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the call pt 2 || platonic grid & gr63
summary: y/n finishes out the triple header strong after being called up to race for alpine
pairing: platonic!grid x george russell x rookie!driver!reader
fc & warnings: none and minor hate comments, bad language, and bad grammar from my end
a/n: i've never had this many people request a part 2 before so i hope y'all enjoy!! I'm going to keep her racing in the remainder of the season so keep an eye out for the rest.
part 1
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alpinef1team: a point in the bag for pierre and another good drive for y/n đź
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user2: solid result for the team!!! y/n ate in her second race ever
user99: a team of losers tbh
ynuser: yay for points! letâs go pierregasly
pierregasly: we go again in brazil! points for both of us there đ
ynuser: everyone better make sure to bet on us ����ââď¸
yourbff: letâs go best friend(s)!!!!
ynuser: đŤśđť
georgerussell63: great stuff ynuser
ynuser: thanks georgie
user1: notice how he is always supporting herâŚ. is there something here?
user2: theyâve been friends since their karting days!! if you asked me back when they were in f2 if they were tg i wouldâve said yes bc they were kinda sus but now idk
user1: gonna go research the lore on their f2 days
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you let out a huff as you threw your padel racket on the ground and wiped the sweat from your brow, âgod dammit lance! how are you so good at this!?â
laughing lance shrugged, âmaybe you and george are just really bad!â
george shook his head, âno mate that canât be it!â
you took a long drink of your water as the pair continued to bicker. âdid you both see the weather for the weekend?â you asked changing the subject so theyâd stop.
âyeah, lots of rain it seems.â lance put his racket into his bag and looked up at you with concern. âhave you raced in the rain before?â
you shook your head, âno not really. i mean when i was karting yes but outside of that not really.â
âblimey y/n/n,â george ran a hand through his hair. âyouâve been going over those scenarios with your team right? thereâs a chance of some really heavy rain.â
âi have, i have. iâll be ok!â you assured them both with a smile but your friends looked anything but reassured.
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user2: jesus christ youâre so hot
user4: im obsessed with you holy f
georgerussell63: green is a good color on you. tho i think mercedes blue is better
ynuser: you mean alpine blue and pink
georgerussell63: nah iâd like to see you in my colors
ynuser: oh?
georgerussell63: you heard me
francocolapinto: đ
ynuser: and youâre coming to play with us next time yea?
francocolapinto: si bonita
yourbff: H O T
ynuser: thanks bb
ynuser: also i think george might be flirting in my dms rn?
yourbff: WHAT?!
ynuser: he said he wants to see me in his mercedes kit
yourbff: oh thatâs đ¤
landonorris: you look tall here
ynuser: thanks shortie đŠˇ
landonorris: uncalled for
user5: thanking your parents for doing it tbh
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holding in a yawn you turned to walk back to your garage after the brazilian national anthem. the 5am wake up for this âsuper sundayâ as they were calling it was catching up with you despite the butterflies swarming in your stomach. you had had the qualifying session of your life, which despite the cool confidence you played it off with in your interviews after, shocked you just as much as it shocked everyone else. you qualified in 4th. yes, you read that right, p4. something about the car came alive in the rain and you prayed it came alive again during the race but the rain was starting to pick up and it seemed like it was only going to get worse. youâd already seen several red flags in quali and would be lying to yourself if you said you werenât terrified that that was about to become you in the race.... especially with the threat of the entire field behind you, including max verstappen, wanting to push forward and push forward fast regardless of the consequences.
ây/n!â a hushed voice caught your attention. george had caught up to you and had a serious look on his face. âplease be careful out there,â he pleaded.
âyou too george,â you squeezed his arm lightly. âiâll see you on the podium, yeah?"
"yeah," george winked as you turned to head into the alpine garage.
your engineer, james, handed you your helmet as he went over a few more pieces of data. he was stressing over the litany of different plans the team had put together in the very short window between quali and now. the heavy rain and your heroic lap times caused just about everything your team had prepped to be turned upside down.
âright, right iâve got it james. plan a seems the most logical if i can keep everyone behind me.â you said as you pulled your helmet onto your head and fastened the strap.
things were about to get interesting.
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f1: the race is stopped under the red flag for a crashâŚ.. and y/n y/l/n is our new race leader! after running a surprisingly strong p4 for the first half of the race, she took the lead when those in front pitted for new tyres. y/n is the only woman in history to lead a lap in a grand prix
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user1: not them calling her performance surprising đĽ´
user2: I KNOW THATS RIGHT!
user12: only gonna last a second. she canât even compete with the likes of verstappen
alpinef1team: @ everyone behind, y/n.. can we pretty please keep it this way?
yourbff: real tears are being shed rn this is monumental
user9: god is this amazing
mercedesamgf1: we love to see this historical moment! even if weâre coming to take it back đ
user11: literally the most amazing thing iâve seen all day
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you ripped another tear off from your helmet wishing it would make it easier to see but to your dismay, you still couldnât see a damn thing. the rain was coming down in buckets, your inters were worn, you were fighting the car even in the straight lines to keep it on the track and worst of all, you were scared shitless. you had no moment to even be happy about your current position in p1 because you were too busy trying not to send your car into the barrier.
âmax is 2 seconds behind you and gaining very quickly. gasly is 1.2 seconds behind max and leclerc is 0.9 behind pierre.â james updated you on the radio which sent you into a fit of rage.
âjames for fucks sake i donât care!!! stop giving me timing updates!! i canât see the road so i canât do anything about it!!!â you almost screamed. "i can't even pass half throttle!"
ârain is expected to lighten in about 10 laps,â james reported ignoring your outburst.
â10 LAPS?! how am i supposed to survive 10 laps?!?!?â as you yelled you felt the rear of your car start to slide causing you to need to quickly snap it back into place. âthere is so much standing water james - i canât keep doing this. the front straight is like a swimming pool!â
âyes you can, y/n. lock in and calm down. you only have a couple of laps left in this class of rain.â
âlock in? calm down!? and what if i crash this damn car first?!â turning off your radio you tried to take a few deep breaths while focusing on the road in front of you. you couldnât panic - that would only make matters worse. you had to stay calm. you knew your car, you knew to deviate off the racing line to avoid the slippery curbs in specific turns, and you knew that you had to make it through whether you wanted to or not. panicking was not going to help anyone but there was little way to explain just how scary it was on track at this current moment.
another snap of significant oversteer left you breathless and near tears. âjames im so serious - i need wets and even then i donât think theyâre going to be enough. there's standing water on every part of this track. i can't race like this on these tyres. please talk to fia. please we need a red flag.â
âpitting doesnât make sense right now, youâll come out in traffic and your race will be over.â
âi care more about making it out of this race alive than coming out in traffic.â
âunderstood.â
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âthey couldnât have taken any longer with that red flag could they?â you snapped as you pulled your race suit down to your hips.
âno they really couldnât have! it was getting ridiculous out there.â pierre grabbed his water bottle, "driving couldn't have been more dangerous."
âalright you two! thats enough!" your team principal interrupted, looking very serious. "we have a real chance of keeping this double podium finish especially because george and lando pitted before this red flag and lost a lot of time," he explained. "y/n, youâre going to have to push, thereâs not much chance youâll be able to keep max behind you but weâve got to be fast enough to keep george, charles and lando behind pierre.â
right... keep 3 of the fastest drivers on the grid behind you both.. you were going to need a real stroke of luck.
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alpinef1team: THEY DID IT!!! Y/N AND PIERRE CROSS THE LINE AS P2 AND P3! HISTORY MADE
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"thats p2 y/n - great job! the entire team and i are so fcking proud of you."
"AHHH YES YESSSSSSS!!!!" you screamed into the radio, banging your hands against the steering wheel, "WE DID IT!! WE DID IT JAMES!!" the emotions hit you like a brick wall, and tears quickly began falling. "thank you all so much. thank you for this opportunity. thank you to the mechanics, to everyone back at the factory, to every single one of you. thank you for believing in me when no one else did."
"you're welcome, y/n. you deserve it. you deserve it all kid."
pierre rolled up next to you to drive the remainder of the cool down lap by your side. he waved excitedly and you waved back without hesitation - you both had achieved what felt like the impossible.
you were the first woman to ever stand up on the podium and you were the first woman to score points in formula 1, but you knew you certainly weren't going to be the last. if you would do anything with your remaining races, it would be to show the world just how much women belong in this sport.
you pulled into parc ferme and shut off your car as quickly as you could. you fumbled with your straps and when you finally got them off, pierre was standing above you with his hand held out. you smiled, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull you out of the car. "we did it, p -" you said just loud enough for him to hear over the cheering.
"we did it, y/n/n." pierre replied and with that, you both turned and ran hand in hand to your team who was waiting with open arms to greet their heroes.
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ynuser: we did it 𩷠thank you to alpine for believing in me, thank you to pierre for being the best teammate a girl could ask for, thank you to my friends and family for supporting me through the ups and the downs and thank you to my fans -- i love you all so much
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user1: i've never shed so many tears over a race before
yourbff: i feel like a proud parent rn
ynuser: thanks for never giving up on me bestie
georgerussell63: you're a force to be reckoned with y/n. congratulations on an impressive drive! today is your day đ¤
ynuser: mark your calendars! 11/3 is national y/n day
landonorris: speechless... i am so proud of you. if someone had to be up there besides me, i'm so glad it was you đ
ynuser: thank you lanny. only thing that would have made it better is if you were with me up there đŠˇ
user10: tea LOL
francisca.cgomes: i dont think i've ever been happier?? my two favorite people are on that podium?
ynuser: stop dont make me cry agAIN
pierregasly: thankful for you mon ami
ynuser: đ¤đŠˇ
lewishamilton: being a barrier breaker is never easy y/n but you are crushing it. i am proud to race with you!
ynuser: you have no idea how much this means to me lewis
user9: thank you from the bottom of my heart for continuing to prove everyone wrong
user95: nothing could have prepared me for 1) them running hand and hand to their team, 2) y/n crying tears of joy on the podium and 3) gr63 picking y/n up and twirling her around in parc ferme
user2: george and y/n were so cute it was actually sickening. did you see the way he fixed her hair after putting her down
user95: and how he wiped away her tears??? yeah i saw it đĽš
user2: i want them together so bad
user10: you are going down in the history books
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a/n: thank you for reading!!! likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome!! massively appreciate all of the support on this little series. i am really enjoying it too
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Not to get too sappy or long-winded, but the Dos & Don'ts of Fake Dating is officially complete!!
I've loved writing this story so much for so many reasons: not only was it my first dip back into fanfiction after a two year hiatus, but it's also one of the very few fics I've actually managed to finish. So, I thank everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I have đ¤
I'll be posting some character info soon to officially introduce everyone to Ice Princess as she was always intended to be - a fully fledged OC. In the future, I'll most definitely be writing more for this universe - I already have a number of ideas for oneshots, so we'll see where their story goes!
EDDIE X READER - COMPLETED
The start of your senior year had you rethinking everything your life had been thus far. Itâs as if you woke up one day and decided it was time to do a complete 180. Maybe it was the senioritis that teachers joked about, or maybe it was your impending 18th birthday, but either way, you realized that maybe you didnât like the life youâd been living anymore. So, you decide to change it. You just didnât factor in Eddie Munson being part of that equation.
notes & tropes: 18+, fem reader, slow burn, faking dating, opposites attract, bratty rich bitch reader, super minor revenge plot, dysfunctional family dynamics, idiots-to-lovers, smut & nsfw themes
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I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT
yeaah... future trio got me too...
and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.
hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D
...ignore the rest
whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this
#Can you believe between the first pic and the 4th pic is only a week inbetween. I sure can't but like why did I mirror the pose...#ON ACCIDENT??? Everytime I look at the two Grovyles I'm like... how... how did they end up so differently???#also probably blaming @cozybells as well for this but I really fear tagging people so I'm just letting y'all know in the tags because#I do wanna let everyone know who inspired me when someone did <333 better get running [you know who you are!!!!] DusnoirXDarkrai is next...#also: upon seeing scribz-ag24's art my brain said: You need to color too! ah yeah that went well with the doodle batch#I really hope you're able to read everything with how messy I can write sometimes. If not please let me know and I'll add sth in this post!#Also the doodle batch was the first thing I drew so well... never drew dusknoir before and grovyle once i think...#please go easy on me I have yet to explore the relationship between literally everyoneđ and I have no idea what Iâm doing and I'm a little#lost I normally only draw King Boo or Darkrai but I'm sure scribz-ag24 sprinkling in bits of Darkrai got me in love with the future trio to#grovyle#future trio#celebi#darkrai#dusknoir#pmd hero#pokemon#drifloon#totodile#my art#my stuff#tagas friend spoiler#pmd#pokemon mystery dungeon#IS THERE A SHIP NAME FOR FUTURE TRIO... there must be. ...oh... is it just...#futuretrioshipping#i feel sooo stupid rn.#also everytime i drew darkrai i had evil spiteful bastard in mind (except for the one with an arrow pointing out he's redeemed) but i think#i literally mixed every possible version of him in my head so got absolutely no clue what i'm doing :D#anyways i hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading through my ramblings! Have such a wonderful rest of the day yippiee <333#pmd2
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â§.â *â Daisuke x implied F!Reader - getting caught hcâs*â .â â§
Written By: DeathByDay
warnings: NSFW
(set in the Tulpar, not in the comfort of a house)
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- first off, you guys getting caught wouldnât be intentional.
- i genuinely believe that Daisuke would be the one to whimper and whine, so of course, heâs loud.
- if youâre the type to be loud as well, then youâre both 100% getting caught.
- if you arenât that type of person, then itâs more so a 50/50 chance of getting caught with your pants down.
- i donât really see him having a kink for public sex? but i think just the thought of risking it just for pleasure gets him hard.
- but if you like public sex, then heâd be down to try it. obviously not when other people are around, but when people are nearby and have a chance at hearing you two.
- the only way to really keep him quiet is to either make out, or keep a hand on his mouth.
- again with the thoughts, you having to shut him up because of how loud he can be makes him aroused.
- if you arenât into public sex : the two of you would be in bed just doing your business.
- iâm pretty sure (i apologize if iâm wrong) everyoneâs rooms are close to each other, which makes it a pretty high chance of getting caught.
- iâm talking; if one of you make too loud of a whine or moan, someoneâs definitely going to hear and go check on you both pretty high.
- and that someone would be captain Curly.
- heâd be up later than usual, just doing his job. then he heard you two.
- he couldnât quite make out the noise, so he got closer to the sleeping quarters thinking a pipe bursted or whatnot.
- he got closer to the sound and realized it was coming from Daisukeâs room.
- Curly would knock, but nobody would answer and the noise would continue. so, he opened the door.
- safe to say you two werenât allowed to be alone with Daisuke for a few weeks.
- you guys didnât care and continued seeing each other at night, making sure to stay quiet.
- if you are into public sex : then you guys could be doing it anywhere. the lounge is your go to spot to have fun.
- you both definitely did it on the couch once or twice without getting caught. the third time though? canât say the same.
- this time, Anya would be the one to catch you guys in the act.
- sheâd come into the lounge to grab a coffee around 5am to start her day to see you two on the couch, almost fully nude, Daisuke undoing your bra/pulling down your boxers.
- she couldnât look you two in the eyes for a long time.
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authors note
this isnât proofread at all.. so i apologize if i spelt anything wrong. but nonetheless, thank you for the request! i hope you all enjoyed reading this <3
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Pac : Let's get insights on your purpose for the next 5 months !
nov-dec-jan-feb-mar
using safe passage tarot from "Agatha all along"
Pile 1-2-3
Hey guys hope you're doing well , chose the Pile that calls to you intuitively, know that I'm not gonna sugarcoat things because I want your best . Hope you enjoy this
For more see masterlist and paid readings
Pile 1 :
You are represented by the king of wands a very charismatic person , you attract people who are looking for growth and you are someone who always wins in all fields you exactly know where to play the cards right to win . Alternatively for the other part of the group king of wands can mean someone who's nose is kind of everywhere they're at too many different things not giving one thing the change to reach the full potential.
What's missing is an ending !!! Ending to certain things relationships, people , in order to reach something new you have to let the old things go which is something you have to learn . You need stronger boundaries , more self worth and less attachment issues .
The lessons you have learnt is represented by the queen of wands it is about social settings I feel like you're someone who easily becomes friends with everyone and that's a good networking skill. You could also be someone who is very creative and starts at everything their heart calls for .
Your path ahead is represented by death , it calls for an ending ending of doubts , bad thought patters , old beliefs and relationships let shit go and see what happens .
Your Obstacles is represented by chariot I feel in this case it's about you staying in the same zone and resisting change it's like an ouroburos moving but in the wrong places and wrong circles , cut the string , your comfort zone is killing you honey
O of wands in this case is like don't wait around for anyone not even about being ready yourself just do what you need to do end the things that you need to you can't drag this anymore dear, this could also be about drug addiction or addiction in general .
Your destination is magician yay ! You know how if you just let shit go the magic happens so will it happen for you. Just let it go let people be , only work for yourself, give yourself all, heal and you will know you're powerful, you don't need a guru you're the star itself.
Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .
Pile 2 :
You are represented by four of cups , you are someone who wants what they want and won't settle for anything. I sense a stern energy . Alternatively you might be someone who is extremely bored these days and just wants to lay .
What is missing is justice , you need to work hard rn for your dreams , but in the write direction I won't say you never worked hard but somehow in the wrong way , you might have a retrograde Saturn. You need to find what can do justice to yourself as you owe yourself everything and you are worth everything.
The path behind is represented by page of wands , your reading is like you were a very enthusiastic person once but now you have lost the zing for life . You have a great influx of ideas why don't you use them dear.
Path ahead is represented by the empress , clearly you are to start working on these ideas start the creative project take the leap. Focus on letting your creativity flow , your intuition knows , your soul knows.
The Obstacles is represented by eight of coins is that you need to learn dedication and working on something even if it takes time be it studying , art or relationships you are called to enjoy the journey and not just the victory.
Represented by ace of wands in this case I think you should avoid working on something new until you finish the old , you need to give one thing commitment and mastery then you will reach your destination
Represented by the king of cups. Mature and passionate about what they do . This infact represents a chance that you might become the best at what you wanna do . You might become a professor a teacher or a guide to people if you choose to follow this path .
Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .
Pile 3 :
You are represented by six of coins a very beautiful earthy loving energy of gratitude and kindness , you give without thinking anything part of why you are blessed with more .
Ten of swords is what is missing in my deck it's literally a person cutting off a hand honey someone is using you , the awareness and discernment on who deserves your time money and energy is the thing that is missing .
You have learnt that people will be who they are despite giving your all so why don't you apply that in new relationships keep the knowledge but also use it . Alternatively this could be about relationship and someone leaving you in the past who was toxic.
The path ahead is represented by the fool , you're in the start of a new journey you have endless possibilities you can now leap into new and have faith that universe will do the best for you.
Your Obstacles are represented by death , you're ruminating on a past relationship too much which is making you work extra even for the bare minimum you have to work to stay in your queen energy don't do too much it's not worth it .
You must overcome the queen of wands I think this is a toxic person who was in your life you said you stupid shit that didn't align with you and now you have taken their words literally , recognize who this is maybe a family member a friend or a youtuber guru idk they have flowery energy but they're unhealed
Your destination is represented by the two of cups yay a union this can be the union of your logic and intuition. Masculine and feminine energie or a new relationship:) all in all an energy of balance and love .
Thank you for reading, if you liked this and would like personal insights or a longer read to book click here .
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Hello! Glad to see requests are open! Seeing that may I get a small thing for Zoro, Law and Mihawk. I've been having the idea of a devil fruit user reader falling into the water and needing rescuing (I'm very aware Law is also a devil fruit user but that just gives extra angst does it not). Hurt/comfort of course
Hello! Thanks for sending this in. I decided to change it a little for Law's, but I hope you like it anyway đđ
Even with precautions set in place, the sea was where the unexpected could happen. Whether a storm, sea monster, or battle taking place, the threat of the water was something you could never escape. Luckily, those closest to you were always prepared to protect.
CW: SFW, gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, headcanons/scenarios, reader is a devil fruit user
If you went overboard⌠(Zoro, Law, Mihawk)
Zoro: Heâd always been protective over those closest to him, so you were no exception. Though never overbearing, he still kept an eye on you. During times of peril, he kept you in arm's length as often as he could. You were capableâstrong in your own right. However, there were dangers that automatically made you far more vulnerable.Â
That dayâs waters were vicious. The waves cascading over the railings gave no sign of the storm letting up. One wrong step was all it took to send you hurtling overboard. A shriek that pierced even during the hurricane-like winds sent the other hearts onboard plummeting.
Their cries for you werenât accompanied by Zoroâs, but his action traveled faster than their worried calls. Before your limp body had the chance to sink much lower than the surface, he was there, diving in after you.
He was never short of prepared. Even when taking one of many naps, being aware of his surroundings never faltered.Â
A watchful eye on everything and everyone, his friends being the ones calling for actions guided by the heart.
He wasnât one to hound others on things they were already aware of. The unexpected should be expected, and that meant thereâd be times when you were made vulnerable and in need of help, just like all the others.
Law: The sea gave no pardons to anyone. Your devil fruit abilities came with a burden that at times felt more like a curse. The calm waters the Polar Tang was cutting through turned dark as the daytime sky transformed into night. With night came more blind spots because of the abyss inevitably closing in.
A sudden wack against the side sent some of the crew members to the floor. Books flew off the shelves and the alarm sounded through the metal rooms. Red lights that blinked in urgency left split seconds of total darkness in your room. Another slam caused you to trip and miss the door handle.
Water started spouting through the cracks, and with each attack against the submarine the cracks grew in size. Your cries for help were quickly silenced by the rising water. The cold ocean held you in a tight embrace against your bedroom floor, yet offering no comfort. An immediate drop outside your room jolted you awake.
It would come as second nature. No thought, just action. You were one of the few who he considered close to him.
Rescuing you, no matter how often, came with some lectures, though. Even if it wasnât entirely your fault, he mostly did it as a way of expressing his fear of losing someone he cared about again.
Thorough check-ups after such shocks to the system were given, even if you protested saying you were just fine.
Mihawk: Holding the title of the greatest swordsman marked him and anyone close to him as a target. The bullseye seen by the world was drifting casually through the seas, catching the rays of that dayâs sun. The rippling water from an approaching ship didnât even cause him to open his eyes. He was still enjoying the warmth of the sun, but with the supposed enemy drawing nearer, he was left with no choice but to give them even a fraction of his attention.
The captain baited Mihawk, wanting to see the swordsmanâs raw power for himself, even if that meant putting his crewâs lives in jeopardy. However, Mihawk wasnât known for being temperamental, which many of these hecklers seemed to forget. A smooth swing of his sword and their ships sank to pits of the ocean floor.
When a shot was fired at you, the bullet was sliced in mid air. Though you hung around someone whose composure didnât break, you flinched enough for the both of you. A motion back one step too far was all it took for you to lose your footing and slip into the shackles bound to you by the devil fruit. His challengers were swatted like the pests they were before he dove in after you.
Even his lectures were articulated like advice, which you accepted without protest.
Heâd insist on giving you training to help you control these impulses, albeit natural, were life threatening in the wrong situations.
That being said, he obviously knew that once you were overboard, you required his full attention. He simply wanted to offer you assistance to prevent this from happening more frequently.
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Hello, I love your stories and I hope you can make my fun request
Can you do Eddie Munson x Death fem reader
So hear me out let's say there in the upside down (11 and everyone isn't in California there in Hawkins and in the upside down with them and while they where chilling out in the upside down when Steve got hurt all of the sudden they heard whistling and turned and see a badass fem reader and walked up to 11 and starts toying with her (just like the wolf from puss and boots yk Death and when they figured out she's actually death they somehow get her a change of heart (after she tried to kill 11 and showed off her power a bit) and her and Eddie fall in love or Eddie falls first.
Sorry if itâs long
This was actually so fun and I loved writing the Death character. So if anyone else loves it, feel free to request ( once they are open ) for more death reader. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting đŤśđť
Death was inspired by Rio from Agatha all along, won't lie. But the Death character is NOT Rio. If that makes sense. Just don't think Aubrey plaza is the reader because she's not, just was an inspiration so I wanted to give the credit to that.
Lady Death
"I FUCKING hate these bats," Steve growled. Nancy sat on her knees as she tried to cover Steve's wounds.
"What the hell is this place?" Eddie asked once he caught his breath. All he knew was that he jumped off a boat and was in a hell pit.
"The upside down," El said. She was looking around, almost like she felt the presence of something no one had seen yet.
"Oh great, so I have to fight to survive in the normal world, and now I have to survive in this sewer-type place? And this girl has powers?" Eddie asked frantically. He knew somewhat of everything that was going on, he just didn't believe it was a real place.
"Dude, I've already told you all of this!" Dustin argued.
"No offense, kid. But I figured you were full of shit!'" Eddie spat.
"Guys! Quiet," El demanded. Everyone went silent as they looked at her. She closed her eyes, trying to feel what was wrong. "There's something here," she whispered.
"Yeah, flesh-eating bats!" Steve hissed.
Before anyone could say anything, El was flung across the ground.
"EL!" Mike shouted, running over to her. But before he could come in contact with her, she was evaluated into the air. The gang watched in horror as she seemed to be held up by her throat, by an invisible force.
"What's going on?" Robin panicked. Nancy worked faster to clean up Steve.
The sound of someone whistling filled their ears. The gang all turned to see a woman walking towards them. She was dressed in a skin-tight green bodysuit, holes on the sides that showed skin, a green crown on her head, and a dangerous smirk playing on her lips.
Everyone stared at her in fear and awe. She was incredibly beautiful, but nothing alive behind her eyes.
"Poor little El, not so strong anymore, huh?" The lady mocked, she flicked her wrist and El fell to the floor. Mike raced over to her, this time able to collect her body in his arms.
"Who are you?" El asked, panting as she took air into her lungs.
"She's Death," Eddie said in awe. Everyone looked at him shocked, how did he know who she was?
Even she was surprised. She was fast, appearing in front of Eddie in seconds as she gripped his neck. Eddie tried to cover up the fact that he was incredibly turned on by her harsh touch.
"Who are you?" she questioned, Eddie blushed under her studying eyes. She took in every inch of his face, something about him was familiar.
"Edward Munson," he choked out. The gang didn't move an inch, staring at the two.
"How do you know who I am?" She released his throat to allow him to speak. She flicked her wrist and everyone in the gang was thrown to the ground. They were stuck, not able to move a muscle.
Eddie was a little scared, looking at his friends and some people he barely knew trapped under her power.
"I've read about you. You collect souls, right? El was supposed to die from Vecna but she escaped. Unfinished business and now you have to finish her," Eddie explained, "am I right, Y/N?"
Y/N stepped away from the boy. She felt uneasy that he seemed to know everything. No one was supposed to know who she was until she took their soul, of course.
With her distracted, the gang ran over to El. El was quick to use her own powers, sending Y/N in the air and harshly crashing into the ground. Her head hit the ground with a thud and her body went still.
"LET'S GO!" Steve yelled, the gang nodded and all ran to make their escape. Eddie went to follow but when he took a look at Y/N's limp body on the floor, he stopped.
"Eddie, come on!" Dustin said, gesturing his hands to show that everyone was leaving.
"We can't just leave her," Eddie argued, against his better judgement he walked towards her.
"You said it yourself, she's Death. I think she's capable of handling a bump on the head," Mike sassed. He was annoyed that Eddie seemed to care about a stranger that was more than willing to kill El.
Eddie ignored Mike's words, kneeling down as he rolled her body over. There was a gash on her head, blood running down the side of her face. Eddie didn't have anything on him to help, but he ripped the end of his shirt and tied it around her head. He watched as his white shirt began to stain with her blood, but he didn't mind.
She couldn't die, he knew that. But he wouldn't feel right leaving her behind with no help at all.
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It's been a few days since the encounter with Death, and she was in everyone's head ( just for different reasons.) El thought of her as a new enemy and most of the gang were terrified to know they were that close to Death.
But she was in Eddie's mind for a different reason. When he was younger he loved reading about death and what happened in the afterlife. He learned what death was, who death was. She's been around for centuries but never aged. Still the beautiful girl, who lost her soul too young.
Eddie often felt a connection to her. She didn't have a family, or any friends. People were scared of her, banished her, leaving her alone for years and years. She was like Eddie and Eddie was just like her. He was alone and banished in his own way, but they had much in common.
He couldn't leave her behind because he understood the pain of being alone. The pain of everyone running away, terrified. He wanted her to feel cared about for once.
Something about Eddie humanized her in a sense. She hadn't felt anything in her body since she died. She didn't feel emotions, her heart, not even her lungs. But when she was near him, touching and seeing him, she felt a beat in her chest. A flutter in her stomach.
Her body felt alive
She was able to trace where he lived from the property of his shirt. She carried the blood stained shirt in her hand as she walked through the woods, looking for his trailer park.
She felt that same beat in her chest as she walked past a small trailer. Random chairs in the front and an ash tray by the door. She walked away, the beat in her chest decreasing. With furrowed eyebrows, she walked backwards, the beat increased.
"Well look at that, having a heart is good for something," she scoffed, turning in the direction of the trailer.
She didn't knock, using her powers to fling the door right off the hinges.
Eddie was brushing his teeth when he heard his front door slam a wall.
"Shit!" He swore through his foamy mouth. He figured a big gust of wind blew through the door but when he came out, he saw Y/N standing in his house. His toothbrush hung from his mouth as he stared at her in shock.
"On-mf-e-sec-mff," he said through the foam. He turned and raced back in his bathroom to spit out the paste and rinse his mouth. He jumped when Y/N appeared behind him.
"Um, hi," Eddie said, staring at her reflection. She stood tall behind him, peaking over his shoulder. Her hair was down, framing her face. She was in her death clothes, the tight bodysuit making him gulp.
"You gave me this," she spoke bluntly. She held his shirt, hanging from her fingertips. He turned around and grabbed the shirt, tossing it to the floor.
"Thanks for bringing it back," he smiled. She flinched as she felt her heart race. But recovered with a smile.
"You're welcome," she said, turning around and walking out. Eddie followed, confusion on his face.
"Wait, where are you going?" He asked, moving to cut her off. Her body slammed against his and she stepped back. Her face stone cold.
"I dropped off the shirt. That's all that needed to be done," she said. Eddie frowned, thinking about how the only time she's in someone's presence is to kill them.
"Hey, you know you can be around people for fun, not just take their souls," the comment sounded like he was a dick but he was genuine about it. He closed the door and moved to his couch, patting the seat next to him.
She eyed him, moving cautiously and sitting next to him. "Well, thank you," she smiled. "And thank you for helping me."
"You don't have to thank me. I promise my friends are kind people, they just had to fight for their lives a few too many times," Eddie sadly laughed.
"You haven't?" She asked, Eddie could feel her eyes. He turned his head to look at her, trying not to get lost in her eyes.
"I have, I just understand how it feels to be the one that's left behind. I've studied you my whole life and you're not as scary as the books made you seem."
Y/N was in awe of the softness he showed and offered her. She couldn't remember when was the last time she got to be in someone's company.
"And by far more beautiful in person," he said, softer and quieter than before. Her heart fluttered and she felt her skin getting warm.
She felt shy, moving her head to hide away but his hand reached out. She jumped slightly at the feeling of his hand on her warm cheek. The eye contact felt intense, like she was in a trance and unable to look away. She didn't want to anyway, she wanted to stare at him all day long.
"You know, since you brought back my shirt. I think I owe you for your kindness," he whispered. Her stomach flipped as a small smile formed on his face. His perfect pink lips stretched as his white teeth were on display. She turned her head to the side, questioning him.
"You hungry?" He asked, "for food not souls." He clarified. She couldn't help but giggle at his words.
"I could eat," she smiled. He smiled back, standing up and grabbing her hand. He was prepared to go right out the door but then he stopped.
"Would you maybe feel more comfortable in..uh-" he stuttered, still feeling the effects of her suit clinging to her body and showing off her figure. "Comfier clothes?"
"What are the options?"
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"Steve, if I hear you moan and bitch about the bats one more time, I will cut you myself," Robin threatened.
"I'd like a little support here! I could've died!" Steve argued. Nancy laughed to herself as the two began to argue. Jonathan had his arm thrown around her shoulder, looking down at the menu.
Eddie walked in, his hand in hers as he looked around for an open table. He was shocked to see Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan at a table.
Steve looked up and his eyes locked on Eddie, and then the girl next to him. Eddie gave him a small wave but turned the other direction, leading Y/N. They sat at a table, with her back to his friends.
Steve raced over to their table, he wanted to see if his eyes were seeing things. But as he made it to them, his eyes were right. Eddie was holding hands with Death.
"Can I talk to you?" Steve asked, his eyes on Eddie.
"One second," Eddie said, softly kissing her hand before he let go.
The two huddled over to the side, Steve whispering harshly.
"Are you insane?"
"She's still a person!" Eddie argued
"She's a killer, Eddie. You can't just get sucked into her looks. She's evil."
"She's not! It's a job. She doesn't kill randomly. She only goes when she's called. There's some human inside of her, I'm going to bring it out. She just needs someone to show her" Eddie explained.
"You are going to risk yourself and all your friends because you want to find the human in her?" Steve scoffed, "I don't believe there's any human in her," Steve looked over at the table. She sat drumming her fingers as she twirled a knife in the air with her powers.
Eddie sighed, knowing she wasn't helping his case.
Steve noticed a look in Eddie's eyes. He was desperate and he had this soft look when his eyes cast over her.
"You fell for her already, didn't you?" Steve chuckled. It was nice to see Eddie had a romantic side to him. Steve remembered the feeling of falling in love for the first time.
"Yes," Eddie sighed. "Which I know is crazy but trust me, she came to my house and do you know how easily she could have killed me if she wanted to?"
Steve sighed, he nodded his head. Sometimes he hated being a good friend.
"Well," he puffed, landing his hand on Eddie's shoulder, "Enjoy your date. And the gang will need to hear all about it."
The hand that was on Eddie's shoulder was suddenly ripped off. Steve cried out as his arm was bent backwards behind his back and slammed into a wall.
"Y/N!" Eddie hissed, taking her body off of Steve's.
The rest of the gang looked at the commotion, fast on their feet to run to Steve.
"Sorry!" Y/N said, a look of shock in her eyes. "I felt something burn in my body and lost it."
"From what?" Steve asked, his eyes huge as he sassed the girl, who he now noticed was dressed in Eddie's clothes.
"You touched Eddie," Y/N shrugged. She wasn't exactly sure herself.
"What's going on?" Robin asked. Quickly looking Death up and down, which didn't go unnoticed by Eddie. He snapped his fingers and Robin looked at him.
"Well," Steve said as he rubbed his arm, "looks like Eddie and um Y/N here are on a date."
The gang were shocked, not sure what to say.
"And she's the jealous type," Steve added through his clenched teeth.
"I'll stop by later and talk yeah? I'd like to enjoy my date," Eddie said as he slipped his hand into hers.
"Uh sure," Nancy said, still giving the two a weird look. Jonathan kept quiet, but he was just as confused.
The gang walked back to their table, Robin looking over her shoulder as the two sat back down.
"How the hell did he manage to swing her? She's way too hot for him," Robin scoffed.
"Oh little Rob, we'll get you your own little Death lover," Steve teased.
~~~
Within a few months, Y/N was around more often. She was glued to Eddie's side whenever she could be. Eddie loved it. He loved always having someone on his arm, and he wasn't mad about the kisses that were always placed on his skin.
The gang accepted her, a little on edge at times but she was mostly harmless. It was clear that the two were head over heels for each other in their own ways.
The times she was called to do her work, Eddie waited in his trailer. His heart warming when she appeared back within minutes, claiming she missed him.
Then she'd slide in his lap, Eddie's hands landing on her hips. He rubbed his thumb against her skin, thankful for the holes in her suit. He was guilty of getting hard whenever he saw her dressed in her suit. She was Death so of course she was mean about it. Rocking her hips against him as she slowly kissed his lips.
She was his and he was hers.
Who knew Death could make someone feel so alive.
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hello, i am a huge fan of your writing on asian queer media from queer perspective. i'm a lesbian who often enjoys BL but feel like it's hard to find one that i truly connect with, maybe because i'm looking for something different than the core audience - reading your post about The Knowing i realized that's exactly what it was. i feel like my whole life has been defined by this knowledge of being different, wrong, unable to truly connect. and seeing it unfold on the screen is some special kind of catharsis. since your last addition to the post, do you have some recommendations of new releases where The Knowing can be seen in the characters?
Looks like I haven't updated the list of boys who experienced The Knowing since The Warp Effect.
Last I remember, @/respectthepetty called out Zo in Hidden Agenda as one who experienced The Knowing, and I do have to agree. He was outed and made to suffer for it.
My boy Dynamite clearly experienced it, and Fire did, too. Still a fan of Cooking Crush.
I think Nomoto Yuki experiences a really compelling version of The Knowing complicated by the expectations of being a woman. Everyone should watch She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat.
Xiao Yuan is a compelling example because of the complicated family dynamics. Despite specific qualms, I did really enjoy Unknown.
Tanaka Kazuhito from Living With Him (aka Kare no Iru Seikatsu) is probably my favorite Japanese BL example of the year, because he's conscious about it and resolved about how he will manage it.
My actual favorites of the year come from Don't Care For An Old Man's Underwear! (aka Ossan no Pants ga Nandatte Ii Janai ka!)It's almost unfair to the BL shows on this list, because this show is a different kind of drama. However, I will love Daichi for the rest of my life. I hope he and Madoka work through their issues and learn to communicate better.
My favorite Thai example of the year comes from Knock Knock, Boys! Peak's entire character arc is based on The Knowing.
The best Korean example this year comes from reigning champion Hwang Da Seul's Let Free The Curse of Taekwondo. Both of these boys are a mess because of it.
Mainland China is back in action and delivering with Blue Canvas of Youthful Days. Qi Lu definitely knows, and this one is not doing bromance.
But honestly, if you really need The Knowing, you should watch Love in the Big City. It's the most intensely personal and semi-autobiographical project of the year.
Thanks for the ask! Let me know if you watch(ed) any of these, and share your thoughts.
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⤡ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: I've added Victor into this, but I want to have a conversation about if he can be a romantic partner - or he will always be platonic?
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You're still in Fromville, not having escaped yet but making the best of it.
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ăťDomesticity to Boyd is so much different in this town compared to the 'real' world.
ăťFor example, he would be awake before you, no matter the day just so he could surprise you with your favourite drink and a pastry each morning.
ăťThe chores would be split 50/50, with Boyd usually picking up any slack (he doesn't mind at all)
ăťHe loves doing the laundry, folding your clothes with so much care.
ăťBut here... his actions to show his love are limited and it kinda pisses him off
ăťBut you constantly remind him of all the good he's done here and how he keeps everyone together.
ăťYou celebrate every win, even the small ones.
ăťBoyd is big on DIY, and loves fixing up things for you. Anything you ask - you want a different type of curtain, or you want part of the window patched up - he does NOT let you do it. That is HIS job.
ăťMassaging his shoulders at night, feeling how taught he is. This town is so hard on him. It constantly makes you wonder, why him?
ăťYou do have one rule though: last one in bed has to make it!
ăťBoyd seems like the type of person to keep everything about himself to himself. But that isn't true. He likes telling you things, he enjoys opening up to you.
ăťOne really important factor in your relationship is the challenges of town and its mysteries.
ăťMany people in town were basically betting how long you two would together.
ăťBut what they didn't know, was that the horrors STRENGTHENED your bond. It made you both rely on each other so deeply.
ăťHaving a partner means so much to him.
ăťBoyd loves you so much. He would never burden you with what he knows, but he loves when you have random conversations.
ăťIt makes things feel just a bit more normal. It gives him hope.
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ăťMornings and nights are especially special to you both
ăťSlow, careful, mindful, warm and cosy.
ăťTouching each other in some way - hugging each other from behind, pinkies entwined, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, rubbing noses together - if anyone else saw you too they would gag (ITS CALLED LOVE)
ăťKenny LOVES tucking you in at night.
"You comfy now?" As he wedges the blanket under the side of your body.
"Yes Kenny! Now get in bed you loser!" You answer laughing.
"Okay, okay, I'm just looking after the most important person in my life thank you very much."
ăťYou love listening to him; to his stories about his childhood up until he came to town.
ăťOne of Kenny's favourite things is when you read to him. Even if you don't have a book in front of you, he just wants you to recount as much as you can from books you have read.
ăťMight be kind of painful, but you two like talking about how life would be like together outside of this hell.
ăťOwning two cats, two dogs, maybe some fish.
ăťWhenever you hear the creatures screeching, you automatically cling to Kenny, you can't help it. You HATE the noises.
ăťBut you always feel safe around Kenny. Always.
"I've got you. I swear to god I'll never let anything happen to you."
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ăťEvery morning he gives you a kiss on the head and 'tip toes' out of the room, trying not to disturb you.
ăťYou usually yell at him to get back in bed
"My looooooove, I have important business to attend to!"
ăťThe bed is pressed up against the wall, and Jade says if someone/something were to enter the room, he would be the first thing they see
ăťFrom then he starts his daily ritual of figuring out how to get the hell home
ăťJade teaches you A LOT of stuff. And you're always surprised by how well he does at teaching. He's patient (only with you but you don't know that), and takes his time to teach in ways you'll understand (once again, only for you...)
ăťHe is like a walking computer at times. Really good with dates and great with measurements.
ăťBut one thing he is terrible about is the fact that he's a repeat offender blanket stealer. Absolute criminal.
ăťNo matter how much you tug and pull, or wrap yourself in it, Jade somehow unravels you in his sleep and takes the blanket.
ăťWhen you both wake up, you've practically snuggled underneath him...
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"You stole the blanket again and I got cold," you reply muffled beneath him. He's very warm.
"Oh god, sorry! We ah, we should probably get more blankets then... god why didn't you wake me?"
"Wake you? Ever since we got our own place, you've slept like you've never done so in your life!"
ăťIt was quiet before he replied, and then he wrapped his arms around you.
"That's because I haven't sleep properly before I met you."
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ăťYour relationship with Randall is one that surprises you. Constantly.
ăťPeople don't see him the way you do. At times they start to though.
ăťBut only you get to see his true soft side. The side that moves the hair from your face, kisses your forehead, nudges his nose against your own.
ăťYou are the ONLY person to make him laugh.
ăťHe knows so much about you - the way you like your clothes folded or hung up. He knows which books are your favourite, which song you could listen to on replay.
ăťMusic is a big thing to Randall, and the fact that he can't just randomly play something on his phone gets him really down.
ăťSo one night you guys make a list of every song you like, when you heard it and what it made you feel
ăťMaking each other guess who you were before arriving in hell.
"Hmm... you were ... a ... farmhand on a ranch..."
"What the fuck Y/N."
"What? Were you?"
"Oh yeah sure, you hit the nail straight on the head sweetcheeks," and then he rolled his eyes.
ăťYou laugh, loving when he gets 'annoyed' (you know he can never really be annoyed with you right?)
ăťYou know each other's favourite tv shows, colours, smells, literature and so on. You whisper to each other through the night, trying to take your mind off of the screeching coming from outside.
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ăťAlways the last to get up, sometimes he wakes before you but he'll still lay in bed, watching you sleep. Sometimes blowing air on your face when it's been a few hours and he gets bored
ăťLeaving sweet notes in unexpected places, they range from:
'hey baby, went down to do some work in the greenhouse, love you xx' to 'yo sexy honey see you tonight ;)'
ăťAnd you keep every single one of them. You have a sort of time capsule thing underneath the bed in one of your bags. Just small photos, letters written to each other, etc.
ăťSide note - Ellis is a cheeky man who loves to rile you up. Push your buttons. Make you red in the face.
ăťBut he knows when enough is enough; he's extremely intune with your moods and doesn't have to ask when the days get too much.
ăťLOVES MAKING UP RANDOM SONGS ABOUT YOU, they are terrible but they make you laugh
ăťCONSTANTLY setting up spontaneous things for you guys to do. Seeing a smile on your face is the best thing he has ever seen.
ăťLiterally puppy love.
ăťYou guys seem to be able to talk to each other mind to mind. Glances from across the room are easily read by one another.
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PSA: As I said above, I'm not sure if Victor can be a romantic partner - I would love everyone's thoughts on it and maybe we can come to some kind of agreement??? Anyway, read this how you like âĄâžââ˝âĄ
ăťHome...this town is the only home that Victor had ever truly known.
ăťHow could you show him that the way he'd been living was not normal? That he should be able to feel safe, he should have gone to school - maybe even his drawing could have evolved into something astonishing
ăťSo, in little ways you introduce this life to him
ăťHe can't remember his birthday (so you help him choose one) and the two of you, along with Ethan, Tabitha and Julie celebrate
ăť...home decor projects are mostly just Victor's drawings. The really scary ones, you ask to be put away and he obliges <3
ăťVictor is used to living with other being, but not sleeping in the same room as another person.
ăťYou would also need to get used to his blatant honesty. It isn't like he's trying to hurt you but he can just be brutally honest.
ăťPicnics in your room where you scavenge whatever food you can and talk about the funniest things you've seen people do
"I saw Jim ... trip over today," Victor says in a hushed voice, a cookie halfway to his mouth.
You burst out laughing, even snorting as you imagine the uppity Jim Matthews take a tumble.
"God, I wish I saw that."
ăťAt first Victor didn't want another friend. He didn't want to get close to someone, he knew something would happen to you. You'd be taken away from him.
ăťBut you swore to him that you would always be there for him.
ăťIn town, and when everyone leaves. You've told him that you can be his home, his family.
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heyyy first of all, i just needed to say that your writing is soooo fucking good like i was genuinely impressed when you said that english isn't your first language because I can't imagine how this could get any better. Also, it isnât only about the way you write but also the way you just get each character perfectly. That's just... woah, just woah. So yeah, I hope you keep on writing for a long time for the sake of everyone's happiness lol
And lastly, you remembered us about how you also write for the rest of the yellowjackets, not that I don't enjoy the whole "let's give love to all ella purnell's characters" thing going on here buuuut i remembered one scenario has been in my mind for a while and I'd love if you wrote about it.
Shauna, after losing so much to the wilderness, carries this relentless, overwhelming anger that keeps most of the other girls at a distance. Even those who aren't outright scared of her still know better than to get too close. She obviously needs love and comfort, but god help anyone who tries to say that to her. And then r decides to take a shot, carefully inching closer without setting her off. Slowly but surely, r makes progress. First, just being allowed in Shauna's space, then a hand on her shoulder, brushing her hand, maybe even touching her hair. When Shauna finally lets her guard down, r sees just how touch-starved she really is, how deeply she needs someone to just be there, to be her person.
Shauna and r start disappearing for hours, slipping off to somewhere, maybe the airplane, where r can pepper her face with kisses, making her feel safe. And Shauna just lets herself melt in those moments, holding r close.
my mind just goes ogdofgkditwukymg w her
ââ ๿𪾠NO ONE COULD SAVE ME BUT YOU
â summary: shauna shipman needs a hug. thatâs it. thatâs the summary.
â warnings: hurt/comfort. canon typical dark themes. implied cannibalism (duh). child loss. etc. so: angst. some fluff. did not beta-read this. + i had no clue how to start or end this fic.
â a/n: woah thank you so so much!! i genuinely appreciate that <3 iâm not planning on stopping any time soon! anyway, i hope you like how this turned out!!
out here, sheâs lost everything. you all know it, though none of you dares to actually talk about it. it doesnât come as much of a surprise that sheâs beginning to lose herself too. itâs concerning all the same.
shauna still gets her chores done, so it is not like you donât have her support in this poorly built system, this attempt to keep things under control when -really- all last restraints of control were lost the morning youâd found jackieâs body, buried in the snow, and with all that came after that. the things no one ever speaks about.
perhaps that is why none of the girls have approached her yet: as long as she does what sheâs supposed to do, why would anyone try and cross her, or potentially upset her? after what sheâs done to lottie, itâs no surprise. sometimes, in moments during which you find yourself staring at her hands for reasons beyond you, you can see the flash of a scar, standing out against the thin skin of her knuckles.
maybe theyâre scared of her. or scared of what sheâs become, out here. it doesnât make a difference. maybe you should all be scared of what youâve become.
either way, itâs not fair. you obviously know that she needs the same comfort some of the other girls have found in each other, whether shauna wants to admit it or not.
so you -with nothing better to do for the most part- make it your mission to be this comfort for her.
at first, shauna gives you short, cold responses when you try to make small talk, but you keep at it. thereâs nowhere to go anyway, nowhere she could flee to get away from your slightly awkward attempts to just talk. itâs a first step.
gradually, you notice her replies get a little longer, her posture softens, just slightly, and she doesnât seem so quick to brush you off. a small sign, but it means youâre beginning to earn her trust. you donât talk, not always. sometimes, youâll just linger nearby and watch her prepare the last remaining pieces of meat or sit in the same room as she scribbles in the journal sheâs brought from home.
sitting with shauna in silence becomes its own form of closeness; she doesnât say much, but she lets you be near her. you canât remember, now that you think about it, when she was last hugged. when she last felt the touch of another person. your heart aches at this realization. could it have been jackie? it already feels like a whole lifetime ago, that she'd been among the group.
over time, she actually starts letting you sit close enough that your legs touch. you hope itâs her way of saying that maybe she doesnât mind your presence as much as she lets on.
one day, after a particularly hard night, you take a chance and rest a hand on shaunaâs shoulder. youâve noticed, even from a distance, that she doesnât sleep well. truthfully, no one out here does. but, with your makeshift mattress closest to the spot sheâs preoccupied in the farthest corner of the room, you often notice the way she flinches in her sleep, or shoots up in the middle of the night, panting heavily.
when you notice it that night, you slip out of the more or less comfortable âwarmthâ of your blankets and make your way over to her.
she tenses, but for a moment, she doesnât pull away. her silence feels like a monumental moment, a sign that sheâs slowly starting to let her walls down. you sit like this, hidden by the darkness of the cabin and with none of the others awake, for a long moment. neither of you moves, neither of you even dares to breathe, afraid itâll pass by as fast as it has come. then, she shrugs away from your grip and mutters: âiâm fineâ. sheâs not, obviously. but you take it as a small victory. youâve felt the way she relaxed under your hold, the way she didnât immediately push you away.
as weeks pass, you notice shauna becoming less and less guarded in your presence. sheâs still wary, still sharp, but you can sense the small shifts, a quiet murmur here, a shared look there, that suggest sheâs warming up to having you close.
maybe that night is whatâs to blame, or maybe sheâs genuinely beginning to realize how much she craves the warmth of another person. your warmth.
itâs one of these days where sheâs angrily scribbling down words into her journal when shauna reaches a first âbreaking pointâ. sheâs sitting beside you in silence, the weight of the wilderness and the day pressing down on both of you. the only noise is the angry scrape of her pencil against paper. in a rare moment of boldness, you reach out, brushing a strand of her hair back from her face.
youâre not sure why you do it. but shauna seems so far away from everything, so detached from the reality you live in, that you just want to offer her something grounding.
her first reaction is to freeze, her eyes widening with a flicker of surprise, and you nearly pull your hand away, wondering if youâve overstepped. but instead, shauna lets out a breath and holds still, allowing you to tuck the strand behind her ear. as your fingers brush her cheek, you can feel her breath catch, her defenses lowering just a little. itâs a brief, fragile moment, but one that feels much bigger to you: an unspoken acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, sheâll allow more of this.
thatâs when things begin to change: shauna starts looking for you after difficult moments, lingering by your side in ways that tell you she needs someone, even if she wonât say it; too stubborn to ever admit it out loud. she lets you take her hand quietly, her thumb rubbing yours a wordless promise that, just for a while, sheâll let you be her safe place.
it becomes routine for you and shauna to disappear to some quiet spot when the cabin feels too heavy. no one has figured you out yet, although youâre sure that they can put two and two together by now: tai has caught your eye, the last time you sneaked off together and lottie has long claimed that the wilderness has its fucked up ways of communicating with her. whether any of it is true or not, something about the glances she shoots in your direction tells you that she knows. that she might even appreciate it, though that could just be because she wonât be the outlet for shaunaâs anger anymore.
after a particularly tense exchange with the others, she brushes past you, muttering, âletâs go.â you follow her immediately, of course, and the two of you wind through the forest until you reach the planeâs wreckage. inside, itâs silent and dim, a place thatâs somehow managed to become a safe haven. the last reminder of civilization, somewhere far far away from you.
shauna lets herself lean back against the metal frame, shoulders dropping in relief, her usual guarded expression softening as you sit close beside her.
she doesnât say anything, but her hand finds yours, squeezing it tightly, as if sheâs grounding herself in your presence. then, in a rare show of vulnerability, she leans her head on your shoulder, her eyes closing as she lets out a shaky sigh. you wrap an arm around her, pull her closer, and let her melt into you, feeling her tension slowly give way as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.
together, you stay like that for hours, just holding each other. shauna curls into your arms, letting herself fully relax in the quiet. you actually dare to cradle her head and press gentle kisses to her forehead, feeling her melt into your embrace, and trusting you in a way she hasnât trusted anyone else in a long, long time.
âyouâreâŚyouâre way too soft for this place, you know that?â you hear her whispering. she doesnât stop you, though.
when itâs time to return, shauna doesnât say a word but gives you a look that says it all: gratitude, trust, and something almost like relief.
even when youâre not together, shaunaâs glances toward you become longer, her eyes lingering with something that remains unspoken, as if sheâs trying to understand this newfound feeling.
around the others, she is still hesitant to be openly affectionate. in the cabin, it is only late at night, when itâs just the two of you, that she lets herself fall into your arms. Itâs the only time she allows herself to be unguarded, clinging to you silently as if afraid youâll vanish too if she lets go.
that same night, you catch a quiet confession under her ragged breath. sheâs facing the other way, letting you spoon her from behind. only this way, does she dare to open up about how everything seems to slip away from her. sheâs scared but hides it behind anger and frustration. youâre the first person allowed to see her tears.
you canât even begin to imagine what sheâs going through. all the things sheâs been robbed of: girlhood, like all of you. even if youâre ever rescued (which seems less likely with every day that passes) how are you supposed to move on? how are you supposed to live, like none of this ever happened? her best friend, who no one dares to talk about anymore, afraid itâll bring back the things youâve done. itâs like she was never here at all which, you think, must be even worse. motherhood, too, though she never even wanted it. no one seems to acknowledge that, out of everyone out here, she might just be the one to have lost everything to the wilderness.
in an attempt to comfort her, you trace mindless shapes against the back of her hand, slowly soothing her back to sleep. the letters of her name, a loopy S, gliding across her scarred knuckles with a tenderness so contrary to everything these hands have done. your own name, next. you hear a gentle chuckle coming from shauna. she knows what youâre doing, of course. you donât stop.
the outline of wiskayok, as you remember from the map. she doesnât seem to recognize this one, a little crease between her brows. âhomeâ you tell her quietly and the crease vanishes.
it feels surreal that, somewhere out there, home is still a place. that wiskayok still exists to the people, to your families, your classmates, and everyone else back there. that itâs more than just a fading memory.
âyou suck at drawingâ she finally manages. itâs the first time you can hear the glimpse of amusement in her voice.
âwhat? you think youâre any better?â you whisper quietly, wanting it to last.
shauna shifts beside you, and takes your hand with a gentleness you didnât think she possessed still.
now itâs your turn to lay back and feel. she starts with words. âyellowjacketsâ she spells out. a small smile flashes over your features as shauna studies your face attentively. then, though itâs harder to make out, she traces the word: âchampionsâ. your heart feels heavy with everything that couldâve been.
shapes are next: a tiny heart, resembling the shape of jackie's necklace, then a simple circle.
"that's a soccer ball" she whispers expertly. for the first time, you laugh. it only lasts a short moment before you remember where you are, and that the others are trying to sleep just a couple of meters from you.
you fall asleep with her hand in your own, as both of your eyes grow too tired and you drift off together.
other nights, when sheâs fast asleep and -for once- doesnât seem haunted by nightmares, you find yourself watching over her. itâs the only time you get to see her the way sheâd once been: when her features arenât tense or pained, but relaxed. when sheâs the girl you met at the very first soccer practice years ago, who hasnât known any of the things thatâll happen to her in this lifetime. you stay up all night, only realizing how much time has passed when light starts spilling into the cabin and she stirs up.
you know shauna hates being pitied. so while you do feel for her, instead of asking if sheâs okay, you just stay close, offering your warmth and presence. when shaunaâs frustration bubbles over, she lets herself scream or cry in your arms, knowing you wonât turn her away. you hold her tightly all through the waves of emotions, murmuring quiet reassurances, and she clings to you, even as she struggles to accept that someone genuinely cares.
âeveryone else⌠they donât understand. they couldnât. but you-â she murmurs softly. âyouâre the only one who sees me. the only one who wants to.â
shauna begins to show subtle signs of protectiveness over you, too: always looking out for you and offering the little comforts she can manage. even though her gestures are often quieter than yours, and less obvious, she's found her own way of showing sheâs come to care for you, and that sheâs willing to fight for you as much as youâre willing to be there for her out there!! <3
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Hello đđť um.. I wanted to say I really like your writing style and I hope you doing well.đ I'm quite new here, and I'm rather shy with communicating with people... I wanted to know are you accepting requests ?
If so I would you mind if I asking of scenario of yoriichi with a extremely kind hearted and affectionate fem/reader from his childhood, Who just like to care for those around her giving gifts and try to somehow make them happy.
I want to know how would he react around her? How would he confess to her? You could also make it a short headcanon I don't want to trouble you.
Oh I'm sorry if I talked already too much!!! you don't even have to answer me if you don't want to. Just Thanks for reading my nonsensesđ
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ÂĄ! âConfession.á
|| Pairings: Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi Ă Reader || đ¤ Masterlist
âŞď¸Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi had always sensed a special bond with you. In a world where his own family had turned their backs on him, your presence was the only one that felt welcoming.Â
âŞď¸Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi admired your kindness and gentle spirit, how you would go out of your way to assist strangers, share your groceries with neighbours, and do those small, thoughtful things just to bring a smile to others faces.Â
âŞď¸And although he may not have felt worthy of all your selfless kindness, he made every effort to reciprocate it. Whether it was cooking your favourite meals when you got back, assisting you with chores, or simply tending to you a massage.. and whatnot
âŞď¸Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi just adored the moments spent with you, with the adorable little creatures that just seemed to gravitate towards him. You two would take some food along to feed themâbunnies, squirrels, little birds, and whatnot. With him around, they even felt calm around you. Â
âŞď¸Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi was a man of few words, often wearing a calm expression when in company, yet he became surprisingly chatty when it was just the two of you.
âŞď¸While Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi still remained mostly quiet, his attentive listening made it clear that he cherished every word you shared. His face was usually stoic, with only a hint of smile passing through, but you had gotten used to reading his expressions. Â
âŞď¸As time went on, you both had matured and grown into adults. Living together and managing a home as literal children had made you two an unstoppable team. Â
âŞď¸Having each other by your sides, there was no task that seemed impossibleâtaxes (did he even pay taxes living high up in the middle of nowhere though..?) cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping, or budgeting. Over the years, it all became second nature for the two of you.Â
âŞď¸As this bond grew, so did Childhoodfriend!Yoriichi's feelings for you. In his eyes, you were flawless, like an angelâa light that simply kept him from withering away in his life.Â
âAnd you were the light that he vowed to protect for many years to come
"Y/n.." he began softly, as you both sat by the pond where your paths first crossed.
 "My soul has traversed far and wide to find yours.. In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours."
 He continued, lost in memories of you as he reminisced about your beautiful smile and your pleasant aura..
 "..and In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.."Â
As he took his rough hand and gently cupped your cheek, leaning in closer, his breath brushed against your skin as he whisperedâÂ
"I love you.. y/n"
|| A/N: Tysm for requesting <33, I sincerely hope you enjoy it! And nah, its not nonsense, infact-- my inbox is pretty much always open for anything, so feel free to send in whatever..lol!
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I just have to start by sayingâhow awesome is the name Shadow?? I feel like my own name, Ari, suddenly pales in comparison! xD
Thank you so much for giving my little fanfiction a chance! It makes me incredibly happy to know you're enjoying it. It feels like I started posting it ages ago, though it's actually been less than half a year.
Jiyan is a bit of a mess at the beginning, and I'm glad you noticed that even at her lowest points, she's still seeking comfort in things beyond her work and research. That complexity means a lot to me as a writer.
One of my absolute favorite things is writing scenes where Cillian gets teased. Heâs so humble and groundedâit makes those moments so much fun to craft! Iâm thrilled you enjoyed that part too!
Iâm also genuinely touched that youâre reading my story, even though itâs not focused on your usual favorites blorbo, also because I know RPF is not everyone cup of tea. I donât have the words to express how much that means to me.
I hope you continue to enjoy the story and the background of my OC. I'm always here if you ever want to chat about it!
Hi :) this is the first chapter of the Shadow of the Sea, let me know what you think about it in the comments. A big thank you to @cillmequick for beta-reading and being the sweetest person ever. I wouldn't have published it without her assurance that it doesn't completely suck.
Pairing: Cillian x OC (Jiyan)
Summary: In this AU set in 2010, Cillian has just finished filming 'Inception'. He has never been married, and after a few disappointing relationships, he finds himself feeling blocked in his personal life, even as his career continues to rise.This is a completely fictional story, not based on real life. I wrote this with the utmost respect for the man and his family.
Warning: Homesickness, Family Distance, Mention of Sexual Assault (not between OC and Cillian), Sexual Harassment, Date Rape Drug/Roofies
Words: 2700
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Chapter 1: Eire's Depths
Closing the laptop with too much force, Jiyan started massaging her temples, hoping to alleviate the tension and praying she wouldn't have to deal with a migraine anytime soon.
The library was silent; the only sound was the rain against the windows, soothing the last students. Even if the new semester just started, there were only a few people left in the study area on a Saturday afternoon. Most students had already headed to the pub for a pint or were getting ready for the clubs later.
Jiyan checked her phone, noticing too many messages she had been ignoring since the morning. Sighing, she opened her brother's chat and found three unread messages.
14h11: Ready for a call later?
16h22: Mom is pacing, almost started ironing. You need to call tonight.
18h42: Seriously sis... if you don't call tonight, I will sedate her and take the first plane to yours.
Jiyan chuckled and quickly answered Mikael.
19h13: Ironing, huh? Almost need an intervention.
19h13: Will call soon, little bro. Don't despair.
Clearing the table of books and notes, she put her laptop and the last few things away in her backpack.
Outside, it was raining. Again.Â
And it was dark. Already.
Coming from a country where the sun kissed Jiyan's skin almost every day, the continuous rain on this island pierced her heart each time. She was tired and hoped to get home, have a cup of tea, and finally make the call she had been postponing for the last two weeks, perhaps even forgetting what she was doing on this verdant yet depressingly weathered island.
The ride to her place was fast, and the bus was on time, something she was gradually getting used to. Entering the small studio made her feel restless and anxious, intensifying the pressure on her temples. Looking around the space she had started calling home in the last few months did ease her discomfort a little.Â
Having spent her childhood moving to different countries, Jiyan was acutely aware of the housing crises almost everywhere. Still, she was taken aback by the difficulty of finding a flat in Dublin.
After a month spent in a hostel dorm and countless useless house visits, her desperation reached a point where she considered a dubious Craigslist post seeking help in renovating an old studio.Â
When she first checked it out, she realized the studio was actually above a car repair shop, and apparently, no one had lived there for about 30 years. Sean, the guy who owned the shop, almost cracked up when she asked about costs and materials. It took her a good 5 minutes to persuade him that she was capable of almost any woodworking task and that she could undertake the restorations in her spare time and during weekends if she could live there. They struck a deal: Sean would foot the bill for materials, and until the renovation was done, she'd cover her living expenses by doing all the work herself.
After two months of solid effort, she'd managed to put in new wood floors, set up a functional bathroom with a brand-new shower, and even start building herself a kitchen. Sure, the place was small, didn't have central heating, and still looked like a bit of a mess, but the one thing that sealed the deal for her was the wood stove. It reminded her of her momâs cabin up in the mountains, where she'd spend lazy afternoons by the fire, lost in a good book with a cup of tea in hand. So, if she could bring a bit of that cozy feeling into her new place, she figured she'd be all set, even with juggling her university work and research study.
It took a couple of minutes to get the fire going and put the kettle on for some fresh mint green tea. Once she finished her first cup, she dialed her little brother's number.
"Finally, are you becoming such a loser that you're spending your Saturday at the library now?"
"It's called work, Mika. Something you'll learn soon enough."
"Yeah, of course, like I'm not living with a psychopath right now. She almost started ironing the bed sheets, Aji. We need an intervention here, immediately. Mom never cleans; she moved from Turkey because she couldn't stand spending her time cleaning. You need to convince her that you're fine."
"I am fine," Jiyan repeated for the thousandth time. "And Mom moved from Turkey because we're Kurds, and she wanted to avoid spending her time in jail for teaching her language in school."
"You're fine?" Mikael said incredulously. "You're living in the land of Mordor. It's been a week since you've seen any sun; I checked the weather!"
"It's not that bad. I'm starting to like the rain," Jiyan said, convincing no one. "And I like the job."
"Is that Aji?" she heard her mom in the background, stealing the phone from her brother.
"Aji, how are you?" her mother's worried voice asked.
"Hey Mom, I'm good. Mika told me you need an intervention."
"Your brother should be studying for his finals, focusing on his Latin test," Jiyan's mother said after a pause. "It's been weeks since we've heard from you, Jiyan."
Jiyan stared out of the window, feeling guilt and pressure rising in her chest.
"I'm sorry, Mom. It's just... I'm super busy with work and renovation here. I started building the kitchen from scratch, and most of the time, I forget to check my phone. I'm fine, really," she tried to reassure her.
"You're avoiding, little star, and today is a difficult day for you. You should be here, not alone on an island without sun," her mother insisted.
Jiyan really didn't want to have this conversation; she moved to this island to avoid this topic.
"It's all good, Mom. It's not a big deal," she said. "Also, I'm meeting new people; it's a good change," she added, feeling the lie stinging her tongue.
She heard her mom sigh. "I miss you, little star."
"I miss you too, Mom. Also, Mika, I need to go now. I'll call you next week."
"You do that, or I'm sending your brother there to check on you."
Jiyan chuckled and smiled. "We'll lose him at the first change of trains."
"Every battle has its losses."
Now really laughing, she closed the call. "Love you, Mom."
"Love you too, little star."
Jiyan put down her phone, staring again at the window. She knew she needed a distraction and couldn't spend the rest of the day inside alone. Not even building furniture could distract her today.Â
She put on her jacket and boots, grabbed the keys, almost sprinting outside in the rain.Â
Again.
Snap.
5 points.
Snap.
5 points.
Snap.
15 points.
Sighing disappointedly, Jiyan walked over to the dartboard to retrieve the darts. It had been two weeks since she discovered this pub near her place. The music was usually pretty good, and it could be a cozy spot during weeknights. It wasn't usually too crowded, which suited her just fine. She'd come in to have a soda and play darts, avoiding the regulars and the occasional group of tourists who tried to strike up a conversation.
She knew she stood out as a woman in a pub on a Saturday night, playing darts alone. That night, she had already dodged two American tourists who tried to flirt and offer to "teach her" how to play.Â
On the other hand, the regulars, after giving her strange looks for the first couple of nights, now hardly noticed or bothered her, accepting the odd loner who didn't drink beer and spent hours throwing darts. Tonight, unfortunately, the pub was busier than usual, with some tourist groups disturbing her vibe.
Feeling a presence behind her, she tensed up immediately.
"Hey, baby, what are you drinking? Can I buy you the next round?"
Jiyan turned around to face a stranger who looked like the typical Chad character from any American high school drama.
"No thanks, I'm good," she replied shortly, turning back to focus on her game.
"Come on, I saw you looking at me. You were checking me out, I saw you."
"Excuse me?" she said, annoyed, not having a clue what he was talking about.
"Yeah, when you went to order your drink, you smiled. The guys and I are having a blast; you could come join us. I promise you a great night."
Jiyan took a deep breath, trying not to get too annoyed. "Listen, Chad, if that's even your nameâI don't care. I'm not here to make friends or have a good time with your guys. I was having fun until 30 seconds ago when I didn't even know of your existence. Can we go back to that, please? Thanks, bro."
"My name's not Chad," he replied, irritated.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Jiyan said dismissively, hoping the conversation would end there, and she could get back to her new form of therapy: throwing darts.
Chad returned to his table muttering something about a "stupid bitch," but Jiyan didn't have the energy tonight to educate a stranger about basic respect and boundaries.
She took the last sip of her lemonade and headed to the bathroom, ordering another one from the bartender. When she returned, finding the new bottle of lemonade near the dartboard, she resumed her evening.
Cillian was onto his second pint when his attention wandered again to the peculiar woman in the far corner of the pub, throwing darts.
She seemed to be in her late 20s, sporting a hand-knit beanie that partially obscured her long dark hair. Her frame was small, drowned in a pair of jeans and an oversized dark hoodie. Each time she retrieved her darts from the board and turned around, Cillian found himself momentarily distracted from the conversation, captivated by her large green-leaf eyes.
Despite her efforts to blend in with her dull, oversized attire, every straight man in the pub couldn't help but notice her attractiveness.
Dermot, noticing Cillian's repeated glances, remarked, "She's new around here, lives in the area, spends her nights alone playing darts. Connor was annoyed the first night because she doesn't drink or eat, but apparently, she tips well, so we see her almost every night now."
Cillian raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Do you stalk all the newbies at the pub? Should I be worried? Should I give Connie a call?"
Dermot chuckled. "Like you didn't glance in her direction every five seconds. Just doing you a favor, pal."
Snorting, Cillian covered his blush with a sip from his pint. "I was just curious, and I wasn't staring at her the whole time."
"Sure, sure. Maybe we don't need to worry about you after all. You've been holed up in your basement for a month, and now look at you! You should go talk to her."
Cillian shook his head. "I'm gearing up for the new role, and it's been busy..."
Dermot glanced at his friend. "It's okay, you know, to try again? You're not a bad guy, and not all stories work out, mate."
Cillian looked down at his pint, taking another sip. He hadn't wanted to go out tonight and dwell on his last relationship. After a couple of weeks of seclusion, he was finally finding his balance. It wasn't that he missed her; they both knew the interest had faded months ago. They had reached a point where they were uncomfortable around each other and only ended up hurting one another.
He was just tired.
At 34, he was already questioning if this was it, his lifeâfilled only with jobs he loved and relationships that would fill his life for a few months before inevitably ending.
Glancing up, he noticed a tourist from a nearby table approaching the young woman. Dermot and he said nothing for a moment, watching with interest. She appeared mostly annoyed and seemed to handle the situation well. After a brief exchange, she returned to her darts, and the guy slunk back to his table looking disgruntled.
Dermot chuckled after a sip from his pint, jesting, "Or maybe not the best idea, it looks like not even your piercing blue eyes would work this time."
Cillian snorted. "I think Enda would kill me if I showed up tomorrow with anything less than perfect condition. He owns me until the end of this play."
"Best not risk it, then."
They spent the next half-hour joking, with Dermot updating Cillian on Corinna and their new pregnancy. Cillian tried not to glance at the dartboard anymore, but he couldn't help but notice the American guy hurrying back to her corner after she ordered something from the bar, only to return to his table before she came back. Hopefully, he had finally realized she wasn't interested.
Around 11, they both decided to settle the bill and end their Saturday night.
Connor asked if everything was okay, and they both tipped him generously. It had taken some time for Cillian to find a place where no one cared about him or his career, and he didn't want to ruin it.
While Dermot quickly went to the restroom, Cillian cast one last glance at the dartboard, only to find the corner of the pub empty, with only her half-drunk bottle remaining.
Connor followed his gaze and grunted. "She forgot to pay, these damn tourists."
Surprised, Cillian looked at him. "I can cover her tab..."
"Why should you?" interrupted Connor, waving his hand dismissively. "She's here most nights; it will be covered, don't worry."
While waiting for Dermot, Cillian's eyes wandered to the American group's table, where they were laughing and shaking their heads conspiratorially. He noticed almost immediately that the persistent guy was missing and a bad feeling washed over him.
"Ready? Conie's going to kill me if I get home too late again, and maybe this time I can avoid sleeping on the couch," Dermot said, noticing Cillian's worried expression.
"What?" he asked Cillian.
Shaking his head, Cillian replied, "Nothing, let's go. Goodnight, Connor."
"Goodnight, lads."
Stepping outside, the cold, fresh air jolted Cillian awake. The street was quiet, unusually empty for a Saturday night. Glancing around before bidding farewell to Dermot, something caught his eye. In the corner of the street near the alley that led to the back of the pub, he noticed a jacket he recognized from inside. Dermot was saying something to him, but he wasn't paying attention, drawn closer to the alley where he found the guy from inside with his arms around an intoxicated young woman. She seemed unaware of what was happening and unable to stand on her own.
"Hey! What are you doing to her?" Cillian exclaimed, getting the guy's attention.
The guy jumped, almost letting the girl fall to the ground.
"Just helping her, man," he replied quickly. "Mind your business and go back inside."
Dermot, who had reached Cillian by then, also saw the scene unfolding before them. "What the fuck is happening here?"
The guy appeared more concerned now and, realizing Cillian wasn't alone, released the woman he was carrying, pushing past Cillian to leave the alley.
Cillian quickly moved closer, trying to catch her before she hit the ground. She now looked unconscious, and he gently laid her down, checking her vitals.
"What the fuck, man, this is so fucked up," Dermot said.
"Dermot, call 999. I'm not sure if she's breathing properly," Cillian said, alarmed. "Who knows what the fuck he gave her."
He wasn't paying attention to his friend but was focused on trying to make her a bit more comfortable. After a few moments of cradling her head, he noticed her scrunching her nose and grimacing. She opened her eyes, and Cillian found himself momentarily lost in them.
"Hey," he said softly as she stared at him. "It's going to be okay, alright? Just breathe; the ambulance is coming."
She didn't respond, just continued gazing at him with those beautiful green eyes, looking a little confused.
"It's going to be okay," he repeated, even softer this time. "I'm here. You're not alone. Just rest."
And she smiled, causing his heart to skip a beat, before closing those bright jade eyes once more.
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Mystery of love
Previously / Next chapter
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summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friendâs party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But thatâs the mystery of love.
warning: nightmares?
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Noah did not remember how he got off stage. Wasnât sure who was patting him on his back. Noises musshed into one. And then the faces appeared. Fingers pointing at him. People climbing over the fences. Hands outstretched towards him. Noah looked around, trying to find his bandmates, Matt, anyone. Someone had to know what to do. How to help him get away. Reaching for the handle, Noah rattled it, but with no luck. He only heard the sound of the stage gear getting pushed around before turning to see a sea of sharp hands grabbing for him. âNoâ, he shouted, swinging his hands out.
Noahâs eyes shot open as he jerked up, throat dry. He didnât even scream out. A pained gargle had left his mouth. Leaving him feeling even more pathetic. Closing his eyes, he let his head hang low. Chest still raising and falling rapidly. A warm palm pressed against his shoulder making him jerk back, pushing the palm away harshly. It was the light hiss that had his brain shutting off before it went into think mode once more.
Reaching for the light switch Noah glanced to his side. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat for the second time. âShitâ, he hissed, reaching out, âDid I hurt you?â, his fingers, trembling fucking finger reached for your wrist as he looked it over. âBreathe, Noahâ, your hand brushed against his cheek, âTake a nice breather inâ. But he only shook his head,â I⌠you⌠I could have hit you, this might even bruise, andâŚâ, you sat up more, clasping his face in between your palms, âYou had a nightmare and you didnât hurt me, you simply pushed my hand awayâ. But he still shook his head, labored breaths sounding pained. He was finally sinking. The last show had finally made him sink.
You werenât even sure as to what you were thinking. All you could see were his dilated pupils. The choke of air. So you crawled onto his lap. Yanking his hand away from the sheets he was clenching. âRelax your fingers,â you pushed at the fist he had formed instead, âNoah, just relax your hand, pleaseâ, you whispered, slowly uncurling his fingers before pressing his hand onto the top of your chest. Right over your heart. The other hand reaching for his neck as you brought him closer to you. Carefully pressing the side of his face onto your shoulder. âDo you feel my heart beating?â, you asked searching his eyes. He only swallowed thickly, a slight tremble in his body. âIâm going to take slow breaths and count, okay?â, trying to guide him through this, being way too familiar with anxiety attacks yourself. âYou donât have to count with me for now just follow my leadâ. You started your slow and steady counting then. Hold for 4. Out for 6. In for 5. Noah was struggling at first. The air seemed to hitch in his throat. Leaving him gasping for air. His fingers dug into your sides as he held onto you.
You kept on breathing, slowly guiding him through the outburst of pent-up emotions. âIâm so sorryâ, Noah whimpered, you could feel his tears on your shoulder. âFor whatâ, you softly reached out, letting your fingers move down his back. âBeing patheticâ, his voice was barely a whisper. He was ashamed. Too used to hiding this part of himself. âYouâre being a human, an overworked and drained one at thatâ, leaning in you kissed the side of his head, before squeezing his shoulder, âCome on have a few more tricks that might helpâ.
Thatâs how Noah found himself with a bag of frozen beans on the back of his neck watching you move around his kitchen in only his shirt. It was therapeutic. Lulling him in a daze. He could have made it sexual. And he wasnât an idiot you looked sexy like this. Careless and comfortable in front of him. Letting him see you.
âWhatâs the smile for?â, your voice made Noah blink as he lifted his head, with a hum. You turned to face him, stopping from mixing the yogurt you had been crafting for his late-night snack, âWhatâs that look for?â, you asked again. Noah blinked slowly before muttering, âYouâ. You couldnât help but raise an eyebrow at him, âMe?â. Noah hummed, âMhm, in my kitchen, in my shirtâ. You couldnât help but snort, âBeat your hand against your chest like a caveman why donât youâ. Noahâs laughter echoed through the quiet kitchen before his face grew serious again.
âI donât remember how we got homeâ, he admitted shaking his head. âYou were pretty out of itâ, you had never seen him like this. It felt as if he was looking through you, not at you. âDid i ask you to stay?â, Noahâs words made you halt. âNoâ, you admitted with a shake of your head. âWhy did you stay?â, he asked pulling the frozen beans away from his skin. âI couldnât bring myself to you justâŚâ, you shrugged not even knowing how to put it. âI thought we didnât give each other pityâ, Noah pointed out making you shoot him a glare.
âItâs not pity I just⌠I wished I had people in my corner when it mattered and⌠itâs stupidâ, you shrugged before waving your hand at him. âNo, it means everythingâ, Noah caught your palm, before bringing it to his lips. âWhy donât we put on some anime and try to get you to sleep?â, you leaned it, brushing your nose against his. Noah inhaled deeply, before letting out a sigh. âI wonât lie, I'm afraid to close my eyesâ, he muttered against your shoulder. âAnd if I offer to play with your hair be your weighted blanket?â, you offered, Noah pulled away, smiling at you slightly, âYeah, that sounds niceâ.
It killed you to leave him the next morning. You scribbled a quick note, sticking it to his phone before you leaned in to kiss his forehead. The whole shift you kept on glancing at your phone. Tapping your screen every time you pass the checkout desk. âFast asleep, checked on him twiceâ, Matt had promised you when you had finally caved in at your lunch break, anxiously biting at your nails.
It was good that he was sleeping. It was bad that you cared so much about what he was doing. Denying even now that it was not because you liked him. You just doubted that you could keep fooling yourself for long.
Noah: can I get the keys to your apartment?
You had just finished wrapping the last book for the family in front, waving them off through the door when you phoned pinged.
Y/n đ¤: sus
You quickly typed out, biting your lip as you waited for his answer.
Noah: i miss Marsh would love to visit.
Y/n đ¤: and here I thought this was about me
Noah: sorry what we have is real.
You snorted, shaking your head before typing out a quick:
Y/n đ¤: stop by the bookstore
You had left Dolores and her crew up front as you carried overstock boxes to the back room. The ladies always covered as your security if you worked alone. You knew that no one would come in stealing anything when they sat by the door, watching everyone move around the store. Your head had been spinning every since you had agreed to let Noah in. You had never done it. You and Dan had dated for four years and he never got the key. Didnât even know the security alarm code. And here you were letting a man you knew for weeks into your home. All alone.
The collective gasp echoed through the store and had you doing a 180 so quickly your head spun. Dropping the box, you quickly shoved it with your foot as you hurried back. âLook at the bags beneath your eyesâ, Dolores's voice met you in a hallway, âI will make you my famous recovery soup, this nasty weather has taken people downâ, she shook her head and here he stood. Cheeks slightly pink as Dolores clasped onto his hands. Other ladies shook their heads as they too fired away with suggestions on how to change the sickly look on Noahâs face.
âOkay, ladies, thatâs enough swooningâ, you crossed your arms over your chest. âYn dear, you are about to get scoldedâ, Dolores shot you a displeased look. âI promise wholeheartedly Iâve been looking after himâ, you pressed your palm against your heart. âWell⌠that soup does sound niceâ, Noah cut in, making Dolores beam from ear to ear. âTraitorâ, you coughed against your palm. âI will make you a whole pot, Yn will deliver it to youâ, she pinched his cheek affectionately.
âI appreciate it. Book club tonight?â, he looked over the fully seated tables. âYes, Yn here hooked us up on this cowboyâŚâ, Dolores smirked but you quickly cut her off, âI think thatâs about enough information for nowâ, you quickly reached for Noahâs hand, pulling him away. âPack him some cookies to takeâ, she called out as you two walked towards the back room.
âHeyâ, Noah muttered, leaning in to kiss your cheek as you rested your back against the further away bookshelf. Heart beating fast as you muttered a quiet, âWell, helloâ. This urge to kiss him was unmatched. For some reason seeing him here. Out of the house. Back to you. If you could somehow melt yourself into his system you would have. âHouse was quiet, most of the guys flew home now that weâre on the breakâ, Noahâs voice cut through the silence between you. âBe my guest, just donât do creepy shitâ, you reached into your pocket, handing him the key. âWhat would be considered creepy?â, Noah narrowed his eyes at you.
âDonât go looking for my underwearâ, you shrugged, âAnd where do you usually keep it?â, Noah smirked, making you push him against his chest. You reached up, stepping onto your tiptoes as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a hug. âSee you tonightâ, Noah breathed against your neck, making a shiver run down your back. âMhm..â, you hummed, biting your lip. âI lo.. like the choice of tonight's read. Might need to check it outâ, he quickly added, leaning in to kiss your cheek once more before saying goodbye to the overly happy elderly ladies.
All you wanted was a long bath and a warm meal by the time you had reached your apartment. Quickly kicking off your shoes you had stopped in the hallway. Realizing how long it had been since you had come home to someone else already being there. Quietly you made your way towards the light that shined through the arch leading to the living room.
Noah was sprawled on the sofa you had thrifted. He had put music onto his phone, letting it fill the silence as he flipped through the book in his hands. And shit had you never seen a guy look more attractive than Noah looked now. âWhat are you up toâ, you asked softly, making him turn to you. A lazy smile painted his lips instantly.
âJust reading this book about a masked man fingering a girlâ, he shrugged, making you audibly grunt, âI donât want to know how you managed to pull that out of everything else that I ownâ, you whined clasping a hand over your face. âThis is an amazing learning experienceâ, Noah wiggled the book in the air, making you snort as you sat down next to him.
âWhereâs Marsh?â, you looked around. His eager mowing would always greet you from the hallway. Noah carefully lifted his hoodie, revealing a satisfied-looking cat. âYou two are moving fast in your relationshipâ, you shook your head before reaching out to scratch Marshâs ear. âI think he was coldâ, Noah shrugged, running his hand over the fluffy back, earning a happy purr.
âYou know he only does that with meâ, you pointed out. âDan never got the cat privilege huhâ, Noah huffed before his eyes grew twice as he turned to you, âShit sorry, Yn fuckâ, he shook his head. You knew he didnât mean it. It wasnât that he had even said anything bad. You hated that your ex had managed to sour the flavor between you two. âHe exclusively shat and pissed in Danâs shoesâ, you admitted with a sigh. âGood boy Marsh, shame you didnât scratch his eyes outâ, Noah muttered. âDinner?â, you asked, blinking at Noah softly, not wanting to stay on that topic any longer. âLet me helpâ, he offered, lifting the cat off his chest, and pressing a kiss to his head before carrying him to the kitchen as well.
It felt so domestic that you could have cried. The way he turned to your guidance before doing anything. Keeping a casual conversation going. But it was the way Noah would gently grab your hips as he would move past you, reaching for higher shelves. Opening jars for you with ease. You had always wanted this. It felt like such a bare minimum but you had never had it. A home where shouting at one another wasnât the first choice. Where you craved one anotherâs attention. The time. Where even being in the same space was enough.
âShitâ, a pain cut through your thoughts as you moved your finger away with a hiss. âLoveâ, Noah reached for your wrist instantly, âFuckâ, he hissed pressing the towel against your bleeding finger. âItâs nothing, I just scratched itâ, you promised. âItâs bleedingâ, Noah pointed out. âThatâs what happens when you cut your fingerâ, you gave him a duh look.
âWhat were you thinking about?â, he asked, looking for a plaster. âDrawer to your rightâ, you guided him, âYouâ, you admitted. He carefully peeled the plastic off before moving to put your finger beneath the running water. âGreat, so I made you cut your fingerâ, he shook his head. âNoah, do you like me?â, you asked right as he carefully wrapped the plaster over your finger.
âIsnât it obvious?â, his eyes met yours as you two watched each other for a heartbeat. âDonât break my heart, okay?â, you whispered. Noah dropped the towel, turning his full attention onto you. âI would never hurt you, I could never hurt youâ, he breathed, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. âProve itâ, you whispered, reaching up as you pressed your lips against his. Letting go of all of your feelings as you pulled him closer. Finally realizing what people meant by butterflies in their stomachs.
Noah reached down cupping your bum as he lifted you. Making you gasp as you pulled away. But Noah quickly cupped your cheek pressing his lips against yours. The chased kisses made you crave him even more. Every time his soft lips pressed against yours, you couldnât help but chase them as he pulled back. You had just tangled your fingers through his hair as the sound of sizzling water made you two pull back.
Noah quickly turned, reaching for the pan, and pulling it off the heat. Chest rapidity moving up at down as he glanced back at you. Hair messy. Rosy cheeks. Lips puffy. Heart no doubt beating just as fast. âLetâs order foodâ, he muttered, killing the distance between you two once more. âNoahâ, you grunted, but his lips were brushing against yours once more and suddenly the last thing you cared for was food.
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call me & iâll come
robert âbobâ floyd x singer!reader
Pictures are not mine, credit to pinterest!
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summary: inspired by âWatermelonâ by Jane + John Q Public. after bob joins a D&D campaign to make friends in San Diego, he gets talked into also joining the band that is formed within the group. Over time he and the lead singer slowly get closer and closer. What happens when they kiss, but donât talk about what the kiss meant to them?
warnings: slight miscommunication! fluff fluff fluff. a bit angsty at one point. the end gets a bit heated so 18+ MDNI!!!! Reader uses she/her pronouns, but theres no other descriptors! petname âdarlinâ is used twice. use of y/n (i tried so hard not to lol) flashback is bold and italicized
authors note: first off, thank you @lewmagoo for posting about drummer rhett, which in turn helped inspire this story! & everyone posting their Atta Boy stuff was also a huge inspiration to this!! only my second fic and i wrote so much. i just kept going and didnt stop until it was finished! im so sorry lmao. but i hope you enjoy!! this is mostly from bobâs pov!
Bob Floyd has a secret. Well, two. The first one is that he plays in a band in his free time, specifically, he plays the drums. Anyone who may watch how Bob acts when he thinks no one is paying attention, they would see him drumming on his lap, on the desk, or on any free surface. But the Dagger Squad isnât that astute when it comes to their fellow workers lives. Natasha knows but, thereâs a certain trust to be had between a pilot & their WSO. So Bob told her, and while she was taken a bit aback that the quiet Bob Floyd played the drums in an actual band, she was supportive.
Now, the secret that not even Natasha knows, the one Bob would swear he would take to his grave, is that he has a crush on the lead singer in their band. It's not just a silly crush that would go away with time; no, this crush has stuck since he first met her at a community D&D meetup.
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He saw a sign that read âNew Dungeons and Dragons campaign, starting Wednesday! All leveled players welcomed!â on the board at the grocery store a week after being stationed in San Diego. He decided he needed a creative outlet after work and maybe to make friends that werenât pilots. So he went, and thatâs when he saw her. She was their Game Master and she was wearing a renaissance faire-esque outfit. From that first sighting, he was a goner. He would look at her theatrical storytelling during their sessions with a fondness that rivaled the way Orpheus looked at Euridyce. Quickly he would look away before she caught him, but if he had kept looking, he would have noticed her looking at him the same way.
Somewhere along the way, another member of the party, named Blake, noticed Bob drumming on his thigh when the game would die down for a bit. They suggested Bob joined their band, seeing as they were in desperate need of a new drummer, the last one leaving to hit it big time. He went on a whole spill about everything having to do with the band and Bob was apprehensive at first, performing was way out of his comfort zone. He wasnât like Rooster, he didnât think he had the proper stage presence to perform for a crowd, and he didnât want to make a fool of himself.
But thatâs when she walked over to the two, a smirk on her face as she looked at Blake and said âBlake⌠go easy on Bobby boy here. Iâm sure he doesnât need a whole infomercial on why he should join us.â She turned to Bob and put her hand on his arm, and for a second he was sure his brain short-circuited. Now with a soft smile on her face, she gently said âBob we would love for you to join us, only if youâre comfortable. I know you could be called away at a secondâs notice, but regardless it would be an honor to have you as our drummer.â He sat there for a second just taking her in, from the casual way she was dressed, to her kind demeanor. He realized at that moment he was royally fucked because he would do anything she asked. He looked her in the eyes and responded âI-Iâll do it,â stuttering a bit but getting through it. Her smile widened, her eyes lit up with what Bob thought could be adoration, and she jumped up a bit clapping, âGreat! We rehearse every Saturday, usually, gigs are small just hangouts for friends or family! Iâll text you all the details.â He missed the warmth from her hand as soon as it was gone but her reaction was worth it. That night while Bob was getting ready to sleep, his phone lit up with a text.
Y/N: Thank you for agreeing to this Bob, it truly means a lot. Iâm glad you decided to come to our session that first night :)
And after replying, he fell asleep with a grin on his face, not regretting his decision one bit.
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Now after a few months, Bob and the rest of the members have gotten close. They hang out outside of rehearsal and game sessions, and theyâve even been to Bobâs apartment for dinner. Thatâs when he told Natasha that he was in a band, and introduced them to her. They had a great night and Bob felt like he had found his group of people. The thought of leaving them for a mission, where the outcome was unknown, was scary, but the idea of having them all there to come back to, outweighed the formidable thoughts. Especially when he thought about the kind, charming, and beautiful singer who made it her mission to text Bob every day to ensure he was having a good day. Over the few months they had learned a lot about each other, she made sure to ask him the same questions he would ask her. Including dreams, they had as kids, favorite movies, biggest music inspirations, etc. He opened up to her about the constant teasing from the Dagger Squad, including the âBaby on Boardâ joke. And he learned she was the biggest nerd outside of D&D, texting him updates on the latest comic she had read, the newest Doctor Who update, and random fun facts about his favorite movies. With every text he received, Bob fell deeper and deeper into Cupidâs chokehold.
It all kinda got turned upside down when he and Phoenix suffered from a Bird Strike during training, and they had to eject. Early morning, after leaving the hospital and getting home, he texted the band group chat to let them know he would be missing both D&D and band practice. He was bombarded with questions regarding his well-being, and texts lending out sympathy to him. But y/n had been quiet, that is until he heard a knock on his door. When he opened it, he saw her standing there with several bags full of groceries and a shy smile on her face. âHi,â she said softly âIâm sorry for the intrusion but I just wanted to make sure your recovery was a stress-free time, and well, I just, Iâm sorry I can drop all this off and go if you want me to. I shouldâve texted beforehand and I..â she was rambling now and he thought he couldnât find her any more endearing than he did right now. He adjusted his glasses and stepped out of the doorway, âN-no come on in, you are welcome here at any time, you know that.â At that, her shoulders dropped a bit in relief and he could see her let out a breath he doubted she knew she was holding in. He led her to the kitchen and watched her get to work doing whatever she was here to do.
âOkay so I have the stuff to make baked potato soup, Alfredo, and I also brought peanuts, chips, Gatorade, and a bunch of other snacks for you.â She quickly got everything out of the bags, putting things in the right place, and Bob was hit with a daydream of this being a normal occurrence. A domestic life with her, both of them dancing around each other in the kitchen, making dinner while dancing to songs like âIâll Be Seeing Youâ by Billie Holiday. He was so caught up with his daydream, he didnât even realize she was talking to him. âIâm sorry what did you say?â He asked with a bashful smile. She shook her head with a gentle laugh, and said âI was just saying you should go get comfortable, Iâll be in here for a while.â He looked at her and gave a soft nod, immediately going to lie down on the couch and continue his daydreaming. For a while, he could hear her gentle hums coming from the kitchen, and he let that lull him into a peaceful sleep where he dreamed of a future where they were together.
A few hours later he was woken up by someone gently shaking his shoulder. He rubbed his eyes, put his glasses on, and when he looked to see who it was, he swore he was still dreaming. She looked almost angelic standing above him with a caring smile and a bowl of something in her hands. âSorry to wake you, it just hit 4, so I thought you might be hungry,â she gave a soft shrug and looked a bit nervous to see what his reaction might be. He took the bowl from her hands and gave a soft thank you with a smile he hoped was kind, and not some kind of grimace from still being a bit tired. He realized it was baked potato soup and he had to admit it was the best soup he had ever had, âThis is amazing, thank you so much.â She gave another shrug and replied âItâs the least I can do, need our best sorcerer and drummer to get better soon! I put the rest in the fridge along with the Alfredo. The snacks are still on your island, but I should get out of your hair now. If you need anything please know I am a call away.â He really didnât want her to leave just yet so he did something that even shocked him, âDo you want to stay, Iâm sure youâre hungry as well and we could watch a movie or something?â Her eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on her face, âI would love to if you really donât mind.â Of course, he didnât mind, was she crazy?? If he could he would spend all of his time with her. âI donât, please youâve done so much for me today so please stay.â He didnât mean to sound so needy, but it didnât seem to deter her. In fact, her smile got brighter and she nodded her head.
They decided on watching Wall-E, it seemed like a good idea at the moment, but now they are both sniffling on the couch. âGod who knew a cute robot could turn two adults into an emotional mess?â she said while turning to him, wiping the tears from under her eyes. He looked at her and she was gorgeous he thought. They sat looking in each otherâs eyes for a moment and in a flash, their lips were on each other. He doesnât know who leaned in first, all he knew was her lips were soft and he could feel her breath from her nose. As soon as it started, it was over and he chased her lips when she pulled away. âOh my god, Iâm so sorry. Iâm so- Iâm gonna go. Thank you Bob.â she rushed out, quickly grabbed her stuff, and practically ran from his apartment. He sat there dumbfounded, had he messed it up so quickly? Did she not like him in the same way he did her? He didnât know, he kept wondering what happened while putting things away, and he fell asleep asking himself what happened.
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A few weeks have passed, and things have gone semi-back to normal. Thereâs an awkward tension between them every session, every band practice, and the texts from her have stopped outside of letting him know of any changes to the schedule. Natasha could tell something was going on with her backseater, but he wouldnât budge. He just told her it was nothing and that he was fine. But anyone with any common sense could see he wasnât fine, he was distracted at work, he didnât have the band members over for dinner, and he just seemed lost in thoughts every time someone talked to him at Hard Deck. But Natasha wasnât having it, so she contacted Y/N, she told her Bob was acting strange. Y/N let her know what happened, and that she felt as if the kiss had only happened because Bob was emotional. She also let it slip to Nat that she had been harboring a crush on Bob since they first met, and despite trying to ignore it, it continued to grow. Nat told her the band should perform at the Hard Deck that weekend, and Y/N agreed only if Bob was okay with it. She texted Bob and he decided it was time to overcome the fear of the Dagger Squad knowing he was in a band. If he couldnât overcome the fear of telling her how he felt, and how the kiss made him feel, then he could at least do this. And so it was set, the group would be performing at the Hard Deck, and Bob let that distract him from whatever else he was feeling at the time.
Saturday finally came, and Bob was a ball of nerves. He was sure the squad wouldnât be too harsh towards him, but when it came to Hangman, he could never tell. When he arrived at the bar to do sound checks, he saw her again and a bit of his nerves calmed. She looked at him with a gentle but nervous smile âHey Bob, glad you made it. Weâre just gonna run through a few songs, and then weâll get going with the show. I also brought a new song, itâs not too much but it will be the last song for the night.â He nodded his head, a bit lost in her eyes. He pushed his glasses up a bit and got his drums set up. After sound check, people started filling in the bar. Nat came up to him with a bit of a smirk, âI know about your kiss with Miss Gorgeous Singer up there.â She then lightly punched his arm, âWhy wouldnât you tell me, Bob? This is important information and I thought we were best friends.â She had a faux pout on her lips now and he shrugged, âI donât know what happened Nat, it was going so well and then she just ran out.â He looked down, twirling his drumsticks, and she realized he was quite upset. Sheâs guessing the two idiots havenât even talked about it. âIâm sorry Bob, but hey maybe things will work out after tonight,â she said with a comforting smile. It was at that moment, Jake, Javy, Bradley, and Mickey realized it was their own âBaby on Boardâ on the drums for tonight.
âWell well well, what do we have here?â Jake said with his usual smirk on his face. âCut it bagman.â Natasha quickly replied, she realized it was time for the band to start so she gave Bob a final comforting smile, then quickly pushed Jake and the rest of the guys back.
You got on stage and introduced the band. The show started and everything was going well. Bob was keeping up, concentrating hard and using the quick time between songs to push his glasses up his nose. Finally it was time for the new song, and he was a bit nervous, seeing as they hadnât rehearsed it yet. He heard you clear your throat as you said âHey yâall, this last song is a new one I wrote about a week ago. Sometimes you just meet someone and realize you will always be there for them no matter what.â With that, you looked back to the group and nodded to let them know it was time to start.
Iâm the watermelon slammed into your driveway
Crack me open so I feel the air inside me
Bob stared at her while playing and realized that in someway, she had cracked his introverted shell. She helped him become more comfortable. She even was a huge reason he had a group of people who cared about him, outside of the dagger squad. He quickly looked at Natasha in the crowd, just to see her smirking right at him.
Music boyfriend Iâm your yum yum
Call me and Iâll come
Y/Nâs words from weeks prior echoed in his head as she sang, âIf you need anything please know I am a call away.â And it hit him in this moment that maybe just maybe, she did feel the same way about him.
Am I dreaming or did you just kiss me
You donât know it but you already miss me
He looked back at her and realized she was looking at him. Singing this song to him. She had a bashful smile on her face, and he could tell she was a nervous.
Fuck the rest of them
Fuck em all
Fuck em all but us
In this moment, everyone else in the bar seemed to fade away. It was just them, and he made the decision to admit what he was feeling after the show. She was breathtaking, and he thinks he may not make it if he doesnât tell her tonight. She finally turned away in time to sing the last line to the crowd.
Fuck em all but us.
When the song ended, the bar was full of applause, even the squad looked impressed by the show. Bob watched her walk off stage after saying her thank yous, and head for the back deck. He got up to follow but was immediately stopped by the Dagger Squad, they were all patting him on the back and smiling at him. âDidnât think you had it in you Bob, but that was truly amazing. And it seems as if the singer thinks so too.â Jake said to him with a genuine smile on his face. Natasha pushed Jake out of the way and gave Bob a hug, pulling away she said âGo get her, weâll all still be here when you get back.â With that Bob gave a quick thank you and rushed toward the back door.
He saw y/n standing there, arms crossed over the railing and head up to the sky. When she heard the door open, she turned her head and she had a sheepish smile on her face. He thought she looked so beautiful, a bit sweaty from the show, the moon as backlighting. Her beauty rivaled that of the ocean. She was gorgeous in every sense of the word.
âYou did good tonight Bobby. Thank you for letting us come play here.â She said softly as he made his way over to her. He felt warmth crawl up his neck at the use of his nickname, and he put his hand on his neck as he told her âYou were gorgeous tonight.â She gave a soft laugh and bashfully turned her head. Before she could respond he continued talking, âThank you. For everything. You invited me to this band, not even knowing if I was a good drummer. You texted me daily just to make sure I was doing okay. You made me possibly the best food Iâve had in forever. Donât tell my ma I said that, she would never let me live it down.â He chuckled while saying that, he took a deep breath in and continued, âYou have changed me as a person, so thank you.â She looked back at him, eyes wide, mouth agape. She had tears lining the bottom of her eyes, as she rushed over to hug him. âIâm so sorry I ran out of your apartment that night. I was nervous you were only kissing me because of the emotions from the movie and the tiredness. But that kiss meant everything to me. I havenât stopped thinking about it or you since it happened.â Her speech was a bit muffled from the way she was pressed to Bob. Now it was his turn to look a bit shocked, he hadnât even thought about how she might have thought it was all her fault. He held her and saidâDarlinâ I think weâve both been a bit idiotic. Iâve wanted to kiss you ever since I met you, and after that night I thought I messed everything up. I truly like you, I think I might even be falling in love with you if Iâm honest.â She pulled back a bit and looked him in the eyes for the slightest sign that he could be lying, when she couldnât find one she put her hand on his neck and pulled his lips to hers. This kiss was different. This kiss held all of the unspoken feelings theyâve both kept bottled up for months. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back against the railing, she opened her mouth to gasp, allowing his tongue to slip inside.
She tugged at his hair and he let out a quiet groan. Just as he was making way to pick her up, the loud noise of several nosey aviators cheering burst their bubble. She pulled back and leant her forehead on his chest, shying away a bit. He turned back to see the group smiling, clapping, whooping, and hollering. He turned back towards her and lifted her face up to his, âIâm sorry about them. Also Iâm sorry I feel like Iâm doing this a bit backwards, but would you like to go out for dinner soon?â He felt a bit nervous asking the question but she just looked at him like he hung all the moon and stars. âSure, how about we go talk to your friends for a bit, then go pick up some food, and maybe finish what we start at your place?â She asked with a flirty smirk on her face. Yeah she was going to be the death of him.
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Missed Connections
It's my first attempt at anything x reader, but thanks to a few notes from @darktrashsoulbear I think I've gotten it. I hope so at least. Comments are always welcome. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Now to enjoy another Ewan Mitchell x Reader oneshot!
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It had been a last minute thing, Ewan had fully intended just to hole up in his hotel room for the night and rest with a book he was attempting to read. Heâd read the same page a few times when a friend on the crew called himâinviting him out to a local show. At first, heâd been teetering on no, but had asked what kind of showâsomething metal. Mattâs girlfriend knew the band, had even helped get them sorted out with a small label that wouldnât take them for all they were worth and then some.
What the hell
Heâd thought, heâd go and enjoy the evening. More than anything, he wanted an outletâto do something fun that made his stress melt away. What better way than to go a little mad in the pit?
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No matter the city or even the country, clubs were all the same: strobe lights thumping along with the bass of varying degrees of quality, shouted conversations to and from everyone and no one, the smell of spilled and shake liquor on top of a hundred perfumes and colognes with a base layer of sweat, the clank of ice and glass as overworked bartenders kept up with the ebb and flow of humanity in search of social lubricant.Â
It was sensory hell before trying to get through the crowd and Ewan had been firmly left at their chosen table while he nursed a drink and watched his friends âdanceâ. It had at least started as dancing and now it was a scant step up from grinding. Now he was looking at anything else to avoid an accidental eye fucking heâd never recover from. Everyone was a stranger here and he wasnât prepared for that, not tonight at least.Â
Drink in hand, he headed outside to save some of his hearing and to have a smoke. A nasty habit, sure, but one he had no intention of quittingâŚ
âFuckinâ hell.âÂ
After a thorough pat down of every spare pocket he had, Ewan realized heâd left his pack of smokes god only knew where.Â
âEwan? Itâs Ewan, right?â
A woman had come up to him and for a long moment, he didnât recognize her. Was she a fan orâŚ
âYes⌠Wait, I know youâfrom the flight to Heathrow?â
âI thought this was you! Your hair looks good!â
Heâd been dark blond the last time she saw him, not the bleached blond heâd chosen for the premier of the second season. Heâd run a hand through his hair out of habit, a little smile at receiving a compliment from a pretty girl.Â
And god she was pretty with that big smile of hers. She looked intimidating, but that could just be the nerves⌠Oh god, but that smile⌠fuck, she could light up all of London.Â
A hug was offered and accepted, theyâd become fast friends on a red eye from New York to London. Yet he hadnât ever expected to see her again when she sprinted away to make a connecting flight to Helsinki. Fate was funny that way, it seemed.Â
Their conversation was about everything and nothing. Sharing a pack of cigarettes he later learned was from Finland. Sheâd come back to London to do press for a new ep. Just like he had just finished his own press tour.Â
Over shared experience, one drink turned into two, then three. His phone buzzed occasionallyâMatt had been an unexpected friend and he was grateful. Tom was an even better friend and both liked to check on him from time to time. Especially Matt in this case. He and his girlfriend had invited him out. The least they could do was check on him.Â
âYou have good friends, they like to check on you. Nice for a night out in a loud club.â
âI do, itâs a gift.â
âAny of them here? I can release you if you want.â
âNo, itâs fine. I came with a mate and his girl, theyâre about to call it a night.â
âAnd what about you?â
âHavenât decided yet. The company is good.â
âHmmâŚâ She played with one of the pendants she wore. âI could eat. Wanna get out of here and find some food?â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â
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Which led them to perhaps the seediest kebab shop heâd ever seen, but it was open all night.Â
It was the sort of place Mattâs girlfriend had called âa greasy spoonâ. It fit: the tables were a little sticky, napkins were thin, the plates were almost as thin, but it was the best thing heâd ever eaten. Something about the beer, tobacco, and the company.Â
It would be a warm memory, he knew it already. Knew it when he brought her back to his hotel only for them to both fall asleep at the beginning of some 2000s horror movie.
A perfect surprise.Â
A perfect night.Â
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{Update} Beyond Desire | 06
Hello lovelies!
Thank you so much for your patience! The next chapter of my series will be available this Friday, November 15th. It was a very hectic month, so I apologize for the delay.
The series will hopefully be completed by Taehyung's birthday. It is projected to be a total of 8 chapters! If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, the synopsis and previous chapters are available below.
Have a beautiful week everyone!
â pairing: taehyung x female reader
â rating:Â 18+ only - m for mature - sexual and graphic content
â genre: drama / romance
â disclaimer/trigger warning: this is a piece of fiction based off of the fifty shades of grey series. this is not a parody. there are mentions of strong dominant and submissive lifestyles based on research and personal experience. there are also various psychological issues that are addressed throughout the series; including anxiety, self-destruction, blood, bruises, panic attacks, childhood abuse, non-consensual sexual acts and self-harm. this is a work of fiction and not to be taken as a promotion of the series, fifty shades of grey. this is an original piece of work. edit is created by me. enjoy! feedback is greatly appreciated.
â a/n:Â thank you everyone for their patience! so much! I started this series years ago with the intent to continue it. life and lack of motivation got in the way, but itâs made itâs way back into fruition! I hope you enjoy!
â chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 [series in progress - must read previous chapters]
â summary: itâs never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. itâs especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear Taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?
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