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wwaheoh · 8 months ago
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“Injured On The Job…” Belobog Industries x gnReader, Injury + Fluff (Platonic)
Anton, Ben, Grace, Koleda
a/n: gonna make one for Victoria Housekeeping too later. currently waiting for my pick up stix order
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Working on a construction site was no walk in the park, even with all this advanced machinery that Belobog Industries was known for. Workplace accidents weren���t common, despite her loud and brazen personality, she made sure that each of her employees were working in safe working conditions and that they knew what to do in emergencies- and more hopefully, to prevent emergencies from ever happening in the first place.
Unfortunately, accidents still do happen, not often by any fault of anyone slacking off or being lazy but due to malfunctioning equipment or plain simple bad luck. In your case, it was both.
Riding atop one of Grace’s modified machines, you had been hard at work finishing up your duties before clocking out for lunch, when out of nowhere the machine malfunctioned, seizing before spasming violently- with you struggling to keep hold as it shook and threw itself around like a bull machine. Workers underneath cleared themselves out before someone noticed you atop the machine. Quickly shouts rang out as the machine you were on powered itself off, leaving you to fall with it.
As the machine fell, you scrambled to gain footing and jump somewhere safe- a several ton machine falling on you would easily spell the end for you. So, quickly calculating for somewhere safe and far enough to land, you planted your boots, squat deep, then launched back, hitting the dusty ground on your side and rolling before finally stopping a few feet, the machine crashing several feet away, leaving a large dust cloud as it landed.
Several workers began to approach before a voice cut in.
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"Everyone back!” Pushing through the crowd, a tall raven spiky-haired man pushed through the crowd, white coat popping through the brown fur of the mostly brown bear-Therians. Anton, a senior staff member of Belebog and the on-site project manager for this construction. He had been just speaking with a worker when the incident happened.
He leaned towards you, stopping you from moving with a firm grip. Pulling a light from his pocket, he shined it into your eyes and watched as your pupils quickly constricted. “Any pain? Discomfort?”
Your side hurt from the impact, but as you checked your body and the adrenaline from the event calmed, a deep pulsing pain came as you raised your arm, forcing a choked sob out of you, turning his attention from checking your eye reaction to your arm injury.
“M-my arm!” Your lips wobbled as your sputtered that out, a feeling of shame about reacting harshly in front of everyone. Anton softly held you arm, “It’s broken, we’ll get an ambulance out to get you checked. Don’t move too much, kay?” He turned to you with a small smile before seeing how you were processing everything. Turning to the crowd of workers, “Yo! Someone call the ambulance and get Grace to check on her kid!” He barked, not with malice but to break people out of their stupor and into action. Quickly they moved, returning to their work or filling his orders.
Turning back to you, “Don’t sweat it. Everyone had different reactions to pain, just try your best to relax. You got this man.” Patting your (uninjured) shoulder, he waited for confirmation of an ambulance coming before picking you up and gently moving you away from the machine and somewhere less hot, moving differently from his usual bold and loud mannerisms.
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As the two of you sat waiting for the ambulance, Koleda and Ben came running out of one of the management buildings set up on top of a nearby hill. Koleda was full sprinting towards the two of you, worry clear on her face as Ben rushed behind her, lagging behind.
“What the shi-eeez happened!? Are you alright?” She yelled, stopping right in front of you and quickly checking you over. Turning to Anton, “Already checked her?” “Yeah boss, broken arm but thankfully no sign of a concussion. Ambulance’s on their way right now.” “Good…” She sighed, before turning back to you. “Are you okay? Mentally?” You nodded, just as Ben arrived, echoing her sentiment.
“I’m okay, well I have a broken arm but I’m fine. Just going to need some time.” “Of course,” Ben started, “You’ll be getting worker’s comp, paid time off- without any use of saved days, and of course any hospital bills will be covered by the company’s insurance. You just focus on recovering okay?” You nodded, thankful for how much they cared for you.
Finally after a few more minutes, the comforting sound of the sirens, followed by the white and red ambulance shortly after.
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With Ben staying behind, Koleda and Anton went with you, just for peace of mind to make sure you were totally fine. Thankfully no damage apart from some bruising and the broken appendage.
Finally nearing the end of your stay after a little over an hour of constant tests. You had gotten a sky blue cast over your arm, sling attached and roped around your opposite shoulder. Just had to wait for the go-ahead and you were set.
The door opened, Koldeda and Ben perking up, surprise flashing on Ben’s face for a moment as Grace walked in with a solemn expression. Red eyes, trembling lips, she had been crying for a while.
Turning to you, she spoke, voice cracking, “I am so sorry… I thought- I thought the new update was fine but there were problems with the last month’s update.. if I knew- I’m so sorry!” She had been crying after fixing up her machine, only having learned of the accident after she repaired the machine. It left her tossing and turning over the what-ifs that could have happened had you been slower.
Tears began to be shed again, her arms trembled, stilling as you embraced her with your one good arm. “Hey, it’s fine Grace. Accidents happen, I know you do your best for your children.” She cried into your shoulder as you reassured her…
During your time recovering, you’d regularly be checked up by the group, being friends with them outside of work, they regularly asked if you needed help. Your cast was full of colorful signatures by the end, leaving you with a giddy feeling inside.
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frickingnerd · 1 year ago
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jason grace dating a child of hypnos
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pairing: jason grace x gn!reader
tags: wholesome fluff, date nights underneath the stars, established relationship, training together
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as a child of hypnos, it shouldn't come as a surprise that you're either sleeping all the time or being sleepy, when you're awake
you have quite the messy sleep schedule, sometimes sleeping through an entire day, while some nights you're wide awake and turning your nights into days
as your boyfriend, jason often adapts to your sleep schedule, to spend time with you
jason doesn't need a lot of sleep to function. just two or three hours are enough for him and he'll function even better than you!
jason and you sometimes train together at night or go on little dates, often picnics underneath the stars
you struggle to find motivation for anything that isn't sleeping, but you're always motivated for a date with jason!
jason is the only person who can get you to train and work out! meanwhile you're the only person who can get him to take a break
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strry4sprkz · 16 days ago
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hihi, can I request fluff of the girls (minus toshiko bc she babey) reacting to fem!Reader wearing their clothes? 👉👈
Girls Reacting to fem!Reader Wearing Their Clothes
Cassidy Amber
The two of you had been putting off laundry duty for days, and it was starting to pile up.
As you look for something to wear, Cassidy’s “1v1?” printed T-shirt on the floor catches your eye. You carefully slip it on, wondering what she would think
And then she sees you. She freezes for half a second before her face beams
"Woah woah woah, hold up!" She threw her hands up. "You’re wearing my T-shirt!?"  
You blush and explain you’d just found it when looking for things to wear, but it’s no use.
She pouts in a playful frustration "Ugh! You can't just be so cute without warning me!"  
Her expression turns into a wide grin, and she wraps an arm around your waist before pulling out her phone and snapping a selfie of you two
"Yeah, this is gold. S-tier content” she says, nodding her head. “But…” she winks at you. “...I think I’ll keep this just for you and me.” 
Dork. You think to yourself, but you don't bother taking the shirt off. Not when it feels this comfortable, and your girlfriend looked at you so lovingly. Laundry duty could wait.
Diana Venicia
Diana was quite particular about her looks. Every detail from her uniform to her makeup reflected her abilities as the Ultimate Cosmetologist
But when she sees you wearing her uniform, her heart might as well burst open
"Oh–oh my gosh, is that my uniform?!" Her voice goes up a pitch as she takes in the sight of you.
You chuckle, feeling a little shy under her gaze. "How do I look?"
Before responding, Diana quickly closes the distance between you, pulling you in for a tender, drawn-out kiss that spoke every thought she had of how you look.
She finally pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, moving her hand to your face. "You look amazing, sweetie!"
Then, she’s struck with an idea, clasping her hands together. "Say, now that you’re wearing my clothes…I have to do your makeup like mine, too, right?"
Her eyes sparkle with enthusiasm as she spoke, making you blush
She’d done your makeup countless times already and was an expert on your face
"You’d look so cute!" she giggles, tilting her head as if picturing it. "...but who am I kidding, you’re always so gorgeous."
You truly were the most beautiful thing in the world to your girlfriend.
Quietly, you whisper under your breath; "...I’d wear it every day if it makes you happy…" 
Eloise Taulner
Eloise has always been an easily flustered girl, and you decide to test this by wearing her fencing uniform
It is slightly loose, but it feels soft and comfortable, the way the blazer drapes over your shoulders, and even her favourite swan shaped pin in your hair…you take a liking to this sensation
As expected, as soon as you surprise her, she gasps, her face turns pink, and she begins to stammer
"Y��y-you—" And then she lets out a quiet laugh, covering her blushing face with her hands. "You look r-ridiculous…”
She reaches out and gently adjusted the collar of the shirt, feeling far more intimate of an action than it is 
"There," she said with her usual soft smile. "Now you look a little more like a real fencer...Hehe…”
But after a long moment, you’re both thinking the same thing, and she throws her arms around you
“You’re so cute…” she says, her voice quickly muffling as you reciprocate the gesture. 
Eva Tsunaka
It's strange to Eva, seeing what was almost an impression of herself through her girlfriend
But even more strangely, it gives her an unexpected warm feeling
She finds herself leaning in, tracing her fingers over the blazer on you, lost in thought. 
“Are you trying to say that you wear my heart on your sleeve?” she finally says, amused but deeply enamoured with the implication. “Maybe,” you tease a little
“You look like you just raided my wardrobe or something" she attempts to joke back, but it makes you laugh
“I say it’s a wardrobe raid done right, wouldn’t you?”
She doesn’t respond immediately, but you two had such a mutual understanding of each other that you instantly can tell she loves it
Seeing such an act of affection from you, so undoubtedly about her, Eva feels…seen. Thought of, appreciated. She smiles.
Grace Madison
Grace wasn’t staring. Definitely not. She was just… observing.
She puts her hands on her hips. "Feh. Look at you, really making yourself at home in my stuff, eh?"
“You don’t mind it, do you?” You say, half-challenging her.
Except she does mind. She never imagined anyone could pull off her signature workout look quite as well as you were...it was almost too much for her brain and heart
But then, a smug smile forms on her face
“Heh, if you keep that up, the only workout I’ll be having is keeping my eyes off you, you know?” 
“What? Afraid I look better in your clothes than you?" you flirt back
"You wish." she laughs, flicking the hood of the jacket off your head
Ever since, you find more of her jackets somehow placed next to your bedside…
Ingrid Grimwall 
“Well, well, well. Ain’t this a sight for sore eyes?”  she whistles with a grin
“Y’know, if you wanted to try out my look, you coulda just asked” she says, a little hurt.
You quickly improvise; “I wasn’t trying to steal your look. I was just… curious to see what it would be like”
“Curious, huh?” Ingrid steps closer to get a good look at you “Well, I’ll say you look pretty darn cute myself.”  
“R-really?” you stutter out in surprise at her answer
She tugs affectionately at the apron. “Course I do! You’re always adorable, darlin’. Like an apprentice, ready to hammer away.”  
Your face heats up. “I mean… I could try, if you want….”  
Ingrid laughs and leans into you at that, your foreheads brushing against each other.
“Darlin’, if you think you can just waltz in here lookin’ that good in my clothes and not let me teach you some blacksmithing, you’ll be dead wrong.”  
Wenona
“…What are you doing?” you turn around to see Wenona squinting at you, crossing her arms
“Wearing your jacket” you say, hugging yourself. “Don’t I look nice?”
“...Hmm.” she thinks. “Well, I would’ve expected you to look quite absurd at the thought, but… it fairly suits you. I suppose I don’t mind” she smiles faintly.
Your heart flips at her admission she likes the look on you. "Aw, thanks babe!"
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” she points out, but her tone isn’t negative.
“Of course I am. You’re letting me keep your clothes, how romantic” you flirt
You see the smallest hint of pink in her face as her typical smirk comes back. 
“Hardly. Consider it a loan.” she says, moving some of your hair away from your face. “Alright, fine…” you playfully respond. “...but it’s mine for now”
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mini-ism · 1 month ago
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i had a fleeting thought heres me writing it down hahahahahahahahahaha (im normal!!!) heres a drabble bro!!!! 18+ MDNI!!!!!!!
anton ivanov x reader x grace howard
no beta read we die like nicoles parents, oral sex (face/throatfucking) (male receiving), reader and tonton like eachother for sure grace was the first to notice lol, grace helps reader give a blowjob
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you and anton shouldn’t be fooling around like this on a job site.
his hand was covering his mouth entirely, holding back any sort of gasp. he couldn’t afford to be heard when he should be diligently working, his presence would absolutely go noticed. he was, after all, the crew’s hype man, the go-to when you needed some help.
…but here he was, pants pooled around his ankles, one hand over his mouth and the other on the back of your head. your face was pressed deep into his crotch, lips wrapped around his thick cock. you looked damn good on your knees, mouth full of his dick.
you two had snuck off after one too many suggestive looks, too many bicep flexes and too many lip bites, carelessly hiding behind a temporary break room for the construction crew. the spot was snug enough, the only chance of you two getting caught was if someone actively sought either of you out.
funnily enough, both of you gone at the same time would be too coincidental. it’s obvious when anton is eager to please, and when you’re just a bit on edge. his more perceptive colleagues were positive he’d been seen catching an eyeful of your ass or staring hard at your lips, nothing about him was subtle.
anton let out a squeaky noise, his fingers digging further into the base of your hand, hips sharply thrusting into your warm, inviting mouth. your lips were sealed around him, chin dripping with your saliva. you could taste pre-cum on your tongue, the obscene noises of your sucking ringing out just a bit too loudly. he winced, the pleasure almost overloading his senses entirely, head falling back against the thin sheet of steel covering the exterior of the break room— it made a metallic ‘thunk!’ noise.
anton grit his teeth as his eyes rolled back, your tongue unrelenting in its ministrations. he could feel your hands grabbing onto his thighs real tight, your nose pressing deep into his groin, the way you struggled to breathe. your raspy, desperate breaths caused your throat to spasm even harder as you choked on the length and your lack of air, your spit carelessly leaking onto your face and his cock, coating it like a second skin. and that perfect tongue… he couldn’t get enough of the way your tongue ran along the rigid base of his cock, stiff and desperate for your attention, and when you pulled back greedily for air, yet you wouldn’t dare neglect the tip of it either, where’d you learn this?
you lapped at another leaky bead of pre-cum drooling from his cockhead when you were caught. undeniably, undoubtedly, absolutely caught in the act. by, arguably, the most perceptive of his colleagues. yet, she just shook her head and laughed, mocking him with a soft “took you two long enough.”
grace was humored by anton’s stunned reaction, both you and him frozen… except your dominant hand, which was still stroking him subconsciously. she waltzed over with an air of confidence, pressing her index finger to her lips and playfully chuckling.
she leaned down into a squat, her hand replacing anton’s with a lethally coy, almost artificially sweet smile, her gentle gaze holding yours as she instructed you, “go on, open wide.”
with her encouragement, you took anton’s cock back into your mouth. grace wasted no time bobbing your head back and forth, anton’s hand smacking loudly on the sheet metal behind him desperately, eyes screwed shut as he whined loudly. the sight was enough to make his knees buckle, watching you suck his cock under grace’s guidance, seeing you obey just like that…
grace continued to push your head back and forth, twisting your neck at some intervals to lap at his cock at different angles, tongue accepting as much length as possible, “there you go, sweetie, see how much he likes that?”
you whimpered softly around the shaft of his cock, your breathing ragged and heavy, eyes darting between grace’s gentle, guiding look, her eyes lidded in satisfaction, and anton’s ‘barely-holding-on’ grimace. his face was tight with tension, eyes shut desperately, as if his legs would tremble and cum immediately if he opened them.
even with her soft, sweet look, she held no mercy for you, “come on, hun, doesn’t anton taste so good?” she pushed your head deeper into his crotch, strangling you with every inch of his twitching, needy dick. a strangled groan tore from anton’s throat, the sensation making him squirm, hips bucking to meet grace’s forceful movements.
anton’s chest rose and fell rapidly through the tight, black, button-up shirt he wore, buttons threatening to pop any second. his breathing was labored and heavy, gasping and sweating. he groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the thin metal behind him again, thrusting his hips into your face, his hands both meeting grace’s at the back of your head.
with a deep grunt, anton’s brows furrowed, squeezing his eyes further shut as his orgasm washed over him. with a few desperate shakes and heavy pants, he opened his eyes to see you looking up at him with glassy eyes. as he came, the taste of his cum flooded your mouth, leaving you nearly no choice but to swallow it all down like you were starved. your throat tightened around him a few more times before they both let you come up for air, your hold on his thighs your only anchor.
she just got up from her squat with a smirk, musing to herself about ‘i knew it,’ and ‘adorable.’ she knew long before both of you really did.
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togetherhearted · 1 month ago
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How about "You look beautiful in the moonlight" for Grace and Koleda?
Hiii! Finally here! Thanks so much for waiting.
GRACE - KOLEDA
You look beautiful in the moonlight
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Grace was not leaving the machine's side that night. Her "child" was malfunctioning, and she had to wait till the next morning to get the parts to repair it. Her worry about the huge "baby" was astronomical, like a mother sitting next to it. You tried to drag her back but with no success. So, if you can't win, you might as well join in for a while. There you were both under the night sky. You glanced at her from time to time, looking at Grace's loving expression as her own gaze was focused on the sleeping machine. Her features for you were already beautiful, but tonight even more -You look beautiful in the moonlight - You broke the silence. You watched her smile widen. -Not as much as this child, don't you think?~ -
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Staying still for Koleda was impossible, but you showed her the joy of slowing down and taking in what life had to offer. Convincing her was worthwhile in the end. You dragged her for the night to look at the sky. You both climbed on top of the van you two were currently sharing. With your nose up to the sky, you pointed at the constellations. You were happy to see her interested. You caught Koleda's gaze multiple times. -Something on my face?- You teased. -No- She looked back at the sky -It's just... you look beautiful in the moonlight- You were left speechless. Koleda was not the type of woman to be mushy. It made you happy.
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omgkatherine01 · 4 months ago
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Grace burgers x Shelbyreader! (Fem)
Grace secret gets out to the Shelby’s and the reader is heartbroken and haven’t talk in months because of it. A year later Grace breaks into the readers hotel room while she’s on vacation. They have a conversation and Grace tries to use sex to get back with the reader but it’s too late (small smut if you does that kind of work)
Sorry that it’s long lol 😂
Secrets and Seduction
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Pairing: Grace burgers x female Shelby reader
Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)
Note: Sorry, no smut, just a sad one shot.
The moonlight streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a ghostly glow on the plush bedspread. In the stillness, Grace’s presence felt like a haunting, an echo of all the laughter and whispered secrets they once shared. The door creaked as she stepped inside, her breath quickening at the sight of the woman she had thought about every day since everything fell apart.
"What are you doing here, Grace?" The words slipped from your lips, sharp and cold as glass. You didn’t turn to face her; instead, you stared out at the dark ocean, waves crashing against the shore--a reminder of how tumultuous everything had become since that fateful night.
"Let me explain," Grace pleaded, stepping farther into the room. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in a world where no one else existed.
"Explain? You had your chance for that, Grace. I don’t want to hear any more excuses." You finally turned to face her, the flickering lamplight catching the sheen of tears in her eyes, but anger was the only thing coursing through you now.
Grace took a tentative step forward, her hands raised as if to ward off your fury. "I never wanted you to find out like that. You have to understand… it was complicated." Her voice broke, a fragile thread of emotion woven through her words.
"Complicated?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Complicated is trying to balance my emotions. What you did was shatter everything we built together." The memories flooded back--of shared dreams and promises whispered under starlit skies, moments of bliss that felt so far removed now.
"I can't change the past," Grace said softly, her vulnerability almost disarming. "But I’ve changed. I’ve spent every day regretting losing you. I came here to make things right."
You felt your heart twist. The sincerity in her voice tugged at the remnants of your affection, but it was too late for that. "Making things right? Grace, you can’t just waltz back into my life and expect us to pick up where we left off. You broke my trust--our trust."
Grace’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I am, truly. But I can show you how much I’ve changed." She stepped closer, her gaze intensifying as she reached out for you, fingers brushing against your arm.
You recoiled instinctively, as if her touch burned. "Don’t." It was a single word, laced with all the pain of a year spent nursing a wound that refused to close. "You think sex can fix this? You think it’s that simple?"
The hurt in her eyes was palpable, but Grace held her ground. "No, I don’t think it’s simple. But I know what we had, and I miss it. Don’t you?"
You paused, the crackle of tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Memories of soft laughter and warmth flickered in your mind, a stark contrast to the chilly space between you now. "I did miss it once," you admitted, your voice softer than intended, "but that was before I learned the truth about you."
"You can’t erase what we had because of one mistake!" Grace's voice rose, desperation spilling over as she took another step closer. The intensity in her gaze was magnetic, pulling at something deep inside you--something you had fought so hard to bury.
"One mistake?" You echoed incredulously, incredulity lacing your tone. "What you did was a series of decisions that led to betrayal. You put yourself in that position; you chose to deceive me." Your heart raced, the weight of your words heavy in the air. "You think I can just forget that because you’ve decided you want me back?"
Grace's expression shifted, frustration morphing into a determination that was both alluring and terrifying. "No, I don’t expect you to forget. But we could start fresh--if you’d just let me show you how much I care. How much I love you."
The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken longing and the ghosts of what once was. You could see the sincerity in her eyes, a raw honesty that both beckoned and repelled you. Your heart raced, caught between the tender ache of nostalgia and the steely resolve you had built over the past year.
"Love? Is that what you call it?" you asked, voice steadier than you felt. "You loved me while lying to my face? What kind of love is that?"
Grace flinched slightly but quickly regained her composure, her desperation unfurling like a fragile flower in the twilight. "I know I hurt you," she said, her voice now barely above a whisper. "But I’ve spent the last year trying to make sense of everything. I thought I could compartmentalize--keep my life separate from us--but it didn’t work. I lost myself in my own lies."
Maybe that was what angered you the most: the idea that she had become someone else entirely, her true self buried beneath layers of deceit. "You didn’t just lose yourself, Grace," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of pity and bitterness. "You lost me in the process."
The silence that followed was thick with tension, and you could hear the rhythmic beating of your heart like a war drum in your chest. Grace's eyes shimmered under the weak light, an ocean of regret swirling within their depths. She took another step closer, seemingly unafraid of your rejection.
"Please," she breathed, her voice a soft plea as she reached out again, but this time you didn’t flinch. Instead, you held your ground, your face a mask of stoicism.
"You think that I can just forget how you made me feel? How you shattered my trust and left me to pick up the pieces alone?" You were surprised at how steady your voice remained, how you could contain the storm of emotions whirling inside you. "Now, get out. Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brothers you’re around."
Grace’s shoulders slumped at your words, the fight seemingly draining from her frame. For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, thickened by the palpable weight of all that had been left unsaid. "You really mean that," she murmured, and even though it was a statement, it felt like an admission of defeat.
Your heart twisted painfully at her vulnerability, something you had once cherished. Yet here it was, a reminder of how far you had fallen from each other.
"What do you want from me?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could catch it. You didn’t want her to have this power over you--this ability to stir feelings that you had tried so hard to bury.
Instead of answering the question with words, she stepped closer, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.
You felt the warmth of her palms against your skin, a familiar comfort that sent a shiver down your spine. The sensation was almost electric, igniting the smoldering embers of a connection you thought had long since faded.
You opened your mouth to tell her to leave, but she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours.
You froze, every instinct screaming to pull away, to reject the warmth of those lips that had once ignited a fire in your soul. But as familiar as her touch was, it was also a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had shattered everything. You felt the softness of her kiss--a bittersweet echo of more innocent times--and yet it stirred an overwhelming storm of emotions within you.
You fought against the wave of feelings threatening to engulf you, your mind a cacophony of memories and longing. The kiss was tentative at first, nostalgic, but it quickly deepened as if Grace sought to erase the scars of the past with the tenderness of the present. Your heart raced in response, torn between craving the comfort of her familiarity and the walls you had built to protect yourself.
With a sudden surge of clarity, you broke away, breathing heavily as you stared into her eyes. "What are you doing?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of anger and confusion. "This isn't how it works, Grace. You can't just come back and expect everything to be okay again."
"I know," she said softly, hurt flickering across her features. "But I had to try. I've missed you every single day since... since everything fell apart." Her gaze held an urgency that felt both desperate and sincere.
"You don’t get to miss me now," you shot back, heart pounding with a fervor that matched the storm brewing in your chest. "You made your choices, Grace. You can't just turn back time because it feels convenient. Now go."
You turned away from her, your back to her, trying to block out the turmoil of emotions swirling in your chest. The sound of her footsteps felt like a countdown, each step away pulling you closer to the abyss of your own pain.
You let out a shaky breath when you heard the door slowly opening and after a moment it closed.
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anotherstudtouse · 5 months ago
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Moment of Truth
Grace x Fem!Reader
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Summary: Confessions are made.
Warning: SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORYLINE, no smut but it gets a little spicy for a moment. I think that's it!
The moment you find out the truth about Logan -- from not only the infamous bandit himself but also your closest friend in this little town you've come to call home, Grace -- is simultaneously nearly too much to come to grips with and not a surprise to you at all. On the one hand, it's been drilled into your head from the moment you arrived to become one of Sandrock's new builders that Logan and his gang were no-good bandits hell-bent on bringing ruin to Sandrock and the good people who live here. On the other hand, though, everything you've been told by the people who knew him best had always detailed a man with a strong moral compass, a man always trying his best to do right for Sandrock. The Bandit Logan and the Logan people had come to care deeply for had always been at odds in your mind, and now that you have the whole story, it's like you've finally obtained the final piece of the hardest jigsaw puzzle you've ever seen.
     The real surprises, the ones you're still having difficulties coming to grips with as you sit on a couch in Logan's hideout, are all the other things that have just been revealed to you. There is a spy from the Duvos Empire -- at least one -- in Sandrock. Pen, a man you had previously written off as self-obsessed but well-intentioned, is most likely one of them. You're not the only one in this hideout who's almost certain he's not the one in charge, though, which means there's still an unknown player in this game.
     That all still leaves one last shock to your system, and perhaps the biggest of all. Grace is a spy, too, but thankfully not for Duvos. She's working for the Alliance Central Intelligence, and she's here to help Logan root out the corruption that's taken hold. Your best friend here is a secret agent.
      As you sit on this couch, your shirt temporarily discarded while Grace tends to the wounds you'd sustained from your fall off of the edge of the cliff above the hideout, you just... stare at her. Who is she, really? How much of her, the her that you've come to know and -- though you've always kept this next bit to yourself -- love over the past year, is real? She's already told you that, while she isn't still an archeology student, it was one of her majors when she did attend school. A lie, but not entirely. How many more half-lies are there?
     You think back on Bronco's stupid idea to get the pets of Sandrock to somehow reveal Logan's spy all those weeks ago. Despite believing it to be a fool's errand, you'd done it anyway just to say you'd tried everything, and after feeding Banjo the cat and asking him who the spy was, he'd ran straight the Blue Moon Saloon, straight to the kitchen, straight to Grace. You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but...
     "Gol for your thoughts?" Grace breaks the silence without looking up from the cut on your shoulder she's cleaning.
     "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is that the local stray cats found out my best friend's secret identity before I did?"
     This causes the corners of Grace's lips to quirk upward. She snorts, glancing up to finally lock eyes with you. Something in your eyes softens her gaze, though, and she turns serious. "I'm good at my job. But..." She swallows. "... I hated lying to you, Y/N. I could rationalize it as doing it for the greater good with everyone else, but not you. You seemed to want to really know me, and... I wanted you to know me, too."
     Silence hangs heavy in the air as you search her eyes. For what, though, you don't know, but she looks back at you as if she's trying her best to give it to you. Part of you doesn't know what to think, but her words have your heart hammering in your chest nonetheless.
     When you don't respond, Grace lowers her gaze again. She moves on to the scratch high up on your abdomen, and even though her touch is gentle, you hiss in pain at the sudden contact. Her hand stills and she gives you an apologetic glance before resuming.
     A few more seconds of silence pass before you speak again, quieter this time, hesitant. You don't know if you actually want the answer to the question you're about to ask but you have to know. You have to. "Was any of it real?"
     You watch her closely. She meets your eyes again; for a moment, she seems confused, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as they furrow, but at the look on your face, she realizes what you mean. Her answer is immediate after that. "I only lied about my history, and even then I tried to be as honest as I could. The way I feel about you... Our friendship is real. Y/N, you are my favorite person and that is the truth."
     You hadn't realized how tense you've become -- partially due to Grace's hands on your bare skin -- until your shoulders relax a little.
     Before you can respond, Grace continues. "You know, so much of my job involves blending into the background. You never let me do that with you." She smiles, lowering her gaze again. "I'd hide out in the kitchen at the saloon and you'd come find me anyway. It would've been annoying if it hadn't been so endearing." The statement makes you chuckle; the sound seems to please Grace. "There it is. I was afraid I'd never hear that laugh again."
     You can't seem to wipe the smile from your face. "I'm trying to feel betrayed here, damn it."
     "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes with a laugh, reaching up to gently cup your jaw and turn your face from side to side to search for more injuries. "I'm just too charming, I guess."
     It's becoming a little harder to breathe with Grace's grip on your jaw like this. It feels like she should've removed it by now, but you're not complaining. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Your smile softens as you contemplate asking another question. "Do you... Do you wish I'd left you alone?"
     "No." Her answer is firm, her eyes meeting yours again.
     Her hand begins to leave your chin, but you lift your own to grasp hers before it's gone, bringing both to rest on your knee. For a moment, you worried she would pull away, but she shifts in your hold to intertwine your fingers instead. Again, your heart is hammering; it only worsens when your gaze rises from her hand in yours to see Grace looking back at you with an expression you've seen a few times before directed at you but have never been able to decipher.
     "I don't want to keep any more secrets from you," is the last thing she says, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips the only warning you receive before she leans in to kiss you. It's soft and short, as gentle as her touch has been, as if she's afraid you'll make a run for it at the slightest provocation. Her lips leave yours before you even realize what's happened, and her hand in yours tightens its grip slightly as if afraid you'll try to pull away from her. "I love you, Y/N. I understand if you don't feel the same way, or if you did but don't anymore, but whatever happens, I want it to happen with complete honesty. And I'm being completely honest when I say that over the course of this past year of knowing you, I have really, honestly fallen head over heels in love with you."
     "Grace..." You trail off, at a loss for words. Your gaze switches from one of her eyes to the other. You find nothing but sincerity in them. As she begins to pull her hand from yours, taking your lack of words as a bad sign, your grip tightens to stop her. "No, stop. Just give me a minute. A lot has been thrown at me in the last, like, twenty minutes."
     She laughs at that, her thumb beginning to stroke the back of your hand absentmindedly. "Okay, fair."
     Your gaze is drawn to your hand in hers. You watch the back-and-forth movements of her thumb as you think of what you want to say. "So much about you makes sense now, now that I think about it," you start. She watches you, silent and patient. "I remember that day you wanted to get into the Breach and Justice wouldn't let you. Too dangerous for a civilian, he said." You chuckle. "If only he knew, huh?"
     Grace returns the smile you shoot her way, but doesn't say anything just yet, wondering where you're going with this. You continue. "You gave that poor man a headache but you managed to talk him into having your way. Him and me both -- It took me three trips to find that stuff you needed." A thought occurs to you then, and you straighten up a little. "Wait. If you're not an archeology student anymore, did you even need any of that stuff?"
     Grace at least had the decency to look a little guilty when she answers. "I... Well, not 'need', per say, but it was definitely super cool and I still really, really appreciate it." Her other hand joins the first to completely encase your own -- as if that makes it better (it kind of does, but shut up).
     Your eyes narrow. "Yeah, okay. Anyway," you continue again, "I think that was when I realized I had feelings for you that were a bit more than friendly. You told me you were a spy and I was afraid the Grace I fell in love with wasn't real, but I'm realizing now that everything that made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you was the real you peeking through."
     Your free hand reaches up to cup Grace's cheek, your thumb gently swiping away a single tear that's fallen from the blonde's eye. She leans into your touch. "I was starting to think this was the end of us," she whispers.
     "More like the beginning," you reply, leaning in to kiss the woman you're realizing now that, despite everything, you really have known all this time. All the important parts, all the parts that really make her her. She kisses you back immediately, and immediately she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. It's already so different than the first one. Your reciprocation of Grace's feelings seems to have given her permission in her head to stop being so damn careful with you. Where once she was hesitant, now she's insistent, her hands leaving yours to cup both sides of your face as if she's trying to keep you where you are.
     "Mmh," you moan as you feel teeth nip at your bottom lip. The sound only seems to spur Grace on; gently, she pushes your shoulders back, effectively breaking the kiss as you're lightly shoved against the back of the couch. In a split second, Grace has left the chair she was sitting on to climb onto your lap before reconnecting your lips in a kiss somehow more fiery than the last one.
     "I love you," she whispers in between kisses.
     Your hands come up to grasp her hips, pulling them into you as you pull away just enough to start kissing your way down her neck. Hurriedly, you respond, "I love you, too," before nipping at her pulse point. The action pulls a rough groan from Grace's throat, a sound you immediately know you're going to get addicted to. Grace tilts her head back to give you easier access to her neck and you take full advantage of it, licking a trail up the column of her throat as she sucks in a shaky breath, her fingers threading through your hair -- as soon as her hand touches the back of your head, though, you hiss in pain, wincing and pulling away slightly.
     "Shit, I'm so sorry," Grace hurries to apologize, her hand flying away from your head as if burned. Without leaving your lap, she gently grasps your chin again and leans over while turning your head to the side to examine a small bump on the back of your head. "It doesn't look too bad, but still, we should stop." Letting go of your chin, her hand brushes against your cheek as she cups it, turning your face back toward hers once more. "For now, at least."
     You're not happy about it, but you agree. "For now, yeah. Besides, Logan and Haru could walk in at any moment, and I don't know about you but I'm not really into the idea of an audience."
     She hums in contemplation. "Hmm, yeah, me neither. I like the idea of having you all to myself more."
     Your hands on Grace's hips momentarily tighten their hold, your eyes darkening. "As soon as I'm all healed up."
     Leaning down, she rests her forehead against yours. "The second you're all healed up."
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mydearneteyam · 9 months ago
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MASTERLIST
last update ;; june 6
requests ;; closed
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❝we are because love exists,
we want to be better because love exists,
the world rotates and creates because love exists.❞ 
how to request + will/won't do ¡!
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AVATAR (FRANCHISE)
avatar (2009)
avatar: the way of water
avatar: frontiers of pandora
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domxmarvel · 9 months ago
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Just dance-Masterlist
💙=Male 💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💦=Smut 💀=Angst 💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm
Wanderlust
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Puppet💙
Sara
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Brezziana
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Mihaly
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Koala bear 💖🌈
The Villain’s Heart 💖🌈
Jack rose
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Grace
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Ari
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fireinmoonshot · 2 years ago
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A/N: I'm not really sure if there's much of an audience for Grace on M:I Tumblr yet but I totally fell in love with her in Dead Reckoning Part One and have really been wanting to write for her so I hope that anyone that reads this will enjoy it!
Grace nearly fell in love with you the second she laid eyes on you. She wasn’t supposed to. She was in a bar for a job, meant to be pick-pocketing something from a mark that she was tailing. But there you were – the unassuming bartender, just doing your job, and Grace couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. 
She had things to do and here she was, staring at you like some creep across the bar. Every time you laughed at something one of your coworkers said, every time you smiled at a customer, she fell more and more head over heels for you and she didn’t even know your name. Oh, she was well and truly done for.
It was only when the man she was tailing went up to the bar to order a drink and ended up ordering one from you that she remembered that she was working and had things to be doing. She pushed the hair out of her face and took a sip of her own drink, keeping her eyes focused on the man as he waited for his drink to be ready, his fingers tapping to the beat of the song on the bar. 
She watched as he shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled something out, her eyes focusing on it. The USB. That was what she was here for. The man clearly had no idea how expensive what was on it was or he wouldn’t have been flaunting it around the bar. 
You returned with his drink, sliding it over to him across the bar and asking him how he was going to pay. He handed over a $10 note. Grace watched in horror as he sat the USB down on the bar to pick up his drink and have a sip of it. Then, he picked it back up and slipped it back inside his pocket.
Grace started to drift closer towards the bar. This would be a good time to swipe it, she decided. She kept an eye on you, too, as you walked back up to him. 
“I’m out of change, I’ve just got to get some from out the back,” you said to the man.
Grace expected you to go out the back of the bar, but she watched, confused, as you lifted up part of the bar and came out into the main part of the bar, joining the crowd. She was even more confused as you walked towards her and then, right in front of her, she watched as you carefully swiped the USB out of the mans pocket and then walked right past Grace and through a door not far behind her.
She spun around, watching as the door closed.
You’d just taken the USB. You’d done exactly what Grace was here to do. Maybe you weren’t just a normal bartender after all… 
Grace looked between the door and the man and then made her decision, sitting her drink down on the nearest table and heading towards the door. She was surprised the door wasn’t locked as she opened it and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her.
You looked up at the sight of the door opening, pausing in your motions of putting the USB in your bag. “This is a staff only area.” You said, clearing your throat and standing up straight. 
“Then why are you here?” Grace raised her eyebrows. “Besides, you have something of mine. I’m going to need that,” she nodded towards your bag, knowing you’d get the meaning of her words.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “I am staff, so that’s why I’m here. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’ve never seen you before.”
Grace smiled to herself. Oh, so you were going to play that game. “Who hired you?”
You stared at her for a moment. She’d seen you swipe the USB… and clearly she knew that you’d been hired by someone, which meant she had been too. You’d been told you were the only one who knew about the USB, so how could someone else be here for it?
“Who hired you?” You questioned back. 
Grace held her hand out. “Hand it over and I’ll tell you.”
“Not going to happen, I’m afraid.”
“Fine,” Grace shrugged a shoulder. “Then let’s go.”
“Go where?” You frowned. 
She took a few steps towards you and took your hand in hers. You looked down at your now entwined hands, confused. Who the hell was this woman?
“Let’s go to wherever the person who hired you is waiting for you to drop off this USB,” Grace explained. “Because I have a feeling you and I might have been sent here by the same person, and I’d quite like the satisfaction of seeing their face when we show up together. You?”
It was impossible for you not to smile at her words. Even you had to admit that this whole situation was a little strange, especially if her hunch was right and you had been hired by the same person. If not, you’d be delivering someone of potential use to the person who’d hired you. It was a win-win in your situation. 
“Okay,” you smiled at her. “I’ll lead the way.”
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moonlightshaiku · 2 years ago
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Kissing Grace
The majority of gentle kisses from Grace would be chaste. A peck, a quick goodbye kiss. Any long, gentle kisses would be from relief or for comfort. Just a simple kiss, no tongue, no biting, followed by a few quick kisses to the sides of your mouth and neck.
Usually, her kisses are aggressive, but not violent. She'll grab you by the collar of your lab coat and bring you forward. One hand gripping your collar, the other fisted in your hair. She never pins you to the wall, instead she pulls you until she's pressed to the wall, and then flips you.
She's not one for tongue, she prefers to bite your lip and jaw. She'll kiss you until she's damn near panting.
Another plus: shotgunning!
First time it happens accidentally. She's smoking, ranting. You give her a small, sympathetic but helpless smile and a shrug. She takes a drag of her cigarette out of habit, and then is across the room with her lips on yours, smoke flowing between the two of you.
Grace takes a look around the lab, double checking for any people. All the while, she's pushing her cig into the ash tray with a small twist to put it out. With deft hands she's grabbing you. You're sure she's going to stretch your shirt out, it's a looser fabric, and she's stretched the neckline of your shirts many times before. Any worries on your clothing are quickly curbed as her lips press to yours, your mind humming with a low, warm sound. She turns, forcefully pulling you with her. You're dazed and slightly floaty, warm, drunk on her skin. You stumble, and he steadies you with her free hand, thumb in your belt loop and the rest of her fingers tugging on your waistline. What's with her and your clothes?
She mutters an apology onto your lips, breath hot, and gently pulls you forward by your shoulder, instead. Her back collides with the wall, she's panting, and then you're against the wall instead.
Her lips are back on yours, her hands moving. One on your cheek, the other drawing circles on your scalp. Chapped lips apply pressure, and her face is soft as your skin brushes. Your face is heating, the room a haze and your stomach bubbling with anxious love.
A hand under your shirt reminds you of your own limbs. Grace hums at the fingers brushing her neck. She's moving back, smiling against your mouth, ignoring a luke-warm string of saliva.
"Oh, love." She breathes.
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ghoul-bonez · 2 years ago
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I’ve decided for pride month I’m only gonna be writing for THE GAYS 💪🏻 (not really I just don’t have any inspiration for any straight fics 💀)
Upcoming Fic Ideas-
Tsireya x Fem! Sully! Reader (Oneshot)-
Tsireya felt bad that the Sullys had to leave their home in the forest, she really did, but she was glad they were here. She had met her new best friend Lo’ak, and was enjoying teaching the Sully children how to live like she did, but something was bothering her, more like someone.
(POSTED!)
Grace x Fem! Na’vi! Reader (Series)-
When Grace’s eyes snapped open relief had shot through you. She was alive, thank Eywa she was alive. You were relieved, and so was she, but now came the struggle of trying to settle in with the Omatikaya people.
Grace x Fem! Human! Reader (Possible Series)-
You were excited to be on Pandora, but you were less thrilled to have to deal with new people, or just people in general. You had always worked on your own, and preferred it that way. You liked to sit alone and study your rock samples. Alone. However when you get dragged into being in close quarters with a few other people you couldn’t help but to start enjoying their presence. One person in particular.
(Might not write all of these btw, depends on if I get the inspiration to expand on the ideas)
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wisteriaiswriting · 1 year ago
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Oh, ok. Do you think you could write for Grace and Freddie x reader in a poly relationship?
ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
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It had been hours since you and Freddie had seen Grace, causing her to start worrying. Only after many unanswered phone calls were you able to make her drop it.
Ending with her leaning onto you while you read to her, your voice managed to keep her distracted. And seemingly yourself, as neither of you noticed Grace enter even as the door creaked.
Freddie was too deep into the story and your voice, and you tried getting her to sleep. Keeping her mind of Grace for now, not wanting her too worry. But this surprised Grace, as Freddie would normally be asleep by now.
You, not so much. She was used to that though. The tv playing as background noise illuminated the book you were reading, one her and Freddie brought for you.
Currently too tired to care about anything else she made her way over, now catching your attention. Before flopping onto your laps, pulling herself close as possible to you both.
With Grace back home and safe, Freddie let her eyes shut. Quickly draping a few nearby blankets over them you continued reading, making sure to also watch over them.
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yawneon · 4 months ago
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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny
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omgkatherine01 · 2 years ago
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Peaky Blinders - Masterlist
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Tommy Shelby
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Fallen Angel
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-nothing yet-
Arthur Shelby
Series
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One-shots
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John Shelby
Series
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One-shots
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Finn Shelby
Series
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One-shots
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Ada Shelby
Series
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Grace Burgess
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One-shots
Secrets and Seduction (Grace burgers x female Shelby reader)
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anotherstudtouse · 6 months ago
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FICS.
🦋 = SMUT.
Angela Giarratana & Associated Characters.
ANGELA GIARRATANA.
Holiday Reunion 🦋
Your step-sister, Angela, doesn’t like the girl you brought over for the holidays.
LEX FOSTER.
What Are Friends For? Ch. 1, Ch. 2
When your coworker, Lex Foster, asks you to pretend to be her girlfriend, you agree against your better judgement.
MY TIME AT SANDROCK.
CATORI.
Fixer Upper 🦋
Catori needs you to fix her snack rack again.
GRACE.
Moment of Truth
Confessions are made.
No More Holding Back Ch. 1
Months after Grace moves back to Atara, you still miss her.
NIA.
Closer Than Ever 🦋
Your best friend invites you out to look at the stars.
Miscommunication 🦋
Nia grows jealous when someone flirts with you in front of her.
MATILDA.
A Bittersweet End 🦋
You lose.
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