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author's note: hiiiiii! this could potentially be a series if people like it. I have never written anything before and I did not proofread very carefully + wrote this super late at night. there seems to be a ton of lore in this part to set the vibe. let me know what you think! I am new to tumblr but I am pretty sure my asks/requests are open as well! ok byeee xoxo
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i. lilac short skirt
September, 2023
The sound of various playlists had been echoing down the hall and into your poorly insulated room for the past few hours. However, it was silent in your room, as your normally steady hand was shakily applying a final coat of mascara to your lashes. You sighed as you twisted the wand back into the tube, tossed it in your yet-to-be-organized drawer, and ran your fingers through your hair. Gazing at your reflection, you grew frustrated. It was your senior year at UConn, you had just moved all of your things back into Husky Village with the rest of your closest sorority sisters, and everything was on track to go perfect for the year. You had just received your LSAT scores back, and they were better than what you had initially anticipated, ensuring you an acceptance at your law school of choice when looked at in combination with your perfect GPA. There was only one thing missing, and it was the one thing you had never imagined you would be without. Her.
Attempting to make it through syllabus week seemed nearly impossible on Monday, but you had managed. The entire week felt like going through the motions. Your routine in Storrs, CT, had been the same for nearly the last three years and you hadnât realized how difficult revisiting the familiar places on campus would be for your healing process. Honestly, you were just thankful to have not seen her yet, but you knew the odds of running into her tonight were more likely than not; Paige.Â
On that note, you opened your nightstand drawer. You had been doing so well in regulating your grief, but you couldnât help the tear that threatened to escape when you gently picked up the polaroid of the two of you from last Fall. Both of you in unintentionally matching sweatsuits, you sat on her lap at a bonfire party. She had a blanket wrapped around herself sitting in a lawn chair, with her arms wrapping around you. You had flashed your biggest smile for the camera, a natural blush showing on your cheeks as a result from the butterflies your then-girlfriend gave you as you cuddled into her, but Paige wasnât looking at the camera. She wore a soft smile while looking only at your bright face. It was the kind of look she reserved only for you, as if no one else was capable of evoking that same action from her. The polaroid was slightly worn, as it used to sit in the back of your phone case. Now, it resides permanently in your nightstand as the sight of it makes your stomach churn with the harsh reality of her absence, but throwing it away made the realness of the situation seem too permanent.Â
You were brought back to reality with two gentle knocks on the door. You didnât have time to hide the tear from earlier that had made its way down your cheek before your best friend, Hazel, had entered. She quickly shut the door behind her, and her big smile turned into a look of concern as she noticed the object between your fingers. âIâm not going to ask if youâre okay, but I just want you to know we donât have to go tonight if you donât want to. We can call food in and binge watch a show? We only have one year left together so I donât have a problem doing that insteadâ, she quickly babbled out. You could tell she had probably had a few with your sorority sisters down the hall at how quickly she had been talking and the flush of her face. âNoâ, you said. âI have to deal with this eventually, and I canât spend the whole year feeling sorry for myself. Letâs have fun tonight!â you smiled. You knew that Paige had more than likely moved on in more ways than one and there was no sense in making yourself miserable any longer. You had your girls, and that was all you needed. âCan you help me pick out an outfit?â you asked your seemingly convinced best friend. âYes!â she shrieked, b-lining it to your closet. You placed the polaroid back in your nightstand and shut the drawer while she rummaged through your freshly unpacked closet.Â
You felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as she started holding out options on her own body, tossing things aside she found unfit for the evening. You were thankful for the friendship you had made in your Introduction to Criminal Justice class you had taken your first semester at UConn. Hazel had taken a seat next to you on the first day and since then, you had been pretty much inseparable. You found yourself being literally snapped back to reality again with her loud laugh. âWhat are you smiling at? That was a quick mood changeâ. You shook your head as you told her, âI am just thankful for you. I donât know how I wouldâve made it these three years and especially the last few months without youâ. She just shook her head and turned back around to make her final selection before tossing her choice onto your bed and making her way towards the door. Before she let it shut she added, âThank me by putting that on and enjoying yourself. You deserve it. Iâm gonna go grab you a drink and some shots. You need them. When Iâm back, be ready to head out!âÂ
You giggled feeling excited for the first time in a while. It was short lived as you looked onto your bed to change into the outfit she had picked out. The lilac short skirt she had selected paired with a simple white baby tee had been the exact outfit you wore out to the same bar you were heading to the first night you had met and spent with her, with Paige.Â
September, 2021
Cramming yourself into Tedâs, you could feel the tequila sodas you had lost count of coursing through your veins. You had just finished your second syllabus week, the stress of recruitment, and getting ready for the exciting year ahead. Per usual greek-life tradition, the girls in your pledge class were taking some of the newly joined girls out to celebrate their bids, the start of their new college life, and to have a good time. Standing at only 5 '2 you held Hazelâs hand as she effortlessly guided you through the crowd to a somewhat-empty area for you all to conjoin at. You stood on your tiptoes to make sure no one was left behind before turning to Hazel. âLetâs go get some shots for everyone!â
 As you turned around, you bumped into a much taller figure, spilling their drink all over the floor. You felt your cheeks get hot with embarrassment and a ramble of apologies were already leaving your mouth as you looked up from where the pink liquid and ice cubes were, âOh my gosh, I am so sorry. I am so clumsy I canât believeâŠâ, you found yourself at a loss for words as you made eye contact with the girl. She was tall, and had to be at least 6â0. She had a skinnier build, but you could see the faint lines of proven muscle definition in her arms as she tucked loose hair behind her ears. She had a wide smile, without showing any teeth form and her eyes creased as she saw your expression. âHey, donât worry about it! Itâs crowded in here!â she laughed. You were thankful for her nonchalant reaction, but it didnât make the guilt you felt any better for spilling her pretty much full drink. âDo you think I could buy you another to make up for it? Please, itâs the least I could do. I donât mean that in a creepy âIâm trying to get with you wayâ, but more a âI feel like a dumbass and am really embarrassed wayâ. Not that I donât think that you're hot and wouldnât get withâŠâ you groaned as you cut yourself off again, hand covering your eyes as you made yourself cringe. You heard a light laugh, âItâs all good. Sure, you can buy me a drink. Iâm Paige, by the way. Paige Bueckersâ. As you looked up at her again, you saw her grin had grown into a gummy smile, holding out her hand to shake yours.Â
After introducing yourself, Paige led you to the bar with ease, given her height. After thinking she had lost you in the crowd the first time, she extended her hand backwards, offering her pinky for you to hold. You hope she didnât notice the way your face lit up as you accepted her simple gesture, trying not to read too far into how romantic it felt. You had literally just met the girl, but had never felt so instantly comfortable with someone in your life. Paige let you buy her drink you had spilt, but refused to let you pay for the next few rounds, your drinks included. You had talked about everything, covering where you guys were from, discovering your same ages, learning she was on the womenâs basketball team, and you being overly invested in your academics. You hadnât even realized how much time had passed till you felt your phone buzz and saw the time on your lockscreen, 12:45 a.m.
Hazel Crawford <3
Girl, are you good? I havenât seen you since you said you were going to the bar.
10:03 p.m.
I see you. Omg, are you hanging out with Paige Bueckers???
10:45 p.m.
I cannot wait to hear about this tomorrow.
11:30 p.m.
I am headed back home. I didnât want to interrupt you guys or make you feel like you needed to come home. Love you, be safe, and text me when you leave!
11:49 p.m.
Paige mustâve noticed your change in demeanor. âIs everything okay?â she asked. You quickly sent a response to Hazel telling her you were safe and would let her know when you got home. âYes, of course. I just came here with friends and hadnât realized how much time had passed. They were worried about me, but they all have gone home nowâ you replied sheepishly. âWell, are you ready to head out? I can walk you home if youâd likeâ she said as you stood up. You were pulling down your too-short lilac skirt down as you grabbed your things. âNo, no. You donât have to do that! I have already taken up so much of your night. Iâm sorry again -â you felt yourself being cut off again as she grabbed your hand that was holding your phone and purse. She looked you intently in the eyes as she said, âI would really like to walk you home if thatâs okay with youâ. You couldnât help the smile that crept on your face again as you led her towards the door. âOkay, Bueckers, letâs go home thenâ, you grinned.Â
You canât remember everything that you and Paige talked about on your way home, but you do remember the constant giggling, the way she swung your interlocked hands like you were just two kids, and the way she held the door open for you as you walked into your building. âThis is meâ you slowed, as you reached the door to your single dorm. âDo you want to come in?â you offered, feeling a little bold. Paige smiled before taking your other hand in hers. Holding them both she responded, âI would love to but I have practice in the morning and am already out way later than I should have been, but I didnât want to say goodbye to the prettiest girl in the barâ. You felt your face grow hot as what must have been the millionth time of the night. It had only been a couple hours and you knew this girl was going to be the death of you. You had a feeling she might be thinking the same of you. She took one of her hands holding yours and placed it on the side of your face, stroking your cheek before saying just above a whisper, âIâm really sorry if this is forward, but I really want to kiss you and -â. This time it was you cutting her off as you stood on your tippy toes to close the gap between the two of you. Your hands moved around her neck and her free hand moved to your waist, holding you gently as if you were porcelain but firm enough so that you couldnât melt away from her. You couldâve stayed that way for hours, but when you both finally pulled apart to catch your breath, it felt like time had frozen. Paige pecked your lips one more time before leaning down to whisper in your ear, âGoodnight, pretty girlâ. With that, she turned around and made her way down the hall. As you shut the door behind you you couldnât help the butterflies that exploded in your chest.Â
The next morning, you had woken up a bit panicked as you realized you had never gotten the tall blondeâs number, or knew where she lived. As you threw a sweatshirt on to head to Hazelâs room to debrief the night beforeâs events, you shut the door behind you. There you found an envelope freshly taped to your door, what mustâve been just an hour or so earlier. You quickly took the note and opened up to a phone number and a small note saying, âI hope you let me see you soon, Pretty Girlâ. You beamed to yourself before running down the hall to Hazelâs room.
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PLSSSS MORE FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS OF JASON TODDDD!
DUDEE!!!! really happy u asked but also omg this got long agaiN who would have thought (!) i added summaries this time tho :)
here is part one of my fic recs XD
andd heres the new ones!! pls give them some love if u read them :D
Dick and Jason:
how lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill by sunlitlemonade
There were blood drops dripping down his fingers to the ground. The puddle was big enough for it to have spread around more than half the tub. His breaths shuddered, they were shallow and waning. But he was breathing and Dickâs world centered around that.
starting strong with Angst go read all of sunâs fics i always die and get revived <333 pls mind the tags on this one
cast on/cast off by hellsreluctantheir
âThis is surprisingly non-destructive for Jason,â Dick comments, lightly. In the parking lot, Jason pulls a grenade out of one of his pockets, yanks the pin, and tosses it through the roller door and out of sight, before tearing out of the parking lot in chase of the truck. âWell, for a minute there,â Dick amends. He takes a step back towards the alley the batmobile is parked in, giving Bruce a quick glance. âWe following? âNo,â Bruce says, as the grenade goes off. âHeâs cleared the warehouse. We can get into the office.â Dick sighs again. But Jason knows he can call in if he needs help.
time loop!!! read most of this writer's fics and fell in love with them all,, go read fr
bloodstained by hellsreluctantheir
âI know where the clinic is, asshole,â Jason said. The wad of gauze he was using to keep pressure kept slipping against his shoulder. The knife had caught the space between two panels, split to allow movement. Lucky shot. âOk, let me make sure you get there without passing out from blood loss,â Dick said, a deliberate evenness to his tone, like he was doing his best to accomodate someone who was being completely unreasonable. Shithead. âIâm not going to pass out,â Jason said, ignoring the fact that he was actually feeling pretty unsteady on his feet. He caught himself with his good shoulder on the entry to the bathroom, took a deep breath. âWhat would Daddy Bats think if he knew you were here, trying to help me?â âI assume something like, âWow, Dick, youâre such a good brother, trying so hard to make sure Jason is ok even when heâs being a complete idiot about it,ââ Dick sniped.
heres another one from them. jasons scars and dick. andd another one next
brothers in arms by hellsreluctantheir
It wasnât like none of them went undercover. Jason practically lived there. And heâd punch anyone who tried to make it a sob story for him, to cluck over the times heâd been alone in a pit of vipers, act like it was some tragedy. But given half a minute to think about it, Dick somewhere completely cut off from everyone but Bruce, no allies on hand, surrounded by enemies. Angry as he was at the lie, there was something about that he just fucking hated. or Thinking your brother is dead and then finding out he's been alive the whole time really has a way of making you rethink the relationship.
Shelter by Ptelea
Two safe houses, two nights dealing with the aftermath of fear toxin, multiple conversations, several meals. Written for Sholio's September 2020 Comfort Fest for a prompt from Musesfool. Warning-wise, there's nothing graphic here but there are definitely references to past canon trauma for both the characters.
the way they are written here <33
Rotten Fruits by couldyoublameme
âIâm fine,â Dick assured gently, sitting up slightly. âJust a bad night, is all.â Itâs a familiar phrase he has used so often. Whenever the addiction crawls back into his mind, a parasite he can never truly get rid of. The family knows what it means. Knows what the âbadâ is. Knows what to do. âOh,â Jason says. âWhy?â
absolutely murdered me. pls do mind the tags
You Can Do Better Than That by AlexaAffect
All Jason could hear was his own ragged breathing. He desperately gasped for air, each breath more exhausting than the last and his lungs and throat burned with the effort. In. And, he needed a second longer with every breath he took, out. His arms had been suspended for the last⊠15? minutes? Jason had quit keeping track of the time, heâd been too preoccupied trying to hold himself upright, trying to ease his position, switch it up, anything to prolong the guaranteed death. âRed Hood?â That was Dickâs voice. Huh. So they had found him fast enough. Or alternatively; Dick finds a kidnapped Jason shortly before he asphyxiates.
this fic is just oddly comforting to me idk. very precious
Equivalent Exchange by Lysical
Apparently favors don't expire on death. --"What do you want, Dick?" "For you to be happy, Jay." Dick leaned over and pinched his cheek. Jason reached up and swiped at him, scowling. "And world peace."
ADORABLE and fun
Just for Now by Lysical
Jason was back in Gotham and the timing couldn't be worse for him to need assistance on a case. He didn't want to see any of the Bats and he was sure the feeling was mutual. Nightwing was the worst option for Oracle to pick to help him out.
To Reconcile by CasualDanger
âBabs slapped me at your funeral.â Jason goes to laugh, but itâs just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. âShe hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,â his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, âdid you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?â
he ain't heavy, he's my brother by someplacewarm
Dick's been putting off meeting with Jason for a while now, but when a distress call comes through, he has no choice but to answer. Or the one where Dick and Jason talk, fight, get high and cuddle. In that order.
making gold out of it by vmkhoney
Dick talks himself back down on the bathroom floor, clinical and detached. (For someone whose primary skill is manipulating his body, itâs not very often that he feels connected to it.) - Or, five years after Blockbuster, Dick begins teetering on the ledge of processing what Catalina did to him.
a wonderful dick grayson fic, and jason is there being a good brother. mind the tags
What Hurts You by blueyeti
Dick comes to Jason's aid when he's injured in a fight, or at least he thinks he has.
jason has no scars!! and thats also sad
at me, too, someone is looking by bacondoughnut
Dick Grayson knows he's got problems when the Red Hood's busted leg somehow becomes his concern. aka; How Dick Grayson finds out Jason Todd is alive. A story about healing.
a rather long one for my standards XD (very short attention span) but this made me sit down and read. very fun jason
Bruce and Jason:
Saltwater and Desperation by bacondoughnut
Jason's not sure how he even manages to get himself out of the harbor. He's just glad Bruce is there when he does. Not that he'll ever, ever admit as much out loud.
same writer, love this jason (and bruce) so much
Insomnolence by navree
It's not like he slept much as a kid anyway; this is just a return to the status quo. He's not overly tired, and even if he's been sleeping less than his already limited amount throughout April, that's still not any of her business. Bad memories are already bad enough even before they spend the next few years in the aftermath becoming nightmares.
navree being The bruce and jason writer for me all of their fics are so o(- (
Ash Into The Wind by navree
This is his dad in there, the first man he ever called Dad, at any rate, and even after everything, booze and jail and Bruce and death and then death again, there's never going to be a part of Jason that isn't gutted that he's dead. One night, a wraith in a red helmet slips onto the grounds of Blackgate Penitentiary to steal one specific thing.
another one from them
Trapped by lurkinglurkerwholurks
BatFam Week 2018, Day Two. Prompt: Trapped Yes, the prompt is "trapped" and it's a Jason fic. I'm so, so sorry. (Not really, though.) Please see tags for potential triggers.
binge read this writers fics recently they write them so nice
Overcoming Our Antecedents by Batbirdies
Bruce swallows, closing his eyes for a brief moment before he takes another, steadying breath and presses both hands to his face. He just needs a moment. Needs to remember where he is, what year it is, that Jason is not actually fifteen, he only looks like he is. This is temporary. This is just a temporary problem that needs to be contained until they can change Jason back. This is not a repeat of events already passed. This is not a second chance.
Jason and Batfam:
Names and Neapolitan by Muddell
âGoddamnnit Robin,â Hood is there, pulling him into his arms. Robin sees that helmet, he sees the green eyes, the dark hair, he sees open, gray, Gotham sky, and hears tires squealing, and then he sees stone. He sees the cave. Bruce is there. Alfred is there. Dick is there. And Hood is there. Robin rolls in and out of consciousness. He reaches out, snatches the smell of copper and the touch of leather, and he holds Hoodâs hand and he does not let go. Heâs allowed to say it now. âJason,â he says. âDonât leave.â Or, following Dick telling Tim about his older brother, to Tim actually knowing him.
read a couple fics from this writer all so good!!!
Six Ways to Sunday by Muddell
Jason catches Duke hiding a headache and says, is anyone going to deal with that?
same writer!! really love their jason
Settle Down and Sleep by OberonBronze
A series of vignettes about seeking comfort. Damian tries his hand at being a comfort animal; Tim shows up at Jasonâs place for an impromptu sleepover; Jason bonds with his older brother after a damaging fear toxin trip; Dick and Bruce have a long-overdue conversation.
really liked jason and dick in this :)
Tuck Me In by OberonBronze
Bruce Wayne and his long-standing habit of tucking his kids into bed.
think how great it is to fall asleep (and how terrible it is to wake up) by mikkal
Jason was fifteen, barely five foot, and underweight for his age when he died. When he came back to his body, suddenly he was too tall, too scarred, too much, too different. And he just... never got used to it. (Or: 5 times a Bat noticed/discovered his body dysphoria post resurrection)
Stranger Danger by alchemistsarego, whumpinaheartbeat (alchemistsarego)
There was never one particular moment that Damian registered that he was losing consciousness. Everything simply flashed from one thing to the next, even though some part of him understood that time had been passing in between. He had been sitting upright, rolling his eyes at something someone had said, then he was on the ground being pinned by some unknowable weight. All at once the weight was gone again, replaced instead by something not only lighter, but much warmer too. A blanket? No, a jacket.
jason and others:
Past Experience by Rookblonkorules
He thinks he might be dying. Again.
clark and jason :)
Bats in the Belfry by endlessnepenthe
Hal idly wonders how long he has before he's found. Probably not very. The Bat's freaky like that. (Or, Hal goes to Gotham and discovers that Batman's brand of freaky isn't exactly one of a kind.)
jason and hal jordan??! and slade? and magic.
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hi this request isnât for S4 i hope thatâs ok!
but takes place in s2 where five strands everyone?
his spouse gets stranded a year and a bit before he gets there
and they made a career for themselves as a singer? maybe they have some sort of siren power or they are just naturally talented !?
but he finds them on a billboard or something that says where they will be performing next and they have a reunion where the reader has a love hate reaction to seeing him?!
sorry if this is a lot!!!
totally okay! i like all the other seasons better than 4 anyway lmao- this is actually an idea i have for my upcoming reboot of a five story i'd written, so i'm excited to sort of test it out! this turned out a bit more fem reader coded, but no she/her pronouns are used last i checked.
also my swiftie is coming out for this story, sorry to all you non-swifties ;-;
divider credited to @cafekitsune (lmk if you'd like me to remove it or anything of the sort!)
warnings: taylor swift (i love her actually but some people don't so)
The last thing you remembered was holding hands tightly with Five, and then he was ripped from your grasp, and you were falling ass first into an alleyway. Where did he go? Where were the others?
"Five..?!" You cried, hurrying out of the alleyway and bumping into somebody, who glared at you and walked off. You looked around and spotted a newspaper box, and you were over there before you could think. Your eyes scanned the paper. Year, year, what year was it?!
1960.
The sixties?! What the fuck?! All you could do was drop the newspaper to the floor, collapsing against the building wall beside you. You were the only one there. Some of your found-family wasn't even here yet, you'd imagine. There had to be some kind of time frame. You felt bad for whoever was put the farthest. Were you put the furthest in the past? What if you were super old by the time you found everyone again?! Well, you are already old, but what if you looked like it?!
All you could do was wait. You knew Five, he'd stop at nothing to save you and his family.
Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly anywhere to go. You looked pretty young and had no identification. You were wearing strange clothes, you didn't fit in. This felt like the apocalypse in a way, loads better obviously, but being alone? The worst feeling.
You had to stealth around, stealing and pilfering where you could. Sitting in alleys in the rain, starving. That was until you were dumpster diving behind some sort of bar. The heavy door creaked open and you froze inside the green box.
"Them damn raccoons again." A heavy southern accent was muffled to you, but you could tell it was a woman. You heard heels clicking on the ground and the dumpster opened and a broom whacked you in the head.
"Ouch!!!"
"Oh my heavens, yer a person!!!" The woman exclaimed, dropping the broom with a clatter. She reached over and helped you out of the trash, her nose crinkling. The woman was wearing a scantily clad flapper dress, a cute headpiece adorning her blonde hair. "What're ya doin' inside the trash, sweetie?" She asked with worry, brushing some garbage off you like it was nothing.
"Uh...I'm so sorry, I can go." You apologized, ready to get out before she called the cops like everyone else.
"Oh no, baby, no. Here, you come in, we'll getcha somethin' to eat." She assured you, ushering you inside. Some other women (and some men) that were dressed similarly didn't seem to mind. "Most of us here, came from poor too, we'll take ya in." She smiled, taking you to the back and providing you with a meal.
"Thank you...." You said, completely shocked at her kindess.
"Oh! Right, my name's Jess, nice to meetcha." She cooed politely, and you gave her your name through bites of food, making her giggle. "Tell me, sweetie, can ya sing? Dance? Anything of the sort?"
You paused. A golden opportunity was just presented to you. 1960. Some of your favorite artists haven't even been born yet. Not to mention your power dealt with your voice, similar to Allison's. You were frequently named The Siren in Umbrella Academy material. And, you didn't have any stigma to using it like Allison did.
"I write songs." You blurted, and a wide smile came across her face.
"Do ya?! Oh, you'll have to show Bruce then. He's the owner of the place." She hummed, and soon you were cleaned up and sitting in a private room on a nice sofa with a guitar in front of a sleazy looking man who looked like he'd run some kind of club with sexy women around to exploit.
"Alright, sweetheart. Show me whatcha got." He said, a fat cigar between his greasy looking fingers.
You took a deep breath. "Um...so...this song is called...." Shit, you had to think. You didn't have much time to come up with the song to sing. You had to pick a song that was popular in the modern era, maybe it would be good here too? But maybe you should stick to country. You were in Dallas, Texas after all. Not to mention you'd need to change some words if needed.
"C'mon, don't have all day." Bruce took a puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke into your face.
"Um. It's called...Mean." You blurted, and began to strum the guitar. Taylor Swift had been a hit as a country singer, this was a good idea in your mind. You were careful to control your power, and also make it believable. A southern accent and changing the word 'football' into 'baseball'.
As you sang, Bruce stopped focusing on his cigar and was completely focused on you and the shitty guitar you managed to make sound so good.
You finished the song and had a job immediately, with a small lie that you were 18. No liquor, but you could have beer! Thus began your career in that small club, becoming friends with the women who worked there. Soon enough you had the money for a small apartment. You despised the creepy looks men at the club gave you. All you could think of to continue was Five. He'd find you, right? Surely!
But after years? It was tiring. Dancing in sexy outfits in front of men with cigars, smoke and alcohol filling the air. The harsh lights on you while you had to make acoustic country covers of Taylor Swift songs. The more sexual songs like 'Dress' and 'Don't Blame Me' were your least favorite. You'd just have to withstand it. For days. And days. And days. And weeks. And years.
Five crashed into Dallas after witnessing the second apocalypse, with his hand empty. He forgot which sibling he'd been holding onto, but he knew he had you in his other hand.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He had hissed to himself, looking around and calling your name desperately. He'd never admit how panicked he currently was, and composed himself immediately upon the meeting of Elliott, some weird nerd.
"Alright, before I do anything." Five walked up to the man, looking up at him with fierceness. "Do you know anything at all about someone by the name of (Y/n) (L/n)." It was more a demand than a question. "If I find out you've been lying, I'll kill you." He threatened.
Elliott cracked immediately, telling Five he'd seen a billboard of that name recently. He didn't listen to music much, but their name was everywhere. Five was instantly gone, and was amazed to see your face on a huge billboard. You? A star? Not that you weren't talented, you absolutely were! You just weren't that kind of person. He asked around and found the club, teleporting in without an issue.
Ordering a drink, he sat as close to the stage as possible. A sleazy man you would absolutely despise walked out with a grin, golden teeth shining under the light as he began to speak. About you. Five clenched the glass of whiskey in his hand. This asshole looked so smug. Like you were his property.
Then you walked out with a shining silver guitar. He felt his breath leave him. "My God..." he hissed under his breath. You were gorgeous. He wasn't a fan of the makeup on your face, red lips and such. But you were glowing, looking so confident in yourself. You started singing 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift, and he understood the situation quick. The folks around were immediately entranced, and it made him sick. You were using your power to reel them in, keep you popular and making money.
Your eyes met his and you faltered for just a moment, but no one else noticed as you kept singing. After the song was over, you gave him a look and walked backstage. Within seconds he was back there, so relieved to finally see you again.
"A singer, huh?" He said with a lopsided smile nobody else in his family got to see. "Not what I expected."
Your face dropped a tad, tears filling your eyes. "That's all you have to say to me?" You asked, and Five panicked. He hurried over and very gently held your face.
"No no, sweetheart, I'm sorry if that came off wrong. I'm so glad to see you." He quickly said, letting you fall into him for an embrace. "How long was I gone for?"
"Three years." You murmured, and he sighed.
"I'm sorry, I'm here now. You looked really good up there." He said softly. He decided to not tell you about the upcoming apocalypse. At least, not yet. When everyone was together.
"Thanks." You said with a weak smile, not at all letting go. Last time you let go, you were without him for 3 years. You didn't ever want to let go again.
fuck im sorry that ending was so rushed, but if it wasn't i wouldn't have had this out
#gn!reader#x reader#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#five hargreeves x reader#the umbrella academy x reader#umbrella academy season 2
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Too Sweet
Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader
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synopsis: a niche celebrity yourself, you and caroline try to keep your relationship private and secret- despite the rumors circling. but secrets come out when youâre on live.
a/n: this MIGHT be the worst thing i have ever written⊠anyways đ from this ask, i hope you all enjoy!!
Too Sweet - Hozier
warnings: reader cries like twice, i took this and ran w it lmao, hmmm like hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, kissing, the whole shabang, swearing, pretty chill but suggestive at times so lmk if i missed anything!!
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âOh, my God!â You shout, sitting up in your girlfriendâs bed, blankets slipping off of you. She groans next to you, head falling off of your shoulder and arm still around your waist.
âI was asleep,â she complains.
âLook!â You shout, shaking her slightly as you shove your phone in her face.
Caroline, your very wonderful and very sleepy girlfriend who claims naps just arenât the same if youâre not in bed with her, blinks a few times as her eyes adjust. You unpause the Tik Tok video, and the song plays, some emotion forming in her eyes that you canât quite name. The sound starts looping again, and you shake your phone.
âSee? Itâs an edit! Of me!!â
She smiles. âOh, wow, baby. Youâre really famous now, huh?â Your stomach twists as she watches the edit in total adoration, pupils blown despite her sleepy eyes. Itâs just a clips of you from screen recorded lives or Tik Tokâs from someone on the team, but you canât help but be happy anyways.
You donât want that whole famous thing, the spotlight and the pressure- youâre just glad your girlfriend is getting the attention she deserves. Sheâs the most talented person you know- an Olympian, for Godâs sake.
âI like this,â she smiles. âItâs cute. Send it to me.â
You laugh but send it anyways, your eyes catching on the small text that says 12 comments.
Nobody knows you and Caroline are dating. At least, the fans donât. After Caroline started coming to fame and Laila followed, the Badgers become sort of a social media hotspot. They were all talented and hilarious- they deserved it.
Youâve only been dating Caroline for a few months, but youâd been friends with her for years before that- always teetering on the edge of something more. In fact, the first time you were ever brought up was people questioning who you were in the background of lives- questioning if you were dating someone on the team.
Caroline did love her fans a lot, she often ranted about how cool is was being able to share her life with people and how amazing it was to be an inspiration to so many young girls who feel discriminated in sports, but the talk of introducing you to them hasnât quite come up yet.
Maybe youâre still in the honeymoon phase. Maybe all the people who deserve to know- your friends and family- are the people who already know.
user-1 ok who tf is she. seriously like i love her but WHO
user-2 @/user-1 her name is y/n!! she doesnât play for the badgers but sheâs friends w all of them and hangs out w them a lot
user-1 i heard a rumor sheâs dating kk⊠i would actually go crazy.
user-4 ok sheâs pretty but like kk and i are married sooooo
user-3 i donât even think sheâs that pretty tbh
user-2 um ok wow wtf did she do to you
user-3 nothing i just donât think sheâs that pretty
user-3 if she is dating kk then kk could do a lot better (cough me cough)
You canât help but frown, reading the words over and over again.
âWhat?â Caroline asks, cupping your hand with her own to angle the screen towards her. She turns from half-asleep to wide awake in seconds. âThey donât know what the fuck theyâre talking about.â
You turn your phone off and let it drop onto the blankets, turning towards KK. She sits up immediately, putting both of her hands on your face- but you canât quite meet her eyes.
âHey, hey. Donât listen to them. Look at me. Please. Donât listen to them.â
âIâm not,â you say after a moment, eyes still shut. âItâs fine. I just⊠donât get it.â
âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world, and youâre all Iâve wanted for years. And now that I finally have you, Iâm not letting you go. And Iâm not letting you get it in your head that youâre not good enough for me- because you are.â
You donât notice a tear has fallen down your face until sheâs kissing it away.
âYouâre perfect,â she says, with an air of finality you canât help but smile at. âI love you. Donât think otherwise. Of course, if you need some reassurance Iâm always down to tell you how much I love you.â
âThank you, KK,â you whisper, softly clearing your throat as youâre finally able to meet her eyes. âI love you, too.â
All you can do is think about when she won the NCAA championship last year, when she was high off of the win and came out of the locker room to find you- smiling so brightly and gushing about how good she had played- and all she did was smile at you, grab your face, and kiss you so hard you got tilted back onto an axis you didnât even know you were knocked off of.
And suddenly, with her lips on yours, everything in the world felt right. And itâs felt right since then. It feels right now, 4 months into your relationship, with Caroline holding your face and kissing your tears away.
âMaybe we shouldnât tell them,â she whispers, kind of blurts it out. âI-Iâve been thinking about this for a while, and, well, this kinda sealed it. I donât want them to get in your head, like this. I⊠just want you all to myself, really.â
You laugh, and she smiles back, her eyes moving from your lips to the bridge of your nose to your eyes.
âWonât keeping it a secret be kinda annoying?â
âI mean, not being able to show you off will suck, but if it means you donât cry about stupid people again then Iâll do it.â
âOkay, then. We donât have to tell them.â
âExactly.â She kisses you, once, like sheâs sealing a promise between the two of you. âBesides, nothing about you is ever annoying.â
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The edit of you ended up going kind of viral, and then more and more were made, until suddenly you had 2000 followers on Tik Tok and hundreds of private messages begging you to go live with the team, or film some kind of video, or do anything.
The first thing you ever posted was a simple get ready with me, and that received so much support you did another one, and then you did a day in the life- that one featured Caroline, so it went very viral- and suddenly you went live one night, and then it all just kinda fell into place.
There was nothing more exciting then getting another sweet comment or message telling you how much they looked forward to your videos, or absolutely hilarious comments people would leave under your posts.
But, with your own social media fame skyrocketing and Carolineâs still staying strong- she was right. They did judge you, they did get into your head.
And they werenât dumb, you quickly realized. This sort of abstract group of people you called âtheyâ and listened to, they knew something was happening.
There were three instances that caused the fans to guess you and Caroline were more than just friends.
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The girls decided to have another movie night, and all of you were laying lazily about the couches and the floor, Laila on live showing off her fabulous singing skills yet again, and you were sitting with KK on the couch.
You werenât even that close to each other. Your thighs touched, sure, and she had her arm around her shoulder- but she kept it back, so it was more so on the back of the couch and not touching you. But, her comforting presence was there, and that was enough for you.
Someone had paused the movie a while ago, and it had turned more into a hangout session that was filled with obnoxious singing and laughter.
âI should probably go soon,â you muttered to KK.
âWhy?â She frowned, pressing her leg into yours.
âI have a test tomorrow morning, I should go to bed soon.â
You still whispered to each other, even though the room was pretty loud.
âYou sure you donât wanna sleep over? Iâll drive you over in the morning.â
She was always trying to get you to sleep at her apartment. Or just be at her apartment in general- sometimes, you would hang out at their place while they had practice and make dinner for them, and KK would jokingly call you her wife and thank you for having dinner on the table.
You have to cross your legs when she wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek, saying âthank you, my wonderful wife.â
âI wanna be in my own bed, K.â
She leans in, closer to you so her lips are ghosting over your ear. âMy bed is your bed, baby.â
She leaves a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling away with a small smile on her face and you can feel your cheeks heat. And she knows the reaction she has on you, and sheâs very proud of it.
You smile. âIâm sorry, Caroline. Not tonight, okay?â
âAre you sure?â She asks, hand playing with the hair at the back of your head. You turn to her, amused smile on your face she canât take her eyes away from.
âI am one thousand percent sure that I donât want to go to your place tonight.â
âYouâre no fun,â she teases.
âIâm plenty of fun,â you gasp, faking offense with a hand over your chest. She takes her arm off of your shoulder.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
âAre you gonna prove that? âCause I donât think I believe you.â
âI think I proved that Friday night.â You place your hand on her chest, fingertip drawing patterns on her collarbone. She visibly swallows. âYou remember?â
âFuck yeah I remember, but I still think you should show me again.â
âFuck!â Laila suddenly shouts, and you whip around only to find her frantically clicking buttons on her phone before simply throwing it across the room.
The chatter stops. Ava, another girl on the team, picks the phone up from where itâs fallen by her feet and looks at it.
âUm, what was that for?â She asks, and you can see the live ended screen on Lailaâs phone.
âIâm so sorry,â Laila says. âThey heard you.â
Your eyes widen. âThe thing about Friday night?â
âI donât know! I wasnât listening to you, what the fuck were you even saying? I just looked at the comments and suddenly everyone was asking who KK was talking to, and like, âwow, KK is so hot.ââ
Caroline rolls her eyes. âOkay, whatever. That could have been about anything.â
âCaroline,â you mutter. âItâs pretty obvious it was about sex.â
âOkay, shush,â Laila says, holding her hands out. âFirst of all, why are you doing that when weâre all in the room? Second, oh, my God I am so sorry.â
You sigh, cracking your knuckles. Caroline immediately grabs one of your hands. âItâs not your fault, Lai. Itâs fine- I mean, if we ignore it then theyâll probably just stop talking about it. Right?â
âProbably,â Laila agrees. âTheyâll forget about it tomorrow. Hopefully it doesnât end up in the edits.â
You canât help but laugh. If you donât laugh, you might cry.
@/user-1 hereâs the screen recording!! side note: i NEED to know who kk was talking to at the end.
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user-2 wait what do they say at the end
user-3 @/user-2 basically kk and another girl are just flirting like crazy
user-4 @/user-3 they could still be friends
user-3 @/user-4 um no that was gay as hell
user-5 WHAT HAPPENED FRIDAY NIGHT KK PLS PICS OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN
user-6 @/user-5 EXACTLY
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Your voice felt a little scratchy, and you couldnât stop coughing- you had been screaming so hard during the entire game that youâre sure youâre going to wake up without a voice tomorrow.
The Badgers just won the last game they needed to win- the qualifying game for the Frozen Four tournament. This was the third year in a row Caroline had gone to the championships, and by the way a huge dog pile had formed on the ice when the buzzer went off- everyone was just a little excited.
You waited as patiently as you could outside of the locker room, but you found yourself again fidgeting with your hands and walking back and forth. All you could think about was just kissing Caroline so hard you saw stars, and telling her how good she did.
You closed your eyes for a moment, finally leaning back against the wall as you thought back to the goal she had scored. Maybe it was weird, but there was honestly nothing sexier to you than watching Caroline in her element like that.
Hockey was where she shined, where she was her truest self- and not only was it exhilarating to watch her in general, but she also looked really good doing it.
The door finally creaked open and your cheeks burned from smiling too hard, all of the Badgers coming out of the locker room and running to great their own friends and family who had gathered outside. It took a second for her face to appear in the line of people exiting, she was laughing with Laila and a few other girls about something, she was smiling just as wide as you were and, God, she looked so pretty.
When she saw you, it wasnât possible for her smile to get bigger, but her smile changed. Suddenly, you felt so loved just by the way she was looking at you.
You practically ran across the room, half jumping into her arms, pressing yourself as close to her as you could. You kissed her nose as you wrapped your arms around her neck, and her hands ran along down your arms to your shoulders, then down your sides to finally hold onto your hips.
âHoly shit,â she said, smiling, still kind of in disbelief.
âI am so, so, so fucking proud of you, baby.â
Her eyes search all across your face, almost like sheâs taking in every inch of this moment. You know that sheâs been looking forward to this moment since the buzzer went off- her weird pleasure is that she thinks youâre so hot when youâre supporting her- and she drinks in everything about you like sheâs trapped in a dessert and youâre water.
She doesnât need to say thank you, because the way she kisses you, hands squeezing your hips even closer to her, hard and unrelenting and depriving you of air but you canât think about anything else when she gets like this with you, is more than enough.
She kisses you like sheâs starved, and thereâs nothing else you love more than this moment with her.
When she does finally pull away, panting slightly but still chuckling at the way youâre literally about to pass out from lack of air- thatâs the one shitty thing about her endurance, you swear sheâs gonna kill you with kisses- she presses her forehead against yours.
âThank you,â she breathes. âThank you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.â
Thereâs a few tears in her eyes.
Laila suddenly appears next to the two of you, her 6â1 frame quite literally casting a shadow over the two of you and your happy moment.
âWeâre having a moment, Laila,â KK groans, but sheâs smiling so hard.
âGreat, some rando is taking a video, though.â
âFuck.â
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user-1 IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY? IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY KISSING A GIRL??
user-2 kk harvey girl kisser confirmed⊠this is a win
user-3 KK HOW COULD U CHEAT ON ME
user-4 @/user-3 KK THE KIDS MISS UUUUU
user-5 ok but appreciation for the hand placement.
user-6 @/user-5 THE WAY SHES KISSING HER??? LIKE A WOMAN STARVED??? thatâs a hozier kinda kiss bro
user-7 @/user-6 would do anything to be in that girls place rn
user-8 canât tell very well from this angle but i think the other girl is wearing a harvey jersey!! how cute
user-9 ok but the way laila blocks the camera from seeing them⊠thatâs my wifey right there
user-10 absolutely obsessed with the way kk covers the other girls face when they walk away
user-11 @/user-10 we love a protective gf
user-12 donât mind me just watching this video for the hundredth time
user-13 okay am i going crazy or is that y/n l/n??
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âOk, hi Live. Y/N, say hi to the live.â
âHi guys!â You smiled at the camera, keeping your eyes fixed on the boiling pot of pasta you were currently stirring.
âWhat are you guys making?â Laila reads, before shoving the camera yet again in your face.
âOkay, calm down,â you scold, setting aside your spoon and grabbing her phone. âDonât bother me while Iâm dealing with dangerous liquids.â
âItâs water,â Laila deadpans.
âBoiling water.â
Laila rolls her eyes but doesnât give a verbal response, so you just smile and switch the camera around.
âOkay so, as you can see weâve got some pasta boiling and some veggies and chicken cut up, and then weâre gonna cook that, and like⊠yeah.â
You look back towards the comments, most of them asking for KK. You decide to be nice, looking around the apartment and finding that your girlfriend is nowhere to be found.
âCarolineeeee,â you call, stretching out her name. âThe people want to see you!â
The door to her bedroom creaks open, and she walks out carrying a hoodie. âWhat?â
âLaila went live,â you explain, flipping the camera around. âOkay, smile! Give us a little wave!â
user-1 y/n is so mom core
KK gives you a bored look, but begrudgingly puts on a very fake smile and waves.
âAww how cute! Whatâs the hoodie for?â You ask, turning the camera back around and doing a few poses for the camera, admiring yourself.
âYou. You said you were cold, like, two seconds ago.â
âOops. Yeah, I did.â
user-2 kk is such a sweetheart
user-3 kk who were you kissing in that video??
user-4 iâm 99% sure it was y/n
user-5 i donât think so
user-4 nobody asked you
user-6 KK PLS ADDRESS THE VIDEO
You prop the camera down against a random glass of water someone left on the counter, catching the hoodie Caroline throws at you and quickly putting it on.
âOkay, fit check!â You do a little spin, watching KK smile at the way her last name looks on your back. âHoodie is from Caroline, bottoms are from⊠Under Armor, and⊠yeah, I donât know where these socks are from.â
A few people compliment you, but the chat is still mostly filled with people asking for KK- or asking about the video.
The video that thankfully hasnât been connected to you yet⊠but still, your name has been mentioned as a culprit multiple times.
You sigh, heavily. âIâm not good enough for them, they only want you, KK.â
She smiles but joins you in front of the camera, her eyes catching on your pouty lips for a second before she looks at the camera, wrapping her arm around your waist and standing close to you.
Immediately, the comments flood with questions about the video.
The two of you very pointedly ignore them, and Caroline finally gets up to grab the phone, opening the cabinet above the stove and propping it up in there. You sit on the counter behind them, legs swinging in the air as Laila shows off her vegetable cutting skills before dumping them in a pan to cook.
KK leans right next to you on the counter, her shoulder touching your arm, she squints at the camera before placing her hand on your thigh. You look down for a quick second, seeing that was in fact KKâs hand very not-friendly placed on your thigh, whipping to her with your eyes wide.
âCaroline,â you whisper, trying to subtlety push her away from you.
âRelax,â she whispers back. âThey canât see. Youâre still my girlfriend, I wanna touch you.â
You look away, hoping the camera doesnât catch the heat in your cheeks or the way you smile.
âY/N,â Laila says, reading yet again from the live. âSomeone wants to know why youâre always at our place.â
âWhat kind of question is that?â KK asks with an amused smile while you laugh. She pinches your cheek with her free hand. âWho wouldnât want to look at this face all day?â
âYou certainly do,â you laugh. Caroline smiles up at you. Youâve long since decided her smiles are your favorite thing in the world, but every time she smiles at you- which is a lot- you still get that same feeling you get when she first kisses you at that game.
âOkay,â Laila says, acting nonchalant as she turns around. âHello?â She says, so quietly you have to read her lips. âTone it down?â
You suddenly realize what you said.
You swallow and suddenly find the ceiling very interesting.
Caroline squeezes your thigh to be comforting but doesnât look at you. You really want her to look at you. You wonder, for just a second, if maybe it would be easier to just tell people.
Then you remember the comments.
You still get them sometimes, the random trolls who donât think youâre pretty or worthy enough for KK, to be friends with the team in general- and they make you feel so fucking shitty about yourself that KKâs even caught you crying about them a few times.
You know itâs stupid.
You try to listen to her, to not let them bother you- but maybe youâre just not as tough as her. Or youâre stupid, weak, sensitive- they bother you. They cut you deep like a sharp knife.
You hop down from the counter, KKâs hand sliding off of you. âGonna run to the bathroom,â you mutter.
You can feel Carolineâs eyes on your back as you walk away. And she does come find you, but she waits a minute. She does ask whatâs wrong, and you say nothing and she knows youâre lying- so she asks Laila to end the live.
And even though theyâre not there anymore, you still carry the fear of their judgement.
@/user-1 screen recording from the live!!! i love kk and y/nâs relationship so much <3
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user-2 if y/n and kk are JUST friends iâll pay everyone on this planet 100 dollars
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user-3 really?? idk i think theyâre just friends
user-4 kk said âwho wouldnât want to stare at this face all dayâ and y/n said âyou doâ thatâs gayâŠ
user-5 kk literally got a hoodie for her when she mentioned she was cold and then when she came on camera she looked at y/nâs lips
user-3 i just donât know if i see it tbh like i donât see them together
user-5 theyâre dating mark my words
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Itâs been weeks since the video came out, since the clips of the lives started circling, since more and more people starting saying your name when discussing who KK was dating- since everyone pretty much knew she was dating someone now, the only question was who.
Thankfully, despite the initial week where your comments were filled with people asking who Caroline was dating- asking if it was you- it finally died down, and people had either forgotten it or gotten bored by the lack of response.
And, you had found comfort in your own account. There was the occasional hate comment- but you didnât cry anymore. There were always people ready to defend you, and everyone was just genuinely so sweet to you. They wanted to know about your life, your routines, your outfits- and the KK content you provided was just an added bonus.
Thatâs what youâre doing, Friday night at 4pm. The Badgers had a home game today, and like most home games, you were going to watch from the stands, cheering on your girl and the rest of your friends.
You decided to go live, sitting on the floor in KKâs room in front of her floor length mirror, pulling out her desk chair next to you, placing a stack of books on it and propping your phone up against it.
It was kind of therapeutic, answering random question about yourself and the team while you got ready. You showed the camera each product you used, and then they watched as you put it on- a few people even managing to give you helpful tips. It made you feel kinda wanted, kinda loved, kindaâŠgood.
The door opens, and you look over your shoulder to see Caroline walking in.
âHi, K,â you greet.
âHi,â she says back, kind of distracted, already rifling through her messy bedside table, then her dresser-
âOkay, what are you looking for?â You laugh, smiling.
âHairtie.â
You roll your eyes. âBabe, theyâre on your desk, remember?â
âOh,â she mumbles, eyebrows raising as she suddenly remembers that, yes, she did put the ceramic jar full of hair ties on her desk last night. She grabs one, standing behind you and pulling her hair back into a somewhat lazy ponytail.
She crouches down behind you, putting her arms around your neck. She looks at you in the mirror, and you look back.
âWell?â You say, teasing her, looking for a thank you.
She smiles.
âThank you, baby.â She kisses your cheek. âAlways keeping me in check.â
Your phone suddenly buzzed about 20 times, and you look over to the desk chair, mouth dropping in horror as you realize youâre still on live.
Fuck.
Youâre still on live.
âShit!â You practically screech, grabbing your phone and panicking, hitting buttons randomly before opting to just close the app altogether. âShit. Shit. Shit.â
Caroline is completely frozen behind you.
âWere you⊠just⊠on live?â
âIâm sorry,â you breathe, and suddenly tears are streaming down your face faster than you can stop them, and all you can do is watch your pretty makeup get slowly ruined. âFuck. Iâm so sorry, I- I donât- Iâm sorry.â
Her hands come to your shoulders and she fully sits down behind you, massaging your shoulders gently as she kisses the back of your head, shushing you softly.
âItâs okay, itâs okay, sweetheart.â Her lips move against your hair. âBaby, itâs okay.â
She doesnât try to comfort you beyond that, just calling you baby and telling you itâs okay, even though you want to scream that itâs not. Itâs not okay.
She just lets you cry. And you cry, you cry for what feels like twelve hours.
âY/N,â she finally whispers.
âWhat?â You moan back, sniffling.
âWhat are you thinking right now?â
You scoff at the ridiculous question.
But, you canât help but lean back into her. She wraps her arms around you, keeping your arms tucked to your sides, her legs outside of yours, touching you- you never feel safer than you do when youâre in her arms like this.
âIâm thinking Iâm the worst girlfriend in the world, and-â
Youâre cut off by another sob.
âIâm so sorry,â you say again, because all you can do right now is apologize. âAre you mad?â
âAm I mad? Baby, Iâm fine. Itâs completely fine. Maybe this wasnât the most perfect, thought-out way to launch âus,â but itâs okay. I promise, Iâm not mad. And I promise itâs going to be okay.â
âCaroline,â you groan.
âWhat, baby?â She asks, kissing your cheek.
âI donât know. Why did we even do this in the first place?â
âYou cried. Because of the hate comments. And I donât want to see you cry. But that was so long ago, babe, now youâre really famous. I mean, you have, what, 5000 followers? Thatâs impressive. We⊠we were just so new back then, and I was scared that you would break up with me. It was me. I was scared. I told you, I just want you all to myself.â
âI wouldnât break up with you over that.â
âWell, I know that now,â she smiles.
You finally manage to open your eyes, meeting her gaze in the reflection. You look like a mess.
âI donât know how you manage to stay so pretty when you cry.â
You try to hide a laugh, but you canât.
âIâm sorry that we didnât get to control how we did it, but Iâm not sorry that we kept it for hidden longer. It was time, babe- it was getting on my nerves. All the bugging me about who I was kissing after games⊠I was done with it. I love you, and this is nothing.â
âI love you,â you repeat.
âAnd this is nothing.â
âAnd this is nothing.â
âHonestly,â she starts, loosening her grip on you. âWe made this into a big thing.â
âWe did,â you chuckle. You glance at your phone, still readily receiving texts. The notifications you originally got were from your friends who were on the live, who had saw Caroline kiss your cheek and call you baby, and immediately freaked out and texted you, realizing you had forgotten you were on live. âWhatever. This is nothing. Weâre together, everyone knows, itâs fine.â
âAnd if anyone has a problem with that, you have 5000 followers to attack them with.â
You roll your eyes. âI would argue your, what, 35 thousand is more impressive and effective?â
âSame difference. Wait, hold on, can I get your autograph? Youâre literally my favorite celebrity, like, ever. I would die for you, I love you so much.â
âOh, no, Iâm sorry- no more autographs today. My hand is cramping from writing so many,â you frown, flexing your hand dramatically.
âCan I get a kiss then?â
âVery weird thing to ask a celebrity, but⊠youâre hot, sure.â
@y/n she chose me she donât want u đ
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user-1 most iconic way to announce a relationship ever i fear
kkharvey4 love u baby so glad ur all mine
user-2 @/kkharvey4 hey thanks for ripping my heart out of my chest⊠happy for u or whatever tho
user-3 GODDDD THEYRE SO CUTE IM DEAD
user-4 fuck sheâs beautiful⊠canât even be mad
user-5 ok but they ate⊠power couple frâŠ
user-6 this reminds me of the day kate martin hard launched. i need to mourn
user-7 bitch i fucking called it
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what friends are for
sirius black x fem!reader âź 3.95k summary: youâre an overthinker at its finest; sirius is an overdoer when it comes to saving you from you and your thoughts. cw/tags: no use of y/n, highschool!au, biker!sirius (mentioned), too long for its own good,, nothing too heavy <3 also the teachers r still called professors here bcoz yes !
note: DAMN FINALLY ive finished this đ tho its still a little too long for my taste .. i am kinda proud of this :> this was a recycled thoma request, but since i kind of serve to the marauders audience now,, i decided to give it to sirius đ„° happy reading! đ«¶đŒ
Having an overly active brain was both a blessing, and a curse. You loved your creativity and intelligence, and they definitely showed in your report cards. What you didn't like was how often you thought about simple, small matters, and then thought about it some more, and then some more after that. You were an overthinker at its finest. Everyone who knew you well enough would agree that you were a non-stop thinking machine, and they all hoped you would cut yourself some slack and give yourself a break.
âThatâs easier said than done,â youâd say to them. Oh, what you wouldn't give to stop being a self-sufficient, but also self-pitying brainiac!Â
But, as they all say, old habits die hard. That is why here you are, in class, watching your teacher collect your test papers and slowly getting into the routine of asking yourself the questionsâthe what-ifs, did-Is, and the like.Â
You were bouncing your leg up and down restlessly while chewing on your bottom lip, looking very deep in thought, when you felt something hit your head lightly. A crumpled ball of paper landed in your point of view, breaking you out of the trance from overthinking. Picking it up, you opened it and smoothed it out to see what was written inside.Â
You look like you just murdered someone and are now burdened by your guilty conscience.
Despite your sour mood, you managed to let out a snort and a soft smile after reading the line. You could recognize the flawlessly cursive handwriting anywhere; it belonged to your good friend, Sirius Black. And knowing him, you knew better than to come up with a snarky reply and retaliate. Getting caught chit chatting with someone like him during class hours could land you in detention, especially now that the teacher inside your classroom was the one and only Physics Terror, Professor McGonagall.
So, you crumple the piece of paper back into its ball shape, and stuff it into your backpack. A few seconds later, you feel something hit your head again. The culprit? Yet another crumpled ball of paper, now sitting on your desk. Letting curiosity get the best of you, you open it up and read what's written.
Ok, rude? Guess you can forget about getting my help cuz I know a good place to bury a body :)
Softly chuckling to yourself, you shook your head and wondered why you were even friends with someone as bizarre as Sirius while you put the crumpled paper in your bag. For a while, you didnât feel anything light hit your head like you expected. But just as you were about to spiral into another endless stream of self-doubt, you were hit again with a crumpled ball of paper.Â
Slowly, you turned around in your seat to glare at Sirius. You meet his eyes doing the same thing, and then gesturing impatiently at you to open the piece of paper he just threw at you. You stuck your tongue out at him out of spite before finally opening the piece of paper.
Y R U NOT TAKING ME SERIOUSLY?!
The sentence was written in bold black letters, underlined a bunch of times, and the punctuation marks at the end were twice the size of the letters. Having read the ridiculous note, you let out what might have been the loudest cackle you have ever let out in your highschool life.
You hear your name called out loudly by Professor McGonagall, in a stern tone that could only mean one thing for you. It felt absolutely mortifying to have your classmates' eyes on you, seeing their pity and amusement appear on their faces.Â
"You'll be seeing Mr. Filch for detention after class," She said, zeroing in on you with her piercing glare. If looks could kill, you'd have been dead in your seat by now, and Sirius could use his knowledge of good places to bury dead bodies so he could bury yours. "I hope you'll learn your lesson in your time with him."Â
"I will, Professor," You replied, the embarrassment reflecting in your voice. Greatânot only were you unsure about your grade for this class, but now you had one more thing to be worried about, as well as overthink about.
Unable to take on your classmatesâ pitying looks on you, you crossed your arms on your desk and laid your head down against them, hiding your face from the prying eyes of your classmates. You could not handle any more humiliations. But you also thought that nothing could possibly be worse than the situation you put yourself in.
Then, you were proven wrong.
All of a sudden, you heard your classmates murmuring around you. Lifting your head up to see what was going on, you saw a paper plane glide smoothly through the air before it landed perfectly on the stack of test papers Professor McGonagall was currently grading.Â
To some of your classmates, what happened afterward took less than a minute. But to the rest, including yourself, it seemed like eternity with how carefully Professor McGonagall dropped her pen, and took off her glasses. She picked up the paper plane and opened it up, narrowing her eyes at whatever was written inside. Unfortunately, none of you ever knew what was written inside. But you all knew that it wasn't any good, judging by the twitch in her eye and the frown on her face.
"Who does this belong to?" She asked, her displeasure clearly heard in her voice and seen in the glare she gives everyone in the room. A beat passes, and suddenly everyone is pointing fingers to someone sitting at the back of the classroom.Â
Though you had a hunch on who it was they were pointing at, you hoped that you were wrong; that it turned out to be some other classmate of yours who had rotten luck just like you. Then, you were proven wrong⊠again.
You turned around in your seat just in time to meet the mischievous eyes of your raven-haired friend. He even took the time to throw you a playful wink before clearing his throat dramatically.Â
"Good morning, Professor,â Sirius began, his hand closed in a fist like it was holding something near his mouth. âThis is your captain speaking. It seems like my aeroplane experienced turbulence and crashed in your area. Terribly sorry, rookie mistake! Rest assured that I'll comply with whatever punishment you subject me to for the matter."Â
"In that case, good, because you'll be serving detention alongside your classmate here," Professor McGonagall nods in your direction. "I hope you'll both learn something about rudely disrupting the peace and quiet during class hours with unnecessary distractions." She smiled, although anyone could tell it wasn't to be kind. Then, she returned to her previously interrupted task of grading test papers.
Rolling your eyes, you sighed. Of course, he'd get himself into trouble, you thought. You turned to look at him, catching his attention, and mouthed the words, "What'd you do that for?"
Sirius shrugged in reply, a cheeky smile on his face before mouthing the word, "You."
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Genuinely, you have always wondered how you managed to land yourself a place in Siriusâ life as one of his closest friends. It was one of the things youâve thought about over and over, but have never really gotten to the bottom of. Nevertheless, you will always be grateful for having a friend like him, even if he does give you a headache sometimes.
It turns out that serving detention wasnât as bad as you expected it to be, having been assigned under Mr. Filchâs orders of tending to the flora and fauna stored in the school greenhouses. In fact, you were actually kind of enjoying it, and Sirius being with you totally wasnât a part of the reason why.Â
âYou know, this actually isnât so bad,â He remarked, spraying the lavenders with some water, a faint smile on his face. âI thought weâd be somewhere organizing Sproutâs herb collection or something.â
You laugh at his statement, âNot gonna lie, I expected something boring, too. But this is pretty nice.â You beamed at him, looking away from where youâd been adjusting potted plants accordingly where the sunlight was hitting.Â
âWho knew weâd be so good at gardening?âÂ
âI know, right?âÂ
Sirius chuckled in reply, and you joined in with him, taking the time to look at him before returning to your task. He looked especially handsome whenever he laughed; eyes crinkled by the edges with amusement, his pearly whites on perfect display as he smiled. It also certainly didnât help that on top of the black leather jacket he wore, he was wearing an apron, and a bandana tied around his hair which pushed it back to act as a headband, revealing his forehead which glistened with a thin layer of sweat.Â
Sirius Black looked ridiculously handsome, and you didnât need to think twice about that, because it was a well-known fact.
At that moment, you were so caught up in staring at him that Sirius caught you in action. It was already too late to look away and feign indifference for you as a smirk had started to make its way onto his face.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â He practically purred, his voice taking on a deeper, more flirtatious tone than usual. Your brain loses its ability to function momentarily before you quickly wracked your mind for a snarky retort.Â
âHow original,â You quipped, trying to hide your momentary lapse in brain function at his unexpected tone. Sirius lets you get away with it, hiding a subtle smile of amusement to himself.Â
Turning back to a pot of chrysanthemums youâd neglected briefly, you decide to change the topic. âSo I was just wondering,â You began, a curious lilt to your voice. âWhatâd you write on that paper plane you flew to Professor McGonagall?â You queried as you turned to face him again, placing your hand on your hip.
âOh, psh, that old thing?â Sirius waved it off dismissively as he wrapped up with his task of watering the flowers. âJust a little piece of an opinion Iâve been meaning to tell her.âÂ
âAnd just what was it you were meaning to tell her?âÂ
Before he answered your question, he took the time to take his bandana off, wiping the sweat off his forehead with it. Then, he fixed his hair - running a hand through it and ruffling it up slightly. Inwardly, you had to admit, you almost forgot what you were talking about as you shamelessly watched him be⊠hot; and like he knew the effect it had on youâwhich he most likely didâhe smirked at you. Again.Â
âI told her that dogs were better than cats,â Sirius smiled wickedly.Â
You gasped in horror. âNo, you did not.âÂ
âOh, yes I did,â He said as-a-matter-of-factly.
âYou know how she feels about cats, Sirius!âÂ
âPrecisely the point, darling.â
To some, it would seem like something off of a controversial debate, like if pineapples belong on pizza for example. But to everyone who really knew Professor McGonagall well, saying things like that was just a recipe for disasterâwith disaster meaning serving detention, of course.
âNo wonder you ended up here,â You shook your head in disbelief at him.Â
âBuuut, like I said, itâs not so bad here,â Sirius opposed, untying his apron from the back and behind his neck. âPlus, Iâve got good company.â He winked at you before hanging the apron on one of the hooks attached to the wall of the greenhouse.
You didnâtâ no, couldnât reply to him, seeing how you were caught off guard with what he said. But it wasnât like Sirius wasnât good company for you, no. There was never a dull moment with him by your side. In fact, if it were someone else you were stuck with in detention, you wouldnât have agreed with him earlier that serving it wasnât so bad. And frankly speaking, if serving detention just meant extra time to hang out with Sirius Black, then you wouldnât mind disrupting the peace and quiet of class hours every now and then.
Though that would certainly look bad on your report cards, so you mentally chastise yourself for even entertaining the thought. But you couldnât deny that there was some truth behind it, at least. Or more than some.
âLet me walk you home?â Sirius asked as he regarded you with a certain gentleness in his grey eyes. You felt like melting on the spot, right then and there, as he lingered by the doorway to the greenhouse, waiting for your answer.Â
But you managed to pull yourself together, and smiled at him. âSure.â
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On some days, you would have just taken the school bus home, and Sirius would have just gone on his motorbike. Though in the past, heâd asked you countless times if he could give you a ride home, of course, because it was quicker and more cost-efficient than taking the public transport. But with the way your face blanched at his offering, and the way you kept spewing facts upon facts about how motorbike riding was dangerous (Sirius tried to reassure you that it wasnât for very obvious reasons), he settled for walking you home instead.Â
While that had quickly become an almost regular occurrence for the both of you, Sirius always made sure to ask you first, despite the fact that he would have to go back for his motorbike parked at the school after. Knowing this, you tried very hard to kindly refuse him at first. But over time, you found yourself saying yes without a second thought.
At the same time, you refrain yourself from giving it much thought. It was simply a kind gesture from a really good friend of yours, and that was that.Â
A devilishly handsome, fiercely loyal, and incredibly caring⊠friend of yours.Â
Walking home with Sirius never fails to make you feel better after a long day at school. The both of you are instantly engaged in meaningful conversation, debriefing the events that occurred during the day. You like to think itâs a mandatory routine by how often you do it, how often it happens, and how natural it feels. Itâs definitely one of, or maybe the best way to de-stress and relax after spending a whole day just studying and working.Â
If only he could keep the teasing to a minimum, though.Â
âIâm just saying, you know,â Sirius said, shrugging nonchalantly as he walked beside you. âYou didnât have to laugh that hard.âÂ
You scoff in disbelief, the sarcastic reply bubbling up in your throat. âOh, Iâm sorry. I thought you liked it whenever I laugh at your jokes?âÂ
âNever said I didnât, love,â He responded, voice softening at the term of endearment used. âBut you couldâve been saved from Minnieâs wrath if you hadnât done that evil cackle of yours that you call a âlaugh.ââ Sirius chuckled slightly as he spoke, reminding you both of your embarrassment.Â
âOkay, first of all, rude,â You shot him a half-hearted glare, a smile threatening to come alive on your lips. âAnd second of all, itâs your fault that I accidentally laughed out loud during class.â
Sirius scoffed immediately, taking full offense as he turned away from you. ââAccidentally,â she says.âÂ
âWhat? Itâs true!âÂ
âSo I suspect you must have âaccidentallyâ found me funny, too?â He air-quoted.Â
You let out a sigh, feeling exasperated and slightly frustrated by his consistently witty replies. It seemed like Sirius never ran out of energy when it came to your banter, filled with incessant teasing (coming from Sirius himself most of the time, of course) and lighthearted jabs at each other. But even with your patience increasingly wearing thin with him, you found yourself looking forward to the banter every time. In spite of his knack for getting on your nerves more often than not, you liked sharing it with him. It was almost as if it was something only you and Sirius shared - intimate and unique to your dynamic.
âWhatever, Sirius,â You settled for a dismissive response eventually, rolling your eyes as you did so. Though you knew that he would take the piss out of you again for your lack of a snarky retort.
But to your surprise, the boy only chuckled in amusement, kicking a few pebbles and leaves out of the way as the two of you continued to walk. You didnât think much of it, passing it off as a likely thing for people to do when they walk on sidewalks riddled with objects in the way.Â
(But little did you know about Siriusâ true intentions, though.)
After a moment of comfortable silence, you decided to speak up again.Â
âHey, so I was wonderingââ
Sirius interrupts with a snort of laughter. âWhen are you not?â âPlease shut up and let me finish.â âAlright, alright. Iâm sorry,â he said. Though with the ever so present smirk on his face, and the hint of mirth in his eyes, you couldnât tell if he was truly sorry. âWhat were you wondering about in that pretty head of yours?â You paused for a moment, thinking of how to phrase your question. Sirius gave you a brief glance, curious about what you were thinking of that had you pondering like this.
âWhyâd you do it?â You finally blurted out.
âWhat do you mean? Youâre gonna have to be a bit more specific than that for me, love.â
Sirius earns the sweet sound of your chuckling, and he zeroes in on the slight flush that appeared on your cheeks, betraying your embarrassment.
âIâm talking about earlier, Sirius. During Physics? When you flew that paper plane to McGonagall?â
His lips formed an O shape as he came to the realization of what you were referring to. And as if the reminder was nothing but a lighthearted one, Sirius snickered to himself.
âAnd? What about that?âÂ
You sigh, internally wondering how on earth he could find such a thing so amusing. Sure, perhaps Professor McGonagall had developed some sort of fondness or a soft spot for Sirius over the years heâd acted against her in his mischief. But the fact still remained that McGonagall was not to be taken lightly to, especially not during her class.Â
âI was just wondering why you would do such a thing. I mean.. it was certainly unprovoked, donât you think?âÂ
ââUnprovoked,â you say? Is that what you really think?âÂ
Thereâs a shift in his tone this time around when he spoke, though there still remained the unmistakable, and ever so present hint of a tease in his voice. You studied his face intently as you thought of a response.Â
âYeah. I mean, whatever did you do that for?âÂ
Sirius sighed, though you couldnât tell if it was out of frustration with you or exasperation. âDidnât I tell you already? I did it for you, you daft woman.âÂ
You resist the urge to scoff at his remark of you being a supposed daft woman. âI thought you were just messing with me there when you said that.â
ââMessing with you?â Why would Iââ He cut himself off with another sigh.Â
Oh, so heâs frustrated, you realized.Â
âYou know, for someone whose mind runs a thousand miles per hour, you can be really clueless sometimes.âÂ
You let yourself scoff by then, feeling indignant. âWhat are you on about now?âÂ
Sirius almost smirked at your words, and you knew that by the twitch at the corner of his lips. You tear your eyes away from them, focusing on his eyes instead.Â
âCome on, youâre a smart girl. Surely, you know why I did that, and why I risked detention?â
Deep down, you had an inkling as to what he was telling you. But you refused to acknowledge it aside from the fact that it was downright ridiculous. After all, you firmly believed yourself to be out of Sirius Blackâs league. Your dynamic was synonymous to one of those Paramore songs that went, âHe was a punk, she did ballet. Can I make it anymore obvious?âÂ
And as if he could read you, and sense your inner thoughts, Sirius sighed for what seemed like the nth time of that moment. Though now it had sounded almost⊠sad?Â
âShall I spell it aloud for you, then?â He broke the silence, his voice deeper and tinged with seriousness.Â
âYes.â Please. For my own sake.Â
He takes a deep breath first, although the both of you didnât know for what exactly. But it felt like it was necessary for Sirius, and soâ
âI did it for you, âcause,â He paused, seemingly trying to push the words out of his mouth. Why he was forcing them out, you didnât know. âWhat friends are for, right?âÂ
Well, admittedly, that kind of stung you inside. For a momentâa fleeting, hopeful momentâyou wanted Sirius to say that he did it for you, and that was that. Just for you. For the sake of keeping you company, and letting it be up for interpretation on whether it was done under platonic intentions or⊠not.Â
âYeah,â You nodded, mentally chastising yourself for ever expecting such a thing. âWhat friends are for.âÂ
Sirius is looking at you pensively, noticing a hint of your disappointment in the way your smile didnât quite reach your eyes, and in the way you looked away from him as you replied. He wondered why.
But, ever the one to cheer his friends up, Sirius clears his throat to catch your attention, his grey eyes glittering with mirth.Â
âAnd besides,â he added. âYou wouldâve gone mad if you served detention all alone. Youâre kind of a danger to yourself here, love.â He ruffled your hair playfully as he said this, eliciting a smile from you.Â
âHey! It doesnât get that bad, you know,â You defend yourself, fixing your hair with your fingers. Sirius helps you out by tucking the wayward strands of hair, covering your face, behind your ear.Â
He snickered. âTrust me, love. I know how bad it can get.âÂ
In truth, Sirius has always found it endearingâyour knack for getting a little lost in your head more often than not. But he was also one of those people who wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake some sense into you, to tell you to give yourself a damn break. So, heâll take any chance to distract you from your thoughts. And if that meant angering McGonagall and serving detention, he didnât mind at all.Â
The rest of your walk home goes easily after that, the lighthearted atmosphere returning despite the momentary shift to the slightest, almost imperceptible indication to the feelings you harbored for each otherâthough unacknowledged on both sides of the party in fear of losing the other.
Although, Sirius suspects that heâll be brave enough for the both of you one day to bring these feelings into light.Â
In the meantime, heâll let you get away with your acting aloof and coy about it. Heâll gladly wait until youâre ready to hear what heâs always wanted to tell you.Â
So, as the two of you bask in the orange hue of the afternoon sun, walking down the path to your home, you donât realize that itâs only a few steps away until youâve reached your destination. You were getting carried away (again) with ranting about tomorrowâs quizzes, and Sirius is trying (again) to calm your anxieties, and reassure you.Â
At the very same time, he realizes the increasing distance between the two of you and your home. He doesnât make a move to tell you, and you simply donât notice.
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Hii! I literally love your page so much! If you donât mind, could you write an Arthur x Fem reader fluff?
So I was thinking, Arthur and the reader are close friends and she has feelings for him, like I mean she is HEAD OVER HEELS for him! But she thinks that he likes Mary-Beth or something and somehow he finds out about her feelings towards him and how she thinks he likes Mary-Beth and he confronts her and is like âI donât like her I like youâ and they kiss or something idk I JUST NEED HIM SO BAD RNđ
I Only Want You.
Arthur Morgan x Femreader
I apologise for the long delay! But thank you so much for your patience and request! I hope you enjoy it! And thank you so much for the love! <3
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âWhy not write him a letter?â
Y/n was sitting on a log with Abigail under the sun, looking out to the beautiful scenery before them on the edge of the cliff. They were discussing Arthur, a common topic between the two, and Abigail was trying to convince her friend to finally confess.
âA letter?â She tilted her head.
Abigail nodded, âYes! I mean, you love to write, and youâre too much of a baby to speak to him about your feelings. I think a letter is perfect. You can leave it for him without seeing his face.âÂ
Y/n thought about it and agreed it wasnât a bad idea at all. She could sneak into Arthurâs tent with a letter telling him everything sheâs always wanted to say, and wait for a response. So, she smiled and hugged her friend tightly, before standing up quickly and making her way to her own tent to begin writing.Â
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This was harder than she thought. She assumed being able to sit and think carefully about what she wanted to say would be easy, but it just filled her head with more doubts. Before she could start her fourth draft, she heard a ton of horses outside and quickly hid the crumpled up pieces of paper. Most of the men were robbing a wagon and had just come back; from the cheers and laughs, she could only assume it went well. She got up from her chair and peeked her head out of her tent and almost screamed in surprise. Arthur stood right outside her tent.
âOh! Mr Morgan, you scared me!â She laughed it off, a hand to her chest as he chuckled with her.
âI apologise, I didnât mean to sneak up on you. I just wanted to tell you how the robbinâ went.â
âI assume it went well, given the smile on your face.â Y/n smiled as she looked around to the other men already cracking bottles of beer. The pair went quiet and the woman wanted to burst into a confession then and there. The sun was setting and it casted a orange glow to his face. His hat caused a small shadow over his eyes and his smile was small and earnest. The little wrinkles around his eyes and mouth only made him more attractive, and his moustache had been recently trimmed.Â
âWell, I best get back inside now. Iâm a very busy lady.â She excused herself. He smiled a little wider and watched her close the tent, almost disappointed with their short exchange.Â
After their conversation, Y/n got back to her desk and this time, the words began to spill out onto the page with ease:
Dear Arthur,
Firstly, I must apologise. I am too much of a coward to face you, so Iâve resorted to writing this letter.
The truth is, I have fallen head over heels for you. You may not agree with me, but you are a good and genuine man. Youâve helped me in more ways than you could ever imagine. The day you rescued me from my burning horse from the OâDriscolls, I thought my life was over. But, to my surprise, it was the start of an even better life. I truly canât thank you enough.
I donât expect you to reciprocate these feelings, and that is ok. I wouldnât want to ruin this friendship we have formed.
Yours, Y/n.
She kept re-reading it over and over again while a million what ifs ran through her head. What if heâs put off by the letter? What if he has someone already? What if he laughs at her?Â
She shook her head. She had written it now, all she had to do was plant it in his tent and hide, wallow away in bed while her anxiety ate her up. She folded it and wrote his name on it before peeking her head out the tent again and tip-toeing to his tent. When she saw he wasnât inside, she snuck in and placed the letter on his bedside table.Â
Y/n felt satisfied with herself, until she saw a letter on his desk with the name âMary Lintonâ. Her stomach dropped. Who was this Mary? Was she a lover? A relative? Feeling sick, she rushed out the tent, leaving her letter behind.
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âYou alright there, Y/n?â Tilly asked her while she zoned out. It was now night-time, and her mind was eating her up all evening. The women were sat around the fire doing what they do best: gossiping. Of course, Grimshaw or Molly hadnât joined them, but that was always the case.Â
âHmm? Sorry, yeah Iâm good.â She brushed it off, taking a big swing of whiskey. The rest of her friends spared glances at one another. Karen piped up while also taking a swig of her own whiskey, âYeah, I ain't buying that. Youâve been sulking all evening.âÂ
Y/n sighed and began biting her nails out of habit, wondering if asking them about Arthur was a smart idea. But she couldnât keep letting the question eat away at her.
âDo any of you know who Mary Linton is?â
Mary-Beth looked surprised at the question, âMary? You donât know?â
Her stomach dropped again.Â
âNo I donât.âÂ
Tilly shook her head, already feeling bad for her friend. Everyone but Arthur knew that Y/n had feelings for the older man, it was a miracle the man himself hadnât figured it out. Tilly sighed, âShe used to be his woman. About ten years ago now, but her daddy didnât like him so it didn't work out. I keep telling him to let it go.âÂ
There it was. Her what ifs became reality. She couldnât hide her disappointment and took another swig of the whiskey. And another. Then another one.Â
âSlow down girl! Youâll end badly!â Tilly tried to grab the bottle out her hand but she moved it out of her reach. By now, Y/n vision was hazy and her head felt light. The smell of whiskey was strong on her breath but she felt a little more relaxed at least.Â
âItâs obvious Arthur likes you back.â Mary-Beth tried to help her feel better, but all she did in response was roll her eyes.
âOh please. Donât get my hopes up.â She pouted as she finished the whiskey off. All the women were getting up and getting ready for bed but she decided to sit by the fire a little longer. Karen patted her back, âPlease just take it easy. Get some rest soon.â And with that, she was left alone. She just stared into the fire, her mind restless, when she heard a twig snap. She snapped her head back and saw the root of her problems. He looked confused at her state.Â
âY/n? What are you still doing at this hour?âÂ
âNothing.â She frowned, facing away from him, kicking a stone away despite being sat on the log. Arthur sat down next to her, his knee inches away from hers.Â
âYou smell of whiskey, doll. You been drinking too much to handle?â His voice was laced with concern, which only infuriated her more. Why care for her when he already had a woman he cared for?Â
âWhy do you care?â She sounded harsher than she meant to. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was her patience running thin. Maybe it was her disappointment. Either way, her response still shocked him.Â
âWhy wouldn't I?â He asked, and her heart kept sinking lower and lower. They fell silent, and Y/n heard him reach into his pockets and took out the letter. Her eyes widened as she tried to snatch it out his hands but he raised his arm higher.Â
âJust leave it Arthur!â She shouted, still trying to grab it as he kept his arm in the air, a firm hand on her shoulder to push her lightly.Â
âWhy are you behaving like this? I just want to talk about it.â He tried to calm her down as she stopped prying at him.Â
âI know about Mary.â She stated which caused his eyes to widen slightly. He glanced at the letter before folding it and putting it back in his pocket.Â
âThe women gossiping again?â He chuckled a little dry, so she only hummed in response. Their gossips were never wrong though, she thought to herself.Â
âThat's history, love. She was only writing to me to help her brother, but I don't like her like I used to.â Arthur grabbed her chin much to her alarm, and gently turned her to face him, before brushing a strand of hair in her face out the way.Â
That damn smile.Â
âI love you too. I ain't need a silly little letter, you could've told me and I would've swept you up in a heartbeat.âÂ
It's like time stopped. The alcohol must've gotten to her head. She must've blacked out. Died even, and seen the pearly gates.Â
But when he leaned forward, and softly kissed her, she felt more awake than ever. He pulled away before she could even react, and his face was bright red.Â
âWas that a bad kiss? It looks like it was.â He coughed awkwardly.Â
âNoâŠno not at all. I'm just in shock. I didn't think you actually liked me.âÂ
He laughed light before leaning closer again, a hand on the back of her head, âI don't like you, sweetheart. I love you.âÂ
This time she kissed back, harder. Months of pent up tension between the two was finally being released. It was surprising the two didn't go mad. Â
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They spent the rest of the night sitting next to the fire, holding hands, and Y/n rested her head on his chest as he held her close. His tumb traced her knuckles as she listened to his heartbeat. She felt protected, safe, warm, and comfortable. She could happily stay like that forever.
Unknown to the pair, the women of the camp were watching from a distance, with giant grins on their faces.
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You can study me
Sero hanta smau
volley-ball player sero x art student fem!reader, no quirks au, college au.
a/n it's been a while since I've written something like this...I'm nervous
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Senior year is finally here! You thought that this time, the teachers would be more lenient with you and your classmates, but not at all. In fact, they even got stricter... They assigned you a half year-long work, which would be worth 30% of your final grade. What does the work consist of, you ask? Making a complete study of the life of a student you need to pick and paint it.
But... you can't pick a friend.
Profiles âą Part .2
Part 1
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You sat outside, pen in one hand, the other on your lap. Scribbling on the piece of paper quick doodles of a random animal. A rooster...a chickenâŠwhy was this one that popped in your mind, you donât know.
A sight escapes your mouth as you look up at the sky. âThis is going to be a nightmareâ you mutter.
You wouldâve been more ok with all of this if you couldâve chosen someone close to you instead. So much easier, simpler. But in the art course? nothing was easy.
You sometimes thought of quitting, completely. But the love you had for art kept you here and perhaps your supportive friends too. Seriously they meant everything to you, theyâve been here through thick and thin. They could beâŠthemselves but youâd do anything for them, the other way around as well.
Taking your phone from your pocket, you check the time â 12:40 pm. âI should already be on my way to the cafeteria.â You get up slowly, grab your bag from the ground and shove the paper and pen inside.
As you enter the building, you greet with a wave of your hand some classmates you had met in your morning class. When you enter the cafeteria, you grab the tray from the pile and pick up a sandwich, a fruit salad and you pay for a soda can at the vending machine.
You werenât particularly hungry today.
Scanning the room you make eye contact with your friends a bit further away. You march over to them and install yourself next to Himiko, Izuku in front.
âIâve missed you guys so bad.â you say hugging Himikoâs arm. She hugs you back with a big smile. âUs as well!â she chuckles. âItâs only the first day of the week and Iâm already tired.â adds Izuku with a slight smile before taking a bite from his sandwich.
You begin eating as well. âCan you guys believe it's the last year weâll be together..â you say to them. âOh donât start already or Iâm going to cry.â says Himiko, turning her head.
â I know weâll definitely be busy after but ainât no way weâre getting separated, you better believe me, you ainât getting rid of usâ she taps her finger on your cheek in a teasing way.
âOh that I already knowâ you chuckle.
Izuku suddenly perks up and says âBy the way y/n I talked to some of my classmates and Iâm sorry most of them donât feel comfortable with thatâŠâ âOh right mine as wellâŠthey say they don't want to meet new people or whateverâ himiko adds.
âOh well I did expect that honestlyâ you cross your arms and straighten yourself. âGuess the whole art course is going to struggle with finding someoneâ you sigh and begin to wonder how else are you going to find a student willing to participate in that. Ochaco may try with her classmates but you already have an idea of how itâs going to end.
Youâd like someone with personality as well and thereâs plenty of people like that here butâ
You were cut off by a cheerful voice.
âIzuku youâre here!â A girl with pretty pink hair stopped in front of the table with her tray in hand. You all turned your head at her.
âOh I didnât know you were with friends my bad you guys!â she smiles.
âNo itâs alright, you wanted something?â he responds.
âThe boys are over there and I wanted to know if you wanted to come sit with us! Your friends can come as well if theyâd likeâ She smiles at the both of us.
âYeah for sure! Does it bother you guys?â He says looking at us.
âNot at allâ Himiko and you respond at the same time. You look at each other before chuckling slightly.
âPerfect, follow me!â the girl begins walking ahead. âThe nameâs Mina by the way!â
âIâm y/n!â you respond back.
âAnd Iâm Himikoâ
You all reach a long table with four people already sitting and talking.
Four boys to be exact, one had blond hair and was just staring at the other three with a raised eyebrow, another had red hair and was laughing at something another blond said next to him and the last one with longer black hair was holding his sandwich with a smirk on his face.
âI am here and brought companyyyâ Mina chants at the boys.
They perk up at the sound of her voice and all turn their heads towards us. You and Himiko smile not knowing what to do next.
âHey, these are my friends, Himiko Toga and Y/n L/n !â Izuku introduces us.
He turns to us and points at the boys one by one.
âThis is Kacchan- I mean Katsuki Bakugo. You already know him.â he laughs pointing at the blond with red eyes.
Bakugo nods his head with an almost visible smile.
âThis is Denki Kaminariâ The other blond points finger guns at us.
âThis is Eijiro Kirishimaâ the red haired boy waves at us with a smile.
âAnd last but not least Sero Hantaâ the black haired boy throws a peace sign at us and winks.
They all greet us happily and urge us to sit with them. You began talking for what seemed like hours, they told you they were part of the school volleyball team.
âOh thatâs so cool, how long have y'all been playing for?â you ask.
âWe pretty much have been since we were kids. We practically all met through that.â Kirishima responds cheerfully. âYeah weâre all like a biggg familyâ Kaminari leans on his shoulder.
Bakugo turns his head at us before speaking âSo y/n, art huh? How is it being an artist?â
I laugh âIâm not an artist, artist yet butââ you were cut off by Izuku.
âOh stop that you draw, you paint even if it's not professionally yet youâre still an artist.â
âYeah, it doesnât matter even if it was just a hobby, you still are an artist.â Sero joins him before continuing. âAnd how is it going so far?â
âTo be honest? Right now, horrible.â you chuckle.
They all seem taken back as their eyes slightly widen.
âItâs mostly because of an assignment our teacher already gave us.â
âOh that's roughâ On the first day?â Kirishima says.
âYeah, I have like half of the school year to complete it? And it's worth 30% of my final grade too.â You lean your head on your hand. âI need to pick a student I don't know, to study their life? Like get to know them so I can make a painting of itââ
âYou can study me?â Sero suddenly says, catching you off guard. âWe just met so thatâll be perfect and I get to spend time with a cute girl like you so itâs a win-win situation.â He smiles and leans back on his chair.
You stare at him. Thatâs...a good idea actually you think to yourself and itâs not a total stranger if itâs one of Izukuâs friendsâŠright?
âWell Sero youâve got yourself a dealâ I smile back at him.
âCall me Hanta.â
a/n i hope you guys like this aaah i'm so nervous and excited to post this...đ€§ see u guys in the next part! đ
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OK OK OK I have a request go with me here. What about Florence with an insecure reader but sheâs plus size sheâs insecure about like sitting on Florenceâs lap (and face đ) so maybe like a fluffy smut or something idk I just havenât been feeling to good about my body these days. You 100% donât have to do this. Ok love you bye!!!!đ
Why Me?
Pairing:Â Florence Pugh x Plus Size! Reader
Summary:Â Flo helps you cope when your mind gets the better of you.
Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Body image issues, Mentions of Depression & Cyber Bullying| 1.3K
AC: I hope you enjoy this, I didnât include any smut or suggestive themes as I simply do not do that when writing celebrity x reader so I hope what I have written is still somewhat what you were looking for x
Dating a celebrity wasn't easy, especially when you never thought you were built for the spotlight of any kind. Birthdays were usually small just to keep the attention off you as much as possible and you never liked it much when people would make a fuss about your achievements. You were shy, but it was one of the many things Florence, your girlfriend, loved about you.Â
Florence absolutely loves showing you off. At family events, she was always seen proudly holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your waist. It took a long time for her to get you to say yes to attending a red-carpet event with her. Florence had this way of making you smile and laugh when you didn't know you needed it the most, it was like she was always one step ahead of your insecurities and thoughts.Â
But not everything was rainbows and butterflies. The world can be cruel, not matter how big or small you are, people are always going to express their opinions and it was one of the biggest things that Florence quickly noticed that was affecting you. Whenever the paparazzi snapped photos of you and Florence hand in hand walking the streets of LA or the rare chance that caught you kissing in a busy cafĂ© in London, there were always comments.Â
Harsh and cruel comments directed mostly to you, comments on your body, weight and how people couldn't understand why Florence was with you. Most of the time you were able to avoid seeing them or ignored them whenever you did see them but being human, they got to you sometimes. You've struggled with thoughts about yourself for a while and it never helped when your depression would side with those thoughts. Florence hated the comments, and she would know when you had read some.Â
"What's on your mind darling?" Florence's raspy voice brought your attention back to earth as you looked up from the plate of food in front of you. "Huh? Oh, sorry" you quickly collected yourself, "I'm just a little tired, I think I might be coming down with something" you added. Florence tilted her head slightly to the right, "don't give me that" she said knowing you weren't being truthful with her.Â
You sighed, placing the silver fork beside the plate of untouched food, you knew there was no hope in lying to her. She studied your body language while you racked your brain to form the words you wanted to say but not wanting to upset your girlfriend. "I guess, I just" you started, avoiding eye contact with the blonde knowing full well that if you looked into her big green eyes that the tears you felt trying their best to build would break. Florence reached over the table and gently placed her hand on top of your left, "it's okay baby, take your time" she assured you.Â
A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before you finally broke it and spoke the thoughts that had been circling your mind for the last few days. "Why me?" You asked, "I mean, you could have anybody in the world, I mean that literally. You could have somebody who isn'tâŠ.wellâŠ. me" you spoke, your eyes dropping to your lap.Â
Florence rose from her seat and walked over to you and kneeled, taking your hands into hers. "Look at me darling, please" she spoke. Slowly, you lifted your head up, looking at her with tears building up, "where is this coming from?" She asked, her thumbs brushing gently over your knuckles. A tear streamed down your right cheek when you saw nothing but love and concern from your partner, "I guess" you paused for a moment, "I feel so ugly" you said, "sometimes I think everybody is right, you can do a lot better than me" you added as more tears streamed down your cheeks.Â
Without hesitation, Florence stood up and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her and placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Oh darling" she said softly. She didn't need to know how this all started, she noticed recently how you were slowly hiding yourself away from those around you, avoiding going out to lunch with Florence, afraid of what more people would say. She hated it so much that people could be so cruel and not think about what their words could do to another human. She gently rubbed your back, letting you break down in her arms. You were tired and she knew that.Â
She kneeled down in front of you again, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "I don't want anybody else, I don't need anybody else" she assured you, "You don't see yourself the way I see you, all those strangers don't see you the way I see you, they don't see the beautiful soul that makes my day better every morning, they don't see how hard working you are. You care so, so much about every single person around you, you make sure that everybody feels seen and included and it's something I love about you, but it also makes me wonder why you don't treat yourself with the same kindness.Â
You are the most beautiful person I have ever met; I am so lucky that you picked me. I am so lucky to love you. I love that I get to wake up next to you every morning and coming home to you is all I look forward to each day. Darling, nobody is perfect but you are perfect to me and I know that sounds clichĂ© but I wouldn't have you any other way. I just want you to be happy" she said, ever breaking eye contact with you. She brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "how about this weekend you and I take a trip, wherever you want to go. We'll take some time away from everything and just enjoy our time" she suggested.Â
You nodded, loving the idea of not having to worry about your insecurities. Although they didn't go away completely but Florence always had a magic way of making you forget about them.Â
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The sun kissed the top of the lake that you looked over, sitting on Florence's lap while she traced random shapes and patterns on your back. Like the sun, her presence and comfort brought a sense of warmth to you. Nothing else mattered in this moment but spending it with the one person you loved and adored so much. The weekend had only started, you and Florence had booked out a lake house for the weekend to enjoy, arriving in the early hours of the morning Florence still was able to cook up an amazing breakfast which the two of you enjoyed on the porch overlooking the lake.Â
"It's so beautiful here" you commented as your eyes traced over the mountains that overlooked the lake. Florence smiled softly, "it is, isn't it" she replied. Although she didn't care much for the view of the lake but more the soft smile that you wore proudly. She placed a kiss on your cheek which only made you blush at her unexpected affection.Â
"Thank you" you said as you looked over your shoulder at Florence, "I'm sorry that my mind gets the better of me sometimes" you added.Â
"Oh darling, you don't need to apologise nor thank me" she smiled before leaning up and kissing your lips gently, "just promise me that when you start to feel down again, you talk to me. I am always here for you, my love. I'd drop everything just to see you smile, never forget that" she added before you kissed her once more, smiling against her lips before you pulled away.Â
"I love you" you whispered to her.
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âđ Can I Get Your Number? âđ Ch 22
Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader
written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!
warnings/labels:Â addressing what happened, here comes the comfort, then fluff wc: 2k
Chapter Selection
Jason led me up the stairs and down a long hall to his bedroom, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. The room was clearly not used often; he was a tidy person, but this was a whole other level of tidy, and there were no personal touches around the room that immediately jumped at me as being his. He gestured to a pair of armchairs by a bookshelf, and I collapsed into one, shaking.
He scooted his chair closer to mine, sitting so our knees were almost touching. âDoll? Why are you so upset?â
â... Do you remember last night?â He nodded. â... Then why arenât you? I broke your trust, in several ways last night. You should be furious with meâŠâ
He held a hand out for me, and I slowly let my hand slide into place in his. âNo, you didn't. You proved exactly why I trust you. And Iâm not angry. ⊠I ⊠I knew the longer I waited to tell you, the more likely it became that something like that would happen. ⊠I didnât mean to let it go so long, honestly, it just ⊠never felt like the right time. Iâm so sorry you found out that way, I know that was ⊠incredibly uncomfortableâŠâ
âWha- ⊠Jason, you have nothing to apologize for; I am not entitled to this information,â
âNo, you are. You have been dating me without knowing who you were dating for months. From the day we met you have been in so much more danger than you knew, and I did nothing to change that because I wanted to pretend to be normal⊠You said you took my choices away last night, but Iâve been taking your choices from you for eight months. At least when I put my life in your hands last night, I knew who I was trusting. You have not had that once in this relationship, and Iâm so, so sorry for thatâŠâ He sighed, squeezing my hand firmly. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you myself, I just ⊠didnât know how. ⊠I didnât want to lose you. I donât want to lose you now ⊠I have never felt safer than when I look in your eyes, and if you can forgive me I swear I will never keep anything from you again.â
â⊠Me forgive you? Jason, there's nothing for me to forgive, I'm the one who should be begging your forgivenessâŠâ
âThereâs nothing for me to forgive either. When I saw you in that alley I knew everything was going to be ok, in a way I never have before. Anything that happened to me from that moment on was only going to happen after you okayed it; I knew you wouldnât let them hurt me, and ⊠I needed that. Because, as much as they love me, their love can be a bit ⊠aggressive at times. They know theyâre right, so they donât care if Iâm resistant. Iâm just ⊠broken, so it doesnât matter how much I say I donât want something, theyâre certain Iâll feel better once I submit. ⊠But you donât do that; you care what I want, and that makes it easier to do the hard things I have no choice in. ⊠When you came, I could just relax. I could obey you, and everything would be fineâŠâ
â... That was the pheromones, Jay âŠâ
âNo, the pheromones made it easier to slip into that headspace, but how safe I felt was all you. If you hadn't come, they would have held me down, kicking and screaming, to get the blood sample. Theyâd be right - the blood sample was necessary, but Iâd have nightmares about it for weeks. But you⊠I knew you would be gentle, and you were. I didnât have any nightmares last night... I have never been able to relax while getting blood drawn, but I felt perfectly at ease having you do it. I know you think you were taking advantage of me being in a compromised position, but you werenât. The pheromones were whispering to obey, but thatâs all it was. A whisper, a suggestion. I chose to submit, because it was you. I ⊠said some truly humiliating things, the pheromones definitely overrode my filter, and Iâm so sorry for how uncomfortable that was, and for how grabby I was, but trusting you is a choice I would make every time, pheromones or not. You are a safe person for me, my love. I trust you, and I love you, and I am so, so grateful that you were there last night. You ⊠you see my broken edges, and you tell me I donât have to sand myself down to make myself into something that can be loved. You are everything to me⊠You asked how I could trust you after last night; but how could I not? Everyone else thinks nothing of crashing straight through my walls, and calling it love, but you cry over stepping through a door I left unlocked for you. You are so kind, and gentle, and considerate, and I am so lucky to be yours.â
He lifted my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles one by one. I blushed bright red, squirming a bit. â... you chose to obey me like that? ⊠That wasnât the pheromones?â
âIn the alley, I was resisting them. I had a handle on myself, I knew if I just focused on my breathing I'd get back under control soon enough. And then you were there, and I was still resisting, I wanted to convince you I was ok so youâd go home where you were safe. ⊠But I realized that if they had brought you out, that meant they intended to use you to control me. I could either continue to resist, and theyâd continue to push and shove, and it would take days to feel like myself again. And what's more, Iâd probably hate every minute of it. Or I could lean in to it, just trust you to take care of me. Even though you didnât know it was me, I knew that if I trusted you I would be safe, and it would be a lot easier to come back to myself. And I was right.â He squeezed my hands, stroking my knuckles with his thumbs.
â...You begged ⊠you said âno needlesâ âŠâ
âI don't trust them with needles. Theyâre ⊠efficient, but not particularly gentle. ... But you arenât them. And you didnât do anything wrong, doll. Promise. If I wanted to resist, I would have.â
â... You were so upset when I said we had to make you betterâŠâ
âAh ⊠yeah, that was ⊠weird. ⊠I guess my mind interpreted âmake you better' as âyou did something wrong', so ⊠with the pheromones telling me I had to be good, I sorta freaked outâŠâ he blushed brightly, looking away shyly.
â... You weren't freaking out because of the needle?â
âNo, the needle was fine. You really did very well, actuallyâŠâ
I sniffled softly, clinging to his hands. âI just did what Tim saidâŠâ
âYou made me feel safe. Tim doesn't know how to do that.â He smiled gently, squeezing my hands. â... I just wish you had been there when I woke up. I thought ⊠I thought you were gone.â
âHuh? No! No, baby, never. I just ⊠I knew they'd stripped you, and you don't want me to see your chest yet, so âŠâ
He nodded. âDamian explained. If it ever happens again though, I want to wake up with you beside me, ok? No matter what.â
I nodded, kissing his knuckles. â... Ok. ⊠What next?â
â... Well, ⊠are you ⊠ok?â
I sighed softly. âWhat do you mean?â
â... It's been eight months, and I didn't tell you, ⊠I'm Red Hood.â
â... YeahâŠâ
â... Are you mad?â
I slowly looked up into his eyes, gently squeezing his hands. âNo, I'm not mad at you. ⊠I'm very afraid that you won't come home one day, but I'm not mad at you. I love youâŠâ
âI love you too. More than anything âŠâ he gently squeezed my hands. âSo ⊠we're ok?â
I nodded. âWe're ok.â
He sighed softly, kissing my knuckles again. âYou're incredibleâŠâ
âNot reallyâŠâ
He chuckled, cupping my cheeks. âYes, really.â
Lois smiled brightly, shaking my hand. âThanks for letting Jon spend the night; I know the boys have been looking forward to it all week!â
I grinned, shaking hers as well. âOf course! Damian gave you my phone number, right?â
She nodded; âyep! And youâve got mine. Of course, if anything goes wrong you wonât need to use it. Clarkâs planning to keep an ear out, just in case.â
I chuckled a bit weakly; Damian had received permission to tell me about the Kents. The idea of taking care of Supermanâs kid was freaking me out a bit, but I had promised Damian, so we were proceeding as if this was perfectly normal. Besides, if Damian needed some normal childhood experiences, it seemed reasonable to assume Jon did too.
Lois gave Jon a hug goodbye before driving away, and the three of us headed upstairs. âAlright boys, how are we feeling about homemade pizzas for dinner?â
Jon grinned, following us through the door. âYou make your own pizza?â
âSometimes, itâs fun!â
They tossed their bags in the living room and followed me into the kitchen where we set up to make our pizzas. Jason and I had prepped several dough balls so everyone could make their own. We had three types of sauce, and every cheese and topping I could think of. The boys immediately got started rolling out their dough onto pans, adding what they wanted. I preheated the oven while they worked and decided what movie they wanted to watch tonight. Once their pizzas were in the oven, I prepared two more; one for me, and one for Jason. He was coming over after an early patrol to help me keep an eye on the boys, and I wanted his dinner ready when he got in.
The boys made a pillow fort while they waited for their pizzas, and for a minute it was easy to forget they werenât normal kids. Damianâs guards, which already tended to drop quite a bit when it was just the two of us, seemed to be all the way down; he was smiling and laughing with his friend, and everything was perfect. I brought their pizzas over, taking a seat on what was left of the couch, and we watched the movie they had picked.
When Jason finally knocked on the door, I ran over to let him in. He smiled softly, kissing my forehead, and purred; âhoney, I'm home~â
I giggled softly, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. âWelcome home~ any injuries to take care of?â
He shook his head. âNope, it was a quiet patrol. Most of the action doesn't pick up until after midnight.â
I grinned, kissing his cheek. âGood~ hungry?â
âStarving~â I grinned, pulling him to the living room.
âYou sit, I'll get your pizza!â He grinned, taking his seat, and I came back with his plate, and a glass. The boys had already made their way through most of a 2 liter, but we still had 2 more for the weekend. Jason pulled me in close, positioning me so my legs were over his lap, and kissed my forehead.
âSister, Todd won't be joining us at the arcade tomorrow, will he?â Damian frowned a bit.
I chuckled softly, leaning against Jason's chest. âI don't know, he might.â
Damian frowned more. âYou will not need him; we're very well behaved.â
âIâm not coming for you, demon brat. Iâm coming to keep lilâ mama entertained.â Jason wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulder.
Damian frowned deeply. â... You can only come if you stop making those jokes.â
âWhat jokes?â Jason frowned.
âDamian has decided Iâm sister, not mama.â
The boy nodded; âMother would be furious if she heard anyone else being referred to as a maternal figure for me.â
Jason smiled a little and nodded. âAlright, alright. No more mommy jokes. âŠâ He kissed my jaw, whispering; âbut thatâs not gonna stop me when weâre alone. You ok with that, mama?~â
I blushed brightly and nodded once, running my fingers through his hair. â... Eat your pizza.â
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Exercise
It had been so long since I had had any⊠adult attention.
I know we agreed to take our kinks to the next level, but still â I havenât cum in months. Every time mommy walked by, my swelling member strained against my plastic pink cage. It was starting to become too much
I had tried my best to be the good baby mommy wanted, but I needed to cum! And I have been a good baby! Iâve been using my diapers without complaints, I havenât said any bad words, and âexcruciatinglyâ I havenât cum or had an accident once!
Maybe thatâs why mommy had so much compassion when I had my little outburst, as she had called it.
âMommy!â I whined as I eyed her shapely figure, âPlease!! I needa cum!!â
âHmmm,â Mommy contemplated my request, âWell you have been quite a good boy recentlyâŠâ
I hung on every word, desperation written all over my face.
âAnd I suppose it would be good for you to get some excercise inâŠâ
âP-pwease Mommy,â I whimpered, trying to secure her decision.
âTell you what sweetie,â she smiled down at me, âMommy ordered you a special toy thatâll help. You just gotta wait a couple days for it to come in, and then youâll feel all better! Can you be patient for Mommy?â
âMmmHmmm,â I moaned.
A few days past, and my sorry state of desperation had only gotten worse. But I knew if I acted out or misbehaved in any way, mommy would take my relief away to punish me for my naughtiness. For better or worse, I was committed to being her obedient baby.
Then, it arrived.
âSweetheart, your new toy arrived! Why donât you come out back and take a look!â
I quickly waddled outside to see whatever relief was in store for me. It⊠wasnât what I was expecting. My cheeks burned scarlet as I saw my new toy.
Sitting in the backyard was a yoga ball adorned with a sattle that had a dildo, handcuffs, and ankle cuffs attached to it.
âM-mommy?â My voice quivered.
âDoesnât it look like so much fun, princess! And we were talking about fitting some more excercise into your routine!â
âUhmmâŠâ
âOh donât be shy darling,â Mommy giggled, âHow about we strap you in, and you can have fun bouncing around the back yard until you make stickies in your little diaper.â
âS-stickies?â I could barely believe my ears.
âThatâs right, princess!â
âD-do I get to take my cage off?â
âAhwww baby no,â mommy giggled, âyouâre gonna cum like a princess or not at all. No matter how long it takes.â
âButââ
âAh ah,â Mommy silenced me, âthe only butt I want to hear about is the one thatâs gonna be bouncing up and down on that big dildo, which is yours sweet pea.â
Mommy grabbed me by the wrists, and I knew better than to fuss. Before I knew it, my ankles and my wrists were tightly secured in mommyâs contraption. I immediately felt the pressure of the big pink dildlo through my diaper. This was going to be a long playtimeâŠ
âOk sweet pea. While you play, Mommyâs going to go start on Din-din. Iâll be watching from inside.â
ââââââââââââââ
As always, all characters depicted are 18+
Hey everyone, tumblr nuked my account again, so Iâm rewriting these captions to reclaim them in the hopes that my followers find me again.
Credit to @Moophins for the image
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I feel like we didn't get enough moments with that beautiful king in chapter 5 (why PB >:(((()
Can you pls do a short story about MC who has been kidnapped (again) when they try to find a place to sleep to Leviathan's office where he demands them to sleep *in his coffin* (so he could keep an eye on them).
Okay I can only think that much. Hope you ok with this request đ„č Luv u and your works 𫶠Have a great day!!!
Thanks for lovely words! AND I AGREE. I know that the plot needs to move forward, but my heart wants to stay longer. We only got to know Levi for a moment and quite superficially because he mostly talked to others. PAY ATTENTION TO US. Just no nooses, please. We'll play with the ropes later, maybe dinner first.
This turned out to be a bit long. Hope you'll like it!
Words: ~900
Kidnapped to sleep | Leviathan
Peace, just a little bit of peace. That's all you asked for. After a long, tiring day, you didn't even have time to sit down properly in your room for a moment. Just when you approached bed, a knocking sound came from inside the room instead of from outside.
âYou knock before entering!â You huffed.
Foras appeared at your side without a hush.
"Sorry, butâŠ"
âWhatâs going on again? And quickly, if you can.â You cut his words in half. Headache and tiredness make you thorny. All you wanted was to collapse like a log and fall asleep. Didn't even care anymore whether he tried to kill you or not, you had survived so many threats and potential murder attempts today that one here or there wouldn't make any difference. You almost softened when you saw the remorse written all over the dreamy devil's face.
âHis Majesty wants to see you.â
Yeah, almost.Â
âTell him to stick his desires in⊠ugh.â
There was no point arguing. The quicker you deal with them, the better. You were about to leave when Foras grabbed your waist, and you felt your insides churning again. That bastard⊠you can walk on your own! No need to teleport!
The palace was even quieter and darker, but when Foras left you in his king's office, you didn't feel as overwhelmed as the first time. It reminded you of Prince Charming's room. Leviathan, as beautiful as he was mysterious, was leaning over the documents. You stood on your tiptoes to look at them.
"What are you doing? It's not your business."
âYou called me here yourself.â
You won't let him push you around. Not only was it dangerous, it also hurt your pride. He ignored you and went back to work, so you sat down on the chair across him, not knowing for what he needed you, and started thinking. Just out of boredom. It wasn't the wisest decision you could have made in such a state.Â
With such a beautiful creature by your side, it was hard to think of anything other than punishing him for the way he treated you. If only he could be beaten with a whip again. Choke. Oppress. Hear the gasps and moans as he runs out of breath. Milk would flow from these beautiful horns, and you would make him drink it himself...
"What are you staring at?"
Not only did he dare to be so beautiful in front of you, but he also disturbed your fantasies. The audacity.
"Beautiful."
A smile appeared on his lips and you clutched your mouth. This shouldn't have been let slip! Apparently, it only made him feel better, because he told you that youâre going to sleep together. Oh yes. It's time to put all these plans into action!
Reality hit you as soon as you sat down on the soft mattress in his coffin. How was it so comfortable here? It reminded you of a water bed with a cover on top like a canopy. Leviathan probably already thought you were a freak, so you had nothing to lose. You could have use him, abused him. But the soft material acted like a magnet. Silk is like flypaper. You were so tired... you closed your eyes just for a second, and suddenly felt the warmth next to you. A hot, masculine fragrance. And a strong arm that hung around your waist.
âI thought you hated me?â
âI do not like you. Just like everyone else.â
It was so comfortable. So⊠safe? You definitely needed some rest.
âSo you also sleep cuddled up to your nobles like stuffed animals? Like now?â
He nuzzled his nose into your hair, not really bothered by your taunts.
âSilence. I have to keep an eye on you all the time. I can't let you endanger anyone.â
It occurred to you that for now you are only a danger to yourself, because you want to abuse the most dangerous king of hell you have ever met.
If only you had a whip at hand... wrapped in the darkness of the coffin and Levi's arm, the tiredness of the day came flooding back to you. You closed your eyes. Just for a second.
Two seconds later you were sound asleep, tucking your knee between the devil's legs. He grabbed the back of your neck and tightened his fingers.
âWhat are you thinking?â
You didn't think anything at that moment. Just purred in delight. Feeling the warm, broad chest, you clung to it unconsciously. No wonder you sought safety. That coffin almost devour you last time. What was strange was that you were looking for support in the arms of a man who was the reason for your anxiety, but who would care? He also didn't behave like a terrible tyrant, not now.
He ran his fingers through your hair. They were soft and fragrant, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall. You didn't see him, so he could afford it. So defenseless, hugging him, you no longer looked like a threat. If it weren't for his experience, he would almost be fooled by you. He promised himself he wouldn't fall into your trap, and despite his own promises, he wrapped his arms around you. Some devils can lie, and he was just trying to lie to himself.
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âŠI was so miserable? l.hc smau
8. now, get up (written)
Haechan hears a rustling from the direction of the door and sees you entering the studio. âSorry Iâm late, I didnât calculate the time right,â you say, pausing by the door to catch your breath after running. âItâs ok! Youâre only 7 minutes late,â Haechan replies with a warm smile. You smile back and look away. âIâll go get changed.â
When you finally walk into the studio, Haechan is sitting in front of the mirror, looking at something on his phone. You sit down next to him. The anxiety that had been with you since leaving the house hadnât gone awayâin fact, it intensified when you saw Haechan. It didnât help that he had admitted to having feelings for you, though you suspected he was just playing around and wasnât serious. Still, you found him very sweet and attractive. He was kind and always helped everyone during practice, and he looked incredibly hot while performingâŠ
âY/N?â
You raise your head to see Haechanâs concerned face in front of you.
âAre you okay?â
âOh, yes! Sorry, I was just thinking⊠Uhm.. Should we start?â
Haechan noticed your nervousness but chose not to mention it, not wanting to make things even more awkward.
âYeah, we should⊠You know, I came up with a few moves for the beginning of the song at home.â
âReally? Can you show me?â
âOf course.â
Haechan stood up as you played the music, and he began to dance. You watched his movements as if hypnotized. His steps were sharp yet effortless. You couldnât help but wonder if youâd even be able to perform the same, let alone create something like that. When the music ended, Haechan sat back down and took a sip of water.
âWell, what do you think?â
âThat⊠was amazing!! How did you come up with that?â
Haechan blushed, almost choking on his water.
âI could never come up with something like that⊠I almost feel bad that youâre paired with meâŠâ you continued.
âY/N,â he interrupted. âIâve told you before that youâre an amazing dancer, and I know you can come up with something even better than this. Do I need to remind you about your project with Jisung?â
You stared at him, wide-eyed in surprise.
âYeah, but I just got lucky that time, and the music was easier than thisâŠâ
âI donât want to hear that. Iâm really glad that Iâm partnered with you, and itâs not just because I like you, but because youâre a fantastic dancer. Now, get up.â
You watched as Haechan stood and extended a hand toward you.
âCome on, we canât waste any more time.â
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SYNOPSIS : Haechan was in love with a girl from his dance studio, but one day he accidentally found her Twitter account with her terrible secrets
or how Haechan found out that his crush suffers from depression and dark thoughts
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[not me writing for Eddie. Its been so long since ive written, please bare with me.]
TW/ consumption of bad things and an overd0se.
Heâs sitting on the bed, eyes low, head pounding. Heâs in for the worst knowing heâs done something wrong. There's an overwhelming sense of fear that he's going to disappoint you.
He doesnât want to disappoint you ever.
The door creaks open, rusty hinges giving away any intruder with a loud sound. The gross studio apartment is small; one bed in the corner of the room, three counters next to a stove and fridge, a tiny table where you shared dinners, a bathroom, and a small thrifted couch.
You donât even notice Eddieâs sluggish form on the bed as you untie your laces and settle your suitcase. The long weekend away visiting your parents gave you the rest that you didn't realize you needed. They worried for you everyday. They thought you moved too fast with Eddie- too enamored by the big dreams and nice smile.
âEddie the record store we used to go to got the coolest things in this weekend you should go with me next timeâŠâ Your voice trails off when you finally meet his body.
The room is too warm. Eddie is sweating under your gaze. The drugs all sit on the bedside table. Baggies open, lines have smeared on the old wood. An open can of whateverâs cheapest accompanies the pills.
The space around the bed is filthy. You could tell more than a few guests were over while you were away.
Eddieâs disgruntled at best. His shirt has a small vomit stain, hair is greasy, and his skin is pale. He was still your Eddie though. He looked just like you remember him to always be- the same boy from highschool with the biggest dreams.
The sight of him makes your chest cave in.
Eddieâs sniffles brake you out of your reverie. âOh! Itâs ok Ed! We can fix this.â
Youâre rushing to his side ready to aid him in any way but he flinches away from you. The movement startles you. Dropping to your knees in front of him you search for his eyes.
âItâll all be ok Edâs. We can fix this. We can call my friend from the hospital again.â Youâre naive to the situation, maybe too scared to actually absorb the weight of it. Eddie had gone too far this time. He didnât need his girlfriend doting on him with a wet wash cloth. He needed real help.
âI cant do this anymore,â Eddie whispers. His hands shook on his lap. His favorite rings long gone from how much heâs slimmed down.
You shake your head staring at him. âI hear you. We will go down to the hospital right now, Iâll call Wayne to meet us.â
Youâre on your feet in seconds. Eddie can hear you finding a duffle to fill with overnight essentials. He lets you have a moment, one optimistic moment. The moment doesn't last long enough.
âNo,â he croaks out. He canât even look at you.
âNo?â Youâre looking at him. His collarbones are visible. Had it always been this bad? Were you this oblivious to what was happening in front of you?
âY/N I canât do this anymore with you.â
You feel as if you heard him incorrectly. The room getting smaller, your lungs getting tighter. Maybe youâre dreaming? Maybe youâre the one on drugs?
âEddie I donât think Iâm understanding you.â Youâre slow to walk back over to him. Kneeling once again with his knees in your face.
âI cant keep doing this to you. You-you donât need this,â he spits out. A spark of anger ignites in you.
âYou donât get to decide that," you softly scoff.
âI doâŠthis is about me and what I want. I want to get better and I want you to live a better life without me dragging you down.â Despite the nature of the situation, youâve never heard a more cohesive and honest statement from Eddie like this before.
âSo what? Youâre breaking up with me?â Your nose goes hot, it tingles. The back of your throat goes tight.
âI have to. Please donât be mad,â heâs begging you. His eyes finally meet yours, red ablaze and teary.
Thereâs a silence. All you can hear are his deep breaths and your sniffles. Somehow your world was crashing down around you and you're the one who made the sacrifices to be here.
âIâve already called WayneâŠheâs on the way to get me. Told me he was able to get me a spot at that rehabilitation center.â
You fake a smile while shuffling back from him. The carpet is rough against the palms of your hands as you push yourself off of the ground. Your apartment felt smaller than it was.
This was all too much. For the past five years Eddie engulfed your life. You moved to a new city for him, took care of bills while he tried to make it with his music. You watched him get high and then hit his lows. You did everything for him. If you could sacrifice everything in your life for him, you would.
âIâm so sorry Y/N. Please donât be upset at me. Iâm so sorry for this.â Heâs blubbering now. You cant help but feel bad for him- maybe it was a force of habit. He seemed like a child who just scraped their knee on the pavement.
Eddie wants to reach for you but he doesnât. He thinks a hard end will make the pain less hurtful.
âItâs ok Eddie. I donât understand it right now butâŠIâd do anything for you,â you pause, âif this feels right for you, so be it.â It was always about Eddie for you. Eddie couldn't watch the way that you tried to smile with quivering lips. With shaking hands you re-tie your shoe laces and grab your suitcase. There's a slight hesitation before you grab the door.
"I'll always be here for you Eddie."
The door slamming shut behind you rings in Eddies ears. Vomit crawls up the back of the throat and not because of his shot immune system. You consumed Eddie's entire life more than drugs and he let you go.
You enabled Eddie without even knowing it and he couldn't let himself enable you any longer.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#Eddie munson angst#stranger things#eddie munson#Eddie munson fluff#stranger things au#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb
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stepsis + corruption kink? vanessa starts gentle then edges reader?
Ooo Iâve never written corruption kink ( atleast on purpose) so thisâll be fun!!! This is kinda like, soft curruption but it still works
StepSis!Vanessa X Reader. First time for everything.
It had only been a week since your mom had married William. You had gotten to know him better, but he was a quiet man, he never spoke much. His daughter, your new step-sister, she was rather different.
Vanessa Afton, her name was. She was taller than you, with that gorgeous blonde hair that youâd only see on models. She was a pleasure to talk to whenever she was over. But there you where, sitting in your old room at your parents house, you told your mom youâd stay for a bit to get to know Will better, but as of right now neither where in the house right now.
You scrolled through your phone, bored as hell, until you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You got up, and made your way downstairs, looking out the window to check who it was, Vanessa. You quickly opened the door, smiling softly.
â H-hey! Vanessa! Didnât expect you over. â
â wanted to drop by on the newlyweds, where are they? â
â oh uhm, there out shopping. You can come in though, if youâd like. Iâm sure theyâll be home soon. â
You opened the door wider for her, welcoming her in. She kicked her shoes off at the door, and graciously waltzed in. You shut the door behind her, sitting besides her on the couch, only a few inches away, you could feel your stomach twisting almost instantly.
â s-soâŠhowâs policing been? Anything good..? â
â itâs been good. Ya know, one minute your putting some drunk dude in a cell, next your handing out parking tickets. Always something. â
You chuckled quietly, staring down at your feet. Something about her made you warm, fuzzy, made you want something more than just a casual conversation.
â Are you alright Y/N? Youâre looking kinda redâŠâ
Vanessa asked softly, feeling your forehead with the back of your palm. You practically squirmed in your seat, god what were you doing? Attracted to your stepsister?
â I-Iâm fine itâs just..warm in hereâŠâ
â Y/NâŠare you sure youâre ok? â
She held your face with her palm, her green eyes staring into yours. You couldnât speak, you were too stunned by her, how she held you. All you wanted to do at this point was kiss her, pull her ontop of you and let her have her way with you.
â i-iâŠ.Vanessa I justâŠ.i canât be around youâŠâ
â why? Y/N whatâs wrongâŠIâm worriedâŠâ
â y-your so..beautiful and gorgeousâŠ.i-iâŠâ
You stood up quickly, holding the bottom of your shirt in fisted up bunches. You couldnât bring yourself to look at her, but you knew she was worried.
â Y-you should stay down here till our parents come back, Iâll be in my room. â
â Y/N wait- â
You quickly walked upstaires, your eyes only focused on the ground. This was stupid, how could you let that slip up, sheâd hate you now.
You slammed the door behind you, imeadiatly sitting against it. You were acting like a baby, like a child. You shouldnât grow up and get over your stupid feelings but you let them consume you, let them make you feel these ways over your own Stepsister. Itâs not like she was your sister sister, but it still felt just as bad.
â Y/NâŠcan we talk..? â
It was Vanessa, her voice was hushed, she was trying not to freak you out again. She knocked, and you sighed, getting up and slowly opening the door, just enough to stick your head out.
â I-Iâm sorry..â
â no, donât be. Will you explain whatâs wrong, and we can talk this out. â
You opened the door more, Vanessa leaned against the doorway, giving you a soft comforting look. You squeezed your own hand, you were in it now, nothing else you could do.
â e-ever sense weâŠfirst metâŠI..I justâŠsomething happens in me around youâŠ.y-youâre just so pretty and s-smartâŠbut youâre also my sister s-so Iâve gotta grow up and stop thisâŠâ
ââŠyou like me, huh? â
You only nodded, you couldnât make yourself look at her. You felt her gentle hand pull your face to face her, her eyes gently gazing into yours.
â you hate meâŠthink Iâm weirdâŠâ
â noâŠi thinkâŠâ
Vanessa moved her hands down to your side, pressing her forehead against yours.
â I think youâre charming, and kind, and beautifulâŠandâŠI like you too..â
She pulled you into her, and kissed you gently. You blushed profusely, akwardly chuckling as she pulled back.
â N-nessy I- â
â you can keep a secret, can you? â
â yeah..â
Vanessa moved her hands lower, as they gently grazed your rear, and dragging them back up to your sides.
â then why canât we just keep this our secretâŠ? â
â a-are you sure though..? I donât wannaâŠmake you uncomfortable..â
â Iâve had eyes on you sense we meetâŠI just didnât know you did tooâŠplease..â
You smile gently and nod, pulling her in and kissing her again, longer this time. Vanessa stepped into your room, keeping you against her as she kicked the door close. She held your face as you kissed, letting her tongues press against eachothers.
â O-oh VanessaâŠâ
â are you a virgin, sweetheart? â
You felt yourself grow warm again at her question and nodded. Vanessa snickered, holding your face.
â use your words baby. â
â I-i amâŠIâm still a virginâŠâ
She smirked, pushing you onto the bed. You sat on the edge, your legs instinctively spread. Vanessa sat next to you, kissing you as she worked her hands up your clothes thighs.
â N-nessyâŠâ
â shhâŠbreaking a virgins the fun part of all relationshipsâŠbesidesâŠthereâs a first for everything. Even fucking my stepsister. â
â youâve done it before?âŠt-the virginity thingâŠâ
â a really old fling. Donât worryâŠIâve got youâŠâ
Vanessa gently stripped you of your pants and undergarments, leaving your lower half bare. You were already soaked as she gently traced your folds, you gripped the bedsheets as she pulled you into a gentle kiss.
â youâll be good right? Keep quiet incase they come home? â
â y-yes nessaâŠâ
â good girlâŠâ
She gently slid her middle finger into you, holding your hand with her open hand. She would get into a steady rhythm, moving it in and out gently to get you used to her. You let out small quiet moans, trying your best not to show how ruined you already were becoming.
â is that good? Feel good Y/N? â
â F-feelsâŠfeels sâgood. Oh v-VanessaâŠâ
She slowly gave you another finger, giving you gentle kisses down your neck. You moaned louder, biting your lip to desperately try and appease her.
â doing so goodâŠtaking my fingers so wellâŠâ
â I-i wanna be goodâŠGood for you VanessaâŠâ
She chuckled, pressing a thumb against your clot and rubbing it gently. You threw your head back, moaning into the open air, eventually Vanessa pulled out, focusing only on your clit.
â N-nessy noâŠg-go backâŠâ
â youâve waited for me for this longâŠyou can wait a little longer. Youâll still cum baby, donât worry~ â
She pulled you into her, kissing your neck gently. Her fingers ran through your hair, making you whimper slightly. She was all over you, owning you like a pretty pup.
â N-nessy pleaseâŠoh Iâm so close. â
â a bit longer Y/N. I wanna make it feel good for youâŠcmon..why donât you tell me some pretty little fantasyâs youâve had about me. Thereâs no way you havenât with how youâre acting. â
You burried yourself into her shoulder with her words. She wouldnât stop unless you said something, and the build was destroying you.
â I-IâŠI fucked my hand the other nightâŠthinking it was you taking me from behindâŠu-using meâŠnessyâŠâ
â awwâŠI bet youâd love that huh? Just a little more Y/N. â
She slammed back into you, this time with three fingers, and using her open hand to cover your mouth. You could hear your parents pulling in from your room, as you tried to have Vanessa get off.
â no your not. Youâll get to cum, just a little longer baby come onâŠâ
â Y/N? Vanessa, you two up here? â
Vanessa cleared her throat before responding to your mother.
â Yes Mrs. L/N!! Y/N is just showing me something, weâll be down in a few! â
She went back to you, fucking your throat with two fingers to keep you silent. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and with one finally kiss to your neck, she relaxed you.
â go on baby, cum for me. Cum for me and be the pretty girl I know you can be. â
You would have screamed in pleasure if you could, but you choked yourself down on Vanessa fingers, groaning as you rode your high out.
â shh..shhâŠso good for meâŠbreath honey..â
She removed her fingers from your mouth and hole, letting you lean against her. You felt warm and fuzzy, you wanted to have her hold you all day.
â so..do i get to take you out for dinner tonight Y/N?â
â y-yeahâŠyou canâŠâ
Vanessa kissed your forehead, and helped you back into your pants. She stood you up and helped you settle onto your feet.
â I love you v-VanessaâŠâ
â shhâŠI love you tooâŠyou ok? â
You hugged her tightly, nuzzling into her one more time, before standing back up, opening the door and walking out.
â Iâm ok. Better than I could be. â
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Should have known better - a wolfstar short fic
Written for the prompt: Forget by @wolfstarmicrofic Sometimes a supposed-to-be microfic ends up ~ 1500 words. Sue međ€·ââïž Warnings: Alcohol, miscommunication
Remus should have known better, he really should. But here he was, unwillingly waking up to painfully sharp sunbeams and jarring whispers. Judging from the conversation none of them were feeling their best. No one else seemed to have a bed that refused to stop spinning, though.
âYou ok, Moony?â
Sirius' gentle voice warmed him, but Remus didnât answer. Chances were, if he had tried it had only been a whimper.
The curtains opened and Remus caught a glimpse of Sirius' ever-flawless black hair. He curled up and covered himself entirely with the blanket. Sirius of anyone could not see him like this.
âWant to join us for breakfast?â
âNo.â
âWant me to bring something for you?â
âNo, thanks.â
Remus should have known better than to have accepted that glass from Sirius' hand last night. He had been dizzy already from spending the night looking wistfully at Sirius and drinking butterbeer after butterbeer to avoid the dancefloor. But Sirius had smiled at him with that smile and looked at him with those eyes and he hadnât stood a chance. He remembers the taste herby, slightly bitter and strong. He would have known it was something Sirius had mixed, even if he hadn't told him.
After that things had been going downhill fast. He remembered actually getting on the dancefloor, something he never thought he would dare to do. He remembered people swirling around him. Or was it he who had been swirling? He remembered being on the floor, crawling on all fours. He remembered leaning against a wall. He remembered Sirius had come to sit beside him, at least for a while. He couldnât quite recall what he had been saying, but Sirius had looked at him, talked to him, laughed at him, and shook his head at him. His face had been so beautiful. So enchanting in the mess of moving people and blinking lights.
With the others gone for breakfast, Remus drifted off into an uneasy sleep. When he woke up again, he was feeling a little bit better. He didnât dare try eating yet, but unsteadily got up, washed off, brushed his teeth, and put on some clean clothes. He went back to bed and picked up a book, but soon put it down again. His head hurt just from reading. It really was that bad.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear the others stomping up the stairs and speaking loudly. There was the usual shoulder buffing, bragging, and bickering. Remus kept the curtains open, listening. He wouldnât be able to sleep anyway. Against his will, he felt himself smile as he saw James mimicking the silly dance Peter made up yesterday. Sirius sarcastically praised what an excellent dancer James had become as the night moved on, namely tipping over a table in his deed.
âYou seem to have cheered up,â James smiled as Remus let out a quiet laugh. âHow much of the evening do you even remember?â
âDid I tip over a table too?â
Considering how much he had to drink nothing would surprise him. Truth was the end of the evening was rather blurry.
âNot that I reckon.â
The words didnât comfort Remus at all as James just grinned bigger. Something ought to have happened. Peter also turned to him with great interest.
âRemember who you danced with?â
âEh⊠Mary at the charade game, if that counts. Lily in the beginning.â
âAnd after that?â
âI donât know.â
Remus felt his heart pound. He didnât know. Had he made a complete fool of himself? Probably.
âStop it, guys.â Sirius came to Remus' rescue, as always.
âNo, no.â James continued regardless, âWho did you kiss?â
Kiss? He had kissed someone? All he could muster as an answer was a shaking head and an open mouth.
âYou kissed Sirius.â Peter made a show of falling on his bed laughing. James joined in.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
âOh. Shit. Sorry! Iâm so sorry! It was just⊠I was drunk.â
Sirius suddenly sprung to his feet and slammed the door, leaving the room quiet behind him.
Remus covered his face with his hands. This was worse than heâd imagined. A complete fool â yes. And a lovesick idiot who couldnât hide his feelings. His unreciprocated, unnatural feelings for a friend.
He couldnât let this happen. He couldnât let this friendship be over like this. It was the most important part of his life. Not having even a shard of a plan, he rose and ran after Sirius.
Luckily Remus knew Sirius' habits. He found him in the owlery, where he sometimes went when upset. Sirius didnât turn when Remus approached, just let out a big sigh.
âLeave me alone.â
âPadfoot, please.â
âI canât⊠I⊠Just not right now.â
âPlease let me explain. Iâm sorry.â
Sirius clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. âI just wished you were anything else than sorry!â
âI - What?â
Sirius swiftly turned around, facing Remus.
âI am sorry. I shouldnât have taken advantage of you. I know how drunk you were. But⊠you seemed to enjoy it. And I thought it was a good opportunity to try â that if you didnât want to it would be easy to dismiss as a drunken mistake. Only⊠when you actually did, it hurt way more than I thought it would.â
Suddenly Remus felt dizzy again. The world was upside down. Because even the idea of him rejecting Sirius did not exist in this world. It was so absurd it couldnât be happening.
âDo you mean that you wanted me to kiss you?â
âI know I shouldnât have even considered it. I shouldnât have ââ
âI never meant to hurt you! Please, let me kiss you now.â
âJust stop! Donât you dare pity-kiss me! Iâve learned my lesson. Iâll move on.â
As angry as he was, with eyes glaring and jaw tight, Remus didnât miss the pain lining his voice.
âPlease, Siriusâ, he whispered softly, âplease come here and let me make this right.â
Sirius stood unmoving. Lips slightly parted. Eyes searching Remus for some explanation, though he thought he just said it as clearly as he could.
Remus stepped closer, slowly, giving him time to withdraw if this wasn't the moment that he hoped it would be. If anything, Sirius shifted an inch closer.
Remus put a hand on Sirius' cheek, softly brushing his black curls behind his ear. Even slower, he leaned forward, closing his eyes, and let his lips touch the corner of Sirius' mouth. The air of a quick exhale tickled Remus' lips and he felt Sirius' hands on his back, pulling him closer. Their lips pressed against each other, still soft and tentative, until Sirius' hand found its way to Remus' neck and Sirius let out a moan that asked for more.
Remus just oh so willingly gave him more. He let his tongue lick Sirius' lips, which immediately parted. He sucked in his upper lip, then let his tongue swirl around in Sirius' mouth, then sucked Sirius' tung that was suddenly in his own.
They broke away both gasping for air.
"I don't understand how I could forget anything like this." Remus breathed.
"It wasn't quite like this. This is much better."
"Then I'm counting this as the first time."
"As long as it's not the last." There was a vulnerability to Sirius' voice that Remus had never heard before. A desperate plea he felt a violent urge to answer.
Remus secured Sirius' body against himself with one arm on his back and one on his thighs. He lifted him up to sit on the long wooden bench that ran round the walls of the owlery. With one hand on each side of him, he pressed Sirius to the wall in a kiss. Sirius' hands were in his hair, and Sirius' heels were on the back of his thighs, pressing him even closer. It was wild. It was all he had dreamt it would be and more.
Remus felt a hand slip inside his shirt, moving up and down his back. He was just about to do the same when he heard a gasp behind him and spun around. A wide-eyed first year with a piece of parchment in his hand stuttered:
"S-sorry, I w-was just going to send a letter."
Remus smiled, too in love to be embarrassed. Sirius also looked amused, though his cheeks were flushing pink.
"Maybe we can find a better place?" Remus suggested and held out a hand. Sirius took it and jumped down from the bench.
Sirius' hand already under his shirt again before they reached the stairs told him the speechless first year was probably not the only innocent bystander they were going to intimidate before the day was over.
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Ok ok so you do nsfw, perfect, happy to meet so many horny people just like me. So idk is there a chance I could ask for A fic or headcanons (whatever you prefer) of facesiting with Cedric?đ
IDK HE STRIKES ME AS THE KIND OF GUY THAT WOULD ENJOY THIS AND I SEE NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT.
Take as much time as you need. I hope you have a wonderfull dayâ€ïž
(sorry if there is any gramer or spelling errors. English is not my first lenguage)
Also im not yet confident with you knowing my account, and this propably not the last time i would request something from you so for now refer to me as
-đ anon
Hello, đ!! Thank you sm for the request and LET ME TELL YOU. CEDRIC IS SUCH A GIVER IN BED FACE SITTING WOULD BE HIS BREAD AND BUTTER I DECLARE IT!! Also, this fic will be written from an AFAB perspective, so references to that type of genitalia/nudity will be used.
Edit: this ask has been rotting in my drafts since forever, I don't think I'll finish it because I lost motivation for it, and im so sorry anon. I figure it's better to give you what I have versus never answering at all, so I hope this can give you a little bit of happiness.
Just A Taste, Darling
Warnings: Make out session and it gets slightly smutty
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Laying on the plush mattress beneath, your eyes are fixed on reddish bruised lips from an intense make out session, and a hungry amber stare obscured by locks of silver and ebony. Your hand traces the curve of the sorcerer's cheek for a moment, relishing the flushed and soft skin.
Cedric hums deep in his throat, leaning into your palm. He kisses it, once, twice, before you feel the warmth of his hand covering yours. Smiling, you reciprocate with your lips, tracing a line of chaste kisses down the bridge of his nose.
"You're driving me mad, love..." Cedric huffs in desire, his breath warm against your face.
"You hardly seem mad to me, Cedric." You tease him with a playful grin, chuckling when he rolls his eyes.
"You know what I meant-"
"Yes, I know." You reassure him, taking his lips again for another kiss.
Cedric's breath caught in his throat, thrown off by the unexpected display of affection. However, his shock ebbs away once his own desire for you rises once again. Cedric takes quick control of the kiss, pressing his lips and his body flush against you, a maddening need to eliminate every inch of negative space separating you from himself. He groans into your mouth from his own frustration- kissing you only added fuel to the fire of need rapidly consuming him; it did naught to quell it.
Cedric's hands slide up the sides of your arms, the rough texture of his gloves sending shivers up your exposed flesh. You sigh, parting your lips and Cedric followed, his tongue joining yours. Sparks of arousal flickered deep in your belly from the contact, breathing in his herbal scent and tasting him through the exchange of more open mouthed, passionate kisses. Wrapping your arm around his neck, your hand buried itself into his scalp, tugging the hair gently to further tease the sorcerer.
Cedric shifts his weight on top of you, engulfing you with his lithe frame. A few breathy hums of need come from his throat, edged on by your fingers roaming in his hair and trailing down his neck. The sound of it couldn't help but make your heart race, as well as turn you on even further. Cedric returns the gesture by finding your pulse beneath his lips, kissing down the hollow of your neck and leaving love bites that got rougher and more desperate the lower he went.
"Cedric..." You whined, feeling that familiar ache for more starting to blur your thoughts together.
#cedric the sensational#cedric the sorcerer#cedricthesorceror#cedric the sorcerer x reader#spicy fic#enjoy this im so sorry it ends on a cliffhanger LMAO
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