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sl-ut · 3 days ago

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PART ONE | the line

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

description: joel’s new in jackson and tries to take his younger brother’s advice to fit in; keep your head low and work hard. however, while settling into his routine, he does exactly the opposite.

warnings: takes place between season one and two, unspecified age gap (joel is canon age/reader is mentioned to be mid-20s in beginning but the exact amount of time that’s passed is left to the imagination), reader has hair long enough to be braided, reader is a dv survivor, crazy exes, swearing, drinking, slight grumpy x sunshine but reader has layers she’s not just happy all the time, not a whole lot of joel x reader this chapter but it’s coming i swear.

words: 2.4K

date posted: 5/5/25

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Joel truly could not have asked for a better deal. He and Ellie were safe within the walls of Jackson, the Fireflies were gone and he’d made sure there was no one left in the hospital to follow them back, he’d found his brother after years apart, and he could finally sleep easy at night. He no longer had to worry about rolling onto his left side throughout the night (though, it was still a habit he’d failed to break when he settled out of survival mode), and he could actually prove to be useful to the community, something he hadn’t exactly shown much of in the past twenty-odd years aside from using brute force. Patrols kept him active, allowing him to maintain at least some of those survival instincts he’d relied on for so long, but it was the internal efforts that he surprisingly enjoyed the most. Plus, Tommy’s advice had seemed easy enough to follow; lay low and work hard. These people are welcoming, but you’ll still have to earn their respect.

Tommy and a few other men had already been in the process of reinforcing the walls around Jackson when he and Ellie had returned from Salt Lake, and it seemed that they’d been in the process of figuring out some other larger renovations around the city that Tommy had yet to get around to. But now that they had a spare contractor, Joel was able to take over a few projects at a time and the city was being fixed up at twice the pace that they had initially expected and earning Joel that respect quicker than he’d hoped.

Laying low had been pretty easy, too. Joel had earned their respect, sure, but he’d also rather stick to himself whenever he could. He went to work every morning, was friendly enough with the others–but made sure to upkeep his reputation as the town’s resident grump, and spend his evenings either with Ellie, Tommy, or on his own. In the first three weeks since they’d arrived there, he’d made no effort to interact with many of the others outside of work or to trade and only learned the names of no more than two dozen people.

Maria had finally taken a stand against this, insisting that Tommy and Joel each take the day off of their jobs so that Tommy could show his older brother around the city and properly introduce him to everyone. They’d made their rounds, bringing a list of errands made up by Maria to force them to go into a few places and interact with others, and Joel had been pleasantly surprised that he didn’t absolutely hate all of them–just a handful.

“See, I told you that you’d get along just fine. Doesn’t matter who they were before they came inside these walls, they got two options; play by our rules or get the fuck out.” Tommy told him as they exited the bakery, each carrying a large brown paper bag in their hands with a selection of baked goods, “These are good people who live here–well, most of ‘em anyway. You gotta be shittin’ me.”

Tommy veered off to the right, headed down a side street at a quick pace. Joel followed behind, brow furrowed as he followed close behind, “Tommy, wha–”

“Hey Elias,” he called out, catching the attention of a tall, wiry man, his shoulder-length hair tied back in a bun at the base of his skull and body holding a slight tremor under the layers of clothing he wore; it all seemed to be nicer than what most wore, leading Joel to assume that he was some sort of higher-up around the place (despite the fact that Jackson had been built on the prospect of communism), “You need something in there, man? Thought you were supposed to be in the clinic today.”

The man turned and glared at Tommy, jaw set as if he had already been expecting the confrontation. He placed his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes at the pair of brothers as he shifted one hand to point towards one of the buildings just off of the main street, “That’s my wife in there, Tommy. I’m sick and tired of you people telling me where I can and can’t go around here. It’s none of your goddamn business.”

Tommy rolled his own eyes, “Is she, though? Last I recall, she doesn’t wanna be married to you anymore. So if you’re going in there just to bug her after she, Maria, and myself have told you to stay away, I think it is my business.”

“I’m not fuckin’ buggin’ her, Tommy,” the man sneered, closing the distance between them to shove his finger into his face, “you stop me from goin’ to my fuckin’ house, schedulin’ me on these godawful shifts in the fuckin’ clinic, who the fuck do you think you are?”

Tommy turned his face away in disgust, “Yeah, from the stink of you it would seem you’ve been workin’ hard all day, huh? C’mon man, you smell like you’ve been bathing in booze. Let’s not make a scene here, make it easier on all of us.”

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?” He turned his gaze down and spat at Tommy’s feet, “thought we were all a bunch of commies now, huh? All of us being equals and whatnot?”

“We’re all equal until one of us lays hands on their wife, Elias. You know that.”

Joel felt a surge of rage through him at this. Initially, he thought that the man had just been a drunk who’d skipped out of work to come and beg for his wife to come back to him, but now there was no denying the fact that the man was nothing more than a dirtbag wife beater. Truthfully, Joel was mostly shocked due to the fact that Tommy would even allow someone like him to even continue staying there. He couldn’t even count the amount of times that Tommy had gotten in trouble for picking a fight with men who even looked at women the wrong way; he could hardly imagine his brother having any sympathy towards a man who actually beat his wife, even if the punishment was an inadvertent death sentence by exiling him from the city.

“It was none of your fuckin’ business to begin with. If that bitch hadn’t been running around on me then–”

“You and I both know that’s not true, man. She’s a good woman, and she’s made a whole lotta progress since she finally smartened up and left your ass.”

The man curled his lip in anger, but seemed to be backing down from the challenge, “Fuck this. That whore ain’t even worth it.”

He bumped both Tommy and Joel’s shoulders on his way past, but neither of the brothers made an effort to fight back against him, simply just glad that he had willingly left without forcing them to make a scene. Tommy stayed in his place for a moment, hands falling to his hips as he shook his head, finally turning back to his brother with an exasperated yet slightly sheepish expression.

“Do me a favour and keep this between you and me. Others know they’re split up but most don’t know why. I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone.”

Joel scoffed, “You’re tellin’ me you’ve got good people here, and yet you’re harbourin’ a man who beats his wife.”

“Ex-wife,” Tommy corrected, “And it’s not like that. She left him, begged us to let him stay so long as he left her alone.”

“I don’t know what sounds more fuckin’ stupid, that she wanted him to stay, or that you let him.”

Tommy shook his head, “It’s not just up to me. We’ve got a council, and unless I told ‘em exactly what happened, they’re not willing to give the boot to anyone for just bein’ an asshole, especially when he’s the only fuckin’ doctor we have.”

“Anyone can take the first aid training, Tommy.”

“No, Joel, he’s a surgeon. He was a resident before shit went south, and there’s been a few times where things woulda cost us a lot of good people if it weren’t for him. I can tell you right now that if she came clean about what he–” Tommy paused, taking a short breath to better compose himself, “We’d have a majority vote, and she knows that. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t have let him go that night.”

He watched his brother closely; his teeth gritted together, brow furrowed, and eyes wide and glassy. Tommy had clearly been affected by what had transpired between that man–Elias and his wife, so much that he couldn’t even seem to think about it without losing it. Joel grunted in response, nodding his head slowly.

He couldn’t decide if he would have done the same thing in that situation, but then he thought back to Tommy’s words, I wouldn’t have let him go that night. Tommy had had his own hands on him, probably ready to kill him. Something about the situation made him sober up through the rage and make the decision to let the man go, to let him live. Joel knew he would not have had the same restraint if it had been him instead.

Over the next few days, he repeatedly cursed himself for not demanding that his brother tell him the woman’s name. He spent the days that followed in a state of constant discomfort, always glancing over his shoulder in public to watch for Elias around town, taking note of where he went, who he spoke to, and to what anyone had to say about him. He’d begun taking on a leadership role around town, people flocked to him for help, following his orders on patrols, and looked to him for answers. He wasn’t the one to make those decisions on his own–hell, his opinions did nothing but occasionally influence the council, but people seemed to trust that he had the town’s best interest at heart.

He’d been an official patrol captain for all of a week when Tommy met him in the stable early one morning, helping a young woman saddle up a dark chestnut coloured horse. She was bundled up in a thick wool sweater under a long green raincoat and a navy baseball cap over her neatly braided hair, ready to face whatever chill and rain early spring weather would throw their way.

“Mornin’ old man,” Tommy grinned, turning to nod at the woman next to him, introducing her to his brother, “she’s gonna be joining you on patrol. You know this route by heart now, and she’s only been out a handful of times.”

Joel turned his gaze back over to her, taking in her features. He’d seen her around town before; she seemed to have taken on a new job every day and he could never anticipate when or where he might spot her. They had exchanged smiles and polite greetings as they passed by, just as everyone else did, though they had yet to interact any further. She was the kind of pretty that made him often struggle to pull his gaze away when he spotted her in a crowd, but she was also just young enough that made him feel guilty for it. She couldn’t be any older than her mid-twenties, but like everyone in Jackson, she looked like she had seen her fair share of loss and hardship.

“Hi,” the woman beamed, holding her hand out to him eagerly, “I may be a rookie but I’m a pretty good shot so I think that makes up for it.”

Joel shook her hand gingerly, “Yeah, hopefully you won’t gotta put that to use. This route’s usually pretty clear of infected.”

“Great,” she nodded, “because I was lying. I’m just okay.”

Joel scoffed, glancing over at his brother who seemed unfazed by the woman’s behaviour but amused at Joel’s reaction. She was exactly the type of person that Joel worked to avoid; far too peppy and a tendency to ramble. From the moment that they had mounted their horses until the moment that they returned from patrol almost three hours later, she hardly let more than a few moments of silence pass before she would be asking a dozen more questions. But for some odd reason, Joel didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.

It was sort of nice to have someone actually ask him about his day to day life without pressing too much into his past. He liked that she didn’t feel privy to his life before Jackson aside from asking where he was from and where he lived before Jackson. At some points, he was reminded of Ellie when they were travelling across the country in the way that she was able to come up with and ask such random questions off the top of his head, but it made patrol go by much faster than it usually did. And after, when she strutted off in the direction of the meal hall, he felt a flicker of regret for rejecting her invitation to join her.

He felt an almost instantaneous connection to the younger woman, but he could not help but notice the line in the sand between developing feelings for the world and feeling like a disgusting older man preying on a younger woman; the line between denying himself of what could lead to happiness he hadn’t felt in decades and throwing himself head first into it. She was kind when she spoke to him, but Joel was not the sort of man to mistake kindness for flirting, but there was some sort of familiarity in her eyes when they met with his own–an understanding, leading to that already thin line growing even thinner.

But what he hadn’t known at the time was that the moment they had set out on patrol that morning, he had started that dangerous walk along that narrow line, completely unsure of what side he was going to end up on.

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine #joel miller fic #joel x reader #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller

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theclockonthewall · 3 days ago

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I'm so sorry, I accidentally deleted the ask, but this was it:

What about Mark Grayson fresh out on the scene, and he bumps into us and quickly develops a crush on our hero that's been keeping a low profile and is unknown to the public.

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie, hope you like this, acc hope you even see this since I delted the ask😭. Once again, greatly appreciate feedback

Word count: 1.4k

Mark Grayson x fem!hero!reader

Part 1 | part 2

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Mark hovers above the wreckage, chest heaving, the last of the villain’s goons groaning on the pavement below. It wasn’t supposed to be that easy—halfway through the fight, someone had stepped in, silent and precise, disabling three of them in under ten seconds. Mark barely caught a glimps—dark suit, sleek mask, big hood, hidden face behind it, no emblem, no words. Now, as the smoke clears, that same figure gives him a nod. “You’re welcome,” they say, voice calm and unreadable. “Bye.” Before Mark can respond, they're gone, vanishing into the shadows like they were never there.

He taps his earpiece. “Uh, Cecil? Who was that?”

A beat of silence. Then Cecil’s dry voice crackles through. “Just someone who prefers to stay off the radar. Don’t worry about it.”

But Mark’s already replaying the moment in his head, heart thudding with more than just adrenaline.

Mark hovers in place for a moment after she vanishes, still staring at the spot where she stood. Something about the way she moved—so confident, so quiet—sticks with him. Not just the efficiency, but the calmness, the presence. He’s fought beside seasoned heroes, but none have left him this… intrigued.

He tries to shake it off. But later that night, lying in bed, the memory sneaks up on him again. That voice. That nod. That disappearing act. He rolls onto his side and groans into his pillow. It’s not a crush, he tells himself. It’s curiosity. He just wants to know who she is. That’s it. Probably.

The next morning at school, he’s halfway through zoning out in math class, chin in hand, when he catches himself doodling a sleek black silhouette in the corner of his notebook. He immediately scribbles it out and flips the page. Totally fine. Totally normal.

At lunch, it’s worse. He’s barely touching his food, spinning his fork and thinking about how easily she handled those goons—how she didn’t want credit, or attention. Just gone. Who does that? Who is she?

He finally blurts it out to Rex after patrol a few days later. They’re both sitting on a rooftop, feet dangling over the edge, eating greasy fries from a corner stand.

“You ever seen someone dressed in black and silver?” Mark asks, chewing slowly. “No emblem, hooded, masked up, barely talks? She helped me on a job a few days ago. Just—appeared, helped, disappeared.”

Rex raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. Once. She helped me with an incident downtown last month. Real ninja vibes. Didn’t say a word. I waved, she nodded, gone.” He tosses a fry in his mouth. “Why?”

Mark sighs. “Same. I can’t stop thinking about it. Like… who is she? Why won’t Cecil tell me anything?”

Rex shrugs. “Ask him again. Or stalk her. You get weird when you're interested in stuff.”

So Mark tries. He asks Cecil. Again.

“Off the radar, Grayson,” Cecil says, not even looking up from his screen. “She works solo. Not interested in teams or fame. Let it go.”

He tries to let it go. Really. But a week passes, and he still finds himself scanning the rooftops during patrol, hoping for a glimpse of black and silver. Nothing.

Until one night, mid-battle, a pipe clangs against the back of his head, and Mark stumbles, gritting his teeth as the villain charges again. His vision blurs for a second—until something darts in from the left.

She’s faster than he remembers. A clean strike to the ribs, a sweep of the leg, and the guy’s down, groaning. Mark blinks as the last few stragglers flee into the shadows, too spooked to keep fighting. Smoke coils around them from a small explosion earlier, and in the orange glow of a broken streetlamp, she looks almost unreal—sharp lines, calm breathing, suit untouched.

He straightens up, brushing dirt off his costume. “Uh… thanks.”

She’s already turning to leave.

“No, wait—!” He floats forward before she can disappear again, hand reaching out instinctively. He catches her wrist, gently.

She pauses, eyes hidden behind her hood, unreadable.

“I just…” Mark’s throat feels weirdly tight. “I never got to say anything last time. I’m, um—Invincible.”

She tilts her head slightly. “I know.”

“Oh.” His hand slips away awkwardly. “Right. That makes sense. You seem like you’d know things.”

There’s a flicker of amusement in her posture—barely noticeable, but there.

He clears his throat, trying not to sound as nervous as he feels. “I was just wondering… if I could know your name? I mean—not your real one. Obviously. Just… what people call you. Or, like, what I can call you.”

She watches him in silence for a moment, then finally says, “Shade.”

“Shade,” he echoes, a little breathless. “Cool name. Mysterious. Kind of suits you.”

Shade glances toward the rooftops. “You should get home. You’re bleeding.”

He looks down. Oh. Right. Blood on his forearm. “Yeah, I—guess I should. Thanks again. Really.”

She nods once, and starts to turn away.

“Wait,” he blurts. “Will I… see you again?”

She smirks behind the mask. “Maybe.”

And then she’s gone.

Mark hovers there alone for a few seconds, heart pounding, cheeks warm beneath his mask, already wondering when “maybe” will turn into “yes.”

A few days later, after another routine patrol, he lands on a rooftop—and Shade is already there, seated on the edge like she’s been waiting.

“Didn’t think I’d actually see you again,” he says, still catching his breath.

“I didn’t come to fight,” she says. “Just wanted to see you, get to know what kind of person you are and all that.”

“Get to know me?” He gestures to himself. “I’m honored.”

Shade shakes her head, amused. "How long have you been here? How did you even know I'd come here?" She shrugs, "Lucky guess..." She looks at him before adding, "Or, I may or may not have been following you the entire time." A low chuckle leaves Mark, already enjoying the little amount of her personality he's been shown.

“So…” Mark rubs the back of his neck. “Can we hang out sometime? Like, not during fights?”

“I don’t like to be seen.”

“That’s fine,” he says quickly. Not wanting to let her go yet, he adds "Since we're in the same line of work, maybe we could do it whitout the masks. You know, face to face, civilian from. That kind of thing.”

She studies him for a long moment, then finally says, “I’ll think about it.”

And with that, she’s gone again—leaving Mark smiling, heart racing, already hoping for next time.

#mark grayson x you #mark grayson x reader #mark grayson #invincible x you #invincible x reader #invincible #fem!reader #hero!reader

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 days ago

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Too Good (John Walker)

Description: Y/N is the only one that’s nice to John.

Word Count: 665

Everyone was mean to John on the team, made comments towards him, called him a piece of trash except for one person. John bit back everytime and was a huge asshole in general but they all got along regardless. Y/N was the only one who didn’t call him names and be shitty to him since the beginning. It’s what made them best friends and he felt like he had his right hand man again except it was Y/N.

“What about your helmet?” Yelena asked him as they talked about the weapons they carried. “What you like it?” He asked, excited that someone was complimenting it. Except Yelena wasn’t and she didn’t think it looked cool, “Do you think it looks cool?” She asked and he shrugged. “Yeah I like it.” He lied and Y/N looked over at him, “I like it too.” He wasn’t sure exactly if that was the moment he fell in love with her or not. She never put him down and never planned too. Even when Century bent his shield, she didn’t make fun of him.

“Hey don’t worry, it still looks cool.” All her nice comments made him smile and feel like he wasn’t a piece of shit. Like right now, the others weren’t being super nice to him after he made a sarcastic comment. Y/N was in her room when she heard yelling, she sighed and got up from her bed to see what it was about when she opened her door and John was there, “Hey.” She said softly, seeing the anger in his eyes. It died down after he saw her, “Hey can we take a walk?” He asked her, she nodded and left her room.

The others watched them leave without a word, Bucky looking at Yelena. “Everything okay?” She asked as they walked around the city. “They’re so rude to me sometimes.” He said as they sat down on a bench. “I’m sorry.” She said as she looked over at him. He would never admit this out loud but he hated the way that made him feel.

“You’re the only one that’s not rude to me.” He points out and she shrugs, “I don’t think anyone deserves to be treated like shit.” She said and he looked at her, “Is that all?” He asked her. “What do you mean?” She asked and he got up. She got up as well and chased after him, “John.” She said and grabbed his arm, he turned towards her looking more pissed than before. “What?” He nearly growled. “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?” She asked.

He shook his head, “I just thought that you were nice to me because you liked me.” Her eyes widened, “Oh well-“ He started walking away again. “John, I love you.” She yelled causing him to stop. “I just didn’t want you to think that was the only reason I was being nice.” She told him and he walked back to her.

“You really mean that?” He asked, softly. She nodded, “Yes.” He took a second to look at her before kissing her. Her hands immediately went to his face as she kissed back. She felt water dripping on her and pulled away, it was raining. “How romantic.” She joked and pulled him closer. His hair was sticking to his forehead, “I think it’s perfect.” He said and she nodded.

They were gone for a few hours before returning to the tower covered in rain and holding hands. The others started clapping and cheering, causing them to stop walking and look at them, “Told ya it would work.” Bucky said. They planned this. “Wait, you guys bullied him into coming to me so this would happen?” She asked, not exactly pleased with them. “Yes, that was the plan.” Ava said and before Y/N could scowl them John laughed and pulled her to his side. “I guess I should thank you guys.” He said. “You owe me $20.” “You bet on us?”

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #thunderbolts #new avengers #john walker #john walker imagine #john walker x reader #wyatt russell #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #florence pugh #yelena belova #red guardian #lewis pullman

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shintaru · 2 days ago

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m.list ♡ taglist

You were scrolling on your phone, bored, waiting for Wooin to arrive at the restaurant. You had some things to discuss about the League of Street Race. As you’re scrolling on your phone, you see back-to-back videos of a cute trend where you compare hand sizes with a guy friend/partner. You felt the need to want to join the trend, but you frowned, thinking you had no one to try it with. After all, you’re single, and the only guys you know are in your crew.

You’re snacking on the chips they left at your table when a familiar tattooed hand reaches over your shoulder into the chip bowl, snacking on the chips. He leans down until his face is close to the side of yours. “Do you want to try it?” Wooin asks, “Try what?” You were confused at his sudden appearance, considering you texted him five times about when he was arriving, and he left you on read. “The trend you’re watching, do you want to try it? I’ll post it on my account!” He asks you once again, you don’t even have to turn around to know he has a huge grin on his face.

You roll your eyes just thinking about his expression. In the time you’ve gotten to know him, he’s very hard to read at times, and he’s unpredictable, and you never know what he’s up to. As if he already read your mind, he replies again, “Relax, it’s just for fun.” Still a little skeptical he’s Wooin after all, you finally agree to do the challenge with him, reminding yourself to show Yumi later.

She knows how long you’ve had a crush on Wooin and she’s pushed you to confess to him hundreds of times already but you’ve shut the idea down saying it’s not the right time dating in the middle of an important race when there is so much training that needs to be done you don’t have time to focus on a relationship besides you don’t think you’re Wooin’s type anyway. “From the videos I've seen, it just looks like we’re supposed to compare hand sizes,” you inform him.

He nods in response, smiling to himself as he unwraps a lollipop and sticks it in his mouth. He then unlocks his phone, handing it to you. You click on the camera app and begin to press record, but wooin starts laughing, making you laugh so you had to stop the video” “what’s so funny?” You ask in between laughter. Sorry, he mumbles, “should we try again” he says while trying not to laugh. You can’t even contain your laughter. Once you two finally calm down, you try again. “We can’t laugh this time!” you say while stifling a laugh.

You begin filming the tik tok trend on Wooin’s phone you hold your right hand out to wooin lightly waving it in front of him like you seen the ither women do in the videos you had seen on your for you page. He takes hold of the sides of your hands with a loose yet gentle grip while slowly rotating his hand interlacing your fingers while pulling your interlocked hands closer to the side of his face while making eye contact with you.

You're certain he noticed your face heating up once you began holding hands, you begin to take notice of how his hands are slightly larger than yours, and they are soft, surprisingly, they are warm, but you had expected him to have cold hands considering his personality. “You know you can let go now, right?” he says with a signature smirk on his face. You quickly end the video and remove your hand from his grasp, trying to make it less awkward, which causes him to laugh.

You hand him his phone and he posts the video on his social media accounts. “Why were you laughing earlier when you seen me watching the trend?” you ask him. “I didnt think youd be into romantic stuff ive seen you harshly reject every guy that looks your way” he replies “That’s because they weren’t my type” you respond while looking over the menu.

A few notifications pop up on Wooin’s phone for the video he posted of the two of you

Ghost crew (hwangyeon): how did this pretty fucker get a girlfriend before me?

Grim Reaper: Are you two dating?

Wooin replies to Grim reaper: not yet 😏

Joker: Why are you holding hands? I thought there was no dating on the team

Vinny: 😤🤬

Dom: @yuna we should try this next 😊

Yumi: AHHHHHHH ik this would happen sooner or later 🤍

The waitress approaches your table, “Are you ready to order? We have a discount for couples today if you're interested in using it.” Before you could correct the misunderstanding, Wooin replies, “We’d like the discount.”

Wooin’s reference is Caleb from love & deepspace

Dedications:

@dzvelinaskebiyars @bfwooin

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crustyfloor · 14 hours ago

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(excuse to talk about one of my favorite cure scenes and ramble) Ivan's message as a character who chooses to not confront his feelings and doesn't find the words to describe them because they're so jumbled and unusual, makes it interesting when we see him express himself with actions rather than words, because action comes more easily to him rather than some complexities he won't put a name to or think about, in fact, Ivan doesn't consider himself capable of being so naturally attuned to emotions like others can be, it's just a fact to him, there must be something fundamentally "wrong" with him that separates him from others who have the ability. After all the years of suppressing and constructing a version of himself that didn't feel, for the sake of keeping control in an environment where, by all means, for him, emotions were a liability. He would not allow his weaknesses to come to light. It was simpler to live that kind of life instead of the alternative. I'm sure that's why he was so intensely fixated on Till, after finding someone who embodied everything Ivan believed he couldn't have and lacked within himself, sticking to Till and observing him was like a study

Ivan didn't learn basic concepts about emotions, so most of his behavioral issues stem from his upbringing. Ivan may believe empathy and kindness wouldn't come as naturally to him as others because Ivan is dispassionate about most things in his life, because he has to be, so much so that it gives the impression that Ivan doesn't feel at all. I love this scene in Cure because it shines light on the anger and compassion Ivan does feel, and it's for another person, for Till, whom Ivan can't help but have most of his passionate feelings and moments for.

Such a rare instance of gentleness from someone who otherwise wouldn't so easily give it reflects so strongly on Ivan as a character, he's seen Till so endlessly sympathetic and kind-hearted, Till as a person makes Ivan's deep and intense feelings come to the surface inevtibly even if it's hard to put a word to exactly what he feels, especially in that moment, so much to be said but nothing to say. But it's instinct to care, even though he wasn't shown that pity was something to give- his misery was met with mistreatment and punishment in his childhood, but something about seeing Till in such a state reveals a different side of him from the side that he would usually direct onto himself; he empathizes. Even if he doesn't know exactly what he's doing, and he's just clumsily nuzzling his face against Till's

A part of Ivan's character is a constant journey and exercise in expression, recognizing emotions, and in this case (compassion). Ivan is disconnected from his environment, his whole world is bleak, and he sorts people into cateragories and calculates how to approach them, not because it's what he wants to do, but because it's what he has to do, one of the only things in his control that he can manage in that regard is how he can maintain his perception for others and how he can perceive others. The closest we come to seeing him shift from that outside of Till is Sua, and still, she was also in a category (he just placed her in the same category he was in, to be exact, because of how he observed her), so he deals with people in much the same disconnected fashion

It's just that he's different for Till. Because aforementioned, Till's presence in Ivan's life, His love for Till pries open a part of Ivan that Ivan keeps resolutely shut, the part of him that feels, feels too deeply to be confronted here and now, but he does regardless and no matter how much that has led Ivan places that would eventually make him conclude that that side of him should never come to light, he never leaves Till, his underlying intentions on giving Till the leeway and freedom he wants, first being the meteor shower, and the smaller version with the collars, children don't instinctively know how to sympathize unless their environment teaches them how to express it, but it must be instinct to care for someone who's life you prioritize even over your own, it's just not so easily understood

His cover of wiege is also a nice callback to this, what I always loved about Wiege was how soothing it was as a song, even in the cruel, upside down world they live in, they still find comfort where they can in others and in healing through sharing it, in dreaming that things will be or could've been better even if something darker is looming over them.

Let a child who has never sung a lullaby, and like most in their world, didn't grow up happy and comforted, sing a lullaby and come in contact with that part of himself that only comes rarely, that he doesn't believe he is good enough to have had in the first place, the gentleness that is often pushed down for the facade of resignation and indifference. Ivan would never properly come to accept that he could. He has spent his whole life convincing himself he's just an unlovable person, and the people around him, and the way he perceived them, were a confirmation that he indeed didn't belong and wasn't a person capable of loving or being loved in return

These are lessons Ivan never came to learn because he was too adamant on a simplicity, that was the result of his insecurity and fears but simple enough for him to accept and live with, Nowhere is the best telling of this because the song lays out why he is the way he is, how he perceives the world as unforgiving and cruel and ultimately not where he can exist, his existence is like an (anomaly), even in the small moments of peace and love that exists between humans, he's an observer watching from the outside in and he's living day by day in a blur and he doesn't ask questions or try to change anything about it. Although it's an unfortunate situation to be in, loneliness isn't as pitiful as it may appear to be, and Ivan's method of self-isolation and coldness to the world keeps him alive and in control, so he allows himself to fill that role because ultimately, he fears confronting that all of his beliefs were wrong and questioning himself, he fears shifting from that role. After all, accepting some truths that we understand is something he can't afford to let consume him; he can't afford to fully see himself or trust Till with his feelings, not when it can hurt him (again), not when he can perceive him, perhaps even prove him wrong (Because if it were any more obvious that Till cared for him, Ivan would have to rethink everything about his "I'm not a person anyone can truly understand or love" belief, he does everything to convince himself that he's nothing to Till because he's so sure). It's simple to believe that this one-sided desperation is just something he has to live with and is the result of the kind of person he is, and not something he's miscalculating.

It's hard to interpret why Ivan's self-soothing mechanisms and the way he cares are so convoluted, but when he's so resolute in the notion that he's unable to be like others and usually won't let himself be so open to vulnerability because on the inside he doesn't think anyone as twisted, impure such as himself could, not without doing something wrong or something that he'd regret. But loving Till and observing him was a gateway to learning how to do the same back, even if it's this much, a hesitant, vulnerable, human gentleness that he doesn't know what to do with, (In this way, I like to think those moments in their childhood taught him some little things that children would usually learn from their caretakers, if that makes sense... Ivan is like a sponge to me, so I think just like that comic where they were telling a flower to cheer up, Till's compassionate character taught him more things about what it is to be human.)

#alien stage #alnst #alien stage ivan #alnst ivan #ivantill #oh.. im curing out #anyways i adore this scene in cure #till #its your time to shine in the next ep #ok #but really i want to see more moments like these from them theyre so special to me #and i want to see deep complex scenes from till's perspective too!!!

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Harmony watched him carefully, her eyes narrowing just the slightest as he leaned in. The move was subtle—barely a shift—but it pulled her hand forward, let it settle against the curve of his chest. She could feel the quiet tension there, the control wrapped tight beneath layers of calm. He didn’t touch her. Didn’t need to. His presence pressed against her like gravity. At his words, a soft, unexpected giggle slipped from her lips. It broke the air like a crack in glass, delicate but unmistakably amused. “Kinky…” she murmured, lips curving into a grin as she tilted her head. She shrugged one shoulder with that same easy defiance she always wore when things got just a bit too serious. “But fine. I’m not desperate enough to beg for your name.” Her fingers flexed once against his chest before slowly pulling back.

“You’re right,” she said, eyes lifting to his, steady now. “I don’t need it. I’ll remember you without it.” A pause, then a glint of mischief returned to her expression as she gave a small, amused nod. “I’ll call you Shadow instead.” She let the name sit there between them, just as thick and intentional as Daddy had been—sharp enough to tease, vague enough to stick. She watched his face for any flicker of reaction, anything beneath the calm mask. With a breath, she straightened her spine a little more and let her arm drop to her side. “Do you need anything else?” she asked, voice even now, cool as if the heat from a moment ago had never happened. But she didn’t step away. She stayed exactly where she was—close enough to breathe in his silence. Close enough to feel the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling, curling just beneath his skin. “I mean it,” she added softly. “If you’re done playing mafia boss, I’ve got work to do.” But still, she didn’t move. Not yet.

Azriel stood exactly as he was—hands in his pockets, back against the wall, posture relaxed in that way only dangerous men managed. He didn’t move. Not when she rose. Not when her heels echoed across the room. Not when her fingers brushed over his sleeves. It was the kind of stillness that made people second guess whether they’d just stepped into something they couldn’t handle. Her fingers slid up his arm. Settled on his shoulder. But still, nothing came from him. A lot of women had made this move before, he wasn’t numb to it. It wasn’t something that got him as excited as other men would. But still the slight tick of his jaw, slight enough to miss if you weren’t looking for it, betrayed him.

The word—Daddy—lingered in the air like smoke. Sweet, cloying, meant to tempt. Meant to provoke. His gaze drifted to hers then. With that same unbothered calm he'd worn since the moment he walked through the doors. But now—beneath it—there was something colder. He leaned in. Just enough for her hand to fall slightly against the curve of his chest. Just enough for his voice to come low. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Then back to her eyes—sharp now, stripped of amusement. Then he leaned closer, just a degree more. His next words were quieter. Controlled. Utterly certain. “You don’t need my name.” His eyes scanned hers, slow and exact. “You’ll remember me without it.” His hands still in his pockets. “And you’re right, I do like it when you call me it in front of everyone”

#brklynbxby #;harmony x azriel;

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ihaznoclue · 1 day ago

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Hihihi i'm really happy you opened requests, could you please write a mel x human female reader oneshot?

Pairings -> Melancholy/Mel x Female Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Mel wants you to go on a mission with her and her family but it turns out to be a bad idea to come along

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

A/N - Might not be accurate but whatever.. I'm still sick >:((

MEL

You didn't like being in the open as much as Mel liked as she would be the usual one to go on mission while you take care of the butcher shop that you have been assigned form Ken who was Mel's dad

He wasn't a bad guy, he was soft and gentle towards his family but he is still getting used to you but he treats you kindly like the others, Ken is just looking out for his family and hope nothing bad happens to them

Mud onto he other hand has been trying to bribe you to come work for him as you were a good person for it, but you kindly declined his offer, Mud is not really a easy guys to trust at time when he's sneaky sometimes he would steal some stuff of yours but luckily Ken would return it back

Then there's the big fella, Breadhead, he just a gentle giant towards you as he loves to hang out with you form time to time, maybe him playing the piano to you as he sings along sometimes, even sometimes you would help him fall asleep by reading him some books you found from a alley

And the last person is Mel, she seemed crazy at first, meaning that you didn't really want to go close to her at first but then later realised that she just wanted to spend time with you, the new recruiter of the smiling dead, but she seemed more different than the other but you just shrugged it off as nothing at first

Until it was time for their mission, you didn't know what reason for it but you would say that you were going to take care of the shop but Mel begged you to come with as she needed someone new to talk to

Meaning that she wanted your o come with her and the family

You thought of it first then Mel reassured you that her dad wouldn't mind at all, she also wanted you to see your very first mission instead of staying at the shop

So you agreed but was nervous, you were now sitting next to Mel and Breadhead at the back of the car as they seemed to be car chasing someone

Mel then decided it was a good idea to climb up the car, making her dad a bit angry than he already was, then you decided to have some fun as well and join with her

But that didn't well as you and Mel was flinged off the car that they were chasing, you were unconscious for a moment, seeing a blurry figure that seemed to be Mel checking to see if you were okay

"Holy shit! You.. you're a human?" She asked with wide eyes

You hissed as you moved, seeing black blood, a lot of black blood trailed on the road to you and.. mel

"Uh.."

"HOLY CRAP YOU ARE! HAHAH Omg I thought I was the only one!" Mel cheered as she then hissed grabbing her arm

"Wait.. so you were a human this whole time!?" You yelled out making Mel cover your mouth as she shushed you

"Try to stay quiet about this, but don't worry Ken won't cement ya, he already knows that I'm human so there's no big deal" Mel rambled making you confused as fuck now

It has now been a hot minute as you and Mel were now looking at each other, Mel smirking as she stared at you, you were patched up by her as you felt a little bit uneased but also relifed? maybe because you weren't the only one trying to hide the fact you were a human just like her

But in the end Mel wasn't going to give this up as she has now been sticking to your side ever since the accident and know your true secret

Making you a bit worried on what's going to happen, but also you didn't mind the company

Mel was.. someone now special to you and you liked it

-A<3

#gaslight district x reader #the gaslight district x reader #tgd #tgld #tgd x reader #tgld x reader #gaslight district mel #melancholy the gaslight district #melancholy tgd #melancholy x reader #melancholy hill

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bxllydxnnabxtch · 1 day ago

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Eternally Elusive

Rhysand x Reader

❀🇲🇦🇸🇹🇪🇷🇱🇮🇸🇹❀

Summary: A pestering passerby drags up an unexpected guest that almost blows your cover.

Read pt. 7 - HERE (wip)

Wanna go back?

Warnings: Harassment, injury.

In your pain riddled haste, you hadn’t realized how worked up you had made Azriel’s shadow. It seemed to be fretting at any slip up in fear of you damaging your already broken wing, it’s movement jagged and sharp as it circled you. But alas, you paid it no heed- couldn’t as you stumbled your way over the border and onto Dawn Court soil in the most pain you’ve been in since you’d left your homeland. The feeling buzzed in your head, and you just knew that you’d be in pain for months just waiting for this to heal up, but that’s only if you get the proper care for it, which you were certainly not.

Even being courts apart, Rhys still seemed to find a way to make your life difficult.

You wondered idly if he knew how badly his slip up had fucked you over as you splinted your injury, enchanting the wooden block to stay in place with a wave of your hand. Your wing still throbbed, the pain thrumming through you like a steady stream. It was the slightest bit more bearable with the splint in place, the appendage no longer visibly deformed, and it put you at ease to see it no longer sticking at an odd angle.

The glamour you held over yourself swallowed you like a comforting blanket, the weight of it putting you at ease as you looked out on the bustling streets of the Dawn Court. The last thing you needed right now was someone noticing who you were, the whispers would no doubt make their way back to the inner circle and you didn’t need another guest appearance as of right now. You dragged a hand down your face, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension that had built up along your trek into town.

A brush along your wing had you jumping and scrambling to recoil away from the touch. Your head whipped around, swiveling frantically in search of the source. Your eyes landed on a short, brunette fae. His eyes were a piercing gold, shimmering in the setting sun. You’d almost say they were beautiful if they hadn’t been holding a tinge of disgust, staring at you as if he was floored by your very presence. Azriel’s shadow stilled when you locked eyes with him, the darkness settling at your side.

It's slight coolness as it brushed against you offered you some solace from your peaked anxiety as you stared at the fae. “An Illyrian?” He scoffed, looking down on your form perched on a wooden bench. His upper lip curled into a scowl as his eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” He sneered. Your eyes darted around, a few people nearby eyed you both, a few previous strollers slowing down to watch the interaction. Your pulse spiked, and the fae seemed to pick up on it as he huffed a snort. “Are you a spy? Come to feed information back to your whore of a High Lord?”

The comment hit you like a brick to the face, the insult causing a slice of hurt to bloom in your chest despite your current status with said male. Your features downturned, a kaleidoscope of memories flooding into you from Under the Mountain- both yours and his. You didn’t have time to fully react to anything the fae had said- to what your body had forced you to remember.

A sharp, commanding voice sounded from behind the Dawn Court native, and he bristled at the sound, a visible tremor running through him. “Are we now in the business of disturbing travelers?”

You watched as the golden eyed fae slowly turned around, almost as if he were dreading what he would see. He moved to the side, and your eyes landed on a black haired woman, the girl coated in glittering armor from head to toe. The Dawn Court insignia sat proud on her chest plate, her dark hair sprawling well past the emblem and stopping just before her waist. She held the same shimmering golden eyes as the male- but these were sharper somehow, and they seemed to swirl with power. White wings stood proud behind her, so big that the ivory feathers brushed the ground where she stood.

A Peregryn, you realized.

A member of the elite aerial legion the Dawn Court proudly harbored. You were stunned, as were most passerby at her presence, only attracting more attention to your already uncomfortable situation. Her eyes landed on you, and they widened slightly in recognition.

It dawned on you in that second, and you stiffened into an immovable force.

Glamour didn’t work on Peregryns.

You stared at each other wide eyed, a silent acknowledgement of what was taking place. A runaway monarch- and a soldier of another court. She had all the power here- a cruel switch that was bound to be flipped at some point; you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. She could report this back to Thesan, have you sent back without so much as a thought. Azriels shadow circled you, and you waited with bated breath to see what she’d do.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

Her eyes fell back onto the brown-haired male still staring at her in thinly veiled horror. “Get moving.” She said coldly, jerking her head in the direction of another bustling street. The male sputtered for a second, eyes darting back to you before stuttering out a “yes, ma’am.” You watched him disappear into the crowd of people making their way down the busy street, the few people that had stopped to watch the interaction dispersing with him.

Your eyes fell back on the woman, the Peregryn now making her way towards you as if she were on a mission. The look in her eyes had you leaping to your feet, hopping off the bench as if the wooden structure had scorched you through your clothes. You got up in time to meet her face to face, her golden armor glinting in the setting sun.

You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing as you locked eyes. Her face seemed to hold a certain kind of awe you’d compare to a child receiving a new toy. Her eyes slipped over to your injured wing, the glance lingering for a second longer than you’d anticipated before it flickered back to your face. The fae bristled, a realization seeming to dawn on her as she floundered. “M-my Lady.” Her legs bent to steep into a kneel, and your heart rate spiked so violently the Peregryn flinched, your arm shooting out to stop her from completing her bow. Your nails dug into her armor, creating a soft creaking noise as your voice fought its way out of you. Commanding. Desperate. Almost a plea as you spoke.

“Don’t.” You said lowly, eyes darting around as she slowly eased out of her half completed kneel. She managed to take in your frantic movements in her confused state, eyes searching the streets in hopes no one had saw what she had just attempted to do. A fae with light brown hair seemed to eye you as she walked by, and that was all it took to have you hauling the Peregryn into a nearby ally.

“Are you trying to get me in shit!?” You hissed, casting a glance to the street you were just standing in, the shadows of the ally helping you to remain hidden. “No- no, my lad-“ You cut her off. “Don’t call me that, I’m not Your Lady.” You let go of her armor, confusion staining the woman’s face, only becoming more saturated with each passing second. “I may serve the Dawn Court, but I was born of the Night, you are as much My Lady as Thesan is My Lord.” Your eyes darted to her dark sprawling locks, and it clicked for you. She may have been a Peregryn, that much was obvious, but she held prominent features of the Night Court.

It was possible, much like your own lineage. A union between a Peregryn and a member of the Night Court. You saw it. A reflection of yourself stared back, the pride that swirled in her eyes when she talked about her heritage. You remember being like that, once. So proud of being from both the Winter, and the Night Court.

It was long gone though, that pride.

One of those homes was ripped away from you.

You hope she doesn’t suffer the same fate.

“I’m glamoured right now.” You said, tone much softer. A crease formed between her brows, face falling. “Oh.” She paused, looking you over before she spoke again. “I thought you were here for the Fall Solstice.”

That’s right. The Solstice.

Where the three Solar Courts came together in celebration. Where the day and night fall together in equal harmony, each as long as the other. You had completely forgotten in your haste to make it back to Winter. Your mouth fell open, eyebrows raising as an expression of surprise overtook your features. It was clear Rhys wouldn’t be attending any festivals after Under the Mountain, and now with you missing, you’d be surprised if he left the house. Especially with… her to attend to.

“I’m guessing that’s a no?” She asked. Your eyes fell back on her. She really didn’t know? Did Rhys not alert the other Courts to your disappearance? Or is it just so early he didn’t have a chance yet? You swallowed nervously, wringing your hands together anxiously. “Well, since you’re in town you’re still welcome to come.” The Peregryn said softly, sensing your unease. “Pardon my bluntness, but you don’t look to be feeling too well, you should get some rest. I should probably get back to my post regardless.”

You realized just how long you’d been standing in the ally, and you nodded your head in acknowledgement. She inclined her head slightly, almost a bow but casual enough to be brushed off. “It was an honor.” She said sincerely, turning to make her way out of the overhang. You watched her exit the ally, ivory wings brushing the ground as they followed behind her.

Hauling yourself up the stairs of the inn, you used the wall to support most of your weight. Azriels shadow was swirling around you, fretting as it always did when you were in a less than favorable state. The groan you let out when you reached the top was almost guttural, and you had to muster up the very last bit of your energy reserves to scuffle the last bit to your room.

You fiddled around with the key, leaning your forehead against the door and attempted not to wince as your arm knocked into your wing. Getting the key into the lock was an accomplishment in itself, and you pushed the door open, ready to clean yourself up and have a short nap. The door swung open, and you threw the key onto the dresser on your right side, swinging the door closed behind you.

The door swung closed, revealing the bed and a battered Azriel sitting atop it.

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OFFSIDE CRUSH | “WE OUTSIDEEEEEE!”

Masterlist, prev, next

You had threw on a simple but cute outfit because it was going to be hot during the day and cold by night. You slipped your phone into your bag and made your way down the elevator to the first floor where most of the team was already gathered, buzzing with energy like a bunch of unsupervised kids.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me..” You say looking over at Bachira who had on a cow suit with some converse on. Reo turned around just in time to hear you. “Don’t even ask but he has an extra outfit inside the cow suit.” he said, already defeated.

“I stand by my fashion choices.” Bachira beamed, throwing up a peace sign with his tongue out. “Where the hell did you even get a cow suit?” Isagi asked, genuinely disturbed Bachira shrugged “Amazon Prime shipping.” You shook your head and squeezed your way into the group, standing between Nagi who looked half asleep and Chigiri, who was already scrolling through the fair’s ride list like it was a mission briefing.

“Can’t believe Ego actually let us out,” you muttered under your breath. “Don’t remind me,” Nagi said. “It already feels illegal.” Soon enough, a bus pulled up and the entire group practically sprinted to get on, like they hadn’t seen daylight in years.

You sat next to Nagi, and the second he leaned his head on your shoulder, the whole back of the bus lost their minds. “Y/N and Nagi, sitting in a tree!..” “Shut up, Bachira!” You shouted.

When you finally arrived, the smell of funnel cake, popcorn, and overpriced fun hit you in the face. The sun was still out, casting everything in a golden haze. The boys scattered instantly like it was Blue Lock Hunger Games. “Hey,” Nagi said, suddenly beside you again, his hand brushing yours. “Stick with me. You’re better than a map.”

You blinked. “You just don’t wanna get lost, huh?”“...Yeah. That. Totally.” He said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the swings as he looked up at how high it went and fear covered his face.

“That thing looks like a death trap.” You laughed, already stepping into line. “You face penalty kicks with no fear but this is where you draw the line?” “Yeah,” he mumbled. “At least the ball doesn’t dangle me 100 feet in the air.” Still, when it was your turn, he followed you. Begrudgingly. With a suspicious side-eye to the swing’s metal chains.

Once you were both buckled in, the ride jolted to life. Wind whipped through your hair as the swings lifted into the sky. You couldn’t help but let out a small scream not out of fear, but from the rush of it all. Next to you, Nagi’s knuckles were white from gripping the chain. “I hate this,” he said, monotone, eyes shut.

You burst out laughing. “You look like you’re about to cry.” He peeked one eye open, side-eyeing you. “If I survive this, you owe me cotton candy.” “Deal.” And as you promised you gave bought him the cotton candy like you promised and that was just the start of the night you were about to have.

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yourinstagram THE NIGHT HAS JUST STARTED BUT BACHIRA HAS TAKEN 100+ PICTURES WITH STRANGERS JUST CAUSE HE HAD A COW SUIT ON…(I literally love bachira)

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ChigiriH girl where are you…

yourinstagram me and Nagi went looking for you and the rest but then ended up on the Ferris wheel idk how that happened 🤷‍♀️

user229 me when I lie 😭✌️

megumonster SHAWTY WYAAAA THESE PEOPLE SCARING ME IM FINNA CHANGE OUT OF THIS THING…

yourinstagram give me 10 minutes or less and I’ll be there

sleepyseishiro she’s lying.

reoofficial Wait…YAWL…NAGI…😝

rinwrecks what the actual fuck is that supposed to mean…

reoofficial exactly what it says 😒 now push off

“This is so relaxing.” You say as the lights from the rides lit up the sky and the wind blew through your hair Nagi nodded, his head resting against the side of the Ferris wheel cart, eyes half-lidded as he looked out at the fair below. “Yeah… it’s nice.” He glanced at you for a second before quickly looking away, his voice quieter. “I get why people like this stuff.” You turned your head to him, brow raised. “You mean being outside?” He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah. But also… being with you.”

Your smile faltered just a bit, heart thudding in your chest. “What do you mean?” Nagi was quiet for a moment, as if the words were buffering in his mind. Then he turned toward you, expression soft but serious. “I like you, Y/n. More than I probably should. And I know we’re supposed to keep everything quiet and professional and all that crap but… it’s hard. You make it hard.”

Your eyes widened slightly, unsure if you heard him right. “Wait… like like-like me?” Nagi blinked. “Yeah. That’s what I just said.” You laughed a little, breathless. “You could’ve picked anywhere to say this and you picked a tiny box suspended in the air?” He shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Figured you couldn’t run away up here.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, “That’s so dumb.” “Maybe,” he said, “but I meant it.” “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I just didn’t want to keep it in anymore.” You blinked, then smiled soft and warm. “No, idiot. I do feel the same.” Now he blinked, caught off guard for once.

You leaned in a little closer, your knee bumping his. “And if it’s gonna be hard either way… then fuck it. I’ll be your girlfriend.” His eyes widened slightly, his face still unreadable for a second then a small, real smile tugged at his lips. “Cool.” You rolled your eyes, laughing. “That’s all you have to say?”

He shrugged, leaning his head against your shoulder this time. “Told you… this is nice.” And just like that, the ride kept moving but the moment stayed suspended, like your little cart floating above the chaos of everything else.

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sleepyseishiro she’ll make you think you’re dreamin’ you’ll fall in love and you’ll be screaming demon

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reoofficial YAWL MY BSF FINALLY GOT THE GIRL😛

officialraichi honestly so surprised

clutchyoichi nah y/n is more like “MISS HER KISS HER LOVE HER THAT GIRL IS POISON”

megumonster MOST ACCURATE

user194 I love how they’re giving y/n lines from poison

user707 LITERALLY LIKE THEYRE ALL ICONIC

megumonster LITERALLY MY FAVORITE COUPLE

yourinstagram I’m going to eat you😛

rinwrecks FUCKING FINALLY

yourinstagram YOU’RE SECRETLY MY BIGGEST SUPPORTER

rinwrecks I’ll give you that one

user229 EGO GON GET YALL🥀

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megumonster fair day >>> real life i was the cutest cow there, no debate

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clutchyoichi You literally screamed on the kiddie ride

megumonster STAWP

reoofficial Y/N had to hold your hand the whole time.

megumonster WHY ARE YALL OPENLY HATING

sleepyseishiro he cried in the funhouse mirror room

megumonster YAWL THIS GOTTA BE SOME KIND OF BULLYING🥀ALSO IT WAS DISTORTING MY ESSENCE OKAY

yourinstagram twin next time I’m not saving you from a mechanical duck ride

user338 Cow suit = peak performance. 10/10

user707 The way he looks so happy with her!!! THEY ALL DO ACTUALLY

aryu_jou Why did you choose a cow the least fashionable animal

megumonster only a hater would say that

ChigiriH This feels like an episode of a very unhinged anime

FUN FACTS🎡:

Someone in the crowd recognized the Blue Lock boys and asked if Nagi and Y/n were dating Y/n panicked and said she was his cousin It did not help

They all ended the night with funnel cake and sticky fingers

Reo won the biggest prize at a booth but gave it to Isagi because “it clashed with his outfit.”

Nagi had told Reo he was going to confess on the Ferris wheel but Reo thought he was just all talk

The title name was inspired by me texting my insta moot that “WE OUTSIDEEEEE SHAKING ASSSSSSS” then I remembered sexyy red said something similar 😛

Taglist🎟️🎠: @inojinieeee @amterasuu @frootloopscos @irethepotato @thatmf-jay @mwezieclipze @hi-itsmee28 @jxp1-t3r @meikstv

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differentdragonpeanutknight · 3 days ago

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Ranking the Ninjago seasons in my own stupid opinion, the Finale: SIMPLY PEAK

There's no reason to mince words this time, cuz those are my all time favorites that I wouldn't mind rewatching all over again.

4. The Merged Lands + Quest for the Dragon Cores

I think is an agreement in the fandom that Dragons Rising was the breath of fresh air Ninjago needed, right? Especially after Crystalized showed to us how milked the og cast was. Yeah, some of the old cast is still here. Yeah, Lloyd is still a main character. But the situations they are been put here are new for them, and that's awesome.

Also, the new character are really well put together, and I say that about both Arin and Sora, and the rest of the side characters. (Except Dorama. Fuck Dorama) I think Arin, Sora and Wyldfire later are well-written and each of them has a good way to viewers to relate to them.

And speaking of characters, there's Ras and Beatrix. I don't care what people say, I love Beatrix as a Season 1 villain. She was exactly what the show needed to begin with. A delusional, unhinged woman that doesn't know when to stop. And Ras left a impressive good impression with the little screen time he had.

Also the animation is gorgeous. It's even better on the most recent seasons, but it was a literal blast back them. Ninjago never looked so good.

3. Seabound

Remember when I just said I love unhinged villains, yeah Kalmaar is one of my favorite villains just from how much of a bastard he is. Of course, he's not the only reason this season is here. I just feel like... This season's storytelling is really something else, the writers really outdid themselves on pulling all our emotional strings.

Do I like how Cole, Kai and Zane were handled this season? Absolutely not. Buuut nothing's perfect. Also, with how much I love characters like Nya, Jay, Maya or Benthomaar? Everything's fine. To be honest the season finale was the third time Ninjago made me cry, and I don't care with what Crystalized undid to the emotional chords, that's still one of the best finales ever.

2. Hunted

This season is so good. Actually so amazing. Everyone is the best here. Even characters with low screentime like the Elemental Alliance make their time worth it. Lloyd is at his best by going trough the Hero's Journey. Nya doesn't do much, but she's a solid anchor for Lloyd. Mystake is simply an amazing person that deserves the best. Despite some mid season jokes, Dareth sticks his landing as a good character. Come on, the guy was one the few people left to fight against Garmadon's power.

Speaking of Garmadon, he's such an upgrade from his zombie-like self from the previous season. He's not scary, of course not, it's a kids show. But he intimidates. And he has presence. Harumi is also kinda there, but her ultimate fate was a beautiful send off to her character and the actions she took.

Now, for the First Realm side. First of all, I loved how this season has too storylines going on back to back. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but there was enough good things happening on screen to keep me going. Even the Iron Baron. He's a weak villain by himself, but godamnit he's such a failman that I can't help but respecting for being such a loser. Of course the shitty guy who wouldn't survive by himself would lie about the Oni to keep his power.

As for the rest of the ninja, despite not being the main characters in this, serve their roles well as supporting characters for young Wu. Kai wasn't annoying yet and had his moments. Cole was being the best parent friend of them all. Zane didn't have any "quirky robot joke" to throw at us. And Jay was being the jerkass he is. And I love them all for that.

And then there's Wu. Hot take but this is one his best seasons. I didn't thought making both Lloyd and Wu go trough the Hero's Journey in the same season could've worked, but to me they were nuanced enough to work. And I love young Wu design. Fight me.

Now, if you were keeping up the seasons, you knows who's the winner.

1. Tournament of Elements

Yeah so. Let's see. Unhinged and carismatic villain? Check. A serious, bitter henchman that loathes one of the heroes? Check. A elimination game? Check. A game of masks where no one can trust no one? Check, check, check. This season has everything I love in stories. It is enganging, everyone has a role to play in it, and everyone plays amazingly. And come, this was the first big moment of world building. We found out there was more than was told to was. There was more elemental masters around Ninjago, and even if they were not all really flashed out, they left a good impression and a small fandom to each of them. *Hugs a Ash plushie*

Ahem. So, as for the characters. The main group at least. Like I said, no one was left behind. All of them brought something to the story. Lloyd was the emotional anchor between the viewers and Garmadon. Garmadon himself peaked here and nothing beats his character journey into a martir. Despite this being supposed to be his season and he kinda losing this position in the last few episodes, Kai was the perfect balance of hot-head and thoughful schemer. If wasn't for his plan, maybe things wouldn't have ended well for the heroes, and let's not forget that part of his plan depended on his skills to convince Skylor to join his side.

As for the remaining characters, despite having minors roles, they had weight on the overarching narrative. Jay was there to be the suspicious one, to not trust in anyone and only changing this when he accepted everyone there deserved a chance. If it wasn't for Cole, the elemental masters won't even have tried to escape the noodle factory. Zane had his last good story there with all the story of discovering himself again and embrancing who he is, even if he's not the same Zane from before. And Nya, she was on a roll. Infiltrating the island, going undercover, stealing the spell page. If it wasn't for her actions, that's was another thing that would've ended badly to the heroes.

And that's for me, this is the best season. It's not perfect, not any of them are. But they're all good in their own way. Even *shivers* Crystalized.

That's it for today. Thanks for keeping up with my rambles! 😊

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devotedlyandrogynousyouth · 2 days ago

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okay hiii i heard requests were open so i thought i'd try, first off i love your writing so much, when i tell you it moves me to tears im not exaggerating so i havent read the comics so bare w me please 🥹🤍 idk if you do OCS, if you do could it be about a woman called thea, if not fem y/n or however you feel comfortable doing it basically this girl is a medical student studying to be a doctor, dating richard (dick) grayson/ nightwing, and it's kind of angsty, she sees hi injured, rushes in and patches him up- dangerous, stakes are high, maybe she could ever get injured too in the process? just a thought! love ur work, and absolutely no pressure for this request 🤍🥹

Aw you're so sweet💜💜💜

Pretty High Stakes

Injured! Dick Grayson x Medschool! Reader

Warnings: Graphic injury, trauma, blood, panic, emotional breakdown, language

You knew the risks when you fell for him.

When you let him kiss you with bruised lips and bloodied knuckles. When you let his hands cup your face even though they'd been breaking ribs hours before. When you chose to stay—not just in his life, but in his world.

But nothing prepares you for this.

Not med school. Not emergency rotations. Not any of the hellish scenarios you’d run through in simulation labs. Because this wasn’t a controlled environment with crash carts and proper lighting.

This was a filthy Gotham alley at 1:17 in the morning, and the man you loved was bleeding out in your arms.

You’d only been part of the mission in the smallest way. Remote first aid support, coordinating through Oracle, helping ID the traffickers. Dick hadn’t even told you the full details, just that he “had it handled.” You’d believed him—until his comm went dead.

That silence had cut through you like a scalpel.

Now your shoes splashed through dirty puddles as you sprinted toward the last coordinates. Every second felt like glass dragging through your chest. Your breath caught when you finally rounded the corner and saw him.

Dick.

His suit was torn open along his ribs, blood pouring out in terrifying waves. His body was crumpled like a marionette whose strings had been severed. His head lolled to the side. One escrima stick was still in hand, the other abandoned a few feet away.

For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. Then instinct slammed through you like lightning. You hit your knees beside him, skidding on the wet pavement. “Dick—Dick!”

His eyes fluttered weakly. One barely opened, revealing his near-lifeless baby blue. “Sweetheart...?”

“I’m here,” you said, voice trembling. “Jesus, Dick, what—what the hell happened?”

"Got… the kids out,” he rasped. “Three of them. They’re safe.”

You pressed your coat against the gaping wound at his side. Blood soaked through instantly. Your stomach turned, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t afford to. “Focus on me,” you said, voice cracking. “You’re okay. Just—keep your eyes open.”

“Couldn’t call,” he murmured. “Comm—busted.”

“You should’ve waited.” Your tone wavered somewhere between fury and despair. “You always do this. Always push too hard, too far—”

“No time,” he said. “They were gonna move them. I had to—”

You gritted your teeth, adjusting your weight to apply more pressure. He let out a low groan that hit you like a bullet.

“I’m calling Oracle,” you whispered. Your fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for your phone. You activated the encrypted emergency line. The screen was blurred by rain and tears. “Oracle. Code Nightfall.”

Barbara’s voice came through instantly. “Where’s Nightwing?”

“Down. Severely wounded. Multiple lacerations. Stab wound to the abdomen. He’s going into shock.” Your voice caught. “I need med-evac. Now. 9th and Haven.”

“I’ve got you,” she said, calm but urgent. “Stay with him. ETA four minutes.” You threw the phone aside and turned back to him. His skin was pale. His lips tinged blue.

“Stay awake,” you begged, clutching his hand like you were the one dying. “Please.”

His fingers curled weakly around yours. “Didn’t want you to see me like this.”

You let out a laugh that was half a sob. “Well, too late. And you still look stupidly handsome, you reckless idiot.”

A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. Then his body seized.

Your heart stopped. “Dick!”

He coughed, and blood spattered against your neck. You scrambled to clear his airway, lifting his head just enough to tilt it, trying not to scream.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered over and over, as if repetition could bend reality. “You’re not dying. Not here. Not tonight.”

You heard the Batwing before you saw it—the roar of engines slicing through the storm. Bright searchlights bathed the alley in pale blue. The dropship’s doors opened mid-hover. Medics in Wayne-Tech armor repelled down before the skids even touched pavement.

You didn’t want to move. You didn’t trust anyone else to touch him. But you had to.

“He’s going into hypovolemic shock,” you barked at the lead medic. “Massive blood loss. Suspected liver laceration. He needs blood and surgery. Now.” They didn’t question you. They moved fast. Intubation. Fluids. Vitals. A hard collar. They cut through his suit while stabilizing his spine. You helped strap him to the gurney. His blood was everywhere.

He was still conscious—barely. He almost couldn't rasp out your name.

You bent close. Rain soaked through your scrubs as you practically cradled him to your chest, mindful of every painful wound inflicted upon his body. “I’m here.”

“Love you.”

Your breath caught. Your hands trembled. You’d said it before, once, quietly. He never had. Until now. Until this. Until he was dying in your arms in the middle of a filthy alleyway. “I love you too,” you whispered. “So stay alive and say it again when I’m not covered in your blood.”

He gave a barely-there nod before his eyes fluttered shut.

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c0wboylikeharry · 2 days ago

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THE PACT (h.s fanfic)

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chpt 3

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: Y/N and Harry have always had a complicated relationship. They're friends, then they're not. They like each other, then they despise each other. But something deep inside can't let them stray too far apart, even as everything changes around them. Through the trials and tests of life, the heartbreaks and joys, can Harry and Y/N find their own way? Or will they stick to the drunken marriage pact they made in a time of desperation?

word count: 7.1k

warnings: n/a

a/n: this is one of my favorite chapters. it’s a long one, but it’s all very worth it!! lots of angst…

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3 | PROM

It’s going to rain. It’s going to rain and Harry is running late for pictures. No one is happy. On the day you’re all supposed to be having the night of your lives. You’re all miserable out in the cold, in a random grassy field, waiting for a stupid boy to show up. You knew you should’ve told him pictures were 30 minutes earlier than they were so he’d show up on time.

The rest of the boys are too busy playing a game of catch to even really notice the dilemma. If you girls weren’t following such a strict schedule, they’d probably stay out here all night. But now the schedule has been thrown off. Who knows if you’ll even make it to the dinner reservation? Or even Prom at this point!

Leah’s the most mad. Partly because of the hours she spent getting ready, and the other because she’s been looking forward to this night her whole life. You’d know since she’s told you exactly that since the day you two met. All of it has been planned to a tee since she was a little girl. What she didn’t know—or couldn’t control—was how she was asked.

You’re sure she was expecting something grand. Something to show off to everyone and tell her future children about. And, while everyone did know, it wasn’t spread by word of mouth. More so…right in front of their faces.

In the middle of lunch one day, an announcement rang through the speakers. At first, everyone froze, thinking it was some sort of natural disaster or zombie outbreak. What no one expected was for Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake to begin blasting through the shitty speakers on a random Wednesday afternoon. After that, it was like time moved in slow motion.

Wayde had jumped up from his seat next to Leah at our table, and you think that’s when she clued into what was happening. Her face went white when he stood on the bench and started vigorously dancing along to the song. The entire lunch room erupted into cheers—or screams of fear—at what they were witnessing. He was mouthing all the words and everything, it was truly a performance. But it didn’t end there. No matter how much you wish it did.

Ronan was next to jump in, officially making it a cringy flash mob. Though, it wasn’t choreographed in the slightest. Just some teen boys ‘rocking their bodies’ in front of the whole school. But you had to give it to them, they were shameless. The rest of the group was dying laughing, embarrassed to no end that those were your friends. You were seriously considering making that sentence obsolete.

Ryan reluctantly pulled himself up onto the bench, despite Frankie practically begging him not to. He was the stiffest with his moves, but that made it better. His face was beet red as he tried his absolute hardest to follow the beat.

The absolute—and you don’t say this lightly—worst, was when you felt Harry start to rise from his seat beside you. You’d never moved faster than when you slammed your hand down onto his thigh to try and keep him seated. “Not you too,” you muttered, a plea. Anyone could tell he was embarrassed about what he was going to do, but he still leaned over and whispered, “I have to.” You couldn’t understand how Wayde convinced Harry to do it. “Is he blackmailing you?” He couldn’t even muster a laugh because of how ashamed he was. But he’d met his deadline, and your hand fell back to your side as he stood up onto the bench.

For how nervous he looked, he sure did go all out. Gyrating hips, body rolls, and even some pops and locks. It sure was a sight to see. And you had front row seats.

But, to everyone’s disappointment, that wasn’t even the end of it. Oh no. Somewhere in between the final chorus and the outro, these teen boys started stripping themselves of their shirts. Yes, you’re being dead serious. In the middle of school. Where people eat. The image is still burned into your brain. As their shirts started falling all around the table, with Harry’s landing straight on your head, a message appeared. With one letter painted on each of the boys chest, clear as day, “P R O M?”, the question was finally popped.

At that point, everyone was inconsolable. Especially Leah, who had tears streaming down her face. You’re still not sure if it was happy tears or tears of laughter and embarrassment. Yours were definitely the latter. But you could tell she had enough of the public humiliation from the speed in which she shouted, “Yes!”

When the boys finally rejoined society, after the song had ended and the whole lunchroom cheered for their social suicide, they were still shirtless. Which…you guess you weren’t gagging at the sight. It still made your cheeks bright red regardless. Especially when Harry reached for his shirt and caught you staring. “Was it really that bad? You look shell shocked,” he had asked at your blank stare. “It was horrible.”

But you’re a liar. It wasn’t that horrible. Not at all.

After that fiasco, Ryan ended up asking Frankie with a simple poster outside her door. No one else was involved and that was for the best. After Wayde’s show, everyone needed a break. That’s why Ronan simply asked Quinn over text one day. As simple as it could be.

And then there’s you. Who’s here alone. Which is totally fine. You’re totally fine. Definitely not thinking about the scrapbook you made when you were little that detailed exactly how this night would go. And the fact that nothing has gone to plan. Especially the part about going with the captain of the baseball team. You should just burn that scrapbook in a fire, honestly.

Despite Leah’s claims about you and Harry, everything went back to normal the next day. Prom was never brought up again, you still got annoyed with him every day, and Leah never brought it up again. Tonight is the last night you should be thinking about something as ridiculous as that. Especially since the boy in question is not even here, and is pissing everyone off.

Probably, most of all you.

“I’m here! I’m here!” The sound of screeching tires and brakes sound off throughout the entire field, stealing everyone’s attention.

Harry comes stumbling down the dirt path, abandoning his bike on the sidewalk. He sprints to your group, effectively wrinkling his suit. Now, if you’re being honest here, the sight could make up for all the time he wasted. In a hopeless romantic kind of way! Not because of anything else. But seeing him—or anyone!—run through a field in a tailored tuxedo… It’s a sight for the big screen. You can just picture it. All slow motion set to swoony music.

“Fuck you, Harry! Shouldn’t have even showed up!” And the movies ruined by Leah’s unashamed use of profanity.

“I’m sorry! I had to make a pit stop!” He yells, stopping a few feet away to hunch over and catch his breath.

“Was your pit stop in the official itinerary? No! It wasn’t!” Leah continues with her rage fueled rant.

“Leah, I will make it up to you, okay?” Harry gives up on his fight, slowly walking closer like you’re all rabid animals he doesn’t want to spook.

“Let’s just get these photos over with,” she grumbles, turning away from Harry all together. “Wayde! Get your ass over here!”

Everyone slowly starts to congregate in the middle of the field. There’s no professional photographer here anyway, just Quinns digital camera. Wayde and Leah are up first, quickly getting into the classic couple poses. You can tell she’s been training him since he asked her to Prom. Off to the side, Ryan and Frankie discuss how they’ll pose. All while you silently stroll toward the group, wondering if you should even get your picture taken. It’d be kind of awkward to stand there all alone. You’d probably just shrivel into the dirt below your feet.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Harry calls for you from a few steps behind, forcing you to slow to a stop.

When he catches up to you, you finally get a good look at him. Dressed in an all black suit, down to the dress shirt underneath, and no tie. He looks…nice. Okay, he looks good. Very put together. A vast difference from how he normally looks. Not that you’d ever say this out loud. Besides his physical appearance, you notice he’s hiding something behind his back.

“What’s up?” You cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling exposed to the elements.

He clears his throat. “Uhm… I like the dress.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and the grass below. “Very, uh… Pretty.”

Despite choosing this dress, it’s hard for you to believe his words. It’s blue chiffon that hugs you in places you didn’t know you had and is strapless, which scares you. But, yeah, sure…pretty.

“Thanks,” you mutter shyly, matching his hung head stance.

“I, uhm… My pit stop was actually to, uh…” His nervous rambling makes you anxious. He’s never acted like this. Normally he’s overly confident in his words, even when they’re loud and wrong. “I got you this.” With your eyes pointed down, he whips out whatever he had hidden behind his back. It’s hard to tell what it is at first, mostly thanks to the slight tremble in his hands, but as soon as your eyes register it, your throat goes dry. “You shouldn’t be the only girl without one.”

Staring down at the small, plastic box, a delicate, white corsage rests inside. It’s really, really pretty. And you’re really, really confused.

“Harry,” you breathe his name, unable to tear your eyes away from the flowers.

“D-don’t say anything,” he cuts you off, opening the box, “let’s just keep this between us.”

“Yeah,” you whisper back, subconsciously holding out your wrist, “wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re actually a nice person.”

“Would really mess with my asshole reputation, y’know?” As he speaks, he lifts the arrangement out of the box with a light touch. Fingertips brushing over your skin as he ties it around your wrist.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Neither of you acknowledge what he’s doing, but from both of your heavy breathing, you’re very aware.

“No…” he speaks just above a whisper, having finished tying it off, and yet his thumb continues to trace patterns on your skin, “we can’t.”

You can’t tell if the goosebumps that are rapidly arising on your skin are from his words, or the chill in the air. Hopefully, it’s the latter.

“You didn’t happen to buy a matching boutonnière, did you?” His hands drop from your, now limp, wrist, pulling his eyes up to your face.

“I…did,” he mutters, but his eyes won’t meet yours. “But we wouldn’t want people to think we’re going together, would we?”

Your shoulders raise slightly, staring at his apprehensive expression. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

That makes his eyes snap to yours. For a reason you're not one hundred percent sure of. Sparkling green eyes dancing between your own, like he can’t decide which to focus on. Or like he’s trying to decode a secret message within them. To which, there isn’t any. You have no idea what you’re thinking right now. Your brain has given up and is letting your other organs decide how tonight is going to go. So far, your heart has stepped up as the new leader. And you’re not hating how it’s running the show. How could you when it’s the reason a slow, lopsided grin grows on Harry’s face.

“Oh my god! It’s raining!” Leah’s shriek is about the only thing that could’ve broken you out of the moment.

Because, yes, it is in fact raining. But you wouldn’t have noticed. If that bubble hadn't popped, you’re sure you would’ve stayed and allowed yourself to get drenched before you took any notice of the weather.

“Shit, we should go,” Harry mutters, narrowly avoiding the growing raindrops.

You nod in agreement, lifting your dress from the soon to be soaked dirt and carefully stepping toward where you parked. It was a struggle to walk out here in the dirt, you can’t imagine how much harder it’ll be when it all turns to mud. Harry’s already a good distance ahead, trekking it to the car.

“Y/N, come on!” Harry calls back, watching your struggle.

“You try walking on toothpicks in the dirt!” You yell back, hobbling.

Even from the good ten feet of distance between you two, you can hear his huff. Your first reaction is to yell at him again, because why is he complaining? But when your eyes raise to the scene, he’s hurriedly rushing back to you.

“Get on my back,” he instructs, turning around and bending at the knee.

“What? No!” you protest, attempting to take another step—bad idea—and feeling your heel jam into a patch of mud. Lovely.

“Y/N, just get on my back.”

“Fine!” you groan, hiking up your dress and leaning forward to wrap your arms around Harry’s neck. “You better not drop me.”

His hands snake behind your calves, sending a chill down your spine. This time, it’s definitely not because of the cold weather. With one little jump, he’s hoisting you off the ground and onto his back. You let out a small, surprised shriek from the altitude change, clinging onto him tighter. His light laugh rattled from his back into your ribs. “I’m not going to drop you. But if you choke me out, I will.”

“Noted,” you reply, giving his neck a teasing squeeze.

And just like that, you two are a winning horse off to the races. Your opponent being the vastly approaching rain storm. You can’t help the uncontrollable laughter that spills from your mouth during the bumpy ride. This is something that would only happen to you.

When you reach the car, Harry drops you off at the passenger side of your truck. You don’t question it. Until you do.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You drag the now rain spattered material of your dress into the cabin of the truck.

“You’re wearing heels, and I’d very much not like to die tonight,” Harry replies, pushing the damp strands of hair out of his face.

“I drove here in heels, idiot.” You roll your eyes, but gasp when a realization hits you. “Wait! You can’t drive! You don’t have your license!”

“Got my license a month ago, idiot,” he mocks.

“Wait— What?! Then why have I been lugging your ass home every day?”

He shrugs softly. “Thought it was just sort of our thing?”

You can act mad all you want, but on the inside, you think his words are kind of sweet. Sure, now you’ll start charging him gas money or making him drive when you’re too tired, but still. The idea of you two having a “thing” doesn’t disgust you as much as you thought it would. Odd.

“Uh… Y/N,” Harry clears his throat after being eerily quiet for the past couple of minutes. “I, uh… I know this is very last minute, but—“

“Yo! Harry! Were you just gonna leave your bike here to rust?!” Ryans booming voice breaks into the back of the truck cabin, cutting Harry off. “I’m tossing it in the back!”

Everyone slowly trickles into the truck, all except Wayde and Leah who drove here separately. They all chatter about what the rain ruined or certain pictures they got.

“Sorry, I drove them here,” you mutter to Harry, seeing his shocked face at the ruckus. “What were you saying?”

He snaps out of his trance. “Oh, uh, nothing. Just wondering if you had the directions to the restaurant.”

“Oh! Yeah, I’ll pull them up.” You immediately fumble for your phone, letting Harry’s terse tone roll off your shoulders.

As he pulls the car away from the curb, he almost whispers, “Cool.”

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Apparently your group wasn’t as creative as they thought when it came to picking a restaurant. So far, you’ve spotted at least fifteen of your classmates.

It also doesn’t help that you all arrived a little late. Prom starts in an hour and you haven’t even ordered yet. Some of your classmates have already gotten their checks!

You’re all squished into a half-moon booth, conversing over one another. You got stuck with an edge seat, but you don’t really mind. You can make a quick escape if need be. Harry is sitting beside you, squished by Ryan. He doesn’t really seem interested in conversation, just mindlessly scrolling through his phone. It leaves you on a deserted island, trying to clue into the conversations happening on the other side of the table.

Though, you do have something that could break him out of his funk. You snatched it from your truck when you noticed he’d forgotten it inside. Feels like he’s earned the right. Discreetly, you crack open the package under the table. For some reason, you want it to be a surprise.

“Harry,” you nudge him with your elbow, finally getting him to look up, “I think you’ve earned this.”

His expression of confusion quickly morphs to pleasant surprise as you pull the boutonnière out from its hiding place. “And to what do I owe the honor?”

“Well, you were a trusty steed that saved me from disaster.” The decoration spins between your fingertips, a nervous action.

“So… I’m your knight in shining armor, is what you’re saying?” He smirks, a dangerous look.

“Shut up,” you mumble and roll your eyes. Leaning closer, you take charge. “May I?”

“Please,” he whispers.

Delicately, you reach for the breast pocket of his jacket. The needle is so thin, you fear it’ll break trying to stick through the thick material. You can feel his eyes on your calculated movements, and you’re sort of hoping no one else is watching this oddly intimate moment.

But a throat clearing alerts you of outsider onlookers. You force your hands to freeze. Maybe if you stay still enough no one will see you?

“Lacy…” Harry’s soft voice pulls you from your bubble. The breathlessness of it could’ve been enough to make you drop the flower all together.

For a second, you think he’s making a bad joke. Bringing up his ex as you’re essentially knighting him as your Prom date. But his statue-like stillness tells another story. You nervously tear your gaze toward the head of your table. And lo and behold, there she stands in all of her glory. Lacy.

Just as you’d expect any bombshell to dress, she’s in red. It compliments her tan skin beautifully, which just isn’t good for anyone else’s self image. You swear she has a golden aura looming around her.

“Hi,” she whispers, smiling as her eyes connect with the boy beside you. The boy with your matching boutonnière half attached to his lapel.

“W-what are you— How are you?” Harry stumbles over his words. But who wouldn’t when you’re in the presence of such an enigma.

Subconsciously, your hands drift onto your lap under the table, picking at the fresh manicure that cost you $80. What a crazy thing insecurity is.

“I’m good…yeah,” she replies, and only then do you notice that your whole table has gone silent. She knows how to command a room. “And you?”

“I’m…uh—good, yeah.” You can feel Harry shift in his seat beside you. Did he just scoot away?

“You look great, Harry,” Lacy continues on while you wonder where the hell your waitress is when you need her. “You all do, really.”

Being as you are a courteous person, only slightly petty, you finally allow your attention to raise to her. A mumble of ‘thank you’s’ rolls out from your group, but yours is the quietest. The smallest. Because that’s how you feel.

“So, uh… What’s up?” Harry finally asks the burning question on everyone’s tongue.

“Oh, uh,” she laughs lightly, “just wanted to come and say hi.” You could cut the awkward tension with a dull butter knife. “And, uhm… Just that I’m happy everything worked out for you, Harry.”

Her cryptic words leave you more confused than when she showed up at the table. And that’s saying a lot. Your eyes dance around the table, trying to gauge if anyone else is just as confused as you are. But your investigation comes up inconclusive. In fact, instead of being stumped like you, they all look…nervous?

“Oh, yeah… Thanks,” Harry replies quickly, like the anxious energy around him is making him antsy.

“Okay,” she sighs, “you guys have a great night!” And just like that, she’s rushing back to whatever lab they created her in.

The table tries its hardest to get back to the groove they were in before her interruption, but it’s stiff. Forced. There’s something there. Something you can’t put your finger on. Was it something you missed that day you faked being sick to skip a Math test? Peering beside you, the real show that something has shifted is Harry doing up his own boutonnière. No longer needing your help like he previously begged for.

“What the hell was that about?” you find yourself blurting, hoping at least one person will give you answers.

All the conversations stop once again, eyes hesitantly drifting to your face. Only a few of them have a good poker face. Or maybe they're all in the dark too? The one expression that piques your interest is Leah’s. Thinking you don’t notice her, her eyes flick from your face to Harry’s, and then back to you. As if that didn’t happen, she just shrugs.

“I don’t know?” she mutters, totally unconvincing.

Are you seriously going to have to hold all of your friends hostage until one of them spills? You’re willing to do it. Prom isn’t even a priority for you anymore.

“Sorry about the wait, guys! Have you all decided on what you’re getting?” Okay, the secret is your second priority. You’re starving.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Prom. The night every young girl is introduced to through any kind of media. The night they dream about for ages. How they’ll do their hair, what color dress they’ll wear, who their date will be. Watching the You Belong With Me music video over and over and self inserting. An unbridled fantasy that even if you say you don’t care about, you secretly really do.

Prom. The night you went into with low expectations and even lower standards. How amazing would a dance in your school’s gymnasium really be? Not good. That’s the answer. You tried not to get too excited, because you knew you’d be let down, but that little girl still lives inside of you. She was still praying for a novel worthy night. Most let down by not getting to have your own You Belong With Me moment. Especially not the popular, hottest guy in school, love interest. Because, no, the whole room didn’t still when you walked in. No one even noticed the door opened. You walked in completely under the radar.

You’ve accepted your fate of being a wallflower at dances. The only difference this time is the fact that usually your friends would take shifts “babysitting” you. Four on the dance floor and two looking after little ol’ you. This time, they’re all out there, getting their grind on. But you’re not completely alone. Harry’s here too. Sat in silence at a lone table at the edge of the room.

He’s been pretty silent since you left the restaurant. Well, really since Lacy showed up at your table. You never got your answers as to what she was talking about. But… You think you have an inkling. Given Harry’s sour mood, you’re pretty sure it has something to do with not being here with her. Kind of sucks given your matching corsage and boutonnière, but it’s fine. She doesn’t even have a date, so maybe he has an in.

“I’m gonna grab some punch, do you want any?” Harry stands from the table, an abrupt motion.

Your eyes flick over to the nearly full cup of punch he grabbed not thirty minutes ago. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“Cool,” he mutters before fleeing the scene. Leaving you actually alone at the table.

It feels colder, if that makes sense. Like the loneliness has materialized itself and is finding ways to torture you. It’s very rude.

You sigh loudly, because no one is around to judge. Resting your head on your palm, you stare out into the sea of swaying bodies. You lost your friends there an hour ago. You tried to dance with them, but as soon as the first slow song came on, you took it as your cue to leave. For some reason, Harry followed. He could have his pick of fellow lonely girls looking for a knight to save them, but no. Pretty stupid move on his part.

As your eyes continue their journey around the room, you spot Harry at the punch table. Your heart does a weird little thing in your chest, probably something you should get checked out. You know it’s not because of him in general…maybe. And it’s not because of his disinterest and constant flees to get more drinks. But, you’re pretty sure, it’s because of who he’s standing with instead.

Red dress, tan skin, golden aura. Lovely.

It would make sense for her to stake her claim on a wallflower and invite him to dance. She is that considerate after all. He’s probably informing her that your guys’ little matching flowers are just a joke between you two. A friendship thing, if you will. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if he just ripped it off and dropped it into the punch bowl.

For some reason, that thought alone brings your anger to a boil. You watch as he waves bye to Lacy and starts to make his way back to the losers table. Probably to let you know that he just won the lottery. To break the news that unfortunately he has a very pressing issue to attend to. To inform you that, yes, you will be spending the rest of tonight alone while he dances with the one that got away.

You try to hide your burning gaze as he approaches, darting your eyes to the other side of the room. And that’s when you spot him.

Jackson, walking back from the dance floor—moderately sweaty—and taking a seat at a table a few feet away. You’ve heard the rumors that he’s here alone. Just his baseball friends. Perhaps this is your You Belong With Me moment?

Immediately, you rise to your feet. But, to your demise, that’s the exact moment Harry arrives back at your table. You have to act fast. You need to rip the bandage off before he can. What’s that thing people say? Hurt them before they can hurt you? Leave before they leave you? Yeah, that one. You can tell from the look on his face that he’s about to come and break, what he thinks is, heartbreaking news. But you’ll beat him to it. A taste of his own medicine, if you will.

It will royally suck if Jackson turns you down.

“Hey,” Harry mutters as he reaches you, placing his drink on the table. He eyes you skeptically, questioning why you’re standing.

“I’m gonna go ask Jackson if he wants to dance,” you blurt, not being able to even look at Harry as you say it.

Only when the silence grows between you do you peer over at him. Having stopped midway through lowering himself down into the folding chair, his face is pinched. Why he was even planning on sitting when he’s got a hot date to attend to, you’re unsure. Perhaps he thought if he broke the news in a more formal setting, it wouldn’t hurt as bad.

“Really?” he finally speaks, a tone full of distaste. As if he has the right.

“Yes, really. I’m bored and I’d like to at least dance with someone at my one and only Prom.” You hold your ground, not letting his negativity sway you.

“And of all people, you chose Jackson?” You nod assuredly, watching him scoff and shake his head. “You’d choose that asshole before—“ he stops himself, forgetting his plans to sit. “Y’know what? Forget it.” He shrugs, a downturned smile on his face. “I’m out of here.”

“What?” Your entire facade drops as his shoulder knocks yours in his exit. “Harry!”

He doesn’t turn back at your plea, continuing his fast pace toward the exit. You’re not exactly sure what to do. Obviously, you want answers out of him, but he doesn’t really seem in the mood to talk to you. Plus, what happened with that supposed dance with Lacy? Did you just read that conversation wrong? Jesus, what has this night turned into.

You find yourself rushing forward, toward where he fled. He’s got a good advantage on you, longer legs and no heels. Who knows if you’ll ever catch up to him? But you push yourself to your limit and hurry your steps, your heels clacking against the waxed floors. You reach the doors and burst through them, but the hall is practically empty. Just a few stragglers who hate loud music, and the stoners, who you could smell from a mile away. The main exit is down the hall, you have to keep going.

Racing down the hall, you get a couple stares from the kids in the hall. Looking like a madwoman chasing after a boy who probably wants nothing to do with you right now. Is this a mistake? Probably. You continue anyway.

If he’s already across the parking lot, you know you’d have to give up before your heart did. You’d give him a call later. But you’re dying to know now.

The doors scream as you push them open, alerting anyone within a one-hundred-foot radius of your presence. And while there’s not a lot of people to alert, there is one.

Harry.

Pacing in circles near the entrance, his head hung and his fingers toying with his bottom lip. He looks stressed. And mad. Not a good mix. You’ve never dealt with him when he’s like this. You’ve never been the reason he’s like this. It makes you want to turn around and let him cool off, let him come and find you when he’s ready to talk, but you lose that chance. As his eyes raise to you, you swear you can feel all the blood in your body freeze.

“Back so soon?” he snaps, a face full of anger. “Lover boy didn’t want to dance?”

“I didn’t ask him.” You shrug defeatedly, wishing he would tell you what’s wrong instead of deflecting. “You’re not dancing with Lacy?”

“Why the fu— Why would I be dancing with her?” he scoffs, morphing his face into a painful contortion.

“I don’t know? I saw you two talking and thought maybe she asked you.”

“Even if she asked, which she didn’t, I wouldn’t.” He won’t stop pacing, as if his mind is working a mile a minute.

“What even happened between you two? You never told me but it seems like everybody else knows!” You force out a fake bark of laughter.

That’s when his steps halt, scarily so. Right in front of you, just a few feet away, as his eyes bore into your soul. “Are you blind, Y/N? I know you’re a smart girl, but are you seriously this naive?”

“Stop dancing around the question, Harry!” you groan, this situation feeling oddly familiar. “Just this once, tell it to me straight! I don’t know why I’m the only one who’s been left in the dark?! Did she say something about me? Do you think I’ll be hurt because I’m some fragile little—“

“We broke up because of you!” he cuts you off, yelling so loud you’re certain the record scratched inside.

“B-because of me?” Your eyebrows pinch together. “What the hell did I do?!”

“Nothing! You did nothing!” He throws his arms out by his sides, a sign of distress. “Do I have to fucking spell it out for you?”

You’re not sure if it’s because of the stress of the situation, the whole being yelled at thing, or the realization slowly setting in, but your eyes glass over. Blurring your vision of Harry in front of you.

“Apparently I’m so naive, so maybe you should,” you quote his hurtful words, holding your head high despite it.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!” His finger is pointed right at your face, an outburst.

“Tell me, Harry! What part did I play in you and Lacy breaking up?” You hope he can’t hear the way your voice is wavering.

“Because you’re you!” he yells, forcing the birds to migrate westward early. “You’re you and she’s… She’s not you.”

You hadn’t even realized that you weren’t breathing until you took a sharp intake of breath at his confession. His…raw and surprising confession. Although, perhaps it’s just surprising to you.

“Harry—“ you whisper, hardly even audible over the music rattling inside.

“No! No! I’ve held my tongue and been patient for long enough and I’m so over it!” he groans in frustration. Through your blurry vision, you watch him run through every nervous tic he has as if he’s preparing for battle. “I really thought you would’ve picked up on it by now… I thought— I thought you knew?”

Like a puzzle being pieced together inside of your brain, it all starts to connect. And yet, you still find yourself muttering, “How could I have known?”

“Was I not obvious enough? Fuck— I mean, everyone knew! Even Lacy!” he won’t lower his voice, but you won’t make him. It seems like he needs to release his anger.

“Exactly, Harry… You were with her—“

“For hardly three weeks!” he cuts you off, nearly a shriek. “And in only two, she picked up on it!”

“But how was I supposed to know when you were going around dating other people?” your defense is weak, but at least you’ve found your voice again.

“Going around—“ he scoffs. “It was one girl! One girl who I only dated to try and take my mind off of you!”

“Well, that’s kind of shitty of you and rude to Lacy—“

“Since the first day of school it’s like you’ve been this pesky, little parasite in my brain that I couldn’t get rid of!” Don’t really like being compared to a parasite, but you’ll hear him out. “I thought that I was just making something out of nothing, so I pursued Lacy!”

“And?”

“And obviously it didn’t fucking work! You— You were still there. I felt shitty for dragging Lacy into it, but she understood.”

“Is she just a perfect fucking human being or soemthing?” Somehow, you find humor at a time like this. Luckily, he lets out a breathy laugh. “So… What she said at dinner tonight…”

He sighs loudly, shaking his head. “She assumed because of the stupid corsage that we were going to Prom together. And that we were, like… together and shit.”

“Is that what you wanted? To go to Prom together, I mean.”

“Clearly, that is what I wanted, Y/N!” And he’s back to yelling, okay.

“Why didn’t you just ask me then?”

“I did! On multiple fucking occasions at that!” He’s pacing again, though this time his movements are more frustrated. “But how could I get through to you when it was all “I hope Jackson asks me to Prom” this, and “I’m fine with going alone to Prom” that?!”

“Maybe you weren’t clear enough…” Your words are dangerous, but you’ll take the risk.

“Did you want me to get on a table and flash mob you into going with me? Is that what you needed?” When you shake your head no, he continues, “Exactly.” He sighs. “You were so caught up in your own world, you couldn’t even see what was right in front of you.”

This is definitely an inappropriate time to be thinking about this, but Harry is totally having his You Belong With Me moment. Down to the cheer captain. Wait. Does that make you the swoony love interest? Are you jealous that he’s living out this fantasy instead of you? Okay, no. Focus. What did he say again?

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Harry,” you sigh, defeated and still a bit confused.

“I just want you to be honest with me.” He finally seems like he’s calming down. “Tell me if it was all one-sided. Tell me if I’ve made a complete ass of myself tonight.”

Oh, God. You don’t know what to say. Obviously, you like Harry. But do you like Harry? Sure, you find him hot. Anyone with working eyes could tell you that. And he’s funny. Not in a cracking jokes kind of way, but one that always knows how to make you laugh. He’s also very kind, even if he puts up an opposing front. He’s thoughtful, giving, and selfless. And though it used to pain you to admit, he’s one of your closest friends these days. But could he be something more? Okay, fine. You’ve thought about kissing him more than any other guy friend you’ve had. And that romantic dream you had about him didn’t just happen once. But has it become something you’re yearning for? Something you want for real?

You think…you do. The more you think about it the stupider you feel about your own feelings. As if a code has been cracked and the truth is sitting right in front of you. Except, it’s been there all along. You were just too blind to see. You had just brushed it off, or repressed it. In fear, you guess. Of what? You don’t know. But you can’t lie and say that his confession doesn’t feel like weight hasn’t been lifted off your chest. Like a secret you didn’t even know you were hiding was just spewed and yet…everything worked out.

Shit. You like Harry. You like, like Harry. What is wrong with you? You like Harry, and Harry likes you back!

“It…wasn’t one-sided,” your confession comes out just above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear.

His pacing stops again, it sort of scares you. You both know that you know now. Where do you both go from here? His eyes are lit up like the fourth of July. Full of relief and hope. It’s quite a beautiful sight. He’s quite a beautiful sight. And you really, really like Harry.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“N-no,” you stumble on your words despite the truth behind them.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He looks genuinely pained as he recites your words from earlier.

“I…don’t know,” you sigh. “I think I was just afraid of ruining our friendship.”

“Fuck our friendship,” he spits out quickly. “I don’t want to be just your friend. I never wanted to be just your friend.”

“I don’t want to be just your friend, either,” you parrot him, your voice small and frail, nervous for what’s to come.

“Please, Y/N… Let me ruin our friendship.”

“Okay?” You laugh lightly at his pleading tone. “I don’t really know how you’re—“

And just like that, his lips are on yours. A simple embrace. Just two lips pressed together. Both of you suck in a sharp intake of air through your noses from the surprise. You say it’s simple, but it’s anything but. Your school doesn’t have the budget for fireworks, but you’re certain they’ve just set some off. It genuinely feels…electric. Which is horrendously cliche, but true. As if your body has been set on fire. And that only grows when one of his hands grabs your face to pull you closer, all while the other is snaking around your waist. Your hands instinctively land on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palms. It’s innocent and delicate, but—God—does it feel intense. Like you’re breaking some sort of rule. Every light touch is addicting, and this is nothing. In fact, you find yourself almost screaming in protest when he pulls away.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your face. “What did we just do?”

“We? Don’t blame me! That was all you! You’re the one that wanted to ruin our friendship in the first place!” you tease, watching as his classic, lopsided, dimpled grin pops out.

Fuck. You really like, like Harry.

“You wanted to ruin our friendship just as much as I did. Don’t lie,” he jokes, making you smile until your cheeks ache.

“Okay, I guess I sort of did.” You roll your eyes playfully, earning a small pinch on the back from it. Hell, you might never stop rolling your eyes if that’s the punishment.

“So… Do you just want to head out of here, or…?”

“Excuse you, but I think there’s something you’ve been wanting to ask me.” You push back from his chest, forcing eye contact. Though his told hold on you never falters. Who knows if he’ll ever let go.

“Right,” he sighs, smiling. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of going to Prom with me?”

“Meh, could be better.” You shrug and watch his jaw drop. “Maybe I should grab my phone so Justin Timberlake could set the mood?”

“Absolutely not,” he laughs, surprising you when he leans in to peck your lips once. It’s very domestic. Something you’ll have to get used to. Kissing Harry in general will be a learning curve. But you don’t think it’ll be too hard.

“Yes, Harry Styles, I would love to go to Prom with you.”

He sighs happily, as if your words were the cure to everything. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth.”

“Well, maybe if you just asked me like a regular person—“ You teasing words are cut off by his lips attaching to yours. Now you’re certain you’ve been transported into a rom-com. Getting cut off by a kiss? Someone write this down! You’re the one to pull back this time, having one more request. “I believe you owe me a dance.”

“Lead the way.”

Prom is something you’ve dreamed about your entire life. You knew how you’d style your hair, what color your dress would be, and who your perfect date would be. Prom isn’t anything like you planned, and yet, somehow it’s exceeded your expectations.

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jukeboxsweethearttt · 3 days ago

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Introducing Strawberry!Reader

Strawberry Sugar, Bite Like a Snake

Paired with JJ Maybank

no content warning but this au and reader is dedicated to my fav girl ever @starfxkrinc <3

Requests for the au OPEN/closed

Divider Credits @starfxkrinc OFC<3333

She smells like strawberries, bubblegum, and warm vanilla at all times. Hair products, lotion, lip gloss, laundry detergent everything is pink and red coded and juicy sweet.

The scent clings to JJ like a curse. People sniff the air when he walks by like, why does this dirt gremlin smell like a Bath & Body Works display? And it’s because she makes him take full baths before he even breathes near her bed.

She’s got shiny braces and matching shiny lip gloss. JJ loves kissing her even if it hurts he likes the way her metal scrapes against his bottom lip, and he always sticks his tongue in her mouth to feel around like he’s mapping it. She hates it. “Get your dumbass tongue outta my mouth before I bite it off.” He giggles. She bites it anyway.

She’s evil. Not like to everyone just to JJ. She’s two years older, been bad since middle school, and thinks he’s so stupid but unfortunately her stupid. She’ll yell at him for texting her “wyd” with one heart instead of three. She’ll hang up just to call back and cuss him out for having his location on when he’s doing something dumb.

Everyone’s confused by them. She’s always immaculate, in a tiny skirt, with French tips and a perfect hairstyle . He’s sweaty, probably got dirt under his nails, half limping from a fall he laughed through. She’s dragging him by the ear through the store, yelling about him touching stuff with his “little crusty boat hands.”

But he just smiles. Because he loves when she yells.

She’s mean, loud, tiny, and always talking shit until she’s flat on her back.

She walks around with her shiny braces, strawberry lip gloss, and a walk that says I don’t do anything unless I feel like it.

JJ’s the only one who gets to see her folded, whining, pink nails scratching at his shoulders like “shut up. go slow. I hate you.”

She’s all bark until her legs are up.

JJ knows it. And he loves making her prove it.

She’s yelling? He’s smiling.

She’s threatening to block him over a heart emoji again? He’s already halfway to her house.

She’ll be like “you’re so dumb, you make me sick” while he’s kissing her stomach like “mhm. I know, baby. Now lift your hips.”

She makes him run errands in the heat, clean her car, hold her bag while she shops, and yells when he breathes near her sheets dirty.

JJ eats her out with her robe still on just because she won't take it off herself.

She'll make him stop mid argument and go down on her just to prove he's still hers.

JJ hums into her pussy when she won't stop talking shit.

She likes when he's sweaty. She pretends she doesn't, but she's bent over 5 minutes later snatching his hat off.

She has a playlist called "JJ You Can Fuck Now." It's mostly sexed-up R&B and songs that say "daddy" too much.

JJ always finishes inside. She never says no.

She just lies there like "clean it up. I'm tired."

She'll ride his face but still yell at him for not folding her laundry.

But all she has to do is look at him with that little pout and he’s pulling her panties to the side.

She doesn’t let him on the bed if he’s dirty but the second he gets out the tub smelling like her, she’s already on her back in that pink silk robe, acting like she wasn’t just cussing him out.

JJ: “Still mad at me?”

Her: “Shut up and fuck me.”

He eats her out on her vanity stool while she’s still doing mascara.

She yells at him to stop but she never means it. She just likes being difficult.

“JJ! I said I’m not done! God, you’re so fuck. Fuck. Right there.”

She never rides. Doesn’t even pretend she’s going to. She’ll pull her panties off with two fingers and lay down like “go ahead, do what you do.”

JJ always does.

He’s grabbing ankles, pushing her knees to her chest, biting her inner thighs while she gasps and whines about him being “too rough” right before asking for more.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Yeah? What’s that pussy doing crying on my dick then, sweetheart?”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you fuck me after that dumbass text.”

“One heart emoji? What am I? Some random hoe?”

“Put my fucking leg down, you just worked on a boat. Your hands stink.”

And JJ? He just licks her teeth when she tries to sass him during a kiss. Runs his tongue across her braces just to be annoying.

She HATES it. But she also moans every single time.

JJ likes her loud.

He likes her yelling until he’s got a hand over her mouth while her eyes roll back.

He doesn’t stop until she’s limp, fucked dumb, and clinging to him whispering “don’t pull out. keep going. I’m sorry.”

He bites her ears when she’s being dramatic. Slaps her ass when she fake cries.

“You wanna talk shit? You wanna be a bitch to me all day? Then take this shit, baby. You wanted it.”

She wanted it.

She HATES John B.

Not actually. But playfully. Loudly. Jealously.

"Why he always got his mouth open when you take your shirt off?"

"Why he always walkin' in when you bent over in the fridge?"

"No 'cause he definitely looked at your dick print last week. Don't lie."

JJ's like "baby you're crazy" while she's giving

John B the death glare over dinner.

They bicker like siblings. But her beef is serious.

Her: "You want him. Just say it."

John B: "I don't want JJ!"

Her: "Why you say it like that?! Why you yellin'? Feel attacked? Guilty conscience, huh?"

She says John B flirts with JJ every time he rolls a blunt for him or compliments his tan.

"Just say you wanna sit on it, John Booker Routledge. Damn."

John B once asked if JJ was okay.

Because they heard her over speaker screaming

“I TOLD YOU TO BE HERE BY 5:00! IT’S 5:03 AND I’M HORNY. GET IN THE FUCKING TUB.”

And JJ just went

“Yeah okay, I’m sorry. You right. I’m gettin in now, don’t yell.”

And they’re together like nothing happened two hours later.

She’s sitting in his lap with a lollipop and a fresh hickey.

He’s got claw marks down his back and a goofy smile.

She’s a brat about giving head. JJ always has to make her.

He likes teasing her when she’s sleepy: pulls her panties to the side in the morning and hums while she whines into the pillow.

Sometimes she says “no” just to make him beg, and when he calls her his “good girl” she folds immediately.

She moans extra loud when she knows John B’s in the next room. “Let him hear it, baby. Show them who runs you.”

He uses her shampoo on his balls on purpose. Just to hear her yell.

“Get your sweet-smelling dick outta my face no I’m mad okay fine but don’t cum on my lashes this time.”

#Spotify #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank imagine #jukeboxsweethearttt #Strawberry!reader

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timothyslucy · 1 year ago

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JUST LOOK HOW WORRIED MY BABYGIRL IS WTH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#*carly catalogs #the rookie #the rookie s6 #lucy chen #chenford #i can physically feel my heart being squeezed together in my chest GOD!!!!!!!!#WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO HER???????????#IS IT 'PICK ON LUCY' SEASON????????????????????????????#BECAUSE MY GIRL CAN'T CATCH THE SLIGHTEST OF BREAKS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST #the whole first part of s6 she was railroaded by the department....#and now she's going through this emotional hell of tim breaking up with her......#even though she was still sticking by his side and never was going to leave.....#and she's still sticking by his side even now.....#OH MY GOD 'ALEXA PLAY I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU COVERED BY TAYLOR SWIFT'

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arminsumi · 6 months ago

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ㅤ★ ONETWOTHREEFOUR — MAX!

... bully!Gojo loves fucking you in the bathroom stall, turning his creampies into whipped cream inside you. But you know what else he loves? Plugging you up with a vibrator and surprising you by turning it on mid-lecture — and passing the control over to his best friend.

ㅤ★ requested by anon / promptlist

ㅤ★ cws; strictly no under 18s, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, secret public sex/nearly caught (poor confused Choso just getting moaned at), multiple orgasms/creampies, remote toy control, Suguru gets passed the remote, dirty talk, some spanking/ass slapping

There's just no way he can reach your little hole without bending his knees — and still you have to be poised on your tippy toes to let him fuck you.

Body shuddering with your hands splayed against the bathroom stall's pretty pink wall, your skirt fisted in his big hands and your thong pushed to the side of your puffy lips, bully!Gojo thrusts into your poor overused pussy 'till she cries, 'till she gushes, 'till he groans and releases another cumload against your cervix, 'till he turns his creampies into whipped cream.

Sure, his cockhead is oversensitive from plunging into your wet walls, and his balls are sore from slapping into your poor puffy clit for creampie after creampie, and yeah, there's cum dripping down the front of his thighs— but he's fucking you to put you in your place. And with how addicted he is to the feeling of being inside you, getting his pretty pink cock hugged tight by your walls, he just can't stop now.

His hips practically move on their own. His cock keeps telling him not to pull out just yet — it's telling him let's let her have it.

In mock affection, he presses his sweaty cheek against your forehead, white wispy bangs sticking to your skin, eyes glued to your jiggling breasts, big hand coming down to rub your clit. "Insensitive, huh?" he asks in a dangerous coo, "I'll show ya how fucking insensitive I can be." and with that, he's frantically massaging circles on your super fucking sensitive clit.

"Ah! Fuck! T-t-toruuu, I'm sorry! I didn't even mean it, I was just a-angryyy!" you sob out, feeling his mean cockhead rubbing sweet spots deep inside you.

His clit rubbing is ruthless, and he's a messy boy you know he doesn't care that his fingers and palm are coated with your slick.

"Nah, you meant it." he grunts back, blue eyes piercing you with a glare, hips pounding into you from the back, muscles twitchy 'n tensing, "Now stay still 'n take it. I told'ya I was gonna fuck that attitude out of ya, didn't I?"

You let out a strangled moan at his words, nearly going limp against the shuddering bathroom stall's wall. Satoru presses your head against it, smushing your cheek, getting rougher by the second.

He's still tightly fisting your skirt in his hand, other hand sometimes tugging harshly on your pathetically tiny thong — the one he told you to wear today, or else he's gonna throw one of his spoiled rich boy tantrums. He can't resist groping at your soft ass and spreading your ruby red smacked cheeks wide.

Satoru momentarily stills inside you, choking you up with how deep he chooses to keep his throbbing cock, and then he repositions himself; sharp polished black shoes clicking as he spreads his long legs further apart.

"New angle, hope ya like it." he jokes, angling his cock so it curves right against the gummy roof of your pussy, right against that spot.

"Oh fuck!" you cry out when he starts pounding up into your hole, nearly lifting you off your feet with the force of each thrust, makin' your sweaty body jiggle erotically.

He watches you widen your eyes when his cock hits a sweet spot just right, the one that makes your eyes twitch in pleasure 'n your knees buckle.

You're gushing around him, totally soaking his length, pussy too full of his gooey creampies 'n now they're leaking out and running down your thighs.

His cock hits that damn sweet spot again, with more precision than before.

"Oh fuck, fuck! Right there! Fuck me right there, 'Toru!" you chokingly moan, feeling a shockwave of pleasure pulse from your pussy to every point in your body.

"Damn, chill." he chuckles.

Chill? Of course he'd say that while he's fucking you like he's trying to get you cockdrunk. He's pounding into your gummy walls 'n rubbing your clit with this hate-fueled determination.

All you did was talk back to him in class. Just a cutesy little snide remark. You thought it would turn him on. Well, it did turn him on — it also turned his gaze cold and wiped the smirk off his face. Two things that sent shivers down your spine.

Oh, I'm fucked.

The way he leaned back and hummed had your pussy twitching, already getting wet at the thought of what he was gonna do to put you back in your place.

Whiiich brings us back to the last bathroom stall of the men's bathroom, the stall in which your bully is fucking up your guts and turning you into his personal cocksleeve.

He's close, you can tell because that's when his steady, deep strokes slow and he takes two inches out so he can rub annoyingly back and forth across his favorite ridge inside your pussy. And his tell-tale signs? Choppy breathing, brows twisted together, tightened grip on your body, 'n he's got this psychotic smile forming on his face which he likes to press against your sweaty forehead to let ya know how much he's enjoying bullying you.

Just feeling all his cum getting fucked out of your quivering hole makes you want to cum again. It's almost scary. What if you fall apart? You might even scream this time. Nah, who cares honestly? You can't control how your walls squeeze his cock now even though he bitterly scolds you for being too tight, too tiny to take him all.

You can hardly hear the nasty vocabulary he's using on you, 'cause you're too fucked-out on his thick cock, not even caring if the squelching sounds and choking moans escape under the door and echo down your college's corridors. Even if anyone barged in, Satoru would probably just do what he did last week — when someone barged into the spare room while he was in heat 'n balls deep in your pussy — tell 'em to fuck off.

"Fuck me." Satoru groans, "That hot little pussy 's gonna make me cum... 'm gonna cum... gonna fill you up... ahah... fuck."

He's just the type to giggle during the buildup to his orgasm. It sounds almost psychotic — yeah, you knew from day one that he's crazy and his cock is crazy.

His cock gets hotter, then it bursts with thick ropes of cum once again. The both of you savor in the feeling. It's in the aftershocks of his orgasm that Satoru wonders if he's actually falling in love with you.

Then he snaps-to.

"Shit, you're a fucking mess." Satoru grins almost sadistically, sweating like crazy under his uniform.

You're just shivering against the wall as he eases his cum-coated cock out your pussy, sliding past your folds. Cheek smushed against the wall, face looking like you just saw heaven for an hour, you're relishing the buzzy afterglow of getting fucked dumb by your bully.

His hard slap on your ass brings you back to reality. You hear the sound of him pulling his pants up his long legs, dragging up his zipper. The click of his button. Then he plants another hard slap on your stinging cheek.

You groan, teasingly wiggling your cum-filled pussy, feeling his big hands groping the plush of your cheek and spreading it to reveal your twitchy holes — and he just keeps grinning, watching his seed ooze out 'n drip down your pretty thighs — those thighs that are the reason he chased you in the first place.

You'd think he's looking at the Mona Lisa with how he marvels at the sight — but nah, it's just his white, gooey creampies smeared across your lips and inner thighs. "Aw, don't let it drip out or 'm gonna need to plug ya up..."

Trembling, you listen to him unzipping his backpack and rifling around. "What d'you mean?" you ask, looking back at him with a dazed afterglow on your face, but when you do he's already sliding something into your pussy.

"Ahhh, fuck!" you squirm, feeling that hot pink toy push inside and stretch open your cum-soaked walls again. "I'm so tired, gimmie a break!"

"Relaaax, it's just to plug ya up..." he grins mischievously.

"Oh... o-okay... if you say so."

Oh, but what a liar he is.

It's ten minutes after you and him cleaned up and scurried off to your class and took your seats.

Shit — late again. You curse Satoru and his dummy big cock as you settle down.

... then you feel something start to buzz inside you.

"Oh!?" you let out a small gasp.

Vibrations against your sweet spots make your eyes flicker. Your filled pussy freaks out, spasming and twitching like crazy around the toy.

You give a glare of disbelief back at Satoru, who sat two rows behind and above you — duh, so he could always get a nice view of your breasts.

He sees you. He smirks. He raises a pink little controller shaped like a flat egg, and tauntingly shakes it in his hand before clicking a button.

One notch up.

"Nn!" you tighten around the toy.

He watches you freak out from afar, his sweaty face contorting into a diabolically naughty smirk.

Two notches up. Three notches. Off. Onetwothreefour — you gulp and smack the desk — earning a look from your seatmate, Choso.

The toy temporarily turns off.

"... sorry, this question is just so frustrating." you apologize, playing off your random desk smack.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I'm failing this class for sure."

"S-same, honestly." you reply shakily, soothingly rubbing up and down your clenched thighs.

You text Satoru with fervency.

You

'just a plug' my ass! wtf is this thing!

Toru

lol 🍑🔜 and chill... it's just a lil something i picked up for ya

You

ur the devil. i hate u.

Toru

ur hurting my feelings 🥺

Onetwothreefour — max!

"Fuck...!" you gasp again, feeling a dizzy rush as the toy buzzes at max deep inside your pussy.

Choso gives you a concerned side-glance.

"Sounds like you're really having a rough day." he jokes.

You look at him. He's sitting pretty close.

"You have no ideaaaaaahhhhhhh~" you moan back, accidentally cumming right there in front of your classmate.

Immediately clapping your hand over your mouth, you blink at him. Oh no... you just orgasmically moaned against poor, confused Choso's face.

His eyes widen. He blinks. " H u h ? "

Satoru sees this and slides down in his seat, holding in his laughter behind a toothy smile, pearly whites all on display. Now his best friend gives him a look.

"Satoru..." Suguru sighs, catching onto what was happening. "Give the girl a break."

"You wanna try?" he offers Suguru the remote control.

Suguru looks at it. He looks at you, then Satoru, then the toy... and takes it into his hand and chuckles with his best friend behind their textbooks, clicking it to a new pattern.

You just twitch your eyes and then shut them in pleasure, cursing the both of them in your mind while you feel your thighs tremble and feel the toy pulsing. Your pussy squeezes the pink silicone.

And you can hear those dastardly best friends giggling behind your back, watching you wiggle in pleasure, trying to contain your moans. Every time you glance back at them, Satoru makes mocking ahegao faces at you. Suguru just smirks and continues to play with the vibrator.

Oh, you were definitely gonna get 'em back for this.

𝐓𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 💗

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