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no1blacksapphirefan · 2 months ago

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I live your self aware au stuffs! I think it would be really cute to see the self aware beasts/ancients reaction to oblivious reader making a little area in the kingdom just for them. QwQ

Imagine how flustered and warm they would feel to know that the weird sky god cares about them so. Hehe!!

Also, I have no idea if anyone else does this, but the J a r you can buy... I love putting Shmilky in it or the little love tent with my own cookie. I WONDER WHAT THE COOKIES THINK OF THIS TEE HEE!! >:D

-🐰🐱 (Do you mind if I take these emojis? If you don't allow anon emojis, that's okay!!!)

RIAESJDROINOSGSPF TYSM FOR Y'ALLS KIND WORDS!! I honestly never thought my silly Self-Aware AU thoughts would get as many notes as it ended up getting. Very thankful/grateful for all of you.

🐰🐱 anon, ofc you can take those emojis! :D Very honoured to already have anons honestly. As for the 2nd anon, here's your Self-Aware Pitaya Dragon :3 I apologise if they're OOC </3

(Reader isn't aware that they are aware) ((More romantic-ish I think but not strictly romantic))

Pitaya Dragon is honoured. And completely in love with however you ended up decorating the place. If I recall their story correctly, they did used to rule over Hollyberry Kingdom or something like that until well Hollberry came back and defeated them. So to have, practically a god. Someone higher then the witches technically, make an entire area dedicated to them. Just for them. Because you love them. It's just hell yeah!! If they could, they'd pay you back ten fold, unfortunately they can't...perhaps if they found a way out...hmmm, they wonder how you feel about free dragon back rides.

As for the jar, me thinks Pitaya Dragon would sulk if you ever put them in it. Don't get me wrong, they probably do know it's just your silly quirks and weird ways to show how much you love them but they want to stretch their wings!! They would love the love tent though. Bonus points if the cookie you put them with is similar to yourself. Closest thing they're ever gonna get.

Pure Vanillas heart might explode. He saw what you were doing, happily tapping away at your device as you were decorating parts of the kingdom, then when it updated he just saw an area that seemed to be made just for him. And his seemed to be proven right as you carefull picked him up and placed him there. Lord is he flustered, he can't show you that. What if you think the game is buggy and delete the game? He tries his best to contain himself but as soon as you leave he can't help but burst into a blushing mess.

You? Favouring him this much to the point of making an area dedicated to him? He is so happy and content, not even Shadow Milk can disrupt his mood now. I don't think he'd mind being put in a jar, if it makes you smile he supposes he can deal with it. He'd be incredibly happy if you put your cookie (Again assuming it looks like you) in the love tent. If only he could stay there...

White Lily feels almost unworthy of it at first. How could you treat her so kindly after all she's done? And you KNOW what she did. You know what happened to her...you know the reason. And sure maybe that's why, you understand her a bit more then any other cookie but, she still did horrible thing.

It takes her time getting used to you and how you show'd your affection. But eventually she starts going toward the area you made just for her more. Almost excited when you happily put her in the jar (almost) and content when you put your cookie self and her in the love tent. It took her awhile to get used to but she's honestly so grateful someone like you loves her as much as you do. She's honoured.

HollyBerry loves it hands down. She is the Light of Passion of course, she's excited as you finish making the area for her. Quickly running over and staying there, to check out every single thing you put in there that either matches her, reminds you of her or just something that's in her general kingdom decorating category. If she could spend all her time there she would, unfortunately she can't, you need her to cut down wood.

But as soon as she's done and you don't need her for the work anymore? She's back to hanging around there, talking the other ancients ears off as she talks about how kind hearted you are. She loves your silly gestures of love. If putting her in that jar is you showing how much you love her? Hells yeah, she's up for it.

Put her in the love tent with your cookie? Oh she's hugging the life out of that cookie, it's the closest thing she'll get to hugging you.

Dark Cacao is a bit scared at first at the amount of affection you've been giving him. And when he sees you make a section of your kingdom based on him? For him? He doesn't know what to say, he wants to pay you back and if he could he would as soon as he could. But all he could do now was stare at that area.

He's still a bit scared/concerned at your displays of affection. Confused on why putting him in a jar is one of your ways but he supposes that if it meant hearing your giddy smile he can deal with it. When you first started putting your cookie self and his in the love tent, he's a bit tense. (He's scared of affection/hj) but he grows used to it, almost expecting it eventually. Even if it's not you, being in the presence of your cookie is enough for him. He hopes one day he'll be able to see you in person and not through a screen.

Golden Cheese oh she loves it. When you finish making that area she stares at it before looking at you like "Is this for meeeeeee?" She is so honoured to have so much affection from you to the point you'd make a special section in your busy kingdom for her. She just wishes she could pay you back somehow.

Such affection deserves to be repaid of course!! Though she is confused on the act of putting her in that jar. Perhaps it's a custom you do where ever you are, well even though she'd prefer to walk around, she can stay in the jar for a bit just for you.

She loves holding your cookie in the love tent, no she doesn't care that it's not you. You made it, from your own hands and wishes. So in turn it's very special to her. She sometimes follows your cookie around the kingdom as if something were to happen with them. Can never be too careful.

Shadow Milk is absolutely thrilled upon seeing the section you've made for him. It has everything he looks, shucks you know him so well. As much as other cookies tend to ensure you think they're still code...Shadow Milk doesn't care too too much, besideeessss. Who's to say that his compliments to that area aren't just his code hm??

He is Shadow Milk, he can break the 4th wall a few times right?...hey why are you putting him in a jar!? He does not like being in the jar, you are so lucky he likes you. If it were anyone else he'd be banging on that screen of yours. Sigh, the exceptions he's made for you. (He doesn't mind, your laughs are what he enjoys listening to anyways)

Gets so giddy upon being placed in the love tent with "you". Gosh he finds how you show affection so nice. Hm...if you like placing your cookie and himself in the love tent, then perhaps he'll just have to hurry with figuring out how to get out. He'll make sure you'll be able to experience the real deal soon and not just see it.

Burning Spice he could kiss you if he could. He loves the new area you gave him just for him. Probably a rare moment where he'd show a small bit of blush at this act of affection from you. He's so used to your other displays of affection, placing him in a jar (He wants to break out), tapping the hell out of him on his cookie profile, just holding him in your kingdom??

But when he sees this act of affection? You truly are higher than the witches, he loves spending his time there and bringing his minions/children along with him. Parading it around like it's the best area ever (it is...to him)

The best way he can thank you right now is put down his axe and spend some quality time with "you" as you place your cookie and himself in the love tent. He isn't sure if that cookie only looks like you or perhaps shares the same interests as you. But he'll talk to it like it's you. Can't get you suspicious, that'll ruin the surprise for when he finally escapes.

Mystic Flour cookie almost smiles at it. She is the Light of Apathy after all. But other cookies around her can tell this is one of the things that she does enjoy, even if she doesn't seem like it.

You can tell with how much she ends up walking over to the section of your kingdom. You not knowing that she's aware. Often make jokes to your friend that she loves it and cares for it. You don't know how much of that is true. If even a spec of dirt gets on that area, she'll stare coldly at the other cookie as she cleans it up quickly.

She doesn't seem to care all too much about being placed with a jar, she doesn't get why others care so much either. To her it's just more confinement but just for a short amount of time. As long as she isn't trapped their like she was in the tree, you have no problems.

She does find it almost amusing when you place her and your cookie in the love tent, almost flattered (...almost) but she has no trouble against it either, she likes the silence between herself and your cookie. Looking forward to when she can do this with you in your own world.

Black Sapphire (can't forget my pookie) oho, you raised his ego a bit. An epic cookie getting such a dedicated area? Sure epics are still sought after in the game, but with the amount of rarities above him? He can't help but feel satisfied with how much you decorated that area for him. Bonus points if you have the other ancients/beasts but he's the one with the area.

He spends a good amount of time there, bringing your cookie alongside him. Almost giving a tour as if you didn't literally make it. Though in his defense, that cookie isn't technically you.

Do NOT put him in a jar/hj Whilst he does enjoy your giggles of delight, please let him out. There's only so much time one cookie can spend in a jar before they grow tired of it. You're lucky he loves you...

Oh? Putting him in the love tent with your cookie? Alright, all is forgiven, he'll bombard your cookie with thousands rumours in hopes to impress you, or at the very least, practice. He knows his master is looking for a way out, and he'll be right behind him when he does.

Would've added Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt but they aren't released yet and I don't know too too much on them </3

I hope this satisfies you anons though! :3 Wrote this in the middle of the like night so I'll probably fix it when I get the chance after I wake up hehe

- #1 BLACK SAPPHIRE FAN/LISTENER OUT

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #crk x you #Pure Vanilla x Reader #White Lily x Reader #Hollyberry x Reader #Dark Cacao x Reader #Golden Cheese x Reader #Shadow Milk x Reader #Burning Spice x Reader #Mystic Flour x Reader #Pitaya Dragon x Reader #Black Sapphire x Reader #CRK Self-Aware AU #CRKSAAU #I love black sapphire #I should make an intro post soon #✦ Zeros Self-Aware AU

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jinkiezzsstuff · 1 year ago

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Hello dear!! I have a request for the Radio Demon

Do you mind writing sub!Alastor? Imagine your in lobby of the hotel with your beloved Alastor (on his lap) and you decide to do some frisky cockwarming with him.. well in the beginning he has control but then maybe Charlie or Lucifer u walks in.. you decide to tease him until he can't take it anymore and ends up having to cover his moans as he gums in you..

Welp! That's my request🎀 you can delete this ofc but do as you will ~

from windigo anon🦌

i’m drooling, frothing at the mouth, going insane, i love this idea!!! eeeee thank you so much i hope this was good enough i struggled a bit with cockwarming so i hope i did well

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, cockwarming, SUB!Alastor/DOM!Reader, creampie, possible breeding kink, exhibitionism, Lucifer knows what you’re doing, he’s the devil, and you use him to tease Al, jealous lucifer, lucifer is a cuck lowkey, reader wears a dress but no gendered terms or anything, maybe threesome elements?, OOC ALASTOR, NOT proof read, LMK what i missed! xo

word count: 1.9K

You and Alastor have been a thing for a very long time, and throughout the years he’d become rather comfortable with sexual intimacy. Alastor always held the reigns no matter where in life he was, that is excluding the bedroom. Alastor had made a foolish deal with you long ago, he wanted your soul and you were a fairly powerful demon at the time so there was a sit down conversation about such endeavours. You agreed to sell your soul and tie yourself to him, complete all tasks he needed done, so long as he was your bitch. Well, that wording wasn’t used back then, nor was there any sexual innuendos in the mix.

Before it simply meant he couldn’t try to place fear into you, he always had to speak truthfully when it came to you, and if plan involved you, essentially to the outside world he was allowed to look like the boss but behind closed doors he wasn’t allowed to pull that stunt. You two ended up getting along quite nicely as the years went by, your magic side of the deal made it so if he broke his promises, the deal would be off and more then likely fatal to the both of you, so it wasn’t too surprising things went well.

What was surprising was the relationship you developed, Alastor was unable to lie to you about most things due to your deal and most of the time you approached him as a peer lacking judgement. Even when you disagreed with his plans you still still gave your genuine advice and thoughts which made him trust you. Slowly through this weird bond of trust and leaning on each other, Alastor developed romantic feelings and thank god you felt them back.

Alastor was slow to warm up to affections, which meant you normally took over, letting him keep his poise and smile you’d always make the first move, asking for consent to push further whether it was a simple hug, kiss, or a little more frisky. Eventually though, things got to the point they’re at now, where Alastor craves you like his lungs crave air. He is ravenous for your touch, your kiss, your head surrounding his cock. It’s a tough couple months during mating season because he begs and begs for you like a starved man.

Because of his eagerness for you, and to please you, he’s very kindly broadened his horizons leading to absolutely tasteful trying of kinks. Recently the two of you have been planted at the hotel, Alastor called upon you the day he got there, and privately when alone explained his plans with the Devils child, your man had always been an ambitious one, but you couldn’t say no to him. So of course you stood alongside his plans, and now you’re not only dealing with the Devils child, but the devil himself.

Lucifer moved himself in after the big ol’ brawl, and thankfully things have gone somewhat smoothly between Alastor and Lucifer, as in they haven’t killed each other yet, but Lucifer made it his absolute mission to try and “steal you away,” like he did with Adam. Obviously you were committed to Alastor, but your mind would wander to sinful places about all the ways you could show Lucifer how much you loved you deer man. Oh and you just knew how.

Alastor sat in the lobby, looking through a newspaper as he sipped his coffee, music humming softly in the background. The whole lobby was vacant, even Husk was gone for the moment, you made sure of it. Walking into the lobby from the kitchen, your dress flowing around your legs, you walked up to Alastor with a warm smile on your face. “What’re you up to my dear?” You ask softly, making him hum eyes shifting from his newspaper to you, dragging up your form. “Just a little bit of reading, nothing much my doe,” Alastor seemed sleepy almost in the state he was in, his voice was soft and lacking his usual enthusiasm, however it wasn’t a state you were unfamiliar with knowing him for so long.

Slowly you lowered yourself sideways onto his lap, he complied with your actions wordlessly by whisking his newspaper away with his magic, allowing you to scootch yourself right up on him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you played with the short hairs at the base, causing him to visibly shiver. Alastor smiled down at you softly, watching you tenderly. “I feel,” You whispered with a pause, mimicking somebody taking a thoughtful breath. “Needy.” You breathe out with a cheesy smile plastered on your face. Alastor jolts a bit still entirely not used to forward language such as that, but he didn’t say anything simply blinked at you.

“I think i’m gonna lift this dress up, and your gonna unbuckle these pants, and i’m gonna seat myself nice n comfy on ya,” You purred hands messaging all around his chest as you spoke, trailing down to the button of his slacks and back up to his shoulders. You felt him twitch against his pants, the blood obviously was already flowing to his groin. “Dear we’re in public.” Try as he may, Alastors words were wobbly and his smile looked more like a grimace.

“No baby, we’re in private, in our new home, at the hotel, where no one can see.” You cooed condescendingly, pulling your hands away to hike up your dress. Alastor dared to looked down as you bunched your dress at your hips. Alastor closed his eyes, head falling back at the sight of you bare, nothing but your dress skirt keeping you covered. Turning yourself around, you put your back to him, grinding yourself down on him teasingly.

“Y’know what to do, don’t make me say it dear.” Your voice was stern compared to the tone you held before, Alastor blew out air at your words, head still thrown back at rest on the back of the sofa. Finally he brought his hands from the resting position next to him, and freed himself from his slacks and boxers. You sighed happily as you slowly inched your way down on him, Alastors hands gripped your hips harshly, and his legs kicked out and spasmed every inch you took down.

Once buttoned out, you fixed your gown to flow around you, and backed yourself up against his chest, head rested on his shoulder. Brining his head up to gaze down at you, Alastor gave you a questioning look, sweat already gathering on his forehead. “Dear please-” Alastors words got caught off by a boisterous call, and the front door swinging open. Fixing his posture, Alastor snapped into position, positioning his legs up right feet on the floor, straightening his back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up with him.

“Hellloooo everybody! Just had an amazing meeting, everything went in my favour, as always.” Lucifer waltzed in swinging his cane. He briefly paused scanning the room to see only you two sitting stiffly. You were more relaxed, eyes littled with an easygoing smile, Alastor however was tense; his smile was tight and unfriendly, with his eye twitching. “Well hello there you two, lovely to see you here.” Lucifer smiled happily plopping himself on the couch next to you, making you two shake.

The small bit of motion from Lucifer throwing himself down, made you clench, your arousal leaking down Alastors cock and onto his pants. Clearing his throat to suppress a moan, Alastor then gave a tiny ‘hello’ to the devil. Turning your body more toward the devil, you made sure to pick yourself up off Alastor a bit, and lower yourself back down, making him sink his nails into you.

Wrapping one arm around Alastors neck, you leaned sideways against him, facing Lucifer, your skirt successfully obstructing the entire view of your sin. “Do tell Luce.” You urge pretending to care, Lucifer caught on to the strange behaviour immediately however he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it yet, so he pushed on shrugging and explaining his meeting. You coyly moaned occasionally throughout his explanations playing it off as “oh”s and “ah”s to his story rather than Alastors twitching cock.

Leaning forward Alastor stuck his blushing face in your hair, breathing heavily into it. “Is he doing okay?” Lucifer asked suddenly, quirking a brow at Alastor. Around your waist Alastors arms tightened, and his legs once again spread and splayed out a bit allowing him more space. Alastor felt pitiful, but in a way he loved it, only you had this power and nobody else, he could live with that. Alastor was too blitzed out to realise he’d subtly humped up into you, needing some sort of release. Playing with Alastors hair, you shrugged your shoulders at the devil, your poise still in tacked.

“Yes, I do believe he’s a little sickly.” Lucifer noticed the twitch in Alastors hips now, his eyes growing in size every so slightly. “Yknow i just want to stay something Lucifer,” You begin to say, eyeing Al from your peripheral, seeing his eyes closed. “I really think we ought to stop with the battle, Alastor treats me very well, very good,” You purr fixing your posture, making Alastor groan into your hair.

“I think it’s time to stop with the whole ‘i could take your partner’ shtick.” You say sharply, with finality, Lucifers eyes at this point were flicking back and forth between the two of you, a prominent blush on his face. You grinned cheekily once again and shifted again trying to fix yourself to face forward again, as you did so you heard Lucifer take a breath to speak, but it got interrupted by a guttural groan from Alastor.

Without warning Alastors legs flexed his hips jerking involuntarily up against you, it caught you off guard and made you gasp and moan. It didn’t stop after one thrust, Alastor sunk his teeth into your shoulder jerking his hips up into you, panting and groaning without care. With one forceful thrust and growl, you whined feeling him force himself against you fully, cumming far up into you, stealing your breath. Lucifer watched bug eyed and taken aback, he never saw Alastor so pleasured, now he felt a ping of jealousy; before this moment he wanted to steal you away to show you how much better he can fuck you compared to Alastor, now he wanted you to fuck him and make him feel the way Alastor felt now.

Alastors form grew demonic, stretching and contorting, you still in his lap. You didn’t move an inch as he contorted, not afraid of Alastor what so ever. Alastors neck snapped inhumanely to Lucifer. “You are to never speak of this again.” Alastors voice didn’t sound like his own when he spoke, and whether or not Lucifer was truly scared didn’t matter as he fumbled, stuttered and then stumbled off covering his eyes and apologising. With the snap of his fingers, Alastor magicked the two of you in the safety of his radio tower, where no one dared to enter unwelcomed. “Dear, that was unacceptable. But amusing, you get away with this little fiasco only because it was Lucifer you did it in front of.”

Alastor growled at you demonic form on display, smile stretched, he had your cheeks tightly pinched in between his nails. Shrugging your shoulders, you tiptoed up to give his teeth a coy kiss. “Whatever maybe now he’ll leave us alone.”

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neptunsx · 1 month ago

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When the Truth Texts Back | Y.JW

⤷ genre: angst.

⤷ synopsis: jungwon as your boyfriend who cheated on you.

Jungwon was always the one everyone liked.

He didn’t have to try hard. He just existed, and people followed. Girls at school called him dreamy. He had that quiet, magnetic presence, kind of mysterious, always a little hard to read. He wasn’t loud like the other boys, but he was confident. When he spoke, people listened. And when he smiled, people melted.

And somehow… he chose me.

At first, it felt unreal. I’d watch girls glance at him when we were out and I’d think, He’s mine. He picked me. That kind of pride, stupid and sweet, it makes you ignore the little things. Like the way he didn’t always introduce me to people when they came up to talk to him. Or how he’d act cold in public, like affection was something to be hidden, something embarrassing.

I told myself he was just private. That not everyone loves loudly.

But I loved him loudly. And for a while, he let me.

He’d kiss my wrist when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, he’d give me expensive gifts, drive me home…all the things that guys do that make you think, “he is in love with me.”

And when we were good, we were so good.

But when we weren’t? It was like walking on glass barefoot. No blood yet, but you knew it was coming.

He didn’t like it when I went out without telling him. Didn’t like my guy friends, even if he’d met them. If I took too long to respond, he’d go quiet. Passive aggressive. Make jokes that didn’t feel like jokes.

But when I brought it up? He’d make me feel like I was crazy.

“I’m just protective, baby.” he’d whisper into my hair. “I can’t help it. You’re mine.”

At first, I liked that possessiveness. It made me feel wanted. Needed. Like someone couldn’t bear to lose me.

I didn’t realize it meant he didn’t trust me. Maybe because he also didn’t trust himself.

One evening, we were curled up in his room, his head on my shoulder as he scrolled on his phone. He was tired. I could tell by the way his eyes fluttered shut every now and then. Eventually, he dozed off, phone still in his hand, screen dimming and lighting up again with notifications.

That’s when I saw her name.

A girl I didn’t know. Minseo.

Curiosity wasn't the reason I picked up his phone. Instinct was. You know that gut feeling? The one you can’t explain? That was it.

I tapped into the messages. The thread was brief. Too brief.

Minseo: Let's meet near campus? You’re free this weekend right? Jungwon: Yeah, let's catch up. It's been forever.

That’s where it started. But I knew that wasn’t the beginning. I could tell by the way the tone was already familiar. Comfortable. Like they’d been talking for days, maybe weeks.

He had deleted the rest.

I put the phone down and sat there in silence, heart pounding like I had just stolen something. It didn’t make sense. He had nothing to hide… right?

Then why hide it?

I asked him about it the next day. Softly. Carefully.

“Who’s Minseo?”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t panic. Just looked at me with those unreadable eyes and said, “She’s just a friend. From university. Haven’t seen her in ages.”

“That’s cool...” I said. “Why’d you delete your messages with her?”

His smile faltered. Barely. But I caught it.

“I knew you’d overthink it. It’s nothing. I didn’t want to deal with a fight over nothing.”

“But if it’s nothing...” I said, voice tightening, “why would I be mad?”

He didn’t answer.

“If I did that” I continued, “if I deleted messages with some guy and told you we were just ‘catching up,’ you’d lose your mind.”

Still no answer. Just a long, frustrated sigh and, “God, Y/N, can you not make this into a thing?”

That night, I cried in the shower so he wouldn’t hear. I told myself I was being dramatic. That love requires trust. That he hadn’t done anything.

But something inside me already knew. I just didn’t have proof yet.

The days after were weird. Off-balance.

Some moments, he was clingy, more than usual. Texting me out of nowhere. Showing up to my place with snacks and saying he missed me. Kissing me like he was trying to prove something.

Other moments, he was cold. Distant. Taking hours to reply. Cancelling on me. Picking fights over nothing.

I was dizzy from it. Tired. I couldn’t tell which version of him I’d get.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. That message thread. That missing conversation.

So one night, when I couldn’t sleep and the doubt was louder than my own heartbeat, I found her on Instagram. I stared at her profile for a long time, fingers shaking.

And then I typed:

“Hi, I know this is random but… I’m Jungwon’s girlfriend. I know you two went out and I just wanted to ask if anything happened between you two. I’m not trying to cause drama, I just want to be sure.”

She replied the next afternoon.

“Wait, what? You’re still dating him?” “He told me you guys broke up.” “I’m really sorry, but yeah… we hooked up.”

I dropped my phone. Literally dropped it. My hands went numb. I read her message over and over, as if I could force the meaning to change.

He told her we broke up.

And then he slept with her.

My vision blurred. I forgot how to breathe. I couldn’t even cry, my body just kind of froze.

He lied. He cheated. And then he came back to me like nothing happened.

I didn’t sleep the night I found out.

Even after the tears dried and the anger settled into something quieter, heavier. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling. Cold, silent, replaying everything he ever said to me. Every “I love you,” every “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

He did.

And worse? He planned to keep it from me. To hold my hand, to kiss me, to come over my house, sit on my bed and have sex with me like nothing ever happened.

I stared at his name in my messages for a long time.

Then I typed:

“Come by my place. I need to talk to you.”

It was short. Direct. No emojis. No “baby.” No “please.”

He replied fast.

“On my way.”

Ten minutes later, I heard the quiet rumble of his car pull up outside. The same car we used to sit in for hours, listening to songs and eating food. The car we kissed in after our first real date. The car where he whispered, “I think I’m falling for you.”

I stepped outside. The air was still. Almost too quiet, like the world was holding its breath.

Jungwon was in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel. When he saw me, he smiled softly…nervously.

I opened the door and slid in without a word.

“Hey.” he said, voice soft. “You okay?”

I didn’t answer right away. Just stared out the windshield. My hands were clenched in my lap, nails digging into my skin. My voice came out low. Even.

“I talked to her.”

His expression froze.

“Minseo.” I added, turning to look at him. “I texted her. Just to be sure.”

Silence.

“She said you told her we broke up.” I swallowed. “And then you slept with her.”

He stared at the steering wheel like maybe if he didn’t look at me, it wouldn’t be real.

His jaw tightened. “I… I didn’t think you’d find out.”

I laughed under my breath. It wasn’t funny. It was the saddest sound I’d ever made. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“I’m sorry, I-” he said quickly, finally turning to me. “Y/N, it just happened. I didn’t—she didn’t mean anything, I swear��”

“But I did!”

He stopped.

“I meant everything to you! That’s what you told me! That’s what you kept saying while you were lying to me, touching me like nothing happened!”

“I didn’t want to lose you.” he said, and his voice cracked.

“You did lose me!” I yelled. “The second you made that choice!”

Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. Not in front of him. Not again.

“I loved you Jungwon.” I said. “So much. And you broke me.”

“I can fix it.” he said, reaching for my hand. “Don’t give up on me, please—”

I pulled away.

“No. You don’t get to fix it. You made this mess. And now you have to live with it.”

His jaw clenched, frustration flashing across his face. “You act like I’m the only one who messed up.”

I turned slowly. “What did you just say?”

“You’re not perfect either.” he snapped, voice rising. “You always doubted me. Always assumed the worst. Do you know how exhausting that was?”

My eyebrows shot up. “You lied to me. Cheated on me. And now you're trying to flip it on me because I didn’t trust you enough? You made me feel crazy for things you were actually doing.”

He looked away, gripping the steering wheel like it could anchor him. “If you weren’t so distant lately, so cold- maybe I wouldn’t have…”

I let out a sharp breath. “I was distant?! All the times I texted you, called you, trying to ask you to go out or come over and you were GHOSTING me for HOURS, or cancelling our plans to, who knows, go out with your new slut? And now it’s my fault you couldn’t keep it in your pants?”

“I didn’t mean it like that-”

“You meant exactly what you said.” I cut in, voice shaking with anger. “You wanted a reason to justify it. And instead of talking to me, you ran to someone else and lied about us to get what you wanted.”

His silence was loud. Heavy. And telling.

I reached for the door handle.

“I hope she was worth it.” I said, stepping out of the car and slamming the door.

He called my name once, soft and broken, but I didn’t turn around.

I walked back inside.

And I didn’t look back.

I don’t know how long it’ll take for this to stop hurting. But I know it will.

Because the version of him I loved doesn’t exist anymore.

Or maybe it never did.

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hgfictionwriter · 2 months ago

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Revelations: Part Eight

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: It's time for you to take serious steps to move on. But a drunken call from Jessie one night threatens to dismantle everything you've built.

Warnings: Angst. Language. Intoxication. Mentions of sex.

A/N: The rest of the series is here.

A new email arrived in your inbox at work and you shifted your attention to see what it was about.

Your stomach fell as you read it.

The company's annual family appreciation event. Free passes to the amusement park, catered lunch, kid stations, the whole deal.

An image of you, Jessie and Zoie going flashed in your mind, but you quickly and urgently dismissed it.

You silently huffed at your subconsciousness's inclinations. You were frustrated with yourself about it.

Never mind the dinosaur t-shirt you recently bought.

You groaned at your desk and rubbed your face as you reflected on it. You'd been out and about and came across a little dinosaur shirt at the store. Zoie had gone on and on about dinosaurs at the park that day.

You'd stopped, examined it, your hand lingering on it before you forced yourself to drop it and move on. However, you found yourself winding back to it.

You even took a picture of it and sent it to Jessie.

"I know this is weird. But would Zoie like this? And what is her size?"

Jessie didn't seem fazed at all, telling you Zoie's size and that she'd love it.

You'd bought the shirt without thinking through the rest. What were going to do? Meet Jessie to drop it off?? Mail it? You were backsliding again.

You'd eventually settled on coordinating with Jessie - telling her you'd leave it for her in the lobby of your building and buzz her in.

You got the sense she was disappointed, but she didn't protest. Instead, she subsequently sent you a picture of Zoie beaming and wearing the new shirt.

"I think it's safe to say she loves it. Thank you again. And Zo says 'thank you' too."

You never replied.

Now, here you were sitting at work thinking about corporate-initiated family festivities.

Get a fucking grip.

You pulled out your phone and opened up one of your dating apps to see if there was anyone interesting and new.

Truthfully, the whole experience was tedious and unpleasant. Jessie and you had often joked in the past after how neither of you had the strength to survive this kind of dating, yet, here you were doing what you could to make it work.

The struggle to find the right photos, the right quips, to sum up your whole identity and your preferences in a few short lines - it was rough. Then flipping through prospective matches and having to make snap judgements just made you weary and jaded.

There were a few people you'd chatted with, a few you even met up with, but for the most part, conversation was dry and uninspiring. Was it possible that you were part of the problem? Maybe, but that was reflection for another day.

That said, there was one person who'd piqued your interest. They were witty, interesting and, hey, they were cute. Her name was Brook.

She was quick to ask you out, but you'd put up barriers telling her you needed to take things slow.

While, yes, you were here to force yourself to move on, you didn't want to do it at someone else's expense.

So, you were honest - as honest as you could be without dumping everything on her. You still had feelings for your ex, but there was no going back. You wanted to explore new connections, but it would be a while until you could commit. You couldn't make any promises.

She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she appreciated your candor and told you some very flattering things that actually fanned the tiny embers that apparently still existed deep in your chest.

So, you'd kept talking.

You glanced up to your monitor, seeing the family appreciation email still up. You sighed gruffly and deleted it with a resounding click before opening your conversation with Brook.

You scrolled up through your messages with her and felt a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you reread your exchange. Maybe there was hope for you still.

"Hey, are you free this weekend?"

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Your first date - real date with her - went well. You didn't go to a fancy restaurant or anything, instead you went to a local brewery, shared a meal from a food pod and all in all it was a casual, good evening. Even fun.

She walked you to your bus stop and you let her give you a kiss. It was firm, but sweet, and strange. You hadn't kissed anyone but Jessie in years.

You weren't supposed to.

You angrily pushed the self-pitying sentiment aside and smiled at Brook, wishing her a good night. She promised to text.

And sure enough, she did. You were getting ready for bed when she texted you saying she had a great time and hoped you could do it again soon - but no pressure.

You climbed into bed with a sigh.

You looked up at the ceiling and couldn't help but compare memories. You told yourself not to, but you'd spent all evening fighting off thoughts of Jessie to stay in the moment with Brook and inevitably your resolve faded.

Your first talks and dates with Jessie were electric. You were giddy. It felt magnetic. You couldn't get your mind off of her.

You'd sighed climbing into bed after your first date with Jessie. A dreamy sigh, not one conflicted and tired like the one you released minutes before.

Your date with Brook was nice. She was nice. But it wasn't the same.

'And it's not meant to be the same' - you sternly reminded yourself. Not everything was going to start off with vibrant energy.

So you texted her back.

Another series of texts turned into a second date. Which turned into a third. Which turned into a fourth, and into you spending the night.

Never mind your first kiss with someone after Jessie. Your first time after her? Well. It was fine.

There was nothing explicitly bad or wrong about it. Brook had done all the right things, but it just felt...okay.

Try as you might, your mind was flooded with thoughts of Jessie as Brook rocked on top of you, filling you, caressing you, kissing you in ways that were so familiar and entirely not.

Even as you later rode her and she moaned your name, your mind drifted back to Jessie. The way she felt under you, the way held you, the way she looked up at you, the things she said. How connected you two felt.

Brook wrapped an arm around your waist later that night as you two laid there spent and naked. You tried to relax, but she felt too warm and suffocating around you. You'd smiled politely as you extracted yourself from her bed and cleaned yourself up.

You barely slept that night and were quick to leave in the morning. From the look on her face, she knew this might've turned into a one night stand.

Honestly, you weren't sure if it would be. But again, you made no promises that you couldn't keep.

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You were resetting your life, which meant it couldn't be just about work or dating or even friends. You needed 'me' time as well. You'd dropped your hobbies since the break-up and it was time for you to lean back in.

You stepped into the craft store and began to make your way through when movement out of the corner of your eye drew your attention.

You turned with a frown and immediately caught sight of someone on the far side of the store's half-height aisle walls looking very determinedly at the goods before them.

Jessie. Fucking Jessie.

Are you kidding?

You stopped dead in your tracks. Part of you almost got you to turn on your heel and leave in a panic, but another part of you grounded you. You were an adult - you were both adults - surely you could run into each other in a store and not have a full on meltdown.

You could do this. It was Jessie. Just Jessie. And you weren't going to be chased out of a store because of her presence.

In the time it'd taken you to come to this resolution, she'd braved another look your way and upon meeting your gaze, subtly ducked momentarily and urgently dropped her gaze back to the skeins of yarn in front of her and busied herself examining them.

A frown crossed your face in disbelief. She was blatantly ignoring you? Now you were irritated with her - and yourself for caring.

For fuck's sake. After all you shared you'd think you could co-exist in a public space. And what had you done wrong in your last interaction that caused her to do this?

Your feet, perhaps fueled by self-righteous indignance, pulled you towards her. You rounded the shelves before your mind could put a halt to this.

As you approached, she was still feigning looking through things, albeit, in a frazzled and jittery way, even fumbling the yarn she was holding onto the floor. She let out a small noise at her clumsiness and picked it up with such speed that it sent wispy hairs astray.

She laughed nervously, blushing already as she smiled at you and clutched the yarn to her body.

"Hi," she greeted awkwardly. You maintained your scrutinizing frown and returned an admittedly curt 'hi', feeling like you were on some kind of autopilot.

She smiled timidly and repeated her greeting softly, "Hi." This time giving you a half wave before slowly dropping her hand and blushing deeper.

Whatever animosity you'd felt a moment before faded as she gave you this soft, goofy smile.

"You know, it's not a crime to say 'hi' to me," you said, calling it out as you casually crossed your arms and relaxed your stance.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. "I know," she admitted before looking at you and seeming more centered already. "I just - I got nervous. And I didn't know if you wanted to - you know."

"It's just me, Jess," you said quietly. She gave you a soft smile and a nod.

"I know. It was stupid." She took a breath and refreshed her posture. "So, how are you?"

What was meant to just be a brief acknowledgement of each other's existence turned into a full on conversation. You two chatted, catching up, and things grew surprisingly easy once more. Though, you very purposefully side-stepped particular updates from your life, but gave her the highlights otherwise.

You weren't sure how much time had passed until she closed her eyes and made a face.

"I didn't even ask you what you were shopping for. So rude of me," she apologized and it drew a laugh out of you.

"It's totally fine. I was actually going to try out some clay sculpting." The sentence was barely out of your mouth when her face lit up.

"I was going to try that! I was actually going to check out some supplies before I left," she said eagerly before catching herself and withdrawing. A blush began to form on her cheeks and she scratched distractedly behind her ear as she looked away.

"Well, do you wanna...," you trailed off as you vaguely pointed to that section of the store. She nearly did a second take, but quickly nodded her head in acceptance and you found yourselves wandering over together and talking through your projects.

Eventually, there wasn't more to say about them and you both had armloads of supplies in hand.

"So, um, what are you up to after this? I mean, I guess sculpting," she asked with a self-deprecating smirk before her eyes snapped open in latent alarm. "Not that I'm trying to pry or invite myself or anything," she readily defended.

You gave her a patient smile and quashed the feelings of guilt that started to seep up inside of you.

"Actually, I'm going to grab dinner with a friend," you said simply and hoped that she bought it. She had no reason not to. How would she know it would be anything other than a friend - certainly not a new date. For some reason you felt compelled to fill the non-existent silence. "I've been wanting to go to that new restaurant on Division - you know, the chef's brother owns that farm just outside of town so gets most of his produce and stuff there."

"Oh my gosh, I know exactly which place you're talking about," she said enthusiastically, leaning forward on the balls of her feet and lighting up once again. "Janine and I went there last week. It was great," she told you brightly and you couldn't help but smile in response.

"They have this chickpea dish - I think you'd really like it." Her sentence ended in a clipped fashion as she settled back onto her heels and a subdued expression replaced the one of excitement. "Um, yeah, anyway. I hope you enjoy it," she said with a tight smile.

Despite barely talking for months, it seemed your interests still aligned and chemistry was easily restored if you both allowed it.

But it wasn't that simple anymore.

You nodded. "I'm sure I will."

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“Are you a big soccer fan?”

Your eyes snapped over from the TV in the corner of the bar to your date that sat across from you.

This was Melissa. The dinner date a couple of weeks ago went well, but things were still new. Brook was still around, but had yet to turn into anything exclusive.

You exhaled into a laugh as you glanced back to the screen briefly before refocusing on Melissa.

“Not as much anymore,” you replied with a quiet smile.

“Yeah, I never really got into it,” Melissa said as she peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the game. “This place doesn’t normally air these matches, so between that and the stray jerseys I’m seeing around, I’m guessing it’s a pretty big match.”

She was right. This wasn’t a Thorns bar by any means, but it’s hard to escape the hype when the local team is playing for the Championship title and on home turf no less.

You hadn’t been planning on watching the game. But with it playing in the corner, you couldn’t help but be drawn to it. Or at least a particular player whose form and run you could spot anywhere.

A player who you may have sent a ‘good luck’ text to earlier today.

You shrugged a shoulder. “Whoever wins tonight wins the trophy.”

She gave you an expression of understanding and you carried on with your evening together.

You were calling it a night as the game was ending. You were chatting outside of the bar about to go your separate ways when morose fans slowly filed out the bar and elsewhere down the street.

“Guess they didn’t make a comeback,” Melissa commented.

Your heart sunk for Jessie and the team. You tried not to think about being there.

“Guess not.”

You were sitting at home a while later drinking a late night tea and reading when your phone buzzed. You ignored it, not feeling compelled enough to check it.

A number of seconds later it buzzed again. This time you set your book down in your lap with a frown and looked at your phone.

You shoulders immediately set back as you read Jessie’s name on your phone attached to not one, but two messages.

Your hand shot out to the device, but slowed when you realized she was probably just commenting on the game. She’d already thanked you earlier.

You exhaled silently as you opened the messages.

“I miss you.”

“I know I shouldn’t say anything.”

Your mouth fell open as you read her message. You read it again. Double checked it was her and read it once more.

A lump formed in your throat and you swallowed it. Maybe she didn’t mean to send it to you.

You were seeing other people. Maybe she was too.

You hated how much that thought bothered you.

Studying the message again, you knew in the pit of your stomach that it wasn’t for someone else.

What were you supposed to say? It’d been months since you’d talked that way to each other. Not since the summer.

You vaguely recognized how you were debating specifically what to say - not whether you missed her too or not.

Despite your efforts, turns out it was still second nature to miss her right back.

You closed your phone, subtly impressed with your self control and you subconsciously began busying yourself around the apartment.

The distractions were effective for only so long. You eventually found yourself pulled back towards your phone, strangely - and obnoxiously - disappointed to not see another message from her.

Against your better judgement, you gave in.

“Sorry the result didn’t turn out better tonight. You guys played great though.”

That was acceptable, right? Neutral. Civil. Polite. You acknowledged her without reciprocating or encouraging her sentiment, but without denying it either.

The conversation ceased.

You ignored the weight of disappointment in your stomach and instead focused on your progress.

You texted Melissa for good measure.

You’d just gotten into your sleep shirt and shorts when your phone began to buzz repeatedly against your nightstand.

A perplexed frown crossed your face. It was late. Really late.

You walked over to it and your blood ran cold as you saw Jessie’s name and picture on your screen.

Your hand instinctually reached out, but hovered over the device, fingers outstretched and uncertain.

The buzzing continued before the screen went black and the room went quiet.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and your hand fell listlessly to your side.

You stood motionless, mind still processing when suddenly your senses flared once more as your phone lit up again with another call from her.

Thoughts ricocheted through your mind. What could she want? Was she okay? Was something wrong?

Hell. Maybe she didn’t even know she was calling you.

The low buzzing of the phone persisted, but was sure to stop soon. You hand shot out and picked up the call. Your chest constricted tightly.

“Hello?”

Silence.

“Hello?” You tried again as your pulse picked up. Jesus Christ. She hadn’t meant to call you and you’d picked up like a fool. You-

“Hey.”

Your spiraling stalled as her voice filtered through. It was hoarse.

“Jess?” You inquired as you held the phone tighter to your ear. “Um, is everything okay?”

She gave a delayed laugh.

“Not particularly,” she said in a dull voice. You began to mouth a response but she carried on with a mirthless laugh. “Sure. Things are fine. Let’s pretend they’re fine.”

You frowned.

“You’re worrying me. Are you okay? Where are you?”

"You worry about me?" She asked, tone sounding almost hopeful.

You stammered, caught off guard by her question and how she ignored yours. You closed your eyes and refocused. "Where are you?" you asked again.

“Look out your window.”

‘What the fuck,’ you mouthed as you walked over and peeked through the blinds.

“Heyyy,” she drew out the exclamation and you were met with the sight of her standing in front of your building looking up towards you, hand in the air in a prolonged wave. She was several floors below but you could vaguely make out a lazy smile.

“What the hell, Jess,” you scrutinized as you full on opened the blinds and stared down at her. She wasn’t in her kit anymore but still in her Thorns athletic wear. “What are you doing here?”

“The girls are I were celebrating. We didn’t win tonight. Well, I guess you saw,” she trailed off, gaze falling briefly. Her enunciation and pace was slow and clumsy. She looked back up with a renewed smile. “But we played a good season. And that’s worth celebrating. And yeah. Most of us went home. And I…” You saw her give a tired shrug. “Came here,” she finished lightly and matter of fact.

You frowned and shook your head. You could feel your face beginning to grow hot as old defenses and emotional walls began to fortify.

“Okay. Clearly you’re drunk,” you said curtly. She sighed in complaint.

“Not as much as you think,” she replied, tone shifting.

“Sure,” you dismissed. “Well. What do you want?”

She continued to look up at you.

“I-I just wanted to see you,” she said sadly.

Your irritation at her drunken display almost had you quip ‘Well you’ve seen me.’ But you bit your tongue.

“Can I come up?” She asked meekly.

You huffed in frustration and looked around as if you’d find an answer. What the hell was going on?

“Please.”

Her broken voice cut through your thoughts and you looked back out the window at her to see her still staring up at you in fragile hope.

Before you knew it, you’d exhaled in frustration but told her to buzz your number and you’d let her in.

“Just for a bit,” you’d warned.

When you opened your apartment door for her you could see how heavy her eyes were, perhaps a mix of booze and exhaustion.

She didn’t reek of alcohol the way you’d expected. You only caught a whiff now and then. Maybe she wasn’t entirely lying about her level of sobriety.

“Sit down,” you told her as you pointed to the couch. She wordlessly complied, sitting down uncharacteristically heavy and gracelessly on the cushions. You returned to her a few moments later with a glass of cold water. “Here.”

She took it gratefully with both hands and took several large gulps before setting it down carefully on your coffee table. You took a seat in the chair next to the couch.

The room was silent as you stared at her and she stared vacantly at the nearly empty glass. She was positioned at the edge of the cushion, shoulders hunched over and her hands tucked tightly between her knees.

"So," you said simply, indirectly inviting her to speak. Her reaction was delayed, but her head eventually turned towards you, newfound alertness on her face, and her eyebrows raised high in question.

When it was clear she wasn't going to fill the silence on her own, you settled internally and took a quiet breath.

"What are you doing here, Jess," you said with gentle discernment.

She dropped your gaze, looking wounded and sad. Even when she looked away, you could see the dark circles under her eyes. She took another large swig of water, draining the glass.

You wordlessly rose from your seat and held out your hand for the glass. She looked up to you in mild confusion at the gesture, you gave a subtle shake of your hand in emphasis and she quickly pushed the glass into your grip.

When you turned around after filling the glass, you caught a glimpse of her hurriedly looking away; clearly watching you.

"So?" You repeated as you handed her the glass. She accepted it with a tight smile and a nod, taking a smaller sip this time, her eyes following you as you sat down once more.

She cleared her throat and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she set the water down.

"I don't know," she nearly mumbled while giving a half-hearted shrug. Irritation started to brim inside of you, but receded as she looked to you and explained further. "I just - we were all celebrating. Everyone having a great time, being in the moment," she relayed, eyes trained on the glass again and her pitch shifting up. She threw her hands out haphazardly, "and you're the one that...," she trailed off with a heavy sigh and she finally met your gaze, looking utterly hopeless and defeated. "You're the one I wanted to share it with."

Your chest twinged and you dropped her stare. You only looked back up when you heard her sniffle. She wiped irritably at her nose, blinking several times as she tucked her hands back between her knees.

"I'm sorry. I know it's not like that anymore," she said as her voice grew thin. Her features began to screw up slightly, you could see her fighting it, and her voice was tight as she went on in a rush. "I know you just want me to go away, but-"

"Stop," you interjected softly, causing her words to cease and she looked at you, sitting up further. She sniffled once more before allowing her eyes to dart away again. "I don't," you said simply.

You didn't know what to say.

"I care if you're okay or not." You saw her swallow. "It's not like you to get super drunk. Even during nights like these."

"I'm not that drunk," she protested tiredly, her posture growing slack again. "Yes. I've had a few drinks," she said tersely with a pointed, cursory glance before she closed her eyes for a second as if to find reprieve. When she spoke again, her exhaustion was evident. "But it's so much more."

She paused. Her face falling though you saw her trying to retain control.

"I'm just so fucking tired," she relayed in a strained voice as she ran a hand roughly through her hair. She drew her gaze to you and the light in the room reflected off of the sheen over her eyes. Her lip trembled. "I don't sleep well anymore."

She blew out a steadying breath and looked away, wiping at her eye in frustration.

"I just miss you so fucking much," her tone clipped with emotion. "It's been months and I can't stop. And it's pathetic. And no one understands how much it hurts. And I know you don't care-"

"That's not fair," you interjected while you narrowed your eyes at her.

She turned to face you better and sat further forward on the cushion.

"How is it not fair? You're the one who called everything off. You're the one who wanted no contact," she said tersely, but her words still slightly drawn out with her intoxication.

"Don't turn that on me," you argued as you now sat forward too. "You think I wanted to do any of that? Christ, Jessie. We were supposed to get married! I built my life around you. I wanted to say 'I do', I wanted to make a family with you, to wake up next to you each day, to be the one in the stands at your games."

You could feel tears starting to spring to your eyes as latent hurt began to simmer and churn.

"You think I want to be here in this crappy apartment all by myself? On shitty dating apps trying to rebuild my life and my future? No. I don't." You laughed coldly. "You actually think I would sacrifice what we had if it wasn't fucking killing me," you finished strongly and holding her gaze, unflinching. She stared hard at you for a second, hurt.

"Nice," she finally said with a rueful smile.

You clicked your tongue and sighed irritably. "You know I didn't mean it like that."

Tense silence filled the room again. She wiped a tear from her cheek as she leaned back on the couch with a thud. She groaned in frustration, the sound congested.

"I know," she said quietly, glancing back at you. She buried her face in her hands, rubbing her features slow but harsh. Eventually, she sat up and gave you a steady stare. Her eyes were red.

"I'm here because I'm sick of pretending that I'm not in love with you and that I don't think about you all the time. I'm here because I'm selfish. Because being near you - even if we're arguing - is better than being without you." She exhaled wearily and collapsed into the cushions. "And yes. A few drinks helped me be brave enough to just fucking do it."

You wanted to validate her. To console her. To reciprocate.

Instead, you rose with an inaudible sigh and wandered off into your bedroom. You returned with a spare pillow, blanket, and a change of clothes and handed them to her. She looked up at you silently, eyes still shimmering with spent tears.

"You're not going home tonight. Not in this condition. You can sleep it off here," you announced decidedly.

She idly examined the items, clearly processing what was being offered.

"We can talk in the morning. Okay?" You said. Her eyes snapped up to you, wide and alert now. She stared at you a moment before giving you a series of quick nods.

"Do you need anything else?" You asked.

She looked around in lingering surprise before looking back and shaking her head adamantly. "No. No, I'm good."

"Okay. Stay hydrated. There's Advil in the cupboard next to the fridge if you need it. Towels are in the hall closet if you want to shower," you relayed in an even tone. She nodded, eyes fixed on you and refusing to stray. "Get a good sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

A/N: I’m putting out some good vibes for the Thorns because I think they’re going to desperately need it this season….!

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plethorawrites · 3 months ago

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Heyy I was wondering if you could do something with Bruce and clark where their kids sign them up for a dating app. At first they are against the idea but one night they are feeling lonely or get drunk and decide “hey why not it’s not like anything bad could happen 🤷‍♀️ besides if worse comes to worse I’ll just delete the app and act like nothing happened.” Then eventually they swipe the the reader and hit it off or something. I would love to see something like this but feel free to ignore this and I hope you have a good day/night wherever you are and remember to drink lots of water 🫶🫶

(A/N) I think this concept is fucking hilarious, but for some reason it was weirdly hard for me to figure out?? I had thoughts, but articulating it was difficult. Hope it's up to par.

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Bruce: Is used to being hit on, either because of his money or his looks. Usually both. When his kids sign him up for a dating app, he doesn't even realize it until the media gets wind of it and starts spreading it through every possible paper and news channel as peak Brucie Wayne personality.

His kids? Oh, they love it.

He told them to take it down, immediately. They didn't listen.

Instead they all took turns swiping left and right for him, reading people's worst openers to a conversation—most of which were poorly flirting or asking to be his sugar baby in some capacity. Until Dick was swiping one day, and swiped on you.

He passed the phone around, getting approval from everyone after they examined your profile. A nice, normal picture. An interesting but not abrasive description of yourself. Hobbies they thought Bruce would like—volunteer work, hiking, reading, etc.

When they passed Bruce the phone, he refused. Immediately. He would not go on a blind date, let alone with someone from an app who his kids picked. But then, one night, after he's done with patrol, in bed and still wired enough that he didn't want to go to bed, he pulls up your profile.

There had to be something about it that made his kids so insistent about him giving you a chance. And he had to admit, you did seem pretty nice. He spent ten whole minutes staring at the first message you sent. It wasn't creepy or flirty, the way they often were. It was polite, even a bit funny.

Then, on a whim, he texts back and puts his phone on silent until morning. The worst that would happen is you were a gold digger, like most people. He'd delt with that and could spot one a mile away.

By that time, you've responded and when he wakes up, he rolls over and replies. Your reply is almost immediate and before he knows it, he's been in bed another 45 minutes until Alfred comes to get him. Needless to say, a first date was pretty much a given after several conversations.

Then a second and a third. His kids, especially Dick, were absolutely smug about it, proclaiming they had basically hand picked their step mom/step dad for him. Which, he'd admit, they sort of did.

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Clark: Wasn't a lonely man. At least, he didn't think so. He had his kids and he had his work. That kept him busy enough to barely even sleep four or five hours a night. He had no need to try to juggle a relationship. Especially not after being alone for as long as he had.

His kids urged him, frequently, to put himself out there. But he never did. Sometimes people mistook his normal actions for flirting, but when you lived in a big city where people minded their business, being kind always got some weird looks.

It wasn't until one day, when he left his phone unattended for a measly 30 minutes, did Jon install a dating app and make him a profile. He didn't know, though. Not until he got a random notification one day. He wasn't so out of touch that he didn't know what it was. He was, however, a little too old fashioned to know how to uninstall it. In his defense he didn't really need a phone because of his super hearing so he had only recently switched to an iPhone, not a flip phone.

He told his son to uninstall it for him, but he refused, claiming he needed to find someone to date. He refused to use the app, even though it remained on his phone. He almost forgot about it entirely until one night, after a really long day, he came home and sunk into a chair in his study, staring at the wall in exhaustion.

He was lonely. He'd just hated to admit it.

Pulling out his phone, he opened the app that he'd purposely hidden off his home page, scrolling through it...left, left, left, left. It felt weird, judging people he'd never met based entirely on what they chose to present. Left, left, left....right.

Finally, he had found a profile that seemed interesting. He didn't think anything of the swipe, after all, he doubted it would be reciprocated, but it was. Quickly.

He panicked for a moment, realizing it meant he actually had to send a message, but thankfully, you texted him first. A comment about the farm he grew up on, since Kon insisted that his profile include some pictures of him with the horses.

You didn't grow up on a farm, like him, but visited family who did. You were kind of enjoyable to talk to, he found. An insomniac, apparently, since it was extremely late but you were still awake. But that was alright, because he was an alien, so sleep really didn't mean much to him.

#headcanon #x reader #plethorawrites #dc comics #clark kent #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark Kent x gender neutral reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x gn!reader

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brinasheqrt · 5 days ago

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Overthinking

pairings - sabrina carpenter x fem!reader

wc - 1.7k

warnings - mild angst, spiralling(?)

You tell yourself it’s fine. That people get busy. That performers on international tours probably don’t have the time to FaceTime their girlfriends every day. Or even every other day.

But when it becomes seven days—seven—with no call, not even a half-asleep voice note or a badly typed “love u,” something shifts. And your brain, ever the dramatic little gremlin that it is, decides to do what it does best:

Panic.

You’re not mad. That would be easier, cleaner, safer. You’re something worse. You’re convinced she’s slipping away.

It starts subtly, in the quiet moments.

You look at your phone a little too often. Open your messages just to stare at the last one she sent—a red heart, a week ago, after her Madrid show. You imagine her typing it fast, distracted. Maybe half-smiling. Maybe not.

Then you check her Instagram.

Bad move. Always a bad move.

She looks radiant, of course. She always does. New post from Berlin: her on stage, glitter under her eyes, hand reaching toward a sea of lights. Caption: “thank u for making my dreams real.”

Nothing about missing home. Nothing about missing you.

And that’s when your mind kicks into high gear.

Maybe she’s grown out of this. Maybe you were a good in-between. A soft place to land before the next chapter started. You, with your overthinking and your silent panics and your inability to just chill.

You hate how quickly you spiral, but there’s no stopping it now.

You sink into the couch and stare at the wall like it might blink first. It doesn’t. It’s blank. Still. Just like your phone.

You start replaying every conversation from the last few weeks. Was she distant last time you talked? Did she rush off the call? Did she sound bored? Did she stop saying “I love you” with that softness in her voice?

You remember the last call. She was in bed, face barely lit by her phone screen, eyes heavy. She smiled at you. Said she missed your voice. Said she wished you were next to her.

But maybe she didn’t mean it. Maybe she was just tired and saying what she thought you wanted to hear. Maybe the tour, the crowd, the adrenaline—it’s all more alive than you are to her now.

You’re not fun. You don’t dance like her backup singers or laugh at the right moments in interviews. You’re just here, in a quiet apartment, too many time zones away, loving her like it’s a full-time job.

Maybe that’s too much.

Maybe she needs something lighter.

You lie down sideways on the couch, blanket wrapped around you like armor. Your stomach hurts. Your chest is tight in that way it gets when your feelings outgrow your body and start pressing against your ribs, like they’re trying to break out.

You tell yourself you’re being dramatic. But that doesn’t help.

You wonder if she’s met someone new. Someone who understands the chaos of tour life. Someone beautiful and magnetic and not lying on a couch somewhere, crying into a hoodie that smells like her perfume.

You try to text her. Delete it. Try again.

You settle on: “Hey. Hope tour’s going okay.”

But you don’t send it.

It feels weak. Or maybe you do.

You end up typing and deleting so many times that your fingers go numb.

Eventually, you just stare at the wall again. White. Quiet. Unchanging.

It’s weird how loud a blank space can be.

You think about your life.

About how you used to be fine before her. Not happy, necessarily, but stable. Safe in your routines. And now? She’s rewired your entire nervous system and you don’t even know if she remembers to miss you anymore.

You think about all the people who say, “If they love you, you’ll know.”

You did know. At first. Every call, every kiss, every sleepy “baby, I don’t wanna hang up yet.” It was so clear. You never had to ask. Never had to wonder.

But now?

Now you feel like a question she hasn’t answered in days.

The wall still doesn’t move.

Neither do you.

You fall asleep at some point—restless, dreamless, curled in on yourself like a bruise.

And then your phone buzzes.

It’s 2:17 a.m.

Unknown number.

Your heart stops. Then jumps.

Voicemail.

Sabrina.

Your fingers shake as you hit play.

“Hey. Hi. Um… okay. I suck.”

She laughs, breathless and soft. The kind of laugh that only comes after running or crying or both.

“I’ve been trying to call all day and it just… didn’t happen. We had back-to-back shows and the WiFi’s garbage and my voice is gone and I miss you so much I almost cried during soundcheck.”

A pause. A long, shaky inhale.

“I know what your brain’s probably doing right now. You’re spiraling, aren’t you?”

You exhale sharply. God. She knows you.

“I hate that I let it get to this point. I hate that I disappeared. I didn’t mean to. I just—I didn’t want to call you when I only had five minutes. I wanted to really talk. But five minutes became a day, and then the days stacked up, and now it’s been a week and you probably think I don’t care.”

Another pause. Softer this time.

“I care. I love you. I love you so much it’s actually ridiculous. I’ve been falling asleep thinking about your voice, your face, the way you roll your eyes when I leave dishes in the sink.”

You smile, tears burning behind your eyes.

“I haven’t stopped loving you. Not even for a second. I just forgot how loud silence can sound when someone’s waiting on the other end.”

Her voice cracks a little.

“Please don’t let your mind tell you you’re too much. You’re perfectly much. You’re my favorite overthinker. My favorite everything.”

She exhales. “Okay, I have to go. But I’m gonna call again tomorrow. For real. We’ll talk as long as you want. Or say nothing. Whatever you need. I just… I love you. So much.”

The message ends.

And you just sit there. Staring at your phone.

The wall’s still there. Still blank. But somehow, it feels less cruel now.

You wrap the blanket tighter, curl up on the couch again, and let yourself cry.

Not because you’re broken. Not because you’re panicking.

But because someone who loves you knows what your brain does, and calls anyway.

⸻

#sabrina carpenter #sabrina carpenter x reader #wlw #soft angst #sabrina carpenter x you #sabrina carpenter fluff #sabrina carpenter angst

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goblin-jr · 6 months ago

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And then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you.

Part 6 of 12

Synopsis: Surfing lessons and more confessions (shocker)

Pairing: unrequited JJ x Reader, Eventual Rafe x Reader

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Y/N glanced at her phone with a sigh, wondering if it was just another reminder of her complicated feelings. But instead, her screen lit up with a name she hadn’t expected. Rafe Cameron

She frowned at first, thinking it was some weird mistake. Rafe? Why would he be texting her this late? Her finger hovered over the screen, hesitant, before she swiped to open the message.

Rafe: Midnight drive?

Her brows furrowed. Midnight? Was he serious? Y/N looked at the clock—she wasn’t really tired, but the last thing she expected tonight was an invitation from him.

Y/N: How did you get my number?

She typed quickly, half-joking, half-curious, but honestly, more interested than she’d like to admit. She almost deleted it, but the words were out before she could stop herself.

The reply came almost instantly, and she couldn’t help but laugh at his reply.

Rafe: Don’t worry about it.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. The guy was insufferable, but also oddly charming in a way that caught her off guard. She sat back in her chair, contemplating for a moment. What could it hurt? She was used to hanging out with the Pogues at all hours of the night anyway. This wouldn’t be any different.

Still, she had to tease him a little.

Y/N: You logged on to the country club’s computer, didn’t you?

She waited, half-expecting him to respond with something smug and condescending. Instead, the reply was simpler. A smiley face emoji with a single word:

Rafe: Maybe.

Y/N let out a breath, part exasperated, part amused. The fact that he was so cryptic made her want to know more, but she wasn’t about to let him get under her skin so easily. She typed back quickly, deciding to go with it.

Y/N: You’re lucky I’m bored. I’ll meet you out front in 10.

Without waiting for a response, she tossed her phone on her bed and stood up, running her fingers through her hair. She grabbed her jacket from the back of the door and slipped into something comfortable enough to hang out, but still warm enough for a late-night drive.

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A few minutes later, Y/N was standing outside, the cool night air ruffling her hair. Her heart raced a little—not from nervousness, but from the odd excitement she felt at the thought of going out with Rafe. Maybe it was because she never really got the chance to talk to him in the way she wanted to. Or maybe it was just the spontaneity of it all.

The headlights of his car cut through the dark before she heard the engine, and Rafe’s sleek black car rolled up to the curb. He leaned over from the driver’s side and rolled down the window, looking effortlessly cool as usual.

“Hop in, princess. You ready for an adventure?” His grin was playful, and Y/N couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief at his arrogance.

“You really think I’m going to get in that car after you—” Y/N started, but Rafe cut her off with a raised eyebrow.

“I promise I won’t bite,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Unless you want me to.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She slid into the passenger seat, rolling her eyes as she buckled up. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s why you like me.” He winked, his grin still wide. “But seriously, you up for a drive around the island?”

She shrugged, trying to seem casual, though she felt a bit of a flutter in her stomach. “Sure. Why not? What else is there to do around here?”

Rafe nodded approvingly as he shifted the car into gear, and they were off, the soft hum of the engine the only sound for a while.

The drive was slow at first, the cool breeze from the windows mixing with the music playing softly in the background. Y/N looked out the window at the familiar sights of the Outer Banks—everything she’d grown up with, but somehow different tonight.

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, trying to ease the silence. “You just wanted to drive around and look at the stars?”

“Nah.” Rafe chuckled, his eyes glinting as he focused on the road. “I thought maybe you could use a little excitement. Besides, I thought you might want to take a break from the whole Pogue routine for a change.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you implying the Pogues are boring?”

“Not boring,” he said, his voice turning mock serious. “Just predictable. Plus, it’s nice to hang out with someone who doesn’t have the same baggage as the rest of them.”

Y/N considered this for a moment, then shrugged. “Fair point. But we all have our baggage, don’t we?”

Rafe glanced at her, a flicker of something in his eyes. “True,” he agreed quietly. “But I think you’re a little more... chill about it than the others.”

“Maybe.” She let out a soft laugh, feeling the tension between them lighten just a bit. “I’m just used to it by now. Besides, everyone’s got their own mess to deal with.”

Rafe nodded, his gaze on the road as they sped through the dark, but Y/N could sense that he was thinking about something deeper, something personal. The moment was quiet, comfortable in its own way, until he spoke again, his tone a little more vulnerable this time.

“Do you ever think about what happens after we graduate? What’s next?”

Y/N turned toward him, surprised by the question. It was a conversation she wasn’t prepared to have, but it felt oddly important.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “I think about it all the time. Like, what’s out there beyond this island? But then I remember that I don’t really know if I’m ready to leave.”

Rafe’s lips quirked into a soft smile, but his eyes were faraway, distant. “I get that. For me, though, it’s... it’s more about living up to what my family expects. You know?”

Y/N nodded, even though she wasn’t sure she understood completely. But she could sense the pressure in his words, the weight of his own struggles. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I can imagine that.”

The car fell into silence for a while as Rafe focused on the road, and Y/N sat back, thinking about everything he’d just said. For a moment, the world felt smaller, simpler—just the two of them driving through the night, talking about things they didn’t normally share.

The car pulled into a secluded spot near the beach, the wheels crunching softly against the gravel as Rafe parked. For a moment, the only sounds were the hum of the engine winding down and the waves crashing against the shore.

Y/N looked out the window, feeling the familiar pull of the ocean, but also the strange quietness that accompanied being out here at this hour. She wasn’t sure what Rafe had in mind, but she wasn’t complaining. The night felt open, full of possibilities.

“Come on.” Rafe slid out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him, and walked over to the trunk, pulling out two surfboards.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “What are you, some kind of surfing guru now?” she called out, a teasing smile spreading across her face.

Rafe turned to face her with a grin, his eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight. “I’ve been doing this for years. Figured I’d teach you a thing or two.” He tossed one of the boards toward her, and she caught it easily, though the weight of it surprised her a little.

She shot him a skeptical look, but as usual, Rafe wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“JJ tried to teach me when I was younger,” she said, stepping out of the car and slinging the surfboard over her shoulder. “Let’s just say it didn’t go well.”

Rafe’s smirk widened. “What happened? He let you fall off on purpose?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t help but laugh. “Something like that. He never really took it seriously.”

“Well, I’m serious,” Rafe said, his tone suddenly more intense, though his smile remained. “And maybe you’ll have a better chance with me. Who knows?”

Y/N laughed softly, her thoughts momentarily drifting to JJ and the way things had shifted between them recently. After she left his home the night of Luke’s outburst things went back to normal quickly and that night was never brought up again. The pogues never changed, with Pope worrying about his summer reading and John B disappearing for hours citing a mystery that needs solving as a reason. JJ’s tour guide business was booming and he went back to eyeing Kie at group hangouts. This combination left Y/N wanting to see the group less and less. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts aside for now.

“So, what’s the plan?” Y/N asked, setting her board down on the sand. “We just gonna swim out and start paddling like a couple of idiots?”

Rafe snorted. “Pretty much. But you’ve gotta get the basics down first, and then we’ll take it from there.”

She turned to face him, eyeing the water in front of them. It looked calm enough, but she knew how deceptive the ocean could be. Still, the thought of being out there with Rafe, even with the awkwardness she sometimes felt around him, was strangely comforting.

They waded into the water, the cold ocean waves crashing around their ankles, and Y/N tried to keep her balance as she adjusted the surfboard beneath her feet.

“You remember the basics?” Rafe asked, his voice quieter now, as though he was assessing her readiness.

Y/N nodded, though she didn’t feel particularly confident. “I remember enough to fall flat on my face.”

Rafe chuckled, stepping up beside her. “Don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

There was something in his voice that made her look at him, really look at him, for the first time in a while. His demeanor wasn’t just cocky—it was calm, almost protective. And for a moment, Y/N felt the weight of the night and the change in their relationship.

“I’m not a total beginner, you know,” she said, trying to hide the sudden feeling of vulnerability. “I’ll probably wipe out once or twice, but I’ll figure it out.”

Rafe shot her a sidelong glance. “I’m not worried. You’ve got a good attitude. You’ll get it.”

He stood beside her, both of them paddling out toward the deeper water. The quiet was nice, just the sound of their boards slicing through the water and the rhythmic rush of the ocean around them.

As they reached the spot where the waves began to form, Rafe turned to her, his expression serious. “Okay, Y/N. I’m gonna have you paddle and pop up at the same time. It’s all about timing.”

Y/N nodded, already feeling a little nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she trusted Rafe, even if she didn’t fully understand why. She had a feeling he was trying to teach her more than just surfing. But she wasn’t going to think too hard about that right now.

“Ready?” Rafe asked, his gaze meeting hers. There was something reassuring in his eyes, though it was quickly masked by his usual cocky grin.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding again. “Let’s do it.”

He paddled toward the first incoming wave, signaling her to follow suit. The water seemed to move with a kind of rhythm, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself getting caught up in it, the tension in her body releasing as she focused on the task at hand. The world outside of them—the drama, the confusion with JJ, everything—seemed to blur. All that mattered was the wave in front of her.

“Don’t forget the pop-up!” Rafe’s voice cut through the night, just as she felt the first wave start to pull her forward. She barely managed to push herself up onto the board, her body feeling stiff as she tried to find her balance.

For a second, she was standing, and she thought maybe this was going to work. But just as quickly, she lost her balance and crashed down into the water with a loud splash.

She resurfaced, laughing at herself. “Well, that didn’t work.”

Rafe was already paddling back toward her, grinning. “Don’t worry, that’s the first try. You’re getting the hang of it.”

Y/N wiped water from her eyes, giving him an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “If you say so. You should’ve seen the way JJ taught me. At least I’m not face planting into the sand.”

Rafe laughed, his voice warmer than she expected. “Hey, you’re doing better than I thought you would.”

Y/N smiled, feeling more at ease than she had in a while. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t caught up in her head about JJ or the others. She was just... here, with Rafe.

They tried again, and though Y/N wiped out once more, the sense of accomplishment from even attempting it felt good. Rafe stayed close, offering tips and words of encouragement that felt different from what she’d gotten in the past.

“Want to try again?” he asked, his voice softer this time, more serious than before. There was something in the way he looked at her, something almost protective, like he wanted her to succeed, not just because of surfing, but because he genuinely cared.

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

They spent the next hour on the water, laughing, talking, and occasionally falling, but each time, she felt herself getting a little better, a little more comfortable. Rafe didn’t push too hard, but he kept her focused, making sure she understood the mechanics of it.

By the time they made their way back to the beach, Y/N felt like she’d learned something more than just surfing. Maybe it was the way Rafe had opened up, or maybe it was the shared experience of being out there at night, away from everything. Either way, she knew that things were changing between them.

And though she didn’t realize it yet, Rafe was beginning to feel something too. But that was a thought he wasn’t ready to confront—at least not tonight.

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Y/N flopped down onto the sand, stretching out her legs and feeling the coolness of the sand seep through her damp clothes. She let out a contented sigh, her heart still racing from the thrill of the waves. Rafe dropped down beside her with a light thud, wiping his wet hair out of his eyes.

“Okay, not gonna lie, I was expecting a lot more flailing,” Rafe teased, leaning back on his elbows and looking over at her. “I’m impressed. You only wiped out... what, three times?”

Y/N shot him a playful glare. “Excuse me? It was four. I’m counting the time I almost stayed on, but then I hit that stupid wave and face-planted.”

Rafe chuckled, his usual confident grin slipping into something more genuine. “Well, in that case, you deserve an award for ‘Most Improved.’ From barely standing to almost staying on? That’s basically a pro.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Oh, sure. ‘Most Improved.’ What’s next? ‘Most Likely to Get Pushed into the Water by Rafe?’”

“Now that would be an award you’d win,” Rafe quipped, his grin widening. “But you have to admit, you’ve come a long way from your first wave.”

Y/N groaned at the memory. “Ugh, don’t remind me. JJ was a terrible teacher. It was just ‘don’t fall,’ ‘good luck,’ and ‘try not to drown.’ He might as well have handed me a board and told me to figure it out myself.”

Rafe let out a soft laugh, but his eyes softened a little. “Well, you didn’t drown. That’s something. You might’ve had a few wipeouts, but hey, that’s surfing.”

Y/N gave him a sidelong glance. “You say that like you didn’t totally bail on that last wave too.”

He raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, that was just an elaborate move to give you more space to shine. Didn’t want to make it too obvious I was carrying you through the session.”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, so now I’m ‘shining,’ huh? I thought I was the one struggling to stay upright.”

Rafe’s grin was playful, teasing her. “Well, you were struggling. But I like to think I was a good influence on your, uh, form. You should be thanking me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N said with a roll of her eyes, though her voice was warm. “I’ll put it on my ‘thank you’ list. Right after thanking JJ for almost making me break my neck out there.”

“See? If you’d just let me teach you from the start, you wouldn’t have needed to almost break anything,” Rafe shot back with a raised eyebrow, a little spark of humor in his eyes. “We could’ve avoided all the drama.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and carefree. “Sure, next time I’ll take you up on that offer. But for now, let’s just pretend you didn’t totally bail in front of me.”

“Only because I didn’t want to make you feel bad about your wipeouts,” Rafe said with a smirk, nudging her with his shoulder. “You know, being a good friend and all.”

Y/N scoffed, nudging him back. “Uh-huh. Sure, let’s stick with that story. So, what else do you teach, besides making excuses for bad surfing?”

Rafe’s eyes flickered with amusement, but then, for a moment, his expression softened. He leaned back, staring out at the water, his tone shifting slightly.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect to be out here tonight. It feels good, though... getting away from everything.”

Y/N noticed the change in his voice but didn’t push it. Instead, she gave him a teasing grin. “What, the great expectations of your perfect life getting to you?”

He shot her a quick glance, a mix of amusement and something else she couldn’t quite place. “Something like that. It’s just... a lot. You know, with grade 12 and all that comes with it. I can’t even think straight sometimes. University stuff, family, the whole ‘do everything perfectly’ thing.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had it all figured out. You’re the guy everyone looks up to, right?”

Rafe scoffed lightly. “Yeah, right. I’m just really good at pretending I have it together.”

“Seems to be working for you,” Y/N said with a grin, nudging him again. “You’ve got that ‘I’m a cool, chill guy who doesn’t care about anything’ vibe down.”

He laughed at that, but it was quieter, less confident than usual. “Guess I’m really good at that too. But... the truth is, I don’t feel that way a lot. Like, I feel like everyone’s counting on me to know what comes next, and I don’t.”

Y/N paused, her playful grin faltering for a moment. “You mean... your family’s putting pressure on you?”

Rafe’s gaze flickered to the horizon, his expression distant for a moment. “Yeah. They have their whole life planned out for me. The best schools, the right job, the perfect future. It’s like... I’m supposed to fit into this box they’ve already decided for me, and I’m not even sure it’s the one I want.”

Y/N shifted, sitting up straighter as she looked at him, her teasing smile fading into something more thoughtful. “That’s... a lot to deal with,” she said quietly, her voice softening. “I mean, I get it. Parents want the best for you, but they don’t always get to decide what’s best for you, you know?”

Rafe gave her a dry laugh, glancing sideways at her. “Yeah, that’s the problem. I don’t know what I want. It’s like, the more I think about it, the more it feels like I’m just... following a script. I don’t even know who I am outside of what they expect from me.”

Y/N studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought before she gave him a gentle, almost teasing smile. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t know what I want either. I think the whole world’s just kind of... winging it, you know? Maybe that’s the point. Not everything needs to be figured out right now.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, surprised by her response. “You don’t know either?”

She shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips. “I’m not pretending to have it all together. Who does? I’m just... trying to figure it out day by day. And honestly, I think you’ll get there. I mean, yeah, your family’s expectations suck, but they don’t have to define what you’re capable of. If you want to follow your own path, you can.”

He looked at her with a slightly skeptical look, then shook his head. “It’s not that simple.”

Y/N leaned back on her elbows, looking out at the waves, her voice more serious now. “No, it’s not. But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible. You’re not stuck with whatever they decide for you. You’re still young, you still have time to figure out who you are and what you want. It might take a while, and that’s okay.”

Rafe absorbed her words, his gaze still distant but a little less guarded now. “Yeah... I guess you're right. It's just hard to shake that feeling, like I'm already behind, you know? Like everyone else has it figured out.”

Y/N gave him a wry smile, nudging him with her foot. “You’re not behind. You’re just... not living in anyone else’s idea of what your life should be. That’s actually pretty damn impressive.”

Rafe snorted, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a half-smile. “Impressive, huh?”

“Yeah. Seriously. Not everyone can walk away from a path that’s already paved for them. Takes guts,” she said with a grin. “And maybe the fact that you’re thinking about it at all means you’re already ahead of the game. Everyone else is just... stuck in their little boxes.”

Rafe let out a long breath, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re way more insightful than I give you credit for.”

Y/N shrugged, still smirking. “It’s what I do. But, seriously, Rafe... don’t let anyone else decide for you. If you need to figure it out on your own, take the time. You’re allowed to take the time.”

He looked at her for a moment, clearly processing her words. “Thanks, Y/N. I needed to hear that.”

Y/N smiled back, her voice softening again. “Anytime. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

Rafe nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little. “I appreciate it. More than you know.”

She leaned back, turning her attention back to the ocean. “Well, if you’re ever in doubt, just remember: I’m always around to tell you how awesome you are... even if you do try to bail on waves every now and then.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, now we’re back to you being a smartass. Much better.”

Y/N grinned, glad to see him lightening up again. “Hey, someone’s got to keep you in check.”

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A few days later, y/n found herself in the usual chaos of the Pogues. They gathered in the backyard of the Chateau, the soft hum of late-night music mixing with the sound of laughter and bickering for the first time since the bonfire. Everyone seemed to be in their element—JJ and Pope were in the middle of some heated debate about which local spot had the best surf conditions, Kie was perched on the porch railing, her legs swinging as she poked fun at them, and John B was sprawled across a lounge chair, half asleep, a grin on his face.

It was the same scene as any other night.

Except, for Y/N, it felt different tonight. She felt a strange detachment, like she was watching from the outside, looking in. Sure, she was there with them, part of the group, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t belong. The conversations felt more distant, the jokes falling flat in her mind. She realized, with a sharp pang in her chest, how much things had shifted.

There was a time when she could dive into the banter, effortlessly teasing JJ or playfully arguing with Pope about anything. But now? She felt like an intruder. She couldn’t even remember the last time JJ had cracked a joke at her expense or dragged her into one of his pointless arguments. Instead, he was laughing with Kie, his attention entirely elsewhere.

The emptiness she felt was palpable. She hadn’t been able to talk to him properly in weeks, not since everything had gotten so complicated between them. And now, when they were together, it felt as though they were both just pretending. Pretending to be okay, pretending to be friends, pretending that things weren’t hanging in the air like an unspoken truth.

The warmth of the fire pit did little to ease her discomfort as she scanned the group. They all seemed so... effortless. So natural with each other. She used to feel like she was part of that flow. But now, more than ever, Y/N felt like a ghost in the background.

She found herself looking for a way out, a way to get some space from the group, but before she could move, JJ caught her eye. He was laughing about something Pope had said, his gaze meeting hers briefly before his expression faltered. He didn’t smile at her, didn’t make a sarcastic remark like he usually would. He just... looked away.

That was it. That small action sent a wave of frustration crashing over Y/N. He hadn’t even tried to make her feel like she was still there, still part of their tight-knit group. He’d been avoiding her, sure, but now it felt like he wasn’t even trying anymore.

“Everything okay?” Kie asked softly from beside her, breaking her train of thought. She had a way of reading Y/N, always able to tell when something was off.

Y/N forced a smile, but it felt weak. “Yeah, just... tired,” she said, but Kie wasn’t fooled.

“You sure?” she pressed, eyes narrowing with concern.

“I’m fine,” Y/N replied quickly, but her voice lacked the conviction she had hoped it would carry. She just didn’t know how to explain it, not without diving into a conversation that she wasn’t sure she was ready to have yet.

Kie, still watching her with a skeptical look, didn’t press further, but Y/N could feel the unspoken question between them. Was it about JJ? Was it about the way he’d been pulling away from her? Or was it about something deeper that even she didn’t want to admit to herself?

The moment stretched too long, and Y/N, desperate to break the silence, stood up abruptly, brushing the dirt off her jeans. “I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” she muttered, before walking away without waiting for a response.

The air by the dock was cooler, a sharp contrast to the heat of the fire pit. She walked aimlessly around the yard, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind. It felt like everything was unraveling, and she had no control over any of it.

Before she knew it, JJ was behind her, his footsteps quick and urgent as he caught up. “Hey,” he said softly, the warmth of his voice a stark contrast to the tension she felt. “You good?”

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. She wanted to tell him everything, to scream and throw all her emotions at him, but instead, she held back. She didn’t want to be the one to make the first move, not anymore.

“I’m fine,” she said again, but this time, her words felt hollow.

JJ didn’t buy it. “You’re not fine, Y/N. What’s going on?”

Y/N wanted to ignore him, to walk away, but the words had already started spilling out before she could stop them. “What’s going on? Really, JJ? You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks. You’ve been so distant. I feel like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

He flinched at her words, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about? We’ve been hanging out. We’re all good, right?”

“Are we?” Y/N shot back, the hurt bleeding into her voice. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel that way. We went from spending every minute together to barely seeing each other. You don’t even try to talk to me anymore, and when you do, it’s like you’re doing it out of obligation.”

JJ’s expression flickered, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer to her. He had a way of getting in her space, of making her feel like his presence was a force she couldn’t escape, even when she wanted to.

“You think I’m doing this on purpose? You think I want things to be like this?” His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, a mix of frustration and guilt.

Y/N shook her head, her chest tightening with every word she spoke. “I don’t know, JJ. I don’t know what you want from me anymore. You’ve got this whole life that’s just... different from mine, and you’re pushing me out. You don’t get it.”

For a moment, JJ just stood there, his eyes scanning her face, as if trying to figure out what she meant. “So, what? You’re mad at me because I’ve been focused on other things?”

Y/N’s frustration boiled over. “I’m not mad, JJ. I’m just... tired. Tired of trying to hold onto something that isn’t there anymore.”

The silence stretched out between them. JJ opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Y/N blurted out the words she’d been holding back for far too long.

“I love you, okay? I love you, and it’s breaking me that you can’t see me anymore. I used to be your best friend, JJ. But now? I’m just someone you pass by when it’s convenient.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and raw. For a moment, JJ didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at her, his face a mixture of surprise and something else—something she couldn’t name.

And then, without a word, he stepped forward, his hand reaching out, fingers brushing against her arm, pulling her gently toward him. She could feel his breath against her skin, his body close enough that it should have felt comforting, but instead, it felt like an intrusion.

His lips hovered near hers, but there was no fire in his touch. No spark of longing. Just... guilt. Obligation.

Y/N pulled away quickly, her heart racing. “Don’t,” she whispered fiercely, her voice trembling. “Don’t do that. Don’t kiss me because you feel sorry for me.”

JJ’s eyes hardened, his jaw clenching as he stepped back. “You think I’m just pitying you?” he spat, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “You think I’m that much of an asshole?”

“I don’t know what you are anymore,” Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’m done trying to make sense of this. You don’t get to just kiss me when you feel like it and then ignore me when it’s convenient. I deserve more than that, JJ.”

He took a step back, his face dark with fury. “You’re unbelievable, Y/N. I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m done with this.”

Y/N stood there, chest heaving, as JJ stormed off, his steps heavy against the grass. The door slammed behind him, leaving Y/N standing alone, her words still echoing in the silence.

She had said it. She had finally said it. And now, there was nothing left to do but walk away.

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Next up: the scene that inspired this fic

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@hockeybabe87 , @idiotussupremus , @certifiedhaters , @oatmealisweird, @sluggmuffin

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A/N: I wrote this chapter last night at 2 then woke up and read through it with the shocked pikachu face

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swizzlemynizzle · 28 days ago

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Underneath the Noise - George Clarke

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Masterlist

Chapter three: Laugh Track

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By the fifth pub, Y/N’s voice is starting to slur at the edges.

Not dramatically—just enough to notice it herself. Her cheeks are warm, her thoughts a little looser than they were two hours ago. She's riding that golden middle ground between anxiety and abandon, the space where self-consciousness starts to soften around the edges.

She doesn’t quite trust it, but she’s letting herself sit in it for now.

ArthurTV is waving a receipt like a victory flag. “Ten pubs is a scam,” he announces to no one. “It’s just capitalism in a different hat.”

“Mate,” Bach replies, gesturing at him with a chip, “you just spent thirty quid on nachos and a single pint.”

“It came with extra guac,” Arthur says, affronted.

Y/N snorts into her drink.

She doesn’t remember the last time she laughed this much with people she barely knows. Her default setting has always been cautious—a little held back, always scanning the room, looking for cues on when to speak and when to disappear. But today, dressed like a walking punchline and surrounded by people who don’t seem to care about how they’re perceived, it almost feels... safe.

“Okay,” Bach says, peering at the bingo list again. “We still need to: swap shoes, skull a pint on the street, and get a stranger to sing to us. Oh and swim? Even though we did but it was for a bonus point?”

“Who made this list?” Y/N asks, squinting at the chaotic scrawl. “Are they okay? Mentally?”

“Chris,” ArthurTV answers, deadpan. “So, no.”

“Explains a lot,” she mutters. “It’s giving energy drink and repressed trauma.”

Bach grins. “It’s giving ‘second breakfast is the only joy I have left.’”

“Yeah,” Arthur adds. “It’s very ‘Frodo, but with a YouTube channel.’”

Y/N laughs, sharp and surprised. “Are we just bullying Chris for being short now?”

“Not short,” Bach says solemnly. “Hobbit-sized.”

They dissolve into laughter again, loud enough that a guy at a nearby table gives them a look.

By the time they reach the sixth pub of the afternoon, they’re starting to feel the buzz settling deep into their bones. The city around them seems blurrier, friendlier. A drunker London, Y/N thinks, is a slightly more magical one.

They’re halfway through convincing a guy in a Tottenham jersey to sing Bohemian Rhapsody when her phone buzzes again.

Chris

> Tell Bach his big nose is getting in the way of our win

> Also we’re at pub 6. Suck it.

Y/N shows the message to Bach without saying a word.

“Tell Chris I said I hope Sauron wins,” Bach says immediately.

Arthur nods. “Tell him to enjoy his pints in the Shire.”

She grins as she types. Being the group’s designated roaster-by-proxy wasn’t on her bingo list for today, but she’s not mad about it.

Then she sees him again.

George.

Across the street this time, stepping out of a corner shop with Arthur Hill. They’ve got plastic bags in hand and smiles that look way too relaxed for a competition. George spots her first, raising a hand in casual greeting.

She returns it—awkwardly. Her stomach does a weird little somersault.

She hates how aware she is of him. Like her body’s antennae pick up on him before her brain does. It’s not helpful. He hasn’t even done anything new. Just exists nearby, and her pulse decides to act out.

“Earth to Y/N,” ArthurTV says, waving a hand. “You good?”

“Yeah,” she says quickly. “Zoned out for a sec.”

She doesn’t explain what she was zoning out about. No one needs to know she’s mentally editing the way George said Nice shirt earlier like it’s an embarrassing voice note she can’t delete.

Eventually, they do manage to get a stranger to sing for them—badly, loudly, and completely off-key. Bach gives him a standing ovation like he’s just watched Les Mis.

Challenge complete.

By the time they reach pub seven, Y/N’s voice is scratchier and her legs are sore, but the warmth hasn’t left her chest. She feels... light. Like she’s slowly unhooking from the weight she didn’t realize she walked in with.

They wedge themselves into a booth again, chips in the center, drinks in hand. ArthurTV offers her a sip of something that tastes like battery acid. She politely declines.

Then George shows up again.

Of course he does.

He wanders in like he’s not part of a competing team but just happened to find them. Pint in one hand, smirk in place, like the universe told him she was finally starting to relax and he took it personally.

“Thought you guys might be in here,” he says casually.

“Or you were stalking us,” Bach offers.

George ignores him and looks straight at Y/N. “You surviving?”

“Just about,” she says, shrugging. “Haven’t been hit by a car yet, so I’m counting it as a win.”

He chuckles. “Low bar. I respect it.”

He leans against the edge of the booth, not sitting—just hovering in her space enough to make it feel deliberate.

“You’ve got something on your shirt,” he says, motioning vaguely toward her chest.

She instinctively glances down.

“Just kidding,” he says, already grinning. “Wanted to see if you’d fall for it.”

She groans. “You are the worst”

“Pretty sure you love it.”

She rolls her eyes but her mouth betrays her, lips tugging up into an involuntary smile.

ArthurTV watches the exchange like he’s clocking something but wisely doesn’t say a word.

George lingers for another minute, then disappears again. Back into the noise. The pub feels a little louder once he’s gone. Y/N exhales, not realizing she was holding her breath.

Bach eyes her. “You’ve got a little George crush, don’t you?”

Y/N nearly chokes on her drink. “Absolutely not.”

“Uh-huh,” Bach says knowingly.

Arthur raises a hand. “As a neutral third party, I can confirm: you definitely do.”

She buries her face in her hands. “I hate all of you.”

But she’s smiling. And somewhere under the teasing, the embarrassment, and the buzz of too many half-pints and inside jokes, there’s something else.

Something settling.

Something starting.

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I’ve already written 14 parts for this story… it goes into normal life streaming together, etc after this. Let me know if you guys like it!!! It’s very slow burn soz 💛💛

Masterlist

#george clarke #george clarke fics #george clarkey #george clarke x you #george clarke fanfic #george clarkey imagine #george clarke x reader #george clarke fluff #arthurtv #arthur hill #chrismd #italian bach #ukyt #uk youtubers #useless hotline #slow burn

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notpixl · 6 months ago

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Realizing they’re in love with you! HSR Edition

(Ft. Robin, Acheron, Blackswan, Feixiao)

Y’all this came up to me while in class the voices told me to write this okay or else they’ll delete my accounts 🥲

Also, Beauty amidst Death will have an update. I’m just cringing at the fact that I decided leave it in strange place and am wondering how to continue it…

GN!Reader as usual. I want all sides to be happy

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Robin

It’s… weird?

Well, she does get the usual fans declaring their love to her and all but somehow you’re different??? Like what-

Nowadays, whenever you two hug she’s always a blushing mess! And how come she just noticed that you’re… really, really close…

Too close…

There’s like this feeling on her stomach whenever you two are together. It doesn’t matter if it’s a call, a meetup, or just hanging out! It… It’s always there!

And whenever your name is mentioned her ears perk up! Like… what did do you to her?!

Eventually she’ll consult about these feelings with Sunday but he just chuckles it off, leaving her to guess what it is. (At least give her a hint!)

Though the answer would come knocking at her door

It was a simple gift

From you

There’s a little note etched into the cover

“For someone that means so much to me :)”

Opening it revealed a pretty little necklace

With a Dove as its Pendant

…come to think of it don’t they represent something?

She’s sure it was something about…

Peace…

Freedom…

And Love!

Wait…

Love…?

She slowly covers her face in embarrassment

Why… did it take her so long to figure this out?!

Aeons, she’s so dumb!

“All this time I was in love with them…”

Acheron

She’s met many people

Countless if you will

But why…?

Why is it that in this ever current flow of forgetting and remembering…

She just can’t seem to forget your lovely face?

She’ll rush to the libraries, read the news, heck, even threaten ask the greatest philosophers on what this feeling means!

Perhaps that Memokeeper knows something…?

Oh forget it!

She’ll tackle this head-on!

…by asking you herself.

“Ah… so that’s it is… Love.”

Black Swan

Hmm… what a quaint feeling she’s having when you’re around

Love, isn’t it?

She’s only seen and heard about it… but not once has she ever had the chance to have a feel…

…would you reciprocate these feeling as well?

Although that possibility comes in mind…

She’d rather hear it from you than face the harsh reality of rejection

Then again…

Would her as a whole be enough?

She’s never considered using her body to charm someone, let alone the person she has come to love…

Perhaps…

Perhaps you will

“The possibilities are endless… but I’ll never stop it from blooming.”

Feixiao

She’s rather perplexed

Wait- no… yeah no that actually works-

All it takes was one glance during her walk and now she’s stumbling on her way to work with this… strange feeling

There’s no point in running away, she already has Moze tracking you down

She’d talk to Jiaoqiu about this, only receiving a shrug and scraps of determination to “find it out herself.”

Cheeky Foxian…

Hmm…

Maybe she should ask from the source itself?

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You lay in bed, already done with today’s schedule when you notice a shift in weight on your waist

Your eyes hesitate to open

“That’s not a good way to greet guests, isn’t it?”

Moving won’t help

“Look at me.”

You’re met with such a pair of eyes you can’t even begin to describe them

Scary? Beautiful? I think that shouldn’t be your main concern right now-

“I’ve got a question…”

Her grip tightens on your shoulders

“What did you do to me?”

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Um… no comment down here

I hope you enjoyed/hated it

Asks are always open I guess if you want to force me to write and die and sob and and and a sn

#hsr x reader #feixiao x reader #acheron x reader #hsr robin x reader #blackswan x reader #GUYS I #BELIEVE IN NAIVE OPTIMISM #BECAUSE #THIS DRABBLE #IS ASS

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luveline · 2 years ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

you have a bad habit and miguel finds a solution —a begrudgingly in love miguel deals with his gf’s oral fixation. 1k. requested here

cw mildly mature themes/love bites. mdni

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Miguel knew when he passed you his hand that you'd start some weird shit like this. You withhold for a while, but eventually his fingertips end up by your mouth. You brush them against your lips absent-mindedly. He knows you like the feeling, knows you draw an unconscious comfort from being able to chew on something, and he's not interested in demonising you for something you can't help.

What he can't abide is your using him like a dollar store chew toy. The second he feels your breath against his fingers, he pulls your joined hands down into the gap between your thighs on the workbench and warns, "Don't."

"Sorry, Miguel," you say, blinking back to attention.

"Can't you chew on a pencil like a normal person?"

"Sorry," you say again, not really sorry. Miguel's not really mad. "I forget that it's you."

He likes the sound of that, even if he's still disapproving. It's hard to be mad when the level of trust you have for him extends so far, the comfort he gets from your mere presence reflected in you and your lack of shame surrounding a bad habit. Miguel sighs and goes back to his sketching. You squeeze his hand twice and do the same.

If you can't bite him, you'll bite yourself. It starts with your nails and stretches to your cuticles. You've hurt yourself doing it before, and Miguel doesn't want to see you do it again. He winces at way you nibble your skin.

"Could you cut it out?" he asks.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're trying to start the next apocalypse."

"It's not hurting anyone," you insist.

"It's hurting you."

You let go of his hand to take the computer mouse, dragging and dropping a file from the first monitor onto his. He doesn't bother opening it. It's some flirtatious drivel or tech he doesn't want to deal with, undoubtedly.

"It's okay," you sing-song quietly. "You're such a worrier."

He thinks, Fine. Leaves you to your work, gets on with his own, and tries not to worry about your poor fingertips. Ten minutes become an hour, and he forgets what you'd been squabbling about, distracted by work. You drop file after file onto his screen until he gives in and opens one, finds a note drawing done with a jagged cursor of him, he assumes, frowny-faced with a bright red heart drawn around himself. The majority are the same, though the first one you sent him is Miguel with a smile, his cartoon version captioned, "secret softie :3". He puts a couple in his files and the rest in the recycling basket.

He's retrieving the ones he deleted guiltily when you hiss. He checks on you from the corner of his eye, and notices the little red line of blood building in your cuticle.

"There's actually something wrong with you."

"Ouch," you murmur, waving your finger around. "Stings."

"I told you."

"D'you have a bandaid?"

Miguel doesn't have a bandaid in the workshop. His first aid kit is half nano tech, half traditional wrap around bandages, all overkill for your surface wound. He takes pit on you and your crinkled face and pulls your hand toward eye level to inspect the damage. You've pulled the cuticle skin up toward the bed and torn skin that should be left alone, blood quick to congeal in the air. He should've just let you bite him.

"Idiot," he says, and kisses the side of your hand. "Don't do it again."

You grumble at his name calling but seem otherwise appeased. It's not long before your hand is going back to your mouth, but you must remember his demand, choosing to tuck your hands between your thighs. You squirm in your seat and can't focus on your work.

Miguel thinks, Fuck it.

"Alright, come here."

You wheel your chair closer.

"What, I have to do all the work?" he asks, holding out his arms. "Come here."

You stand and slide between the desk and his legs. His thighs are big, and your own press to the top of the desk from the lack of space. You put a hand on his arm curiously.

"Kiss me," he says.

You lean in quickly and kiss him. A tentative thing where you're usually confident laying one on him.

"What was that?" he asks.

"A kiss?"

"Kiss me properly," he says. He bracelets your elbow in a big hand, a soft touch to reassure you. "You've wanted to all day."

You have the decency to pretend (albeit weakly) that he's wrong. "Whaaaat? Who told you that?"

Miguel sighs and takes your face into his hands instead. He takes in your expression slowly, your eyes, your pupils like black dimes, lashes kissing in the outer corners as you look down to his mouth. You bite the inside of your lip and he loses it —Miguel tugs you against his chest and kisses you firmly, hand at the small of your back and pulling urgently upward in an attempt to bring you closer.

He can feel the little line from your own biting on your lips as he presses against the seam of them, and he doesn't know what he's going to do with you besides kiss you: he won't let you chew on him, no matter how nice your mouth is. He'll just have to kiss you until you can cope.

Or you could always bite him in other places.

"Wait, wait, I can't breathe," you say, pulling away.

Miguel works his fingertips under the back of your shirt, feeling the slope of bare skin there absentmindedly. "My bad. How's your compulsion?"

"Wanna play vampires?" you ask.

He laughs and leans away from you, a feigned disapproval. "Wanna play get a grip?"

"Grip on your neck?" you ask.

"How about I bite you? See how you like it."

You pull your knee up, socked foot digging into his thigh as you lay your cheek on his collar, straining up every time you want to kiss his neck. You press sweet, chaste kisses into his skin, seemingly unbothered by the pretzel-like position you've twisted yourself into.

"You act like I'm a chair."

"You told me," —kiss, kiss— "to sit here, Miguel, I don't know what you want from me." Third kiss, then a fourth.

He tamps down goosebumps and gives up. "Can you chill out while I work?"

"... I can keep kissing you?"

"Do what you like. I need to finish this net."

You lounge. Miguel struggles to keep it together, but at least you aren't biting your nails anymore.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed!! if you did and you have the time, please think about reblogging <3

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audiovideodisco · 7 months ago

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shhhh this might be a crazy idea omg omg omg feel free to delete this but what about being wilson’s sugar baby? 👉👈 that’s like a dream come true tbh

Ohhohoooooo this is … you got me thinking here…

My diamond secret.

You work in PPTH under House, but there’s no way you can afford the life you live with a fellows salary…

cw: sugaring, swearing, vague medical talk

word count: 600 ish

requested: yes

sfw: yes

relationship: wilson x reader

characteristics: gn

“Hey [Y/N]…” Thirteen sniffs the air with a confused look, “are you wearing a new scent?”

You smile a little and look into your bag as you rifle through it, eventually sitting down with a coffee that was definitely stupidly overpriced.

“Yeah, you like it?”-“Yeah, it’s subtle but it suits you.”

“Thanks, Remy, I wish I could wear more to work, I really like it.”

Thirteen laughs a little and turns to House as he walks into the room, his eyes squinting as he notices something different. You had been getting new things recently, the last couple of months, not that you’d been showing off or anything but House knew something had changed. There was no way you could afford to get this many new cashmere sweaters, new bags, fancy designer sneakers… you name it. At first he thought you might be getting yourself into some major debt, but that’s wasn’t like you, and he had no reason to think you might be manic.

The DDx continues as normal, but House keeps his eye on you, noticing - for the first time - a bracelet on your wrist. It’s simple and plain, but it’s gold.

“Go, get a scan of his head.” He says, and you and the team get up to leave the office. As the others filter out before you, you hear House ask you to wait for a moment.

“So. New bracelet?”

“Uh, yeah… got it last week… why’d you ask?”

“I’ve seen that jewellery collection on TV, advertised at like 2000 dollars. No way you bought that.”

You scoff and laugh.

“Why’d you say that?” House rolls his eyes and his voice begins to strain a little as his frustration grows.

“Are you putting yourself into debt? Did you steal it?”

“What the fuck, House?”

“There’s no way you can afford to buy all these things on a fellows salary, I know, I’m your boss-“

“Wow- I appreciate your… concern? It’s none of your business.” You say curtly.

House looked a bit taken aback by your response, but nodded his head.

“Good for you. Now go do your job.”

You roll your eyes half jokingly and go do your job, like you’re told to. The case is as weird as the rest, throwing every curveball under the sun at you. As you’re taking a sort-of-break in the cafeteria, Wilson places his tray across from you and sits at the table, handing you a drink.

“Hey.” You say softly, not looking up from the papers in front of you. When you do finish the sentence you’re writing, you take a big sip from the drink and mouth a thank you. Wilson smiles and taps your foot with his under the table.

“You really should take an actual break, you know.”

“Yeah, right, that’d give House the chance to grill me again.”

“What? Why is he-“

“He saw the bracelet and is connecting the dots…”-Realisation flashed on Wilson’s face, followed by a small smile and flush of embarrassment,

“Oh… shit. I know I said I love it when you wear what I buy you, but maybe leave it at home…”

“No, it’s too late… maybe we can make it a game…” You say, a mischievous smile on your face as you sip your drink again.

“Ah ah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea-“

“C’mon, Jamesy…”

He rolled his eyes playfully, laughing with you, until his pager went.

“I’ve got to go, sweetheart…” He whispered, “I’ve put a little more into your account so you can go and get some you time tonight, then I’ll see you tomorrow, alright, love?”

You nod and smile,

“Thank you, Jamesy.” You say with a flush on your cheeks as he walks away, pulling up your sleeves to really make sure your new gifts were visible.

#house md #james wilson #gregory house #hatecrimes md #greg house #james wilson x reader #medical malpractice md #house md imagine

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aria-greenhoodie · 6 months ago

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Time stuck au but it’s Pacifica meeting the Anti-Cipher society. And she is becoming Abigale’s apprentice in engineering.

I thought I DELETED THIS ASK but I DIDNT it was just HIDDEN FOR SOME REASON! anyway this idea has captivated me, I have yet to draw Pac with the whole society (I WILL) but here’s some doodles of her and Abbey!!

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Also some extra musings under the cut…..

The Northwests travel to Illinois one holiday. Pacifica takes some time off from her insufferable parents to find someplace worth visiting. Unfortunately, it seems like nothing in Illinois is worth visiting. She eventually finds herself at 333 North East West Drive, a functionally abandoned historical building, “For Rent” sign collecting dust in its windows. Something catches her eye on the ground - what looks to be a normal tape measurer. I say “looks to be,” because it is in fact a TIME tape-measurer, albeit a half-broken one.

Pacifica ends up in 1901 using the half-broken time tape measurer and manages to break it completely. Luckily for her, Abigale finds her and agrees to help fix it… and teach Pacifica some mechanical know-how in the process!

Abigale doesn’t know that she’s Pacifica’s ancestor. Pacifica is pretty certain Abigale Blackwing is Abigale Northwest, but doesn’t say anything because Abigale Northwest was always considered a bit of a stain on the family, half-buried by history. Pacifica doesn’t want to let Abigale know she’s been erased, and honestly, is still a little bought-in to her family’s philosophy of sweeping “unsavory” people or things under the rug at this point.

Pacifica is actually pretty damn good at mechanics! She takes a second to get a hang of it, but once she grasps the basics she learns the rest shockingly quick. Abigale is so proud.

Pacifica actually helps enable some semblance of workshop-safety in the society, what with her modern knowledge that lead, mercury, and arsenic are all deadly toxins that you shouldn’t be putting in “anti-cipher tonic” to guzzle and/or rub on your skin.

The rest of the society LOVE Pacifica. That’s their collective daughter now.

Jessamine teaches her how to shoot! Pacifica isn’t a very good natural aim, but Jessie is patient and knows skill comes with practice.

Horace is so charmed by her, he really takes up a sort of father figure. He would mow down entire countries for this kid. Pacifica doesn’t know how to take Horace at first, since she’s so used to her real dad sucking ass, but she becomes close with him fast!

Thurburt is SO her silly weird uncle. Thurburt was always a clumsy, accident-prone fool, but somehow around Pacifica he becomes even more slapstickly-inclined. Pacifica thinks he’s doing it on purpose to get a laugh out of her. He is. It always works.

Even O’Pimm, the crotchety old drunk that he is, gets a kick out of her! He likes her honesty. If Pac thinks something’s daft or dull, she’ll say it. O’Pimm is glad to not be the ONLY one with sense around the society anymore.

And of course, it goes without saying that Abigale ADORES Pac. Abigale never wanted to be a mother, but teaching Pacifica the ropes of engineering and working her through her problems made her reconsider that thought.

Pacifica actually manages to fix the time tape measurer all on her own one night. It takes 2 weeks for her to finally tell the society. She almost doesn’t want to leave.

Abigale was the one to convince her to go home. “The future needs you, Pacifica. It needs brilliant, talented girls like you. You’ve got people waiting on you, but more than that, you’ve got a whole WORLD waiting for you! Live your life, Pacifica, your story doesn’t end in this time. Promise me you’ll make some change in that future of yours, rather than feel trapped in the past with us…”

Pacifica is a lot different when she returns. She’s suddenly way into tinkering, something she keeps secret from her family. She’s also a lot happier, and a lot less concerned about mistakes (though she’s more worried when her parents are in eye or earshot…)

Pacifica starts to really get interested in the story of Abigale Northwest. She unearths a lot of hidden secrets about her life. Most of it isn’t good, especially now. At least Pacifica knows the truth, now. (I have a VERY specific idea as to how Abbey’s life was after the society disbanded and it is NOT pretty. Link for most of it here)

She wishes Abigale could have had her happy ending. She wonders if she had stayed behind, could she have changed things? She considered using the time tape measurer to go back more times then she’d like to admit. But she made a promise, didn’t she? Her job is here in the future, not stuck in the past…

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sleepybbywrites · 2 months ago

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Happy Little Omega Farms (1) 18+

a/n: this is reposted! I am however the original author, my other tumblr was just casually deleted by tumblr smile

summary: reader is an omega. the avengers pack needs an omega. the pack leaders of the avengers arrive at hlof to see if they can find the perfect fit, will it be reader?

warnings: alpha/omegaverse, this chapter doesn't have too much but definitely mentions some adult things

pairings: this will eventually be avengers x reader, this chapter however has tony x reader and steve x reader

word count: 1.9k~

MASTERLIST (wip) | HLOF MASTERLIST/INFO

Happy Little Omega Farms was the biggest Omega sanctuary in the world. Which sounded extravagant and massive, but considering they only housed roughly 100 omegas (which was 95% of known remaining omegas), it was still a fairly small organization. Security however, was very tight. Protocols were in place to ensure the safety of omegas and some even worried that some of the omegas were purposefully unaccounted for in a secret attempt to create more omegas. Whatever the case may have been, HLOF was the best bet for the Avengers to find their pack an omega. The Avengers might have been a group of some of the most elite minds, but they were also still just as affected by the Omega shortage as every other pack.

Which was how Steve Rogers and Tony Stark ended up sitting in the small waiting room. Well, Steve was sitting. Tony was standing, one hand on his hip while he spoke to the poor unsuspecting beta behind the counter, ranting about how they were prestigious guests, they shouldn’t be required to wait, blah blah blah. Steve had tuned it out within the first minute of him opening his mouth. Steve sat quietly, his large frame dwarfing the small chair he was seated in. He had a tablet in his hand and he was reading through information about some of the ‘adoptable’ omegas in their database. It felt weird, looking over these little profiles about the omegas, he felt like he was shopping instead of trying to get an idea of which omega might best work for their pack of superheroes.

A different beta worker approached him, leaning forwards over the tablet. “If there are any that you’d like to meet while you’re here today, just click the little heart next to their picture.” The beta gave him a warm smile and he could feel the effects of their beta scent soothing his nerves ever so slightly. He gave them a small nervous smile in return and thanked them, returning to the top. Tony had apparently given up on trying to get them special privileges as he plopped down in the seat beside Steve with a loud huff.

“Anyone interesting?” he asked the blonde. Steve’s brows furrowed at his words and he cast him a quick sidelong glance before he sighed softly. “It just feels weird.. I mean what if I skip over someone and they’d be perfect for us?” he asked, reading over another blurb of information about the first omega. Tony took the tablet from him and began clicking the heart on every single one of them, until they had hearted all thirty currently available omegas. Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess that’s one way to do it..” You had been sitting on one of the benches outside, seated next to two very chatty omegas who were talking about– you tuned back into the conversation for a moment– dildos. Maybe it was time to go back inside. You rose to your feet, not even getting a glance from the two you’d been sitting with as you made your way back into the little side door to the sanctuary. As soon as you walked in you were hit with a cloud of nervous scents coming from absolutely everywhere. Almost as if on cue, the little bracelet on your wrist buzzed, lighting up a little heart indicator. You were chosen for consideration. Apparently, whatever prestigious alphas were visiting had selected not only you but also every other eligible omega in the sanctuary, which very easily explained all the panicked and nervous scents. You made it back to your room and rifled through your clothes. You weren’t not nervous but the idea of meeting with some rich alphas didn’t rile you up the same way it seemed to with the other twenty-nine omegas chosen. After stressing over your options for a lot longer than you felt you should have, you settled on a pair of light colored jeans, light blue converse and a matching light blue sweater. Now you just had to wait until your bracelet lit up once more.

Each ten minute session with the omegas seemed to fade into the next and eventually Steve just sat still in the room while letting Tony take the lead. Damn extroverts. He listened to the omegas talk about themselves, about the kinds of things they hoped for from a pack. Each one of them seemed to be cut off abruptly at some point or another by Tony and Steve just watched from the sidelines, unsure of what had prompted him to send them off in the first place. Tony was good at this, at figuring people out, so Steve felt strangely comfortable with letting him decide to shoo off the current omega and let the next one join them.

It had been almost five hours by the time they’d made it to the final omega on the list, the one that had been eligible but unadopted the longest. Tony had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows by this point, his jacket thrown over one of the chairs. Steve could smell the frustration on his scent, obviously displeased by every other omega they’d met that day. Steve thought they had all seemed nice and he could have easily pictured himself with any of them, but it wasn’t just about him. It wasn’t even about just him and Tony, it was about the entire team. Steve found himself sighing softly just before the door opened one last time.

You stepped into the small meeting room and your eyebrows rose at the sight before you. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. These were the prestigious alphas that had rejected the other twenty-nine omegas? You were done for. You offered a small, slightly uneasy smile as you walked in. You missed the way Steve seemed to perk up slightly, but you didn’t miss the way Tony’s scent morphed, from one of frustration to a slightly softer scent. You introduced yourself and like the good little omega you were trained to be, you allowed them both to smell the slightly fainter scent glands in your wrist. Steve’s hands were massive compared to your own as he gently held your wrist up to his nose. His eyes shut and just as quickly as he’d let go of you, Tony had your wrist in his hand, inhaling your scent deeply.

It had been a long time since you’d noticed Alpha’s scenting aroused from you. The combined scent of both of them at once was almost overwhelming and you had to sit down to keep your knees from buckling from beneath you.

Tony stared at you across the small table, even from where you were seated you could see the way his pupils had dilated, swallowing almost the entirety of his deep brown irises. Despite Steve not having done much of the talking, he was the first to actually speak to you. “So.. what kind of pack are you hoping for?” His question was one that almost every alpha asked and you took in a slow breath, knowing your answer would most likely cause you to be sent out early, just like most of the other omega’s they'd spoken to today.

“I’m looking for a pack that will treat me as more than just a weak omega.” you said the words and lifted your head in an almost defiant manner. Steve looked over at Tony who was grinning. Something about the grin made your heart begin to race and the billionaire’s scent began to grow more and more intense. Steve rose to his feet, clamping a hand over the other man’s scent gland with a low growl.

“You’re overwhelming her.” he growled into Tony’s ear. The shorter man cleared his throat and straightened his tie, yanking a scent block stick from his pocket, aggressively rubbing it over his scent glands, shaking his head with a laugh. Steve seemed pleased with this but didn’t sit back down. His eyes found yours and he nodded, something that surprised you. “I think that’s an entirely fair request. Do you have a certain personality type or two that you’re less inclined to respond to?” he asked, brows pinching together in thought as he awaited your response.

You swallowed nervously, you didn’t usually get past the first question in interviews. Your eyes met with the man’s deep blue eyes, his own pupils a bit more blown now, though his scent remained a steady constant. “Just alphas that think omega’s are only fuck toys.” the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them and you felt your pulse race, cheeks flushing as you imagined them getting offended and tossing you out. The men cast each other a glance and you shrank back into your seat, waiting for the inevitable.

“It’s starting to make sense why you’ve been here so long.” Tony’s reply was blunt and you couldn’t help but wince slightly. Steve elbowed him in the ribs and there was a small exchange of low growls between the two Alphas but Tony cleared his throat and stepped closer to you. You looked up at him, expecting to be told off. However he simply crouched down in front of you. You could see the way his eyes dilated once more as he caught onto your scent and he tutted softly. “Hey, I didn’t mean that as a slight against you. I meant that Alphas are idiots and usually just think with their dicks rather than their brains.” His hand came up and gently cupped your chin in his hand. “I think you might be just what we’ve been looking for..”

You felt like the air had been pulled from your lungs. You’d been stuck in this stupid sanctuary for so long, meeting so many alphas that would rather ignore you and take home whatever omega was willing to bend over and let them fuck them senseless that the idea that you might be chosen was almost unbelievable. Your eyes roamed over Tony’s face slowly before you looked over at Steve whose expression was soft. Tony rose to his feet and he walked over to the door, knocking to get the attention of one of the workers. Once the door opened he began talking about another meeting, about bringing the entirety of his pack to meet with you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, making his words fade away. You almost didn’t notice when Steve crouched down in front of you this time, taking one of your hands in both of his.

You looked down at the way his hands engulfed your own, his hands were rough and calloused but so incredibly gentle. You had to remind yourself that this man was an alpha. Not just an alpha either, he was an avenger, a superhero. And he wanted you? They both did? Your head turned slightly to look over at Tony speaking with one of the workers of the sanctuary, both tapping over tablets and talking dates, times, expectations. Your gaze drifted back to the man in front of you and he gave you a smile. “I really hope you’re what we’ve been looking for..” his voice was soft and part of you found yourself wanting to lean forwards, to burrow into the massive expanse of his chest and just disappear. But you held back, you’d only just met him and you were much more than just a submissive little omega.

“I hope so too..”

#avengers x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x you #avengers x you #tony stark x you #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!tony stark #omegaverse #marvel omegaverse #sleepywrites #HLOF

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii!!! I just wanted to ask for some fluffy HCs with Slender, please and thank you!! <3

I hope you enjoy these very long Slender rambles <3

I've had this idea for a little while, but we all know Slender communicates through people's minds, and I'm just imagining him keeping a sort of open "channel" for you and you taking advantage of it. He can open and close "channels" which are essentially how he communicates with people, and when he doesn't want to read someone's mind or talk to them through their mind he closes their channel, but he pretty much always leaves yours open. This allows you the opportunity to pester him constantly, which you obviously take advantage of. He could be working on countless business papers, and you just start rambling in your mind about Tiktok drama you saw, and he just has to sigh and rest his head in his palm while he tries to keep reading his paperwork because he knows if he closes your channel you'll be sad at him for ignoring you. You're in the middle of dinner with everyone and he's trying to listen to everyone that's talking and you're just making eye contact with him from across the table mentally rambling about things when you KNOW he's trying to listen to someone else. Always pester the noodle man, because he won't stop you and it's amusing to watch him try to ignore it.

I sort of rambled the other day about Slender being chronically bad with technology, and now I just wanna ramble about it more, in connection with the first one. He knows BEN and the others will make fun of him directly to his face if he asks them for help, so he always calls upon you to be the one to help him figure out different things. He calls you in an absolute panic freaking out because he accidentally deleted a huge amount of a report he was typing, and you have to try and explain that he can just hit command z to undo it, and he freezes for a moment. You think you can finally leave and get back to your own business but then he panics and yells, "WHICH BUTTON IS THE COMMAND BUTTON?? IS IT THE BUTTON WITH THE MOST AUTHORITY?? WHICH ONE IS THAT??" Really fast before you can just tell him to calm down and actually show him which button it is. He accidentally shuts off his brightness one day and panics because now his screen is pitch black and he can't figure out what he did wrong, and you have to teach him about it. I'm also just imagining you having to teach him about bookmarks because he would absolutely have hundreds of tabs open. You look at his screen and discover he's never closed a single tab, he just reopens another version of an old one he can't find. He always apologizes for things like this but sometimes it's just so exasperating.

I feel like Slender wants to be included in things, but he had no idea how to ask without anybody possibly thinking he was weird in the beginning. The mansion has so many nights where everyone is doing different things, like book club night, game night, movie night, and yeah he's there for all of those, but he doesn't really know how to get involved because despite Slender being their Boss and Father FigureTM, he was still quite shy about getting involved in things because he feels like he's too old and he doesn't understand things. Game nights are the worst because he always wants to play whatever they're playing but he doesn't know how to ask without feeling like the "How do you do, fellow kids?" meme. They're playing Mario Kart and he's sitting there awkwardly wanting to ask to race but he doesn't even know how to use a Switch controller, much less even play Mario Kart. I feel like eventually, it got to the point where someone (likely BEN) noticed and invited him over, and now I have the cute image in my head of them all teaching him how to hold the very tiny remote in his hands and which buttons to press, and all of them going easy so he can complete a race with them and he's SO HAPPY???? Next game night they ask Slender to teach them games he played growing up with his brothers and his heart melts from it. I'm also imagining him letting them pick which book to read for book club and it's some cheesy new romance book and he's just discussing this very Not SlenderTM romance book with them and still being so excited about it. Jane picks "The Notebook" at movie night at they make Slender sit in the middle and he's just crying along with all of them. Just very soft Slender learning how to be included in modern things with everyone time and now he's always included in everything.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #slender mansion mayhem #slenderman #slenderman headcanon #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x reader

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prettyboypistol · 2 years ago

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I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to delete this ask! Can you do the mercs realizing they're into men because of the reader?

Of course! By the way, this is my 100th post! lucky lucky Anon! This goes out to all of the rest of my followers! Thank you for all the support and followers! I'll always look at your messages and write for TF2! I couldn't be here without all of you! Thank you for letting me be the weird gay man who likes writing about old gay men kissing! -PrinceThomas :>

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader || Gay Awakening! +18

Scout

Super in denial at first, compares you to actors he likes or thinks are hot and kinda shelves it. Is MAD jealous that you just somehow look great no matter what (to him hehe)

Realizes he has a crush on you when his usual spank bank material of girls isn't really doing it for him anymore. It's 4am, he's tired and horny and a little drunk... his mind just wandered, okay?!

Daydreamer 100%, but his feelings for you and his feelings for Miss Pauling kinda fuck him up ngl?? Is he a homo or not?? I mean, he likes boobs and lipstick and girls, but the rough and tumbled grease in your stubble just gets him rarin in a way girls didn't.

Bisexual struggles fr. Assuming that you're a Stonewall riot supporter, he'd probably try to roundabout ask if he can experiment with you.

What really set you apart from the other mercs is that you just look good compared to them! Yeah, there are some conventionally attractive guys, but you're h o t.

Soldier

Soldier, like Scout, assumed his attraction to you was something more akin to respect or friendliness. I mean, no other soldier he's ever met sacrificed himself to save him! That takes guts! Yeah, you respawned after, but the honor was still there for him.

Develops or at least tries to develop a friendship like what he with Demoman. He might come off like a very determined puppy, but you know he means well.

Uses you as someone to compare others too. (Ex. "SCOUT! THAT WAS HORRENDOUS TECHNIQUE! TAKE A LOOK AT THAT FINE MAN OVER THERE! DETERMINED! STRONG! TAKE NOTES, PRINCESS!")

When he does realize it's love, he is upfront and honest about his feelings with you. After all, if Jane did like men, he could find more powerful army and recreate that unbeatable ancient army of homosexuals!

Asks around about romance, probably interrogates Medic about how to court another man because let's be honest Medic looks gay as he'll and I will die on the hill that every merc just assumes that man is queer.

Pyro

In Pyroland, you're a prince on a unicorn. You're straight out of a fairy tale. They're overjoyed to have a prince in Pyroland rather than just babies! Yeah, it's fun to be childish, but a whimsical joy that are more complex are fun too!

Absolutely follows you around and talks about you to Engie non-stop. Engie jokes that Pyro might have a crush on you and they seriously consider it. They realize you're attractive when you do a party trick of spitting out Bug spray and lighting it on fire, making it look like you breathe fire.

As you cough and retch at the lingering taste of bug repellant in your mouth, Pyro applauds your trick and keeps trying to talk to you. They eventually are able to communicate to you, asking if you have any more fire tricks. You show them that you can twirl a pencil between all your fingers when the eraser tip is lit up like a candle.

You can kind of tell that they like you romantically, but you're not sure how to tell them that you know. A few chats with Engie tells you all you need to know: Pyro has never pursued a romantic interest, Pyro likes you, and that you can probably get their attention with an honest conversation.

Demoman

The most casual about their realization that they like you- and men in general. Just a peek at you in the showers after a particularly clutch victory caused a few rather dirty thoughts. It wasn't that big of a deal to him and kept his attitude of a drunken "Well, a hole's a hole, I bet he's tight."

Probably offers a little bit of fun after a long night of party, definitely a lot more drunk than usual as he leans a tad too close for friendship. That deep, gravelly, and warm voice growled in your ear with an open offer to join him in his room that night.

If you joined, he wouldn't remember the night and regret that he forgot the night in the morning when you and him snuggle awake. If you decline it's no harm no foul.

One of those types of guys who actually can balance his feelings for you along with his friendship- he keeps the ball in your court and stayed professionally friendly, maybe a tad brotherly competitive.

Heavy

This man is an iron wall to hide his feelings. He had the idea that he just wasn't the type to want a relationship- which was fine, more time to work to keep his family safe- but then you jumped out into danger to protect him. He was on the brink of death and you selflessly risked your life for him! Yeah, you both respawned, but it was the gesture that mattered!

His eyes trailed you a lot more often, like a security camera. He pretended to be read his book, but he knew exactly where you were. Medic is the first to notice this change.

Medic asks about Heavy's feelings for you, since Heavy had never ordered Medic to go heal anyone else before! Hell, the both of you tended to stay behind Heavy during battles after that, so you two had a sense of closeness.

When you all went out on a trip to the beach, Heavy loved watching you in the water, and even allowed himself to be dragged in by you to play water polo with Soldier and Demoman. He's a long game of chess, hopefully you can win him over!

Is a bit more protective of you out of battle, but that's something only the people he threatens is aware of.

Engie

Oh fucking god holy shit what the hell man's fucking gay PANICS. DELL IS HEARTSTOPPINGLY FROZEN IN FEAR WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HE LIKES MEN.

All you did was scale a chainlink fence with ease, albeit with a small growling as the metal dug into your fingers. Dell swallowed the feeling thickly. He didn't mean to stare at your ass, really! It just sorta... happened.

And then it happened again as he kneeled to construct a sentry. Then when he was sat down at the kitchen table as you walked by. The only time he didn't catch a glance was when you turned to him with a smug look and a "if you wanna look at my ass, you could just ask."

He knows a lot of gay cowboy culture, but was far too scared to go ahead with a few of the gestures. Although, you weren't as shy, giving him a grey handkerchief when he spillied oil on himself.(translation: grey handkerchief=bondage kink)

Finally- FINALLY! He offers you his hat on a very hot day with his head looking straight at the ground.(translation: if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, y'all fucking)

Sniper

In the top 3 of "chillest reactions to realizing he likes men", but barely on the podium yk?

Mick was doing some target practice and had lost track of time, his pot of coffee and snack pile had been long empty. Right as he was about to get up to stretch his legs, he saw you on the last rung to the ladder of his nest. "Oh hey Snipes! You missed lunch and dinner, 'decided to check in on our favorite sharpshooter." When you stay for a few moments and hand him the bottles of water and leftovers from dinner, he realized that nobody made him feel that loved.

You just being kind sends him into a "did he do that to hit on me? Does he do this to everyone?" Yeah he panics about everything you do, but not because you're a man- it's because a crush is a crush to him!

Sniper does genuinely try to show interest, but in a subtle way like inviting you out to take a smoke break, target practice, maybe offer to let you join him to survivalist camp for a few days.

Spy

Silver medalist of the chill reaction podium, mainly because he laments to himself about all the potential money he had lost by not seducing more men in his more freelance espionage days. He could have hooked up with Saxton Hale to swindle that oaf out of millions- if he had thought of that.

Does a full background and thorough investigation into your personal life, how you reacted to the huge news event of Stonewall, if you had ever hooked up with a man, anything to see if he had a chance to sneak into your dating pool.

He treats you a lot like how he treats the women he seduces, but has to overcome how you brush him off casually like a man. Women were a language Spy speant years studying, so much so that he seldom kept up with the more masculine way of communicating.

At his wit's end, he just asks you bluntly. "Listen, I find you hot. I've been trying to get into your pants for almost 2 months now, do you want to have sex?"

Medic

This man already knew he was gay before you pulled up, sorry. BUT BUT BUT you are the first crush he's had! Yeah, he knew he liked the idealized version of a man he made up in his head, but you are better than the fictional men in books!

Despite the stereotype for Medic, he didn't fall for you when he saw you on his operating table. You and Engie were theorycrafting about hypothetical cybernetic enhancements. Engie had said something biologically inaccurate about the immune system, and before Medic could interrupt your private conversation, you corrected Engie! Not in a demeaning way, but in a way that clearly showed that you had a love for biological science. Medic's heart skipped a beat.

Constantly offering you new enhancements for your body and coddles you about painful proedures (he actually gives you anathesia! How sweet!) and sends his experimental ideas to you for a betaread over. For Medic, that's essentially a confession in and of itself!

Has written your name in little hearts on his note margins and uses you as his anatomy sketch references when he needs to visualize the human skeleton.

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