#yes I use she/her pronouns for Skip because she’s female to me
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Infinity
Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader
Part 3 | my world
Warnings | death , depictions of blood , jealousy , executions
Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^
Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
Infinity Masterlist
year 1102 AD
GOJO SHIRO got to meet y/n's friends that day. And to say the least, he wasn't impressed. He came to meet with them almost everyday after that for four months straight. But no matter how much he hung with them... he didn't care for them a single bit. And to be honest, they seemed to like bullying y/n more than actually playing fun games. Hell, during a simple game of hide-n-seek where y/n was the seeker her so called friends tried to get him to ditch her while she counted.
"Come on, come on! We have a lot of cool stuff to show you, Shiro!"
"What about y/n? She's still counting."
One of the girls snickered unto her palm, "that dummy can't even count to two. Last time she was the seeker, she was literally there counting for a whole five minutes!"
Gojo frowned, "its not her fault she can't count as good as you or me-"
"Duh, that's because she's stupid and poor! We only let her play with us cause her mom bakes us sweets from time to time, but even that is starting to not even be worth it," a boy of the group piped up this time.
And the others joined in.
And Gojo had enough of it, "be quiet already. Who gave you all permission to cut me off?"
The laughter was quick to die down and one of the girls was quick to speak up, hurt laced in her voice.
"Come on, Shiro. We're just having fun, and we didn't mean to cut you off while you were talking. So how about we go and-"
"I said to be quiet, or are you peasants too stupid to understand an order from your future lord?"
The girl said nothing else as Gojo crossed his arms over his chest, "also, you all will refer to me as Lord Gojo from now on because last time I checked I only ever gave Y/n permission to call me Shiro. The only reason why I let you all call me Shiro when we first met four months ago was because you all seemed to be friends with y/n. Though, it looks like I was wrong."
Gojo looked away from the other children and focused his piercing blue eyes onto y/n's figure. She was covering her eyes with her arms, head pressed into the tree's trunk as she hunched over a little and still continued to count. The sight made him smile a little before his face hardened when he turned a glare back onto the group.
"Now that I made that clear, I don't want any of you to speak to me or to y/n again. Understand?"
No one spoke up so he activated his cursed technique. A blue wave seeming to coat around him as he took a step towards them.
"Do. You. Understand?"
"Y- yes, Lord Gojo!"
They seemed to yell in unison as they scurried off to who knows where and frankly, he didn't care. All that mattered to him now was that he would get to be with y/n without the extra tagalongs. Honeslty, he wished he did that four months ago right at the moment he met those other kids. But alas, he didn't want to scare y/n away.
So, smiling happily and skipping over to the still counting girl. He had tackled her into a hug from behind. His arms gently wrapping around her waist as he roughly pulled her against him. Her back pressing snuggly into his chest.
Goodness he wished they were older. He wished they were married. He wished they were already together and living happily in his big estate.
But that would have to wait. For now, he was content with being a very touchy and huggy friend.
"Wha- hey! S- Shiro! What are you doing?! You're supposed to be hiding!"
She whined and pouted and hit at his arms as he spun her around in his embrace.
"No way! Hiding is so boring! Hugging you seems way more fun!"
She whined again and turned in his grasp. Her face tilting up as she tried to glare at him, but to Gojo she just looked too cute while trying to be angry. It made him want to pinch her cheeks which was exactly what he did when he let her go.
"Uwahhh! Shiroooo!"
He couldn't help but to laugh and when he finally let go of her chubby cheeks, she started to laugh too. The both of them shoving and pushing at each other until they were falling to the ground and having fun.
Gojo feverishly wished he had this back in his first life. Wished he found her sooner back then. But this would do. He could be content with this.
And as night fell, the two would wander around the city until they came upon a lake. Gojo childishly pushing her as she would fall to the ground on her back and he would follow. The two smiling at one another as the dark sky and stars and moon hung above them.
"You know Shiro.."
"Hmm?"
He turned on his side and propped up on his elbow. His cheek resting in his hand.
"You remind me of the moon!"
"The moon," he questioned, "but what of the sun! Thats much brighter!"
She shook her head, "mm, at first you were the sun.. someone I couldn't even look at without getting blinded, but..," she grinned and lunged for him. Her arms wrapping around his neck as she tackled him into a hug, "but when I got to know you over these past few months I realized you were more like the moon! Still untouchable and impossible to reach, but someone I can look at and admire without getting blinded!"
He was surprised by the hug, her explanation, and the heat creeping up onto his face. His arms were quick to encircle her waist as he hugged her back.
"Well.. if I'm the moon then you can be the earth!"
"Huh?! Why am I the earth all the sudden?!"
She pouted as she looked at him and he couldn't stop his grin from forming, "cause i want you to be the world i revolve around forever and ever!"
She let his words sink in before giggling, the two resuming their playful pushing, shoving, and tickling as they rolled on the ground like two kids rough-housing.
"Ok! You can be my moon and I can your world! Deal?"
"Deal!"
Yeah, Gojo wanted this to last.
However, he realized his mistake a bit too late. Because in the next few days. She would be gone.
Well, he didn't realize she was gone at first. In fact, that next morning he woke up on the good side of the bed. He was smiling and thinking of yesterday where it was just him and y/n and no other kids ruining their moments together.
"Are you going out again young lord?"
Urumei asked him like she always did, she was, of course, his retainer. When she first took on the job, she thought it would be hard watching over the young lord since he had the six eyes and the biggest ego to boot. However, overtime she noticed that once you leave the young lord alone and let him go on about his business - he is actually quite easy to handle.
"Indeed!"
Urumei smiled politely, "are you going to see y/n again?"
"As always."
Urumei bowed, "with all due respect, young lord, but why don't you bring her to the estate?"
Gojo seemed to pause as his eyes flicked over to Urumei. The retainer internally panicking as she wondered if she overstepped her bounds.
But her panic was soon eased away as Gojo clapped his hands together. A bright smile overtaking his features, "thats a great idea! I could bring her here, let her bathe properly, get her dressed in a fine kimono too, and maybe she could even stay the night!"
Gojo was estactic as he rushed out of the compound, "see you later, Urumei!"
As he ran along the streets, he easily spotted the girl he was looking for.
"Y/n!"
Turning to the sound of her name, she immediately dropped what she was doing and ran to him. Her arm coming up high into the air as she waved to him, "hiiiiii Shiiiiiirrroooooo!"
She drawled out his name, a habit she started to do everytime she would greet him in the mornings when they were still far from each other. And it was a habit Shiro cherished greatly.
Coming up fast, he immediately engulfed her into his arms. Honestly, holding her so close was starting to get addictive.
And when he brought her in, she was already laughing when he spun them around. Many of the onlookers could only chuckle at the cute display before going on about their business. I mean, the twelve year old was still the next head of the Gojo clan and the next lord of the land. Of course no one would dare interrupt them.
After a for more seconds, he had finally set her down. Her smile to on her face as she seemed to get shy all of a sudden. His six eyes quickly catching on to the change in demeanor.
"Oh? Getting shy again?"
He pouted, "and here i thought we were past all that.."
She panicked for a moment as she waved her hands in front of her, "its not that! It's just .. well ..," she kicked her bare foot against the ground. Ever since he met her, he took notice how she never worn any shoes and that she only had three kimonos that she went through on a cycle. He hated seeing her live in such a way, but he needed to become a lord first in and the clan's head if he hopped to marry her and give her the life and luxury she deserved.
"Well," he urged politely as they moved over to the side more so they weren't blocking the street.
"Today is my .. twelfth birthday and I was wondering .. if you would like to come to my house? Its ok if you don't want to of course, I tried to ask our other friends, but they all declined."
She looked at him for a response but froze internally when he had a blank look on his face. Ah- was i not supposed to ask him?! Were we not on a close enough friend level that I could ask him to come to my brithday?!
"Y/n," he pouted again, "why didn't you tell me today was going to be your birthday?! I would of gotten you something!"
She was quick to shake her head from side to side, "n- no! No way! You're my friend, i could never ask you to get me anything! Besides, I..I didn't befriend you cause I wanted you to get me things.. I- I befriended you cause I," she paused and smiled, "cause you looked lonely and needed a friend!"
An invisible arrow was aimed and shot precisely through his heart.
"Uwah, you're so sweet!"
He immediately glomped her and started to pinch her cheeks.
"Wha-?! Shiiiiroooo! Not in front of everyone!"
And just the like, bringing y/n to the estate was thrown out the window as he let her take control of the day and basically let her tug him around the whole city. Her eyes wide as she pointed at a various of things. Her laughter like music to his ears.
He even got to meet her mother at the end. She was a kind woman though she looked just as tired as her daughter on some days. Though, she still managed to smile and present them both with a cake from the shop she managed to run on her own.
And when the day came to an end, Gojo promised to see her tomorrow.
Though, tomorrow for y/n, he would soon learn, would never come.
The next day, he held a box in hand. In it was a perfectly crafted wooden comb with a pretty blue flower design etched onto it which he had bought last night on the way home in hopes of gifting it to y/n today. Granted, he knows she said she didn't want him to buy anything, but he couldn't help himself. He truly couldn't. He wanted to gift her the whole city (which he technically could one day once he becomes the lord of the land..).
"Young lord, off to see y/n again?"
"As always," Gojo replied as per usual.
Urumei grinned and nodded, "I was under the impression that you would bring her to the estate yesterday, why the change of heart, young lord?"
Gojo stopped and turned to the retainer, "well, yesterday was her birthday, so I decided to let her choose what she wanted to do today instead if dragging her to a place she's never been before."
Urumei chuckled and noted the small wooden box in his hands, "is that why you're gifting her that present?"
"Yep! She said she didn't want anything, but I couldn't help myself. Anyway, I'll see you later Urumei!"
"Of course, young lord. Be sure to have fun!"
"I will!"
Now as he walked the streets, box in hand, he noticed that she wasn't in their usual waiting spot. Which was odd. And as impatient as he is, Shiro decided to just head straight for her house which he had memorized the day prior.
Coming up to the house, he couldn't help but to get a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach as he saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the place. His eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. He threw the feeling away and told himself y/n will be just fine. Ill see her smiling at me like any other day.
Though as he ordered the throngs of people to move out of his way, he was instead met with a gruesome sight instead.
Four children, y/n's bullies, were being held tightly by two jujutsu sorcerers and in front of them was y/n. Stab wounds littering her body as she laid dead in a pool of her own blood. Her mother was crying loud as she cradled y/n's limp hand in her own grasp. Her tears flowing like a river.
The blood on the ground started to seep closer to him as if reaching out to him.
His shoes got stained red when he moved forward to get closer and as reality set in the same silent rage from his first life finally took over.
"What happened."
It was a question, but a demand.
One of the jujutsu sorcerers spoke first, "we got a report saying that a little girl was screaming and being attacked. We originally thought it was a cursed spirit, but found these four having killed the girl."
Gojo turned to y/n's mother who was still weeping. She must of heard the news and came rushing from work because from what he understood, y/n's mother always left early for work to start cooking at the bakery in the city. Which meant that y/n would be all alone. Perfect to be ambushed by these four.
His six eyes, brilliant, dangerous, and a heavy blue was finally directed at the four children.
"Why?"
He didn't need to ask, because he already knew. They most likely saw y/n as filth. Trash that shouldn't be anywhere near him. When were people going to learn to never cross him?
"We-"
"Silence. I changed my mind, I don't want to hear the excuses you four come up with. You two, let go of them."
The two sorcerers bowed and listened to Gojo immediately. The four twelve year old before him gaining a sort of hope in their eyes. But he wasn't having it as he raised his hands.
"Be grateful, your deaths will be quick."
And that was when realization dawned on them, but it was too late for them to run.
"Hollow purple."
It wasn't everyday the Gojo clan carried out public executions, but even so, no one dared ask why four twelve years died because of the murder of some no name girl.
And that night, after he and y/n's mother gave y/n a proper burial, Gojo Shiro promised to see her in the next life. He clutched the comb close to his chest.
He and y/n just had to be reincarnated again, right?
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Light My Fire | Chapter 6
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Plot: having lost everything you are drowned in depression, which had happened to you a year ago. Now you need to struggle with the apocalypse as well with no sparkle in your heart. But there is one man who can light your fire to live.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader
Word count: 2.4k
Pronouns: you, she/her
Warnings (the chapter is a whole red flag, I'm sorry): angst, just a bit of angry and fluffy Daryl, swearing, smoking (by reader), physical abuse towards the reader (but the abuser is punished), the reader finally goes nuts (and there's no wonder here), differences from the main plot may occur, bad English (not my first language).
A/N: I'm a bit struggling with writing currently, so I literally pushed myself to finish the chapter even with the ready dialogue from the episode. I hope I didn't mess it up so much. And I want to apologize ahead if I didn't add you to the taglist. I'm not good at being attentive to details, so please don't take it personally and don't hesitate to let me know if I accidentally skipped you <3.
Taglist: @your-shifting-gurl @bae-live-0 @richardsamboramylove55 @deansapplepie @snailss @denisecabrera @dreamtofus
You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling of Daryl’s tent. Another tough morning, but with less nausea and headaches, thank God. It seems like your physical and mental states are gradually returning to normal. But you still feel worn out and lost because of the emotional rollercoasters and the events causing them.
You were thinking about whether Merle is still alive or not, hoping for the best, of course. You were scared to see Daryl finding out his brother had been cuffed on the roof of the building full of walkers. And it seemed like only you were bothered by this situation. Everyone else seemed not to care at all. It was obvious the Dixons were not members of a blue-blood family, but it wasn’t a reason for the group to take justice into their own hands. It hurt you that Rick didn't understand your concerns. Sure, he didn’t. You couldn't tell him that the rednecks were the only ones who somehow cared about you because his wife and best friend were too busy with each other. Yes, it wasn’t like the brothers did everything for you, but it was way more than Shane did. Let’s be honest; he did nothing except ignore you.
You finally decided to get up, making your way to get breakfast near the campfire. Sitting alone, you caught different looks from the people in the group. You were ready for it and tried not to pay much attention. After the meal, you went back to Daryl’s tent to brew coffee and read a book. Thanks to Carol, who understood your state and let you have your deserved rest. You went a bit further from the tent to find some wood. You slowly walked, collecting sticks, trying to occupy your mind with your favorite songs you hummed when suddenly you heard Shane’s voice.
“Hey, baby girl. Why are you walking here alone?” you turned around and saw him getting closer to you.
“How long have you been following me?” you asked, keeping a poker face but at the same time feeling some unexplainable sense of danger crawling under your skin, making you shiver.
“I haven’t. Just was walking around,” the man chuckled and stood up too close to you. You knew every inch of this person, all his moves, gestures, tones of voice, look. But this was a different person. He wasn’t the Shane you used to know and love. Something had changed in him.
“Shane, what do you want?” you were trying to register every move of him that could signalize danger so you could fight or flee. Surely not freeze.
“Nothing. Just to talk,” Shane’s smile was slowly fading away.
“Don’t you think you should do this with Rick first?” suddenly you thought you would need to run away soon. You didn’t know why this thought came to you, and the absence of reasoning made your heart race.
“I do think I should do it with you only,” Shane’s voice sounded lower. You gulped but tried to do your best to stay cold.
“Ah, gotcha. No one is going to admit you both messed up and tell Rick how ‘faithful’ you are. Of course, he’ll beat the shit out of you. But why do this when there’s me who can be threatened and manipulated any way you like, huh?” you still tried to hide any emotions, though you were trembling like a leaf when Shane took a step towards you. “Shane, don’t move. You are scaring me,” you laid your arm where your gun usually is, but you felt only the fabric of your clothes.
“You left the camp without your gun, Y/N,” this dickhead had been following you for a while and noticed you were unarmed.
Shit!
In another moment, you felt his arm squeezing your neck, slamming you into the nearest tree and hurting the back of your head. You instinctively tried to inhale but struggled to do so, ending up coughing.
"If Rick somehow finds out about Lori and me…” you barely heard him whispering in your ear but interrupted.
“Then what? You’ll kill me?” you huffed, trying to free yourself from Shane’s firm grip. “If she’s pregnant, then I’ll be such a waste of a weapon. What will you do then, huh?” Here, you realized you had found this weak spot by how his breath started shaking, and he couldn’t find any words to answer. “Oh, darling, you’re so fucked up,” you felt the squeeze become tighter. You looked into Shane’s eyes with your almost blurred sight.
“Nothing to say?” you felt Shane’s hard breath and tremble going through his hand still holding your neck. “Then finish what you’ve started because I won’t keep silent. I will make you pay for everything you've done to me, you piece of shit,” the slap of his hand stung your cheek and made you wince and close your eyes.
You heard some noise, similar to how arrows hit, followed by punches and curses. You exhaled with all your lungs, coughing as you were freed from Shane’s grip. You fell on the ground and blinked away the haze covering your sight, seeing Daryl sitting above Shane, who was laying on the ground, and punching him. The archer stopped for a second to have a look at you and felt relief you were alive. Pale, coughing, eyes washing with tears, but alive.
You heard Shane’s laugh. “Y/N, I see you didn’t waste any time as well.”
“Shut up,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and leaning on the tree.
After another punch to Shane’s face, Daryl gripped the man’s shirt collar.
“Listen carefully, ‘cause I won’t repeat this. If I ever see ya touching her, talking to her, or even looking at her. Any movement towards her I don’t like, ya’re dead. Ya’re fucking dead and will be feeding the walkers around,” Daryl stood up and walked towards you, taking out the arrow that had hit the tree next to you.
Shane stood up as well, wiping the blood from his nose and dusting himself off from the soil.
“You’re just in time, Daryl…” Shane started but was shut up by Daryl turning to him.
“Skull itching?” the archer clenched his fist, threatening to break the arrow he was holding.
“Talk to you later,” Shane mumbled and slowly headed back to camp.
“Are you okay?” Daryl sat down close to you, caressing your cheek to wipe away your tears. You could only shake your head in response. “What the hell was all that?”
“Rick…” you gulped to soothe your hoarse voice. “Rick, that friend I was talking about. He is back. His wife and Shane…”
“Gotcha. I gotcha,” Daryl bit his lower lip. “Where’s your weapon?”
“I left it in the tent…”
Daryl stood up and wiped the sweat beads covering his face.
“Why the hell is it in the tent?” Daryl yelled, looking at you crying. “I told ya your recklessness will kill ya one day. Lucky ya I was just coming back,” the archer was freaking out. His voice grew louder, his breath heavy and shaky. He bit his lower lip, obviously trying not to lose his composure completely.
“Daryl, I… I owe you till the end of my days,” you sniffled.
“I'll let it off if ya keep your damn weapon with ya and leave the camp at least with someone ya trust,” Daryl was still speaking in a raised voice, though he wasn’t angry at you. He was angry at the whole situation. He couldn’t cheer you up because he needed it as well. He understood your shock when a person you once considered beloved, shared plans and dreams with, and even bedded, nearly killed you. But witnessing that scene was too much for him. He just thanked whatever higher power there was that he arrived in time.
“Ya promise me?” you lifted your head to meet his eyes full of despair and just nodded as tears made your words stick in your throat.
“Good,” he took your hand to help you stand up. Scared to face his eyes again, you hugged his waist, leaning your head on his chest, hearing his heart threatening to jump out of his ribcage.
“Thank you,” you said trembling, clutching his shirt for dear life. You felt him tense, but he finally hugged you tightly and brushed your hair with his calloused fingers.
“Let’s go,” Daryl said with his gruff voice, loosening the hug. You nodded, letting him go, and waited for him to grab his crossbow from his hunting run.
“Nice garland,” you joked, pointing at the bundle of killed squirrels. Daryl rolled his eyes.
“Then ya won’t eat it but enjoy seeing it hanging near the tent.”
“I’d rather see Shane’s body instead,” you mumbled, earning a scrunched face from Daryl. Suddenly, you heard the noise of scrunched leaves, as if there was some animal nearby.
“Go back,” Daryl whispered. “I’ll come later. Seems like we’ll have deer today.”
You nodded and slowly moved towards the camp.
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Arriving at the camp, you went into the tent to retrieve your gun, fearing your ex could do something stupid again, and headed to the campfire, seeing Daryl returning only with the squirrels. You guessed the attempt to catch the animal had failed.
“Merle!” Daryl called out. “Merle! Get your ugly ass right here! I got us some squirrels! Let’s stew ‘em up.”
“Daryl, just slow down a bit. I need to talk to you,” you saw Shane following the archer.
“Want to get another punch?” the younger Dixon turned around to Shane.
“Calm down. It’s about Merle. There was a… There was a problem out there.”
Daryl looked around to see all the people concerned and you avoiding his eyes, taking out a cigarette to light up. Your reaction hit him hard.
“He dead?”
“We’re not sure,” Shane answered, scratching his nose and hissing at the pain caused by Daryl’s right hook earlier.
“He either is or he ain’t!” Daryl started to freak out, not getting a clear answer from the group.
“No easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it,” you turned around slowly, puffing out smoke to see Rick coming up to the archer.
“Who are ya?”
“Rick Grimes.”
“Rick Grimes? Ya got something ya want ta tell me?”
“Your brother was a danger to us all. So I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He’s still there.”
“Why are you so sure?” you asked Rick and dropped the cigarette to stub it out.
“Y/N! This doesn’t help at all,” Rick glanced at you fiercely.
“I could have helped if you hadn’t stopped me!” you cried, yelling at your friend, who clenched his jaws, feeling guilty for everything that had happened on that damn roof.
“Hold on. Let me process this,” Daryl wiped away the tear threatening to fall, which caused your heart to twist in pain. He was so vulnerable and desperate; it hit you hard. He was always so caring towards you, but you couldn’t help him at all. Rick barely stopped you from driving to Atlanta yesterday.
“Ya’re saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and left him there?” the archer’s yell rang in your ears, feeling all the pain he was expressing.
“Yeah,” Rick looked at the ground to avoid the younger Dixon’s gaze, which was already burning him. Daryl breathed heavily, threw the bundle of squirrels to the sheriff, and was ready to attack him when suddenly he was pushed to the ground by Shane. You ran up to Daryl, but he took out a knife, so you stepped back in fear and froze. The archer stood up grunting and jumped at Rick but was stopped by Shane’s punch and then the further grip around his neck.
“Stop!” you shouted, but no one heard you as if you were not there.
“You’d better let me go!” Daryl huffed, trying to free himself.
“Nah, I think it’s better if I don’t,” Shane squeezed the archer’s neck.
“Chokehold’s illegal!” Daryl screamed, and you lost your temper, taking out the gun and pointing it at Shane.
“You can file a complaint,” Shane grunted but froze when he heard the click of the safety lock.
“Getting a little touchy-feely there today, hun?” you breathed heavily, feeling your sight hazy again and all the sounds becoming dull, turning to ringing. Shane slowly loosened the grip to free up Daryl, who was trying to catch his breath.
“Y/N,” Rick came up to you to calm you down but was stopped by you pointing the gun at him.
“I see this group understands only the language of violence, so I’ll talk this way,” you looked at everyone around. “You either have a calm discussion on this topic, or I’ll start shooting and attract walkers.”
“Calm down!” Shane growled at you but was cut off by you immediately.
“Don’t even talk to me if you want to be safe,” you said through gritted teeth, hinting by looking at Lori and back at him. You started to pray Rick hadn’t noticed it.
“Y/N, give me your gun. Please,” you looked at Rick slowly approaching you. You shook your head and locked the gun, putting it back in your harness. You took out another cigarette and lit it. Such a harmful and useless habit aimed to calm you down, but honestly, it never helped you. You sat on the log nearby and kept looking at the men who finally started a dialogue.
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When you made sure Rick, Daryl, T-Dog, and Glenn worked out a plan to get back to Atlanta to find Merle and started to prepare for the run, you went to the tent to finally have your coffee and a book. Daryl followed you to take another arrows.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Didn’t know ya were such a hothead.”
“Me neither,” you replied emotionlessly and looked back at the man.
“Merle would like it.”
“And you?” your question made Daryl fluster.
“I still think ya’re reckless. But ya learn fast. I’ll tell ya some tricks when I’m back,” the man mumbled confusedly.
“Take care of yourself,” you gently smiled at him, causing butterflies in the archer’s stomach.
The man nodded and chewed his lower lip. “You too.”
You also nodded and watched the archer walk away.
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SAY YES TO HEAVEN .lıllıl.
pairings ━━ rockstar!ellie williams x artist!girlfriend!reader (no physical descriptions used but female pronouns are used)
warnings ━━ little bit of teasing but sfw, teeth rotting fluff
synopsis ━━ you and Ellie came from entirely different worlds. she was all about the limelight, you preferred pen names, she lived for the burns and cramps on her fingers after a long show, while you preferred the satisfaction of finishing a strenuous piece of work. but when Ellie wakes up to find you taking a page from her book, everything makes sense again.
authors note ━━ i needed more fun ellie fics without the smut so I decided to write it myself in case anyone feels the same lol.
Wow.
Ellie’s friends often joke about her beings whipped but, fuck, she’d never felt it until now. Watching your eyes dart back and forth between her position and your canvas was truly a sight to behold. To be honest, she didn’t quite know what was going on when her eyes fluttered open with a blue tinted light casted over the room.
She’d assumed herself dead and was quite comfortable with the heaven she was casted upon, not that she though she’d be in heaven in the first but, hey.
At first, she took a sharp inhale and sat up abruptly, looking around like a madman before your frantic hands waved her down.
“No, no, no, no! Don’t move!” You stood up from your seat across from the couch she was napping on and pushed her on her back.
“Damn, woman! Let me wake up first.” She joked, squinting her eyes as you pushed and prodded at her face to position it just right.
Once you were happy with the pose, you skipped back over to your spot and began dipping your brush into the watercolor paint.
She smiled to herself, “Are you drawing me while I sleep, Mr. Goldberg?”
You gave her a pointed look and continued your simple strokes. “It was golden hour and you looked so calm, sue me.”
“Does this mean I can go back to sleep?”
“No.”
Ellie clicked her teeth but remained still, her eyes tracing over your…everything for the entirety of the time she was laying there. Silence remained a safety blanket over the both of you and, for once, her ears stopped ringing.
“I thought you were in a art slump, what happened?”
You sighed with a shy smile. “You happened.”
“Aww babe-“ she cooed, sitting up on her elbows until you fully moved out from behind the canvas.
“Don’t!-“
“Sorry!” Ellie apologized, immediately going back to her position. Once she was comfortable she gave you a smile. “Better?”
Giving her the “I see you” gesture, you slid back on your chair and switched brushes. “I thought about what you said.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Wh…what did I say?”
“The…the fight we had last week, it had me thinking.” Ellie sucked in a breath, ready to interrupt. “Don’t speak until I’m done, Ellie Williams.” She shut her mouth. “You’re right, I am too…obsessive with my art. Honestly, I think I was so defensive because it’s true. I don’t take risks with my art, I don’t branch out, and when I don’t feel like it’s good I just self implode and hate it and myself. But you’re…not.”
“Well-“
“You’re so confident about everything you do. When you fail or mess up you just…laugh? It blows me away every time. You blow me away, Ellie.” You sighed and put down your brush. “When I came out of the shower and saw you asleep on the couch with the light hitting your face just right, you looked so serene I decided to take a page out of your book. Hence the watercolor.”
When you didn’t speak again, Ellie assumed she could speak now. “Does that mean I can move now?”
You chuckled lightly and stood up, holding your hand out for hers. She took it happily and immediately walked over to the canvas.
“Hang on, I’m not-“ Cut off by Ellie’s gasp, you assumed the worst and cringed, fiddling with your hands.
“Is that what I look like?!” Ellie exclaimed. From her hunched over position, she looked up at you with a childlike wonder in her eyes. “Hell, no wonder your so in love with me. Look at me!”
You gave her a playful glare as she stood to her full height and put her hands on her hips, proudly looking at her work. Ellie smiled widely at you and yanked you into her arms, fully encapsulating you in her entire being as she squeezed away all doubts and fears you still held.
“God, I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not easy for you to let loose but the fact that you did this just for me is unbelievable.” You cuddled into her hug, trying hiding your embarrassment from her eyes until she abruptly pulled away and gripped your cheeks with one hand and staring deeply into your eyes. “I will marry you, you know that?”
You tried to smile but were prevented from that when she pulled you into a kiss, and then another one, and another one, and another one, and-
“Okay, okay, okay! I get it.” You laughed, pulling away from a breath.
Still holding your cheeks, Ellie pulled away with a geeky smile. “We should have kids.”
You gave her a confused look.
“Forget the logistics of it. I just want another you. Forever and ever.” She waved away your confused and turned into laughter, pulling you into another hug.
“Now who’s obsessed, Mrs. Goldberg?”
#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x reader#the last of us#tlou fic#tlou fanfiction#tlou2 x reader#ellie tlou#lgbt pride#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams x you#fluff
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⤷ ✧ My Pearl
Female reader (she/her pronouns used)
- order 78 | one-shot | Silver
Note: Happy one year anniversary!! I can’t believe it’s been a year. This is actually one of my earliest works and I decided to fix it up and post it. I can’t tell if I’ve gotten worse or better at writing lol
Why exactly was there a drama class in Night Raven? It seemed so out of place for a magic academy. But no one else thought the same.
“It is an academy after all.”
“Just cause it’s magic doesn’t mean every class has to revolve around it.”
Maybe it’s just because you’re an outsider? Nonetheless, you just to happened to have it as an elective. Since you were lumped in as a first year, you had classes with only first years. But electives had people of all different grades and classes.
Despite your attempts of finding a first year friend in one of your other classes, there appeared to be none amongst this group of 24 people. Only people from other grades and other classes. You were just about to submit to loneliness before you saw a glimpse of grey hair and a thud.
You looked to the entrance to the class and see someone dropped a box of supplies, some of it happened to roll underneath you. You immediately crouched down and gathered up the random items off the floor and handed it to him.
His eyes widened at you. “Thank you..”
“Your welcome, Silver!”
He seemed taken aback when you said his name which made you nervous. “Forgive me. Erm… What's your name?”
Ah… He completely forgot you. At least he recognized you?
“It’s MC…”
“I’ll make sure to remember that.” He said sincerely.
Being in the same class, you figured you should stay around him. You never had many opportunities to talk to upperclassmen or even befriend them. Maybe this is your chance?
“Do you have this class too?”
“Yes..”
You invited silver to sit beside you for this class. It was open sitting since it is a drama class. You stared at him for a moment before speaking up again. “So Silver, did you choose this elective?”
It took him a tap on the shoulder but he responded.
“No.”
“O-Oh… Then how did you end up here?”
“I allowed a… friend… to pick what classes I take.“ He responded with a distant tone. You tried to hide your disappointment in every response he gave. He seemed so indifferent to you. He didn’t seem to like you in the slightest.
Suddenly the whole class went silent which didn’t go unnoticed by either of you. You heard the clicking of heels and suddenly a bright light, or maybe that was just for imagination?
“Vil Schoenheit…”
“W-Wait he’s in this class?!”
Whispers of him echoed throughout the classroom and you turned to see Silver's reaction. He seems rather unphased but weary.
After the teacher moved away from the teacher’s podium, he stepped up and cleared his throat.
“Allow me to be frank, if you expect an easy class to goof around in everyday, go drop out. Whether you like it or not, you’re all going to be pushed out of your comfort zones.”
The mood in the class dropped in an instant and Vil seemed to enjoy that reaction.
—
“A play? Between a prince and a princess.”
“Yes, and we’re having a discussion on who should be who. Sit up, Silver.”
You felt like a nuisance and a pest judging by how tired and annoyed he seemed with you every day.
Though, he should be considered lucky with how Vil Schoenheit didn’t personally wake him up like he did with another student.
Silver turned his chair around and faced in the same direction as everyone else.
“Princess Ava seems hella sensitive. You know, that one scene where she starts crying.”
“Then Prince Ethan skips sword practice to comfort her. That’s a little dramatic…”
You glanced at Silver every so often. He seemed disinterested in this whole class and felt bad. What if he would have a better experience of you just didn’t talk to him? Maybe you’re making him look bad?
“Well no offense but I don’t think anyone wants to play a girl, Schoenheit.” Some guy said. Before Vil could interject, someone else spoke up.
“Yeah, if anything, then an actual girl should play it.” Another guy pointed at you.
“Wait a minute. Me?”
“Well yeah. You’re a girl.”
“Besides, doesn’t she kinda fit the descriptions of Ava already? The hair, the eyes, and a princess-ish face.”
“Wait, that's a far-fetched statement there!”
“I vote for MC to be Ava!” Someone stood up and shouted. A few cheers of agreements sprouted up until there was no denying the role anymore. You were now being one of the main leads in a play. You put your head down in defeat and tried to drown out the rest of the discussion.
“Now that the role for Ava is decided. We’re moving onto Ethan.” Vil declared. In total, that role has 143 lines to memorize. While your role had 128 lines. So whoever would play Ethan would get the most lines.
“Isn’t Ethan supposed to be quiet…? Why the hell does he have so many lines?”
“He’s also a good sword fighter supposedly. Hey wait, Raymond, aren’t you good at sword fighting?”
“Wait a damn minute! Don’t you try to force that role onto me! Silver is way better than me!”
Everyone’s head turned in his direction and Silver nearly jumped back. “For real?” Someone asked. “Yeah, Silver really could kill me if he wanted to. He also has a close enough resemblance to Ethan, don’t you guys agree?” The guy said urgently.
“Wait what do you mean—?”
“Silver should be Ethan!”
“Agreed!”
People chimed in to agree with the statement. Silver’s protests were drowned out quickly and before he knew it, his name was written down, officially casting him as Ethan.
You slowly turned your head towards Silver. He grimaced and begrudgingly picked up his script as if it were infected with a virus.
Oh god, would Crowley let you drop out?
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The moment he took a step through the door. His whole body nearly shut down in pure shock. You stood there with a sheepish smile and helped him with his mess. What were you doing here?
He accepted the fact he most likely would never come close to you ever again. He knew Sebek would have many opportunities but his chances were little to none. He kept it all in. How he felt about you.
You were simply amazing. You were rambunctious but just enough so it’s not over the top. You had guts. You were suddenly thrown into a world and adapted quicker than he ever could.
Not only that, you were undeniably charming. You didn’t even realize how you completely captured his respect during Leona’s overblot.
He didn’t know when the fight would end. He was a human and compared to Sebek, his stamina runs short. Leona sent another attack, sand and dirt flying everywhere and for a moment he couldn’t see. He stumbled back, dropping his pen onto the floor, trying to get rid of the sand in his eyes.
A figure from the sand cloud sprinted out and yelled in urgency. “Silver!” You quickly swept up his fallen pen and shoved him out the way from Leona’s attack. He opened his eyes to see you shield him from the flying debris.
“Be careful.” You said out of breath, shoving his pen back into his hands.
Seeing you made him realize. He didn’t even learn your name.
He, by all means, respects you for what you did.
Though, he wished to be closer to you. He really wished things would go slower and maybe not close in this way..?!
He awkwardly wrapped his arm around you as you put your forehead against his shoulder. “I’m sorry… You don’t need to bother yourself with me. I know I’m nothing but a nuisance.”
“W-What are you saying?”
“I know, I’m too sensitive. I’m not beautiful like my sisters. I’m not as social as them either… I-I!” Your eyes squeezed shut. “Forgot my next line…”
Everyone around you groaned as you sighed and shrugged. “Really, you can’t remember your lines?!” A guy yelled at you as he handed you your script. “Try having to memorize and act out all these things. Maybe then you’d understand.”
Silver went to your side and looked at his own script. “My Pearl” is a play about a talented prince and a young, anti-social princess from another kingdom. The princess, Ava, is the youngest of all her sisters. She grew up feeling inferior to her sisters due to being the youngest and being less attractive than her three other siblings.
The prince, Ethan, was a gifted child. He received three gifts. Mastery in swordsmanship, silver hair that sparkles in the light, and the ability to see the beauty in people's hearts.
A marriage is arranged between Princess Ava and Prince Ethan. It sprouts in a seemingly one-sided love, Prince Ethan trying his hardest to show her his true feelings.
Cute story.
But not when you have to act it out with someone you deeply admire.
Despite often being so close, you never seemed to catch on to his fast heart beat and his stiff gestures.
“Both of you need to really focus on what the characters say and why they say it! The script isn’t just lines to memorize, it’s responses to the situation.”
“What do you mean?!”
“If you don’t know then you need to reevaluate your skills as an actor.”
“I never intended to be an actor in the beginning…”
“You’re such a child.” Vil scoffed “Silver, you need to connect with the story more.”
Silver raised an eyebrow at the comment. “You seem to be dazing off. It’s bothersome. You’re here, and you’re Prince Ethan.” Vil firmly said as he turned around and went to scold the rest of the members.
You regretted ever taking the suggestion to choose theater as an elective. “Cater made this sound easy…” You said to yourself as you looked down at your lines.
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“Silver? Is that you?” You asked out loud in a dimly lit room. You soon realized it www though he was in no condition to speak.
“He’s sleeping at this hour? That’s a bit early.”
You intended to leave but you noticed something white laying around his head.
Sorry Silver, hope you don’t mind.
You entered his room and knelt down to inspect what it was.
You scanned the words across the paper and soon came to recognize the words. “He was practicing the script…?” You said quietly to yourself. A smile played across your face as you stared at his sleeping expression.
“Ow!”
“W-Wait..?! MC is that you?”
You held your face and rolled on the side. Kudos to him for his quick reaction. You should’ve never let your guard down. You sat yourself up as Silver grabbed your wrists and went to check if your face was ok.
“A-Are you ok?!”
“I don’t know… What do you think?” You begrudgingly removed your hands off your face, your face retorted with pain and small tears at the corners of your eyes.
He immediately lifted you up and sat you down on the bed. “Where did I hit you?” He shakily asked.
Your small groans in pain suddenly stopped for a short moment. As you moved one of your hands down, you opened your mouth to speak.
“Will you still think I’m pretty… even after this?”
You squeezed your eyes shut.
Why did I say that?! Ahh… I better tell him so he—
“I could never think that.”
He didn’t seem to even bat an eye at the random response, incidentally he responded right in character.
“How could I ever think that of you?” He asked with a tilt in his head. You breathed out and put your hand down on your lap.
“People say your hair is as beautiful as silver, you have a golden heart, and you're more graceful than any prince I’ve seen. I know it’s all true because I’ve experienced myself. Then there’s me, your soiled fiancé, after I’ve been thrown away by another, we married solely to keep peace between kingdoms. Married to a woman like me, it’s ruining your public—“
“MC.”
Eh? He said my name?
He harshly yet tenderly wrapped his arms around you. His neck nestled into your neck, chills ran down your arms.
“I’m sorry.” He sharply said.
“Wow, talk about soap operas. That isn’t nothing compared to these two! Isn’t that right, Sebek?”
“How dare you do this in the presence of other people?!”
“W-Wait this isn’t what it looks like!!”
“Apologies , it is so, so late and I believe I should be heading back Ramshackle!”
“Absolutely! Leave immediately! How would the young master react to seeing such shameless actions?”
You quickly scrambled away from his room and nearly tripped on your way out. Silver closed his eyes and turned the other way.
“Silver. What was that?”
“Script. F-For class. We were rehearsing, I swear.”
“Is it now? Hehehehe..”
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“Silver, MC, it’s almost time for you two.”
“Alright, thank you.”
You let out a sigh then sat down on a chair. Your legs were shaking and it struggled to contain your deep breathing.
“MC, you look unwell.” Silver said as he spotted you. He wasted no time kneeling down in front of you and attempted to get a look at your face.
“You look pale.” He muttered under his breath. “Are you really this nervous?” He asked with concern in his tone.
“Erm… I’ve never ever done something like this before. Stepped up in front of a big audience and performed or presented… I never had to do that.”
“Never?”
It made him wonder about your past, though it was no time to ask about that. He thought about the times he was like this.
What would Lilia do…?
“Close your eyes, MC.” Silver commanded. You reluctantly complied and closed your eyes. You heard a bit of shuffling around before you felt a tap on your forehead.
Suddenly, you were in control of your whole body again. There was no longer a pit in your stomach or were your legs trembling.
“What did you do?” You asked in amazement.
“Ah… Back then when I was a boy and got hurt, Old Man— Lilia, used a spell on me. It works well, doesn’t it?” He confessed with a smile.
You put your hand against your chest and stared in gratitude. “Now come on, we need to get on stage about now.” Silver beckoned as he stood up from his kneeling position and held his hand out to you.
He really does look like a prince like this…
You couldn’t help but naturally gravitate towards him. “Yes, I’m ready!”
“Excellent.” He led you to the side and bowed. He was about to go to the right wing but before he could, you shouted.
“Meet you on stage!”
“Yeah, meet you on stage.”
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twst#silver twst#silver twst x reader#silver twisted wonderland#silver twisted wonderland x reader
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Don't waste your tears
Pairing: female reader X Ni-Ki
Genre: best friends to lovers
Warnings: female pronouns used, use of YN, mentions of crying
Word counting: 570 (if I counted well)
You were really excited when you got the invitation to Minji's birthday party. You perfectly knew that also your crush would be there because him and Minji are close friends.
You immediately went to take a shower and get ready. You put on a mini dress, you set your makeup then you ran to catch the first bus that would take you to the bar where the party was.
TIME SKIPS - YN GETS TO THE BAR
As soon as you got into the bar your eyes started wandering around the room, searching him.
You spotted your crush in the huge crowd of people - it's incredible how many friends Minji has!- and you immediately ran to him.
You didn't know someone was staring at you...
You were approaching your crush with a smile on the lips that faded as soon as you saw the scene. He was dancing. With a girl. And sometimes he kissed her. You felt your eyes getting teary so you ran outside the place.
You couldn't believe it. How was it possible? You've been liking him for almost three years, is it possible that he was so blind to not see that?
You couldn't hold it in anymore. You started crying, letting all the pains out.
But someone suddenly hugged you. You got scared at first, but then a familiar hand started patting your head... Also the perfume was familiar... You realized it was your best friend, Riki.
You hugged him back and continued crying in his chest while he said things like:- Shh stop crying..- or - does that boy mean that much to you? Cuz you should use your tears for more important things-
After some time you stopped crying and spoke:
Yn- I love you...
Riki- WHAT THE ****
Yn- I MEANT AS A FRIEND! YOU NEVER LET ME FINISH SENTENCES! But actually...
Riki- Actually?
Yn- It might be...
Riki- Something more?
Yn-yeah
TIME SKIPS - THE NEXT DAY (MORNING)
RIKI POV
Riki- Hyung, I don't know what to do... After what she said... I actually like her too ..
Jungwon- Propose to her, no? Ask her to become your girlfriend!
Riki- Right, but how?
Jungwon- Ask her to come to the park, put there some decorations like flowers or balloons then propose. That's easy!
Riki- Ok I'll try
TIME SKIPS-AFTERNOON-
You noticed you got a text message from Riki so you checked it
Riki- Hey YN, can you come to the park?
Yn- yeah, gimme ten minutes
TIME SKIPS - TEN MINUTES LATER-
You just got into the park when you Heard a familiar voice: - Hey YN!-
You turned round to see Riki approaching you and saying: - Follow me! But don't look!-
He used one hand to cover your eyes and the other to guide you. You walked some time then he took his hand off your eyes.
There were balloons of your favourite colour everywhere and Riki was handing you a bouquet of your favourite flowers
Riki- I need to tell you something...
He started blushing
Riki- YN, I love you so much. But not only as a friend, it's something else. So... Would you like to be my girlfriend?
You immediately answered, 'cause after all he's the boy you want to spend your life with.
Yn- Yes of course!
His eyes lighted up, and you could see he was smiling in a way he never did.
Lil author's note: I wrote this after having a strange dream, I was still sleepy so I'm sorry if it isn't that good😅
#enha x reader#enhypen niki#niki x reader#niki#niki x you#niki x y/n#enhypen#enhypen x you#riki nishimura x reader#riki enhypen#riki enha#nishimura riki
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Two Ghosts
marcus baker x female!reader
(I don’t think I used any she/her pronouns in this, but I’m not 100% positive, so I guess it may or may not be gender-neutral…)
warnings!: mentions of food, crying, cheating, a slap, drinking, angst?, unedited rushed writing, I think that’s it? My A/N at the end does mention SA, but the fic does not, so you can skip the highlighted section of the A/N.
includes!: bff!padma(lo), roman an OC, but also not really an OC, ex!marcus
angst!
word count: 5.5k!
A/N: Let’s pretend that Padma and Marcus were never a thing in this :)
Yes, I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, fret not
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It happened suddenly, one moment you were both sitting there talking, and the next your lips were on his. Somehow everything else was drowned out, and all you could focus on was Marcus. The night was filled with fervor, as you poured your love into each kiss, that would soon be meaningless.
You savored every minute of it because you knew he was only yours for the night. The next day he would be off, kissing Ginny, loving her, or pretending to love her, either way, he was no longer yours. You knew it wasn’t right, but you loved him, so much, that you would take whatever you could get.
You both lay there, Marcus fast asleep. You reach over pressing a kiss to his cheek, “If only you knew how much I still love you,” You quietly murmured, caressing his cheek. You wrapped your arm around him before drifting off to sleep.
Light shined into your bedroom, waking you up. You turned to reach your arm out for Marcus, albeit your hand met the cold sheets. Your eyes flew open, Marcus was gone. You should’ve known, it was your routine, but each time it happened you thought maybe just maybe you had changed his mind. That he once again loved you, like how you still deeply loved him. And each time you were proven wrong.
Your eyes began to water. You were so stupid. This was it, the fourth and last time this would ever happen. You needed to stop this for Ginny’s sake and your own. You couldn’t keep doing this, because the more you did it, the more you hurt yourself. You wiped your tears, deciding to check your phone, to take your mind off your repeated mistakes.
You got a text from your best friend Padma. You decided you guys would meet at a cafe to hang out and chat, desperately needing it. You would’ve met her at Blue Farm where she worked but Ginny also happened to work there, and you couldn’t face her, you felt so guilty, sleeping with Marcus. He and Ginny hadn’t been dating for that long but still, it wasn’t right, you knew that, and you continued to get with him, and you had no one to blame but yourself.
You walked inside, Padma wasn’t there yet, so you decided you would order both of your favorite drinks, along with your favorite pastries. She walked in, her long black hair swaying as she made her way to the table. The waiter had just placed your pastries and drinks down as she sat across from you. She gave you a comforting smile, which you returned, but she knew you better than you knew yourself. She knew something was up.
“What’s wrong, bub?” She questioned.
“Nothing,” You shook your head, “We’re always talking about my problems, what’s been up with you, how’s work?”
Padma pursed her lips for a second at your answer, before starting, “Work’s good, the usual, Joe not knowing how to be strict, Ginny always hating on her mom, and dad, and basically everyone. But besides that, remember how I’ve been talking to that guy, Jason?”
You nodded your head in response, taking a sip from your drink, “Well it turns out he has a girlfriend, and she’s pregnant! Can you believe that, and to think he asked me out on a date,” She shook her head.
“At this point, I’m really considering just dating you, you’re the only person who really gets me.” She said, causing you both to laugh. “Honestly, same.” You laughed.
You both continued to talk about school, your families, drama circulating around the school, from the most important things to the least important things. After a while, you began to space out, your mind going back to thinking about that one person you just couldn’t ever stop thinking about. Marcus, you swore it was like he was a fucking cancerous tumor in your life.
“I can tell you’re thinking about him.” Padma interrupted your daze.
“What? No, I’m not…” You scoffed.
“You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. We really need to find a way to get you over him, I mean his dick can’t be that good.”
“Oh my god, Padma,” You laughed shaking your head, “Trust me, it’s not that, I still love him, I know we broke up a couple of months ago, and I know I should be over him by now, but I can’t help my feelings for him. No matter how much I wish they would just go away they don’t.” Your vision began to get blurry your eyes shining with unshed tears. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away for a second, before focusing your gaze on your interlaced hands. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna end whatever this is, I know we never should’ve started it, I mean he’s with Ginny, I don’t know why I ever thought this was a good idea. I guess I just- I don’t know wanted to feel his love again, but this, it’s not love, and it’s not right. If anything I’m just torturing myself.” You said sniffling.
“I don’t even know how you can stand to look at me, I mean what Marcus and I have done is unforgivable, I knew he was with Ginny, and I still, I still continued it, because I’m a selfish bitch.” You muttered angrily.
Padma clasped your hands in one of her own, “Don’t talk about yourself like that okay, I love you, Y/n, you’re my best friend, sometimes good people make poor choices, we’re human, bub. The world isn’t black and white, we’ve just got to learn from our mistakes and do better. I’m glad you’re ending this because it’s not doing you any good.” She said, giving you a reassuring smile, which caused you to shed a tear.
“I love you too.” You sniffled, pulling her into a tight hug. “Everything’s gonna be okay in the end.” You both stayed like that for a while before you finally pulled away. “Come on, we need to find you a new man to take your mind off of he who shall not be named.” She smiled. “You know, I think I know just the person.”
“Oh god, no, what did we just talk about?”
“No, trust me, please, he’s like the nicest guy ever, but he’s not really my type.”
“And he’s my type?”
“Yes, he has brown hair.”
“I don’t know Lo,”
“Come on, I’ll bring him to Abby’s party tomorrow, and introduce you two, that’s all, and then if you like him, well there you go!”
“Fine,”
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You had arrived at Abby’s party, and a bunch of people already there excluding Padma, and her friend who you now knew as Roman. You kept to yourself, hanging out on the back porch in a corner. People filled every square inch of the house, red solo cups in numerous hands. You had stuck to your water, not wanting to meet Roman while tipsy or drunk. Padma had texted you when she had arrived, asking where you were, which prompted you to go and find her.
You made your way through the crowded house, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, however you lucked out, someone’s drink getting spilled all over your outfit. You gave an annoyed sigh, as the person muttered an apology. You continued to make your way toward the front of the house and to a bathroom, when you ran into Padma and who you presumed was Roman, and my was he tall, and had the richest chocolate brown curls. You tore your eyes away from him, glancing at Padma, she greeted you with a ‘Hi’ before introducing you to Roman. “Roman this is my bestfriend Y/n, Y/n this is Roman.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/n, Padma speaks very highly of you,” He smiled at you, you stretched your hand out to shake his own, but he instead pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. A small nervous smile tugged on your lips, “Nice to meet you as well, Roman, I’m sorry I should go clean up, someone spilled their drink all over me.” You glanced between him and Padma.
“Roman, why don’t you go help Y/n, I’m gonna go find Silver,” Padma smiled at the both of you, slightly shoving Roman towards you before taking off past the living room.
Roman gave you a small smile, one of his hands going up to the back of his neck “If you don’t want me to go with you, that’s completely fine, Padma can be very-”
“Determined.” You finished, a small laugh escaping your lips.
“Yeah, very,” He laughed along with you.
Both you and Roman made your way through the crowd of party-goers and toward the staircase, as you both walked in search of a towel to dry your damp clothes when your causal conversation was interrupted by some arguing coming from one of the bedrooms. You both went silent, looking at each other before making an awkward face, and bursting out with laughter.
You had finally found the bathroom, which had a few folded hand towels, you attempted to wipe the sticky mess of a drink from your skin, and outfit. The stain was practically ingrained into the cloth, “Here, why don’t you take my jacket, to hide the stain.”
“Oh, no that’s okay, I don’t need-”
“No, it’s fine, I insist,” Roman said removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulders. “Thank you,” You smiled.
Just as you were leaving the bathroom, Roman bumped into someone, “Sorry, man.”
“It’s fine,” The other guy replied after turning around, his eyes meeting yours.
“Y/n? What are you doing here?” It was Marcus.
“Marcus? Oh, uh, Padma kinda convinced me to come,” You gave an awkward smile.
“Are-are you here with Ginny?” You questioned, not really knowing what to say. At one time you wouldn't have been able to stop the conversation as the words seamlessly fell from both of your lips, conversation came easy albeit, that was then, and this is now.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I am.” He pursed his lips.
“Oh, sorry uh, Roman this is Marcus, Marcus this is Roman.” You introduced them, unsure of what title to give either of them so you just skipped the labels. They both nodded, before Roman spoke up, “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, uh, I should get going,” Marcus gestured downstairs.
Marcus left with that, leaving to who knows where, however, you had yet to see Ginny.
“Sorry about that awkwardness, uh, Marcus, he’s my uh…”
“Ex?” He filled in for you, “Yeah, that obvious?” You laughed.
“Just a bit,” He gave you a small smile.
Roman and you decided to head back downstairs, however, all the people combined with the loud music became a little too much for you, so he offered for the two of you to head outside. You both sat on the porch gazing up at the sky, conversation flowed as you talked about various things.
“I don’t wanna offend you or anything Y/n, but do you and Marcus still have something going on? I mean he’s been staring at you all night, and I don’t know I just get this feeling you still have feelings for him.”
“Uh, yeah it’s kinda complicated, well actually that’s a lie, um, he has a new girlfriend, and I’m- I am still trying to get rid of my feelings for him. I’m sorry, I should have told you from the beginning…”
“No, it’s fine, I know how hard it is to get over someone when you had really strong feelings for them. I like you Y/n, and I don’t think you’re ready to be in a new relationship, but I’d love to have you as a friend, at least for right now,” He gave you a kind smile.
“Thanks, Roman, I’d really like that,” You said pulling him into a warm embrace.
You didn’t notice it but Marcus had been walking by stopping in his steps as he saw you and Roman hugging. It felt as if something snapped in him, anger filling him at your arms being wrapped around someone. Someone that wasn’t him.
Marcus practically threw the back doors open, “Hey, get your hands off her, man!”
He growled at Roman, words slightly slurred. Roman and you both pulled away from each other, turning to face Marcus. You stood up, “Marcus, you’re drunk, go inside and find Ginny.”
“Yeah bud, why don’t you listen to Y/n,” Roman said calmly.
“You’re not my fucking buddy, so why don’t you keep your mouth shut Rowan.”
“Marcus, calm down, alright, you’re not acting like yourself okay?”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Y/n, you- you’re fucking him aren’t you?”
“Okay, Marcus you’re really starting to get on my fucking nerves, and Roman and I are just friends. And even if I was it’s none of your fucking business.”
“That’s not what you were saying a couple of days ago,” He smirked at you.
You walked towards Marcus, “You need to shut the fuck up unless you want Ginny to find out,” You quietly gritted through your teeth. You pulled away from him, “Roman, can you give Marcus and me a second please,” You turned to him.
“Yeah of course, don’t hesitate to come and get me if you need help,” He slightly nodded toward Marcus, Marcus not noticing due to his drunkenness. “Yeah, thank you,” You murmured.
You pulled Marcus further outside, grabbing a water bottle for him from the cooler that was near the door. You handed it to him, “Drink.” You told him. He begrudgingly did so, gulping the water down.
“Now, you’re gonna listen to me. You’re drunk Marcus, so before you make any more mistakes, you’re gonna go find Ginny and you’re gonna have her take you home okay? It’s bad enough you practically screamed to everyone that we’ve been sleeping together,” You told him.
“I don’t care if the whole world knows,” He murmured.
“Yeah, you say that now, but you won’t be saying the same thing tomorrow morning.”
“How do you know that?” He questioned defiantly, his words less slurred.
“Because we had been sneaking around for a reason, you know like the small fact that you have a girlfriend.” You sarcastically told him.
He sightly hummed, “You know I heard what you said.” He said without any clarification.
“What?” You questioned in confusion.
“You said you still love me.” He quietly said.
“You’re drunk Marcus, you don’t know what you’re talking about, alright?” You shook your head.
“Don’t lie to me Y/n, I know what I heard.”
“No, no you don’t Marcus, okay I never said that,” You said, pitch going slightly higher as you lied, as you shrugged your shoulders trying to come off casual, albeit, beneath your cool exterior you were panicking.
“Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, Y/n? I can tell when you’re fucking lying, just admit it.”
“No, Marcus, I’m not admitting to something I didn’t fucking say, and y’know what if you’re sober enough to say all this, then I think you’re sober enough to understand that we’re done, and I mean it this time.” You angrily muttered.
“Sure you do, Y/n,” He laughed. “I’m serious Marcus, this whole stupid ass friends-with-benefits thing, it’s over, okay. You’re with Ginny, and we knew it wasn’t right, and we never should’ve begun it in the first place. I mean, don’t you think Ginny deserves loyalty?”
Before Marcus could respond, you heard the door slightly creak. You turned being met with Ginny standing there, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Really, Marcus? You told me that I was overthinking, and acting jealous. But I was right all along, wasn’t I?”
“Ginny, I- you heard wrong okay?” He tried to lie, as you stood there silently, you knew it would be best if you didn’t say anything, you were the cause of this after all. You never pictured yourself as a homewrecker, a liar, or a cheater, yet here you were.
“Are you seriously gonna try and fucking lie to me Marcus, I just fucking heard the both of you! I want you to admit it, say it.”
“Ginny, please, let’s not do this right now, okay?”
“Oh really? Why? Don’t want everyone to know that you and your fucking slut are lying, cheating pieces of shit?!” Her voice filled with venom, as she practically shouted.
“If the both of you felt it was okay to talk about cheating on me here, why can’t I talk about it, hmm? I can’t believe this Marcus, I- I should’ve fucking known, all the sneaking off, acting weird, never wanting to do anything. Are you still in love with her or something, clearly you don’t fucking love me if you were able to cheat on me?”
“Ginny-”
“Answer the question, Marcus, do you still love her?” She spat.
You and Ginny both had your eyes locked on Marcus, your heart was beating erratically, “No, she was just there.” He quietly murmured, by now he was definitely sober, and you know you had no right to feel hurt because you knew what this was from the beginning. Albeit your heart twinged slightly at his words.
This wasn’t about you, this was about Ginny and Marcus, you had no right to be hurt, I mean you weren’t the one who had gotten cheated on. You blinked away your tears, as you glanced away.
“We're done Marcus, I don’t want to see you or hear from you ever again.” She muttered, voice full of resentment. “And you,” She turned to you, “You’re nothing but a cheap, heartless, bitch, and you know what you two make a good pair, yeah, you’re both selfish assholes, I hope you both rot in hell.” She cussed at you, and you took it because you knew every word she said was true, and you knew you deserved it. However, what you weren’t expecting was for Ginny closer to you, and before you knew it you felt a sharp stinging pain as she slapped you.
As you were stunned, reeling from what just happened, Ginny stalked off anger rolling off of her in waves. You felt a slight heat on your cheek, lifting your hand to your cheek. There was a little bit of blood on your hand, one of Ginny’s rings must’ve cut you when she slapped you.
“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?” Roman asked as he was suddenly in front of you, his eyes examining your face, as you stared blankly ahead of you.
You nodded your head, ‘Yes’, as you felt your lips slightly tremble.
You began to walk off, as you heard Marcus and Roman calling after you. You quickly made your way through the crowd, everyone’s eyes on you, as you practically ran toward the front door. Your breathing felt shallow as you made your way out of the house, and began walking. At the moment you really weren’t sure where you were going but you just knew you had to get as far away from that house and everyone in it as fast as you possibly could.
“Y/n, wait!” Someone called, but you were so deep in thought, you had blocked everything out. You somehow misstepped causing you to trip and fall. You grunted slightly as you glanced at your now scraped-up and slightly bleeding knee. The stinging pain from your cheek and knee wasn’t too bad, but as the night kept getting worse you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as the tears began to slightly roll down your cheeks. It just added to how shitty you felt.
You felt like a crybaby, you had brought all this on yourself, and you deserved it, so why were you crying? Yet somehow you couldn’t stop them. You were so frustrated and angry with yourself, not knowing what to do with all your pent-up anger, you let out a frustrated scream, as your fists met the cement.
“Y/n, stop,” Someone said, holding your fists as they soothingly rubbed your back. You turned your eyes meeting Marcus's own eyes. “Stop, please, j-just leave me alone, please, Marcus, I just want to be alone right now,” You quietly murmured.
“Y/n-”
“She said she wants to be alone, man, so why don’t you listen?” You heard Roman say from behind you, he must’ve just caught up to you. Following him was Padma, “Y/n. are you alright?” She called out toward you.
You simply nodded in response, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” Marcus harshly snapped at Roman.
“I could say the same about you.” Roman retorted.
Marcus stood from the sidewalk, facing Roman, “Who the fuck even are you to Y/n? Alright, do you even know her? Because this is the first time, I’ve ever seen or heard of you, Roman, and you’re really starting to piss me off, so why don’t you leave before I punch you in the face.”
“Can the both of you shut the fuck for god’s sake! God, I wish I were a fucking lesbian, so I wouldn’t have to deal with men!” You shouted.
Padma reached the boys, telling them both that it might be best if they both left. They were both defiant but they finally agreed, Padma, promising she’d take care of you.
“Alright, come on, sweetie, why don’t we get you home,” She crouched down to meet your eyes.
“I don’t deserve to go home, I should just stay here, and suffer on the cold hard cement.” You sniffled. “Well then maybe I should go grab Marcus too and he can sit out here as well, he’s not innocent.” At that, you stood up.
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The next day you woke up feeling like shit. Not, because you were hungover, you didn’t drink last night. But you had spent a fair amount of your night crying before falling asleep, resulting in your eyes being sore and puffy, slightly aching, and leaving your head with a throb.
You turned to your other side, being met with Padma laying beside you, causing you to smile. You truly loved her, she was an amazing friend, and was always there for you. You grabbed your phone and wallet, deciding you’d get her her favorite drink and breakfast.
As you looked at the time you saw that it was ten, you also noticed various texts from Marcus, and one from Roman asking how you were. Padma must’ve given him your number. You replied to Roman, deciding to ignore Marcus for now, not wanting to deal with him so early, at least for you, in the morning. You had stopped by your and Padma’s favorite cafe, getting each of your favorite breakfasts as well as drinks. As you were leaving you quite literally ran into someone.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You blurted out in apology.
You looked up, seeing Marcus. “Oh,” You let out in realization. “Hey,” You murmured.
“Hey, did you get my messages, I was actually gonna get you breakfast, but I guess you beat me,” He gestured to the bag of food in your hands. “Yeah, uh, we should probably get some napkins to clean that up,” You gestured to his wet shirt.
“Yeah,” He murmured.
You grabbed a handful of napkins patting them against Marcus’s wet shirt. “I should probably let you-”
“Yeah,” He said, taking the napkins from your hand.
“I uh, why don’t I buy you another drink, since you spilled the other one,” Marcus offered once he had finished somewhat drying his shirt. “Uh, no that’s okay, really.” You responded.
“Okay, well uh, can we talk then?” He questioned.
“About?”
“Us, y’know and everything that happened last night…” He muttered.
“I mean, what’s there to talk about? Whatever we were doing is over, Ginny dumped you, you were drunk, Ginny slapped the shit out of me, and hopes we rot in hell, did I miss anything?” You questioned.
“I think you covered almost all of it, besides the part where I said I heard you say you love me, yeah that little part?”
“Yeah, no, we’re- we're not doing this again, goodbye, Marcus.” You said, grabbing your food, and Padma’s drink before leaving the cafe. You made your way to your car, hearing Marcus behind you. “I don’t understand, why you can’t just admit it, Y/n, I heard you.”
“Why does it matter, Marcus? Is this like some sick game to you? Do you want me to admit it so you can break my heart by telling me you don’t love me, Marcus, is that it? Because I got that last night when you said I was ‘just there’ and honestly, I don’t care, truly.”
“I- I shouldn’t have said that Y/n, I was just trying to calm Ginny, alright?”
“Why? Did you ever even care about her, I mean you spent more than half of your guy’s relationship cheating on her. Your probably spent our entire relationship cheating on me too.” You murmured the last sent quietly. As you continued to make your way to your car, putting your probably now cold breakfast in the car.
“I do care about Ginny, I-I never meant to hurt her, I just…”
“Cheated on her, yeah, cause that truly shows how much you cared about her.” You sarcastically muttered.
“No, and I never cheated on you, Y/n, I promise.”
“Mhmm,”
“Alright are we done with this conversation, now, Marcus?” You said, a sigh slipping from your lips.
“No, I want you to be honest with me, okay? Do you still love me, Y/n?” He implored.
“Oh my god, I cannot deal with this right now,” You whispered your head leaning against the glass window of your car, eyes shut tightly. Why was he being so stubborn about this?
“Look at me, Y/n,” He said turning you by the arm to face him. His eyebrows were raised in questioning, as he stared deeply into your eyes. You glanced away from his eyes that were practically piercing into your own, trying to pry the truth from you.
“No, Marcus.” You said, voice slightly getting higher.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care, believe what you want. I-”
“Say it,” He challenged.
“No, I’m not doing this…”
Marcus snatched your keys from your hands.
“Marcus, give me back my keys, right now.”
“No, not until you’re honest with me.
“Marcus, I don’t have time for this, seriously give me back my fucking keys, you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”
He stayed silent.
“Marcus, why are you doing this?” You murmured practically pleading.
“Because Y/n, you keep denying it, but I know you’re lying. I want you to be honest with me and yourself.”
You glanced down at the pavement, shaking your head. “Fine,” you muttered meeting his eyes, “I’m still in love with you, you fucking asshole, okay? Why else would I have ever agreed to be your fuck buddy, Marcus? Because that was the only way I could have you. Because for some reason I’m fucking crazy and can’t get over you. And I know what we did was wrong and I feel like shit whenever I think about how much we hurt Ginny. I know I’m a terrible person, I know I’m a slut, a homewrecker whatever word you wanna use. You happy? Is this what you wanted me to admit? So you could gloat, or tell me how much of a fuck you don’t give about me? Because I already know Marcus. I mean it took you, what, a month to get over me and get with Ginny? A-and you know what hurts the most is that, I don’t think you ever really loved me. I mean really, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Great way to end things with someone. But don’t worry, I’ll eventually get over you, and I can’t wait for the day to come. There, I said it, now give me my keys.” You said as tears streamed down your face, lips trembling.
“Y/n/n…” Marcus murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Don’t call me that, and please don’t touch me.” You said as you shrugged his hand off. While Marcus was in thought, you snatched your keys back, making your way to the driver door.
“Y/n wait! God, I have so much to say…” He muttered.
“I just wanna go home, Marcus, okay?” You whimpered, tears falling from your eyes, still.
“Wait, bub, please, I’m sorry, about everything, okay? The whole reason I did all this, because I started all this, was because I’m still in love with you too. Okay? I don’t want you to get over me, ever, because I’m not over you. And I was a fucking idiot for ever letting you go, I know that. And the fact that you could ever think that I didn’t love you, makes me so fucking sad because you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, Y/n/n. And I’m sorry I didn’t show you as well as I should’ve. I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess, I should’ve never cheated on Ginny with you. I should’ve ended things with her and tried to fix things with you. You’re not a slut, and I don’t want you to ever call yourself anything remotely similar to that word, because you’re not. All that happened was my fault, I knew what I was doing, okay, it’s on me. I’m really fucking sorry, bub, for everything.” He responded, tears filling his own eyes.
“This doesn’t fix anything, Marcus,” You shook your head.
“Your words are everything that I’ve dreamed of hearing since you broke up with me, but they're just that. Words, empty promises. Actions are what show me change, they’re what fix things. You may say you love me Marcus, but you never show me. Each night we spent together, I never wanted to go to sleep because I knew in the morning you’d be gone, and I’d be left alone with my heart broken once again. Because you weren’t with me, you were with Ginny. Do you realize how much that hurt me? Yet I still kept going back to you, because clearly, something’s fucking wrong with me,” You laughed through your tears.
“No matter how much I love you Marcus, I can’t be with you. I’m only going to end up getting hurt, again. I mean I’m the other woman, and cheaters always cheat. You’d probably end up doing the same thing to me that we did to Ginny because we both had a part in hurting her. It wasn’t just you.”
“No, Y/n the only reason I cheated on Ginny, was because I’m still in love with you! I would never do that to you…”
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A/N: this is really bad sorry y’all I rushed this bc I wanted to post something for y’all because I haven’t posted in like 2 weeks, sorry about that :(((
I was gonna add a little more to this today but I started my period and literally everything hurts 🥹😭 so um I just decided I’d post this as it is or else I probably wouldn’t have been able to get this out for another few days.
I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, it’ll probably be out this upcoming weekend hopefully!
Also I had this idea 💡,
EXPLANATION of IDEA (mentions of SA, percy hynes): lmk what y’all think about it or if you’d like me to write something for it but, I came late into the Wednesday fandom, like when all the Percy allegations and cancel Percy stuff was at its peak. However I love Xavier Thorpe, for me it’s very easy to separate character from actor, just because I’ve always kind of stuck to reading fanfic about actors characters and not them because I just feel weird kinda reading fanfics about the actors. Anyways I don’t really know anything about the allegations just that they involve SA. So, I’m not going to get into whether or not I think Percy is guilty or not bc Idk enough to form an opinion.
That being said, in a way, I think Marcus and Xavier, are similar characters, they both have that “tortured artist” thing going on, they both stick to themselves I feel like and overalll I just think the characters are similar. As for the actors IDK, bc idk them.
So my idea is to basically use Marcus or Felix as a FC for Xavier Thorpe! PLEASE, I’m begging y’all to lmk ur thoughts on this. Sorry this A/N is so long but yeah bc I really am tempted to write something for Xavier. or maybe I'll just write for xavier and y'all can imagine whoever you want whether that's percy, or whoever else!
#xavier thorpe#marcus baker smut#ginny x marcus#marcus baker x you#marcus baker x reader#ginny and marcus#ginny and georgia#ginny miller#marcus baker#felix mallard#marcus baker imagine#marcusbakerblurb#marcusbakerfic#oneshot#wednesday#netflix ginny and georgia#ginny and georgia netflix#twmasterlist#angst fic
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The Chain As Incorrect Quotes And Silly Drabbles
Is this just mainly Starkid/Trail To Oregon quotes to try and get me past my writers block? Yes.
Incorrect Quotes
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Before the chain had Wild to cook for them.
Warriors: “I can’t control when the stuff breaks. They’re just tiny little acts of Hylia.”
Time, done with everything: “Oh, my good friend Hylia is at it again, is she?” He walks over to Warriors and bends slightly so they’re at eye level. “Well, if *Hylia* keeps goofing off like this, I’m going to murder Hylia and chop her up into tiny little pieces. And I’m going to feed them to these starving heroes!”
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Time, Legend or Wild when anything goes horribly wrong: “Sometimes Hylia, is a vicious two-faced prick.”
Sky, in the background: O-O
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Wild, talking about his death: “I didn’t see a white light. I just saw a skeleton in a robe going ‘Come here. Come here.’”
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The chain heading into a fight.
Hyrule: “What if this fight kills one of us?! Like you or Time, or Wild?”
Legend, trying to lighten the mood: “Oh well, if Wild dies, that’s just Hylia’s will, sorry Wild.”
Wild: “Oh, that’s okay. When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
*Brief pause*
Wild: “You’re talking about the shitter, right?”
*** (I used incorrect quote generators for these next ones.)
Wild: “Rules are made to be broken.”
Time: “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.”
Twilight: “Uh, piñatas.”
Sky: “Glow sticks.”
Wind: “Karate boards.”
Legend: “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.”
Wild: “Rules.”
Time: “…Why do I even bother?”
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Wild: “I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth.”
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Wild: “Time for plan G.”
Time: “Don’t you mean plan B?”
Wild: “No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.”
Twilight: “What about plan D?”
Wild: “Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.”
Sky: “What about plan E?”
Wild: “I’m hoping not to use it. Warriors dies in plan E.”
Legend: “I like plan E.”
***
The chain have taken refuge from a thunderstorm in Wild’s Hyrule in one of the shrines.
Wild, recording on the Shiekah Slate to send to Zelda: “Stuck in a shrine elevator because Wind decided to jump.”
Everyone, except Wind: “Fucking mint.”
Wild: “Hyrule has had three panic attacks in ten minutes.”
Everyone, except Hyrule: “Fucking mint.”
Wild: “Twilight hasn’t said anything since we got stuck.”
Everyone, except Twilight: “Fucking mint.”
Wild: “Legend’s getting annoyed and yelling the whole time.”
Everyone, expect Legend: “Fucking mint.”
Wild: “Sky has just been playing the harp and praying to Hylia.”
Everyone, except Sky: “Fucking mint.”
Wild: “Four has to pee so bad he might get a bladder infection.”
Everyone, except Four: “Fucking mint”
Wild: “And Time’s the one we’re gonna blame because he’s old.”
Everyone, except Time: “Fucking Mint!”
Time, completely done with all of them: “Why me?”
(Meanwhile Warriors is stuck outside wondering what the fuck is taking Wild so long to come back and let him in.)
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Drabbles
(I used she/her pronouns to refer to Wild in this Drabble so I guess it could be read as female!Wild, trans!Wild, or Genderfluid!Wild. It’s up to you. Also trigger warnings for harassment/mentions of harassment.)
The chain had been in Wild’s Hyrule for around a week now and were travelling to Gerudo Town. They’d heard news of more black blooded monsters in the region and decided to take them out before they caused anymore damage.
They had been trudging past the walls of Gerudo Town when someone called out to them and Wild immediately stopped walking and groaned, loudly and dramatically as she tipped her head backwards.
“Who is that?” Four asked as the group watched the man slowly run up to them.
“A creep who’s convinced that we’re dating because I did a job for him.” Wild groaned as she turned to face him. “Hello Bozai.”
“Ah, my desert flower, there you are. Why, I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where in Hyrule have you been?”
“I’ve been travelling, Bozai. Now what do you want?” It was odd to see Wild being so blunt and to the point, but nobody could blame her at this point.
“I wanted to see you, my love. I haven’t seen you since you returned from finding the Eighth Heroine’s sword.”
“I’ve been busy. I have to go now.” Wild started to turn away before Bozai side stepped into her view again and tried to take Wild’s hands in his before she sharply pulled out of his grip. The rest of the chain stiffened at how clueless the man was being.
“Wait a minute! I haven’t seen you in months and you’re just leaving me again.”
“Yes.”
“Well, that isn’t fair. I thought we had a connection. You went out of your way to find the Eightth Heroine’s sword for me.”
“Yes, I did. However, I only found the sword because you offered me the snow boots in return. That’s it. No more, no less.”
But Bozai’s face suddenly lit up and he laughed. “Oh, I see what you’re doing. You know me so well, I love it when you play hard to get, darling.” He made an attempt to grab at Wild’s hand again, but she stepped backwards towards the safety of the, blantantly pissed off, chain behind her.
Twilight had had enough. This guy was a creep and was clearly fine ignoring basic boundaries when he didn’t get his way. Fed up, Twilight stepped forwards and spoke.
“Sir, let me be perfectly clear. She has said ‘no’ multiple times, but you’ve ignored that so here’s my take on this.” He wrapped an arm around Bonzai’s shoulders and squeezed it just enough to be uncomfortable, before turning and gesturing at Wild.
“Now, you see that girl right there? Our mother made her out of her blood and her flesh, her sweat and her tears. And I love her more than the waking world,” Twilight’s voice hardened, losing the light tone it had had before. “But I will smother her in her sleep before I see her ruin herself with some thing,” Twilight gestured up and down at Bozai. “Like you.”
“So you better just run along now 'cause you'd have better luck sticking your pecker in a cactus.” He finished, leaving almost everyone speechless.
Bonzai glared for a moment before shoving himself out of Twilight’s grip and running off to continue his laps around the walls of Gerudo Town.
The chain were able to hold it together until Bozai ran around a corner and disappeared out of sight. They all looked round at each other and that’s when the dam broke. They all started laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.
“Did you see his face!” Wind cried out as he doubled over and almost tipped face first into the sand.
“He’s never going to bother me again. I fucking love you, Twi!” Wild said as tears of laughter ran down her cheeks.
By the time the chain had managed to calm down, Bozai had turned the corner and came into view again, causing another laughing fit.
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This is a minor add on to my previous oneshot called ‘What do you have? A rock. NO!” because I missed arguably the funniest part of the joke and I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to correct it.
* (Five minutes later) *
Hyrule turned and absent mindedly handed the fire rod in his hands to the person next to him. Not stopping to think that that person was Wild.
Wild, who had never seen a fire rod before.
Once it was in his hands, he stopped. He poked it with one finger, wiggled it back and forth, before shrugging and bringing it up to his mouth.
“No!” Everyone screamed as they realised what he was doing. Time almost fell into the camp fire in his haste to grab the rod away from Wild.
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This is set in a post ‘Tears of the Kingdom’ AU where Wild had to leave the chain so he could deal with those events and came back later with more trauma and one less arm. So behold, an arm joke.
Time: “Hey can someone give me a hand with this?”
Wild: *without missing a beat or even thinking about it, takes off his arm and holds it out to Time*
Everyone: *either staring at Wild in horror or yelling, no inbetween*
Wild: “Oh shit! I didn’t tell you guys that my arm got burnt off by Ganon, did I? Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
Everyone: “YOUR ARM GOT WHAT BY WHO!?”
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#legend of zelda#linked universe#link#linked universe incorrect quotes#wild#Sky#wind#warriors#time#twilight#four#Hyrule#legend
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hi! i saw that your requests were open and i was wondering if you’d write a yuumori piece?
i’m thinking either for william and/or sherlock where it takes place after the 3 years skip and they come back to find that their wife has a baby/toddler and has gotten really close with their brother. They think that she moved on from them and married their brother and had a kid with him and get all huffy and jealous and sad. And it doesn’t help that the kid looks exactly like their brother (and them too but they’re too sad/grieving for their marriage to notice)
what ACTUALLY happened was that Y/N found out she was pregnant after they had “died” and louis/mycroft decided to act as a makeshift father and “husband figure” for Y/N and the baby (though everything is strictly platonic between louis/mycroft and Y/N) cause living as a single mom back then would’ve been hard and they also want to be there for their niece/nephew. and Y/N always told their kid stories and stuff about their real father and it’s just some real sad angst turned into sweet family reunion fluff? thanks! ❤️
REUNITED - SHERLOCK HOLMES X READER
Warnings : this is set after the timeskip, Sherlock is kind of an asshole at certain points, accusations of infidelity, this is not proofread as usual, reader is female and uses she/her pronouns!
Genre : heavy angst to fluff whewww
Word count : 2.2K words (not sorry)
Additional notes : I really don’t know where to start. I’m so sorry it took me a ridiculously long time to get to this, but as soon as I finished my finals, I contracted COVID 🥹 Actually I’m still sick as we speak, but hopefully this wasn’t too effed up🫠 Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this, because I absolutely adored writing it!
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Sherlock Holmes was a million things. Stubborn, obstinate, headstrong, and absolutely bullheaded? Certainly. Inquisitive, deeply thinking, and brimming with a curiosity that could never be sated? Definitely. Ultimately kind-hearted at times, rather drawn to souls with soft corners to their jagged personalities, and unconditionally loving when he allowed himself the luxury of affection? Unquestionably.
He was all those things and more, and he thought he knew himself pretty damn well—but he certainly hadn’t expected to think himself a fool. At times foolish; yes, but not a blundering idiot that misplaced his trust in others. Never that. But then again, what else would he call himself, with the sight that stood in front of him?
Unless his eyesight had turned drastically poor and he wasn’t seeing things right, there was his wife, seated next to the head of the table, looking so sweet that it sent his heart barreling in his chest. Any blooming adoration was dampened, however, by the fact that she’d left her dinner plate to coo at a little child at her side, napkin dabbing at the squirming toddler’s chin, and the fact that the seat at the head of the table was occupied by none other than Mycroft, who’d sported a few more lines to his face than he’d last recalled he had.
It took them mere seconds to notice his presence, and for the sound of utensils clanging as they dropped to register amidst the pang of betrayal and utter heartbreak that resounded in him.
“Sherly?” came her quivering voice, disbelief tinging the nickname that had once brought immeasurable joy into his life, and now only left a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn’t bear to meet her eyes, instead swiveling his head around and watching his older brother, whose shocked expression mirrored hers.
Instead of addressing any obvious elephant in the room, all Mycroft asked was, “How’d you get in?” to which Sherlock pulled out a key from his back pocket.
“Not quite diligent of you, brother, leaving the key under the potted plant by the windowsill,” try as he might, he couldn’t fight the bitterness out of his voice, and all he could do was attempt to look at anything else but the apparently happy couple that had hurriedly stood up, abandoning their half-eaten red flannel hash and peas.
A rather horrible decision, really, since his eyes landed on the toddler who’d currently cocked his head curiously at the stranger he was. And the first sickening thought that entered his mind was how utterly identical the little kid was to his older brother. The same narrow dark eyes, the same tousled bluish hair, and even the same finely drawn lips—there was no doubt remaining in Sherlock’s mind that this child was his nephew.
A chuckle came from behind him, “First time seeing your brother in three years after you were presumed dead, and the first words out of your mouth are an admonition? You’ve certainly grown up.”
“Yes, well, I hope my arrival hasn’t put a damper on your lovely date night,” came his curt reply, though he tried to force a half-smile on his face afterwards as a sort of compensation, “I see you’ve been faring well,” the man turned to briefly face his lover—well, ex-lover now he supposed, “The both of you. And the little boy. Certainly hadn’t thought I’d be made an uncle so young.”
It was all Sherlock could do to prevent himself from clawing at his chest, the sharp pain climbing up his throat and stinging every nerve he had, urging him to burst into horrible, absolutely ugly tears that he was currently just barely holding back. He had to feign at least some dignity and nonchalance.
At that, the woman he’d once thought he knew furrowed her eyebrows.
“Uncle? Sherly—“
“Please, Mrs. Holmes,” his voice held a certain finality as he held his hand up, and he somehow managed to swallow past the lump in his throat, “I would rather not have this conversation in front of him. Or at all, for that matter.”
And though every part of him begged to clutch at her arms and swoop her into his, the ebony-haired man turned to look the other way despite her slightly-hurt look, leaving her to gently speak to the confused-looking child in a low voice and pick him up as she walked off into another room. He refused to even think of sneaking a look at her fingers and wondering if the ring Mycroft must’ve bought her was any better than the one he’d barely managed to save up for.
Mycroft. Of course it had to be Mycroft, he bitterly thought to himself, as said man stiffly guided him to the sitting room, Mycroft whom he’d never managed to and never will best. Mycroft, with his much tidier hair, deeper set eyes, calmer visage, and regal features. Mycroft, with his unmatched maturity that somehow fit perfectly with his occasional smiles that he’d always trusted in. Mycroft, with his massive build and unwavering loyalty that his own apparent-fickleness could never compare to. Mycroft, who’d always (unknowingly) charmed ladies and gentlemen alike at the times he himself could only ever strike annoyance in others.
Mycroft, who’d always been so prim and promer—of course he’d never measure up to him. He’d never quite been enough; he really should’ve known better than to trust the insurmountable love that had blinded him—
“Sherlock, I think there’s been a… misunderstanding of sorts.”
“Rather charming child he is, isn’t he?” the faux cheer in his voice as he interrupted his older brother couldn’t fool anyone as he studied the baby pictures on the fireplace, “Your son takes after you quite a bit.”
Mycroft sighed, crossing his legs, “It really isn’t that—“
“Better hope he’d have a bit more loyalty and faithfulness than his father, though,” he hummed, though the look on his face could only be described as utterly miserable, “Never quite liked chaps who were too full of themselves and went and backstabbed their friends and families.”
“Oh, honestly,” exasperation seeped through the man’s words as he attempted to get a word in edgewise, “Pull your head out of your dramatic arse and listen to me.”
If not for anything else, Sherlock was stunned into silence by the older man’s uncharacteristic foul language. Sharp eyes found his, and though the bitterness still clutched at his heart and heartbreak still clouded his vision, he clenched his fists as he could only see earnestness in his eyes.
“He’s yours,” Mycroft slowly said, letting the words sink in, “You’re the father.”
Silence enveloped them, and the air was thick with an inexplicable sort of tension. No words were spoken, as Sherlock’s face turned expressionless as the gears in his head set to work.
“That’s not possible,” he scoffed, his tone snarky, “She wasn’t pregnant before… before it happened.”
“That’s what we thought, didn’t we?” a soft sigh came from behind him, and he whipped around to see the woman he’d once embraced so hard he’d had no idea where he ended and she began, standing at the doorway with her arms folded, “Barely a month after you disappeared, I went to see a doctor for my repeated dizzy spells, only to have him confirm that I was with child. Just two months along.”
With careful strides, she took a seat by the fireplace, regarding the way Sherlock’s features began to contort into a look of offended fury.
“So, you decided to just go ahead and court my wife because I was presumed dead?” he rolled his eyes, once again turning away from the familiar gentle face that stirred up all the memories of nightly embraces and warm words whispered, “Ex-wife, it seems. Have you been comfortable playing the role of doting husband and father, Mycroft?”
“You know damn well he’d never do that, Sherlock,” she finally snapped, quickly making her way over to his side and cornering him on the couch, arms resting at both sides of his head, “Mycroft saved us from a world of misery. He protected both my reputation as a widow, and our son’s happiness. So he could grow up surrounded by the sort of love only a father figure could give.”
“I’m not quite sure you’ve noticed, but that’s the definition of playing father and husband,” Sherlock’s eyes were burning, and he knew that the cause wasn’t just the anger bubbling inside of him, but the tears that he held back, “With the actual father and first husband gone, he’d finally step in.”
“What did you expect me to do, leave them out on the streets so that the ‘Ton could dig into their flesh?” Mycroft’s interruption was scathing, but not untrue, and his harsh scowl let up as he spoke again, “I made it clear to him from the start that I was a concerned uncle, nothing more, nothing less. I wanted to be there for my nephew.”
“And I’d never let a day pass without telling him about how wonderful and brilliant his papa was—is,” she corrected herself, a sad look settling in her eyes as she did, “Even when I was all alone in bed with nothing to keep me company but the baby’s kicks against my belly, I spoke to him and told him of how lucky I’d been to have found you,” she paused, swallowing thickly, and he could feel his heart thudding in his chest at the sight of her looking so beautiful and yet so heartbreakingly distraught, “How sorry I was that he’d probably never get the chance to meet the incredible man you are.”
“Sherly,” his brother’s voice was soft once again, and the gentleness in it had him nearly gasping for breath, trying to blink back his tears as he met his eyes, “I would’ve never forgiven myself if I’d left them to fend for their own. I owed that much to you.”
Harshly gulping, Sherlock unclenched his fists, knuckles a little sore, “And… there’s nothing going on between the two of you?”
Fervently shaking her head, the woman he thought to be the most wondrous in the world cupped his cheeks in hers. Under any other circumstances, perhaps he’d have felt embarrassed of such a display of affection in front of Mycroft, but he currently could only let himself lean into the touch he’d gone three achingly long years without.
“Never had, and never will,” she firmly replied, “I was too busy mourning to ever think of anyone else. I knew I’d only ever have eyes for you, come what may.”
“I’ve never laid eyes upon her in a way a brother wouldn’t,” Mycroft insisted, driving the point home clear, his large, calloused hand resting on his younger brother’s shoulder reassuringly, “And we’ve slept in entirely different wings the whole time.”
“B-but, he looks so much like you,” Sherlock weakly protested, looking up at the man whose expression seemed annoyed at the remark.
“How you could be so bright and yet so painstakingly thick at the same time is beyond me,” he muttered under his breath, walking away as he said something about this being outside his area of expertise, at the same time his beloved chuckled lightly, her laugh fanning the flames that were being rekindled in his heart—or rather, the ones that had never died.
With her dazzling smile, her fingers brushed his cheeks, which he only now realized had grown damp, and her voice was filled with amusement as her eyes brimmed with a fondness he’d so desperately missed.
“Silly,” she breathed out, “I think you’ve forgotten how uncannily similar you and Mycroft always had looked, especially as kids.”
Sniffling, Sherlock tried his best to weakly make a joke, “Not exactly the most reassuring thing to say.”
“Why not?” she looked genuinely confused as she delicately wiped his falling tears away; the tears he could no longer be bothered to hold back when the emotional turmoil had gotten the best of him and tugged forth every feeling he’d tried to silence.
With a watery half-laugh, he explained, “Well, what if you found him just as dashing?”
“You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, now, are you?” still cradling his warm skin like one would to an invaluable treasure, she hesitated for a second before lowering herself onto his lap, the new proximity causing Sherlock’s breath to hitch in his throat like a teenager’s would.
Arching his brow (despite knowing he looked anything but intimidating at the moment), he quipped, “Twice in a row I’ve had my intelligence insulted.”
“Well, only an idiot would think I’d ever think of comparing the man who has me so smitten with anyone else,” her hands slowly traced down a path to the back of his neck, hooking around the corded muscle, and he could see his longing and lovesick reflection in her eyes, “No matter how alike you might look, I’ll always see the world of a difference between you and him.”
He cautiously leaned in, hope bursting at the seams under his skin; hope that all was in fact not lost, hope that he could still grasp her between his fingers and not have her slip away. “A good difference, I’d wager?”
And now that they were so close he could retrace every single dot and line he’d almost but not quite forgotten, he could see the glint of gold deep down her neckline; the metallic hue of the wedding ring he’d labored so hard to afford hooked on a thin chain around their neck and hidden underneath her clothes.
If she saw the tears dripping down his face, she made no comment on it, instead murmuring against his lips, “The best kind.”
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I’m Ferris - Robin Buckley x reader
A/N - This took me a while because I wrote one half of it then had to do interviews and trial shifts for a fulltime job (which i now have yay) while still working my current job. So life was kind of hectic and i had to take a lil break from writing stuff. But I am back and it is with another wlw work - we love to see it. I currently have two Eddie things in the works right now so those should hopefully be out soon.
Warnings - none, female reader so if you use gender neutral pronouns it might be uncomfy??
word count - 1.2k
You got the snacks and Robin picked up the movie before she finished work, that’s it always worked on a Friday night in Hawkins. You would go pick up Robin from work, drive to her house and have the whole night just the two of you. It was the night Robin’s parents both worked late and she claimed to not like being in the house by herself, which you understood. You would have picked up Steve too but he has a date almost every night at the moment, being the Cassanova of Indiana was a full-time job and it was a job he seemed to take seriously. With this it became normal for you to be sitting in your car near the arcade and Family Video listening to the radio, you didn’t enjoy silence too much as it let your thoughts take over too much. The current thought you were trying to avoid was of the feeling you felt this same day last week, a feeling you hadn’t felt before around anyone. You don’t exactly know what the feeling is but your insides felt like jelly and what you can only describe as tiny little fireworks were going off in your head, filling your head with pink and yellows. You don’t know why but the feeling has made you nervous around Robin in general since you felt it, you are now even more worried since you are going to be alone with her without any distractions other than the movie she may have picked out. It would need to be the best movie in the world to distract you from her tonight.
Your thoughts are interupted by the opening of your car door. “AHHH, oh it’s you.”
“Yes, it’s me. I picked out that movie that everyone was talking about when it first came out, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. It’s meant to be about a group of kids skipping school? I know it sounds lame but apparently its good.” She must be nervous too she is doing that word vomit thing she used to do around Vickie. You try to throw her a lifeline, “You have never picked a bad movie yet, Robin. I trust your taste, hell it’s your job to know what someone would enjoy.” You look at her before putting your hand on the keys, still in the ignition. “Ready to roll?” She nods while reaching for the volume on the radio.
Robins house felt more home than your own if you were honest with yourself. It always felt warm and inviting, although that could be because of who you are always there with, it always felt like a space you could actually be yourself without worrying about what is going on in the outside world. A safe space. You had sorted all the snacks on Robin’s coffee table while she sorted out drinks in the kitchen. Your current task was making a nest on the couch for you both to be comfy in, blankets and pillows almost making a fort on the couch. Once you had gotten the last blanket situated Robin walked into the room, a drink in each hand.
The movie starts and you are enjoying the feeling in the room, both you and Robin just being in each others company in silence. It feels calm and relaxing until you feel Robin’s eyes staring a hole into your temple. You turn to look at her and her face is the most serious you have ever seen it, even more serious than the time you told her you had never watched a foreign movie. “You’re not enjoying the movie are you? You haven’t done that laugh thing you do.” With what she said you expected a smile to crack onto her face, she must be joking because you have no idea what she is talking about. “Okay, first of all, what ‘laugh thing’? And I am enjoying the movie, the character dynamics are just throwing me off a little bit thats all.” A small frown appears on her lips, “You always touch my leg when you properly laugh at a movie, the longer you hold onto my leg-” She points to her thigh “-the more I know you find a certain part funny.” She keeps her eyes glued onto yours as she can see you processing what you have just heard. Seemingly so she knows when to add on, “What’s wrong with the character dynamics?” You turn to look at the screen, watching Cameron and Ferris interact. “They just seem more like a couple to me, or like people that like each other more than friends.” You turn back around to Robin, her head now slightly turned to the side, reminding you of a puppy that isnt quite sure of what it has heard. “What makes you see them that way?” Now it is your turn for a small frown to show on your features. You aren’t quite sure on how to phrase this without exposing yourself, you aren’t a movie buff like Robin so you can’t be 100% sure on if you are projecting into the characters but you are almost certain that they are in love with each other, in love with their best friend but just don’t know how to put it into words. Scared to tell the other out of fear of both rejection and loosing the person they care about all at once.
You take a breath and turn towards the screen.
“They just act how friends act when they like each other, they push each other out of their comfort zone and do things that would be considered a date if anyone else asked them to. The only reason it isn’t is because they haven’t said their feelings out loud.” Your mouth has never felt so dry, you lean forward to get a drink. If you just take a drink it means you won’t need to see Robin’s face of horror and you won’t need to say anything. Yeah this is all gonna be okay if you just take a drink, enjoy your last moments of having a best friend. But while you have your glass to your mouth Robin doesn’t say anything. When you put the glass down and sit back up, Robin still doesn’t say anything. You have killed your friendship that much that you’ve killed her - that must be it. You brace yourself for the worst and turn to face Robin.
“You know, Max told me we should watch this movie because she said it reminded him of us.” There’s a look in her eyes you have never seen before, but the tone of her voice is making you feel safe. She tends to make you feel that way but right now its tenfold.
“I agree with her, it does kind of remind her of you and me.”
A smile breaks out on her face, “It reminds me of us too.”
There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. You find yourself leening forward slowly, closing the already small space between your faces. Her eyes flicker down to your lips and you take that as a sign to press your lips lightly against hers, a feather-like kiss. She puts her hand on your cheek and pulls you in again. Both of your pent up feelings being released through one single moment of physical touch. You pull away from each other and she looks you in the eyes, a cheesy grin on her face as she says “I’m Ferris”
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My undeniable love♡
A/N: In this story the main character uses the pronouns she/her.
BONTEN RAN X Female Y/N L/N
Warning: cursing
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"Y/N? I hate to inform you but lack of hard work can get you fired." Your manager Yuko noticed that you've been quite tired from your job, the worst part is, your boss isn't that generous with skipping work unless it's a valid excuse. You work at a cafe as the waitress for people and you haven't been so careful, what makes your job harder is that you travel with roller skates. Yes, roller skates. Though it may seem fun, it's hard because you try not to fall especially when your tired makes it even harder.
"Y/N..If you're not feeling well you can always ask the boss for a break. I worry about you y'know? You're not alone.." Yuko actually seems genuinely worried and when Yuko suggests something, it always ends up being the best option. "Hm...Maybe I will.." People find you emotionless, careless, doesn't take anything seriously, and tired. Yuko on the other hand is energetic, full of smiles, kind, good reputation, and popular probably due to how kind and smart she is. "Please ask boss to rest" "Okay I will" Yuko is so kind, I can't match her nor her energy. But somehow we make the best duo, a emotionless young girl, with a energetic golden star.
"Are you able handle my shift?" I cross my arms not because I'm mad, I'm really not. I just have a habit to cross my arms for some reason. "Yeah of course, Don't underestimate me!" Her smiles are so angelic, even if she tried to be threatening, she can never succeed. Not like she has the guts to kill someone for no reason. I sigh and walk away to the bosses office not even nervous of getting yelled at. ~Knock knock knock~. I knock on the door waiting for an answer. "Come in" a cold voice from the other side definitely tells that the boss doesn't want to be bothered but I open the door anyways. I close the door behind me and walk up to the boss and bow. "Sir, I haven't been feeling as my normal self. I would like to know if I am able to take a break? Working in the VIP lounge has been really overwhelming." Silence fills the room "So you want me to resign you to a different shift?" He lifts an eyebrow like he's missing something. "No sir-" "Hajime" Talk about rude, he interrupted me in the middle of speaking. Not gonna lie, Kokonoi Hajime sound like a expensive, but cereal worthy name. "Mr. Hajime owner of Rosa Delaware cafe, I would like to take a couple of days off"
Koko looks at me and smirks "Y'know, you are a hard worker... I will only make your wish come true if you do one request.." His smirk makes me want to kick him in his dumbass face. "What type of request, Mr. Hajime" "As you may know, I take place in a very famous gang, right? I need you to be my assistant for this party, eh?" He sticks his tongue out like he's daring me to try him "Will I be able to talk to you in my sense of language, not 'professional talk'?" I grin at the man in front of me. "Sure, do as you like" He shrugs like it's nothing. "Kokonoi, why the hell are you asking me to do this?"
"First of all, call me Koko. Second of all, because you're a fighter and a 'congrats, I almost gave a fuck' type of girl." Wow, he wasn't even bothered by the fact I called him by his first name.
"Okay millionaire, I'm in." I'm about to leave when Koko speaks again. "Great, because the party starts tomorrow at 9:30pm. I'll give you my black card and I trust you enough to buy anything you need for the party and anything you want for yourself, got it?" Your eyes widened that you're actually going to hold a BLACK CARD but your expression turns back into a cold expression. "Okay".
You walk to where Yuko it cleaning and say "Get ready at 2:00 after work, we're going on a shopping spree" you show Yuko the black card and she gasps, you just stick your tongue out like this was a daily routine.
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Helper
word count: 2147
Fandom: FNAF Security Breach
Pairing: Sundrop/Moondrop x Female!Reader
Pronouns: She/Her
Relationship: Romantic
Occupation: Daycare Helper
Ability: Animatronic Moon Jellyfish
The character was modeled after a moon jellyfish, so they are an oceanic type animatronic that mostly resided in the daycare to provide assistance when needed within the pizza plex. The appearance they adorn is that of a tall woman and the animalistic part of her design would be, other than a human like face, they would have a large bell (the blob of a jellyfish is called a bell or hood) on top of their head that would act as a large hat, and attached to the underside of the bell are the tentacles and stingers. They are not actually stingers, they help the character locate children and feel for their surroundings. The bell on top of their head also glow in the dark.
Keys:
[F/N]: Female Name
[B/C]: Base Color
[S/C]: Secondary Color
[F/C]: Favorite Color
[E/C]: Eye Color
Warnings: spoilers to those who haven’t seen fnaf sb
I have absolutely no clue how tall the animatronics are, so bear with me.
that is all.
“Helper” pt. 2, pt. 3
“Sundrop, allow me to introduce you to the new helper to the daycare.” Sundrop, the Daycare Attendant, stops in his movements and his beaming face turns to look over at where Officer Vanessa was when she entered the daycare. He happily skips over to her at the entrance and there he finally noticed the tall animatronic woman standing behind her, this woman loomed over Vanessa and had a soft smile present on her face “If you haven’t already noticed, this is [F/N] the Jellyfish. She’s going to be your aid here in the daycare, mostly because we’ve been getting complaints from the parents. Introduce yourself.” Vanessa said, stepping to the side to allow [F/N] to step forward, the animatronic woman does so and she directed her soft and kind smile towards Sundrop.
“Hello there, I am the animatronic [F/N] the Jellyfish. I hope I can be of some help for you, Daycare Attendant.” he had to raise his head because whoever built her made her quite tall, Freddy and Monty were taller than her since they stood at nine feet tall, but she was at least 8″3ft tall and much taller than he was. She wore a gorgeous [F/C] pencil skirt that was decorated with stars of all sizes that ended at her ankles with ruffles at the end and around her waist, a simple [S/C] blouse that had ruffles at the collar and wrists. She had a cravat around their neck with a [F/C] ringed speaker in the middle of it and simple white gloves, their skin was [B/C] and he couldn’t see her eyes since they were closed. What stood out about her appearance was the transparent bell that was a lighter shade of [B/C] that sat atop her head with the stingers and tentacles that hung by her side from the underside of the bell and a lighter shade of [S/C] hair that dropped down to below her waist “I wish for us to get along, Sundrop.”
“...” she raised a brow when she didn’t get an immediate answer, that was because Sundrop could not stop staring at [F/N] for the life of him, he was able to snap out of his day dreaming when Vanessa cleared her throat and gave him a warning glare “O-Oh, jeepers! My name is Sundrop, and I wish for us to get along too!” [F/N]’s smile widened and she lowered her head into a bow.
“Oh, how wonderful.” she lets out a whoa when he grabbed her hand and started shaking it up and down, she giggled softly at the gesture while Vanessa rolled her eyes.
“Good, now that you’ve introduce yourselves, get ready because the pizza plex opens in less than an hour.” [F/N] stood behind Sundrop, who gave Vanessa a droopy grin as he saluted.
“Yes, ma’am! Right away, ma’am!” she rolled her eyes once more before looking up at [F/N] this time.
“You know what you were programmed to do.” she nods her head.
“Of course.” Vanessa nods her head to her before walking out of the daycare, when they could no longer hear her footsteps, the two animatronics look at each other, each with their own smile on their face, one softer while the other was more energetic.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together, new friend!” Sundrop cheers happily, grabbing her hand and bouncing on his feet “We can finger paint! Tell stories! Do macaroni art! Make balloon animals! This is going to be a blast! But, I do have one rule: keep the lights on.” she hums at the way his tone progressively grew darker as he finished his sentence, though she already knew the reason.
“But of course, Sundrop. Rules are simply put out to keep others safe, no?” he beams up at her, now holding her hands with both of his, vigorously nodding his head.
“Yes, yes! I am so glad you agree with me.” introducing her to the children and parents wasn’t so hard either, the parents seemed to like her because she was more level headed and calm in comparison to Sundrop’s upbeat and cheerful personality, and she was quite adored by the children. Sundrop took care of the more boisterous children while [F/N] was left to handle the children who leaned over to the shyer and introverted side and children that overall needed to rest more than to play around.
“We cannot thank you enough, [F/N]. Our child has been a little overexerted after the performance that Glamgang put on and all the junk food they splurged on.” [F/N] offered the mother of the child she was currently caring for her kind smile.
“Of course, but I do advise that you monitor what your child consumes next time. Overeating food provided by Freddy Fazebear’s Mega Pizza Plex is not healthy for a young child.” the mother nodded her head.
“I’ll take your advice.” [F/N] bids the young child and her parents goodbye with a simple wave before she turns on her heels and makes her way over to the Security Desk, though she was not a security bot nor a security officer like the few human employees, she was programmed to keep on eye on the schedule and the few cameras within the daycare when needed. She picks up the clipboard and her eyes, that were closed, briefly open to see what was next “Naptime, hmm? Then I guess it’s time to meet Moondrop.” she places the clipboard down and proceeds to turn around but was stopped when a young boy grabbed her hand.
“Miss [F/N], Sundrop’s reading us a story and we all want you to participate!” he cheered, she nods softly and lets the young child lead her.
“How wonderful.” she sat amongst the few children attending the story telling, sitting in a side sit position with a few children laying against her. Sundrop returned after grabbing a book when he saw [F/N] waiting with the children, he was now even more excited to tell the story with [F/N] in attendance. Most of the children and the new animatronic would laugh at the silly voices Sundrop would use for the characters in the story, [F/N] would sometimes joy in by words of encouragement from the children when a female character was introduced. By the time the story had come to the end, the timer for the lights to turn off came and it was now naptime, and evidently, the time for Moondrop to make his appearance.
Sundrop’s AI shut down and Moondrop’s powered on, he blinked his eyes continuously until his vision came to him. He glanced around and noticed that the majority of the children were already dozing off, he tilted his head to the side in confusion because it usually took some time for the energetic children to fall asleep, and yet here he is and seeing that most of them were already asleep. The sound of humming soon came to his ears and he turned to see the newest animatronic, a child laying peacefully in her lap as a tune played out from the speaker in her cravat while she hummed along to the song, helping the children around her sleep.
“Naughty, naughty~” Moondrop mused, hoping from side to side as he approached the woman, who raised her head slightly at the sound of the voice “It is my job to care for the sleeping children. Who are you to replace me?” he reaches towards her, intent to harm this individual, but let out a choked noise when one of the hands that rest on her lap beside the child’s head shot over and grabbed him by the neck.
“Oh, and here I thought we could get along.” he let out a grunt when the bell on top of her head started to glow, she turned to look at him and her eyes that were closed opened and he got to see her beautiful eyes. Her scelra was like the galaxy while her iris’ were shaped like a diamond star that shun a bright shade of white, she then offers him her smile but hidden behind it was a smirk “I am [F/N] the Moon Jellyfish, let us hope we can work together.”
“You little--” she brought her free hand to her lips and shushed him softly, she points to the child sleeping on her lap as she tightened her grip on his neck.
“Shush now, we wouldn’t want to wake the children, now would we?” her eyes narrowed softly “Now, let us do our job together, why don’t we?” her grip tightened once more and he was forced to agree with her.
“... alright.” her kind smile returned to her lips as she gently put Moondrop down, who immediately raised his hands to his neck and caressed it, frowning slightly when he felt slight dents in the metal “You’re lucky Sun likes you.” she giggles softly.
“The feelings are mutual.” he huffs and turns around on his heel and starts caring for the other children that weren’t around [F/N], she merely shook her head and continued to play with the hair of the child sleeping in her lap, missing the way Moondrop started growing red in the face.
Headcanons:
[f/n] was essentially programmed to babysit sundrop lights on and manage moondrop lights off.
meaning; her model was designed to be strong enough to take care of moondrop if he ever got a little too aggressive, so when it came down to strength, she would be the third strongest out of all the animatronics.
first being monty, second being freddy, and third being herself.
vanessa would sometimes come to her whenever monty would get out of hand and have her calm the alligator down when he would have on of his temper tantrums and they got out of hand.
sometimes he would like to have arms wrestles with her.
he would never admit the fact that he struggles pushing her arm down.
anyways-
sundrop absolutely adores being by her side whenever they have to look after children together, whenever he has the chance to be around her, he does not hesitate to cling to her back and she would let him hang there as she monitors other children.
moondrop doesn’t like to admit that seeing her more snarky side is hot, cool. it’s a complete personality flip.
the first few lights out together was rocky. sometimes he would want to fight her to prove who was better, she’d have him in a lock under her arm in under a couple seconds.
he gave up pretty quickly.
she acts as a nightlight for the children that sings.
so he joins her when it’s naptime and leans against her big body and falls asleep to her songs, she didn’t let him live it down the first time he did it and would follow him around just to ask how it felt.
she gets along with glamrock freddy the best out of the glamrock gang, mostly because they both embody that parental figure. him being fatherly and her being motherly, they both enjoy each other’s company a lot and speak whenever she’s free from the daycare.
her and chica get along because [f/n] was also programmed to know how to cook, so she likes making certain dishes and have chica try them out. when she see’s chica eating garbage she scolds her.
her and roxy are a little complicated. more like neutral. roxy sometimes tries to one up [f/n] on multiple occasions, but most of the time [f/n] lets her wins during these competitions. though when [f/n] knows when roxy is having a tough time with her self esteem she helps the poor girl and together they style each other’s hair.
her and monty is funny. she acts quite motherly to him and often takes him to parts and services when he has one of his days just to check if he damaged himself in any way. monty doesn’t want to admit that he likes the doting attention he gets form her.
now for the game plot, when the lights turn off when gregory was in the daycare, [f/n] would awaken from where she was and protect gregory from moondrop.
she would act as a distraction to turn moondrop’s attention towards her while gregory turned on the generators, her eyes also allow her to see in the dark so she directs him to where some of the generators are.
and when sundrop bans gregory from the daycare she would bid the boy goodbye from behind sundrop.
and when the lights turn off at each hour mark, she would leave the daycare in order to protect gregory from moondrop and the occasional other animatronics.
other than that, she is the kind moon jellyfish animatronic that teaches children how to be humble and polite within the daycare.
basically, she’s a nanny for children and sundrop.
#fnaf security breach#sundrop#moondrop#glamrock freddy#montgomery gator#glamrock chica#roxanne wolf#vanessa#female!reader#fnaf security breach x female reader
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our final night alive
Eren Jaeger x Reader one shot.
Afab reader, gender neutral pronouns used!
Content Warning: angst & nsfw. Slight violence, first time blowjobs, first time vaginal sex. Not spoiler free, manga is preferred to have been read.
Posted on my ao3.
Summary: You and Eren become lovers, but he disappears years later and it causes conflict on your relationship. I’m bad at summaries I’m so sorry
5.9k words. This is posted on my phone I’m so sorry if the layout is ugly lol. First story posted on here!! :) Feedback is welcomed!
you and eren got together not long after annie was caught being the female titan. you, eren, armin and mikasa became close friends during your cadet days.
you shared a bunk with mikasa, and seeing as she was always focused on eren and armin, you were scared to become her friend because you were unsure if she even wanted friends. you and her became sparring partners during training one day and she, obviously, kept beating you. at some point, eren walks over and tells her to give you a break and so she apologizes to you. from that point on, you always saw eren as a life saver. yes, she kept dropping you to the ground so much to the point where you were in pain so eren saved you. you accepted her apology, of course, and you even got to ask her if you could be friends. mikasa shrugged, but eren answered for her: he said he’d like that. he introduced himself and he called for armin and you introduced yourselves. the four of you never thought you’d actually join their friend group. these were the first friends you made and you never felt happier in your life.
“y/n, what made you want to join the cadet corps? you never told us,” you remember armin asking you one day.
“oh… um… it’s a stupid reason. it’s not worth mentioning… it’ll make it seem like i’m a joke..”
“no reason is stupid. except for that horse face’s reason, that bastard is a coward!” eren said, screeching.
“um.. well as a kid, i was neglected by both my parents. they were so focused on my older brother joining the military police and so happy for him that they basically forgot about me a lot. they always called me a disappointment and such and it always made me feel like shit..”
“so you joined to prove to them you’re worthy?”
“what? hell no, i joined so i could get away from them. i was tired of being treated like i was a mistake child so my choices were either join the military to slowly kill myself or join the military to get away from my terrible parents. i honestly haven’t felt happy probably my whole life. but then i met you guys and now i feel like i have a purpose to be here? i want to protect you guys. all three of you…”
eren gives a slight smile and then it turns into a bright one. he leans to his left and wraps an arm around your shoulder and his other arm around armin and pulls them in. you and armin wrap one arm around mikasa and you all hug each other. you knew you were there to protect them all. even though mikasa is always there to try and protect eren, you know she needed someone to protect her, and you know for a fact someone had to be there for armin.
when discussing what branch of the military you guys were going to join, you four chose to join the scout regiment. then so much happened between when you talked about what you were going to join and graduating as cadets. there were days where you and eren would work together practicing and even though you were her friend, mikasa would keep watching you to make sure you wouldn’t get too close to him. she never told you that she would watch, but she was. when you and eren would spar, there’d be times where he’d pin you on the ground and straddle you with the wooden knife pointing to your neck. you started gaining a crush on eren, not knowing he was too, and you’d blush instead of defending yourself. at some point, you did push him right off of you and pin him instead, which resulted in him with a red face instead.
when switching partners, you sparred with armin next while eren went to reiner. instead of sparring armin, you tried teaching him moves since you knew he was fragile and it wouldn’t have been a fair fight. armin brought up the topic of you and eren.
“so, you and eren? i saw you guys being flustered while sparring.”
“w-w-what??? nooooo, i wasn't flustered???? no one was flustered, armin. haha..” way to be obvious, y/n.
armin giggles and immediately drops the conversation.
eventually, time passes and the colossal titan decides to return, bringing titans with it. cadets are to help kill titans. you ended up on another squad, but you remind yourself to keep in contact with eren and armin. you couldn't keep sight of mikasa being she was with the higher ups, but you tried. you remember crashing into armin with ymir and connie. that's when you find out that… eren got eaten by a titan. it broke your heart, you felt the pieces inside of you tearing apart. you tried being strong but.. tears started to fall. mikasa made her way and she found out too, armin screaming in tears of all the members in his squad who'd died. mikasa was silently angry, calling everyone cowards. she soars off with little gas, and you immediately chase after her. she flew away so quickly, you couldn’t catch up with her. you had to protect her, you promised to protect your friends. one is already gone, you couldn’t have another one disappear. if she disappears, how can you trust yourself to protect armin? after you all made it to the building, killed the titans inside and got to refilling your gases, you find out that the titan who was killing other titans was none other than eren, the kid you started to gain feelings for.
time skip to capturing annie, the female titan, you and eren had finally gotten alone time. a time to talk your feelings out as eren heals from his fight with her. you went to visit him when you know everyone already has, but when you know he was still awake. it’s been a few years since you’ve met and started gaining feelings, being as you met when you were 12 and are now 15.
“hey, eren. how’re you feelin’, titan boy?”
“ugh, don’t call me that, y/n. that’s the least thing i wanna hear from you.”
“sorry…”
“.... y/n?”
“eren?” you both say at the same time.
“oh, you can-”
“no no, you go.”
you both give off small laughs.
“you go first, y/n.”
“um. well, i’m pretty sure this is the wrong time to bring this up considering you’re tired from fighting that female titan. plus this war isn’t near over and i shouldn’t be focused on feelings because we are soldiers but, uh. i have-”
“me too,” eren cuts in.
“feelings, i- what? i didn’t even finish-”
“it’s been obvious. well, not really. i didn’t think it was obvious, but i figured by the way we’ve been acting towards each other. we always get flustered when we’re close to each other. y/n, did you even realize that you’re holding my hand?”
you both look down and see that you’re holding his hand. you snatch it back with a flushed face and start stuttering.
“i-i-i always h-hold my friends' hands!!! i k-know you’ve seen me hold armin’s!! please, y-you’re not special, eren jaeger!”
eren giggles and blushes as well, leaning to grab your hand once more, this time interlocking the fingers.
“i agree. this isn’t the time for romance considering we are soldiers in the middle of a battle. but that doesn’t make me not want to further this relationship between us.. i-if you want that, that is…”
you bite your lip, looking away from him. you squeeze his hand and he caresses your skin with his thumb. you both kind of just ended the conversation there, but everything was mutual between the two of you. you knew what you wanted. a relationship, but never really having the title due to the war you all were going through. time flies and the battle with reiner and bertholdt to capture eren back from them happens. all you could feel about this battle was anger; you were going to get eren back. and you did. during the time where everyone was healing from it, that’s when you and eren both told both mikasa and armin about the little thing you guys had.
armin was supportive, he was easy. but mikasa took it a little hard, not showing it though. you pulled mikasa away and had a long talk with her about it, tell her you didn’t mean to catch feelings for the man she’d grown to protect with her life, it kind of just happened. but she couldn’t stay upset forever. she wishes for eren to be happy, and as she can see: you made him happy. the happiest he’s been. and she wants you, one of her best friends to be happy too, and clearly it was with eren. since then, you and eren have been open with your relationship. everyone knew, and no one tried to end it. when you guys told the crew, most of them basically said “we figured”. jean actually laughed and didn’t believe it at first, “really? in a relationship with that suicidal blockhead? yeah, alright .” so you did what any couple would do to prove their relationship, you kissed eren in front of them all, in plain sight. that was your first kiss. his, also. jean’s face turned red in embarrassment and he turned away. “alright, whatever. you’re both crazy.”
.
you miss him.
you miss eren. you all found out about what was truly outside the walls, and you helped eren cope the most. you know he really wanted to kill the enemy, they caused so much pain to his home inside the walls. he wanted revenge. you understood and supported his anger, you were there with him through every moment. his rants, his tears, his fears. you backed him up; you were on his side. so why did he still leave you alone? why did he disappear from you and your friends? why were you all in marley, watching his attack titan destroy it from above? you weren’t completely mad, you all were gonna infiltrate marley eventually, you just did it quicker and earlier than planned. when you saw him with your own eyes, his titan, your heart sunk. he looked so different.. has it really been that long? no way. and… he grew such long hair.. god. it was actually kind of hot, but you were too angry to admit it.
you sigh. you stood in the blimp, you didn’t do any fighting. you explicitly told commander hange and captain levi that when you arrive at marley, you refuse to fight. you were in gear, in case you had to, but you mainly stood in the ship with them. when everyone retreated after mikasa recaptured eren, captain levi kicked him to the wall. mikasa tries to run to them, but armin’ stops her. you were in a distance, out of eren’s eyesight but you could see him. you really hated his damn face right now.
two soldiers with guns run to him, pointing towards him. levi starts to speak to him once more.
“this brings back memories, eren. you have such a kickable face.” that earns a small chuckle from you. “after you’re tied up, let’s have a chat.”
“that’s fine, i explained everything in the letters though. did you not understand it?”
“tch. that face reminds me of the rotten shits who lived underground. never thought i would see it on you. but cheer up, everything happened like you wanted it to, right?”
eren just stares off into space, but then looks levi straight in the eyes and he mumbles out, “... where are they?”
“who?”
“you know who… where is y/n.”
“tch. oi, l/n. talk to your shithead boyfriend before anything else happens. i’m tired of looking at his disgusting face.”
levi walks away, tells the soldiers to chain him up and they walk away, leaving you finally in his eyesight. internally, his heart sinks. the look on your face was pure disgust, and anger. you walk towards him, and he looks up at you with his dead souled eyes. you clench your fists.
“y/n…”
you let out a huge breath. “eren.”
“... y/n, i’ve mis-”
you already know what he was going to say, and it just pisses you off. you growl and punch the wall behind his head. you lean your leg back and kick it right into his stomach. you grab a fistful of his hair, gripping it and bringing his face to yours. mikasa tries to push through armin, but armin manages to hold her back still.
“y/n, stop !” mikasa screams.
“do you have any FUCKING clue how worried i’ve been, eren?! HUH?! DO YOU??” you ignore mikasa, “besides mikasa, i probably was even more worried than her! YOU LEFT ME, EREN. are you stupid, eh? HUH? are you fucking stupid? you like knowing your partner is just worried sick about you? fuck the plan, if i wanted to i would throw you off this air ship myself. i don’t even like looking at how disgusting you look, you’re hideous. that dead look in your eyes. you’re not even eren! you’re some man who’s a fucking joke, you don’t care about us do you?! that time on the train? when you said we were all important to you? was that a lie? do you even think we are?” you bang his head into the wall and knee him in the face, bruising his nose and bleeding from it. tears start to well up in your eyes, “i missed you, eren… why’d you just leave us like that? i’m your partner… whatever, you’re not worth my time right now. i’m going to check on the others.”
you let go of eren’s hair, look at him a second more and make a disgusted face once more. “you’re not worth my tears.” you start to walk towards the back of the airship.
“you never left my mind the whole time i was there, y/n. i promise you. ”
you clench your fists and ignore him, continuing to walk to the others to see who made it on the airship.
.
“eren.”
“... y/n?”
you went to visit the prison before commander hange did. you needed to talk to him.
“we need to talk.”
“i’m all ears, my love.”
you hate that he’s seriously using pet names on you right now. it’s always been a weakness. my love, baby, lovebird. you loved them all.
“cute, we using pet names after i beat this shit out of you? okay, sweetie. i’ll call you titan man, yeah?”
“come on, don’t start that again. what are you here for, hm?”
“to talk.”
“okay.. so talk. come on, you know you want to start with how i look.”
“how you look? haha, okay. you want me to say that you look hot? that i want you to ravage me? bend me over and do nasty things to me?”
eren smirks, “actually, yeah. if that’s how you feel, i’d love to hear you say that.”
you chuckle, hating that he isn’t wrong. you do feel that way about him right now. him being really attractive right now, a man bun AND he’s shirtless? this is so unfair.
“well, too bad then. you won’t hear me say those words with confidence. but it would be nice…” you grin and lick your lips.
“oh? unlock these prison bars, and i’ll show you a good time then, baby.”
“no. let’s be serious now-”
“i am serious.”
“no, eren. we need to seriously have a talk,” you give out an exhale, “why’d you do it? do you have a plan in mind?” eren sighs, about to cut you off but you continue, “i’m being serious, eren. i’m not planning on telling the others. this is between us… why’d you leave me?” you start to tear up, “why, eren… you have a good reason for this, right?”
eren looks away from you, not wanting to make eye contact. “i have a plan, y/n. it’s going to work, i know it is.”
“what is it, baby? please, just between us two… i need to know why you left me for so long. i’ve been hurting so much. i love you eren, so fucking much. i literally can’t see myself without you, i see a future with you. please, eren. i want to be with you through it all, thick and thin. we are going to defeat marley together, right?”
“y/n. you are the light in my life, the reason i’m doing everything i am. i want you to live such a perfect life, whether it’s with me or not. i know what i’m doing. i’m doing it for you.”
“no.. no no no! you’re supposed to be doing it WITH me, not FOR me! we’re a pair, we do it together!” you bang on the prison bars, “please eren… i can help you.. yes, i’m upset with you, and i love armin and mikasa, even jean and connie! hell, i love sasha too, god rest her soul. i’m here to protect them all, just as i was in the cadets to protect you, armin and mika. but i love you the most, and if i had to choose… it’s always going to be you. i’d betray my comrades for you, eren-”
“no. no you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let you. i love you, y/n. with my life, my heart, my soul. i’m willing to die for you if i could, but i will not let you betray the others. they need you more than you need me.”
“eren…” you’re full blown crying now, tears running down your face and overall a crying mess. you reach your hands between the bars holding his face in them and he places his arms through the bars to your waist, “please, eren. let me be by your side. i know floch released information about you, us imprisoning you. it was a tough decision, but someone leaked information to me about how you’re going to escape and meet some of your, uh, followers? they didn’t know if they were supposed to tell me considering the fact i was so angry with you on the airship, but someone slipped up. i know that’s not your real plan, you have something else planned for this… there’s no way you want to be on zeke’s side.. right?”
eren laughs, “hell no. i fucking hate that guy.”
“then what are your true intentions, eren…” you run your thumb across his lips, glancing back and forth between his eyes and lips.
“... i can’t tell you. to protect you, armin, mikasa… the others. i can’t tell you. you’re not joining floch and my followers. you’re staying with the scouts.”
“eren, i’m not-”
“l/n? are you down there?”
you and eren pull away from your intimate hold, and put some distance between yourselves. you cough.
“yes, captain. sorry. i had to give eren another beating and more yelling.”
“well, get out. you’re not allowed to be alone with eren.”
“yessir!”
eren looks at you and looks away. you lean back in the prison bars, grab his shoulders and bring it between the bars. you give him a kiss, a light yet deep kiss. one that just screams, please eren. he kisses you back, putting one hand on your waist. you pull away from his lips.
“.... i love you, eren. please, reconsider,” you whisper.
“i love you, y/n. more than you ever will know, i promise to spend my last 4 years with you,” his words make you tilt your head in confusion, “you’ll understand later. i promise you .”
you start to walk back, but then you hear eren’s last words to you, “you gonna let me ravage you soon, right? don’t act like i know you don’t think i’m so hot now.”
you giggle and walk backwards to look back at him, “i’ll think about. maybe if you’re a good boy, you can bend me over and do nasty things to me. maybe more, yeah?”
“oh? is this a promise or are you a tease?’
“take your pick.”
you walk up the stairs, leaving the man of your dreams locked in the prison.
.
eren escaped the prison. he met with his followers, the jaegerists, just as you had known was going to happen. you and the squad went to a restaurant to talk with niccolo. you didn’t expect what happened to happen. sasha’s family were there to eat, niccolo found out that the girl who killed sasha, gabi, was upon them and he threatened to kill both her and falco, the young eldian boy with her. after a dramatic episode with sasha’s adopted little sister, the little girl she saved from a titan, you, armin and mikasa take gabi to a separate room. you have a small talk, only to see your beloved walk in, with a threat. but to see eren again made your stomach flutter with butterflies. god you can’t get over how hot he looks.
he tells you to leave, he needs to talk to armin and mikasa by themselves. as he sends you out, there's a soldier who leads you into another room. you assume eren told him to lead you into another room. you take off your green military jacket, leaving you in your normal day outfit. after a bit, eren walks in. you blush, because god damn he’s so hot.
“....”
“....”
“... why are you so quiet?” eren asks.
“i-i don’t.. i don’t know. everything that’s happening, it’s just. so confusing…”
“thought you wanted me to bend you over? is that not what you said?”
you look up immediately in shock, “eh?”
eren smirks, “ eh? ” he mocks you, “i said, i thought you wanted me to-”
“i heard you the first time.. seriously, eren? right now? i don’t think this is the right time to-”
“baby, i’m joking. well, not really. i kind of was hoping we would do something here, but you obviously don’t and i am not going to force you,” he sighs, “can we just… hold hands and sit in silence? everything is stressing me out and i don’t know what to do with you.”
“what to do with me..?”
“shh, just hold my hands and shut up.”
…
“eren jaeger, i know you did not just tell me to-”
“y/n l/n.”
you immediately shut up, knowing you hate when he uses your first and last name. you look away and he reaches forward and places his hands out in front of him, on the table.
“hands.”
you hold his hands, fingers interlocked, and look into his eyes. those teal eyes… you could stare into them forever. you sit in silence for about five minutes.
“y/n.”
you hum in response.
“do you love me?”
“more than life itself.”
“... okay.”
they sit in silence once again.
“eren…”
“yes, my love?”
“.... can we… um…”
“hm? use your words, baby.”
ugh, you hate it when his pet names make you melt. and the way he uses them? UGH he just makes you want to just sit there and obey him forever if it meant him calling you baby. you started to blush and squirm in the chair. eren smirks and chuckles.
“is something wrong, baby? do you… need some release? you look like a pathetic whore in heat.”
you look at him with widened eyes. you’ve never heard eren speak like this to you before, but you.. kinda like it. like, you and eren haven’t even done sexual things so for you both to say dirty things, let alone imply sexual activities towards each other, was new. and well, it seems like that's going to change. eren leans forward with his body, taking back his hands and putting one on the table and one to grip your chin towards him.
“ are you going to fucking answer me? ”
“i-i.. i, um-”
“god, you can’t even speak. you’re so awestruck by the way i’m treating you? it was bound to happen sometime, all you do is cry about how much you love me. it’s annoying. i’m surprised you aren’t a jaegerist, on your knees kissing my shoes. begging for me to fuck the shit out of you. huh? is that what you want? for me to fuck the shit out of you? HUH? answer me, you fucking whore! ” eren slaps your face with the hand that gripped your chin, and he grips it again. he force opens your mouth and he spits in it, “ swallow it. ”
“y-yes sir,” are the only words that could come out, and it boosted his ego and the tent in his pants you didn’t notice until now started to show more. you swallowed the liquid he spit into your mouth and stared into his beautiful teal eyes. you know this is just foreplay, he’s not genuinely angry with you. because his eyes never changed. this is the love of your life… he wouldn’t hurt you. you know he wouldn’t hurt you. you open your mouth to show him you swallowed it and he chuckles.
“ good. ” he lets go of your jaw and pats your head. he looks you in the eye and smiles. a genuine loving smile. he speaks again, “are you okay with this? with what i'm doing?”
you nod, giving a smile back. “i feel amazing, eren. are we… are we gonna, y’know…”
“hm? what did i say about using your words?”
you groan and look away from his eyes. “are we, no, are you actually going to bend me over and do nasty things to me?”
“do you want me to?”
“…yes.”
eren smirks and chuckles. “your wish will be my command.”
on an instant, eren grabs your arm and yanks you over the table. he walks to where you were just standing, and then he drags you by your hair to get off the table. he forces you on the floor, on your two knees to face towards him and his bulge that was being held in his dark pants, screaming to come out. he leans against the table.
“well? what are you waiting for? i’m not helping you. you’re on your own.”
you roll your eyes and you feel like you just know what you’re supposed to do. your hands make way to his pants, unbuttoning it immediately. you pull his pants down to his ankles, and start to rub his bulge. eren sucks in a breath, leaning his head back. he’s getting impatient, he actually can’t wait. he pulls his underwear down, his girthy member slapping against his stomach. he backs up to sit on a chair and spreads his legs apart for you. you stare at him with a flushed face and widened eyes. because it’s your guy’s first time doing anything like this, he smirks and starts pumping his member. pre-cum leaking out. he bites his lip, tilts his head back and lets out a low moan.
“y/n. start. i’m not doing everything for you from here on. suck it.”
you stare at his member, not in fear because your beloved’s cock is big, but in shock. will i… will i be able to fit this in my mouth? let alone.. inSIDE of me?? you lean forward, trying not to let him wait any longer. you lick a long stripe from his balls to his tip, earning a strangled moan from eren. he doesn’t want to pull your hair yet, so he just keeps caressing his thighs. you lick it some more, and then you finally stick him inside your mouth, and he instantly thrusts into your mouth. you let out a choke and pull off to cough. he opens his eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, stroking it.
“i’m sorry baby, i-it was an instant reaction. i’ll try not to do that until you’re ready. j-just.. keep going…”
you nod your head after coughing, letting your mouth right back onto his cock. you slowly start to bob your head, letting your tongue glide against the veins. trying not to bite, you start to bob your head quicker. you use your hand for whatever you can't reach and you just do this for a few minutes. eren’s legs start to shake. you lick his tip a few times, and eren’s hands go to your hair, pushing your head down a little further. he’s close. you can’t tell, but he knows he is. he thrusts up into your mouth, making you gag but you also moan, because fuck it feels so good. the vibrations from your noises trigger him, and he thrusts up more.
“f-fuck, y/n… i’m… i-i’m coming-!”
he pushes your head down all the way, your nose touching his skin. you’re gagging as thick liquid spurts up into your throat, making you gag just a bit more. your eyes tear up from the pain in your mouth, but your body feels tingly, on the verge of an orgasm. eren pulls out of your mouth while breathing heavy. you pull back with lust-filled eyes and you know you’re dying to have him inside you now. you open your mouth to show him his cum on your tongue, then you swallow that and show him your tongue once more. he blushes and giggles, looking away from your face. if he looks again, he might cum again, he doesn’t want to. not yet.
“e-eren… i need you… please, eren.”
eren looks at you and chuckles, “fuck… get on the table. i can’t hold back any longer.”
eren helps you up and sets you on the table in front of you both. he pulls off every piece of clothing you had on, your shirt your undershirt, your pants and your underwear, all at once. he refuses to wait. he needs to be in you now. he looks at your wet folds, he knows you were on the verge of cumming. he gives one long lick against you, and you bite your lip, twitching your legs and holding in your moans. he gets up and puts both arms on either side of your head. his member sliding against your folds.
“oh no no no, you are not going to hold back. i want everyone to know who is getting fucked and by who. i want everyone to know my partner of four years is a whore, a slut for my dick. that they’d do anything just to have eren jaeger’s cock in their mouth, in their beautiful pussy. yeah? are you my little cockwhore?”
“yes sir! i’m your little cockwhore, your little slut. please ‘ren, i want you.. no, i need you!!”
“god, baby. say it again, one more time baby..”
“EREN.”
“oh my god, babe. JUST DO IT!”
you both giggle as if there aren’t soldiers threatening your friends and comrades outside that door. eren looks at you with a genuine smile, and he mumbles “please, baby.”
“... i’m your little cockwhore, ‘ren. your little slutty cockwhore.”
“yeah? who’s pussy is this? huh? who’s pussy am i about to fuck?”
“... mine?”
eren lifts an arm and smacks your face, gripping your chin tightly. “try again.”
“y-yours…”
“what was that?”
“it’s yours…”
“what’s mine? didn’t your mother teach you how to speak? what. is. mine?” he uses that hand that gripped your chin to slap his cock against your throbbing area, sliding his cock between your folds.
“this pussy is yours, eren! this virgin pussy is all yours, eren, now can you PLEASE - o-oh!”
eren laughs as he just slides his member inside of you, slowly. it’s both of your first times, but it feels like it’s not. your cunt is so tight, but it feels as though it’s been used so many times. he gets in all the way, and you reach over to grip his man bun. you pull it out of its hair tie because you didn’t want to bother working with it later. he stays in, waiting for you to give him the go. you clench yourself around him, and considering the fact you were on the brink of orgasm when you were sucking him off, you actually orgasm right then and there. you clench around him tightly, moaning and gripping his long hair. he puts his hand back down next to your head.
“y-y/n?!”
“eren! o-oh fuck… -i-i’m sorry… i was on t-the brink of coming, i’m sorry-! EREN!”
he starts to thrust in, using your juices as lubricant and he just goes for it. fuck waiting, you already came. and he was going to make sure you get another orgasm. he wants his baby to be spoiled with his cum. he thrusts in and out, seeing his cock become visible and invisible. you moan, scream, every verb in the dictionary. you move your hands from his hair to his back and chest, leaving marks all over. eren grunts, feelings so good from your nails scratching him. oh god, his baby is making him feel so good. and he know he’s making his baby feel so good too, it’s very well shown on your face. he keep thrusting until he hits the spot to make you wild.
“EREN! oh my god, please eren, i’m so close, please please! please treat me like your little whore! you’re hitting the spot i never knew existed, please don’t stop!”
“you want it? you want me to fuck a baby into you? hm? want your sadistic boyfriend to breed you?”
god, you were losing it. eren grabs your body, he keeps his dick inside and he pulls you down to the chair with him. he wants you to ride him. and god, it’s a new sensation. you feel like you’re seeing god when you ride him. you hop on his lap, and he holds on to your waist while fucking up into you. you stare into his beautiful blueish green eyes. you wrap one arm around his neck and the other to his cheek and you kiss him. he, of course, kisses back. he helps you hop on him while holding your waist. everything feels so good.
“eren… i’m close again..” you mumble to the boy.
“i know , baby, i am too. i am too.”
he leaves marks all over your chest, just as you left nail marks on his back. you guys just sit like this, you keep riding him until you both are on the verge of another orgasm. he holds you against him, fucking into you so quick and fast and it just keeps hitting your walls. you’re both about to orgasm.
“eren! i’m gonna come, i-i’m-”
“let it out baby, i wanna hear you. i want everyone to hear you! please baby, i love you!”
“eren! i’m- f-fuck.. i love you, eren!”
after you both orgasm for a second time, you both sit there. enjoying each other's hot air, finishing off the post orgasm and intimate moment together. you both stare into each other's eyes, sharing the bonding moment. you both smile at each other, and you nuzzle into his neck. you love eren, you loved him so much. you can’t picture your future without him. he helps you up and he sets you back on the table. he looks around the entire room searching for wipes or paper towels. fortunately, he finds paper towels and cleans your private areas off. he’s beyond happy to have shared such a moment with you, finally. he gives you a deep kiss. he loves you so much. he would love to picture himself in your future.
but,
he wasn’t in it.
.
2 years have passed since the rumbling.
you miss him.
you miss eren so much.
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𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞
pairing : baji x reader
genre : angst, soulmate!au
warnings : spoilers for new TR anime watchers, cursing, mentions of gang violence and blood, character death, very bitter ending, no comfort, no pronouns were used but there may be depictions of a female reader, NOT PROOF READ.
word count : 2.5k
synopsis : as if you thought the world couldn’t be any more cruel by taking away your best friend, it takes away one more thing.
song playing : Late Night Movie by Ha Hyunsang
requested : yes / ➢ no
notes : for my sister because she loves baji very much. also my first fic posted on this blog :) if you enjoyed this fic, consider tipping me on ko-fi :> reblogs are much appreciated!!
disclaimer : this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously. i do own any of the tokyo revengers characters.
You remembered the time when your nextdoor neighbor, a woman in her late 20s, talked to you about soulmate marks. The words tattooed on your wrist were supposed to be the first words your soulmate says to you. She told you the story about the time her husband uttered the sentence on her arm at the delicate age of 8 while they walked home together from school.
“He said it so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.” she laughed, “Thankfully, I did.”
You zoned out after that, tuning in and out to anything else she had to say about soulmates.
Your whole life, the idea of finding your soulmate was like a surprise you weret expecting. You weren’t exactly itching to find them, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t peak your curiosity, even just a little. You sat on the ground, your back up against a tree as you peered down on the sentence inked onto your wrist.
“Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”
Your brows furrowed at the words— it was a little confusing to you. Whoever your soulmate was, would have already had to know who you were, if they addressed you by your first name. It made no sense to you. These were supposed to be the first words your soulmate said to you. No matter how many theories you tried to form in your head, you could never come up with a solid conclusion.
Letting your wrist fall to your side, you threw your head back to rest against the tree. You figured this was beyond you and you’d better just let the world do it’s thing. A sigh escaped your lips as you shut your eyes and relished in the quiet atmosphere. It was so peaceful out here that you were almost tempted to just fall asleep and maybe skip the rest of class. That is until—
“Why the hell aren’t you in class?”
You opened your eyes to see your best friend, Baji Keisuke, standing in front you. His long swayed in the breeze, and his eyes stared at you accusingly.
“Why the hell aren’t you in class, Kei?” you shot back, shutting your eyes again.
You didn’t have to look at him to know he had just rolled his eyes at you.
“It’s normal for me to ditch class, you punk,” he said as a matter of fact before taking the spot next to you, “You, on the other hand. That’s a different story.”
“Hmm, maybe my parents were right then. Maybe you are a bad influence on me. Maybe I should stop hanging around you—”
He cut you off with a scoff as he moved to lay his head down on your lap.
“As if, you idiot.” he grinned up at you, his sharp canines showing, “As much as you wanna get rid of me, you’re stuck with me for life.”
You bit back a grin as you leaned your head back against the big tree once more.
“Bummer.”
You and Baji became friends in elementary school. He threatened to eat your crayons if you didn’t share the markers with him. When that didn’t work, he threatened to wipe his boogers on your backpack. Again, you just ignored him, making him even more antsy. Every threat his little 7 year old mind could come up with was shot down by your silence and a quick roll of your eyes. Your lack of reaction annoyed him to no end, and because of that, he decided that you weren’t worth his time.
That is until one day during free time, he saw a group of the bigger kids surrounding you. He couldn’t really explain it, but something about seeing you get pushed around by other people who weren’t him, seriously ticked him off. So, in true Baji Keisuke fashion, he stomped up to those kids and threw punches left and right until it was only you and him standing. He took your hand in his and shouted in that annoying, loud voice you hated.
“Listen here you dirtbags! No one’s allowed to bother (Y/n) except for me, ya got that?!”
It was a weird proclamation, and you didn’t really know how to feel about it, considering he basically said, no one but him was allowed to mess with you. But he was able to shoo off the big kids, although he was rather violent about it, but the gesture was there, and you kinda thought it was nice of him. When the other kids scrambled away, you walked up and thanked him.
“You really hafta’ toughen up,” he poked your forehead, “What the hell were gonna do if I wasn’t around, huh??”
You shrugged your shoulders, “I dunno. Cry?”
“Well you ain’t crying on my watch! You got that?!”
“You don’t have to yell Baji-san. It’s just the two of us here.”
“I ain’t yelling!”
“Oi (Y/n), give me some of that.” Baji gestured to the snack you had in your hands.
“Or what? You gonna threaten to eat my crayons like you did in 2nd grade?”
Baji clicked his tongue as he got up from your bed, “Hand it over while I’m being nice.”
“No,” you said shoving another piece of the snack in your mouth, “I asked if you wanted your own pack earlier and you said no, so now you have to deal with the consequences.”
You were too preoccupied in your ‘I told you so’ moment that you didn’t have time to dodge him as he lunged at the snack in your hands.
“Hey! Knock it off Kei! You’re gonna make me spill it!”
“Well maybe if you just shared with me, then ya won’t spill it!”
“Get off me you stupid giant!”
You were just barely dodging his attempts to steal your snack, until a thought crossed your mind. In one quick move, you stuffed the bag down your shirt, knowing full well Baji wouldn’t dare touch you anywhere in that area.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“For my snacks? Dead serious."
You smirked as he blew a stray hair out of his face. Removing the bag from underneath your shirt, you weren’t aware of Baji’s flustered expression as he tried not to watch your action. Instead he pursed his lips, looking away from you.
“Are you pouting?” you laughed, poking his reddening ears.
Lightly swatting your hand away, his frown deepened. “I ain’t pouting, shithead.”
You smiled as you extended the bag towards him, “Fine, you big baby. I’ll share with you cause I’m just that nice.”
He rolled his eyes at you before taking your offer.
“You’re annoying, you know that?”
“I know.”
Baji groaned as he ran his hand through his hair.
“What the hell am I gonna do with your ass around?”
“I dunno. Cry?”
Your words made him pause in his actions. He looked over at you, his eyes watching as you just nonchalantly ate your snack. His arm peered down to your arm where your soulmate tattoo was supposed to be. Oddly enough, as close as you and him were, not once had you shown each other your tattoos. Pushing the thought from his mind, he stood up from his spot on the ground next to you.
“I better get home,” he said, “Mom’s gonna get worried.”
You scoffed, standing up with him, “You’re part of a gang Kei. "First division captain, Baji Keisuke,"” you mimicked his deep voice, “I think your mom’s got more to worry about than how late you’re staying out.”
“Shut your trap before I knock you out.” he said, playfully shoving you, “Toman’s gonna be the best gang this era’s ever seen.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. You’ve only told me about a million times,” you poked his shoulder.
“Now get out of my house you delinquent!"
When Baji got home that night, just before he drifted off to sleep, he looked at the words on his wrist. The very first words his soulmate would say to him.
“I dunno. Cry?”
You had said those words back in elementary school to him, and he hadn't even registered it until he got home. But if you were his soulmate, wouldn’t you have reacted differently? Wouldn’t you have said something to him? There was a possibility that he may have the wrong person, but Baji swore that every moment he spent with you, he swore that you were the one. He covered his eyes with his forearm, and the first thing he saw when his vision was met with the darkness was an image of your face.
Baji was 99% sure you were his.
And even if you weren’t, he didn’t really care anymore. He’d go against the world if it meant there was a chance for him to be with you.
“Get out of my way (Y/n).”
“No.”
“If you don't move, I’ll pick your ass up and move you myself.”
“I don’t get it Kei,” you said crossing your arms, “Toman means everything to you. Why are you doing this?”
Baji stared down at you with furrowed brows, wondering if he glared hard enough, would you finally give in and step away from his front door. Unfortunately for him, you were never one to back down, at least not against him.
“You can lie to Mikey, Chifuyu, the rest of Toman,” you took a single step towards him, “But you can’t lie to me, Keisuke.”
Baji hates it. He hates that you’re right, and he hates how he almost cracked under the pressure you put on him. He clenches his fists.
“I’m only gonna say it once (Y/n).” his voice low, “Move.”
Your eyes widened slightly at his change in tone. You uncrossed your arms, bringing them to relax at your sides. You took another step towards him.
“No.”
Before you could relax, your back was slammed against the door. Baji’s face was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. His hands were clamped down on your shoulders with a firm grip, and his eyes looked at you as if he’d throw a punch at you if you made a wrong move.
Baji didn’t want to resort to anything physical in case he might accidentally hurt you, but you were way too smart for your own good when it came to reading him. This was his last attempt at getting you to cave and finally give up.
“Are you done?” you asked, “You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on now?”
Just as he thought. You didn’t budge, not even when you both knew he could overpower you at any given moment. Baji hates it, but he also loves it too— you had a personality that wasn’t easily shaken. What you lacked in physical strength, you made up for with that sharp tongue and witty attitude of yours. It was moments like these where you unintentionally remind him just why he loves you so much.
Loosening his hold on you, he lowered his head, resting it on your shoulder. You could feel his breath on your neck as he quietly exhaled.
“You’re hella annoying, you know that?” he whispered.
Wrapping your arms around him, you leaned into him.
“I know.”
That night Baji told you everything.
You weren’t supposed to be here. You promised him that you’d stay home today, but here you were, crying out for him as he fell in and out of consciousness. Baji focused his gaze on your teary eyed face and you cradled him in your arms, Chifuyu sitting right next to you.
“You fucking asshole.” you cursed at him, “You told me you wouldn’t do anything stupid.”
Baji let out a weak laugh, “And you told me you’d stay put today. Guess we’re both liars.”
You were yelling at him, but Baji wasn’t really listening. As his vision blurred, memories of his life began playing through his mind like a record. His time with his friends, with Toman, with Kazutora, with Chifuyu— and his time with you. With a shaky breath, he reached up to wipe a tear off your face, causing you to stop and look at him. If he was gonna go, then he at least wanted to tell you.
“I love you, (Y/n).” he whispered, “Did ya know that?”
Your eyes widened at his words. Gripping his hand that touched your face with your own, you held onto it. Your chest felt heavy, and a sense of panic washed over you.
“You jerk,” you cried, “Why would you tell me that now?” your voice strained.
“The first day I met you… you said the words on my wrist. Guess I had it all wrong. But,” he breathed, “Soulmate or not, I didn’t care.”
“It was always you.”
You gripped his hand harder as you sobbed. All your life, you never once asked for anything from the world. You never once prayed for a miracle to happen. But in that very moment, you prayed with everything you had, that your best friend would live.
“I…” you exhaled, “I love you too, Kei.”
Baji grinned at you, his canines showing. His grip on your hand was slowly starting to loosen as he watched the panic rise in your eyes. At that moment, he felt sorry that he wouldn’t be able to take care of you after this, and knowing you, you’d probably beat yourself about this for the rest of your life. With one last squeeze to your hand, he uttered his last words to you.
“Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”
You froze, eyes wide as his hand fell from yours.
“Don’t cry too much for me, (Y/n).”
Those were the words written on your arm. Those were supposed to be the very first words your soulmate said to you. So why? And then your mind flashed back to something your old neighbor had said, and your heart dropped.
“But you know (Y/n)? There have been some very rare cases, maybe one in one thousand, that someone will have their soulmate’s last words instead.”
You looked at her with a confused expression, “What does that mean?”
“It means that the words on that person’s wrist will be the very last thing their soulmate says to them. A little sad isn’t it?”
Your arm felt like it was burning. You sobbed and screamed as Chifuyu pulled and carried you away from Baji’s lifeless body. You couldn’t hear Mitsuya telling you to breathe and calm down. You cried until you couldn’t anymore. It was so ridiculous that you almost wanted to laugh at yourself.
A one in one thousand chance, and that unfortunate one just so happened to be you.
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Loosely based on a dream I had about Druig/ Barry Keoghan (and another character he played)
Merging of universes: X-men, Spider-Man, and the MCU.
College AU!
Sprite is a minor so I’ll be using Raffey Cassidy from The Killing of a Sacred Deer instead (plus she was Sprite in my dream too (my subconscious knows better)).
Because this story (series) is based on a dream I had, Druig will most likely not be the Druig we all know and love. I am sorry… Almost. Druig and other characters will also be mixed with their actor counterparts, basically making new people.
Everyone in this story is 18+, if minors are mentioned they aren’t getting in any weird, sick, twisted situations with adults.
I also use female pronouns for the reader and the reader may be a bit OC.
Druig has an American accent (for now)
Not beta-read
I would also prefer that minors DO NOT interact with this at all. Thank you.
Warnings: College AU!, Swearing, gaslighting, manipulation, cheating, mild violence (?), implied sexual content, mentions of bullying, college strife, MCU/X-Men/Spider-Man/Actors mashed in one universe, self-doubt, insecurities, depression, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family issues, mentions of disabilities (is that a warning?)… I’ll probably be adding more warnings as the story goes on. (Please let me know if I’ve missed something too.)
Playing with Fire: Part 2
Part 2
Woman Who Birthed Me
Tuesday 6:30 AM
“Hey sweetie just remember to go to your classes today and study well! Love you ❤️”
“How? Just, HOW!?” Sighing, I quickly type back.
6:31 AM
“Sure thing.”
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“I hate my life.” Begrudgingly I get out of bed and start to get ready; by the time it’s 7 I’m out the door on my way to the cafeteria.
Now normally I don’t eat breakfast, because I’d rather sleep in, but Tuesday mornings are when I have breakfast with my very best friends- since kindergarten- Jubilation Lee and Kitty Pryde. Strolling into the cafeteria I easily spot Jubilee’s signature yellow raincoat; she’s had it for as long as I can remember, I’ve tried getting her to wear something else but she really sticks with the coat.
“Y/N! Hey girl- oh you look like shit.” As soon as Kitty sees me she gets up from her seat to give me a hug, “Long night?”
“You could say that, yeah,” I plop in my chair, laying my head on the table. I feel hands pat my head and back in comfort. “I was gonna skip today.” The comforting ceases so I sit up to find them staring at me with wide eyes.
“You? You were going to skip class?!” Jubilee whisper yells at me.
“I don’t believe it, you are and what have you done with Y/N?” Kitty hisses back.
“Seriously, I can’t have an off day?”
“NO!” They say simultaneously.
“Wow… Well obviously that didn’t happen since I’m here… Plus my mom texted me as soon as I said it. I swear she has a microphone in my room or something.”
“Dang that’s rough.” Jubilee takes a sip from her cup offering me some.
“What is it?” I gaze into the cup unsure if I should drink some.
“Coffee, duh.” She gives me an eye roll at the sound I make.
“You know Ju-Ju has to have her coffee every morning.” Kitty giggles at my pouting face.
“I know, but I don’t like coffee.” I drop my head into my chest pretending to cry.
“Drink some, it’ll help you. Trust me, have I ever steered you wrong?” She passes the cup to me, which I willing take.
“Uh yes you have, remember the ‘Maximoff Incident’?” I glare at her as the memory of Pietro and myself rushes into my mind.
“Okay, that was one time! AND, I apologized many times! Plus if it wasn’t for that, you guys wouldn’t even be friends now.” She defends herself much to my amusement; if I wasn’t so tired I would’ve smiled.
“No amount of ‘I’m sorry’ is ever gonna make up for that, Jubes.” I mutter while taking a sip of her god-awful coffee, “Oh. It’s not that bad, dang this is good. Okay because this tastes waaaay better than I thought, I’ll forgive you for the ‘Time- that- will- not- be- named’.”
“Gee thanks, Y/N.” She rolls her eyes but smiles at me regardless, “How fortunate that my coffee-making, skills earned your forgiveness.”
“Very fortunate indeed.” I chuckle drinking more.
“Yes, go ahead and drink it all. I didn’t want it back.” She says sarcastically, crossing her arms.
“Oops sorry, Jubes.” I offer her her cup back, only for her to decline it and go make another cup for herself.
“So, how come you had such a shitty night?” Kitty asks as she begins eating her fruit cup.
Last night’s encounter floods my mind much to my annoyance, I shift in my set groaning as I remember being partnered with…
“Ugh.”
I glance at Kitty whose face shows that she wants the tea, and she wants it now, “Let’s wait for Jubilee-“
“I’m here! What’s good? What’s the tea? Tell me the tea!” She huddles close grasping her cup like she’s sitting by the fire waiting for a good story- which, I mean, she is.
“Sigh, okay, so you know how I’m in Professor X’s AP English Lit. Class? Right, well- Yes, Jubes?”
“Who’s Professor X?”
Kitty and I look at her completely surprised.
“Uhh the bald guy that quotes Shakespeare literally every day… He has that really cool wheelchair… He’s the guy you think is a mind reader.”
“OH HIM! I love that guy, he’s so cool, reading minds and shit… Why do you call him Professor X?”
"Well, he’s well known for his notorious grading style back in the day. Even straight-A students would get their papers back littered in red X’s. It was a big deal for people to properly understand, know, and appreciate Shakespeare like him. If you had a differing opinion than him he’d kick you out of class until you apologized. He’s calmed down a lot since then, but he’s still a bit of a hardass. I basically had to bribe him to let me do this project on Publius’ Hades and Persephone instead of Shakespeare, no I’m not kidding; I told him if he let me do this I’d write a 20-page thesis on Shakespeare’s Comedy of Errors. He was thrilled by the offer and the fact that I know what the Comedy of Errors is, he said I could do the thesis in 15 pages and as long as he chooses who my partner is for the project. I-" Reality is a bitch, but Professor X, he-
*deep breath*
“… Um Y/N, you good?” Kitty asks cautiously, she looks at Jubilee who is just as concerned as her.
“No. No, I’m not.” I close my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose, “Alrighty then, that’s the game he’s playing. Alright, I got your number Charlies Patrick Xavier Stuart.”
“What just happened?” Kitty whispers to Jubilee.
“I have no idea, but I think we’re gonna finally get the tea.” She whispers back. I finally open my eyes to see them barely containing their excitement.
Sighing deeply I tell them everything that happened last night along with the horrible dream I had. They smiled at me sympathetically when I finished my tale and handed me their coffee and Lucky Charms™. This is why I love them so much, they know how to make me feel better, even when they have no idea how. I gratefully accept their offerings with a lopsided smile, but they know I’m still not thrilled that my teacher literally played me.
“What if we reported him? You know Professor X?” Kitty offers.
“And get herself in trouble for literally bribing a teacher? Yeah, that’s not gonna work out well, especially if her mom finds out.” Jubilee counters, hearing what she said prompts a loud groan from me.
“Damn, I totally forgot about my mom, she can never- and I mean, NEVER know!” I slump in my chair staring at the ceiling.
“Well, now the real question is, how are you gonna work with the laziest and hottest guy in your class?” Kitty shakes her head gazing at the floor sighing wistfully.
Jubilee and I share a look before I say:
“Are you fucking serious right now? Did you just say that that bad dye job was- nay- is, hot?” I lean forward in my chair making sure I heard her correctly.
“I mean, he is kinda hot.” Jubilee pipes up.
“I’ve been insulted, disrespected,” I place my hand over my heart pretending to sob, “I’ve been mistreated.”
“Such a Drama Queen.” Kitty laughs playfully pushing me.
“Did you just quote ‘Mistreated’?”
“You know I did.” I giggle.
Jubilee shakes her laughing at me taking another sip of coffee, “You know what you need?”
“A new life?” I sass.
“No,” She says smiling, “More coffee, I’ll be right back.”
“This is gonna end badly for me, isn’t it?” I turn to Kitty.
“Probably, that coffee is gonna go through you like a bullet train; but on the flip side it might kick in when you have to meet Barry, so you’ll have an excuse to not see him.” She shrugs at me.
“Yeah, but as much as I don’t want to meet with him I HAVE to. This is my grade hanging in the balance. I know I said I didn’t have a problem failing this project, but I love Hades and Persephone! I was really looking forward to this.” I cling to her arm giving her puppy dog eyes. Laughing she pulls me into a hug petting my head.
“There, there, it’ll be alright babes. You’re smart, you'll figure out how to work with him AND get a good grade.”
“Thanks.” I breathe out.
“Okay I’m back with the coffee, drink up, you want to have the energy to deal with this man.” Jubilee thrusts the cup into my hands taking out her phone, “Dang, I gotta go to class now guys. I’ll see you guys later, Y/N remember you’re my ride today.”
“I gotchu girl, see you later.” We hug and watch as she runs to her Chemistry class.
“She’s totally gonna blow something up again, isn’t she?” Kitty questions drinking her orange juice.
“Oh yeah.” Smiling, I drink my coffee and check my own phone for the time.
9:01 AM
“My class is in an hour, do you wanna hang out, or are you busy?” I tilt my head to Kitty who’s replying to a message.
“Totally! Pietro was just updating me on Jubilee’s crush.” She wiggles her brows at me.
“Excuse me, crush? When was I gonna be told about this?”
“Sorry I meant to tell you about it but you’ve been super busy with work, classes, and Raffey.” There was a bit of venom in her voice when she said Sprite’s real name. Biting the inside of my cheek I nod my head in understanding.
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that; it’s not my fault my suitemate wanted to be friends with me. Trust me, I was very standoffish with her and I guess in her world that means ‘I must become friends with this introvert! They need my help!’ To be fair, she stuck through it, so I figured I’d throw her a bone.” I shrug while eating a grape from Kitty’s plate, “Alright, what’s with all the fruit?”
“Oh, I’m so glad you asked! It’s for my health class, we have to eat a certain amount of fruits and veggies every day for the next week, documenting our results. You know, how we feel, if we’re still hungry, blah blah blah. Fun stuff, I even got Pietro in on it.”
I look at her shocked and then confused.
“Wait, which one?”
“Hmm? Oh, mine of course lol.” She waves a hand dismissively at me.
“Your Pietro said he’ll join in your weird class diet project? The wrestling champion of this college said no to meat for a week? Wow, he must really love you.” I huff out a laugh, “Hold on did you just say L-O-L?”
“No I said “lol" you said “L-O-L”.” She winks at me cheekily.
“I’m this close to smackin’ you Pryde.” Bringing up my hand I show her the small space between my pointer finger and thumb. She smacks my hand laughing at me, “So, how is it? Having a boyfriend and stuff?”
“It’s super fun! We have video game dates and he’s even joined our campaign! Speaking of which, when are you gonna rejoin our campaign? Your Mage is still in the Wilderness of Despair being killed by Ogres.”
I laugh remembering the D&D game that I had to put on hold because of my mom. Thinking about it now I’ve put a lot of things that I enjoy on hold because of her. She can be so demanding sometimes, her excuse is that I need to have better priorities and monopolize my time better. If she completely had her way I wouldn’t even have my art or music. But I digress.
“Ha, I totally forgot about that. Hey, maybe we can get Jubilee’s crush to join!”
“Oh yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” Kitty says sadly.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s not that kinda guy.” I raise a brow at her to explain further, “He’s a jock.”
“Uhhhh… wow, hmm… Was not expecting that. Like, at all!”
“I know right! Totally blindsided by that.”
“Well to be fair the same thing could be said about your boyfriend.” I counter.
“Yeah, for people who don’t know him. We’ve been friends longer than we’ve dated and he even said that he always wanted to play D&D, so, no lol.”
“Stop saying ‘lol’, but I mean I guess Colossus does kind of give off nerd vibes. Subtly but they are there… Lol.”
Kitty sharply turns her head to me and lightly punches my arm.
“Oh I can’t say ‘lol’ but it’s fine when you do? Not in this house Y/N.”
We share a laugh as I continue to ask questions about Jubilee’s mystery man.
“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean she’s never talked to him?”
“I know! She talks to everyone, but with him she just… Well, she turns into you, but all blushing and stutters so much, poor baby. She can’t talk to him. At. All! It’s actually very painful to watch. And before you ask, yes I have tried getting them to talk, but nothing works, she always runs away whenever he’s near.”
“I can’t believe some guy has Jubilee flustered. I can’t imagine that.”
“I can, remembeeeeeerrr Maximoff~.” She leans into me wiggling her eyebrows again.
“You shut your mouth, that situation is nothing like this one. Not by a long shot, at least I talked to my crush! Ex-crush… Yeah, ex-crush.” I say firmly.
“Ex-crush huh? What happened?” She chuckles.
“We became friends and I got to know him, is what happened. That man has waaaaaaaaay too much energy, I mentally and physically cannot keep up with him. Honestly, it’s a bit draining being his friend.”
“You lazy butt.”
I giggle shrugging at her.
“What can I say? Oh shit, I gotta go or I’m gonna be late for C++.” I stand gathering my things. “I know I can nap a bit in that class, Mr. Kingo is super chill. Half the time he’s not even telling us about the subject matter.”
“What does he talk about?” Kitty props her arm on the back of the chair confused, “I heard he’s a great teacher.”
“Yeah, probably because he passes everyone for simply listening to his jokes and the stories about the time he was a Bollywood actor. I think he still does it sometimes.”
“Wow, I need to take his class.” Kitty gets up and hugs me goodbye, “Oh here, eat an orange or something.”
“Thank you, mom.” I laugh while taking the orange walking to the double doors.
“Study hard!”
Not turning around I flip her off, her laugh reaches my ears and I smile as I make my way to the library’s computer lab. Entering the library I walk up the stairs to Mr. Kingo’s class and hand him my orange. He smiles confused at me but doesn’t question it and places it on his desk.
“Thank you Y/N. Okay then let’s get into this.” He claps his hands, rubbing them together, “Good morning everyone! How are we feeling today?”
Moans are heard throughout the computer lab which causes him to smile widely.
“Awh come on guys, it is currently 9:40 AM, it’s not that early. Wake up, come on, come on. Today is going to be a simple day. I found an old movie I was in. Who wants to watch for extra credit? Lord knows you guys need it.”
“Damn that’s cold.” Bobby says, shaking his head as a smile tugs at his lips.
“Cold, but true.” Rogue adds.
“Alright, here we go.” Mr. Kingo hits play on the DVD player and the movie begins.
I lay my head down and slowly drift off to sleep.
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Part 3
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A/N That's part 2!! EEEEHHH I'm so excited I'm finally doing this! I'm going to try to post a part every day, but I might not be able to; I have obligations and stuff, but I'll still try <3. Hope everyone liked this, and don't worry Druig is gonna show up soon.
P.S I'm still learning how tumblr works on the computer and on mobile. All I ever did was reblog stuff, I'm in new territory now, but I'll get it... Maybe lol.
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Can I request a Star x Female reader where she meets someone at the Boardwalk that she really likes, like they have been meeting up for awhile and wants to introduce them to the boys in order to join their little family? <3
OKAY so this was so cute that i kind of completely ran away with it lmao. i really hope you like it!! i wrote it in stars pov i hope thats okay.
Crescent Moon Earrings
rating: everyone
word count: 1,804
tags/warnings: its all fluff my dudes, star x female!reader, female pronouns used, stars pov
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Nights like these weren't new for Star. Wandering the boardwalk, either with Laddie or the boys, getting lost in the sea of humanity, looking for a good time or a good meal. The moon was bright and full, and she could feel the pull in her skin, making her sway with the weightlessness of it. Laddie was clinging to her hand, leading her nowhere in particular. Stars' eyes glanced around her, watching the families and couples and tourists buzz around, happy and carefree. It made her a little bit hungry.
However, before she could be pulled too far, something caught her eye. Or, rather, someone, standing at a clothing stand, looking over the ridiculously priced items at hand.
The young woman browsing was beautiful. Her expression was content, focused on a particular dress that caught her eye. She looked at the price tag, and cringed, her eyebrows furrowing and mouth tipping down. Star thought it was really cute.
Laddie was tugging at her hand, confused at what she was looking at. "Star?" he asked, and she looked down at him for a second. The brunette squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly. When she looked back over to the girl, she was walking away from the shop.
"Come on, Laddie." Star said, quickly walking in the direction the girl went.
The human stopped eventually, in front of another shop, this time for jewelry. Star slowed down, biting her lip. She turned to Laddie and kneeled in front of him, asking "Can you stay here for me, love? I need to do something." The boy nodded, giving her a big smile. Star thanked him, giving him a quick hug before turning back to the jewelry stand. Thankfully, the girl was still there, looking at an earring display and thumbing her ear.
Star walked over calmly, looking over the girl's shoulder, seeing a pair of crescent moon earrings in her hand. She smiled, "Those would look great on you."
The young woman jumped slightly, turning around and almost bumping right into Star. When she realized that it was Star who was behind her, and how close they were, she giggled shyly and backed up. "Oh- thank you!" The human looked back at the jewelry in her hand. "I've been thinking about piercing my ears for a while, I've seen stands around here."
Star shook her head at the mention of the cheap piercing stands. "They're a rip off." When the girl looks disappointed, Stars quick to amend with "If you want your ears pierced, I'll do it."
She giggled again, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "That'd be nice, thank you…" She paused, and the brunette realized that she was asking for her name.
"Star," She stated, holding out her hand to shake. The girl smiled sweetly and took it. "Star." She repeated, and the way she said it made Star giddy, "I like Star. I'm Y/N."
Star couldn't help but let out her own giggle, rambling just a tad, "Y/N.. Y/N's good, I like Y/N."
There was a pause, and they were smiling at each other, but then a familiar ache came crawling into the vampires stomach, and she sighed a little.
"I have to go… I'm taking care of my little brother," Star looked behind her, and was relieved that Laddie was still standing and waiting, "But if you want, I'm going to be here tomorrow. We can pierce your ears then."
Y/N looked thoughtful, playing with the earrings still in her hand and chewing on her lip. After a few seconds, she nodded. "Okay, maybe we can meet back here?"
Star couldn't keep the biggest smile off her face, nodding enthusiastically. "Can't wait!"
When Star finally tore herself away from Y/N, she collected Laddie from his spot, swinging their linked arms and skipping. Laddie was laughing, enjoying Star's good mood. He had an idea of what was making Star so happy, and he hoped that it would work out for her.
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The next night went well, it went really well. Star pierced Y/N's ears, and put in those moon earrings, and she really did look beautiful in them. After that, they decided to hang out the rest of the night, walking and chatting and getting to know each other. Y/N was funny and charming and absolutely radiant. When they had to say goodbye, and Star had asked if she'd like to meet up again, Y/N didn't hesitate to say yes. If Star's heart could still beat, she bet that it would be pounding loud in her chest.
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The rest of the week, Star spent with Y/N, and she knew that the boys were starting to get suspicious. There were only so many excuses that she could make, before they would start to know that something else was going on. She knew that Dwayne tried asking Laddie about it, but the boy was a saint and just shrugged.
Star had entertained the idea of letting the boys meet her, maybe test and see if she was ready. There were a lot of worries in her head, because she knew that their… lifestyle wasn't for everyone, but Star also knew that she liked Y/N so much, and the easiest way, the best way for them to work out was for her to turn.
So, Star came up with a plan. She would formally introduce Laddie to her first, warm her up to the idea of seeing her family more. If Y/N took to Laddie, Star would soon introduce the rest of her family, her boys.
When the day came that she met up with Y/N, Laddie in tow, the humans eyes lit up and she smiled.
"Hey! You're Laddie, right?" Y/N asked him directly, and he beamed and nodded. The boy offered her his hand to shake, and said "It's nice to meet you Y/N. Star talks about you all the time."
Star stuttered, eyes wide, but before she could defend herself the human laughed brightly and shook his hand. "All good things, I hope!"
Then Y/N looked at Star with a hint of a smirk and mischievous eyes, and any arguments fell out of Stars head at that moment.
After that, the three of them hung out all night. Y/N took Laddie on rides and bought him ice cream, and even won him a small dinosaur plush. It reminded her so much of how the boys took care of Laddie, especially Dwayne, and it made Star's heart ache with affection. Maybe this could work out, maybe Y/N could make a new addition to their family.
Towards the end of the night, Y/N was insistent that they go on the ferris wheel at least once. Star agreed, but Laddie said he wanted to stay behind.
"Are you sure?" Star asked, and the little vampire agreed. "Yeah, I wanna sit down here."
The brunette thought that was strange, but she didn't argue. The two girls paid for the tickets to ride and they were shown to a little two seat cart. It was a bit of a squeeze, and Star and Y/N were pressed up against each other as the ride started.
They talked a little as their cart slowly made it to the top. The stars were shining brightly, you could see the waves crashing on the beach nearby, the few remaining people walking the boardwalk looked like little ants. The only other time Star got this view was when she was flying.
There was a moment of silence, then Star heard Y/N's voice ask, a little timidly, "Star?"
The vampire looked at the human. "Yes?" she replied, and grew a little concerned at the look on Y/N's face. Maybe it turned out she was afraid of heights?
"What's wro-"
Before she could finish her question, soft hands were cupping her face, and suddenly she could feel warmth on her skin, and Y/N's chapped lips pressed against hers, a gentle pressure that Star didn't know how to process.
Y/N pulled away when Star failed to respond, she could hear the thundering of her human heart, but before the fear of rejection could settle into Y/N, Star quickly pulled her back into another kiss. She squeaked in surprise, making Star giggle against her lips. They both pulled away this time, and the cart started to climb back down.
Yeah, Star was praying for this to work.
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It was a few nights later when David finally cornered Star at the hotel, arms crossed and looking serious. She was honestly surprised that it had taken this long to confront her, but it didn't make her any less nervous.
"Alright Star, I've been plenty patient, but will you please tell us what's going on?"
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Star supposed this was it, it was time to see if her plan would work out in the long run.
"I just…". She started, then trailed off, before taking a deep breath and gained the courage to say, "I've met someone."
The reaction from everyone was immediate, save Laddie, who already knew everything.
"You what?!" Paul shouted, running over and slamming into David's back. David bit back a growl as he glared at Paul. "Since when? Who is he? He got a name? Details, Star!"
Marko and Dwayne quickly joined the party, just as eager to hear about this mysterious person that Star met. If they didn't meet up to standard, there'd be hell to pay.
Star smiled at Paul's enthusiasm, raising an eyebrow. "Well, for starters, her name is Y/N. We met a little bit ago. She's lovely, I care about her a lot."
There was silence as the boys processed what Star had told them. She knew that it didn't have anything to do with your gender, they were just protective of their pack, their family, so her meeting anyone made them want to think about it. She would feel the same if it was one of them who had a special someone outside of them.
Finally, David spoke up again. "We need to meet her." There was an edge of finality in his statement, leaving no room for argument. The rest of the boys nodded amongst themselves in agreement.
"I know." Star replied, knowing that whether Y/N would be turned or not, they would need to meet her. "But please don't scare her off, okay?"
Marko snorted a bit, probably about to say something snarky, but Dwayne beat him to the punch. "We won't.”
Star sighed and nodded her head. Well, it was now or never. She just hoped that Y/N could bite what they were offering her to chew.
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I Had a Dream (Part Three) -- BAU Team
“Toy With Me”
Written By: @desperately-bisexual
Request: None.
Warnings: Sir kink, Dom/sub relationship, Mistress kink, Daddy kink, Master kink, dirty talk, bondage, BDSM, degradation, edging, nipple clamps. The reader does go by they/them pronouns, however, the team refers to them as female when saying “good girl”.
Pairing: BAU team x Nonbinary!Reader (fem anatomy)
Word Count: 3265
I let out a shaky breath as I moved back onto the middle of the bed, then laid down until my head hit the pillows. I was staring up at the ceiling, listening to Emily as she went to go tell them we were ready. It took about a minute of me sitting in silence and my own arousal for the door at the top of the stairs to open again, and the stampede of steps started echoing throughout the basement. I instinctively closed my legs. When the mattress space to my left started to sink, I looked to see Hotch there.
“I’ll be in the corner, my love. It’s you and me, okay? You say the word, and we’ll stop.”
I reached up to touch his face. “I’m okay, Sir.” We leaned towards each other and kissed passionately for a moment. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
After a moment of letting his words brew, Hotch got off the bed and went to sit in his armchair in the corner. It was a black leather seat that managed to blend in with the dark blue painted walls fairly well. He liked to sit there and watch toys torture me for hours. That was his spot. He wasn’t going to let anyone take it. As for the rest of the team, I craned my neck up long enough to see that Garcia had pulled Morgan to the couch on the far side of the room, just in front of the tv on the wall opposite me. JJ, Reid, Rossi, and Emily were all standing around the bed, looking down at me.
“They’ve soaked their pants,” Rossi pointed out.
I whimpered and squeezed my thighs together to hide the embarrassing wet spot in my sweatpants. Rossi and Emily, however, worked together to pull my legs apart. My breath sputtered.
“They were riding my thigh earlier,” Emily said. She suddenly landed a slap on my clothes pussy, making me moan out. My clit was throbbing and the strike only made it more obvious to me. “I bet they would’ve tried to cum if we weren’t interrupted. Isn’t that right, slut?” She landed another slap.
I tensed my legs in an attempt to close them again, but Emily and Rossi held true. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Sir’s trained a good slut, it seems,” Rossi said, referencing Hotch. “Always needy and obedient.” He ran a finger up my slit starting at my entrance, slowly working its way up to my clit, making me moan and wiggle again. “Reid and JJ, grab their arms.”
My eyes widened and I shook my head. JJ and Reid ignored me, though. They each grabbed one of my wrists, then pinned them over my head.
“That’s better,” Rossi hummed, running his finger up me again. “No panties?”
“Never,” Hotch answered from his seat.
“No bra, either…”
Emily and Reid both reached to squeeze my breasts. I moaned and tugged against all of their holds. “They love to squirm,” Emily explained.
“We can fix that. Morgan—“ Rossi glanced over his shoulder to see Morgan passionately kissing Garcia to ease her nerves. “Never mind. Aaron—“
“On it.” Hotch got up from his seat to walk over to the ropes hanging on the walls. “Four?”
“Better make it five, just to keep their hips down.”
I made another weak attempt to pull away from them, but the four of them only tightened their grips on me. Rossi and Emily, I expected; but JJ and Reid were really surprising me. I think the shock of their change in behavior only made me more wet, though. I couldn’t wait to see how hard they would fuck me.
“Pants,” Rossi said to the other three people holding me. They all worked together to pull my sweatpants off and throw them to the side. I hissed as the cold air hit my cunt. “Fuck… You’re so fucking wet for us.”
Hotch threw the five separate ropes onto the bed, then returned to his seat. Rossi released me with one hand so that he could start tying my right ankle to the bottom right bedpost. When he was done, he let go of me entirely. I tested the waters by pulling my leg, but Rossi had tied me so tight I couldn’t even bend my knee. I cursed under my breath and gave up. He handed a length of rope to Emily, instructing her to tie my waist down to the bed using the loops on either side of the mattress. She traded spots with Rossi at my left ankle. As he started tying my other ankle up, Emily got to work on my waist. She started by tying one end of the rope to the loop on the left side of the bed, then she snaked the rope under and over me twice before tying the other end to the right side hook.
“Pull,” Hotch said from his seat.
I listened to his order. I tugged at my ankles and bucked my hips around, but I found that I couldn’t do anything but pointlessly squirm around for their own enjoyment. “Fuck,” I whispered, going limp.
“Reid, their arms,” Rossi ordered, hanging him the remaining two lengths of ropes.
Spencer Reid was the real rope master in the group, that much I knew. Throughout our time working together, I figured out that he knew the best ways to tie people up, what Shibari was, and all the different kinds of rope and their purposes. So, when he tied me so tight I was grabbing onto the headboard and couldn’t do anything but stretch my fingers, I actually wasn’t surprised. JJ was, though. She was trying, bless her heart. She was there, and she was interested in all of this, and she wanted to try to do her best, but she always screamed submissive to me. The way she was looking at Emily made me believe that she showed up with the belief that Emily would finally Dom her. Honestly, after watching JJ cluelessly mess with the rope and Emily had to step in, I knew right then and there what was going to happen.
Emily put her hand on the small of JJ’s back, making her gasp and drop the rope in her hands. I watched as Emily whispered something in JJ’s ear, then took her hand and led her to the couch where Morgan and Garcia were sitting. With JJ out of the way, Reid kneeled onto the bed and stretched across my body to start tying my other wrist to the headboard. For a moment, I could take in how he smelled like old books and mahogany. It was intoxicating.
Finally, when I was tied to each bed post, leaving me spread and vulnerable to them, Rossi and Reid took a step back to admire me. I lifted my head off the pillows to look around the room. Hotch was sitting in his chair in the corner, one ankle crossed over his knee, his hands in his lap to cover his erection. Rossi and Reid were standing next to each of my ankles. Morgan was still holding Garcia close, and I could tell that she was finally relaxing and getting into it. I was glad. Emily had JJ in her lap, both of their hands wandering over each other’s bodies, their lips hovering so close they were nearly kissing. I melted.
When Reid ran a finger up my calf, I suddenly tensed again and pulled at all of the restraints. Rossi was pleased with his work on my ankles, and Reid was pleased with his work on my wrists. I could see it in their grins.
“Aaron,” Rossi turned, “do you have cloth scissors?”
“Top right cubby,” he answered, pointing to the black two by two cubby drawer storage we had to my left.
As Rossi stepped away to find the scissors, Reid stepped directly in front of me at the end of the bed, and he put both of his hands on my tied ankles. I couldn’t feel his cold touch until he slowly started trailing up onto my shins. When a gentle, quiet moan left my lips, I could feel all eyes on me. Garcia and Morgan had stopped running their hands all over each other, and JJ and Emily had stopped staring into one another’s eyes long enough to stare at me.
“Please…” I begged uselessly.
“Please, what, baby girl?” Morgan asked from his seat.
My heart skipped a beat. “Something… Anything… Just… Touch me. Please.”
“I am touching you,” Reid teased, his fingers moving up to my thighs. He stopped for a moment, then squeezed them like they were dough. “You’re shaking.”
Hotch and Emily eyed me suspiciously. Yeah, I was shaking because I was a little scared of what was going to happen— but it was a good scared. I was anxious to see where Reid would move next, or how Rossi would use the scissors to cut off my shirt. I was anxious to know when Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Garcia would get involved. I was curious as to if Hotch had told them about his dream, and if they planned to reenact it. I didn’t even know if Hotch was going to get involved at all or if he was just going to sit and watch while he still tried to hide his erection. I was scared because I didn’t know what was going to happen. But I didn’t want them to stop. In fact, I really fucking wanted them to hurry up.
“Mister S,” I whispered, lifting my head again so that I could look at him. What I saw shocked me again. Earlier, he looked at me in a way that said: “I’m going to fuck you sore”, but now he was looking at me in a way that said: “I’m going to torture you until you’re nothing but a screaming whore.” That only made me wetter. “I’ll be good, I swear.”
“Not yet,” Rossi interrupted Reid before he could move his hands to where I needed him most.
I whimpered and fell limp. Rossi kneeled onto the side of the bed, grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt, and pulled it taught before lining the scissors up. I tensed slightly so that I could hold still. As he slowly started cutting, I shivered when the cool metal touched my skin every time the blades opened up before closing down again. When he reached the valley between my breasts, Rossi gave up on the scissors. He set them on the bedside table, then reached to rip the rest of my shirt apart. I yelped quietly.
The second my chest was exposed, I could hear Garcia getting up from the couch to walk over to the bed. Despite the fact that my mind was mainly focused on the way Reid was still kneading my thighs and Rossi was running his hands up and down my sides, my ears were trained onto listening for Garcia’s movements. Next thing I knew, she was standing to my right. I looked at her to see that her eyes were dilated, her lips were swollen from kissing Morgan, and her hands were shaking. I think she was waiting for permission to reach out. Rossi caught on, too, so he gave it. He told her that it was okay, that she could do with me as she wished. No one was going to stop her.
To test the waters, Garcia reached out and immediately pinched my nipple. I gasped and arched my back. Everyone snickered. As she rolled the bud between her thumb and index fingers, I became nothing but a puddle of loose moans. Three different people were touching me, and yet all of them were purposefully missing the one place I needed them most. Hotch liked to tease me— it was his favorite thing to do— and he somehow managed to get more creative with it every time we played, but having seven other people in the room with me, and yet not a single one of them was making a move to fuck me until I saw stars… It was killing me. I needed them. Any of them. All of them. I didn’t care. I just needed something.
Garcia was more comfortable now. She had tested the waters, so now she wanted to do more. Using her other hand, she pinched my other nipple, and she pulled at both of the sensitive nubs lightly.
“Penelope…” I moaned out.
“Shh…” she cooed.
I bit my lip to hold myself back. She pinched and rolled my nipples a little harder. I wanted to scream out for her, but I swallowed back everything I felt for the sake of following the rules. But then I felt a finger run up my wet slit, and I couldn’t help myself. I moaned and thrashed around on the bed until Rossi pulled his finger away from my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his finger.
“See how they’re so needy for any kind of touch, they’ll do whatever you ask.”
So that was what he meant when he requested his odd “teacher roleplay”. Most people interpreted that as a girl in a skimpy school uniform, then her and her partner would pretend like they were a student/teacher dynamic. But this was far from that. He liked talking about me as though I weren’t even there, and it was all for the sake of teaching the others how to tease and use me. I supposed it made sense in hindsight. The one party Rossi did invite us to happened to be at his house. We were running late because we had to drop off Jack at Haley’s house later than anticipated, so we missed the main introduction part of the night where a general scene took place in the living room. Now that Rossi was there, teaching Garcia and Reid about my behavior, I started piecing together that the scene Hotch and I missed had something to do with this roleplay as well.
Rossi pulled his finger out of my mouth. As he asked Morgan to come over, he wiped his finger clean on my chest. When he was out of the way, Garcia bent down to suck my right nipple while her fingers still played with the left. I cried out and kept squirming, though I knew nothing would end up happening because of my fighting. It was like my body was trying to find some way out of the bondage, but Reid and Rossi had ensured that I could barely move. Even the rope around my waist that Emily tied kept me pressed close to the mattress. I could still arch my back when euphoria would hit, but only barely. Rossi noticed, so he crouched down to tighten the rope on the hook. I groaned as I felt the rope pull me down onto the bed until I couldn’t move my hips.
When Morgan arrived at Rossi’s side, I looked up again to see past the group standing around me to spot that Emily already had JJ laying on her back on the couch. Emily’s hands were under JJ’s shirt, massaging her breasts so that JJ would moan, opening her mouth for Emily’s dominant kiss. I gulped and moaned at the sight. I wanted that to be me. I wanted someone to at least be over me already, getting ready to fuck me. The good news was, it seemed like that was where this was all heading, because Reid moved out of the way, and Morgan climbed onto the mattress space between my spread legs. He was palming himself through his pants. Both him and Reid had been hard since entering the house and seeing my obedience, but now that things were escalating, I could tell that Morgan was as eager to fuck me as I was to have him inside of me. But that wasn’t the point of this game they were all playing. I was starting to put pieces together that Hotch must’ve told them to torture me either when they were on the phone hours earlier or when Emily brought me downstairs and they were all waiting up in the living room.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Morgan groaned quietly, bringing two fingers to my entrance. “Is this all for us?” He slowly rubbed the tips of his fingers around my hole, collecting my wetness.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Jesus, Aaron,” Rossi chuckled, “what did you do to them to break them like this?”
Hotch smirked from his seat. “I didn’t let them cum this morning.”
I moaned out as Morgan pressed his middle finger into me. “Thank you, Daddy—” Another moan quickly escaped me as he inserted his ring finger, too. “Thank you—” He pulled his fingers out of me. “No, no, no, no, please. Daddy, please.”
“I like it when you beg, baby girl,” he teased me while slowly circling my entrance.
Garcia moved her mouth to my other nipple, which was when I realized that Reid had moved away from me to grab the nipple clamps. I looked up at him with pleading eyes, shaking my head, playing along with the non-con play he wanted to try. Morgan didn’t give me a chance to think about it too long because he thrust three fingers into me suddenly and curled them directly into my g-spot without hesitation. I cried out, screwed my eyes shut, and tried to buck around, but I couldn’t. I whined. Reid pinched my free nipple between his hand, managing to work around Garcia since she was still busy putting her attention into my other nipple. As he pinched it, I felt the tip of the clamp move around so that he could find the best position to release it. Hotch and I had all different kinds of clamps, but my favorites were the ones that looked like small metal clothespins with a chain connecting both of them together. Hotch must have told Reid that, because I suddenly felt the clamp contract on my hard nipple, and I immediately knew that it was the clothespin because of how painful it was.
I cried out, “Fu—” Rossi pressed a hand over my mouth to shut me up. With me silenced, Morgan started working his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. My walls tightened around him as I practically screamed into Rossi’s hand.
“They’re so tight,” Morgan said.
“Don’t let them cum,” Reid spoke up. Garcia pulled away from my nipple and moved out of Reid’s way so that he could attach the other end of the clamps. “Just… like… that…” He released his grip on the clamp so it closed down around my nipple. I thrashed around in response to the pain that was racing through me. Reid suddenly pulled at the chain between my breasts. “Stop moving, slut.”
I blushed and stopped moving, despite the natural instinct to do so every time Morgan spread or curled his fingers inside of me. That was when Garcia pressed a single finger against my clit. I moaned her name as she started matching Morgan’s pace, my orgasm approaching fast.
“I’m close,” I warned. Morgan grabbed Garcia’s hand, and they simultaneously pulled away from me. “No, please!” I begged as my walls clenched around nothing. My clue throbbed and ached for Garcia’s touch, yet nothing came. “Shit…” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling in surrender.
They all chuckled at how I gave up.
“Good girl,” Hotch said from his seat.
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