#It just always make me stop and take notice when I see people saying what they hate and I know that is what I probably write 😂

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doubts | michael robinavitch x reader

summary: the reader drops off food for the crew and notices how close robby and collins are

You weren’t able to do it often, but when you could, you loved to bring food for robby and the others in the shift. Today you were bringing a few pizzas around lunchtime, hoping they would all be able to take a small break during the shift to take a few bites.

“You’re an angel!” dana exclaims as she sees you walking in with a few of the pizza boxes

“Y’all deserve this and more dana c’mon” you say with a smile as you catch the eyes of a few others eyeing the boxes pretty heavy

“Robby will be happy to see you today, it’s just been one of those shifts” dana tells you as she walks with you to the breakroom.

You barely have time to set the boxes down before people are already opening them up and grabbing at the paper plates you brought, “vultures” dana mutters under her breath with a smile

“I’m gonna go grab the rest of the boxes and then I’ll look for him” you let dana know as you head out of the break room and towards the exit

“Hey we heard you bought pizzas, need any help getting them out of your car?” Ahmad asks as you walk past the security office

“No I'm good, thanks for offering though! Go enjoy the pizza if you have a second” you say

As you were heading to your car, you froze when you saw robby and collins in a heated discussion in a quiet corner by the exit. You looked at them for a split second before you continued on to your car.

You were trying not to overthink it. Robby had told you he worked with his ex and at first you were taken aback by it, but he always assured you that it was in the past and he didn't see her as anything more than a coworker. He never gave you a reason to have any doubts but seeing them interact in person affected you more than you thought it would.

You were so in your head about it you didn’t realize robby had spotted you and was calling your name until he tugged your arm, “why were you in the ER? Are you hurt? Why didn’t you come find me?” he asked, holding you at arms length by both shoulders to give you a look over for any injuries or signs that you weren’t okay.

“No no I’m fine, I just came to drop off a few pizzas for you guys, I was on my way to my car for the rest of them and then I was gonna find you” you said tightly, still thinking about how he and collins were looking at each other.

“You didn’t have to do that, thank you” he says as he brings you into a hug, he was only halfway through his shift but seeing you was exactly what he needed.

You wrap your arms around his waist, “you know I love bringing you guys food,” you say against his chest, “I have a few more pies to bring in”

He lets you go, “I’ll help you” he says, starting in the direction you were headed

“Don’t worry I got it, you’re busy. You can get back to collins if you need to, it looked like a pretty heated discussion” you say as you walk past him. You regretted mentioning it as soon as the words left your mouth but you couldn't help it

“Hey hey wait” he takes your hand to stop you from walking away but you shake him off. He jogs to get in front of you, “nothing is going on if that’s what you’re thinking, okay?” he says, his eyes searching yours, but you refuse to make eye contact with him, already feeling ridiculous for feeling jealous.

“No I know, it just–” you break off, trying to gather your thoughts,

“Just what, honey?” he prompts, he wished he was able to read your thoughts, see what was going on in that pretty little head of yours

“I didn’t think it would bug me is all” you shrug, you see he wants to say something but you shake your head, “we don’t have to talk about this here. it’s okay, we’re okay, I promise, I just need to work through what I’m feeling and why I’m feeling it” you try to reassure him and give him a kiss on the cheek. Honestly, you needed a few minutes to think about why you were so upset by what you saw.

“No wait, I wanna talk about this now, please” he says, he didn’t want to wait to discuss this in another six hours after his shift. He didn’t want you to be having doubts about your relationship, and the longer you both went without talking about it, the more you were going to overthink it

“Okay, after I bring in the other pizzas, I have a feeling they ran through the ones I already brought in,” you laugh, trying to relieve the tension between the two of you.

He helped you bring in the rest of the boxes and of course you were right, the boxes in the breakroom were already empty and in the trash. Robby makes a quick announcement outside at the nurses station, and after everyone tells you thank you, he takes your hand and leads you to one of the empty rooms near the back.

“Robby, you’re pretty busy right now we can talk about this later” you say, honestly surprised that no one has come to find him yet.

“I don’t want you having any doubts, okay? There is absolutely nothing goi-” he gets cut off by dana knocking and opening the door, “I’m so sorry but robby we need you” she says, feeling guilty about interrupting what looked to be an important conversation

Robby sighs, “yeah I’ll be right there” and dana closes the door with a nod

“Robby, we’re okay, I promise you” you say as you take his face in your hands, knowing that he was stressing about this whole thing

“Promise me we’re going to talk about this when I get back to the apartment after this shift” he says softly, his eyes searching yours

“I promise, I’ll be waiting for you” you say, realizing he was worried you weren’t gonna be at the apartment. “Seriously, don’t worry about this. Focus on the rest of your shift” you smile

He still looked worried, so you lean in and crash your lips against his and he eagerly returns it, hoping you can feel how much he loves you just through a kiss

“Go save some lives,” you say against his lips as you break away, his lips chasing yours. He leans his forehead against yours,”baby, I love you, but go before dana comes back in here” you laugh

He gives you a smile, “I love you, I’ll see you later” he says and he waits for your nod in confirmation before he leaves the room

—---

You were in the living room watching tv when robby walks in, “Y/n?” he immediately asks when he steps through the front door

“Living room!” you call out and he hurries to the couch, like he couldn’t believe you were actually waiting for him

He sits down next to you and brings you onto his lap, “Can we talk about earlier today?” he asks gently

“I feel silly about it now” you say quietly, your eyes darting down

“It’s not, okay? I wanna talk about it, I don’t want this just swept under the rug and it becoming a bigger issue in the future” he says as he takes your chin and forces your eyes on him

“I know nothing is going on with you and collins,” you start, “but I don’t know, something about seeing you two together just didn’t really sit right with me?” you try to explain, “I trust you, and know I have nothing to worry about, I guess I just had a moment of jealousy” you shrugged

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, sweetheart,” his hand coming up to cup your cheek, “you know I only see her as a co-worker, right? The conversation you saw was us disagreeing about a case, nothing more” he clarifies.

“At first I didn’t think it bothered me when you first told me you worked with your ex, but I guess seeing you together just threw me off a little. The more I think about it, the more it bothers me, but I know this is something I’m just gonna have to work through” you say with a tight smile, it's not like you had another choice. They were coworkers and you just had to accept that

“What can I do? What do you need from me?” he asks, if there was anything he could do to make you more comfortable, he’d do it in a heartbeat

“Maybe just give me reassurance when I need it?” you ask softly

“Of course,” he says as he rubs your thigh with his hand, “anything else?” he prompts

You think for a second, “nope” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck

“You’ll tell me next time you feel like this?” he asks, “I wanna know” he adds when he notices you hesitate

“Okay then yes, I’ll tell you next time” you say, and then you get an idea in your head, “you know, there is one thing you can do right now to make me feel better” you say shyly, a blush coating your cheeks

“What's that?” he asks, and then he feels you grind down on his lap and your lips crashing against his.

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[onlyquinns]

OH MY DAYS I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU

Jack hughes ideas - meeting the family for the first time for Jack's birthday (bc its his birthday soon yk). Like you go the lake house for the weekend and you just feel really awkward but like he ensures u youre fine. Like you go on the boat with everyone and you get inclued and end up having a great time.

you rock on the balls of your feet as you knock on the door, gift bag in hand. you’re sweating under the sweltering summer sun, wearing another layer of clothes over your swim suit. at the time, it felt like a smart idea, but now you definitely regret the decision.

the front door to the house swings open and reveals jack. he smiles at you and pulls you into a hug, hands pressing into your back and holding you like he hasn’t seen you in years.

“happy birthday, jacky,” you whisper into his shoulder, smiling softly into the cotton of his shirt.

jack murmurs his thanks and holds you a little longer. you reciprocate, making sure the glittery gift bag in your hands doesn’t hit him, but then freeze when quinn comes into view. your soft smile turns into a straight line as jack pulls back, confused why you’ve suddenly gone rigid in his arms. he turns around to see what you’re looking at, eyebrows pinched together in confusion, but chuckles at the sight of his brother.

“oh, that’s quinn,” jack says, ushering you in gently. you scoot in slowly, avoiding eye contact as quinn waves. you lift your hand in an awkward attempt at a greeting.

“hey,” quinn says. he smiles a little to ease your nerves. “good to have you with us. jack’s been talking about you a lot.” he chuckles and you know he’s trying to just be friendly, but your nerves won’t settle at all.

“haha… that’s… sounds like jack!” you say, hands clasped together in front of you. you stare at quinn and then glance away, scared to make eye contact with him. “uh, jack, where should i put this?” you raise the gift bag out to him and jack’s mouth forms a gentle ‘o.’

“baby, i told you that you didn’t have to get me anything.” jack takes the bag and shakes it up and down a little as a joke, watching your facial expression for any tells.

your cheeks feel warm, “i wanted to…”

jack stops shaking the bag and pulls you into a gentle hug, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, quinn long gone from the premise. “i’m only joking, babe, i appreciate it.” he gives you another kiss, then pulls away. “i’ll put it here, yeah? we can open gifts after lunch.” he walks you through the house, all the way to the back door by the kitchen, and places the bag on the counter with a handful of other gifts.

you eye them wearily, suddenly thinking about how many people are already in the building. “just a quick question, how many people are here?” you ask, subconsciously picking at your nails.

jack helps you out through the sliding door and into the yard, where luke lounges on a chair and quinn tends to a grill. “just these guys—and mom and dad, obviously.”

at the mention of his parents, ellen and jim sit up from their spots next to luke—they’d been completely hidden by the furniture around them that you hadn’t even noticed. ellen gasps at the sight of you and rushes to greet you, jim taking his time to follow.

“oh, my goodness!” ellen squeals, warm hands coming to lightly cup your arms. “you’re absolutely gorgeous! jack is always telling us about you. it sounds like you’ve made an impact on him—right, jim?”

jim nods slowly, just having walked into the conversation. “yeah, it’s good to meet you.” he sticks out a hand and you slowly take it into your own, squeezing lightly as he takes the initiative to shake them up and down. “woah, now,” he says, words laced with laughter, “don’t squeeze too hard! don’t wanna break any bones!”

you’re mortified and loosen your grip, pulling back your hand and placing it firmly against your thigh. jim chuckles as if you aren’t fully panicking in your head, taking his words too literally. you’re about to excuse yourself when jack presses a firm hand to your lower back, grounding you.

“good joke, dad,” jack says, head tilted and a crooked grin on his lips. “why don’t we get her settled, and we can talk after we eat. looks like quinn’s about done.”

jim and ellen nod and walk off, joining their oldest at the grill. their words and laughter fill the air but you barely pay attention, too focused on standing like a normal person.

“you’re doing great,” jack says suddenly, pulling your mind away from what foot goes where. “i know you’re nervous, but you’re doing really good.”

you smile up at him weakly, “thanks. i’m trying.”

jack chuckles, “i know.”

eventually after dinner, you find yourself on the hughes family boat. it was jack’s idea to go out on the lake, just to show you the view and what the boys do for fun. you didn’t know it, but fun meant wakeboarding.

you watch as jack takes his turn, smooth and confident in his abilities. you’re amazed at how he makes it look easy, eyes wide as he goes through the boat’s choppy wake with ease. ellen claps next to you, grinning wide and then laughing when jack finally hits a rough patch and falls in.

“wow, that might’ve been the longest ride of the night!” she says once he surfaces, eyes crinkling with how wide her smile is.

jack laughs and pulls himself out of the water, taking a towel from luke’s outstretched hand. he shakes his wet hair out like a dog and sprays you with cold water, smiling as you squeal and giggle for—what feels like—the first time of the night.

“hey, why don’t you go next?” he suggests, stripping the damp life vest off to hand to you.

you shake your head, “no! no, i’ll embarrass myself.” you laugh awkwardly.

everyone around you suddenly rallies together, phrases like “oh, cmon!” and “you’ll do great!” coming from all angles.

you get up reluctantly, knees shaky as you take the life jacket. jack takes the time to clip it on you, adjusting it so it fits you perfectly. jack swaps spots with quinn once you’re in the water and situated for your turn, starting the boat slowly to help you adjust.

you wobble on the board, eyes glued to the gentle waves that you glide through. your tongue peeks out just a little as you concentrate, thoughts of being judged gone as you make sure you don’t suddenly capsize.

“good to go faster?” jack calls behind him, torso twisted to peer back at you and his arm slung over the back of his seat.

you nod, “yeah!” you adjust your feet and brace your knees as the boat picks up. a light casts over you and you’re acutely aware of someone recording a video of you but you don’t care, fully invested in your wakeboarding attempt.

ellen whoops as you hit a particularly large wave and land it, clapping and cheering your name as you move left and right. quinn and luke chuckle, clapping for you as well, and jim sits back with a smile. your nerves are long gone and your body feels lighter, lost in the sensation of the dip and rise of the board under your bare feet.

when you finally fall into the water, freezing cold waves hitting your body and face, you laugh. you fling your wet hair behind you and swim to the boat. quinn sticks out a hand for you as jack finally brings the boat to a stop, pulling you back aboard with ease. you shiver in the evening breeze but you still smile.

“that was awesome!” jack praises, helping you with the life vest and your wet hair. he wraps a thick towel around your body and holds you to his chest, rocking back and forth. “you did so good!”

ellen hums and you hear a camera click, but you pay no attention to it.

“i definitely lasted longer than you did,” you tease, pulling away and taking an outstretched beer from luke.

jim snorts, “you certainly did,” he agrees, scooting over so you can sit next to him. he holds out his beer to you and you clink your can to his, smiling at the gesture.

you take a huge gulp, still smiling against the rim of the can. despite how you’d felt in the beginning, you’re pleased with yourself. jack sits down next to you, luke having taken over the boat for quinn’s turn.

“with the way you wakeboard,” he starts, “you’re definitely always invited to the lake.”

you giggle and knock your head against his shoulder, passing your cold beer to him. he takes it me holds it in his lap, smiling at the bright look in your eye.

ellen giggles, “she’s a hughes—she’s always invited no matter what.”

[ducksido]

If you're comfortable with it could I request headcanons for leona, ruggie, rook and lilia (with lilia it can be platonic or romantic whichever you prefer) with a fem reader that escaped an abusive household to go to nrc and had been struggling with self worth and the desire to continue on but after some time settling in and becoming close to the boys she tells them one day she feels like life is worth living again since meeting them

Thanks!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona initially notices something off about you before you even say a word. You flinch at raised voices, are overly apologetic, and downplay your own achievements.

He doesn’t push. Instead, he treats you like you deserve space and respect—which, ironically, is what makes you begin to trust him.

He naps around you more often, and when he sees you’re spiraling, he’ll casually pull you down beside him like, “You’re overthinking again. Lie down. Rest.”

As your friendship (or relationship) deepens, he becomes quietly protective. Anyone who dares speak down to you gets a cold glare that promises consequences.

The day you tell him, voice trembling, “I think… I want to keep going. Because of you. I finally feel like living is worth it,” his expression softens in a way no one else ever gets to see.

He pulls you into a firm embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “‘Bout damn time you saw what I’ve seen in you.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie grew up rough too—not the same, but enough to recognize certain survival habits. He notices how alert you always are, the way you brush off kindness.

He brings you snacks “just ‘cause,” teases you gently, and drags you into helping him with errands so you’ll stop isolating yourself.

Eventually, he gives you a pep talk, full of sharp honesty: “You matter more than you think. People like us—we’re tougher than we look. But you? You deserve more than just surviving.”

He’s always upbeat on the surface, but when you finally open up about your past and how much better you’ve been feeling lately, he freezes—then breaks into the softest, proudest grin.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t make me cry or nothin’. I’m really glad, though. Like, really glad. You deserve to feel that.”

He jokes afterward to ease the mood, but he holds your hand a little tighter for the rest of the day.

Rook Hunt

Rook is perceptive to an eerie degree. He doesn’t know your full story, but he sees the pain behind your smile and treats it with quiet reverence.

He compliments you earnestly—not just your looks, but your courage, your kindness, your patience. Things no one’s probably ever praised you for.

You often catch him watching you with a bittersweet smile when you laugh or get excited—like he’s watching someone rediscover light after living in shadows.

When you finally say it—that being around him has made you want to live, made you feel seen and valued—he doesn’t speak right away.

Instead, he gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it, voice low and filled with emotion. “Mademoiselle, to inspire such a rebirth in your spirit… I am honored beyond words.”

That night, he paints a small portrait of you smiling—his way of immortalizing the moment you chose life again.

Lilia Vanrouge (Can be romantic or platonic)

Lilia is deceptively lighthearted, but he catches on quickly to your hesitance, your inner battles. He’s old—he’s seen too many stories like yours.

He tries to bring comfort through warmth: silly memes, hot tea, reassuring shoulder touches. He never judges.

On the bad days, he sits with you silently, letting you talk when you’re ready, or playing soft music while you rest your head in his lap.

When you open up—eyes welling up as you admit that you’re still here because of him—he gently cups your cheeks, eyes shimmering with pride and sorrow.

“Oh, sweetheart… you’ve always had that strength in you. I’m just glad I could be someone who reminded you it was there.”

He hums an old lullaby afterward while holding you close, as if warding off the darkness that once ruled your world.

[itseasytoremember]

[[For ease of reading, and so don't annoy everyone with more excessively long posts, I've posted the entirety of the story under the cut]]

Day 2

I feel like I'm going to want to start logging these posts. If for nothing else than a log of Things I Tried that DID NOT work. We will call this day 2 because I started writing this log yesterday. Or not yesterday, but like, last today. Yestertoday. Yestoday. This is dumb. Anyways.

My plan did not go to... Plan.

Let me explain the problem first, and then I'll explain my "plan."

A few loops ago, before I knew it was a loop, I figured I would skip my morning workout in the hopes of getting to work early, because "there was a lot of traffic on First st. these last few days" I hadn't yet realized it was always the SAME traffic.

Anyways I left early and sure enough there was no traffic. I was actually at the red when I saw the guy for the first time, he seemed distracted, he kept looking at his phone and then whipping his head around, clearly he was looking for something and, by the amount of sweat on his forehead, he had been for a while. I only really noticed the guy because every other person I could see was looking at him too. The crossing guard, the kids, their parents, the people at the cafe, everyone was looking at the dude having a really bad day. He wasn't exactly being subtle is what I'm getting at.

All of a sudden he looks across the street and gets this big relieved look, seemed to find whatever it was he was looking around for, and headed toward it. It's just unfortunate that the light had changed while he looked at his phone.

No one had time to react, to even say anything. One second twe were all watching some guy act out the 5 stages of grief at 7:35 am, the next a Ford F-150 turned him into paint.

So, my plan was this; to stop that from happening.

I'll admit it's not the most thorough plan but I figure what it lacks in steps, it makes up for in adaptability.

Today, I made it there just as the man was looking up from his phone, maybe 45 seconds later than the day before, which meant I was still early enough to get out of my car, run into the road and yell "HEY STOP" but decidedly not early enough to then avoid the fucking truck myself. Oh also, the guy still got hit. He ran onto the road, I guess to try to help me, and a BMW took his legs out. The bastard. What was he going to do? Reattach my spine?

Well I'm back in bed at home so I'll take that as suspicions: confirmed re:timeloop.

I'm going to go to work now, after that I'll figure out a plan to get to the intersection earlier.

Day 3: I'm stupid

Why the fuck was I still going to work. Yesterday I TRIED to warn my boss about his paper coffee cup having a bad seam, and when he rolled his eyes and took a sip, thus spilling coffee on himself YET again, he tried to make it MY fault. He said I somehow distracted him? I went back to my office thinking one day I should find a better way to spend my life once I'm out of this loop when it hit me, and man do I feel dumb. 9-5 for the last I don't even know how many actual days. I could have been planning. I could have been doing anything other than finance. So I quit. I mean it won't matter tomorrow but I've decided to stop going in regardless.

I'm going to spend the next few days experimenting. Currently I wake up with my alarm at 6:30, which gives me one hour to put into action my plan, my first goal is to try and extend that time as much as I can.

The morning after my brush with a pickup's grill, my neck and back were achy for about an hour, which leads me to believe that my body remembers something of the last days events, even if after a while they fade. I'm going to first try staying up all night, to see if I can just start the day at midnight, and failing that, I'm going to try the exciting plan of going to bed early and drinking loads of water, because changing my phone's alarm won't do anything as it will reset every morning anyways.

I'll make sure to keep note of anything interesting over the next few loops, but I doubt I'll make much actual progress. Still, this log ensures I remember what happened, every detail, so I can change it. why? Why not spend eternity trying to save a life.

Day 7

Okay staying up doesn't work. The second I pass midnight I pass out, waking up at my usual time, just a little more tired and sluggish than usual. I run the risk of actually sleeping through my alarm and losing precious minutes. Lacey's alarm actually woke me up the first time I tried it.

Chugging water just meant I had to rush to the bathroom when I woke up, but it was still my alarm waking me.

Weirdly, going to bed early was the the thing that did the trick. I didn't have much hope in this working, but Lacey has been going to bed early for the last 20 years of our marriage and she's always up well before her alarm, so I figured it couldn't hurt to try.

Now it's not like I'm gaining hours, but yesterday I went to bed at 9:00 pm and I'm currently writing this at 6:25 am. Is going to bed 2.5 hours early worth it for 5 extra minutes in the morning? Usually I'd say no, but this isn't a usual situation. 5 extra minutes might be the difference I need.

5 minutes does, unfortunately seem to be the max I can get though, two days ago I tried going to bed at 8:30 and all I got for it was a weird look from Lacey. If anything, It took me longer to fall asleep than at 9, and so I ended up actually sleeping in a few minutes before I realized what I was doing.

The guy steps into the path of the truck at exactly 7:35am, meaning I have 1 hour and 10 minutes to stop that from happening every day. That means prep, getting there, and execution of my plan must require a maximum of 70 minutes, including the 34 minutes it take for me to drive there.

Actually I wonder if there is a better route. I'm going to try a few different paths over the next couple loops, and keep note of which one is fastest.

Okay, my alarm just went off, I'm gonna try getting there early and just tackling the guy. Maybe I'm overthinking it and it's just that simple.

Day 8: it was NOT that simple.

So I tried just running up and tackling the guy. Apparently some people don't appreciate being, in bystanders words, "chased by a guy who ran out of his car."

So, when the guy RAN AWAY FROM THE MAN TRYING TO SAVE HIS LIFE, and INTO TRAFFIC, everyone made it seem like it was somehow MY fault, and I spent the rest of the day in a holding cell. I called Lacey to bail me out, but I couldn't reach her at work and they only allowed me one phone call. I suppose I could have sped up the wait by hanging myself in my cell or something dramatic like that but that just doesn't feel right to me.

Maybe if I keep getting arrested, sure, but it wasn't actually all that bad once the processing was done. I did what I imagine you are supposed to do in jail; I thought about what landed me in that position and how to prevent it from happening again. That left me with a few things I'm going to have to consider moving forward if I want to save this guy and also continue on with my life as normal.

Which, is still a time loop, but, again, I'm fine with routine. I'm also finding that I'm perfectly content with this situation now that I've found something interesting to do with my days. "Day". That's still annoying.

Okay here's my list of Things I Considered In Jail:

- I shouldn't resort to anything that can get me arrested, injured (or killed) or otherwise caught up in unnecessary shenanigans.

- If I get caught in a lie, remember what the person said, I can try again next time round. confidence works wonders.

- I should figure out the guys name, what he does, where he is headed etc, you are more likely to look and listen, rather than RUN INTO TRAFFIC, if the guy yelling at you is not yelling but instead calling your name, smiling and waving.

- On that note, be friendly and get there early. I was over thinking my prep and under thinking my follow through. Get up and out of bed, I can speed a little as long as I don't get pulled over, and get there and PARK your car.

Okay writing this out has given me more confidence in my next attempt. I probably won't update this log until I've made some progress.

Day 13

YES! PROGRESS!

First is that the guys name is Ben. The second, and indisputably bigger discovery, is that Ben does something different every day! Different! Meaning not looping! Or not perfectly looping at least. He’s still dying every day, which I’m not crazy about, but he definitely feels like he’s connected to the loop. It’s not anything big, but I’ve noticed he will have his phone in a different pocket from one loop to another, or he will arrive from a different direction. Recently he’s started to have this look of familiarity to me, even though before this he was a complete stranger to me.

I’ve optimised my morning routine and route to the intersection as much as possible, but Ben coming from different directions every loop means I have no way of preemptively stopping him. Just that he shows up on the south east corner looking frantic, checking his phone, he sees something, and walks across the street as the light changes. Honk boom splat and the day resets.

Actually now that I write that down it feels correct to me. I have no idea why I’m looping this one day over and over, maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe this is connected, maybe it isn’t. It doesn’t actually change anything if they are, because I still have no idea what caused this, or is saving Ben will actually do anything at all.

I’m not super proud of how I got his name to be honest. I tried to get Ben’s attention with the, “don’t I know you from somewhere?” line, but he politely excused himself from the conversation right into the path of an oncoming bus.

I was about to just run and call the cycle a bust, but I noticed that, the way the guys jacket fell, I could actually see his wallet in the breast pocket.

So… I pickpocketed a dying guy. TO SAVE HIS LIFE, still didn’t feel great. At least I didn’t get caught and end up in jail again.

Ben Morriston. He has a driver’s license and a student ID. Huh, he’s in med school. Ok doctor Ben. Nice to meet you. How do I keep you alive?

Day 21

I haven't made a log in a while because I haven't really made any progress, that is, until today. made an assumption about this that was absolutely screwing me over, but I figured out what it was and I've fixed the problem;

My mistake was being overly familiar with Ben. My first attempt at calling his name out worked to stop him, but once he asked me how I knew him he immediately sussed out that I didn't actually have an answer to that. That led him to getting really freaked out, he tried to run, he ran onto the street, and a car hit him again.

I realize now that I assumed Ben would be more receptive to someone he knew, which may be true, but I also assumed I had the ability to convince him I am someone he knows, which I don't.

So going forward I'm going to keep lying to an absolute minimum, not only because I'm bad at it, but it's unnecessary. “Hi, you look lost, can I help you?” I should also try to figure out where he's actually headed...

Day 27

Ben is going to the hospital! Not currently, I'll get to that, but that is where he is headed when I encounter him.

Ben is currently very much dead. Turns out traffic is not the only thing I need to worry about.

I had managed to both stop him from wandering into traffic and figure out his desired location, but unfortunately for both of us, we had hardly made half a block when a rogue AC unit fell out a window, filling an area of space previously occupied by poor Ben's head.

The loop before the AC unit, it was a tire that had rolled out of a mechanics shop that took him out. Before that, a falling hammer from a construction site.

The guy has fallen into the sewer because of improperly placed manhole covers, he's tripped on a rolling skateboard and broken his neck, he's been pushed into a pane of glass, and had a pane of glass fall on him. If we are both stuck in a loop he has the much worse deal. I've seen so much blood and death at this point I'm not even reacting anymore. But if I get it right even one time and he lives maybe it'll all be worth it.

Tomorrow I'm going to start wearing an ID badge I got from a conference years ago. The badge is expired but that doesn't matter, what matters is it's on a lanyard from St Joseph's hospital. The same hospital Ben is headed to.

What benefit? No one questions someone 1. With what looks like a hospital ID badge and 2. Calling them by their full legal name.

I'm not fucking around with this any more. Ben is getting in my car and I'll drive him myself to the hospital.

Day 29

Yesterday I got Ben to the hospital. He listened to me, got into the car, and I drove him there without a hitch.

He thanked me repeatedly and ran inside, and I followed him in just to make sure the whole building didn't explode or something.

Turns out Ben needed to get to the hospital because his wife was in labor. He made it just in time. Him, his wife, the baby, everyone was safe and sound.

I was in the waiting room, i didn't want to be in anyone's way but it didn't feel right leaving, so I was just sitting there when Ben ran into the hallway to get me.

Ben thanked me again, he hugged me and told me he was so happy I could be there with him. He looked at me and it was like I had known him his entire life. I told him truthfully that I was so happy I could help get where he was going, and that he should go be with his family. He insisted that he was, and asked if I wanted to meet his son.

It was an odd but beautiful moment, and I'm happy I was allowed to experience it. Afterwards, I went home to Lacey, and we went to bed.

The loop didn't end. I woke up with my alarm to find that everything was back as it was yesterday. That's fine with me. I'm going to go pick Ben up now, and I think after that I'll surprise Lacey with lunch at work. You, the thing they don't tell you about being stuck in a time loop is it's really not all that bad.

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A newspaper obituary:

Joseph Duncan Morriston, Toronto, age 89, died peacefully at St Joseph's hospital, surrounded by his family and friends. Joe was always a kind soul who, after witnessing a catastrophic car accident, left a lucrative career on finance to become an EMT, where he saved countless lives and developed several procedures himself that are now considered best practices in care and ambulance driving.

Joe is survived by his son, Dr. Ben Morriston, and his grandson, Duncan Morrison, who was delivered at Belton general just two days before Joe's passing.

Joe will interred at St James cemetery beside his wife, Lacey Morriston (1935-2023).

A public celebration of life will be held at the Etobicoke community centre, with anyone whose life was touched by Joe being welcome to come and share a story with the family.

Joe's family has kindly requested that, in lieu of flowers, those inclined may donate to the Alzheimer's Association of Canada.

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UPDATE FOR OBITUARY POSTED YESTERDAY JOSEPH MORRISTON:

DUE TO AN OUTPOURING OF FEEDBACK BY THOSE JOE HAS HELPED, THE CELEBRATION OF LIFE HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE HARBORFRONT CENTRE, WHICH HAS BEEN KINDLY DONATED BY THE CITY, TO ACCOMMODATE THE LARGER CROWD EXPECTED.

The Thing They Don't Tell You About Being Stuck in a Time Loop

The first time round the time loop was honestly fine. Same with the second and the third. Honestly I didn't even realize i was in a time loop until day 7 or 8, and that was because the statistical chances of my boss spilling his coffee on himself, while in and of itself is not low, became exceedingly strained as the days went on.

But if it weren't for that, I probably would have never realised I was looping. Mock me all you like, I enjoy routine, I thrive with it, and so, yes, it may have taken me a little longer to realize my day was looping, but I would also argue that I am much less likely to succumb to some sort of mental break due to this situation. To some, I could imagine being stuck in a loop of one day would get boring, or even horrifying, I am not one of those people. Not only that, I was lucky enough to be stuck in a loop of a day in mid May, with decent weather, in my home city, with the woman I love. If it weren't for the fact that it's a work day, It would be perfect.

That and the man who keeps getting hit by cars.

The first time it happened I didn't notice. I feel terrible saying that but the first few days I was still going through things as though it was a normal day, and normally I take about 60 minutes from wakeup to leaving the house for work, which meant that by the time I would make it to the intersection where it happened, the car had been moved to the side of the road, and all I dealt with was a bit of traffic.

It wasn't until I started testing the parameters of the loop, breaking my routine, that I figured out what even caused the accident, but more on that later. For now, I have a plan to try and save this guy. I don't know why, but I feel like that's important. That he's important.

And I mean, what do I have to lose? Some time?

[angelqueef]

metal and pine, ch. 2 | knight!jason todd x princess!reader

a/n: was not expecting people to want more, thank you for the love! i put off cleaning my room for this so i hope you enjoy

cw: slow burn, mutual denial, inaccurate language used, slightly suggestive, jason is dramatic, reader is sassy, they both want that cookie bad

chapter 1 here

whatever this feeling was, jason hated it. it boiled and brewed in his chest, stomach turning and mind aching.

you haven’t left his mind since that night on the roof, and for the past week he’s spent his time aimlessly wandering the castle. he must have covered the whole building by now. the other guards and even the maids have started to whisper, taking notice that their typically cocky and dry humored knight was now slouched and quiet.

he didn’t care what they noticed or how they noticed it. the sounds of your sniffs and sobs are echoing too loud in his head, your gritty command for him to leave scraping against his eardrums.

“it’s me isn’t it? i’m the reason why i’m not in love. why i’m so lonely.”

he mulls over your question again, fucking stupid. you’re a stupid girl. why would you ever even conjure the thought? why put him in the position to answer such a meritless question?

of course you’re not the reason.

that’s what he should’ve said. that was the honest answer. then why couldn’t he say it? what was so hard about saying those six words?

it would be too honest, he decides. it would open a jar of worms that he doesn’t even know exists, it would make room for a seed to be planted—one that’s fed with lingering touches and tense air.

again, you’re his job. any amount of closeness between the two of you is merely forced proximity. nothing more, nothing less.

he’s repeating this like a mantra as he comes to a stop in front of your chamber doors.

he’s not even allowed to be this close to your room—his job is to only guard the perimeter of your quarters. but here he is, rubbing a pebble in his hands, trying to muster up the courage to just knock. he knows you won’t answer, you’re asleep. even if you weren’t, you like to be alone in the mornings, not even allowing maids to bring you breakfast and bathe you.

he shuts his eyes tight and pinches his creased brow, “stupid,” he murmurs. his favorite word, it seems. he leans his forehead against the door.

it pushes open.

jason flinches, halting himself from falling head first to the floor. he straightens up, looks around. he’s in your room. and you’re nowhere to be seen.

typically, as boyish as the man is, he would’ve taken a chance to stalk around your room, to make fun of whatever girly trinkets and treasures you’ve got lying around. but his heart drops at the sight of your empty bed and open window.

there’s no way you could’ve escaped without him knowing. he was manning the halls all night, pacing.

except for when he took a break to sneak some wine from the kitchen, two hours ago.

shit. he smacks his face in irritation—with himself and with you. if anyone finds out you’re gone, he’d be hung for sure.

he bolts to the open window and looks down, a makeshift rope of dresses and bed sheets hangs from the sill.

christ, you’re a piece of work.

he pulls in the rope to make sure no one sees or notices you’ve left. he swings himself out of the window and climbs down, fingertips digging in stone crevices.

taking a beat once he lands on the grass, he breathes in the foggy morning air. he looks for any trace of you, anything to lead him to where you are. he stills, stopping his shaky inhales, listening past the cicadas and morning doves.

jason just makes out the faint sound of hooves galloping deep in the forest that surrounds the castle. of course you’re hidden in there. there’s a clearing with a pond he used to always catch you near when you were teenagers, when the king would order him to keep an eye on you. you must be in a nostalgic mood.

he looks around, making sure no one’s around to see him, and bolts towards the sound of you. he swears he’s never run this fast in his life.

he slows when he makes it in, following the worn path to the clearing. he places his hand over his chest to calm the wild beats of his heart as he treks through the damp earth, keeping an eye out for critters and you.

hoisting himself up a tree for a better vantage point, he hops from branch to branch, barely making a sound in the process.

a horse neighs, he freezes. hushes and coos follow.

“shh, settle down, honey. you don’t want us to get in trouble, do you?”

he’ll deny it, but the hairs on his nape stand at the sound of your sweet voice, arms and back wrapped in goosebumps. it was everything he needed to hear.

thank god.

your knight hops three more trees to find you at the shore of the pond, petting and humming to your horse as she drinks the fresh water.

he doesn’t make himself known right away, taking a moment to drink in the sight of you, safe and smiling.

he’s never seen you in this state, curls wrapped in silk and spilling atop your head, white nightgown and robe loosely hanging off your shoulder, exposing the smooth, brown slope of your skin.

he swallows. gulps. he’s just looking—he assures no one but himself—nothing more, nothing less.

“and to think, i almost made it eight days without seeing your ugly mug,” you scoff, not even turning around to look at him.

he’s startled and nearly falls out of the tree, but he catches himself, swinging on the branch and dismounting on both feet. he’s always underestimated your ability to hear him.

“well, good morning to you too, princess,” he steps towards you, the familiar clinking of his armor nowhere to be heard.

“go ahead, tell me how you found me this time,” you’re still not looking at him, putting all your focus on your sweet girl nibbling on grass.

“i, uh-,” he pauses, he can’t tell you he was in your room, you’d probably have him hung personally.

“i was doing patrol on the perimeter. knew something was up when honey wasn’t in her stable.”

you hum, somehow you know he’s lying. call it women’s intuition. but you choose not to confront him right now.

“and i saw the sorry excuse for a rope hanging from your window.”

“ah. i’ll have to find a new method of escape.”

“maybe so.”

there’s silence, you still haven’t turned around to face him. anger and sadness rises in your throat. he can’t see you cry again.

“listen,” he says your name for the first time ever, causing you to whip your head to face him out of shock.

it’s your turn to take in this new sight of him, armor-less, nothing on but a worn wool shirt and a pair of faded black pants, leather holster held taught on his waist. you try not to stare at the way his chest puffs through the wool, or the way his tanned biceps bulge under crossed arms, or how his ebony hair hangs damp and messy in his face-

your eyes flutter and you look clear your throat, “what did you just call me?”

“it was the only way i could get your attention,” he continues, not letting you interject, “i was wrong for what happened that night. i was harsh.”

“yeah, no kidding.”

“god, can you let me apologize?”

“who said i was stopping you?”

as much as he wants to take back his insults, he can’t deny, you are annoying and you do tire him out.

he pinches between his eyebrows again, a habit developed at the cause of you. the white streak in his hair might become his whole head if you keep it up.

he exhales, “i acted out of my rank, and you don’t deserve that. it’s my job to protect you. i’m your knight, that is where my duties lie.”

“yeah, you are my knight. thanks for making it clear? what are you saying?”

“i’m saying that-,” he takes a breath, “maybe i’m not the person you should come to for advice.”

you scoff and shake your head, a habit developed at the cause of him. you mimic him, taking a step forward, closing the gap between you that he’s been trying so hard to upkeep.

he’s offended you, again. you had barely crossed the line of acquaintance and confidant, now he’s ripping the rug you just got comfortable digging your feet in right from under you.

you inch closer, tilting your head to catch his blue, downcast eyes, “is that really what you want? you want me to just be a job to you?” your voice is low, hurt.

he swallows nervously, nostrils flaring to an unheard beat, “y-yes,” it’s a lie, and you both know it.

neither of you break contact, eyes boring into each other for what feels like an eternity. hearts drumming loud and in sync.

you’re not sure what you’re waiting for. part of you wants him to break, to apologize on his knees and confess what he’s truly been feeling. the other part of you wants to cry into his chest, beg him to be your friend again. he’s the only one you were close to having.

you both have too much pride.

“well,” you break the silence, taking a step back. the gap between you now solidified into a sharp wedge, “can’t stop you from wanting to do your job, now can i?”

“no, you can’t, your highness,” he whispers.

“alright, that’s settled then,” your voice is uncharacteristically chipper as you make your way towards honey, hopping up and straddling her dense body.

your once loose nightgown is now wrapped tightly around your figure, highlighting the curve of your plush thighs and hips. jason’s eyes flutter, trying to find interest in anything but you.

“hop on.”

“what?”

“how else are you getting home, sir jason?”

“oh, i don’t- i was gonna-.”

you turn his words against him, “as my knight, it’s your duty to follow orders. now hop on.”

jason looks at you dumbly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. hesitantly, he leaps up on the horse, opting to hold onto the saddle. out of respect, obviously.

you whisper to honey, “c’mon girl, take us home. go fast, okay?”

your horse chuffs, acknowledging your words. smart girl. she takes off with a speed jason’s never seen, almost making him fall. he slides an arm around your waist out of instinct to stabilize himself.

you expected to laugh at his fear, a harmless prank. but your breath hitches at the pressure of his warm forearm pressed against your belly, only a thin layer of fabric a barrier between you.

your heart skips a beat. you’re alarmed is all.

jason feels your body tense against him, “apologies, your highness,” he murmurs, bumpy ride making his lips brush against the edge of your ear. chills run down your spine and heat rises to your cheeks.

“mhm,” you manage to squeak, eyes focused on the path in front of you.

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as soon as you bring honey to a halt in front of the stable, jason hops off before you can. he holds a hand out to you.

your eyes flit back and forth between his face and his long, calloused fingers.

“are you not ready to get off, my princess?”

his princess. you gulp at the name, the sound of his husky voice as it rolled off his tongue. you shake off the thought, it was nothing but a formality, surely.

you straighten up, “i can get off just fine on my own.”

he puts his hand down by his side, jaw clenching.

hopping off, you place the lead line in the same hand that tried to help you down. you smile coyly, “go ahead and tie her up for me, will you? i’m going to wash up.”

jason squints at the back of your head. he’s fucked up, royally. and you’re just getting started, besting him at his own game of teasing avoidance.

he replies through clenched teeth, “yes, your highness.”

[amirsnothere]

Found Home

Bucky X Reader

A/N - Just like everyone else, I watched Thunderbolts and I'm back on my Marvel loving shit. It's been a few years, but I'm excited to be back in it! I definitely had to take time to revisit all the Bucky content in preparation for this series though! Right now, the series is intended to be timeless, but I personally sorta picture it being before/around FATWS timeframe.

The first part is set in Bucky's POV, but all the rest of the parts will be Reader POV

Series Warnings: slow-burn, swearing, shouting, slight violence, pregnant reader (with another man's baby), Bucky's trauma, reader has trauma, mentions of verbal & physical abuse (let me know if there's more!)

Summary: Bucky has loud neighbors. One day he decides to pay them a visit.

Word Count: 695 (following parts will be longer)

Pt 1 Pt 2

Bucky minded his own business. After everything, he had earned his peace. Or what semblance of peace he could get.

The nightmares hadn't stopped, everyone who may have once loved him was dead. But he had a consistent place to call "home" at night, and he even had a regular visitor at the bird house he had attached to the dining room window. The bird house was a gift from Sam, a man Bucky thought he might consider as a friend, he said to remember him by. Three solid wood walls, the fourth replaced by the window itself, allowed Bucky to see anytime he had a visitor.

Bucky had named his little bird friend "Sam Junior" in his memoriam. When Sam heard, he protested, but he was laughing the whole time he begged Bucky to change it. After a bit of bribery, Sam was able to convince him to just to call the bird SJ, so that no one would know that his entire legacy lay in a cardinal.

The occasional visit from SJ to his window often felt like the best of sense of "home" Bucky had had in a very long time. Unfortunately, SJ didn't stick around for long when the yelling was happening.

Bucky didn't want to get involved in other people's problems. Hadn't his own parents had the occasional fight? Well, when he moved in, maybe it was just occasional, but since then, the fighting became more frequent, and much harder to ignore.

Bucky saw the women who lived next door almost every day. She usually left for work around the time he went on his morning run. They'd often walk down the stairs together, sometimes commenting on the landlord's ridiculous new policies, or making small talk about the weather. Bucky noticed she seemed to always run cold - whether it was raining, snowing, or 90° out, she always wore a sweater. He couldn't help but be impressed by her collection.

When she came home from work, he was often making his own way back from errands or meetings or whatever else he did to occupy his time. They'd walk back up the creaky stairs together and he'd listen as she mentioned the latest gossip from her job or what she planned to make for dinner. Sometimes they ran into each other outside of this predictable routine - maybe he would offer to help carry her groceries - she would always politely decline.

He almost never saw her partner. Bucky heard his loud, usually angry, voice frequently enough, that he knew the man still lived there. The ring on her finger suggested she was at least engaged, if not married, but he wished she would just dump the guy already. He sounded like a bully at best.

But Bucky really was trying to mind his own business, and if it was anyone's place to bring up their concerns, her ex-assassin neighbor certainly wouldn't be at the top of the list. Sometimes after a bad night, he would really consider saying something more forward to her, but the look in her eyes and the sharp corners of her smile warned him not to. So he stuck to talking about the weather.

Bucky could hear the yelling from outside of the building when he got home later one evening. Usually, he would just hear the man shouting at the woman. Occasionally she would let out an exhausted cry of protest, but it normally just sounded like a the typical argument she had likely grown used to losing.

As Bucky climbed the stairs to his floor, a deep feeling settled in him. Something about tonight did not feel normal. Reaching his floor, he paused, clenching the handrail until it started to warp under his grip.

Bucky was used to the man sounding angry. Somehow the word "furious" seemed more fitting now. She usually sounded frustrated. Now, he couldn't help but hear fear.

Bucky took a deep breath, a deep strech in his chest as he tried to steady his exhale. He flexed his fingers as he let go of the handrail. So much for minding his own business.

He walked up to the neighbors’ door and knocked.

[batsandbirdbrains]

I want to write a fic set during season one of yj where Batman gets hurt really bad on a mission with the JL and the team sees him rushed to mount justice for the med bay and Dick sees Bruce basically mangled and bloody and hears someone say they think his heart stopped and Dick panics

The one where Robin runs away to the circus

Robin had chased after them, trying to follow them in the med bay, shouting Batman, B wake up! B! until someone holds him back, and that’s when he hears someone say they think Batman’s heart has stopped.

And Dick freaks out. His ears start ringing and his mouth is dry and he’s suddenly terrified. Because he was only Bruce’s ward. Alfred has no real way to claim custody of him, and he refuses to go back to the juvie the city threw him into the first time he was orphaned.

So Dick runs. He books it back to the manor and packs a bag, and he’s crying the entire time, and Alfred is out so he can’t even say goodbye to him, but he leaves a note explaining as best he can, telling Alfred to call Clark for more answers.

And after a little research, he uses a zeta tube to get to Europe, then hitchhikes until he stumbles upon Haly’s Circus.

Jack Haly welcomes Dick back with open arms, telling him he always has a home with the circus. But Dick can’t go by his real name, can’t be a Flying Grayson just yet. There are a few people in the JL who know his and Bruce’s identities, and he can’t be found that quickly.

So he takes his mom’s old stage name, from before she became a Grayson: The Skydancer.

And he becomes a huge hit right away, performing acrobatics for the circus. Like he was always meant to. He realizes how much he missed it. How much he missed the other members of the circus.

The fortune teller who still insists on him calling her auntie puts feathers and tinsel in his hair, changing them out with each new stop the circus makes. She reads his tarot cards and his palms and helps him with his stage makeup, painting glitter across his eyes and helping him with his hair.

The strongman tosses him around until he laughs uncontrollably, then shows him how to cook dinners he hasn’t had in years.

There are several other members of the troupe who have been around since before Dick was even born, and they remember him, they welcome him back as if he’d never left.

Jack Haly is like a grandfather, and he checks in Dick every night, making sure he’s alright and letting Dick help him with some of the business aspects of the circus. It was something Dick’s father used to do. It’s something Dick knows from both his father and from Bruce, having spent the last few years watching Bruce go over various Wayne Enterprises accounts. He’s a whiz at it, and Jack tells him as much.

Then after a few months, the team shows up. A few JL members show up. They’d been in the audience, they’d watched the show, they’d seen The Skydancer performing with the same fluid movements of Robin, if the boy they’ve been searching for since he ran.

And after the show, once the rest of the audience has left, Dick is helping clean up the popcorn booths when he notices them lingering in the fringes of the circus grounds. The lights are twinkling and the smell of popcorn and peanuts and cotton candy are still wafting in the air, and Dick feels his chest tighten. Because he can’t go back. He won’t go back. Not without Bruce.

He darts away to find Jack, and once he’s near Mr. Haly’s train car, he starts shouting for him, calling him grandpa in French, his voice strained, and the door to the train car slams open, Jack standing firm as Dick hides behind him.

They’re speaking to each other in rapid French, Jack asking what happened, what’s wrong, are you alright and holding on to Dick’s arms tightly. Dick is shaking his head, his panic finally spilling over and bubbling up in the form of tears dripping down his face.

Don’t let them take me, please let me stay, please he begs, pressing himself close to Jack, hugging him tight. Don’t leave me behind again, please!

Jack holds him tight, and several other members of the troupe who heard Dick panicking are standing near the train car now, looking to where the JL members and the team are walking towards them.

But then Bruce Wayne steps forward. Just Bruce. And Dick feels his breath catch in his throat, and a strangled shriek leaving his mouth, and he hides behind Jack. Because Bruce is dead. He’s seeing a ghost. It’s not real it can’t be real he heard them say his heart stopped he saw his mangled body.

“Dick, please,” Bruce begs. “I know what you think you saw, chum, but please. I’m right here. I’m right here.”

“You died,” Dick says. “I saw it. Your heart stopped, they said so. You’re not real”

“My heart did stop,” Bruce says gently. “But they started it back up. I was very very hurt, but I didn’t die.”

Jack Haly has to speak with Dick for several minutes, his voice soft, gentle, until he beckons for Bruce to come over. And Dick looks Bruce over for a long moment, his hands hovering as if he wants to reach out but he’s afraid of what he might find, and then he launches himself at Bruce. Bruce catches him, holds him tight, whispers to him while Dick cries.

[casssssssi]

Mistakes like this

Will Smith Hockey x fem!Perreault!Reader

Warnings!: FWB situation, Implied smut (but none, that will not be my first fic), swearing, underage drinking, over use of commas, inconsistent capitalization (i have my auto-caps off sorry guys 🤡), not proofread, probably more that i can’t think of

THE SONG ACTUALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WRITING, IT JUST MAKES ME THINK OF WILL! :)

weird layout because i’m writing it in the app :) sorry

wc: 3,305 ;holy fuck this is long sorry guys

summary: What happens when you hook up with your brothers best friend at a frat party and then fall madly in love with him?

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Gabriel Perreault was always her role model. Of course he was, he was her older brother. She had always wanted to be like him. What he thought was cool—she thought was cool, what he did—she wanted to do too. So that’s how it went.

Choosing BC as her college of choice was easy. Gabe went there, of course she was going to go there too. Though she didn’t make it to the “big leagues” aka D1 College Hockey like he did, she still followed him anyways. She spends a lot of time with him, he walks her to her classes with his friends, she eats lunch with him and his friends, she hands around the apartment she shares with his friends more often than not. But despite this, she hasn’t really spoken to any of them. And maybe that’s partly because she knows Gabe has set a rule in place stating that she’s “off limits.”

So that’s how she got here. She’s currently standing in the living room of her brother’s apartment with her two friends. The music at the party is loud, almost deafening. The cups that all three of them were nursing are now empty, having been filled with some vodka and juice combination she didn’t really see them make. She stumbles her way into the kitchen, definitely a little tipsy, to pour them some more drinks when she runs into somebody.

She feels a hand come up to her side, steadying her before she hears a “Shit, i’m sorry”. She looks up and is met with none other than Will Smith. She smiles kindly at him and says, “It’s all good. Hey your my brothers Liney. Will, right?”, and it was more of a statement than a question.

He smiles as he recognizes her, “Ah yes, the forbidden sister. Gabe said you wouldn’t be here.” And she gives him a look. It is true that Gabe had forbade her from coming to this party, but she doesn’t have to listen to everything her brother says. She laughs loudly, “Well Gabe doesn’t know shit”, she says, filling up the cups, “There’s no reason for me to not be here”. “Gabe said something about ‘not wanting you to be involved with us bad influences’ or something like that” Will says as he leans against the counter, watching her make her mixed drinks. “Well respectfully, Fuck what my brother thinks”, she gives him a cheeky smile, “he can’t stop me from having fun ALL the time.” Will just grins at her, “I like that attitude” he says, “you know, I’ve never really talked to you but i have a feeling you’re a little snarky one aren’t you?” his eyes glint with mischief and something… more? it confuses her a little. “Guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out huh?” she says, her tone just as teasing as his, “Mind helping me carry these?”, she asks him. He nods, setting his half empty beer bottle down on the counter and grabbing her two friends cups, following her to the living room where they were waiting.

She giggles when she sees the look on her friends faces as they notice Will trailing behind her. “I’ll see you guys later?” she says to one of them, as Will hands them their cups. She moves again, taking Will’s hand in her own as she pulls him through the crowd of people. “Where to now?” he asks, letting himself be pulled. “Balcony.”, she replies shortly, “it’s loud in here.” And so they end up outside, secluded on the balcony, leaning against the railing and enjoying the cool night air.

“Your brother would kill me if he knew i was out here alone with you” Will hums, looking out into the distance. “Fuck him” she says, “He can’t control every little aspect of my life. it’s like he knows i look up to him and he takes advantage of it” she huffs. “He’s just looking out for you.” Will says, “I’d do the same for my sister. I know you think it’s annoying, but he’s just trying to protect you… but i bet if he knew you were out here…” he trails off, raising an eyebrow at her. “He’d be pissed” she laughs “Im just glad i haven’t run into him yet.” Will nods, understanding, he knows how Gabe would react, especially if he found her dressed the way she was. His eyes drift over her body and he can’t stop himself from saying, “Your outfit looks good tonight, by the way”

She smiles, glad he noticed. “Yeah? Picked it out just for you” she says, and it’s technically not true. She had picked it out with the intent of getting guys eyes on her, but not specifically Will’s. “Just for me huh?” He laughs, “nobody else?” and all she can do is giggle. What can she say? She’s a bit of an attention whore when she’s drunk. Sue her. “Yeah that’s what I thought” Will says, as he takes a step closer to her, caging her against the railing of the balcony. “You do certainly have my attention though…”, he says, his eyes trailing over her again. “Good”, she says, peering up at him through her lashes. She’s being far more flirtatious than she intended, but she can’t help it with Will, it’s like he draws it out of her.

She feels his hand come up, resting on her hip, his thumb drawing circles there. “You’re gorgeous, you know?”, he says, and it catches her off guard a bit. “Am i?” she asks teasingly another giggle escaping her. “Yeah”, Will says, “You’re by far the most beautiful girl here. I bet every guy has had their eyes on you since the second you walked through that door.” “Well then”, she says, “I’m glad you’re the one who decided to say something about it.”

Will stares at her, like he’s sizing her up, examining her. “You’re a little tease aren’t you” he chuckles. “Yeah, but so are you” she hums. “Me? A tease?”, Will says, “Never. If i see something I want then i take it.” She just hums again “You must not want me very bad then” she says, starting to pull away from him. “Oh i want you, trust me” Will says, keeping her caged against the railing, “it’s just a question of do you want me back?” She leans up on her toes, giving him a soft, fleeting kiss “Guess” She says, and that’s all she has to say before Will has her in his arms and on the way to his room.

When she wakes up, it’s to sunlight in her face, and Will’s hair practically in her mouth. She had stayed over last night, both of them passing out as soon as they were finished and cleaned up. Will stirs and chuckles when he sees her furrowed face. “Mornin’ Sunshine” he says, and she just groans in response. Shes never been much of a morning person. After a moment, Will speaks. “I had fun… last night”, he says, “We should do it again.. you know.. if you want” and he’s almost awkward about it, which she finds a little funny. She bites back a little laugh, “Yeah, i’m down” she says, “But Gabe CANNOT know about this.” she emphasizes. “Yeah no, my lips are sealed, no need to worry about that”, Will says, agreeing. He knows Gabe would go ballistic if he found out.

“Okay then.”, she says “Then now that that’s settled, I should get going before Gabe wakes up” Will glances at his clock, 9:38am, “Yeah.. you should” and he almost sounds like he doesn’t want her to leave. She nods to the floor where he clothes from last night have been abandoned, “do you have any… uh.. do you have any clothes I could wear?”, she asks “i don’t really wanna wear that home..” Will stands, going over to his dresser and pulls out an old, faded Boston College tee and some sweats, “of course”, he says as he hands them to her. She slips into them quietly, putting on her frat shoes after. “Just text me next time you wanna.. yknow..”, she says, scribbling down her number on a paper she found on Will’s desk. “Or just text me whenever.. if you want to, no pressure”, she smiles at him, handing him the paper. She leans up and kisses his cheek, “Bye Will”, she says, giving him a little finger wave and walking out the door.

He texts her later that week, about hooking up after the next frat party, and so they do. And it goes on like that, them hooking up after every party. But it’s not just hooking up, he follows her on all her social media, something he didn’t do before. Hell he even finds her tiktok, likes all her videos. He sends her stupid memes and reels and tiktoks all the time. Shes falling for him hard. They keep it up for about 3 months, through winter break, which she thought would curb her feelings, but only made them come back 10x harder, before she has enough.

She’s at some frat party the next time she sees him. She’s in the kitchen, already six cups deep of whatever jungle juice concoction they have, and is going for her seventh. Shes thoroughly fucked. She can barely even stand up straight. Will finds her as she stumbles her way back into the living room, leaning against a wall. He’s got a concerned expression on his face as he approaches her. “Hey.. you okay?”, he asks. She’s not. She’s trying to drink her feelings away, and it’s not working. “I’m supposed to be avoiding you”, she slurs out. Will’s expression softens as he places his hand in her hip, steadying her as she sways in her spot. “Why’s that?”, he asks. “Too many feelings” is all she replies. He laughs, pushing some of her hair out of her face, “You’re drunk.”, he says. “Oh i am fucked.” she laughs, and it’s more of a snort than anything, but she couldn’t care less. “How many drinks have you had?”, he asks, taking her now half empty cup from her. “Oh like 3…4…7” she slurs, “Pregamed in my dorm too” she smiles. “No wonder you’re hammered”, he says. “Hey! Don’t make fun of me” she says, and she’s got a pout on her lips that lets you know she’s definitely drunk. “I’m not making fun, just making an observation”, He says, holding his hands up in surrender. She just rolls her eyes at him. “Whatever, I’m going to go find Gabe. He won’t make fun of me”, she says, stumbling off into the crowd to find her brother. Shes gone before Will can stop her.

The next time Will finds her, she’s sitting outside on the porch steps of the frat house. Shes sawing as she sits, her mission of finding Gabe abandoned. He watches her from the doorway for a minute, surprised at the fact that she actually blew him off like that, before sighing and sitting next to her. “You’re a mess you know that?”, he says. “Leave me alone Will”, she says, clearly still in her feelings. She’s got a cup of water that’s half empty so at least she’s a little more sobered up now. “Nope, come on, you’re trashed. Let me take you back to my place, you can sleep it off”, He says, grabbing her arm to pull her up. She shrugs him off, “m’fine here”, she mumbles, “i don’t want to go back to your place.” He gives her a bewildered look. “You’d rather sleep on the floor of a frat house? This place is a shit hole and it smells like Weed and Alcohol.”, he says. “Better than sleeping with you” she bites out, and she doesn’t really mean for it to sound as mean as it does. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she said. Will’s face falls at her words, “Is that so?”, he sacks, his voice tight. “No wait, Will—”, she says, trying to explain but he cuts her off. He shakes his head a little bit, his expression going a little cold. He’d gone from concerned for her to mad and hurt in about two seconds. “No, it’s fine. I get it, you’d rather sleep at a frat house than with me.”

“No that’s not what i mean..” she says, pleading for him to let her explain. He just stares at her, his expression still cold, but she can see the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. “Then what did you mean?”, he asks. “It’s just…”, she starts, trying to think of the right words. “It’s just too much. When i’m with you.”, she says. “To much emotion… Too many feelings.” She looks up at him, tears in her eyes and she drops the bomb, “I think i’m in love with you.”, she says, “And I can’t handle being just a drunk hookup anymore…”

Will freezes. Her words hit him like a train. “You’re… in love with me?”, he asks, his voice strangled. She just nods, looking away as her tears start to fall. His hands find her face and he wipes them, “Oh baby… look at me”, he says, using his hand to gently turn her face towards him. His expression is soft. A mixture of tenderness and his own vulnerability. “Please tell me you aren’t joking… i have to know if you really mean it”, he says. “I really mean it.. and i’m not just saying it because i’m drunk.”, she says. He wraps his arms around her, his forehead resting against her own as his eyes flutter closed. “Say it again”, he says. “I love you”, she replies, her own eyes falling closed as well. “Again.”, he says. “I am in love with you Will.”, she says again. A small broken sound escapes from the back of his throat as the words leave her lips, suddenly he’s pulling her into his lap, holding her as close as possible. “Baby…. oh my god…” he breathes against her skin, his eyes flutter open, his face nuzzling against her neck, his grip on her tight. “I love you too… god, I love you so much babe, you have no idea…” She grips him just as tight, scared she’ll lose him. “I love you… I love you so much, I don’t think I ever even knew what love was until I met you, but it’s only you…”, He whispers, his voice a little shaky, and he presses a soft kiss to her skin, his heart racing like crazy. She smiles as she leans down to kiss him, and for once, she doesn’t care if Gabe sees. The man she’s in love with is in love with her too and nothing could ruin that.

After that, her and Will return to his apartment, and for the first time, they just sleep together. No sex, no friends with benefits anything, just her curled under his arm as they watch a movie and both drift off to sleep. When it’s morning, she’s the first one up, her head pounding from all the drinking the night before as she stumbles into the kitchen, scrounging the boys’ medicine cabinet for some Advil or something of the sort. It seems that Gabe has had the same idea, stumbling in, just as hungover as she is. He freezes when he sees her, wearing Will’s clothes. He stares for a moment before muttering, “Please tell me i’m just hungover and hallucinating” She gasps in shock, dropping the—thankfully closed— pill bottle, and turning around to face him. “Gabe—“, she starts, but he cuts her off. “Is there a reason why you’re here”, he gestures to his apartment, “wearing that jerks clothes at 9 in the morning?” he asks, and she can tell he’s getting pissed. “I uh..”, she stutters out, “Surprise?”, she says, her voice lilting up at the end, like a question.

Will, having heard the commotion, makes his way into the kitchen. He freezes when he sees Gabe, but to his misfortune, Gabe has already seen him. He storms over, grabbing Will by the shirt. “What the fuck are you doing sleeping with my sister?”, Gabe yells. Will mutters a “Gabe, I—“ but he doesn’t even give Will a chance to explain himself. “Gabe come on”, she says, “Let go of him.”, and she tries to pry his hands from Will’s shirt. She eventually gets him free and puts herself between the two, Gave seething at Will over her head. “Gabriel!”, she says, drawing his attention to her. “Let me explain, okay?”, she asks, and Gabe nods. “Yes, We were hooking up”, she says, and she can feel Gabe’s rage cycle start all over again. “BUT!”, she says, trying to calm him down, “We are together now.”

Gabe’s eyes widen even more, and he looks back and forth between Will and his sister for a moment, trying to get the courage to speak. “You’re… together?”, he repeats, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, like he can’t even fathom the idea of the two together. “But you don’t even know him!”, he says. “I do.” she replies, “I’ve gotten to know him since the start of this year”, she says, though what she’s really saying is “we’ve been hooking up since the beginning of this year.” And Gabe’s not an idiot, he knows what that means. He turns his gaze to Will, his eyes showing distrust and uncertainty. He’s trying to wrap his head around the fact that one of his best friends has been hooking up with is sister for 3 plus months, and is now telling him they’re together… Will stands his ground. Takes her hand firmly in his and holds it there. He won’t back down. Not from this.

Gabe turns his attention back to her. “You’re sure about this?”, he asks. “I do”, she says, smiling sweetly at Will. “I love him, and I trust that he loves me too”, she says. Gabe nods, turning back to Will. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you myself”, he says, and it’s not a threat so much as a promise. Will is a little bit taken aback, but he nods anyways. “Yes sir… I promise you I will take excellent care of her”, he says. She just giggles softly as Gabe groans. “Way to make it weird dude”, he jokes, he can’t stay mad at Will for long. Will laughs, muttering “Sorry, just felt like the right thing to say.”, and he shrugs. “Whatever”, Gabe mutters, “But you better keep your word”, he says, pointing a finger at Will. “I won’t hesitate to kill you if you do anything to her”

And with that, it’s over. Gabe drops it, going to pick up the abandoned pill bottle from the floor and pop some Advil, sitting back on the counter as he downs his water bottle. Will nudges her side and leans down, whispering, “I think that went as well as it could have…” “Yeah, me too”, she smiles, leaning up and kissing him softly. She giggles as she hears Gabe groans from his spot on the counter. “Gross, don’t do that shit in front of me”, he says, and she just flips him off, not breaking their kiss. Will chuckles softly against her lips before pulling away a little, looking toward Gabe and then back at her. He gives her a little smirk, and a slight nudge, still holding her waist “I think we’ve traumatized him enough for the day” She laughs. “Want to go finish that movie?”, she asks, “I think we fell asleep half way through.” He nods, smiling at her, his hands still on her waist as they walk, “Lead the way.”

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little a/n: oh my gosh i wrote something??? whatttttyy crazy right. This is most definitely based on a c.ai chat i had, so sorry, but i had to turn it into something! it was too good not to. let me know your thoughts! my asks are open! i’m also open to writing advice

[dancingdonatello]

could u give some tips on writing the rise boys? Donnie is the hardest to me, but you write him flawlessly

😁😁 ok so! this is what i think about when i write them !

donnie - for donnie, he’s smart right!?? references smart stuff and says smart things

so he’ll probably not say smart but something like intelligent. so i’ll pull out the thesaurus & look at synonyms that sound smart and swap it w/ words i have in his dialogue

also i just like to assume he does things w/o telling other people if it benefits him to do so… like the whole episode where he makes his brothers just as smart as him

and he has his jokes or whatever in the show… like he’s ‘emotionless’ / a bad boy (lol) & he hates family bonding or whatever. obviously he’s not as open as the others but he does dramatise it & stuff. overly passionate about random things - video games, purple jackets…

he also doesn’t rlly listen to ppl’s warnings?? april is like i hate kendra & he’s like “but purple… & smart…” idk!!! he does it like once but could be fun to use

& i used to see posts where they’re like “how did u even think he acts this way, ur so dumb if you write him this way or think he’s like this” nobody cares that much promise! just have fun

leo - fun!!! silly!!!! likes to push buttons.

very very very intelligent hes so coolll. & he obviously has some clue how to work tech bc he rewires / recodes shelldon in that one episode :] he’s my guy

i think it really depends whether you’re doing pre movie or post movie how he is. obviously he doesn’t like the pressure of being the leader

he’s also very sporty!!! & always has good intuition - like he knows when to stop messing around & when somethings wrong. knew something was up w/ big mama immediately , knew to stop messing around when raph was missing, etc etc

mikey - i think he’s a really forgettable character in rise 😟 so you can probably get away with a lot ! but he’s fun! loves his hobbies. very trusting. loves giving people second chances, etc. like every mikey he’s just a loving dude & loves second chances & sometimes he gets taken advantage for that but that never stops him!!!!

raph - not good under pressure. does not think ahead. he’s a worrier!!!! he doesn’t like to be alone !!! speaks in the third person a lot, doesn’t like to confront people if it’ll upset them / he cares about them. obviously he confronts leo in the movie a lot, but he wouldn’t do it for scenario about like gifts like the ones donnie gave :] very sweet :]

also i think people forget rise raph is still RAPH. make him rage!!! make him angry!!!! make him punch stuff and people!!!

and also i mean you can just read fanfic and if you like how they write a certain character take notice of what they do!!! do they keep someone more quiet and u like it??? try and replicate it in your own way!!! obviously not plagiarise but take some inspo :] even from other tmnt iterations

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[laura1633]

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[petrichorvoices]

Venting in tags, free to ignore.

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

The Batfam doesn't realize they got pretty privilege.

Like sure, they know they're attractive because duh, they're basically celebrities, their looks is all people talk about. But the small stuff? The opened doors, the free gifts, the extra smiles and good attitude? That, they're completely clueless to.

It doesn't help that it happens to all of them and most their friends, so nobody notices it's out of the ordinary.

Clark goes "The lady at the cafeteria gifted me this cake" and Bruce is like "Oh yeah, she does that"... She doesn't.

Kory gets offered to cut in line to the front at a concert and tells Dick "People here are so nice!", and instead of noticing the favoritism, Dick holds out three STAFF passes and goes "I know right! Look that lady over there is going to take us backstage!", and they laugh while Wally's eye twiches.

Tim goes undercover wearing cheap loose clothes, contacts and a fake nose, and people are just so mean to him, like no manners at all. They bump into him, ignore him, he says 'Good morning' to an old lady, and she doesn't even say it back! ... He comes back ranting about rude people and what not. And Jason is like "Really? But they're so nice in that neighborhood, that old lady is always giving me candy!". Barbara doesn't know how to tell them the nose simply made Tim look average for once.

Damian. Hits. It. Off. At the pediatric unit of the hospital he's volunteering at. Kids love him, and he thinks it's because Jon was right about the 'Always greet them with a smile' thing, but in reality it's because half the kids got a puppy-love crush on him. Jon, just as oblivious is like "Told you sooo".

Stephanie thinks it's the good karma. She gets a whole ass perfume bottle for free at the mall and is like "See Cass? It's that robbery we stopped last week, the universe is giving it back". Cass, with a perfume of her own, knows better but nods anyway.

Duke thinks they're all dumb and unaware, and he's making fun of them when Alfred goes "And I suppose you think Miss Carrington has saved you a seat at the bus for the last three weeks just because". Duke doesn't say anything after that.

[faemurmur]

-> soft yandere caleb hcs:

1. “you’re mine. you said so.” you get busy—miss a call, forget a text—and when you finally answer, his voice is calm, too calm. “i waited. for hours.” you apologize, sweetly, teasingly even, but he doesn’t laugh. “you promised you’d always be there, remember? don’t break your promises. i… don’t handle that well.” and later, when he holds you close, you feel the way his hands tremble slightly against your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

2. his name in your phone has a lock emoji. -> he changed it himself. he also disabled the option to delete his contact. “just in case someone thinks they can slide into your messages,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, “they’ll know who you belong to.”

3. he tracks you. -> not in a creepy way (okay maybe a little), but he has your location always. and when he sees you’re somewhere unexpected, he texts immediately: “what are you doing there?” ……you ask how he knew. “because you’re mine pipsqueak, and i need to know you’re safe. that’s not too much to ask, is it?” and the look in his eyes? he’d burn the whole galaxy just to get you back home.

4. he doesn’t like you being friends with your ex-> at all. he doesn’t raise his voice. doesn’t tell you not to. he just shuts down emotionally, turns icy and unreadable. it’s bound with his actions though… he would probably still do everything acts of service wise. but he wants you to understand something is wrong, wants you to probe… and when you confront him, he finally murmurs, “i don’t want to be second choice to anyone. i want to be your only. and if that’s too much—” you cut him off with a kiss. you have to. because his voice was starting to sound a little unhinged and a little too honest.

5. he locks the door when you argue.-> not to trap you essentially (which he thinks he isn’t doing…) just to make sure you don’t leave. “we’re not going to sleep angry pips,” he says, softly. “you don’t walk away from me. not when we love each other this much baby.” and when you calm down, he pulls you into his lap, arms like iron around you, and whispers again and again, “mine. mine. mine.”

6. he doesn’t like you dressing up for anyone but him.-> you put on a new outfit, stunning, radiant—and his jaw clenches. why are you so breath-taking my gorgeous he thinks… no wonder he wants a world with just the two of you. “who’s that for?” / “me,” you say, innocent. but he steps closer, cups your jaw gently, possessively. “next time, wear it only when we’re alone. i don’t want anyone else seeing what’s mine. or~ you’d hate how i become and say something like i killed your old caleb.”

7. his anger is unpredictable.->when someone flirts with you in front of him, he doesn’t start a fight. but sometimes the look in his eyes speaks more than words ever could. maybe he will break their bones when you leave, maybe he will let it slide. who knows what caleb’s mood dictates him to do. sometimes, he just smiles. and later, when you’re home, he pins you softly to the bed, hands on either side of your head.“do you want them?” he asks, voice flat. “because i can make sure they never speak to you again.” and you— you tell him it’s just him. it’s always been him. like a prayer, like a chanting to balm his rage. and he finally kisses you like a starved man, whispering “good girl.”

8. he deletes numbers from your phone.->you’ll never notice. he’s too smooth. but people you used to talk to? stop replying. and when you ask caleb, he just shrugs with a soft smirk, “maybe they realized they could never compete with me.” and then changes the subject with a kiss and that dangerous look in his eyes again…. this isn’t out of sheer possessiveness though its just out of trust issues.

9. he doesn’t like letting you sleep mad at him.-> you try to turn away in bed, still upset. away from him… back on his face like an iron wall. but he slides his arms around you from behind, strong and unyielding.“no. you don’t get to walk away from me in your sleep, either.” and you can feel how serious he is. “we fix this now, angel. i’ll do anything. but you don’t leave.”

10. he has nightmares about losing you.-> he never tells you the full details either. just that he wakes up shaking, pale, and pulls you into his lap, holding you so tightly it almost hurts. “i saw you leaving me,” he whispers into your neck. “don’t ever do that. i wouldn’t survive it.”

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤTWISTED LOVEㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Nolan Grayson x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Would He Be When He's Obsessed?

☆⁠ NOTES : There are some +18 parts. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

It starts with curiosity.

Nolan doesn’t fall easily. He’s Viltrumite—evolution burned love out of his species long ago. Mates are chosen for compatibility, strength, breeding. Nothing more.

But you—you confuse him.

You’re human. Fragile. Your bones would shatter with a flick of his wrist. You bleed too easily. You cry too loudly. You smile too much. Your laugh is obnoxious, your opinions are naïve, your body is so soft and delicate he finds it repulsive... until he doesn’t.

Until he starts to notice the sound of your voice more than the noise of the city. Until your scent burns into his nose like it was made for him. Until the day you touch his arm in passing and he has to leave the room because his hands are shaking.

He tells himself it’s a distraction. He tells himself you’re just an itch.

Then comes the obsession.

He watches you.

Not because he wants to.

Because he has to.

You’re always in his mind. Your laugh replays in his ears when he’s halfway across the world. He knows your routines—what time you leave for work, where you get your coffee, how long it takes you to fall asleep.

He listens to your heartbeat sometimes when you’re not even near him. Through walls. Through cities. It calms him. Grounds him. And if someone looks at you too long in public, he memorizes their face.

They never live long.

He tells himself it’s protection. You’re vulnerable. You don’t understand the world like he does. You need him.

But it’s not protection.

It’s possession.

He tests the waters.

At first, you think it’s innocent.

Nolan starts showing up where you are—your local bookstore, the park, the grocery store. You think it’s coincidence. He’s charming. Polite. A little intense. You know he’s married. You know he’s older. You know he’s too much.

But when he talks, you feel like he’s the only one seeing you.

And that’s all it takes.

He kisses you once—gently, like you might break. He apologizes. Says he’s confused. Says he’s trying to be a better man.

He’s lying.

But the kiss… isn’t.

He feels something snap inside him when you don’t pull away.

He leaves his wife.

Debbie notices the change. Of course she does. He’s colder, angrier, distracted. And she knows. She always knew what he was capable of.

You’re not some secret mistress. You’re a turning point.

He lies at first. Then stops bothering.

When he leaves, it’s sudden. He doesn’t explain. He doesn’t need to. Debbie is human. You’re human too—but different.

You make him feel like a god and a man. You make him care.

And that terrifies him.

He can’t stand being apart.

If you ever try to pull away—even a little—he loses control.

He won’t yell. He won’t hit. He’s too above that.

But the air gets thinner. His voice gets colder. His eyes go dark.

He’ll corner you emotionally. Tell you how small and weak and breakable you are in this world. How people like you don’t survive without someone like him. How you need him more than you realize.

And he’ll say it with love in his voice.

With desperation.

With devotion.

He worships you. In his own way.

When you’re with him, you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

He’ll carry you like glass. Cook for you. Watch you sleep, every night. Whisper in your ear.

He never says I love you.

He says you’re mine.

He says I would burn this planet for you.

He says don’t ever leave me.

And he means all of it.

But his love is twisted.

He doesn’t understand human love. Human softness.

He’ll kill for you, without hesitation. Always without you knowing. He’ll destroy anyone who hurts you—even if that “hurt” was just a stray word or a suspicious look.

And if you ever betray him?

He won’t kill you.

No.

He’ll kill for you.

He’ll tear open the sky just to find you.

Even if it means dragging you down with him.

Because in the end...

You’re not just his obsession.

You’re his purpose.

His reason for staying tethered to this meaningless world.

And if this planet turns on him?

Then he’ll turn on it.

With you at his side.

Or in his arms.

Or in his cage.

Whatever it takes.

It’s never soft. Not anymore.

He tries. In the beginning.

He holds your face like it’s precious. Like your skin might fall off your bones if he touches too hard. But Nolan was made to conquer, not caress.

And every time you moan—every time you whisper his name like it’s holy—he forgets he’s supposed to pretend to be human.

He grabs you.

Slams your wrists above your head, his hand wrapped around both like iron. Teeth at your throat, your shoulder, your lips—biting, not kissing.

He doesn’t ask if you want it.

He already knows.

You’re soaked for him. Begging. Gasping.

He knows your body better than you do. He knows exactly how to tear you apart and put you back together.

And he enjoys it.

He punishes you when you try to leave.

Maybe you text someone you shouldn't. Maybe you don't come home fast enough. Maybe you talk back.

You never even see it coming.

He shows up, silent and still as death. The door locks behind him. His cape hits the floor. You see his eyes—they’re glowing.

You say his name.

He doesn’t speak.

He bends you over the table like a toy and fucks you until you're sobbing. Until your knees are shaking. Until you’re hoarse from screaming and begging but you don’t even know what for anymore.

You cry, and he kisses the tears like they belong to him.

Because they do.

You do.

He breaks the bed. Sometimes the floor. Sometimes you.

His strength is inhuman.

Sometimes, he forgets to hold back. He snaps the headboard with one thrust, cracks the floor with his knees while grinding into you. One night, he tears your panties in half with two fingers and growls, “Don’t wear these around me again.”

Sometimes you bruise. Sometimes you limp. Sometimes you wake up with your thighs sticky and sore, your body aching in places you forgot existed.

And he’s always there when you wake up.

Cleaning the blood from your thighs. Pressing kisses to your forehead. Murmuring things you don’t understand but feel in your bones.

They sound like prayers.

But they’re threats too.

He keeps you.

Eventually, you stop fighting it.

He’s not just a man. He’s a force. A hunger. A god who decided you were the one thing worth worshipping.

And gods don’t let their worshippers go.

He doesn’t let you leave the house without a kiss. He doesn't let you sleep unless it's with his hand wrapped around your hip, or his head buried in your neck. He tracks you. Listens to your heartbeat through walls. Through cities.

One night, you whisper, “You’re obsessed.”

He laughs.

Low. Dangerous.

“No,” he says. “I’m yours. You’re mine. That’s not obsession, sweetheart. That’s truth.”

And then he kisses you like he’s about to devour your soul.

And maybe he does.

You forget who you were before him.

Before Nolan.

Before the bruises you like.

Before the eyes that watch you even in your dreams.

Before you started craving the way he breaks you just to feel whole again.

Now you live for the sound of him growling your name. For the way he says “mine” when he’s deep inside you, holding you down like the world might rip you from him.

You should run.

You won’t.

You belong to him now.

And the terrifying part is—

You want to.

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[dante-mightdie]

long awaited part three of lowselfesteem!reader and simon

part two

invisible clothes

that’s what you called them, the rags you don when you have to integrate with the general population but you would much rather not be noticed. clothing that is so bland that it isn’t nice enough catch an eye but not hideous enough to catch any negative attention

you had told simon about them once, when he called you out on wearing them every time you stepped out in public, including your dates with him. especially since he knew you had a very elaborate wardrobe with a tailored sense of style

clearly they aren’t invisible enough to hide you from johnny’s guilty eyes from across the store aisle. you sigh when he comes up to you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. he shifts uncomfortably on his feet

“I know ye probably hate ma guts, lass but ye should ken that simon shut down all of that bet talk after your first date. Ah just bring et up to annoy ‘im.” johnny says, with a nervous chuckles at the end. you don’t laugh alongside him

“okay, fair enough. look, he’s miserable without ye! he comes to the pub just to get pished and mope about how he fucked it all up with ye.” johnny continues, a pleading look in his eyes, “he’s supposed to he coming by to drop off some things of yours tomorrow. just hear him out, please, lass.”

you roll your eyes at him, continuing to grab what you need from the shelves in front of you. not even bothering to look him in the eyes when you finally begin to speak

"why should I? why am I always expected to think of other people even when they hurt me? you and simon didn't think about me or my feelings when you made your stupid bet. neither of you stopped to consider that I was just a person who simply wanted to be left alone." you say with a scoff, "he'll be lucky if I don't slam the door in his face."

johnny shifts on his feet, looking down at the floor since he feels too uncomfortable to look directly at you, "fair enough. take care've yerself, hen."

you bite back tears as you watch him skulk off in the corner of your eye. you stand there for a few more minutes, staring at the stacked shelves in front of you to distract you from the war raging inside of your head

-

it's late at night, nearly midnight, when there's a knock at your door. you let out a sigh, already knowing who was disturbing your doomscrolling at this hour. and when you open the door, you see him. you’re brooding prick of an ex-boyfriend. he at least has the decency to look guilty, like a dog caught ripping up the couch cushions

except he wasn’t a dog, he was the love of your life. and your heart isn’t so easily replaced like a cushion. though he definitely treated it like somewhere to rest his head

“hey.”

you scoff, you’re not sure why. there isn’t anything inherently wrong with what he said but it still annoyed you. he annoyed you. with his stupid stormy eyes and his stupid jokes and freckled shoulders that you used to connect like dots late at night

“just give me my stuff and go, simon. don’t have time for this bullshit.”

he doesn’t flinch. he saw that hit coming, and sometimes you gotta let them swing at you especially when you know that you deserve much worse

the exchange is quick, a box with small memories passed over to you. a couple items of clothing, a book and some toiletries. before you can slam the door in his face, he jams his heavy boot into it

“wait… love, I… there’s somethin’ else. I never gave it to you but it’s yours. got it for you and I’ll never give it to anyone else.”

the glare you give him only falters when he places a small velvet box in your hand, he pauses the speech you can definitely feel coming on. looking at you expectantly to open it. you do, waiting for him to laugh at you when you find nothing in there. ridicule you for even thinking he would consider making you his wife

but all he does it look on solemn, the beautiful ring twinkling as a devastating reminder of what could have been

“I kno’ I ‘ave no right to ask. I wouldn’t insult you like tha’ lovie. you can hate me, I deserve it. but you don’t deserve it. I won’t let you hurt yourself over what I did. you deserve to know the real extent of how bad I fucked up. maybe it’ll help to look at tha’ ring and know that I’ll spend the rest of my life having to know I lost the woman who should be my wife.”

there’s no chance to respond, not like you’d know what to say anyway,

“I’m sorry.”

and then he’s gone.