#connor x black!reader

[pinkdoodoofart]

Your Hair (Connor x Black! Reader)

Summary: Connor is still adjusting to being at the DPD and improving his relationships with you and Hank. He starts with you, trying to understand you more and grow closer to you. (Will be a bunch of one-shots in chapters I guess?)

Word Count: 1141

This has not been proofread, wrote this today before work so it will be edited later maybe. A little comfort oneshot for those who struggle with liking their hair, i def struggled ToT

Though he has his own desk now, Connor is still not generally familiar with his environment or his partners at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson, better known as Hank, shows much disdain towards Connor. Making it difficult to work on cases efficiently, much to Connor's dismay.

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However, all is not entirely formidable. His other partner, (Y/N), quiet as you can be, was pleasant and understanding. When you first met, he wasn't ignored, pushed to the side, or spoken to rudely. Instead, you greeted him as if he were another human being. However, meeting at the homicide crime scene of Carlos Ortiz was not what he would consider cordial.

Today was a slow day at the department. Hank hasn't shown up yet, Gavin is loud and obnoxious, and no one will even bat an eye in his direction. Connor sits at his desk, scanning over the same files repeatedly looking for anything to pique his interest.

"Good morning Connor," a sweet and soft voice greets, prompting Connor to raise his head in the direction of his quiet partner. His eyes shoot up to your head before responding. Your hair was gigantic and different from when he last saw her with braids.

"Good morning (Y/N), did you have a safe drive to the station?" He questions as he watches you set up at your desk. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to your hair as he spoke. You look at him with a soft smile as you sit down, "I did, less traffic than normal thank fuck." This makes Connor chuckle a bit, you're quiet, but you have quite a dirty mouth.

"That's good..." he says as he keeps staring intensely. You look up to see him staring intensely at your head, making you look up as if something was above you.

"Is something wrong Connor?" you question while sitting at your desk, facing him. Finally, his attention shifts to your face as he turns his head to the left slightly, "Your hair is drastically different from the last time I saw you. It's... very big". This makes you let out a loud and uncontrolled laugh (which gets the attention of other coworkers, prompting you to quiet down), not telling him about the unintentional innuendo he said.

"I took my braids out and decided to go with the 'fro," You say simply staring at him with a smile trying to calm yourself down. This further confuses him, it shouldn't look like that after taking them out, right? "Do you like it, Connor?" You ask while puffing it out as if putting on a show for him. He continues to stare, perplexed by the volume of your hair having increased considerably. While distracted, he doesn't notice you moving closer in your chair. "You seem lost in thought, you good?" You examine when your first question remained unanswered.

"I'm fine Detective, but I do have a question," he finally responds after some time. You nod and sit patiently, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your hair's volume and mass has increased drastically, how is that possible?" He sounds like a curious child when an adult is working on something unfamiliar to their knowledge.

"My hair is very interesting Connor. When wet, it shrinks and curls up, when blow-dried, it expands. My braids were getting old, so I decided to take them out, wash my hair, and go with the 'fro." You state, touching your hair as you explain. The circle on his temple goes yellow for a moment before transitioning back to blue, "I see, that is very interesting Detective. It's vastly different than my hair." You pause, lips forming a tight line, which does not go unnoticed. "Did I upset you, Detective?" He asks slightly worried and confused, did he say something wrong?

"No, you're fine Connor. Just thinking about how younger me would've loved to have hair like yours," You say, slightly cringing at the thought. Once again, he does his cute little head tilt, "Like mine? My hair is fake as I am a machine." You chuckle a bit before putting a hand on his shoulder, "I mean the texture hun". He's further confused by your answer, why would you want hair like his?

"But why? Your hair is beautiful and unique whereas the texture of my hair is simplistic." You smile at the compliment before you explain yourself, "Growing up, I went to a predominately white school, from kindergarten to high school. Everyone had straight hair, could jump in the pool and their hair wouldn't shrink or be hard to comb through. Even when I straightened my hair, it didn't look like the other girls. Although I was never bullied for my hair, that didn't stop the insecurities." You finish while looking at the ground.

A hand pulls your head up to look at its owner, Your hair is beautiful the way it is (Y/N)," He reaches a hand towards your hair, silently asking for permission to touch it. With an approving nod from your end, he feels through your hair slowly, letting out a noise of satisfaction. "Your hair is soft to the touch, and smells of coconuts. It's like a soft blanket that could keep you warm from any cold. Love your hair as it is (Y/N)". His response brings a blush to your cheeks (not like you can see it), a feeling of delight rushing through your chest.

You close your eyes with a hum as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, "Thanks Connor, This feels really good." You say as you lean more into his hand. He stops his hand for a moment before continuing.

"I am glad you are enjoying the feeling Detective," he states without stopping. Before you can utter another word to Connor, a loud noise erupts from the desk across from his. Connor stops as you both look up to see Hank staring at you both intensely.

"What the fuck are you doing to her Connor?' Hank asks, confused but with a hint of amusement in his tone. Connor removes his hand quickly as you continue to sit, refusing to make eye contact with either individual, "Detective (L/N) and I were having a conversation". Connor states while staring at Hank with a neutral expression. In the corner of your eye, you can see Hank staring at you before he scoffs, "More like digging your mechanical hand in her hair," he stops for a moment, seeming to try not to laugh before continuing, "We got another place to check out, get your stuff and let's go," and with that, Hank is already heading outside to his car. You pack your stuff up and quickly head in Hank's direction, but not before smiling softly at Connor. Smiling in response, Connor felt his day had suddenly gotten better

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[bigbaddie45]

Y’all ever read such a good fic with a nice plot just with so many spelling errors?!? Like TF you mean he was “grinong” in her ear or “taiek” her by the waist??

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

The way batfam will be hurt when reader start collecting and wearing green arrow merch. Let her even be a oliver's new sidekick and made costume and arch . There are so much cool anime character who are archer like ishida(bleach), Kagome(inuyasha),sailor mars or yona(akatsuki no yona). Bats suck😘!!!

"AIM TO SHOOT AIM TO KILL"

(Since it's spring break, I've been trying to do all my tasks in my inbox. Also, I love this idea; the weeb in me is begging for release.)

I like to imagine an archer reader who is like Ishida from Bleach. They're all serious, calm, and collected, but have a weird side to them, like how Uryu has a thing for sewing. So does the reader; it's a silly little pastime that becomes a great skill for hand-eye coordination. Plus, they keep seeing rips and tears in the other arrows' clothes, so they sew them up since they're neat. You like to put your initials on Ollie's hood when you sew it back together for him, or put your Quincy mark on Dinah's leather jacket. You can't help it; the archer reader used to have a bow that was twice the size of their body, so you modified it to become a glove that had a little Quincy star symbol on it. With just a press, a blue light appears, and boom—there's your bow. The reader's archer suit is all white with a long cape that covers most of their body. You're always in areas of high elevation for your shots and mostly shoot objects that can trigger a chain effect, targeting people at meetings. You're attached to Ollie's hip or Dinah's, and Bruce and Dick can't do anything about it because they're not your mentors. During meetings in Young Justice. You'll skip over to Roy and whisper something in his ear, and then all of a sudden, the two of you are leaving. Why? You're sleepy! You make little plushies of the Arrow fam and hang them up in your bedroom where the Batfam merch used to be. Let's just say the Batfam is hurt. Bruce thinks you're coming to him because you need something, but nah, you're going to Ollie so he can pick you up over his shoulder. He's seething while you're calling Connor your big brother. Tim feels a pang in his chest; he's not even in the same room. You're hanging off of Roy like a panda bear while Jason is polishing his weapon; he might just shoot that redhead, but the archer reader has pretty good aim. Your shots almost always come out perfectly. You used to have real arrows, but you swapped them out for another source that allows you to use ultimate arrows. The only drawback is the burn and cut on your fingers. You're running out of bandages and tears because Dinah won't stop scolding you. Your code name is "White Arrow"—basic, I know, but it works. Ollie teases you by calling you "White Rabbit," which you secretly like but will never admit. If you're lucky, Cissie might go on a mission with you if she's not busy with school. Lastly, you have a thing for going to archery competitions but won't do one in Gotham. You can feel the bats staring at you from a mile away and don't invite the arrows there, screaming your name through the stands even if it's supposed to be a quiet event.

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[abriefnirvana]

We need more reader inserts with a chronically ill reader. That’s it. That’s the post.

[melanatedeuph0ria]

welcome to my page !!☆

hiiiii & welcome to my melanatedeuph0ria!! for ab a yr or 2 now, i’ve been mainly reading fics on tumblr on characters like rick grimes, spencer reid, toji, etc. (nonblk characters mostly let’s be fr..) and throughout those yrs, i’ve been noticing a complete lack of..

BLACK POVS.

“well, if the fic just says ‘reader x (character)’, couldn’t you just use your imagination to insert ur race?? 🤔”

while this IS true, i feel like us as black & poc readers should have the opportunity to read some fanfics that makes us feel SPECIAL & RECOGNIZED, in aspects such as our skin, hair, & realness without it being stereotypical or just having us feel defaulted to a white pov. (also without it being just SMUT cmon y’all)

also, we all know rick grimes luvs some MELANINNNN ‼️🗣️

so, with that being said, i am here to bring justice to my fellow blk readers who needed a lil spice in their reading, so the imagination part could be a bit easier 🫶🏽

SOME of the fics i make will be poc x reader, others will be just x reader & up for interpretation !!

NOTE: this is NOT me saying black readers ONLY want black-centered fics, nor is this me placing black readers in a box, NOR is this me putting down “x reader” fics!! this is me saying that, although i do enjoy fics without a specified race most of the time, sometimes i feel like having fics catered to poc are special as well because there aren’t many on this app to call our own!!💗

ty for sticking around until the end, and im hoping to start writing fics soon !! 🌷🌸

[cutecurly-hair]

Hearts Unleashed (Part 7)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming, Eating Disorder,

Words: 4,637

The rain pounded against the window, a steady rhythm that matched my exhaustion. I didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to move. I was running on two hours of sleep, and every muscle in my body felt heavy. My mind kept replaying that night of the kiss.

My first kiss.

The memory felt distant yet vivid, each moment playing over and over like a song I couldn’t stop. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, sinking deeper into the mattress, trying to shut out the thoughts.

Just five more minutes, I thought. Maybe then I’ll feel better. Maybe then, I’ll make sense of it all.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang, cutting through the haze of my exhaustion. I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head, hoping whoever it was would just go away.

Ding dong. Again, more insistent this time.

"Mom!" I yelled, but I was met with silence.

I waited for a second, listening for any sign of movement in the house. Nothing. Of course, no one else was around when I needed them to be. Groaning, I tossed the blanket aside and dragged myself out of bed, my feet barely lifting off the ground as I shuffled toward the door.

The doorbell rang again just as I reached for the handle, the sound sharp and insistent. I flung the door open, ready to snap at whoever it was.

But then I froze.

Standing there, drenched from the rain, was Nick. His hair was plastered to his forehead, droplets sliding down his face. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us said anything. My heart lurched in my chest, the memory of our kiss flashing in my mind.

"Hi," he said, his voice drowning out from the rain

"Nick?" I finally managed, my voice barely a whisper.

"Sorry for not texting you. Uh… I just wanted to talk in person," he said breathlessly, his eyes locked on mine, never once looking away.

A cold breeze swept in, causing me to shiver. Glancing at his drenched appearance, I realized just how soaked he was. "Okay, as long as you get out of the rain you’re going to catch a cold," I said, grabbing onto his sleeve pulling him into the house.

"Yeah, good idea," he said sheepishly.

"Did you run here?" I asked, trying to hold back a smile.

"Is it that obvious?" he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly as he glanced at the rain-soaked floor.

“Very,” I said with a small smile, “and you forgot your coat.”

Looking outside, he shook his head. “Yeah, I didn’t check the weather before I left.”

“That sounds like something you would do,” I replied with a chuckle.

He cleared his throat, his expression growing serious. “Um, about last night. Umm... I just wanted to say,” he started, but then hesitated.

I wasn’t ready for whatever he was about to say. His words felt heavy, and I just wanted to freeze time.

"My mom would actually kill me if she saw these floors," I said quickly, forcing a smile. "Let me grab you some clothes." I rushed up the stairs, him following closely behind me. The sound of his wet shoes squishing on the floor echoed as we reached my room.

I tried to keep my cool, rummaging through my dresser for something he could wear. My heart was racing, and I could feel the tension between us building again, even as I handed him the dry clothes.

He smiled sheepishly before pulling his soaked hoodie over his head. My breath hitched for a second as the fabric lifted, giving me a glimpse of his stomach. I quickly looked away, trying to act casual, but my heart was beating so fast it felt like it might give me away.

"Uh..." he started

Beating him to it, I blurted, "Look, I'm sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn’t have done that, especially when you’re still figuring things out. I shouldn’t have put you in that position." My words came out in a rush, and I looked down, avoiding his eyes.

I paused, my hands fidgeting nervously. "I don’t want you to feel awkward about it. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you. You probably just felt pressured because I asked, and now—"

"Hang on," Nick cut in, his voice firm, but I kept going, unable to stop.

"And now, you probably don’t even want to talk to me again. But I had to at least say sorry. See if there’s still a chance we can be friends?" I felt my chest tighten at the thought. "I don’t want to lose you because of something stupid I did."

"Y/N," Nick started again, his tone soft now, stepping closer. "Look at me."

I met his gaze, and before I could react, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek.

And then, he kissed me.

His kiss was full of tenderness, completely different from the night before. I found myself on my tiptoes to deepen the kiss, wanting to savor every moment just a little longer.

He pulled back slightly, pressing his forehead against my neck. I could feel his breath against my skin, "God, I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice heavy.

Nick broke away, running a hand through his damp hair with a heavy sigh. "I’m so sorry I ran off last night," he said, his voice shaky. "I freaked out. I didn’t know what to do. I was confused, surprised, and… honestly, I’m having proper a full-on gay crisis. Or an identity crisis ugh, I just don’t know."

He sat on the edge of my bed, still trying to gather himself. "And it’s not that I didn’t want to kiss you," he admitted, his eyes searching mine, his vulnerability clear. "I just…" His voice trailed off as he let out another shaky breath, struggling to put his thoughts into words. "I was just so confused."

The silence between us felt heavy, filled with everything we weren’t saying.

"I’ve been so, so confused," he repeated softly, the weight of his words pressing down on both of us. His shoulders slumped as if carrying a burden he wasn’t ready to share. "I just need time to figure this out."

I nodded, my chest tight with understanding. "Take all the time you need, I fully support you." I whispered, squeezing his hand gently. "I’ll be here."

And I meant it. It didn’t matter to me if he liked boys, girls, or both. That didn’t change the way I felt about him. What mattered was that he trusted me enough to share this part of himself, this confusion and vulnerability. I was grateful for that for being someone he could turn to. If it meant just being a friend while he figured things out, I was okay with that too. All I wanted was for him to feel supported and safe, no matter what.

Nick’s eyes brimmed with tears, and before I could react, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his body trembling. He buried his face in my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

~

I handed him the umbrella, watching as he took it from me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t do him much good; he was already soaked to the bone.

As he turned to leave, he paused at the door, looking back at me with a faint, wavering smile. “Bye,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Bye,” I managed to reply, my heart racing as he stepped out into the rain.

I didn’t know what came over me in that moment. Nick had just opened up to me, his vulnerability making me feel closer to him than ever. He had shared his heart, and I realized it was my turn to do the same.

I reached out, grabbing his soaked shoulder, causing him to turn back around. Before I could second-guess my actions, I leaned in, pressing my lips against his.

And he kissed back

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Nick and I decided to keep things private for the time being. He needed time to figure things out, and I respected that. Besides, if my mom found out, it would be a whole different story. She had a strict no-dating-until-18 rule, which let’s be honest was already out the window.

"Why are you smiling?" Charlie asked, peering at me with curiosity.

"I cant be happy Mr. Spring,"

"Happy? Sure," he said, narrowing his eyes. "But you’ve got that 'look' in your eyes,"

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh-huh. Right," he shot back, smirking. "You’re a terrible liar, by the way."

I wanted to tell Charlie, I really did. He was my best friend, and keeping this from him felt wrong. But Nick and I agreed to keep things quiet for now, and I didn’t want to break that promise. Besides, once Charlie knew, it wouldn’t be long before everyone else did, and that was a whole other mess I wasn’t ready to deal with.

"Well, if you’re not gonna spill," Charlie continued, "at least stop grinning like you just won the lottery. It’s suspicious."

I laughed, shaking my head as I headed into maths class. The moment I stepped in, my eyes found Nick’s across the room. As I made my way to my seat, I couldn’t help but smile at him, and he smiled back.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hi," he responded, just as softly.

For a moment, Nick and I couldn’t stop looking at each other. It was as if a silent exchange was happening, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. Then, almost in unison, we quickly looked away, trying to act like nothing was different, even though everything was different.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of the period, I gathered my things and, before leaving the classroom, scribbled a quick note. I folded it and passed it discreetly to Nick.

It read: “Meet me at the film club for lunch?”

Nick’s eyes widened slightly as he read it, a small, shy smile tugging at his lips. He gave me a brief nod, and I couldn't help but beam back at him. Walking out of the classroom heading straight to the film department.

Walking down the hallway, I spotted Mr. Ajayi, and immediately remembered I’d totally forgotten to turn in my art project from last week. Great. Just what I needed another awkward conversation. I sped up, hoping to slip past unnoticed.

“Where are you off to?” Mr. Ajayi called after me. “The lunch area’s the other way.”

I stopped in my tracks, wincing slightly before turning around. His smile was friendly, but there was no getting out of this one. Damn.

"I was actually thinking about eating somewhere else, Mr. Ajayi," I confessed, trying to play it cool.

Mr. Ajayi’s expression softened. "If you're looking for a quiet spot, you're more than welcome to have lunch in my classroom if that makes you feel more comfortable," he offered kindly.

I winced inwardly. He was so nice. Honestly, he was the only teacher who hadn’t given me a hard time about anything yet.

"I was actually heading to the film department," I said quickly, hoping he'd let it slide.

Mr. Ajayi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. He stepped a little closer, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. "You're glowing," he said, amused. "And you smell like perfume... is that makeup I see?"

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I tried to shrug it off, but inside, I was panicking. Why do teachers always notice the weirdest things?

"Your going to see a boy aren't you?"

Grimacing "Is it that obvious" I admit with a defeated sigh.

"It was fairly obvious," Mr Ajayi replies, nodding approvingly. "Your makeup looks great by the way, you've got quite a talent for that."

His compliment catches me off guard, a small smile creeping onto my face. "Thank you, Mr Ajayi," I say, feeling oddly comforted by his acceptance.

"Now, off you go," he says, pointing towards the film department. "Don't keep that boy waiting." he said walking down the hallway.

As I approach the film department, I feel a rush of happiness as our eyes lock, and I can't help but smile like a fool. Nick waves at me, his grin spreading wider. As I walk up to him, I try to act cool, but failing miserably.

"Hey, you look great!" I say, feeling the words rushing to my lips.

Nick’s eyes brighten at my compliment. "You look great too," he replies, flashing me that charming smile that manages to fill butterflies in my stomach. Crossing his arms. "I was getting a little worried," he teases, "thought you might have gotten lost on your way here."

"Oh, so you really thought I couldn't find my way around school, huh?" I teased, rolling my eyes as I pulled the key out from under the mat. "I’ll have you know, my sense of direction is impeccable, thank you very much!"

Nick gave me a weird look. "You don’t have access to the film department, do you?" he asked, suspicious.

I forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "Oh, I do," I said, shaking a set of keys in front of him. "See? I’ve got the keys right here."

He raised an eyebrow. "Those are the teacher’s keys."

I shrugged, feigning innocence. "No idea what you’re talking about," I said with a smirk, turning the key in the lock and pushing the door open.

Nick crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe as I stepped inside. "You realize this is probably breaking some sort of rule, right?"

I turned around, flashing him a grin. "Are you going to report me Mr. Nelson?"

Nick let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head slightly.

"No, obviously I'm not going to report you," he replied, his tone a mix of amusement and mild irritation. "But that doesn't mean you should be breaking into classrooms."

I rolled my eyes at Nick's concern for the rules.

"Oh come on, Nelson, live a little," I said, walking over to the teacher's desk and sitting on it, swinging my legs. "Sometimes breaking the rules can be fun."

Him looking over at all the filming equiment he finally glances at me "Sure your friends don't mind you eating lunch with me?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I sat down on a desk across from him.

"They can cope without me for an hour," I replied. "Besides, I missed you,"

Nick looked away from the film equipment and towards me, his expression softening at my words.

"You missed me?" he repeated, a hint of surprise in his voice.

I smiled, feeling my cheeks heating up a bit at my accidental admission.

"Yeah, I guess I did," I admitted, "but don't go getting a big head about it."

Nick chuckled at my cheeky comment, unable to hide the slight flush on his own cheeks. "Too late," he teased. "My head's already inflated. You missed me, eh?" he said as he grabbed my hand underneath the table.

Surprise flickered across my features as Nick took my hand under the table, warmth spreading through my veins at his touch. I tried to hide my surprise, but I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.

Nick leaned back, a sigh escaping him as he spoke.

"It feels nice to ditch my friends for once," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

I chuckled in response, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah? What do they usually do?" I asked.

"All they want to do at lunch is just sit on the field and chuck stuff at people," Nick replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his description.

"Chuck stuff?" I asked, raising an eyebrow

He nodded, deadpan. "Yep."

"Who?"

“Mainly Harry,” he shrugged, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I shook my head, laughing. “Your friends are idiots. Espeically Harry”

He smirked, his eyes softening as he looked at me. “They’re nothing like you.”

I scoffed. “Well, I see them at practice every morning, and trust me, we’re nothing alike. I promise you that.”

Nick chuckled softly, the sound sending a warm flutter through my chest. "Oh, believe me, I know that," he said, his eyes still locked on mine.

I shifted under the weight of his gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of how close we were. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked away, trying to play it cool.

Nick pulled out his lunch, unpacking a sandwich and a bottle of water. He glanced over at me, noticing that I hadn't pulled out anything to eat.

"Are you not eating?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

I shrugged, not quite meeting his gaze.

"Nah, I'm not really hungry,"

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There were only a few things that really got under my skin, and this was definitely one of them.

"Harry, knock it off!" I snapped, frustration boiling over.

Charlie had been dodging the ball since practice started, and not in a good way. He wasn’t used to tackling; he’d been a reserve since he joined the team. Harry’s constant jabs weren’t making it any easier.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Harry sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

My fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. "For someone who never shuts up, you sure don’t show much on the field."

Harry's face flushed a deep red, fury flashing in his eyes. "What the hell did you just say to me?" His voice rose, and I could feel the tension ripple through the team.

Before I could fire back, Coach Singh’s whistle pierced the air, loud and sharp, cutting through the moment. She stormed over, face set in a scowl. "Y/N! Not another word or you're heading straight to inventory."

"But I—" I started to protest, but one look from Coach shut me up. The last thing I needed was to spend the rest of practice sorting out sweaty gear in a closet.

Behind me, Harry let out a smug laugh, and I had to grip my water bottle so tight I thought it might burst, resisting the urge to turn around and chuck it right at his head.

Coach Singh blew the whistle again, her sharp eyes cutting through the tension. "Alright, everyone take five," she called out, her gaze locking onto Harry with a look that said you’re the one who needs it most. "I think some of us need to cool off," she added, clearly aiming the comment in his direction.

I could feel Harry’s smirk, even without looking, but at least Coach had noticed. Five minutes to calm down wasn’t nearly enough for me.

"You’ll get used to it," Charlie muttered, stepping up beside me. His face was flushed, frustration etched into every line of his expression. "Harry’s been like that ever since he made varsity."

I let out a short, humorless laugh, rolling my shoulders to shake off the tension. "Doesn’t mean we should just let him get away with it."

Charlie glanced at me, his weak smile more tired than anything else, but I could tell he appreciated the backup. Even if it was me on the verge of getting sent to inventory, I wasn’t going to let Harry’s shit slide.

"Did you see Nick’s face when Harry was mouthing off to you?" Charlie asked, his voice low but amused.

I shook my head, looking confused Charlie chuckled "Yeah, he looked like he was about to tackle him himself." rubbing the back of his neck. "I think Nick hates Harry more than we do. And that’s saying something."

I chuckled at Charlie's observation about Nick, feeling a little flustered at the thought of him getting so worked up on my behalf.

"Yeah, I think you're right," I agreed, trying to hide my smile.

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I spotted Elle at the lunch table by the window, waving me over with her usual bright smile. I grinned and walked toward her, but as I got closer, my steps slowed.

"Hey, Y/N! Come sit!" Elle beamed, patting the seat next to her. "I want you to meet Darcy and Tara!"

Tara turned toward me, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Hey, Y/N."

"Uh, hi." I awkwardly sat down, glancing at Tara, then back at Elle. This whole situation was weird. Why the introduction? I don’t exactly know Tara but every since Harry’s party, I think we know each other well enough to skip the formalities. Darcy gave me a polite nod, but Tara’s presence had me feeling...off. Looking at Elle for an explanation but Elle gave me an apologetic smile, clearly sensing my confusion and discomfort.

I shot Tara a side glance, wondering if I was the only one finding this awkward. She didn’t seem fazed, but then she suddenly looked straight at me, almost like she knew what was going on in my head.

Her eyes flickered between Elle and me, and she took a breath. "There’s something I should probably clear up."

I felt the tension rise. Tara continued, leaning forward just a bit. "So...about Nick."

My heart skipped. Nick? What was she going to say? Did something happen between them that night?

"I’ve never liked him." Tara said it so calmly that it almost felt like a confession. But then she smiled a different kind of smile. "I mean, not like that."

I blinked, processing her words. For a second, I thought Elle might look confused, but instead, she just grinned knowingly. "Yeah, I could’ve told you that," Elle said with a laugh, glancing at me. "But I wanted you to hear it from her"

Tara nodded, catching my eye, while Darcy gave her a reassuring squeeze on the hand. "Yeah, I’m a lesbian," Tara added, her voice soft but confident.

The words hung in the air for a moment. I blinked, the awkwardness fading into something else. Relief? Confusion? Maybe both. Tara wasn’t into Nick. She never had been.

"That’s... good to know," I said, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. It suddenly made sense, the way Tara had always seemed just a little distant when Nick came up in conversation.

"That’s... good to know," I said, exhaling softly, as if I’d been holding my breath without realizing it.

Tara chuckled, catching my eye. "Yeah, it probably clears up a lot, huh?"

Before I could respond, Darcy jumped in, smirking. "Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t know already, with all the stares we’ve been getting."

Elle chimed in, glancing around the room like she was trying to convince herself. "It’ll die down soon... won’t it?"

Tara sighed, rubbing her temples. "I really, really hope so."

I felt a pang of guilt, shifting awkwardly in my seat. "You didn’t have to tell me, Tara," I said, meaning it. I didn’t want her to feel like she had to explain anything to me.

Tara’s smile softened as she met my eyes. "I wanted to tell you. It’s really no big deal." Then, her expression shifted, a mischievous glint lighting up her eyes. "But, I have to say, the way Nick was talking about you last night? Pretty telling."

Imogen came up fast, her voice cutting through the chatter. "Tara, I need to talk to you."

Darcy muttered under her breath, "Oh, God."

Tara’s relaxed smile shifted to something a little more guarded. "Hi, Imogen. What’s going on?"

Imogen didn’t waste time. "One minute I hear you and Nick are a thing, and the next I hear you’re kissing some girl at Harry’s party."

Darcy rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly done with the conversation. "Tara literally kissed her girlfriend at a crowded party, and people are still acting like she’s dating a guy." She shot a look at Imogen, adding with a smirk, "And by the way, that was one kiss when she was 13."

Imogen blinked, taken aback. "Wait… so that girl is her girlfriend?" Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Darcy threw her hands up, exasperated. "That girl? I'm literally standing right here."

Imogen, now a bit defensive, backed off slightly. "All right, fine. I was just asking."

I sat there, a little taken aback. This was Imogen the most popular girl in school, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Her perfectly styled blonde waves, icy blue eyes, and polished smile gave her an effortless confidence. She always seemed to know more than she let on, and people hung on to her every word, whether she was gossiping or prying into your weekend plans. Everyone thought she was perfect for Nick.

But now, seeing her up close, I wasn’t impressed. She was a straight-up bitch.

"Well, that’s very rude of you to pry into other people's business," I said bluntly.

Imogen blinked, she was startled by my cold tone, her eyes widening slightly as she took me in. Her glossy smile faltered for a second before she regained her composure. A flicker of irritation flashed across her face, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh, I wasn’t prying," Imogen said, flipping her hair over her shoulder with practiced nonchalance. "Just so you know, me and Nick are together, so I just needed to check. I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any confusion. You know how rumors spread around here."

I felt my stomach drop, a wave of dread washing over me. Together? Imogen and Nick?

Elle’s eyes bulged as she leaned forward. "You and Nick Nelson are together?" she repeated, disbelief clear in her voice. Tara and Darcy exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of confusion and surprise.

Imogen nodded, her smile growing wider. "I mean pretty much." she pulls out her phone "Look, we look cute together,"

She showed us a picture of her and Nick, standing close, laughing. I couldn’t deny it—it was a cute photo. If I didn’t feel like I was going to throw up, I might’ve admitted as much.

I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. How could she be so casual about it? Seeing that picture made my stomach drop.

t sent a sharp pang through my chest. I forced a smile, though I could feel my cheeks heat up.

Elle leaned over, inspecting the photo. "Uh, yeah... cute," she said awkwardly, clearly sensing my discomfort.

Imogen grinned wider, completely oblivious to the way I was barely holding it together. "We just get along so well. Everyone says we're, like, perfect for each other."

My heart clenched at her words, a bitter taste rising in my throat. Perfect for each other?

Imogen turned her gaze to me, her smile dripping with fake innocence. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name?" she asked, batting her eyelashes as if she hadn’t

I felt a surge of nausea. "Y/N," I muttered, barely able to keep my voice steady.

Her smile widened, and I couldn’t stand to look at her anymore. "Right. Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other around, especially with me and Nick, you know…"

The room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating. I couldn’t listen to her go on about Nick like that like she had some sort of claim over him. My stomach twisted painfully, and I could barely breathe. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping the floor.

"I’ve gotta go," I blurted out, not waiting for anyone’s response.

As I rushed out, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the bitter taste in my mouth growing stronger.

I was going to be sick.

Chapter 8 Link Here: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/774441606442106880/i-was-avoiding-nick-like-the-plague-there-was-no?source=share

Authors Note:

Hey everyone! I just wanted to say a huge thank you for all the support on my posts! I have a quick question for you would you prefer longer chapters or ones that are a decent length? Ever since finishing season 3, I've had so many ideas swirling around, and I want to get as much writing done as possible before school gets hectic. Also, feel free to share any feedback or ideas for potential scenes for the characters I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

Odessa Moore and Antoinette Benoit were best friends. Sisters in a way. Two girls with opposite personalities that were both raised together in the Catholic Church foster care system. After coming of age they moved away together, relying on each other to work through the trauma such a time brought them. But life away wasn’t any sweeter. They were struggling to stay afloat in the big city and the days were getting more miserable by the day.

And as if the great force up above answered their prayers, that only one continued to do, a letter was sent their way. A letter addressed to them from the church, asking if they would like to come back and help out the foster home for the summer, the death of Mother Martha taking a toll on the community. Pay and housing included. And after some careful consideration, the girl agreed, leaving behind the small life they created in the span of four years to go back home. A place that brought back terrible memories.

But things have changed in the past four years. There are new children within the home, better establishments within the town, a new church was added onto the old one and new people roamed the area. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

𝐈. 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

I just want to preface by saying that I mean no harm to any religion. I love and adore all religions, they are very important to my development as a person and to me as a person of faith. I just want to use this story as a way to explore religious trauma and controversial topics within some religions, while also adding some romance. I mean no harm whatsoever and if it’s too much of a problem, I have no issue with deleting the story. Trust me, I get it. There are some things I don’t like about people disrespecting religious groups. Thank you! <3

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BLOODLUST pt. 2

BLOODLUST Masterlist

Part One Part Three

"Fine. Fine." Y/N raised her hands in surrender. "But I'm only consenting to reconnaissance. We go in, collect information, and we get out."

KF and Robin exchanged giddy smiles.

Then Robin turned to Y/N, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Ready to be whelmed?"

The fire is still burning bright when the four of them arrive at Cadmus.

The fire brigade was busily attempting to put out what flames still remained, as well as trying to rescue the scientists and workers who were in the building.

"STAY PUT," a firefighter ordered through a megaphone. "WE WILL GET YOU OUT!"

That was the last thing Y/N heard them say before suddenly the ground shook with the weight of a loud explosion from within the laboratory. She saw the impact blow two of the men in lab coats out the window and into the air.

"KF, go!" she shouted, and she didn't need to tell him twice.

In a blink of an eye, Kid Flash raced towards Cadmus and ran up the steep face of the building, catching the poor scientists before they could meet an untimely demise. His momentum led him to speeding up to the roof, where he deposited the scientists before he tripped and fell.

"Shoot!" he managed to yelp, before quickly finding purchase on the windowsill. "Oh, thank god."

"It's what's-his-name!" one of the firefighters exclaimed. "Eh... Flash Boy!"

Robin snorted.

"It's KID FLASH!" KF grumbled. "Why is that so hard?"

"He's soooo smooth, isn't he?" Robin mused as he, Aqualad, and Bloodlust ran up to the building.

"Shut it, Rob," Bloodlust snarked. She grabbed her knife and sliced her palms and the soles of her feet. Then she lunged up at the side of the building. "STICK!" Her hands and feet stuck strongly to the concrete, and she began to climb up like a spider towards KF. "Hold on, buddy."

"Yep!" KF replied. "Kinda all I can do at the moment!"

In a couple seconds, Bloodlust crossed the building and arrived just before KF's grip could falter completely. She grabbed his wrist, and he clung to her arm fast, and she hauled the two of them into Cadmus through the open window.

"Must they always run ahead?" Aqualad muttered as he watched. He sighed. "We need a plan—"

But then he turned, and found Robin, too, had disappeared from his side. Instead, he saw the youngest of them all running up the fire truck ladder before grabbing onto an unused hose and using it like a rope to swing himself into the window as well.

Aqualad sighed. "Of course."

He hurried over to the fire trucks, right beside the firefighters still trying to hose down the fire.

"I need to borrow that!" he quickly warned, before he pulled his two Atlantean weapons from their sheaths and redirected the water from the hose to propel himself into the air, up to the roof, where the two scientists remained. "Step aboard. Now."

The men didn't hesitate. Aqualad landed first, as he set foot on the windowsill his friends had entered through, then lowered the scientists down the ground.

"Finally," Bloodlust called as Aqualad entered the building.

"I appreciate the help," he sarcastically replied.

"Hey, you handled it!" Robin protested, typing away at one of the computers he'd opened. "Besides. We're here to investigate. Poetic justice, remember?"

"Yeah," Y/N noted. "Investigate. KF," she added sternly, leveling the redhead with a look as he made shadow puppets using the light of Robin's screen.

"Sorry, sorry," Kid Flash mused in a very unapologetic tone. He glanced back to see Bloodlust was no longer looking, then resumed his shenanigans with a silent snicker.

"Robin," Bloodlust called, "found anything?"

"No, not much yet," the Boy Wonder replied. "Check some of the physical files and stuff, might be something there."

"Got it." She marched over to another desk and plucked the papers off of it, struggling to read the contents in the minimal light. She found notes on different DNA samples the lab had been given, most likely via ancestry tests and the like. One paper had, in bold red letters at the bottom, PATERNITY TEST NEGATIVE. Y/N set that paper aside and kept looking.

Suddenly, she heard the familiar ding! of an elevator, and frowned. She looked up to see Aqualad had gone off, and KF was following, and so she did the same.

She found the two boys standing at the mouth of a hall leading to an elevator shaft.

"There was something in the..." Aqualad muttered.

KF frowned. "Elevators should be locked down."

"Well, this one isn't," Bloodlust replied, stalking over to it. She heard Robin's footsteps as he followed. "That's suspicious. Rob, is this what I think it is?"

"This is wrong," he agreed, pulling up his holographic screen to search his archives for a confirmation. "Thought so. This is a high-speed express elevator. It doesn't belong in a two-story building!"

"Unless the building isn't just two stories," Bloodlust realized. She touched the doors and frowned. "Aqualad, you said you saw something enter the elevator?"

"Something that also doesn't belong here," he said.

He stepped up to the doors and gestured for Bloodlust to step aside. When she did, he placed his hands on the gap between the doors and pried them open with a shout.

The rest of them clambered beside him and gazed down at the elevator shaft. It stretched downwards for far longer than a supposed small-scale genetics laboratory should require.

"And that's why they need an express elevator," Robin quipped.

He pulled his grappling hook launcher out of his pocket and fired it into the ceiling of the shaft. Then he leapt into the shaft and continued to fall and fall until his line eventually came to an end at just around a floor labeled SB 25.

"I'm at the end of my rope," he muttered, a soft shock in his tone as he swung over to the door of the elevator. He quickly sidestepped until he found a decent spot to sit, then produced his screens again.

Aqualad came down next, followed by Bloodlust and then Kid Flash.

"I knew something was off with this place," Bloodlust hissed, touching the cold metal of the door again. "Not only is this an express elevator; these doors are heavily reinforced. They're probably not indestructible, but most definitely bulletproof. And I can feel it vibrating. Robin, these have tech behind them. Passcodes."

"On it," the Boy Wonder replied. "Bypassing security... there. Go."

Aqualad didn't miss a beat. He tore these doors open too, then the four of them slipped inside quickly. They found themselves, wide-eyed, in another enormous hallway. The lights were a deep red, the walls and ceiling and floor a murky black. Panel upon panel of black metal ran down the hall, giving the room a strange aura about it.

"Welcome to Project Cadmus," Robin announced.

Kid Flash wasted no time in rushing again. Aqualad tried to grab him to stop him, but the boy was far too fast. He sped ahead, only to severely underestimate his speed and fail to smoothly as he neared the end of the hall. He tripped and skidded across the floor, grunting in pain.

And then there was a thud. A heavy, scarily close weight dropping beside him, and KF opened his eyes as a strange, elephant-sized creature lifted its foot and began to lower it right over him.

Luckily, as per his powers, KF was more than fast enough to get out of the way of the herd of... creatures? As he stepped back and rejoined his friends, who were now in the hall with him, he struggled to understand what he was looking at.

The creatures were enormous. They had gravelly gray skin with strange red markings and pale underbellies and curved tusks emerging from the sides of their fanged mouths. Their eyes were a deep red and their faces seemed curved in permanent snarls. Bloodlust swore one of them met her gaze as it passed. They roared and blew steam from their nostrils, the heat so intense it was nearly disorienting.

"What are those?" Bloodlust asked in a hushed whisper, only for her eyes to then catch a glimpse of yet another anomaly. "Huh?!"

Seated in a sort of crouched position on the top of the monster was a tiny creature with beady red eyes and markings to match the bigger creature over its own cool gray skin. There were hard-looking lumps on their knees and curved appendages coming from the sides of its face. As the monsters passed, the tiny creature's horns began to glow a bright red.

Y/N's heart skipped such a long beat it might as well have stopped. There was this strange sensation in her body as she met the goblin-creature's gaze; a tingling which started at the top of her head and trickled pleasantly down to the tips of her bare toes. She was always aware of the blood in her body thanks to her metahuman powers but suddenly her understanding of it all was... heightened? Was that the right word? She was hyperaware of the beat of her heart, of the rush of her bloodflow, of the—

"BLOOD!"

Y/N jumped. "What?!"

Kid Flash was standing right next to her, his hand on her shoulder, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "You sorta zoned out for a second."

"I..." Y/N took a shaky breath, then frowned. Why was her breathing so heavy now? "Sorry, I just... I don't know." She put her hand to her chest. "My heart feels like it's going supersonic right now. It... it must be the shock, I guess."

Robin didn't look convinced. "Doubtful. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Bloodlust assured him. "I'm okay. Um. What were those?"

Aqualad shook his head. "We do not know. But this is proof that Batman, Black Canary, and you were right. Cadmus is keeping far too many secrets."

"Well?" Robin prompted. "We're here now. Might as well uncover a couple more."

Y/N frowned. "Robin, I said only reconnaissance."

"C'mon!" KF protested. "Blood, we're already here. We can't exactly leave now! You can't say you're not curious."

This is a bad idea, Y/N noted. She glanced at her friends' faces, their looks of hope for her to agree with them (even in Aqualad's gaze, surprisingly). But I am intrigued by all of this. What were those things? Can we find that out? And not be caught by our mentors?

"Fine," she amended, waving KF away from her face. "Fine, fine. But if things go south, I'm calling Arrow."

"What?!" KF demanded.

"Hey, better him than Bats, right?" Y/N reminded him. "And he can help keep Canary from killing me."

"It's a deal," Robin said, cutting off Kid Flash before he could get annoyed. "If stuff hits the fan, you can call GA."

"Good." Y/N nodded. "Now. Where do we start?"

They were shocked upon opening the first vault, which really didn't bode well.

Robin found a bit of difficulty in hacking open the vault, which he was initially frustrated by.

"That's a first," he grumbled. "Hold on."

There was no need to hold on, however, because he managed to crack the code five seconds later. With a satisfying click and hiss, the vault doors slid opened.

"Okay..." Robin muttered, looking into the vault. "I am officially whelmed."

Inside the vault was column after column of cylinder-shaped semi-transparent containment chambers. Within each chamber was yet another unidentifiable organism with similar characteristics to the giants and gremlins from earlier. At the center of the room was an energy of sorts; a buzzing, bright blue ball of something, flashing rapidly as it drew power the containment chambers.

"They're... they're living batteries," Bloodlust realized.

Kid Flash marched up closer to the chambers. "This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world! The real Cadmus isn't on the grid! It generates its own power with these... things." He placed his hands on his hips. "It must be what they're bred for."

Aqualad turned to Bloodlust. "You were right, my friend. They truly live up to the legend of their name."

Bloodlust nodded silently.

"So Cadmus creates new life," Robin noted. He marched up to the blue sphere of power, to the little control panel at the base of the structure, and connected his own monitor to the controls. "Let's find out why."

Y/N saddled up beside Robin and read his screen over his shoulder. Her eyes fell on paragraph after paragraph of scientific terminology and lab reports.

"They call them Genomorphs," Robin narrated. "Whoa! Look at the stats on these things!" He tapped on the image of the giant creatures from earlier, opening up a window with a characteristic breakdown of the organism. "Super strength, telepathy, razor claws—these things are living weapons!"

"They're engineering an army," KF muttered. "But for who?"

"Wait." Robin leaned forward and tapped on one of the files. "There's some other stuff. Project Kr and... ugh." He shook his head. "The file's triple encrypted. I can't—"

"DON'T MOVE!"

The four of them whirled around at the sudden shout, eyes wide and hands clenched into fists. Rushing towards them, a group of growling Genomorphs at his heels and shoulder, was... was that Guardian?!

"Wait!" he shouted, stopping dead in his tracks as he scanned the faces of the teenagers. Recognition flashed in his eyes. "Robin? Aqualad? Kid Flash? Bloodlust?"

"Hey, at least he got your name right," Robin teased KF before he continued trying to hack into the files.

"I know you," Aqualad spoke up. "Guardian. A hero."

"I do my best," Guardian humbly said.

"What are you doing down here?" Bloodlust demanded. "And why've you got those Genomorphs with you?"

"I'm Chief of Security," Guardian explained. "You're all trespassing. But we can call the Justice League, figure this out."

"You think the League is going to approve of you breeding weapons?!" KF fired back.

"Weapons?" Guardian questioned. "What're you... what am I..."

But he was cut off as the Genomorph on his shoulder turned to him, its horns glowing red. Y/N, too, staggered back, suddenly overcome with a strange urge; although, to do what, she was unsure.

Guardian pressed a hand to his head, groaning in discomfort. But then he opened his eyes again, a glimmer of determination in his eyes, and he looked back at the protégés. "Take them down hard! No mercy!"

Bloodlust was the first to act. She slipped her knife from its sheath and slashed at her palms, allowing the stray drops of her blood to fall.

"SMOKE!" she ordered, and her blood erupted into billowing red smoke.

Robin was quick to take advantage and produced his grappling hook launcher again. He fired it up onto the support beams overhead, then leapt up, allowing the wire to carry him to brief safety.

The Genomorphs advanced, slashing through the smoke and snarling; but their vision was obscured. Bloodlust took full control of the smoke and concentrated it around the eyes of the Genomorphs, blinding them but allowing her and her friends full visibility.

One came too close for comfort, and she lunged at the monster, letting the blood on her palms touch its skin.

"BURN!"

Instantly, the Genomorph let out a high-pitched, agonized shriek as its flesh began to burn and boil. It fell to the ground, and Y/N moved on to the next enemy combatant until she heard the electric crackling of Aqualad's weapons and followed the sound. She saw him knock down Guardian, and she ran alongside him and KF to escape the vault.

They booked it as fast as they could, staying out of reach of the Genomorphs by just a hair. Alarms began to blare, sending waves of pain through Bloodlust's head, but she kept sprinting until she found Robin, busily hacking away at the elevator. KF ran ahead, seemingly scolding him, until the elevator door opened and they rushed inside. Bloodlust quickly followed.

"You couldn't wait for us?" she panted, turning to Robin with a glare.

"You made it!" Robin grinned. "No need to complain!"

The growling of the Genomorphs grew closer, and Y/N looked up and yelped, pushing herself against the side of the elevator just in time to allow Aqualad to jump into the shaft. The doors shut behind him, trapping them inside.

"Okay, good," Bloodlust sighed. She stood and dusted herself off, then commanded her hands to heal. "Now, we leave."

But the floor level display continued to increase. They were going deeper into the sublevels.

"We're headed down?" Aqualad demanded.

"Dude!" KF turned to Robin. "Out is up!"

"Excuse me?" Robin frowned. "Project Kr? It's down, on sublevel 52."

"This is out of control," Aqualad protested. "Perhaps... perhaps we should contact the League."

"On it," Bloodlust began, but before she could reach her communications device, Robin grabbed her wrist. She leveled him with a wide-eyed glare. "Explain yourself or I will cut off your hand, Robin."

"Look, Blood, I think you're going to want to see this stuff," he implored. "Trust me."

"You promised that I could call Arrow!" Y/N reminded him. "Make good on your word!"

But then the elevator dinged open, and soon Y/N was too shocked by what she saw to even remember to call Oliver.

The hall—if it could even be called that—was strange, red, and flesh-like in appearance. Glowing blue pustule-esque structures jutted out from the wall, emanating ominous light.

"What is this place?" Bloodlust whispered.

Robin ran ahead.

"No!" Bloodlust reached for him, but he was already too far. "No, I don't like this at all, guys."

"Well, we are already here," KF tried to convince her, before quickly shutting up because Bloodlust gave him such a cold look he turned away. He elected to run after Robin.

Aqualad sighed heavily. "I will go with them. If you wish to stay back, that is your decision."

Y/N wanted to fall to her knees and kiss his feet in thanks. She hated this feeling of being here. The air was thicker, the walls looked alive, it was unnatural, unreal in all the worst ways.

But then Robin's words came back to her:

Look, Blood, I think you're going to want to see this stuff. Trust me.

"N-no." Bloodlust swallowed her nerves. "I'll come with you."

Aqualad hesitated. Then he offered her a gentle smile, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"That is quite brave of you, my friend," he assured her.

Y/N nodded. "Thanks."

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𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒮/𝒪 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒

Hello, sorry it's been a while since I've last done an Assassin's Creed headcanon. But now i'm back! For the past month and a half I've been writing and finishing more headcanons for you all! I'm excited to share these and have gotten a bit more confidant in writing Edward in a few of them. 😊❤️

˖⋆࿐໋₊ є∂ωαя∂ кєηωαу

↠ Mary Read was always the one who saw potential but struggled to have Edward quiet his ways. But when her assassin ally comes into the fold Edward is beseeched to have her stay. Even when he lost hope after many of his friends' deaths, it was she who stayed, gave him hope and showed him purpose. 

˖⋆࿐໋₊ αℓтαïя ιвη ℓα'αнα∂

↠ Altair met her when he arrived at the bureau in Jerusalem. Talking to Malik about her recent success  on a mission; Malik didn’t appear surprised. He remembered hearing of her countless times in the letters Malik sent him. “Already? I only gave you that assignment a mere hour ago.” This intrigued Altair. “Unfortunately I don’t have anything else available for you, take this time to rest instead.” “Very well,” she said. Before she could walk away, Altair stepped in and asked if she wanted; he'd appreciate the company and help on his own mission. She seemed to light up almost until confusion set into her features. “Are you sure? I may just end up slowing you down, mentor.” “I am sure, Malik spoke many good things about you.” This was the start of a new forming friendship. And unknowingly the more missions and time spent together ended up with the both of you becoming fond of eachother in a romantic perspective. 

˖⋆࿐໋₊ єzισ αυ∂ιтσяє

↠ Lately Federico has been acting strange as of late. And after much prying he discovered Federico was in love but having a difficult time in getting to know her. Asking for Ezio’s help in the matter only complicated things when Ezio began to feel closer, from friendship to in love with this woman. And when others would dare harm her? He would defend her and in return received a kiss. Federico loved her but she ended up falling for him instead. 

˖⋆࿐໋₊ ¢σηησя кєηωαу

↠ Connor was in Boston for some missions and decided to meet up with Faulkner at the Green Dragon Tavern. Upon entering Faulkner ushers him to a table in the corner. “Connor, I’d like you to meet the daughter of an old friend of mine. Her name is Y/N.” A woman with H/C sat at the table with some ale in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled. “Hello, Captain Kenway.” Ever since then she’s joined in on his sea voyages and eventually the rebirth of the colonial brotherhood. This led to more time together and an eventual romantic relationship. 

˖⋆࿐໋₊ αяησ ∂σяιαη

↠ She was a friend of Elise’s when she visited England once. Returning to help her on her journey she eventually met Arno. He was infatuated, finding you more calm and different from Elise’s temper. But it was when Elise died that she blamed Arno for every incident. But as time moved on so did your hearts. It took a while and a lot of pestering to realize both your feelings for eachother.

[korizzybee]

PJO Book Masterlist

Camp Half Blood

- Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Grover Underwood

- Piper McLean

- Leo Valdez

- Nico Di Angelo

- Will Solace

- Connor Stoll

- Clarisse La Rue

- Thalia Grace

Camp Jupiter

- Reyna Ramirez Arellano

- Jason Grace

- Hazel Levesque

- Frank Zhang

Gods

- Apollo

Others

- Calypso

- Lester Papadopoulos

[howtotrainabraincell]

Head cannons bc I can - Assassin’s body parts preferences (and extras...)

AN: I would just like to say that ALL of the Assassin's will protect their love with their lives, not standing for any disrespect or rudeness toward her in any way shape or form. I may not have put it in the description of every Assassin, but it goes without saying. ALSO, plz don't @ me bc this is my first ever spicy post lol

Altair Ibn La’Ahad - loves burying his face in her neck and grabbing her backside cheekily lol, loves bathing with her but won’t deny that’s it’s hard to control himself around her naked body. Comes to her after a mission (if they didn't go on it together that is or if she's not an assassin) to hold her and just melts against her, grateful to have her and be back in her arms alive. Pulls her away ever so often to a corner where he'll kiss her breathless and then just walk off like nothing happened (this man-), loves to chase lol if she runs from him, it sets something deep and primal off in him, and when he eventually catches her? 😳😳😳

Shay Patrick Cormac - definitely breasts lol and has a thing for waists, also loves thighs & has a thing for kissing from the top of her foot to the inside of her thighs, this man can pick up grown soldiers, flip them over his shoulder and then just toss them to the ground like it nothing so he’s strong - tell.me he doesn’t pick up his love and carry her off for some alone time. She won't have to worry about anyone on the Morrigan getting any ideas because Shay has made it VERY clear that she's his and his only. He'll legit fight for her if someone makes her uncomfortable or harasses her and make them regret the day they were born (that is if they can even think afterward bc they'll probably be dead). It - depending on the mood he's in - makes him feel very loved and cared for or very turned on and ready to pin her down, when she kisses the scar over his eye. Don't even get me started on how naughty this fricken man is in Irish Gaelic. (Sir! Control thyself!)

Edward Kenway - an ass man for sure and he loves the thighs too, stands behind her and glares at anyone who checks her out from his spot behind her where he’ll press a possessive kiss to her shoulder while glaring at them. Why do I have feeling that this man has a thing for women who can shoot guns? If she shoots a gun in front of him all pirate-esque he'll literally beg her to step on him haha. Loves him a mouthy feisty woman because not only does it turn.him.on, he gets a kick out of a lovely woman being able to blow someone out of the water with her insults & statements of self-defense. Will also waylay anyone who disrespects her, he'll actually feed them their teeth (don't test him with her)

Jacob Ethan Frye - both the man’s bi lol he can have both if he wants, he for sure does playful butt pats and grabs occasionally but usually when they’re alone (USUALLY & if a Rook bore witness? THEY SAW NOTHING), definitely into holding his love on his lap and whispering dirty things in her ear to fluster her. Will fight to protect her and God help them because they'll have him and the Rooks to deal with (that is if Jacob doesn't crush them and turn them into dust that blows away in the wind lol). Also loves him a feisty and mouthy woman, if she's sarcastic, witty and goofy on top of that? This man is more whipped than whipped cream. Total gentleman even if she can hand his ass to him on a silver platter, he still treats her with utmost respect. Enjoys lying in bed with her and cuddling (give the man all the cuddles STAT) lazily playing with her hair and believe it not - not all kissing with the amorous assassin leads to *wink wink*. He genuinely enjoys laying there with her on a slow day and kissing her sweetly, over and over again. Man is a genuine romantic sweetheart (and nothing will change my mind). It's not an odd occurrence for Evie to wonder where her younger brother is, only to find him conked out on his love's chest just peacefully snoozing away as she holds him reading a book or some files. Totally see him tracing his fingers down her sternum until he reaches her breasts and tracing the insides of them to get her riled up (if he's feeling mean he'll even give a cheeky kiss haha). Also loves to chase her across rooftops and make bets of a spicier nature...

Evie Frye - loves to kiss her loves hands & jaw (particularly that one little spot…) and trace kisses down her sternum, has a habit of cornering her and making out with her lol then she just goes on about her day like nothing happened, plays footsies underneath table surfaces (CHANGE MY MIND). Loves all of her and honestly don't think she would have a preference, Evie's just grateful to have her at all and be with her. Woman was dedicated to being alone as a result of being in the Brotherhood. Think she would get a kick out of witty and playful banter, the more her love speaks the more in love she falls and the more she desires her. She's good with her hands. I said it. Sue me. She.has.good.hands. The woman tis skilled (in more ways than one...) This also pertains to corsets and buttons whether it be doing them or undoing them... Kind think she would like chasing her love through the city too and if it ends up in a garden? The woman internally swoons.

Kassandra of Sparta - breasts she likes pulling her love against her and then looking down to see them pressed against her armor being gorgeous as usual and she loves to grab hips, she will CUT Alcibiades if he looks at her love lol bc she KNOWS what he's thinking about, only lets her hair down around her love and adores laying in between her thighs while her fingers give her a head a very relaxing massage (seriously they can put the woman to sleep lol)

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway - I think we can all agree that this sweet man isn't very sexual BUT once he settles down, he does have an appreciation for his loves figure. Loves to hover over her from behind and kiss the top of her head, and when things get more intimate between them, he loves to give her kisses all over her face. Flowers with him would be a common occurrence, often times she wakes up to beautiful wildflowers on her bedside table or on the pillow beside her. This man is a good provider. And if she takes an interest in hunting with him, more than a few times he'll briefly lose interest in hunting the animal and playfully hunting her instead... Feel like he strokes her legs lovingly and takes his time exploring the sexual feelings he has for her. He would love her breasts because they're beautiful, soft and full of life.

Alexios of Sparta - ass for sure he seems like a butt smacker haha she’ll be minding her own business when he comes out of nowhere and gives her a light loving smack. He comes up behind her and literally sweeps her off her feet - no pleasantries, just "you're mine now" lol

Haytham Kenway - breasts has a thing for tracing the tops of them when she wears dresses to get her riled up all while delivering an “innocent” kiss to her flaming red cheek, will randomly stoop to her level to whisper something 😳 in her ear. Get a vibe that he would spoil her with beautiful jewelry and then woo her until it's the only thing she has on, before taking her to bed... Morning sex seems like the norm for him because he's not always there when she falls asleep arriving home late, but when he sees her in the morning, he more than makes it up to her and greets her in very steamy manner. He reminds her to remain neutral when she stands next to him during a meeting as he sits down with his hand hidden by her dress on her backside gently squeezing and acting completely casual about it the cheeky -

Desmond Miles - breasts & when Shaun stresses him out, he presses his head into them lol it’s stress relieving, comes up behind her and hugs her tightly, definitely into spooning he likes the physical contact, and he melts when she kisses his forehead. Before everything he screwed, but now with the woman he loves? He makes love and thoroughly enjoys every second of it with her. Having her by his side through everything means more to him than he can express.

Arno Victor Dorian - this man feels like a worshipper he would love all of her body and take his time with her, but he does tend to go for breasts more coming out of nowhere and kissing the tops of them reverently throughout the day, definitely takes her hand in his and kisses it with full eye contact to the point where it makes her blush, earning a chuckle from him. Tell me that this man doesn't pull her away to corners throughout the day or on a mission and kiss her before walking away casually like nothing happened lol. Got a feeling he's very into whisking his love away just getting her attention and pulling her away to wherever they can have a few moments alone together. Good kisser. I refuse to believe anything else. He swoops in gives a sweet kiss that leaves her flustered, and he stands there watching her with a smile on his face. For some reason I think he's into the whole secret lover rendezvous thing, aka coming in through his love's window or meeting her secretly (it's exciting and he gets her all alone...)

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze - also feels like a worshipping type of man except everywhere, everything, all the time lol, but he does have a preference for breasts often times hugging his love around the waist and burying his face in them. We've all seen how this man has thing for pinning his lady to the wall...do with it what you will. But he does it to her and OFTEN lol. A little more promiscuous in public - stopping of course if she gets uncomfortable - than others and is not afraid to show how he feels about her. Also, a good kisser. I mean COME ON.

Bayek of Siwa - he loves her breasts because beneath them lies her heart and he cherishes the fact that she has given it to him, loves to star gaze with her - they lay there together peacefully as he tells her about the constellations and their meaning. Loves bathing with her just laying back and relaxing, eyes roving her form as she cleans him and gives him a shave (he refuses to shave unless she does it for him bc he loves her touch and how great her handiwork is). Gives the kinds of kisses that melt her like a stick of butter lol, a kiss from him has a lot of emotion poured into it telling without words how much he loves her.

[ndisalover]

HANSI'S MLIST!!!

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 5)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut, Body Shaming

Words: 5,738

The weekend flew by, and before I knew it, Monday had arrived with its usual speed. I found myself back in the same classroom, at the same place and time, but something felt a little different. Nick and I had been texting non-stop over the weekend. It was just casual conversation, nothing special, but for some reason, it made me inexplicably happy.

I noticed a bunch of curly black hair in front of me. Charlie and I hadn't talked since that day. I sent him a bunch of texts, but he didn't reply. I checked with Ellie and Tao, and they hadn't heard from him either. It wasn't just me he was avoiding; it seemed like he was avoiding everyone.

Interrupting my thoughts, Nick said, "This is Nellie," showing me a picture of his dog, and she was the cutest thing in the world.

"Oh, my god, she's so cute! I've always wanted to have a pet, but ever since our cat died when I was little, we just never got a new one," I said, a tinge of sadness in my voice.

Nick's brows furrowed in concern, a cute little habit that I couldn't help but notice when he was puzzled or concerned about something. "You know, maybe you should come round to my house and meet her. Plus, my mom has been bugging me to invite you over" he suggested. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face, I don't know if it was because of Nick's mom has been asking about me or Nick inviting me to his house.

"Are you free on Saturday?" he asked hopefully, his brown eyes searching mine.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

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"Charlie! Charlie! Wait up!" I yelled across the bustling school hallway, dodging through students those rugby drills are finally proving some use.

Finally catching up to him, I took a moment to catch my breath. "What happened with you? I've been calling and texting you. I was even this close to coming to your house to make sure you were alive," I said, demonstrating the minuscule gap between my thumb and forefinger to prove my point.

Charlie turned to me, his face a mix of surprise and sheepishness. "Sorry, I've been dealing with some stuff, and I needed a bit of space. Didn't mean to worry you."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide my concern behind a facade of annoyance. "A simple 'I need space' text would have sufficed, you know."

He scratched his head, a nervous grin appearing on his face. "Yeah, I know. I'll keep you in the loop next time. Promise."

As we walked, the tension melted away, and our usual banter resumed. Charlie might not be telling me everything, but our friendship stayed solid, thankfully.

"Ugh, I've got a ton to catch you up on," I exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. His laughter filled the air. "Do I detect some juicy gossip?" he teased, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. Even though I haven't talked with him for a couple of days, I still couldn't help but miss him. I had every right to be mad, but I knew deep down Charlie was keeping something from me, but it was within his right to tell me when he is ready.

"Oh, you have no idea," I replied, joining in the laughter.

"You look fine, sweetheart," my mother remarked as she emerged from the archway. She must have noticed my tenth attempt at fixing my hair and the frustrated sigh that accompanied it. Admittedly, I may or may not have put on a little makeup. Sensing my mom's curious gaze, I decided to address it before she could.

"I'm going to a friend's house. I'll be back around 5," I informed her, trying to keep it casual.

"Are you heading over to Charlie's?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Um, no, his name is Nick," hoping my response would slip past without her catching the name. My mother, sensing something, walked over to me and handed me my coat and gloves, well aware of my tendency to get cold easily. I was honestly not made for cold weather.

"Is this a boy from school? You know how I feel about you going to somebody's house," she probed, hinting at her concerns. I knew I had to choose my words carefully to navigate this conversation if I wanted to be allowed to leave the house.

"He's my classmate in English. I want him to look over my paper that's due next week," I lied, maintaining a calm tone and hoping she wouldn't see through the deception.

"You've never needed help with your papers before. You're really good at writing," she remarked, clearly skeptical of my story.

"This paper is 50% of my grade. I have to do well on it," I asserted, emphasizing the importance of the assignment and knowing that grades were a language my mother understood well. Having dealt with her expectations back home, I knew I had to convince her to let me go.

She looked pleasantly surprised. "Yes, you're right. Grades are important. I'm surprised I didn't have to remind you," she smiled, genuinely pleased to see me showing concern for my academic performance. Seizing the moment, I quickly put on my coat and gloves, ready to head out the door.

"Come back in time for dinner!" she yelled as I walked away. I gave a quick nod to show I heard and hurried off before she could ask more questions.

My hands were practically freezing, despite the gloves doing a lousy job of keeping the cold out. I stubbornly kept them on, pulled my coat tighter, and power-walked down the street. The bone-chilling London winter seemed to pierce right through me, making me pick up the pace even more.

I stood there for a moment, torn between knocking and ringing the doorbell. My indecisiveness was playing its usual tricks on me. But before I could finally decide, the door swung open. There was Nick, giving me a gentle smile.

"Hey," he greeted. It was kinda unexpected to see him so chill and casual, a side of him I hadn't really seen beyond the school environment.

"Hey," I smiled back, deciding to ditch my gloves that weren't doing much to fight off the cold anyway.

Nick made a gesture towards a delightful chocolate and white mix Border Collie. "Uh... this is Nellie."

"Hey, Nellie. You're so adorable," Reaching down to pet the dog behind its ears. The warmth of Nellie's fur against my hand brought an unexpected comfort, making the chilly weather outside seem momentarily forgotten.

"Did you do something with your hair?" he asked, his eyes locked onto my puff ponytail that had consumed a good chunk of my morning. Lately, I'd been experimenting with new hairstyles, breaking away from my usual braids.

I immediately reached up to touch my hair, a hint of worry crossing my face. "Wait, is it bad?"

He shook his head without hesitation, offering a reassuring grin. "No, you look… it looks great." His compliment made me feel like the effort I put into styling my hair that morning was totally worth it.

"Okay, you better come in before Nellie thinks we're going for a walk," he said, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.

"Okay"

Walking into his house, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly homey it was. The place just radiated coziness, making it clear that it wasn't just a house; it was a warm and welcoming home. Definitely nothing compared to mine, my house was just cold and empty still filled with boxes. I noticed a few portraits on the wall, nowhere really of his dad. Which I have nothing to brag since my parents have been divorce.

He led me upstairs to his bedroom, which I couldn't help but feel uneasy, like it was way to personal...like I shouldn't be here. But as soon as I saw his room it was very clean...? Definitely not what I was expecting.

Nick saw the look on my face "What? What's wrong?" he asked looking around confused. I couldn't help but chuckle, breaking a smile "It's so clean in here...it's weird," But overall, it suits him with the rugby poster littered all over the walls with a cute little light hanging over his bed. There it was again, that small hint of vanilla, smoke and a mix of musk but the musk was a lot stronger.

Dramatically, he placed his hand over his chest, gasping, "Are you seriously thinking that I am weird because I know how to clean,"

"I just never expected something like this," I said, gesturing to the room. Walking around, I noticed a few books on the shelf. "Especially for a rugby player. I mean, aren't you guys supposed to be dirty, by default?" I picked a book off the shelf, the title reading "Le Petit Prince (French Edition)."

A French Novel?

Sensing my curiosity, Nick blushed, swiftly taking the book from my hand and putting it back on the shelf. "My dad gifted it to me, but I barely read it," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his expression.

Sensenig that his dad was a sour subject I decided to drop it. Still observing his room, noticing the little trinkets of action figure and posters, until my eyes landing on the little snacks on the TV stand plus Mario Kart next to the Nintendo, excitement bubbled up within me as I took in the familiar sight.

"You have Mario Kart!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up at the sight of the game. Memories of playing it flooded back.

Nick's eyes beamed. "You like Mario Kart? Do you know how to play?" he asked, a playful smile on his face.

I nodded. "Me and my Dad used to play all the time when I was little. I still do, just never really picked it back up," I said, shrugging.

"Do you want to play?" he asked, holding the Nintendo playfully.

I smiled. "You don't even have to ask."

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"Come on, Come on I'm in the lead! Can you just let me win" Nick yelled, he was particularly begging at the point.

"It doesn't matter cause you're not going to win," I smirked. He's literally the King of Rugby and practically wins at everything. This is one thing I'm really good at, so I am definitely not going to let him win.

"Can you let me win one time? You've won five or six games."

"I am literary going easy one you,"

"No!" he groaned at the screen when he saw my Princess Peach cross the finish line. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"You need more practice, Nick. Maybe I can give you some tips," I teased, reveling in the playful banter. It was one area where I knew I could outshine the rugby star.

He pouted, "I don't need tips. I just need a fair chance." The adorable pout he sported was enough to make anyone's heart melt.

"I think this is just Karma kicking you in the ass; you can't be good at everything," I said sarcastically, while grabbing a little popcorn.

He nodded in agreement, "No, you're exactly right. You're just good at everything," he admitted.

"No, I'm not," I chuckled. But there was something in the way he looked at me, and it's been happening a lot lately. I can't quite figure out why he has this knack for making me feel this way. It's as if a single glance from him is all it takes to turn me into a bundle of nerves.

"You are. You're a proper little nerd. And you don't even know it."

"I am not!" I protested, playfully nudging him.

"Let's see. You're good at video games. Literally all school subjects, but especially math's. Amazing at photography. Befriending dogs, and you are good a sports manager. Like I have never seen our gear so clean before-"

"Shut up!" I interrupted in a playful groan, feeling warm flush spread across my cheeks. Covering his mouth, while pushing him onto the bed. It seems this was the only way of shutting him up.

"You know it's true," he mumbled from beneath my hand, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Get off me. Seriously, get off," he added with a laugh, the room filled with our shared laughter.

The laughter quickly faded, leaving a lingering warmth between us. I don’t understand this feeling, I have never felt this way before. Our eyes were saying one thing, but our bodies were saying another. In that stillness, I became aware of the soft sound of snow falling outside.

"Oh, my god" I was star-stuck looking out the window.

His eyes followed mine, and as he turned to the window, a quiet gasp escaped his lips.

"It's snowing."

We just look at each other we didn't have to say anything, we jumped up from the bed, rushing down the stairs putting our coats on. The air was charged with anticipation, I was on the brink of witnessing snow for the very first time in my fifteen years. Nick handing me a hoodie in the process.

I shook my head refusing the offer, but he only shoved it back in my face,

"You were freezing when I first saw you this morning," he chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But he wasn't taking no for an answer.

I couldn't help but laugh, realizing he had a point. Gratefully accepting the hoodie, I slipped it on, feeling the warmth envelop me trying to ignore his overwhelming scent.

"It's a bit big," you said, glancing at the blue fabric draping down to my knees.

"It looks good on you," he said breathlessly, he was looking directly at me. Two compliments in one day, that was definitely something.

It was absolutely beautiful outside, the cold didn't bother me as much as before, it may or may not have something to do with the hoodie I was wearing.

Nick wasted no time sticking his tongue out to catch the tiny snowflakes. His cheeks had a rosy flush, and there was something about the way the light hit his hair, making it look a bit browner. He looked marvelous.

Caught staring, I locked eyes with him, and there was a fleeting smile on his face. Before I could fully process it, he playfully threw a whole snowball at me, leaving me in disbelief. I hurriedly made a makeshift snowball. It instantly became a snowball fight.

For a moment, just a moment everything seemed perfect, the way he laughed when Nellie was eating the snow. To when he brushed the snow off my hair. The way he took pictures of me when I made snow angles. When he laid beside me all I did was listen to him talk any and everything.

It was just perfect.

I couldn't shake the knot in my stomach, and suddenly, those stolen glances and shared moments held a new weight. When he looks at me, it's like he's seeing something beyond the surface. There's this intensity in his gaze, and I can't help but admire the way he looks at me. The way his eyes light up when he smiles, the little expressions that make him uniquely him. The realization hit me -

I have a crush on Nick Nelson

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"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Ellie snapped her fingers in front of my face, trying to grab my attention. My eyes, however, were glued to the three little bubbles dancing across my screen, eagerly awaiting Nick's response.

Ellie couldn't resist taking a peek at my screen, and a knowing smirk crept onto her face as she shook her head. "Oh, I see what's got you all distracted now."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening," I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from the screen to meet Ellie's amused gaze.

She chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Nick, huh? The mystery guy who's got you glued to your phone?"

Blushing, I tried to downplay it. "We're just chatting, you know, about random stuff."

"Random stuff, right," Ellie teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "I've seen that look before. You've got the 'crush glow' all over your face."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. "Oh, come on. It's not like that. We're just friends."

Eyebrow raised; Ellie smirked. "Friends who text 24/7, interesting definition of friendship."

I sighed, realizing she saw through my attempt at nonchalance. "Okay, fine. Maybe there's a tiny crush. But seriously, don't make it a big deal."

Glancing out the window, I spotted Nick chatting with a pretty girl that I always seen around school. They were standing so close, and her laughter reached my ears even through the closed window. My heart sank as I watched them share a moment. She was effortlessly charming and ever so pretty, and the way Nick's eyes lit up in response made my stomach churn. It felt like they were in their own bubble, leaving me on the outside looking in.

Ellie looked at me and she frowned and nudged me gently. "Y/N, what's going on? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

I forced a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil inside. "Oh, nothing. Just caught up in my thoughts, you know?"

But Ellie wasn't buying it. She followed my gaze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene outside. "Oh...that's Imogen. That's one of Nick's close friends,"

"Oh, really?" I tried to sound casual, but I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Just a friend, huh?"

Ellie shot me a knowing look, her eyebrows raised. "Y/N, are you getting jealous?"

"What? No!" I protested a bit too quickly, my cheeks heating up. "I mean, why would I be jealous? We're just friends, like I said."

Ellie chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "Sure, just friends. a friend who you have a crush on."

I rolled my eyes, attempting to change the subject. "Let's focus on something else. What were you saying before about our plans for the weekend?"

Ellie raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting me off the hook that easily. "Smooth transition, but we'll get back to this later. Anyway, I was thinking we could do a little movie night at Tao's. We can bring some snacks, binge-watch our favorite films, and just unwind."

"Yeah, that sounds great," I replied, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. "Movies and snacks sound like the perfect distraction."

As we continued discussing our weekend plans, my mind kept drifting back to Nick and Imogen. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them. Were they just friends, or was there a deeper connection? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I found myself absentmindedly scrolling through our previous texts.

The guys were practicing for an upcoming match, and I was just here cleaning the Rugby they have already gotten so dirty after a couple of throws. Occasionally, Nick would glance over in my direction, offering a reassuring smile or a quick wave.

"I can't believe they have cleaning rugby balls. Doing the dirty work while we get all the glory?" Charlie teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. "Someone's got to keep these in top-notch condition. Can't have you all playing with muddy balls, can we?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of action, I noticed I haven't been seeing you lately. Any particular reason?"

I hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal. Finally, I decided to open up to Charlie, knowing he'd always knows what to do. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You know, get some 'guy advice.'"

"I think I am the worse person to give 'guy advice'. especially now" Charlie looked down the ground.

Noticing the sadness in his eyes, I joked around with him "Oh come on, Charlie, don't be so hard on yourself. You're my go-to guy for advice, whether you like it or not."

He managed a small grin, "Alright, shoot. What do you need from my services this time?"

I sighed, glancing back at Nick on the field, his focused demeanor contrasting with the playful banter of the other players. "It's just... things have been different lately. We've been hanging out more, texting, you know, normal friend stuff. But I can't help but feel there's something more."

Charlie looked worried as soon as I brought up Nick's name, "Of course this is about Nick Nelson,"

I nodded, "Yeah, it is. I mean, we're friends, but there are these moments, these looks, and it makes me wonder if there's something more. And then today- I don't know... it just hit me differently."

Charlie glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping before he spoke. "Look, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but there's something I think you should know."

My heart sank a little, and I furrowed my brows in concern. "What is it, Charlie? You're making me nervous."

He took a deep breath before continuing "Okay so Tao told me to tell you that-

"Wait why couldn't Tao just tell me himself?"

Charlie looked a little uneasy "Because Tao is Tao"

Great he still doesn't like me.

I shook my head, urging Charlie to continue. "Tell me what Tao said."

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Tao found out from a friend who is also friends with Nick, and he said that Nick is single. But he is super interested in this girl that was originally from the all-girls school."

I swallowed the lead in my throat "What girl,"

Charlie sighed looking out onto the field "Her name's Tara Jones,"

My heart sank as Charlie dropped the bomb about Nick's interest in Tara Jones. Her name replayed in my mind like an annoying song on repeat. I couldn't shake off the blame creeping in why did I let myself get attached? Was I just too naive, thinking there could be more between us?

Nick's wave from the field added salt to the wound. I managed a feeble smile and a wave back, but inside, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Watching him, I questioned every shared laugh and conversation we had. Were they all just leading up to this moment where he'd be drawn to someone else?

The game raged on in the background, but my world stood still in that painful moment of realization. The cheers from the crowd turned into distant echoes, drowned out by the pounding of my heart, echoing the rhythm of disappointment.

How can I be so stupid.

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She was so beautiful, and I could see why Nick might be into her. Browsing through her social media, her confidence and elegance just stood out. It's something I feel like I lack. Her dark skin had this warm, rich tone that glowed in every photo. The more I looked, the more I found myself comparing. It made me question if I could ever match up to someone like her in Nick's eyes. The more I scrolled, the more I felt like an outsider peeking into a world that seemed so different from mine.

"See, I told you," Tao said, peering over my shoulder. Charlie shot him an annoyed look.

"Tao, come on, give it a rest. This doesn't necessarily mean anything," Charlie snapped.

"Like hell it doesn't," Tao retorted. I deeply sighed; their bickering wasn't making the situation any better. Isaac looked at me with a hint of concern.

"We don't even know if she actually likes Nick back," Isaac chimed in, attempting to offer some comfort.

Charlie scoffed, "I'm the one stuck seeing them in class every day, and trust me, it's nauseating. Believe me, he's into you," he added, shooting me a look.

Tao, fixing his gaze on Isaac, cautioned, "I've warned you about fueling romantic fantasies that just won't happen. Life isn't a romance novel, you know." ignoring Charlie reassurance.

"But I want to believe in romance." Isaac wined still looking hopeful. Our heads turned to the door when Ellie came in, Isaac immediately jumped at the chance "Ellie! So, there's this girl at school who Nick's got a crush on?"

"We've heard from multiple sources" Tao cut in, but Isaac completed ignored him "We don't know if they're a thing. Can you talk to her? Since she is in your year"

Isaac's hopeful gaze shifted to Ellie, who raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. "Whoa, slow down. First, spill the tea. Who's this mystery girl Nick's into?" Ellie said, playing dumb while glancing at me to check if it was Imogen we were talking about. I just quietly shook my head no

Tao chimed in, "Her name's Tara Jones. She was originally from the all-girls school."

Ellie crossed her arms, processing the information definitely wasn't expecting that. "Tara Jones? She's a sweetheart, I don't know Tara that well. I can just go up to her and ask who she fancies. And I'm, too busy being the cool, mysterious new girl, who everyone wants to hang out with."

Isaac quickly jumped back into the conversation, seizing the opportunity. "We just want to know if there's something going on between her and Nick. You know, for Y/N's peace of mind."

"I'm fine. It's honestly fine. I'm just being an idiot and overthinking things," This whole thing has been stressing me out, more than I realize. It's probably best if I cut my losses now before I get more attached.

Ellie gave me a sympathetic glance rolling her eyes while she sighed "Well, I can try to find out, but no promises, only if I get a chance I'll ask her,"

I flashed her a thankful smile, and Isaac promptly leaped into Ellie's arms. Sometimes, I forget how much of a hopeless romantic he is. Charlie joined in, gesturing for me to join them. Gratefully, I embraced the warmth of the hug. I realized I wouldn't know where I'd be without them.

Tao sat there, glaring, watching the scene.

The next school day rolled around, and I made a quick stop at the boys' locker room to check on inventory, making sure to steer clear of any awkward encounters, especially with Nick Nelson. Luckily, I managed to avoid any unexpected run-ins. However, as I strolled to my next class, it hit me that I'd be sharing a class with him soon. The knot in my stomach tightened, and a sense of unease settled in, a reminder of the events from the day before.

Waving at Charlie as I eased into my seat, a jumble of nerves hit me hard. Concentrating seemed like an impossible task, with my thoughts entirely hijacked by the looming encounter with Nick. What in the world was I even going to say to him, if I mustered the courage to say anything at all? The classroom blurred as my mind grappled with racing thoughts.

"Y/N?" he said, staring right at me with worried eyes.

Finally returning back to earth, I mumbled, "What?"

"You just spaced out," he observed.

Not knowing what to say, I managed a simple "Oh," fiddling with my blue pen, which oddly seemed to help with my nerves. Nick, sensing the habit, scooted closer to me. I swear I could feel his body warmth.

"What's up?" he said, looking directly at me. "I can tell when something's on your mind," he added in a hush, leaning even more closely.

Gosh, I hate the way he makes me feel. The way I act around him is ridiculous. I hate that every time he gets close, my heart races, every touch, every feeling. I hate all of it!

Why does he make me feel this way?

"Do you...Do you want to come to my house later?" I blurted out, causing for Charlie to peek over at me with panic eyes screaming What the hell are you doing!

He looked surprised, but all he can do is smile.

Mom is not going to be here until super late, so I can have the house all to myself. I cleaned from top to bottom of house, throwing all the boxes away and tightening up everything was squared away.

Hearing a knock at the door, it was him standing at my door smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey"

Opening the door for him, "Hey,"

"So, how does this work?" he asked hesitantly, glancing around the room as if unsure of what to capture with my old Canon. The way he held the camera was so awkward, it brought a smile to my face.

Figuring it was a fair trade after all the rugby lessons, I decided to teach Nick a thing or two about photography.

"You can take a picture of anything you like, really. It could be something beautiful, something that grabs your attention, or simply anything that intrigues you," I explained, observing him furrow his brows while peering through the viewfinder.

"Anything?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

I nodded, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up my eyes. "Exactly! That's the beauty of it. Photography allows you to freeze a moment in time, to capture something you love, like, or find amusing. It's incredible how a single image can encapsulate so much emotion, tell a story, or even memories."

Nick listened attentively, his curiosity evident. I continued, "You see, every photo has a story behind it. It's a way of preserving feelings, experiences, and moments that might otherwise fade away. You get to share your perspective with others through the lens, allowing them to see the world through your eyes."

As I spoke, I could see Nick growing more intrigued, absorbing the idea of photography beyond just pressing a button. "Give it a try," I encouraged, "Capture something that stands out to you, something you'd want to remember."

Right as I looked back at Nick, I noticed that fuck, he was looking directly at me. His eyes looked into mine and there it was again, that knot in my stomach. I didn't know what to do, I had completely froze. His eyes seemed different though-

Feeling a buzz in my pocket, I checked my phone. It was a message from my mom, letting me know she wouldn't be home until midnight and that there was lasagna in the fridge. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, knowing I wouldn't have to explain having a boy in my room when she returned.

Hearing a click, I turned to Nick, curious about what had caught his attention through the lens of my camera. "What did you take a picture of?" I asked.

"Just something that I thought was beautiful," Nick replied with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on mine. Raising my eyebrows confused but also curious. He didn't say anything at all, other than putting the camera down.

"Want to watch a movie?" he suggested,

"Already one step ahead of you," I grinned, pulling out one of my favorite Marvel movies.

We settled into the living room couch, time passes by, and my eyelids begin to grow heavy. Waking up to see the credits rolling I quickly sat up. I completely sleep through the whole entire movie.

Looking out the window, it was dark outside, looking at Nick he seemed to be tensed.

"I feel asleep, didn't I?" I chuckled.

Nick's lips curved into a gentle smile, "Yeah, you did. Must have been a comfortable couch."

I stretched my arms, attempting to shake off the drowsiness. "Sorry about that. I guess I needed the nap."

Nick shrugged, "No problem. You looked peaceful."

We sat quietly, the feel of the movie night still in the air. Even with the unexpected nap, the evening felt calm.

"I should probably head home," Nick said, glancing at the time. "It's getting late."

As he stood up, I walked him to the door. Opening it without caring about the cold air seeping in, the night possessed a certain calmness, and the air held a subtle tension, like the moment before something shifts.

"Thanks for inviting me over," Nick said, and for a moment, our eyes met in a way that spoke volumes, yet said nothing at all.

"I wish that you didn't have to go," I admitted, feeling the weight of the night settling in.

"I wish I didn't either," Nick confessed, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"You look so cuddly like that," he added, his gaze lingering on my knitted sweater.

My eyes softened, and a playful grin tugged at the corners of my lips. "You think so?"

He nodded, smiling back at me. "Yeah, like a giant teddy bear."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the sweater. "Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

Nick's cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face "It's meant to be one," he replied, and we stood there for a moment, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if I didn't have early morning practice, I might consider staying longer."

I felt a subtle warmth spreading through me. The casual banter, the shared laughter it all felt so easy and right. Yet, there was an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that lingered between us.

"I guess I'll see you around," Nick said, but he didn't make a move to the open door; it looked like he wanted to say something else he just couldn't find the words.

As he stepped closer, the air between us seemed to shift, and before I knew it, he pulled me into a gentle hug.

Vanilla. Smoke. and Musk

I slowly wrapped my arms around, wanting to not let go, but he quickly pulled away, backing towards the door.

"Um… catch you on Monday," he mumbled, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed anywhere but on me. He melted into the night, leaving me standing there, gaping at the door, with a whirlwind of thoughts spinning through my mind.

Charlie casually peeked around the side of the door, and from the look on his face, it was clear he caught the whole thing.

"Still questioning if he's into you?" Charlie asked, shooting me a knowing look.

Part 6 Link Here: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/759302465187414016/hearts-unleashed-part-6

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Ok, but like I had a couple of ideas for fics. If anyone wants to write them since I have like 6+ WIP, go for it. Just tag me so I can read the fic.

1. Ratonhaketon/Connor is found after his mother's death by an reader Assassin woman, in a few years she becomes Haytham's lover, and loves Connor like her own. In the end, she dies by Haytham's hand defending Connor.

2. Shay finds out two years after his incident that his former lover was pregnant when he "died" that night. He goes searching for her and finds out she left the brotherhood to raise her child/children. He tries to make amends with her as well as be a father to his children.

3. A Pirates of the Caribbean and Black Flag crossover.

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