soup later!" He said as he left, waving.

"You promise me you'll rest!" He added.

Your knees were butter and you just stayed put, trying to catch your breath.

"Wow, just like that you have a date?" Marco commented, having witnessed the whole strange exchange.

"No!" You snapped.

"I thought you wanted this...?" He asked.

"Yes! I mean no, I mean this isn't a date!" With once again solid knees you got up and turned to get back to your post.

"Where do you think you're going?" Marco asked, a brow raised.

"Back to work." You answered.

"I don't think so. Your commanding officer just ordered you to rest in your bed and wait for him." He said with a "checkmate" expression on his face.

You would never disobey a direct order, so you went back to your room, clutching Ace's hat to your chest and prayed he would just forget his promise.

He didn't.

After waiting anxiously for a few hours, you heard him come. You were already so attuned to his steps and looks that you could always detect his presence.

He didn't bother knocking, he just shouted: "Soup coming!" And already opened the door with his foot.

"Hot and healthy! And tasty of course!" He announced with a wide grin, holding a tablet with soup, some bread and a spoon in one hand like an expert waiter. He looked at you - and frowned. You were sure he just noticed what a wreck you were. Instead he said: "you're not wearing comfy pajamas! Don't you know anything about being sick?" He sounded like it was common knowledge.

"I am not feeling that bad..." you explained.

"Marco told me you were feeling really bad! So it must be true." He stated. You felt the panic rise in your throat - what else did Marco tell him?

Your anxiety levels rose once again when he sat down next to you on your bed and put the tablet on your nightstand, you've never been that near to him. Unconsciously, you clutched his hat to your chest like a shield.

"Hats go on your head, silly!" He said playfully and put it back on your head.

"And now open up" he ordered as he lifted a full spoon in front of your face while holding his other hand underneath it to catch any drops.

"I can eat by myself!" You told him a bit more sharply than intended and immediately regretted it. Ace laughed.

"They told me that you have spunk! But orders are orders" he said with a sinister expression. Marco taught him that, too, you bet. But he was right, orders were orders and you opened your mouth. Ace was surprisingly careful.

"You know, you can take a break from time time" he began in a casual tone while feeding you. You barely tasted the soup, being cared for by Ace was taking up all your available attention. He continued talking calmly:

"I see how hard you work each day, that you're always thinking ahead, keeping an eye on things. All I want to say is: being a pirate also means to have fun once in a while. You're pushing yourself so hard, and I bet you're struggling, too. You need to enjoy yourself once in a while. Or let others help you." His concern was so sweet and genuine, it almost made you cry.

"You know you deserve it." He ended and looked at you. "And I'm glad you let me help you. I know sometimes, that's hard. In that regard, you remind me of someone. He also puts others first when they need help, an he does absolutely everything to help everyone, even people that hurt him. And like him, you're very strong" he said and seemed to remember someone dear to him.

"You feeling better now?" He asked, suddenly back in the moment.

You nod.

"Great! Marco said when you've had some soup I should give you this" he said cheerfully and produced a small flask from his satchel.

"It's medicine." He held out the small, unmarked bottle. You opened it and immediately smelled your favourite booze. That dog! You hesitated and looked at the flask.

"He said it's crucial."

"I bet" your voice was so dry you were surprised you didn't spew dust. There was an evil plot against you led by Marco. If you were in a position to do so you would pay it back to him.

"Less scowling more drinking" Ace said, ripping you from your thoughts of dark conspiracies against your love life (or absence thereof). It was just a small flask, you drank it in a few sips, already feeling it going to your head. Maybe you were indeed sick.

Ace sat at your side and was smiling widely, watching you like he expected a present. Remembering Marco's words, this was probably a message that it was time to confess. You were a little afraid that he would take matters into his own hands if you didn't tell Ace here and now.

Everything inside of you was fighting against it. He wouldn't like you back. This would hurt. Everyone would laugh at you for weeks. You tried thinking about it like a band aid, it needed to be ripped off swiftly to avoid long stretched pain. It was also the most dignified way to make it public.

"Thank you for taking care of me, but I am not sick. I just..." your voice is being a coward again, but you press on while Ace is waiting patiently. "I was just really stressed and nervous today because I.." your throat was dry and it felt like your heart was besting sk hard that it was shaking your whole body.

"I love you" you whisper. And add "I'm sorry".

Ace didn't flinch or look surprised.

"I know" he whispered back. "Don't ever be sorry for your feelings. And don't be afraid. You know it pays to be brave sometimes." His low voice was hard to understand over the beating of your heart. You felt his hot breath on your hear as he moved closer and planted a soft kiss on your hair. His hand moved to stroke the side of your face with his fingers.

"I love you, too. And I am proud that you told me first." He said softly while his fingers moved underneath your chin to lift your head up.

"I'm just afraid I'm not a great kisser." He said, chuckling.

"Me neither" you answer.

Still, just feeling his lips on yours for the first time was the greatest thing ever.

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#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #portgas ace x you #ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #ace x y/n #portgas d ace #ace x you #one piece fanfic #one piece ace #gender neutral reader

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Nadia’s Mehndi

A fluffy little drabble of my apprentice doing Nadia’s henna. I wanted it to come off naturally, but I’m not in the mood to edit it right now 😭😭, so I’ll just hope and pray it comes off nicely and there are no errors. 💕🙏

The Countess spared no expense treating her lover with the loveliest of delicacies as gifts. Alas, her lover was a simple woman who distinctly cherished the one thing money could not buy — her time.

Nadia was a symbol of grace and resilience. She often reminded Taduki of gorgeous sculptures of women, the epitome of beauty. Though she found that, regardless of what she looked like, she would love her all the same, which is why she wanted to decorate her with a special treatment.

She presented her love with a modest, cone-shaped tube of Henna in the palace gardens.

“Oh, my! I haven’t seen this for quite some time.” Nadia smiled. She sighed and rubbed her temple, “My sisters used to draw on themselves for hours. It was at its worst when they insisted on collaborating on my body… But I do have fonder memories of this, my dear.”

Taduki cut off the end of the tube with a pocket knife and placed the tip of the henna on her love’s arm. She hummed and asked, “Would you tell me?”

Nadia watched her fluffed up curly mess of hair move around while she worked. She let out a giggle and said, “Sure.” She had it done during her wedding with Count Lucio. Yes, it was customary in Prakra, but she also saw it as a testament to the first step in her new life.

She stopped herself. “Darling?”

“Mhm?”

“Where did you learn to do Mehndi? During your travels?”

“Yeah”, Taduki replied. “We did performances and stuff, but not everyone was looking for a show. It actually started because I saw this super bored kid and I offered to draw something on him. It spiraled into a service after that.” She laughed.

Nadia planted a sneaky kiss on her forehead. Taduki looked up and grinned, then asked suddenly, “Say, Nadi? Why do you call it Mehndi?”

Nadia subconsciously played with her lover’s coily black hair in thought. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow. “Is that not what it’s called?”

“I call it henna”, Taduki returned to her work. “I’ve heard people call it Mehndi before, but I have no idea why! It’s just so different.” She squinted.

Nadia sat back on the edge of the fountain, careful not to move her arm. She looked at the sky in thought and inquired, “Henna comes from the henna plant” — she stopped herself. “Wait, no. It’s the other way around! Henna is the plant itself.”

“Yeah, and then Mehndi is the brown stuff.”

“Oh, goodness. Well, when you put it like that—.” Nadia hid a disgraceful snort behind her hand.

Taduki shoved her and laughed. “Do you remember—.” She interrupted herself with a cackle and a wheeze. Nadia gently held her arm, a big grin still stretched over her face, and laughed, “Stop that! You’ll hurt yourself!” Taduki held her stomach and hiccuped. She wearily fanned herself and continued, “The dinner at Vlastomil’s…”

Nadia let out a raucous laugh and clasped her hands together. “Yes! Yes, I do!” She nodded.

“Ewww!”, Taduki recalled herself saying out loud. She wheezed and rolled onto the grass, still shaking with laughter. Nadia followed her and fanned herself off before holding her. She waited for her lover to calm down and catch her breath, but by the time she did, she must have been half-conscious. She took a deep breath in and out. “Never let me tell a joke ever again, please”, she groaned.

Nadia smiled and pat her stomach. She hummed, “I’d miss you.”

Taduki wearily looked into her eyes and hummed back, “Me too.”

Nadia’s shoulders shook and she mouthed, “What?”, before shaking her head and leaving it be. She sighed dreamily and stared into her eyes.

The grass made for a soft cushion and their eyes were starting to droop. Their bed was neatly made in the palace, but they drifted further and further into their sleep, for it did not matter where they were or that one’s mehndi was smeared. They were safe, and they were together.

#vesuvia weekly #where did you learn that #the arcana game #nadia satrinava #the arcana hc #the arcana a mystic romance #the arcana fanfic #henna #mehndi #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #fluff #the arcana fluff #the arcana mc #nadia x mc #nadia x apprentice #countess nadia #no beta we die like men

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lettingtimepass · 1 year

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I WAS AT THE NERDY PRUDES SHOW WHERE THEY LOST POWER!!!

Here is my spoiler-free recounting!

After over a decade of being a Starkid fan, I traveled 3,000 miles to see Nerdy Prudes!! (The date just happened to align with a trip I was planning.) It was so surreal being in the theater! I saw Producer!Dylan and Corey L. running around with their headsets. Then right before the show started I saw Joe Moses and Tessa walk in. Also two rows ahead of me was someone in a Spiderman hat... I was like... Is that Nick Lang? No... why would he be in the middle of the audience? Later I found out I was right 😂

For context, it was raining really hard in LA and the streets were flooding. LA is not used to rain so they're not well equipped to deal with it.

Act 1 went great and then shortly after Act 2 started, BAM, the lights went off. Everyone froze. The person in the light booth said "We've just lost power." Then, Nick Lang stood up and said, "It's going to be okay everyone, we'll figure this out." And he left to help the staff. But for a good minute or so the entire audience thought it was a bit and couldn't tell if this was part of the show or not! But after a few minutes we were like holy shit this is actually happening. It took maybe half an hour or so but we were back up and running and everyone was so hype cheering on the actors when they came back on stage.

Then, during the final song, on what sounded like the final NOTE, the lights went off again. You could hear a reaction from the actors-- I can't imagine how upset they must have been in that moment! But the entire audience erupted in cheers and instantly gave a standing ovation. After the crowd calmed down a bit Nick came back out and was like "Yeah...... That actually wasn't the ending. There are two minutes left." And we freaked out 😂 They had us wait for a few minutes, but then they decided to call it. In the words of Nick, "You're the lucky audience who gets to see this show with a happy ending!" 😳😳 So yeah - I still don't know the ending. I'm going to have to buy the digital ticket so I can see the ending and also get the full experience uninterrupted. I can't wait for the YouTube version!

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT - Updated!

I think everyone's favorite part was the LORDS IN FREAKING BLACK!!! AHHHHH!!! JON AS HUMAN!WIGGLY was perfect! Also was he giving Onceler/TumblrSexyMan energy? 🤔 Can't wait to see how it looks on the YouTube version!

I loved Jon's anime nerd character. It was so damn good. The collective "Nooooooo" when the audience realized his death was imminent 😭😂

The parallels between Abstinace Camp and NPMD are very fun to me. "IT WAS GIRL JERI THAT DIRTY GIRL!"

DIRTY DIRTY GIRL WON'T YOU PRAY FOR MEEE?

Max's pronunciation of "skel-a-in" 😭 I need the story of how he decided on that or if it was written into the script?!

The Barbeque Monologues?! And that song? Jeff Blim pls. Lauren is a master through.

Someone pointed out that all the Hatchetfield shows have in-world productions: Working Boys, Santa Clause is Going to High School, and The Barbeque Monologues. Idk what this means, but it is a nice touch for worldbuilding.

The little musical reference to Nightmare time!!

I keep thinking about how Rob M fumbled the Starkid bag 😬 But Joey did such a great job as Pete! For some reason it feels like a full-circle moment between MAMD and "Joey Richter" with him playing the nerdy character 😊

Anglea was freaking fantastic as Grace. I just love her voice and how she makes it go so high it cracks! And Curt and Kim playing her parents was so good.

There's something so funny about Angela's characters being so different - Lex vs Grace - and the fact that they would hate each other 😂 Can Angela please play both of them interacting?!

Kim freaking Whalen!!!! I love her so much.

I LOVE seeing Corey and Mariah playing father and daughter again (but it's a very different dynamic than TGWDLM).

LOVE LOVE LOVE evil/slimly dirtbag Corey. HE'S SO FINE!!

I missed seeing Jeff and James on stage - I wonder if Jeff's chaotic energy would have been too much with the horny teenagers hahaha. But James would have fit right in! Oh well, we can't have them all in every show, unfortunately.

Gotta say I didn't expect them to say "Nerdy Prudes Must Die" so many times in the show 😂

The last song having pop-punk vibes?!

Anddd...... the last scene...... (yes I finally got to see it!) GRACE KEPT THE BOOK!!! Did she say "every perv must die"? Yeah, that's gonna be a lot of people on her list... Also very similar to the end of Abstinence Camp! This isn't going to go well.......

#NPMD #Nerdy Prudes Must Die #Nerdy Prudes #Nerdy Prudes Must Die Spoilers #Team Starkid #Starkid #hatchetfield

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reilkk · 1 year

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”I left while loving you. ”

Ayato x fem reader

Genre : angst

Excuse my grammar😭

"Ayato!" The girl called him while walking towards him. I mean she knew he was busy thats why she planned to make freshed brownies for him.

She opens the door to his office and he just gives her a glance before going back to work.

The girl smiles before saying "I know you were busy so I made some brownies for you! "

"Thank you (name), Just put it on my desk" the boy added which the girl did

And added another "I hope you like it it was my grandmas recipe" she smiled

"Are you free later? " she asked and the boy replied with "No I'm not I have alot of paperworks to do. "

The girl nodded " how about tomorrow? " she asked.

"I'm really not sure love. "

Oh.

God that sweet word that had her coming back to him.

Love.

It was quite confusing how he would never talk to her for days and call her that, how he called her such endearing nicknames but never really made the effort or even the tone of his voice sound nice, how he didn't even plan on doing or saying something that sounds or acts like genuine love.

One that doesn't feel forced.

"I'm really busy here do you need anything? " he said which the girl replied with "no, no I'll just leave. "

He just nodded and the girl made her way through the door

how sweet.

Tomorrow passed and the girl came back to his office

"Ayato... Are you busy? " the girl asked wishing he wasn't.

But oh it was obvious he was. With the papers scrambled on his table, but she wished she prayed there would be one chance you weren't and was just finishing

But felt disappointed at the boys reply.

"I really am love I'm sorry."

Fool. Why would you think he wasn't I mean you knew what would happen if you loved such busy man.

You knew it wasn't his fault but the way your heart reacts hurts

None was his fault. You thought

Few hours gone by and you found yourself in a beautiful place.

Full of flowers. And the gold hour made no exceptions

It was sure pretty.

You were walking around when you found a couple there, kissing and laughing around

There was a cloth where they sat below and a basket of foods which you guess they were in a picnic, it was cute really really cute.

But you just can't help but feel so jealous. How they held hands, and talked

God how you wished you and Ayato could be in that position someday.

No problema to think of.

Just love.

But you were a delusional one weren't you?

It really seems impossible with the amount of work he was doing. You tried to tell him to take a break but he just never can't. You were worried but he just brushed it as overreacting.

You wished he would look at you the same way the boy looked at the girl.

Full of love. No spaces for regret

But how?, you really tried this time didn't you?

It seems you guys were just never meant to be.

This happened since you guys dated.

1 year and 3 months.

You hoped for another choice, but what other choice?

No matter how much you loved him he just could never show it back.

You tried to fix it but how? You can never handle a relationship if one doesn't try right?

Everyday in your shared home you waited for him to atleast join you for dinner. But he never could

You would fall asleep no matter how how hard you tried to stay awake because you wanted to welcome him.

But the same thing happens everyday you eat dinner without him. And eat breakfast without him

Its a cycle that could never stop

So you thought why be in a relationship when he didn't love you at all?

You felt sad, broken and guilty, after all you loved him so much, you just couldn't handle his ignorance

You couldn't handle facing him while saying everything you wanted to.

So you did what you wanted.

You left a note. You took all your things and left the house.

With nothing but a note.

Imagine his confusion when he came to your shared bedroom and found you were nowhere to be seen?

He looked for you everywhere. But once he checked the closet he saw a note.

He sat on the bed and read it.

Dear Ayato.

If you found this note please read it.

There has to been times when I would crave and beg for your attention but you just could never seem to give it. I know your busy and its not your fault but mine. I really missed you, because the times you missed dinner with me, the times you cancelled our plans because you were busy, I hope you really knew I felt broken. And now I realised I could never be more important then your work, I was never your priority but a person to come home too, never the love of your life but rather a person who cooks meals and sweets for you, nothing more to than a person who says I love you, I really love you Ayato but I think it should be better if we split apart. I'm sorry I couldn't say this infront of you. Face to face. I was just afraid I would ruin my words and go back to you, I was scared I would cry infront of you. I love you Ayato more then you know. But I sometimes stare at the ceiling of our room and wonder if you ever did love me. So I'm writing this to you

We're over Ayato. I have left our home before you came back

-Your beloved (name).

It has been months after you left him with nothing but a letter, you sometimes wonder if he cried himself to sleep that night, or if he even looked for you. You knew he did none if that. But oh were you wrong

You didn't witness Ayato panicking and looking for you all around inazuma.

You didn't see him falling to his knees realizing you were nowwheree to be found.

You didn't see him screaming at his workers to find where you are

You didn't see him buy your favorite teddy bear because you took it with you

You didn't see him put your picture in his desk.

You didn't see him cry to himself to sleep

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he didn't take the extra work

Would he be able to convince you to come back too him?

He loved you, he really did.

But god he was afraid of showing it

You loved him too so much you forgot about your own health.

And now did he realize that if only he treasured every moment with you.

And now Did you realize that you didn't really move on from him, that he was the only one you loved

But how can you do that? He doesn't even care about you, you thought

He wanted to find you and kiss you one last time. How?, you probably hate him from now on.

But he never realized that you never fell out of love.

Just because you left doesn't mean you lost any feelings for him.

SORRY FOR BAD GRAMMAR BYE

#aot #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #ayato #ayato x reader #ayato angst

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charmedreincarnation · 11 months

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to the last anon, how i wish i had the same problem as yours😭 i’m not ridiculing you at all. I’m so happy that you entered the void and i hope after charm’s answer you realise how fun it is to be, where you are. You can be anywhere, everywhere. (totally didn’t steal that from a movie lol)

If you end up seeing it, and if you don’t mind, can you tell us how did you tap in?

I know it’s useless to vent and i know no one can physically do it for me. I know only i have the power to change my life. I promise you if you were to quiz me im your A plus student on paper. All my life i have been that. When it comes to practical things, i am terrified. I won’t go into my story but charm, how do i explain to you that i know everything there is to know. I truly believe that if i desire something then i’m meant to have it.

I don’t want to sound corny but i have always prayed to God asking for a “do-over” because the mistakes i made were hella silly but drastically changed my life and mind you, i used to specify the fact that i don’t want to start a new chapter in this book. I actually, truly want like a “new book” if it makes any sense. I want to be a drastically different person. I always prayed for it even though i knew just how crazy and illogical it sounded (if i were to tell anyone about it)

And guess what? i found out about the void. I couldn’t believe my eyes. God listened to me. I have the ingredients now. I can’t beg him to bake the cake for me. I want to do it myself but i genuinely wonder why i haven’t been able to tap in yet. (I have been “seriously” trying countless times, i persist in the knowing i’m here for a reason and i’m meant to have my dream life) I know anything is possible.

Coming to my technical issue:

I affirm, focus on my breathing. I feel the symptoms. I get this intense pressure around my third eye. I feel like i’m floating, my head is spinning. I twitch a little (not a lot, i used to, but luckily i manifested them away) Sometimes i visualise i’m in the water, floating. When that doesn’t help or gets distracting, i just focus on the black in my eyes. I get to this stage and i think i know i am already in but i never am. I persist at least for an hour but nothing.

(This was my spiral era that used to happen a lot. I don’t do this anymore)

I think after the one hour mark, i get impatient i’ll be honest. I feel beaten because i did “everything” right so why didn’t i make it. I spiral. I get myself together and try again. I remind myself i’m god and again, I get to the symptoms part and i just stay there. Like i am stuck on the same floor and can’t make it to the rooftop (if i were to explain this in layman’s terms)

I cannot go on like this anymore. I can’t wake up in the same bed tomorrow. I don’t want to. I know i am not doing anything wrong when i attempt for the void. What do i do😔

You’re doing everything right, but I’ve learned that even better than discipline is just natural fulfillment . I actually changed my mind when I say discipline is better than motivation. I still agree with that statement but even better than that is just feeling happy doing what you do. No one is forcing you to meditate for hours if it just makes you angry by the end of it. I also personally hate meditations and only do it for basic breathing practices, but I have stuck to intention, daydreaming, and scripting, and trying other methods out of curiosity, such as the void.

But babe, It should feel natural and not forced. You shouldn’t be doing anything you wouldn’t be doing if you didn’t know about the law. You’re just reminding yourself you’re trying to get something which isn’t the goal. you just want to feel what it would be like to have those desires and receiving it in the 3D is a nice bonus :)) go back to the beginning, start from there and then apply the law. You should feel free, or (maybe feel “apathetic”, it’s different from everyone.) but if you’re feeling stress it’s because you’re doing what you think you should be doing, not what you want to do. You understand the law which you emphasized so you know you’re okay and everything is yours. Why would you give yourself stress knowing that and knowing anything you do (even if that’s nothing if you so desire) will work out in your favor.

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #my asks

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if it would be okay to request Jack The Ripper and his future SO meeting for the first time and like, them feeling love at first sight? I think that is so cute to think about 😭🤍 and thank you sm sm, hope you're having an amazing day!

That Color - Jack the Ripper

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notes - PLEASE DUDE AHHHHH OMFG THIS WAS SO WORTH IT TO WRITE!! Thank you so so so so much for the Jack brainrot you have provided me lmaoooo literally I HAVE to make a part 2 for this because it NEEDS one!!!!! Thanks for the request and please please please enjoy <3333

word count - 1,197

You were bored of London. The streets were messy and everyone was the same. You were wanting a new life, but everyone around you was stuck in their old ways. It was getting tiresome for you.

But your biggest problem in these god awful streets was courting. You could never find a man that didn't bore you. You would either get whistles from older men on the street or dates with boys who would tell you about their fathers business that they wanted to take up next. You would sit and nod with a smile on your face, but you would always be praying in your head for the waiter to bring the check already.

Nobody was exciting anymore, they were all just copy and pastes of one another, so simply, you gave up.

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"Good morning!" Your sister knocked on the side of your door loudly and you squinted your eyes tightly shut when she pulled open the curtains, letting the bright morning light in. "Wake up sleepy head! You don't want to be in that gross old bed all day, do you?"

You groaned and turned over, pulling your blanket over your head.

Your sister shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't want you staying in bed all day. I'm going to be cleaning the house today, so could you at least go on a walk?" She pulled the covers off of you and you gave her a very pouty look.

"Oh, come on, y/n! You know you can't stay there all day. How about you get your favorite dress on and go to the field."

You hesitated, but admitted that it didn't sound half bad. "Fine. But don't you dare try to set me up with another boring boy." You fake gagged at the thought and your sister rolled her eyes.

"y/n, there are many nice boys I meet at the market! Please just let me try to find the right one for you!"

"No way!" You didn't even think there was a right boy for you in this place. "If there's one out there for me, I'll find him on my own."

You threw on your favorite corset and dress and quickly ran out of the house before your sister could pack anymore boyfriend bullshit on your shoulders.

You cursed under your breath when you stepped outside seeing that it was raining. Stupid London.

You scoffed and turned back inside for an umbrella. God, you hated this awful town. You wanted nothing more than to run away to somewhere different and you didn't care where that was.

The walk was drab, as always. People trying to hoot and holler at you from the pub and other women making fun of your appearance. You ignored them though and walked to the only place that made you feel like you belonged.

Through a very eerie forest, there was a field you found. Green and lush and most of all, empty.

You smiled when you reached the field, leaving your umbrella and shoes to dance alone in the rain before falling back in the grass. You didn't mind that your dress was sopping wet, it could wash. Being this free was rare for you, so it didn't really matter.

You smiled at the cloudy sky before sitting up and looking off to the distance. That's when you found something new.

You tilted your head and stood up, walking towards the figure in the middle of the field. You had never seen anyone here before, so you had to admit, you were definitely curious.

As you got closer, you saw a man who was staring up at the clouds, letting the rain soak his face. He held a hat to his chest and was smiling.

"Hello?" You were merely 20ft away from the man, but still jumped a little when he turned to you, shock painting your face a bit.

He was stunning. He was skinny and tall and wore dark colors. He didn't look like anyone in London you had met before. You thought you were dreaming, so you pinched your own hand and were very much not dreaming.

"Oh, my apologies," the man bowed before standing back to his full height and putting his hat back on his head. "I didn't mean to startle you, dear."

"You didn't." You voice sounded like a little mouse. Whoever you were looking at felt... different than the others you had met before.

The man walked forward and stuck his hand out to you. "Jack. My name is Jack. What's yours, love?"

You looked up at the man and shook his hand. He had a monocle over one of his eyes that didn't even show his eye, it was covered with what looked like gears.

"y/n." You couldn't stop staring at this man. He looked like something out of a dream.

"That's a beautiful name." Jack smiled, making your cheeks heat.

Jesus, what's wrong with me, you thought. I'm not supposed to feel this way about a some... some... man?

"Might I ask why you're all the way out here, my dear?" Jack asked you, tilting his head. "It's not safe out here for a girl like you, don't you think."

"I go here all the time. I'm very safe. Safer here than out there." You pointed to London and crossed your arms.

"You're a tough one, aren't you, love?" Jack looked at you like no other man had. He looked at you liked he believed you, like he knew you could take care of yourself.

"I am." You giggled, sitting down in the grass, letting the rain coat you.

"You'll get a cold." Jack whispered, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you.

"Are you real?" You chuckled, gladly taking the jacket.

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. Oh, you weren't going to be forgetting that laugh anytime soon.

"You're like... the man from my dreams."

Jack's one eye that showed widened. "I-I don't think I know what you mean."

"We've only known each other for a couple of moments, but.... You have already proven you're something different. You're like the pretty boys from my books." You laughed just at the thought of it.

Jack slowly took off his monocle, revealing a bright red eye that shocked you a bit. His eyes were stunning. This had to be a dream.

Jack gasped quietly. That color, he thought, looking at the bright golden yellow aura that poured off of you. It couldn't be...

After everything Jack had been through, hate, fake love, etc.... you, this random girl who he had met in the middle of the field, had let off the brightest, most beautiful color he had ever seen in his life.

"Will I see you again, my dear?" Jack took your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

"I hope so, Jack. I really hope so."

"I'll be back," he whispered, putting his monocle back on. "That, I can promise you."

And just like that, he was gone.

You were already in love and knew you weren't going to fall out for a long time.

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raestarz · 11 months

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Rookie Hour

Chapter One - Welcome to Raccoon City.

A/N: Gonna keep it real I haven’t written in years since the days of Wattpad but I’m trying to adapt😭 Kyaire is very much black and I love her with all my heart :)

Ty @neteyamsmunch for inspiring me to post something that I already wrote😭

Word count: 1.6 k

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It was raining, but honestly what was new? I was walking down the road after buying some blunts. I see a cop car pull up to the side of the road where I was and roll down the passenger window. It was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat, she was pretty with brown hair and blue eyes and the man that was driving was, well he was handsome…Not like a runway model type handsome or something you see in a porno magazine. But, like..he was a pretty boy handsome. I already noticed his blonde hair and blue eyes. Shit. He looked so…like he knew nothing. Well this shithole was gonna hit him right in the face. After a couple of moments of the pair looking back at me and me looking back at them, “Can I help you two…? Or do you guys just always stare at random people?” I ask sort of annoyed. I was already having a shitty day, I didn't need to have two shitty tourists bothering me as well.

The man cleared his throat, “I just…wanted to say I think you should hop in there’s…some pretty dangerous stuff going on around here.” I laughed at his response, “Yeah, like what?” I ask getting closer to their car and smirking. The woman cuts in tired and impatient, “Look, there’s some damn monsters back there where we just came from, eat your face type. I think you might wanna cut the snippy attitude and get in.” I roll my eyes and groan under my breath, “Fine.” I mutter and get into the back seat of the car near the drivers’ side incase, this man was clinically insane. Like, you guys have seen shit like that right? Bro, might crash the fucking car on purpose. Closing the door behind me, I cross my arms and sit back, kind of happy that I’m in a dry area. “Nice to meet you both, welcome to Hell.” I state plainly as the man starts to drive toward the city. The woman laughed softly as I made my comment, “It can’t be that bad,” I snort at her hopefulness.

“It can be indeed.” I respond and sit back. We all sat in amazing silence for a couple of minutes. The woman looks back worried about something, before she finally speaks, “What the hell is going on?” He looks back for a moment as well before responding, “I don’t know…Hopefully they’ll have some answers at the police station.” This peaks my interest and I sit forward, “Wait, you're a cop?” The man takes a breath, “Yeah, Leon Kennedy. You are…?” The woman responds first enthusiastically for some damn reason, I don’t understand how she could if this dire situation is…Real. “Claire ─ Claire Redfield.” She sits back, still looking around worried causing me to start to be a little fucking worried too, these two seem too damn calm about this shit. Claire looks back at me, as if she’s expecting me to introduce myself as well, “I’m Kyaire ─ Kyaire Birkin.” Leon nods in acknowledgement of the names, “So uh…either of you live around here?” I smirk, “Isn’t it obvious I live around here?” I ask sarcastically.

Claire interjects, “No, looking for my brother. He’s a cop, too.” Leon looks at Claire with a soft smile, “Well, it’s a good thing we found each other then. I don’t know what to expect anymore…” Leon finally looked a little damn shaken up and I looked out the window, spotting the “Welcome to Raccoon City; Home of Umbrella.” I scoff at how ironic it would be if my adoptee parents were somehow involved in this epidemic.

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The three of us finally get into the city, and holy fucking shit it looks like Hell. Cars crashed, bodies piled up, random things burning, I gasp softly thinking of Sherry who my adoptee parents stupidly left at fucking home. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I grab my head thinking, praying I can find my little sister in this mess. I hear an announcement over the intercoms in the city, “Attention all citizens: Due to the citywide outbreak, you are advised to take shelter at the Raccoon City police station.” I take in more of the surroundings as we pass by, just more crashed cars and of course rain, this shit is never ending… I start to drown out the emergency announcement and I hear Leon and Claire talking but I’m so focused thinking about Sherry and how worried I am about her. I take a breath, she’s a smart kid, hopefully she was smart enough to stay home. I finally hear their voices back in focus hearing Claire’s doubtful voice, “Yeah, but what if we’re the only ones? What if there’s no survivors ─” Leon immediately interrupts her, his voice stern but hopeful the complete opposite of Claire, “No. There’s survivors. It’s a big city…there has to be.”

I lean forward and say, “There’s definitely survivors, these people are like roaches, never dying.” Leon nods toward me, “See even the emo kid, has some hope so you should too Claire.” Claire grimaces slightly and sits back, we reach a blockade that blocks the rest of traffic and Leon clicks the car into park, “Looks like we’re walking from here.” I look out the window and see two literal human fucking beings chewing into another one, I bite back a fucking SCREAM. Because what in the literal fuck, I guess Claire notices my look of panic, and matches it as she looks at the scene I’m witnessing as well. The pair of zombies look in our direction, “More like running.” I state plainly. Leon turns his head and sees the scene, “Yeah, good call.” He mutters. Zombie’s pop up and jump on the windows, scaring the shit out of all of us, Claire yells, “Jesus Christ!” And leans back from the window and I let out a small scream from zombies showing up even more, fuck this is like Night of the Living dead, “Leon! We gotta back up!” I shout, Leon responds with a right, and puts the gear in reverse. I turn back and see lights behind us, “Holy fucking shit!” I shout, and Claire whips her head around and sees exactly what I see, a big ass FUCKING truck approaching us looking as if it wasn’t gonna stop, Leon eventually turns and looks as well, muttering, “Holy shit!” I kind of snort at his response. Leon acts quickly, “Guys get out! Get out NOW!” We all start pushing on the doors to get out of the police car, it quickly becoming a death trap other than a safe haven. The zombies pushing back against the doors, trying to get in and well obviously eat us alive. I start to panic somewhat, “I can’t!”

Leon looks back and shouts, “Hold on!” I quickly grab onto the headrest of the driver's seat and whatever the hell else I can grab before this truck collides with us. The truck finally collides into us, which makes us collide into the barricade. The truck topples over, and we crash into the side of another car, I silently start to climb out of the car opening the backdoor of the car and see Leon open it as well, we both fall to the floor for a moment. Leon gets up quicker than me and grabs my hand lifting me up, “C’mon we gotta go…” We both start to limp away from the crashed police car as soon as we get far enough it explodes, Leon covering the both of us with his arm, “Woah!” He gasps and looks down at me as we both stand up straight, “You okay?” I nod silently and Leon looks over, he gasps, “Oh no.” I look over as well and we both try to run away from the nearly ready to explode truck. And the truck explodes knocking Leon into a nearby car and me further back onto the street, “Fuck.” I grunt and get up slowly then Leon runs to me and softly pulls me to my feet despite his own self grunting in pain from the explosion.

Leon looks around the fire and I notice Claire isn’t with us, Leon does as well, “CLAIRE!” He steps forward looking around the fire, blinking through the rain. I grip my side and look around the fire as well, feeling unable to speak, just too out of breath, Leon continues to yell through the fire, “CLAIRE, YOU OK!?” I sigh, starting to think she’s dead until she responds, “YEAH! I’M ALRIGHT! HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS!?” I look around seeing zombies come out through the fire and I nudge Leon pointing, “Hey, rookie.” Leon seethes in annoyance from the zombies popping up, “WE CAN’T STAY HERE! IT’S NOT SAFE!” Claire seems to acknowledge his response, “GO ON AHEAD! I’LL MEET YOU GUYS AT THE STATION!” I huff and respond, “WE’LL BE THERE!” I glance at Leon and see him pull out his handgun shooting two zombies in the head so we can get around and run to the station.

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We finally get to that station, I run in first and Leon runs in behind me. I'm panting out of breath as Leon takes both hands to close the gate sliding the bar into the lock position. The zombies bang on the gate, I stop panting and full stand up turning toward the huge police station in front of us “Kyaire, are you ok…?” Leon asks, putting a hand on my shoulder, I nod. “Are you?” I ask, giving him a once over making sure he isn’t broken, he nods back giving me a small smile. Well fuck, his smile could light up a room and it’s only a small one. I turn away from Leon and look back to the station.

Fuck…I can tell this is gonna be a long night.

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