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darkeyessdarkheart · 4 months ago

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Good Luck, Babe

warnings: language, implied smut, 18+

pairing: rhea ripley x fem!reader

word count: 3,291

Alright y’all. Bare with me lmao. I haven’t written in years and I’ve been working 12 hr shifts so I can’t promise it’s my best. But here you are for the 8 people who wanted this! lmao. Any feedback or requests would be great! :)

It was a successful post-Wrestlemania celebration in Philly that night. You and some fellow superstars had heard of a local club and decided to continue your celebrations there after the press conference. Music blared throughout the club causing you to feel as if even your feet were vibrating through your heels. You and Bayley were on the dance floor laughing at your sad attempts at dancing. You’d only had a couple of drinks and were just a little tipsy. “Y/N what are you doing?! You look like you’re seizing!” Bayley leaned in to try to exclaim in your ear.

“It’s not my fault! The only dancing I’m good at involves grinding!” You chuckle back at her. She shakes her head taking another swig of her cocktail before looking back at you, eyes glazed over. “I mean, by all means, if it makes it better than that you can dance on me all you want.”

Bayley and you joked back and forth like this sometimes but your relationship was always platonic. You decided to take her up on her offer, taking your free hand and grabbing her free one as well. Pulling her hand up into the air you spun yourself around and began to seductively sway to the music pushing your back closer to her. “Whoo! Yeah girl, damn I didn’t know you could get down like that!” She exclaims as you rock your hips back and forth while also slowly moving down her body and then back up, making sure to push your butt into her. You both laugh as you continue before suddenly seeing a figure coming to loom over you.

“Hey! Mind if I steal your partner there for a bit?!” You hear the voice and recognize it as the New World Heavyweight Champion. You had known for a bit that Damian had a little crush on you. You’d catch him staring at you during rehearsals and at morning gym sessions. He’d always try to spark conversation with you and would even occasionally join in on your workouts if you were working the same area. Somehow he’d always end up “showing you a better way” or form to do an exercise in what felt like an excuse just to touch you. As if you weren’t a professional athlete with years of experience working out. But you didn’t mind, Damian was a nice and attractive guy after all. “She’s all yours champ!” Bayley said before walking away, being sure to look back at you and suggestively raise her eyebrows.

“You did awesome tonight! How’s it feel to finally be champion?” You leaned in to ask him. “Feels almost as great as you look.” He flirts letting his eyes roam up and down your body in your tight-fitting dress. You reach out to playfully push him laughing, “You’re stupid. Thanks though, you look good too.” You smile up at him. Amid your conversation, you can’t help but look over to the bar behind you and see two piercing blue eyes staring right at you. Rhea.

You and Rhea joined NXT around the same time and immediately clicked. You bonded over your nerdy video game tastes, love of horror movies and animals, and her vast intent on exposing you to heavy metal music. You two became best friends and an even better tag team. You even held the former NXT Women’s Tag Team Championships together for a run. However, it all changed one night after Rhea won her first North American NXT Women’s Championship.

You were in your dressing room screaming at the TV like a maniac. “Come on Rhea!” You yelled watching Rhea getting hit on the top rope. In the last second, she reversed the move hitting Shayna with the riptide from the second turnbuckle and pinning her for the title. You bolted from your dressing room to the gorilla, and down to the ring. You threw your arms around her squeezing her tighter than ever before as the announcer declared her victory. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!!” You pulled back smiling at her and practically jumping up and down. You went to hold her arm up in the air but instead, she scooped you up with her one free arm, causing you to wrap your legs around her waist. You laughed in surprise but just smiled right back at her, staring into her baby blue eyes. The crowd erupted as she held the title up in the air with her other arm all while holding you to her.

You made it back to the gorilla waiting for your chance for another hug once the crowd of individuals that had gathered to congratulate her had dispersed. “I still can’t believe it.” She stated almost breathlessly, still slightly panting as she stared at the gold on her arm. “Thank you for coming out to the ring. You know I love celebrating with you.” She smiled at you. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, I love you so much.” You threw your arms around her neck and pulled her into an embrace. Only this time when you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but stop at a certain point. Your arms remained locked behind her neck and her hands remained steady at the small of your back and waist. You didn’t know what came over you, you leaned in and kissed her.

She must’ve been as surprised as you were judging by her slight jump. The second you felt it you immediately wanted to pull away and apologize, not even understanding why you did what you’d done. The thoughts were squashed instantaneously by the feeling of her kissing you back. It was like no other, the way your lips molded together, the way you moved in perfect synchrony with each other, how soft and perfect her lips felt. The first tender kiss slowly turned into more as you felt her tongue piercing run softly across your lower lip as she tried to gain access to your mouth. You couldn’t help but accept, allowing the kiss to become deeper and passionate. Your tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths with every movement. The moment came to an end all too soon when you both heard footsteps approaching and jumped apart.

Rhea was quickly busy with another superstar coming up to congratulate her. You used this as your excuse to bolt back to your dressing room. You slammed the door leaning your back against it, panting from pure adrenaline. What did you just do?! Rhea was your best friend for fuck’s sake. You had only ever been in relationships with men your entire life. You thought you’d had good experiences with guys, but that kiss. That was incomparable. You’d never felt such passion and dare you admit it, desire in just a kiss. Had you not been interrupted you were unsure how far you would’ve been willing to take that situation. You shook your head putting your head in your hands, not knowing what was wrong with you. Of course, you loved Rhea, how could you not? She’s gorgeous, funny, caring, and you have so many memories together. But did you love her? Or were you just caught up in the moment?

Surely, after all this time you would’ve known if you were into her, right? Your brain was running 100 miles a minute, completely unsure of what to think or do next. The only clear thought you had was you had to get away. You changed out of your ring gear faster than ever, changed into a baggy hoodie and sweats, pulling your hood over your head in an attempt to hide yourself. You grabbed your bag and headed out to your car and drove home.

Rhea blew up your phone that night trying to call you, text you, facetime you, hell she was even emailing you. You couldn’t bear to hear her voice and own up to what you had done. You were deleting her first at least 100 texts quickly, trying to not even read them. Only seeing glimpses of certain ones as you did so.

Rhea🖤: Y/N, what the hell?

Rhea🖤: Where are you??

Rhea🖤: We need to talk!

Rhea🖤: Call me back now.

Rhea🖤: This isn’t funny Y/N.

Rhea🖤: Answer the damn phone!

Rhea🖤: If you don’t answer, I swear to god I’m gonna bloody lose it Y/N.

You couldn’t even comprehend the idea of speaking to her in any shape or form in this state. Eventually, you decided to block her phone number. You told yourself it would be temporary, just until you were able to clear your mind. To understand why you did this and what your feelings truly were for your best friend. However days passed, you managed to successfully avoid her at shows despite hearing the gossip of her adamantly looking for you backstage at every single one.

Your call up from Smackdown couldn’t have come at a better time. You decided this promotion was the perfect opportunity to extend your sabbatical with Ripley. You’d figure it out eventually, you told yourself.

Present

You and Rhea hadn’t properly spoken in a very long time. In what seemed like divine intervention to you, you always ended up on the opposing show. Only having to be around one another at certain pay per views throughout the years. However, thanks to avoidance and always making sure at least one other superstar was in the room with you, you never managed to be fully alone with Rhea. You were polite of course, casual, but you never allowed the conversation to get too intense before ditching. In the instances you were around one another you’d feel her doing what she was doing now. Eyeing you down, as if she was trying to read you. Trying to understand why you were so willing to throw away everything you had together. All just because you refused to admit your true feelings.

You felt your breath catch your throat but tried to instantly regain your composure, looking back up at Priest. “You wanted to dance, let’s dance!” You squeal at him causing him to chuckle at you. You begin to dance together but all the while all you can feel is what feels like lasers beaming right at your face. Rhea was at the bar with Bianca and Jade, ordering another round and talking amongst themselves. However, Rhea wasn't remotely interested. She was captivated by you.

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

You forced yourself to turn around not wanting to feel her eyes directly on your face. Continuing to sway to the music you push your back around Priest, seductively grinding on him. Closing your eyes you tried to distract yourself from the thoughts of wishing you were dancing like this on the woman across the room. You knew at this point what you wanted but it felt as if it had been too long. Not to mention the thought still petrified you. The idea of further ruining the perfect friendship you’d tossed aside. All because you were a coward.

And guess I’m the fool

Finally, you turn back around, planning on telling Damian you were too drunk and should head back to your hotel. Even though you knew you were fine. As you did so you noticed her beginning to head into the crowd, beeling straight to you and Priest. Oh God. Your heart began to race and your stomach felt as if it had dropped to your ass. Your mind was running through every possible scenario to try to get out of this oncoming shit storm. You did the first comprehensive thing that came to your mind, standing up on your tiptoes in your heels, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his lips down onto yours. Damian immediately accepted, holding your face in his large hands as you moved your lips together.

The black haired Australian stopped in her tracks as she saw what you were doing.

You can kiss 100 boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You were trying to put your all into the kiss. Anything to try to show Rhea you weren’t interested in her. It felt as if you were trying to put on some elaborate performance but you couldn’t stop yourself. You had your hands on top of his then began to grab his shirt, pulling him as close to you as possible. Priest put his hands on top of yours pulling back, “Woah Y/N, I think you’ve had a bit too much muñeca. I’d love to, but not like this.”

All while Damian is gently “letting you down” she finally reaches you, breaking out into a toothy grin. “Hey mate, Y/N, you doing okay? You don’t look so great.” She feigns concern looking you up and down but you know each other too well. You’d spent more than a couple nights out together and she knew your tolerance was way higher than you were portraying. “I’m fine.” You answer quickly, almost too quickly. Damian looks at both of you assessing the situation, clearly unsure of what to do. No matter what else you tried to look at around the room you kept somehow locking eyes with her again. Those light blue orbs taking your breath away every time. “Rhea, you mind helping get Y/N back? You don’t mind right, Y/N?”

Before you can even protest, she interrupts. “Of course mate. I’ll text you when I get her in. Have fun tonight champ!” She grabs your wrist and starts leading you out of the club, shouting at Priest over her shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing?!” You’re trying to pull out of her grip but are unsuccessful each time. She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes pointed towards the exit of the club.

At the last second, she turns, leading you towards the hallway where the bathrooms were. “Rhea, seriously let me go! What are you doing?!” You attempt to exclaim once but she continues to ignore you, just dragging you along.

You reach the bathroom and she opens the door dragging you inside. You look around expecting a multi-stall facility but instead find yourself in a very tight space with the woman you’ve avoided for so long.

“The better question is, what are you doing Y/N?” She turns around finally making eye contact with you again. Your eyes dart once again trying to avoid the intensity. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say as your eyes finally settle on a particular piece of graffiti on the wall in front of you. “Yes, you do. You’ve dodged me for years. You don’t want to be around me, fine. But really? You’re gonna try to act like you’re something you’re not?” She shakes her head, her eyes squinting as she looks you up and down as if she was trying to piece you back together in her mind.

“You’re being ridiculous. If Priest wants to pursue me, why shouldn’t I let him?” You cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to subconsciously put a barrier between you and her.

You can say it’s just the way you are

Make another excuse, another stupid reason

“This isn’t what you want, Y/N.” Rhea grabs your chin forcing you to look at her. Your heart is pounding so hard it feels as if it could burst out of you at any moment. You felt a lump in your throat as hard as a stone. The cold feeling of her rings touching your skin would normally make you jump but they felt amazing against your now blazing red skin.

“You may tell yourself that kiss never happened. Bloody hell, you probably have to tell yourself that every day. I bet you think about it all the time.” You felt as if she was rubbing your biggest mistake in your face. You go to smack her hand away, “Stop it, Rhea, it was years ago. I was in the moment and I overstepped. It meant noth-“

She cuts you off, taking you by surprise by pushing herself up against you against the wall, her hands next to both sides of your head. You can’t help the audible small gasp that leaves your mouth. “Tell me you don’t want this.” She whispers as she inches her face towards yours. You gulp.

Good luck, babe.

Well, good luck, babe.

She takes one of her hands and grips your jaw forcing you to look at her. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

You inhale deeply through your nose. Your body was covered in goosebumps yet somehow still felt like it was on fire. Feeling her strong body up against yours was causing your mind to blank. You couldn’t think of anything besides the feeling of her chest moving against yours with each deep breath you took.

In that moment you felt your once strong front begin to dissipate. “Rhea, I-“ You try to start but the ball in your throat causes your voice to catch. You look up at the ceiling feeling tears prickling at your eyes. “I do want you. I want you more than anything.” The tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you continue.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.” You whisper to yourself. Seeing your tears Rhea backed up slightly, taking one hand and gently wiping at some of the tears. “You’re not an idiot baby.” She softly spoke, leaving her hand to rest on your cheek.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I-“ You open your mouth inhaling deeply then exhaling, trying to stop crying. “I did.”

“Why couldn’t you tell me Y/N? We’d been close for so long. Nothing could and would ever ruin what we have. As friends or, as more.” She enunciates the last part, her Aussie accent thick.

You shake your head, wishing you had a reasonable answer for her. “I don’t know.”

She sighs, pulling you to her in a tight embrace. You exhale, wrapping your arms around her. She holds the back of your head stroking your hair softly. Of course, she’d remember. That was always something she’d do for you whenever you were stressed or upset.

“I missed you so fucking much.” You whisper, squeezing her as tight as you possibly could inhaling her familiar scent.

You’re the first to pull away but remain still, keeping her close. Rhea looks down at you wiping the last remaining tears away. Only now do you notice the tear stains where makeup once was on her face.

Despite the messy makeup, disheveled hair, and groggy voices from crying you couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous she looked.

“Rhea?” You ask softly. “Y/N?” She responds looking into your eyes.

“You’re right. I haven’t stopped thinking about this.” You sigh, shaking your head slightly then grabbing her face in your hands and smashing your lips together. It was as if no time had passed.

The same fire and passion from the first kiss immediately reignited. She reached around your body, holding your lower back and gripping your ass with the other. You moaned softly at the feeling allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth.

You reached your hands out grabbing every part of her that you could reach. From her long black hair, to her waist using her metal chain belt to pull her even closer.

She pulls away and you almost whine. “Come on you, we’re going to the hotel. I’m gonna show what else I’ve been thinking about since that kiss.”

#rhea ripley x you #rhea ripley oneshot #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley fanfic #rhea

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holylulusworld · 8 months ago

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Every Breath You Take (2)

Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.

Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Bucky x Alpine (platonic)

Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, bitchy boss, secret admirer trope, voyeurism, violence, threats

A/N: We start slowly to get to know them and their backstory. In this part, we will get to know Y/N better.

A/N2: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader

Catch up here: Every Breath You take (1)

Every Breath You Take Masterlist

Bucky smirks when the man raises his hands in surrender. He tried to be a good man, but he couldn’t let anyone hurt you. This man threatened to fire you and called you a dumb bimbo.

“What have I done to you?” Your boss begs while facing a beyond angry super-soldier. “Who are you? What do you want?”

Bucky tilts his head and smirks behind his stocking mask. “You know what you did.” He growls and points the tip of his knife at the man’s chest. “The question is, do you regret your sins?”

“Sins?” He nervously shifts from one foot to the other. Your boss glances around his office, wondering if he can make it past his attacker and through the door. “I don’t know what you are talking about! Do you want money? I can pay you.”

“Money?” Bucky snorts. “People like you believe they get away with everything only because they are wealthy. I won’t let you get away with your sins. If you ever hurt her again, I’ll cut you open.”

Your boss is shaking in fear. His legs are about to give when Bucky wraps his metal hand around your boss’s throat.

Bucky slams him into the wall and leans closer to inhale the fear waving off your boss’s body deeply. He presses the tip of his favorite knife into your boss’s chest, a warning to not mess with him.

“If you ever even look at her the wrong way, I’ll come back and finish what I started today,” Bucky whispers in your boss’s ear. “Y/N Y/L/N is off limits. You hurt her, I hurt you. You yell at her; I’ll make your ears bleed. You touch her…well you don’t want to know what happens if you ever put your hands on my girl.”

“Y/N?” Your boss splutters. “She … I didn’t … it was …a misunderstanding. I was stressed and maybe I lost my countenance…I’m sorry. It will never happen again.”

“Good.”

Bucky drops his hand from your boss’s throat. He steps away and looks at the man messing with you up and down. “Don’t make me come back.”

“I won’t,” your boss sniffs. He tugs at his now wet pants, ashamed that Bucky scared him so much that he wet himself.

“If you tell her about tonight, you will die. Y/N can never know,” Bucky points his knife at your boss. “This is your first and final warning.”

Before your boss can reply, Bucky is gone. Like a shadow, or a nightmare you wake from. Your boss sinks to his knees and starts to cry.

“Morning,” you chirp as you walk inside the building. You greet the receptionist and smile as they wave back. “How are you today, Rodney?”

Rodney and you fall into an easy conversation. You giggle at something he said but freeze when your boss walks toward you and Rodney. He looks a little pale this morning and you wonder if he’s sick.

“Good morning,” your boss nods at you and forces a smile on his face. He clears his throat and drops his gaze. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior over the last weeks. I was stressed, but this is no excuse for what I said.”

“Oh, I—” You’re taken aback by your boss's sudden change in demeanor. What has gotten into him? This is so unlike him, and you wonder what caused his behavioral changes. “I…I should head to my desk. Have a good day.”

“You accept my apologies, right?” He wrings his hands and pleadingly looks at you. Maybe someone reported him to HR, and he is trying to make amends now. “Please, I need to hear it.”

“We all make mistakes sometimes,” you hastily reply. “I accept your apologies, Sir. It was very nice of you to admit your mistake. Again, have a good day.”

You walk away to start the day. There is no time to analyze your boss’s behavior. Whatever made him change, it must’ve been traumatic. He looked scared when he looked at you.

Bucky smiles. “She looks happier today, Alpine,” he explains to his cat. “I think her boss got the message and apologized. Good for him. I’d hate to pay him another visit and to bring more knives.”

Alpine looks up at his owner and meows loudly. “I know,” Bucky sighs and pats the cat’s head. “I didn’t like hurting that man. Though, it had to be done. He would’ve hurt our girl again. I had to stop him.”

While you snuggle into your favorite blanket and switch the TV on, Bucky leans back in his armchair and sighs happily. The cameras he installed in your home make things so much easier for him.

He can watch you in every room via the monitors hanging on his walls. Well, in almost every room. James Buchanan Barnes is not a creep. He didn’t install a camera in your bathroom.

“Do you think we should send her some flowers?” He wonders. “Or is it too soon?” Bucky rubs his chin. “No. Flowers are nice. She’ll be over the moon knowing that there is someone out there, admiring her beauty and grace.”

Alpine stretches and purrs. He presses his paws into Bucky’s thighs before lying back down. “Food was good, huh?” Bucky looks down at his cat. The white furball purrs loudly. “Your belly is full, and now we can watch our girl.”

You yawn. It’s getting late, but you are too tired to get up from the sofa. Rolling to your side you decide to sleep on your couch.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you snuggle into your favorite pillow. Sleep consumes you soon after, and you dream of a more interesting life than the one you are living at the moment.

The annoying sound of your alarm wakes you from your dream. You blink your eyes open and sigh. Just one more day and then it’s weekend.

As you sit up on your bed you frown. Last night you fell asleep on your couch. You’re sure you didn’t get up and walk inside your bedroom.

But here you are, tugged in bed and there is even a glass of water on your nightstand. You usually forget to put a glass on the nightstand, and you didn’t set the alarm last night either.

How can this be? Did you sleepwalk? Maybe you were so tired you forgot that you went to bed last night.

You shrug. It’s time to get up and start a new day. There is no time to waste to find out how you got into your bed last night…

Part 3

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #x reader #tw: stalking #Every Breath You take (2)#bucky x reader

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boomboom-tanjiro2019 · 4 months ago

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Easy

PT. 1 EX! READER X EX! ACE

Description: Angst but also ridiculous-extra stupid-shit. Reader does some wrong but so will Ace. HAPPY ENDING (No one dies and everyone gets what they need in the end) MODERN AU!!

WORD COUNT: 3680

Prologue

“And you are sure you are getting the promotion today?” Nami raised an eyebrow over to you.

You roll your eyes, “Psh… Nami, you realize who I am right? Cecil adores me, and we already know she’s going to retire. I think she’s calling me in the office because she’s retiring even earlier than accepted, I mean, she’s old as shit.”

“Ugh… she lectured me on how girls her age didn’t wear skirts as short as mine when they were my age… it was below my knee, Y/N. AND I’m not even in the marketing department, I’m in finance, why was she even concerned about me?!”

“Well… when I am Chief of Marketing to take her place, I will instead encourage you to wear sexy outfits, Nami.” You wink exaggeratedly.

Nami smiles and shakes her head, “Flattering, but HR might not find that as entertaining as we do.”

“Oh yeah that’s not good.” You pause and fake sigh, “Our love will have to be hidden.”

Nami sheds a fake tear, “We are like the platonic Romeo and Juliet… you know… without the death… and pedophilia…”

“A shame I think it would add drama and spice … the death part- not the pedophilia, obviously.” You sigh and place a hand on Nami’s shoulder, “We are unintentionally HR’s worst nightmare I think.”

She shrugs, “Jinbei will understand.”

You stop at a large entrance with two tall engraved wooden doors with shiny golden knobs, a small white and black houndstooth placemat in front of the door, looking out of place compared to the modern marble floor, white walls, and bold furniture and paintings along the rest of the hallway. You had felt the peculiar feeling of walking through those doors a million times before, it was like time traveling back 50 years. How Cecil, a woman who had seen the dinosaurs and who did not bear the resolve to advance her views further than the 1700s became Chief of MARKETING for a RESORT company? Well nobody was exactly sure, by all means it made no sense. Cecil liked you because you sucked up to her, but made sure the company still advanced by undermining just about every request she had. In fact you were sure if Cecil were left to her own devices, Sabo and the folks in the law department would be drowning in lawsuits.

You turn back to Nami one last time, “My outfit look modest enough?”

Nami nodded, “I can’t wait for you to be able to wear clothes that fit. I’ve seen your actual closet…” She raked your body up and down, making sure to focus on the bland gray and horrid shoes. “...This is a crime in comparison.

“Great. Wish me luck.” You raise up your hand for a high five, to which Nami immediately reciprocates, before stomping off in her purple skirt and blouse with beautiful jewelry that might have given Cecil a heart attack had she seen it.

You knock on the door, “Chief Brookes?”

“Come in!” Her scraggly voice calls out.

You open the door and step through, careful to shut the door and resist walking down the horrifically long, green brown rug Cecil used to guide a pathway to her desk.

“Ah. Y/N.” She gives a smile. Though she was around 68, she looked more to be in her mid-fifties. Absolutely gorgeous woman with a smile that makes you feel safe. That is, until she cuts into you with jabs about your work and overall appearance. Not only that, but so terrible at her job that higher management has been waiting for her to retire. They have come to the conclusion that waiting for her to either kick it or retire in an eccentric manner is better than having to fire her. “My favorite protege.”

Only protege. No part of Cecil Brooke’s favor towards you was accidental. Though part of you had to admire Cecil’s spite and lack of tact. Your admiration might be deeper had she actually been good at her job. “Hello Mrs. Brookes.” You carefully walk up to her desk with a polite smile.

She smiles wider, “You know I’d rather you call me Cecil.” She lies. She enjoys the hierarchy culture. “Sit sit!”

You carefully pull out the chair and sit down. Making a show of laying your hands down in your lap gently, a stark contrast from the person your team has seen these last few years, “Can I ask what you called me in for?"

Cecil nods and her expression hardens. She grabs a tissue box from across her desk and places it in between you two. “Just in case…”

Good sign.

“I called you in here because… very tragically and very suddenly… I have decided to cut my career short.”

‘If she considers that short, I can only grieve for her husband’s self esteem.’

“What?” You make a point of furrowing your eyebrows, “With all due respect-“ which is none. “-You can’t just quit when the company needs you so desperately.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in. You must be shocked.”

“I’m flabbergasted.”

“It’s tragic, truly.”

“Truly” you nod, slowly shifting your expression from false outrage, to false disbelief, to false sadness.

“Don’t worry.” She reaches her hand over yours, “I will still be here for 4 weeks. I will teach you everything you need to know…”

‘Even better sign.’

“I am… heavily considering recommending you to take on my position.”

You gasp, “Mrs. Brookes! I couldn’t-“

“You can.” She smiles, “With my guidance over the next few weeks, I believe I can teach you my ways. I will be testing you along the way though. It won’t be easy.”

‘Anything is easier than trying to make our marketing department mediocre at best with you rejecting all of our ideas.‘

“I understand. I am honored to be in your thoughts…”

She puts her hand over her heart, “You just remind me of myself so much.” She sighs, “Well then… I guess that’s it. I will follow up with you later.” She shakes your hand.

You say your goodbyes and walk down the vomit inducing carpet. It would be the first thing to go.

“Y/N? One more thing for tomorrow.”

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You stand near the entrance of one of the interview rooms on the first floor. The one HR usually uses for interviews. Today, it was your interview room, along with Cecil’s if she ever decided to show up. The possible employee would be there in 20 minutes, 10 if they decide to be smart and come off as a try hard. Cecil’s favorite breed of person.

“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out. Sabo. Team 5 leader in the law department, brother of two significant people in your life. Luffy and your ex boyfriend. Though it’s apparent your ex refrained from giving details of the relationship’s end by Sabo’s continued comfortability and friendship with you, though this day it didn’t seem so. “What are… you doing here?” He gives a strained toothy smile.

“Waiting for Cecil so we can start this interview.”

“Right… but… wouldn’t the… team manager the position is under be doing the interview?” He stays smiling, though it gets more and more unsettling as he whips his head around, “Isn’t it supposed to be Yamato doing the interview? Where is heeee?” He laughs in a rather scared manner.

“Change of plans. New employee is under my team until further notice.” You raise an eyebrow at him, “Why?”

“…No reason.” Sabo squeaks out, “Bye now!” Just like that, he is turning the corner on his heel as fast as he can. You hear a thud at one point followed by a curse but you try to ignore it.

Cecil appears from around the corner, dressed like a neon Cruella De’Vil. Her makeup masking her natural olden beauty with a clown color palette. She gives you a curt nod and unlocks the door, expecting you to follow along with her actions wordlessly and fluently. Thank goodness after years of staring her down to copy her mannerisms, this comes easy. You both sit next to each other in the room as Cecil decides to speak her first word of the day, “I will finish my section, then you will speak your peace. I will give you a 50% say in this. Since the new graphic artist will be under your team. Your first test is managing a new employee on top of the new marketi-“ something something something.

You just nod and smile until she is interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a muffled sound sounding like Sabo’s voice saying ‘you can just open it’ whoever it is decided that this is a great idea and finally turns the knob. You glance down at the paper you realize you have yet to read any of or review at all. Drinking with your girls out of excitement took up valuable time. You hear the sudden stop of steps as you stay glued to the page, determined to at least scan over the resume-

Portgas D. Ace: Grand Line Resort, Graphic Artist job application.

No. No. No. You look up to meet the face you’ve avoided for a good 5 years. Chocolate brown eyes, splatters of freckles, muscled physique, bronze skin…

You can’t read his mind but if you could you are sure it would be the same thought as yours.

Fuck.

———-

“Fuck” A man you assume is Luffy’s brother says as he stares at you. Frozen like a deer in headlights.

He was coming out of the bathroom. Quickly going to grab a towel from the hallway closet in the flat he shared with his brothers. How was he supposed to know one of Luffy’s… hot friends would be here? The one he would eye across the one class he had with you during a professor’s boring lecture?

Your eyes unintentionally drift down as you try to comprehend what you are seeing. You quickly regret it. Your eyes dart up and you try to forget what you’ve already seen.

You two make eye contact for a few seconds before he, still wide eyed, closes the door while you dart down the hallway. You aren’t going to forget that first impression anytime soon.

————

You remember your first legitimate sight of Ace, a memory that is not helping you in this situation at all. A different memory seems to be playing in Ace’s head by the look on his face as he takes in your appearance. Looking for changes maybe.

Ace shakes Cecil’s hand casually, but falters when he reaches you. What is he going to do? Pretend like he doesn’t know you?

“Good afternoon. I’m Ace, last name is Portgas.” He smiles at you but you can read in between the lines. He is as unprepared as you are.

Though Ace is smiling and behaving semi-normal despite the situation, you are sure your body language and facial expressions convey your true thoughts. You sit there still as a brick as Cecil gestures for him to take a seat.

He doesn’t look at you. Cecil introduces you at one point but his eyes look almost past you. Cecil doesn’t seem to notice anything off about his demeanor, but you do. He runs his fingers through his hair one to many times, his blinking is way too fast, he leans forward too much, and the arm closest to you isn’t on the table like the other one is. Details you aren’t sure how you remember.

Questions go by, when answering Cecil’s questions he turns to your direction but his eyes stare right past you as he answers. As soon as he turns to you his breathing quickens, his hand clenches and his shoulders tense. All things you notice before he turns back to Cecil to make eye contact with her.

Cecil coughs and turns her head in your direction. You know what for, though you’d rather be anywhere but here. You cross your fingers and hope you and Cecil don’t have the same questions since you were not at all paying attention.

“So, Mr. Portgas, how did you hear about this job?” You tilt your head curiously.

He takes a breath as soon as you speak your first word. He looks like he’s holding onto every word as you speak. “My brother works here… he recommended this position because I have an art major.”

You nod. Sabo must’ve been shaken because of you interviewing and having Ace in your team, “Impressive. And what can you bring to the position?” You squint your eyes skeptically

Ace freezes, “I believe…” he loosens his tie nervously.

You glance at Cecil, who is taking note of his behavior. Cutthroat bitch. Part of you is internally celebrating at the prospect of Ace not being a potential employee, but the other half is begging him to get it together.

“I can bring a new and innovative point of view to the team. Though this is my first legitimate office job and that can be a challenge to adjust to… but I’m not worn down from the job or stuck to the old way of doing things because of it.” It’s a decent answer, though Cecil doesn’t seem to appreciate his response.

You can see Ace is overthinking his answer in his mind, though his proud smirk says otherwise. He wants this done as soon as possible. Quite frankly, so do you. “That’s it for me. Thank you.” You say as quickly as possible.

Ace mumbles, “Thank you.”

Cecil didn’t seem too impressed with that either.

…That’s a good thing, yeah?

Cecil’s lips purse as she stares back at him, “Here at Hiraeth Resort, though our other departments may embrace new innovation, I have been sure to play our cards safely by using the same technique all these years. I’m afraid this might not be what you are looking for out of a job.”

Ace’s eyebrows furrow at her response, quickly scanning over your face, searching for something, a reaction to her words. The disbelief that you had confined yourself to a job like this etched across his features. His eyes linger on the bland gray and the jewelry metal that differed from your usual. You told him to never buy jewelry in that color, “I assure you I will do a great job no matter what your focus is.”

“...” Cecil analyzes his response before waving her hand, “That is it for me, we will get back to you at some point. I’m sure somebody appreciates the time you spent in this interview.”

That one stung.

You see Ace’s jaw clench and his features narrow before he sighs, “Thank you for your time Mrs. Brookes and… Ms. L/N.” He sends you a look of deep rooted betrayal masked by a layer of professionalism and longing. You aren’t sure which part of it is worse.

He reaches for a handshake from Cecil, which she does not reciprocate. He hesitantly reaches out for yours, hand shaky. He starts to pull back after a second, but you reach out to meet his hand. The handshake is brief, but the shiver the contact brings you is downright embarrassing.

As soon as that door shuts, Cecil turns to you, “Absolutely not.”

“...Why?” You should probably just nod and agree like you would with anyone else, no matter how qualified you believed they were. Something stops you.

She almost laughs, “He’s a disaster, sure some of his responses were decent… but a new point of view? Creativity? His job is to draw designs for the company mascot and posters! Look at this portfolio. ¼ of it is tattoo designs.”

“Everyone starts somewhere. He has a ton of job experience, it’s not all tattoo designs. He’s done posters and logos for restaurants and other businesses.”

“Ah yes, because a former firefighter will be very helpful in this job field.” She reads off the job list on Ace’s resume.

Hot. “It shows determination and sacrifice.” And it’s hot.

“I just don’t think he’s a good fit for the company.”

You fiddle with your rings, a color you despise, but it is Cecil’s preferred metal. “He has potential, I believe.”

She turns towards you, disbelief in her eyes, “You’re really for this guy?”

If she finds out about you two having dated, a clear conflict of interest, your chances at that promotion fly away.

You slowly nod, “I think he could be helped.”

Cecil scowls before sighing, “4 week paid internship, at the end of my time here, I will decide if he gets the job or not. You are in charge of shaping him to my standards.”

Your breath hitches. 4 weeks of constant… Ace? Nightmare, horrible idea.

“...Yes ma’am. I will not disappoint you.”

She grabs her pen and writes something down, “You best not, your job future is riding on the line as well. Dismissed.”

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Nami waves you down frantically as you are headed to the local coffee shop after work, a distressed Sabo and Koala next to her.

Nami gestures for you to sit down, which you reluctantly comply with, death staring at all three of them while they give you nervous smiles.

“You all knew?” You ask.

They nod.

“So did everyone else…” Sabo cringes, “But we didn’t think he was going to be under your team… so…”

“Right…”

“Listen… We know the situation is.. Rocky… but Ace needs the job… and there has been a lot going on for him. He got fired from the fire station after breaking Teach’s arm because he insulted pops.” Koala adds

Thank god he didn’t put the fire station as a reference.

“So far one person is for his hiring and the other wants him as far away from her and her department as possible.” You comment.

You immediately are met with a mix of pleading, disappointment and very subtle… threats? The last from Sabo, mainly.

“Guys.”

They continue. “GUYS!” Their attention finally is on you, “I am for hiring Ace, it’s Cecil who is against it”

Nami pauses and looks up at you, “...That checks out… actually.”

“I may not want Ace to be in proximity to me, but I won’t deny him a job. He has 4 weeks of a paid internship before Cecil decides if he gets a permanent job or not. Believe it or not, I defended Ace, no matter how-” You sigh, “... He is.”

—-------------------------

Sabo opens the door to Ace’s apartment, watching for a moment as pots and pans are roughly dropped on the counter as Ace stomps from fridge to cabinet to counter. “What.” Ace roughly lets out, not making eye contact with Sabo.

“...How’d the interview go…?” He awkwardly smiles. Ace whips his head up and scowls, the expression on his face giving all answers, “Right…”

Ace exhales deeply, “As soon as I saw her there I just knew… Why would you even let me go if you knew before that it was happening? Life just adores me, clearly. We break up, then I finally find some peace with my firefighting job, now that’s over and I come face to face with her. Waiting for her judgment, jobless, unworthy like some pathetic…! Ugh…” He rubs his temples, “I didn’t even read the email, I don’t want to deal with it. I should’ve just stayed at the tattoo shop, but I need to make enough to travel and… Jesus.”

Sabo stays silent before quietly glancing at Ace’s computer, pictures of your instagram open. He gives a wide-eyed stare back at Ace, who closes it and tosses it on his couch. Sabo ignores it and continues his thought, “Y/N defended you. Cecil despised you, but she says that you are being given a 4 week paid internship. Cecil- Mrs. Brookes- will decide at the end of it whether you actually get the job…” He gives a smile and a shrug, “Do with that information what you will.”

—--------------------------

Reason One to hate Portgas D. Ace:

He’s uncooperative

You point the camera back at the tall tan man across from you, trying to forget you have seen this aggravating man naked on your first meeting, “You realize we are doing this interview for you guys’ sakes right? All freshman basketball players this year. You’re on the starting lineup, so people are actually looking at you. And all the answers you have given me are inadequate.”

Ace leans back in his chair with a sigh, “I don’t see the point, really. I’m not trying to go to the NBA or anything.”

“Why?” You say, intrigued.

“...I don’t know?”

You throw your hands up, “Oh. My. God!”

“Why are you doing this anyway? Shouldn’t some sports journalism majors be doing this?”

“They all got caught using Chegg on their assignments and sharing answers in a group chat, so now me and some other Marketing students with a journalism minor have to do it.”

“...Oh.”

You groan, “Let’s try this again, why don’t you want to do basketball after college?”

Ace inhales, “...I don’t know… I guess… I mean… I like it, but I mostly do it because of the people on the team. Also it’s too much publicity… worrying about stepping on people’s toes and shit. Doing it professionally just seems… wrong… I don’t really know what I want to do with my life that I’d be good enough at…”

You turn off the camera, it didn’t seem like the type of response that should be recorded. For a split second, there was no camera, there was no mini microphone you had attached to his shirt. There was no 5 foot distance between the couch he was sitting on, his posture now up straight. It was just… you and this guy. Granted it was a guy you had first “met” when he was naked coming out of his bathroom, but still. Just you. Just you and ‘Ace’ “...It’s freshman year, you still have some time.” You shrug.

“...Yeah…”

You shake your head and turn on the camera again, “Uhh… now for the other questions.”

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fatkish · 9 months ago

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Heyyy

Idk if you have request rules, but i was wondering id you could write a father Aizawa (platonic obviously) in which hr got called by his daughter's school becase she got involved in a fight with a group of bullies.

Like she got tired of seeing the bullies do whatever they wanted so she confront them and it ended up in a bad fight.

So how he arrives school and she has a bad bruise in her face but then she explains him everything.

Thanks :)

Aizawa x Daughter Reader: Fight

Reader is Eri’s age so let’s say 7-8 ish.

Reader goes to school with Eri and is in the same class as her. Reader sees Eri as her adoptive little sister and is very protective of her.

Reader is Aizawa’s biological daughter. She was made by Giraki in a test tube using Aizawa’s DNA as well as others. Reader was found with the league and after getting separated from them in Kamino, the heroes caught her and her past was revealed. Aizawa decided that since he would take her in due to (being ordered by the police and HPSC) her being his daughter.

Reader absolutely loves him and has a slightly off sense of justice. She’s always saying that her daddy is super strong as she refers to his biceps. She wants to be just like her dad.

When Eri started to go to school with (y/n), Eri was super shy and had a hard enough time communicating and getting over her shyness, it didn’t help when the bullies turned their attention towards her

The reader isn’t someone who lets other’s hurt the people they care about. They’ll fight for others but not themselves.

One day, the reader noticed the bullies picking on Eri and the reader used her quirk (it’s erasure just like Aizawa) to intimidate the bullies and uses her scary aura to make them leave.

This had gone on for quite some time, Eri and reader didn’t want to tell Aizawa because they both know how tired he is and they didn’t want to add more to his plate.

The bullies would make fun of Eri’s horn, call her names, insult her and their dads, (Aizawa and Present Mic, since Mic has dropped the girls off and picked them up some assume that Mic and Aizawa are the girl’s dads) they’ll harass Eri and pull her hair, use their quirks on her when adults aren’t looking and recently they started messing with Eri’s stuff, ruining her books and stealing her lunch or dumping it

Reader had had enough after a few months and decided that these bullies were villains.

The reader got in a fist fight with the bullies leading to the bullies (one with a black eye, one lost a few baby teeth, and the third sprained their wrist) to be relatively unscathed with only a couple scraps and bruises. The reader was less lucky and had lost a few teeth, broke two fingers, had a few nasty cuts and one really deep one, a black eye and various bruises and scratches and a very minor concussion from falling and hitting her head

When Aizawa got the call he wasn’t expecting to see his daughter in the condition she was in. He asked Eri what happened since reader was unconscious

When Eri told Aizawa what happened he immediately asked why they didn’t tell him anything. When Aizawa learned that the girls didn’t want to add any stress to his life by telling him, he told Eri that she should have told him and that finding out this way is much more stressful than them telling him.

Needless to say, Dadzawa gave the teachers, principal, and the bullies parents a stern talking to.

When reader woke up after Recovery Girl healed her injuries, Aizawa had a talk with her. He told he that he was proud of her standing up for Eri, but that she’s still going to be punished since she threw the first punch. He told her that violence doesn’t solve anything but that she should have told him earlier to avoid this

After that, Aizawa gave the reader a hug and that night, Eri and reader got to have their favorite foods for dessert and dinner

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navstuffs · 9 months ago

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hi!! i really love your writing and i would love if you could feed me with a request (only if you're comfortable with it, ofc) 👉🏼👈🏼 what about a leon x reader where reader is passing through a very tough depressive crisis and is really not fine mentally speaking — and leon just try to help and comfort them through this? 👉🏼👈🏼

anyway, thank you for your fics, they really helped me these days 😭💗

Anchor

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNPartner!Reader

Summary: It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn't be there and you shouldn't have opened it.

Warning tags: hurt/comfort, angst, leon almost died, reader is suffering with anxiety due to past events, can be read as platonic or romantic (you choose)

Writer's Notes: hello! first of all, im sorry i took so long to write this request for you. i changed some stuff and i hope you don't mind (reader is still depressed). thank you so much your kind words and i hope this fic serves as comfort for you!! <333 stay safe anon!

for more painful leon's fics, check my masterlist. i have some happy ones too :)

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. It is the third time that week only, the fifth of the month.

It starts when you don’t appear at work after two weeks since his return, and no one knows where you are. HR informs you are sick, which means you are still alive somewhere in the world, just sick. Okay, but sick with what? Sick how? Are you in the hospital? Do you need any help? Leon knows you don’t have family around, like him, and you are pretty much alone - like him.

So, as any regular worried friend would, he calls and texts. He wants to hear your voice and guarantee that you don’t need help and have everything you need. That you truly are okay. No answer. HR has guaranteed him you are not dead, but what if you—no, he shouldn’t think about that.

The next step is going to your house. He knows where your address is and wouldn’t be a complete weird appearing there in the afternoon. No answer. Leon won’t be a creep as far as looking at your windows, at least not yet. He won’t go as far as busting your door and checking how you are feeling because he needs to confirm you are okay. You might just not be home.

On the second visit, Leon got awfully close to kicking your door. Before he could do that or even knock, he saw a shadow pass over the window. Though Leon told himself he wouldn’t, he looked inside just in time to see you disappear to the second floor. So, at least you are really alive, Leon’s body filling with relief. It could have been a bad case of flu, and you don’t want to contaminate anyone.

One more week passes, and he visits your house two more times. Those times you didn’t even bother to hide yourself, lazily lying down on the sofa in a way Leon couldn’t see your face (oh yeah, now he is definitely peeking out your windows). So you are genuinely ignoring him or truly sick with some contagious disease. Maybe Covid?

The fifth time he knocks on your door, it is 1 am and Leon is deeply not only worried but bitter. He was sitting in his apartment alone, wondering what you had and why you didn’t open the door for him. You two are colleagues, and Leon would dare to go as far as to call you his friend if anyone asked. How many times have you brought him soup while he was sick? Brought him meds, kept him company? Checked on him until he was finally all better?

It would be only fair if he did the same.

Leon grabs his keys without even thinking: You will open the door for him tonight. And if you don’t, well, he will kick it open. To hell with the civil approach.

-x-

All the courage slips away from his body when he notices the kitchen’s light on. Leon can’t see anything inside since you decided to make his life harder and close the curtains. So, instead of kicking that door until it’s down, Leon goes back to the gentle approach (like the idiot he is): he knocks.

The door opens not even ten seconds later, and Leon blinks, surprised. You are there. You, not a trick of his eyes: a fluffy and long blanket covering your body, only your face peeking with a familiar expression Leon recognizes immediately - he had seen in his own mirror before.

“You won. What the fuck do you want?” Those are the first words to him in weeks.

“May I come in?”

You ponder for a moment, your eyes red, and Leon wonders when you last slept. You walk away, leaving the door open, and Leon follows inside, locking the door behind him.

Your house isn’t in the best state. He had been here before and thought you weren’t the most organized person (“I can find myself in my own mess, Leon.”). The mess had grown too much from normal. There were tons of take-out boxes on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes, and fast food bags. At least you had been eating—not the best food ever, but feeding. He could work with that.

And the bottles—oh, those Leon would identify anywhere. You weren’t a heavy drinker, and you mentioned plenty of times you didn’t know how he liked whiskey. Now, there were countless empty bottles of whiskey, beer, and vodka, so much so that the place looked like a bunch of frat boys had a party just the night before and didn’t bother to clean.

Leon follows you to the living room as you fall onto the couch. An old Simpsons episode plays on the TV screen. There are still some bags and bottles on the floor, but fewer. Your eyes focus on the TV, not really watching or paying attention to him. Leon stands there, keeping a safe distance from you and gathering what to say.

“I came to check on you.” Leon starts, his eyes glued on you. “You haven’t called or texted me back. The HR said-”

“I am sick. I wanted to be left alone.”

“I know, but-”

“I could complain about this to HR, you know? It could be considered an invasion of privacy, and you could lose your job. “

“I was worried about you.”

“You saw me in the window that day, didn’t you? I’m alive and breathing. Now get out.”

You hide your face in the sofa, conversation clearly done on your side. It feels like an impossible battle to win. Leon then tries again, “Do you need anything?”

“No. Get out.”

He sighs, turning on his heels. Leon wants to say you can call if you need him, any time, but Leon knows you wouldn't. This is an impossible battle to win, Leon realizes as he starts to leave. But then he freezes, a memory piercing his thoughts. Leon comes back to the living room, your face still hidden.

“No.”

“What?”

“I am not leaving. Not before I know what is wrong.”

“I am sick.”

“Yes. So I have heard.”

You don’t turn to look at him, and that’s fine. If you want to be stubborn, so could he. Leon can wait. The episode on the TV finally ends, and as the familiar opening plays in the background, you slowly turn in his direction, one eye appearing first, then the other, as if expecting Leon would be gone by now. Unlucky for you, Leon S. Kennedy didn’t give up that easily, especially for his friends.

“I don’t know what you are feeling, but I know that face.” His voice manages to sound neutral.

Of course, he does. Of course, your partner, the legendary D.S.O veteran, would know. You, just a newbie, would have no idea what he went through, but Leon didn’t seem the kind of person to crumble for anything. Leon would probably be fine if you were the one to get shot, not him. He wouldn’t have panicked, he wouldn’t have started crying, screaming for someone to help them, losing themselves in a sea of despair and pain.

“Hey…”

Blood. So much blood in your hands. You are useless, you can’t help him as Leon’s face loses color-

“Hey.”

He deserved someone better—someone much better as a partner—not you, a weak agent who thought you were strong enough to stand by his side. Oh, how wrong you were.

Leon calls your name, more urgent this time, and your line of sight is filled with the face of the man you considered your friend right at your path—concerned blue eyes, his hair tickling against your face. His forehead is in concentration, the faint ghost of a beard, as he speaks soothingly. “Hey, look at me. You are safe. Deep breaths, come on.”

The visions mix as you blink: Leon losing blood in your arms, unconscious, back to being safe, his worried eyes staring at you.

Your rapid breathing noise fills the room, your heart wanting to burst as the pain spreads over your body, the pain worse than being stabbed or punched. You keep your eyes on Leon - he is fine, he is safe, he is well, he is worried sick about you- as he continues to nod and tell you to breathe.

It takes a while, Leon’s hands on your shoulder as you finally calm down, the tears rolling freely from your eyes.

“I am sorry.” You manage to whisper. “I am so sorry.”

“You are safe. We both are safe.” Leon declares, and you take that in. Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow? What about-? “Hey, eyes open at me.” When had you even closed them? “Come on. There is no one else, just you and me. And we are safe.”

You nod, not arguing back. Finally, you sit down, and Leon takes two steps back. “Water?”

“I think there are some in the fridge,” you reply, cleaning your tears. Leon leaves and quickly comes back with two bottles, unbottling them for you. You shake your head, but Leon insists, and you drink in small sips, the cold liquid refreshing your dry throat. When was the last time you had any water? Or took a shower? Or slept?

Finally, you give him space on the couch to sit. Leon doesn’t, and you point your head to your side, and he sits, keeping a safe distance from you. You two say nothing for a while, simply looking at the TV to watch Bart Simpsons on his shenanigans.

“I am sorry.”

“Would you stop that?” Leon sighs back, frustrated.

“No. I am sorry.”

“Fine. I forgive you. Are we good now?”

“No.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Leon replies with a sad smile.

“You could have died, and I didn’t-” Leon says your name, but you continue “-let me finish. I didn’t help. I didn’t move. I did nothing.”

Leon didn’t want to talk about this, knowing it was inevitable. The day he took a bullet for you: not one, but two. Leon noticed before you, his reflexes quicker than yours. It was his responsibility anyway.

You only watched, shocked, as the bullet pierced his leg, then his chest. You didn’t move or flinch; you just froze, your hands closing and opening nervously as Leon fell right in front of you. You had been fortunate that the backup team had arrived on the other second, finding in the middle of the swarm of bullets a screaming you protecting Leon with his own body, all training thrown out of the window. You two should have been dead. Life had given you and him another chance, since no other vital organ or vein of Leon had been damaged.

You don’t remember much after except asking for your resignation that same day and getting a “No” as an answer. So you decided to get on sick leave until some higher-up got tired and fired you.

“I did nothing.” Leon tries to interrupt you again, but you continue, “You could have died, and I did nothing.”

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

“What? Of course, it would!”

“No, it would not.”

“Can you fucking stop trying to make me feel better?” Your tone is so angry, so vile, that Leon almost flinches.

Death is always in the back of his mind. Every time he is out there, he could die. He is expandable; they all are, but he couldn’t just let you die. You a much smarter version of what he once was during Raccoon City. The same bravery, but not foolish as his. Much sharper. Leon knew why he got paired up with you in the first place, the irony not completely lost in him.

It would have been fine if Leon died that day he protected you, but not okay if you did. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever.

“I can’t help it,” Leon replies, a sad smile on his lips. “I can’t help it, especially when a friend needs my help.”

A friend?

Do not grow attachments. Wasn’t that your first lesson? It had been hard to be paired up with a man who hated it at first, then to learn how to laugh at his silly jokes or admire how far Leon would go for anyone. For anyone, except himself, stupid brave man.

You open your mouth and close it, simply lying against the sofa with your eyes closed.

“So, let me help you?” His voice is warm and inviting.

It would be best if you said no. You should kick this man out of your living room, out of your life, and never go back to that stupid job fighting an endless battle that would end with you dead or someone you cherished dead. You don’t know how Leon does it, but as you open your eyes, his blue eyes look straight at you awaits in hope. Waiting to comfort you, support you to the best of his abilities, and be your friend.

The pain is still there, vivid in your soul and mind, but there is hope. Right there, in that tiny spot you gave Leon S. Kennedy. That’s why you shouldn’t have opened that damn door, you realize, but it is too late. You limit on nodding.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year ago

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they're-both-so-helpless

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Author’s Note: starting 2024 off w/ Kyojuro❣️ Began writing this while at work… winter makes for slow days when selling ice cream. 😆 Pt 2 coming ~soon aka prob within the next 24 hrs since my shift’s almost over lol.

emphasis-on-helpless, helplessly-in-love

Missing your boyfriend is tough… especially when he isn’t actually your boyfriend.

“He might as well be!” Mitsuri says whenever she’s with you, “I swear you check your phone at least twice as often ever since you became friends.” The tips of your ears warm, eyes glued to the newest Snap of Kyojuro’s cheerful face. “Will you at least show me?” Mitsuri huffs, head tilting to catch a glance, “Aww, he’s so cute!” “But he’s not my boyfriend,” you mutter, quickly snapping a blurry photo of your melting ice cream. Eyes gleaming, Mitsuri hums knowingly, slinging a giddy arm around you without another word. You silently thank her gesture of respecting your privacy—something your other friend, Shinobu, rarely does—hurriedly eating a spoonful of your dessert as he snaps back: You got ice cream without me?! ☹️ I fear I am mortally wounded. 💔 You appease him with a Snap of your own frown, promising him i’ll bring u next time 🥺🍦 pointedly ignoring Mitsuri’s smooching noises when Kyojuro fires back with It’s a date! 😁😋 Sooo maybe nobody respects your privacy.

You’ve never considered yourself shy, but you have resigned yourself to being perpetually friendzoned, a bit too person-next-door in a would-never-date-their-neighbor way rather than a person-next-door who also is-totally-down-to-date-their-handsome-neighbor way. Like puffing out your chest while walking on the sidewalk to convey confidence and get people out of your path, you’ve mastered the art of giving off don’t-fuck-with-me vibes — despite desperately wanting to fuck.

And therein lies the problem-not-actually-a-problem with one Rengoku Kyojuro. Also known as, Mitsuri’s favorite barista. Also known as, immediately flirted with you when Mitsuri finally took you to his cafe for brunch, writing his number on your cup and everything. Also known as, might not have been flirting with you and in fact was just being nice because he has yet to properly-not-jokingly ask you on a real-official-non-platonic date. You’ve survived a blustery autumn of pumpkin spice lattes and too many free muffins, persevered through a surprisingly snug winter of It’s my special recipe hot chocolates and ice skating with the gang (Mitsuri, Shinobu, Kyojuro, and his insufferable friend Tengen), and felt wistfully hopeful as spring came and went, having your voice compared to blossoming flowers and your smile to tender sunshine… only to dream alone, his contagious grin and addictingly cozy hugs lingering even as you woke with the sensation of tears in your eyes.

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“You should tell him how you feel!” Shinobu sighs, an exasperated, endeared sound as she watches you bemoan your adoration.

“Oh yeah, because he definitely feels the same after a year of literally zero signs!”

“He called your ice cream plans last week a date,” Mitsuri chimes in, rubbing your shoulders as she exchanges a they’re-both-so-helpless look with Shinobu.

“Platonically,” you shoot back, sagging into Mitsuri’s touch, “He’s so gentlemanly and sweet, I never know whether we’re flirting or he’s simply being polite! Friendly! A friend!”

“I repeat,” Shinobu deadpans, “Tell him how you feel.”

You pout, chewing on your upper lip as you mumble, “And if he doesn’t like me?”

“Nonsense!” Mitsuri declares brightly, squeezing you—Owww—a little too hard, “He doesn’t talk to anyone else like he talks to you.”

“I talk to you differently than I talk to Shinobu. Doesn’t mean anything,” you grumble.

“I’m trying to uplift you,” Mitsuri huffs, playfully pulling on your earlobe, “Trust us. Okay? He would absolutely date you if he knew you were interested in dating.”

“Since when have I said I’m not interested?!” you wail in dismay.

“You’ve never said you are interested,” Shinobu quips.

You scowl at her as she tosses a good natured pillow at you, Mitsuri clicking her tongue as you squish the pillow against your sternum, heart aching when your phone lights up Rengoku Kyojuro sent you a Snap • 🔥.

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #drabble #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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strawberrystepmom · 1 year ago

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malevolent enterprise ch. 2

ceo au series. sukuna and yuji are brothers. gojo x f!reader are endgame but this is backstory/lead up. reader has hair that can be swept off of their face. reader is a lawyer (ive taken creative liberties bc i am not a real lawyer so take it up with god if u find an issue) and has an established platonic relationship with sukuna and has an ex boyfriend that is an oc named shigeo. cw drug and alcohol mentions. wc 1.8k.

masterlist coming soon but in the meantime, ch. 1 can be found here

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune ♡

“Forgot I paid you to stand around, ---.”

Hearing Sukuna use a shortened version of your full name, you roll your eyes and pull your glasses off of your face, holding them between your thumb and index finger. Meeting his gaze with an indignant look of your own, you toss the pen you’re holding with your other hand down on the desk in front of you and groan in frustration.

You’re only standing in his office because you've been reviewing contract abstracts for hours and could use a break before your brain starts to turn to mush given his absolutely archaic NDA demands that would never be upheld in court.

“Am I not allowed to pace? Is that one of the workplace rules you’ve set we all have to follow, King Ryomen?”

He appreciates your sharp wit if nothing else so he chuckles, walking around you to plop down behind the heaviest and most ornate looking desk you’ve seen in a modern office.

Truly fit for a man who sees himself as a king.

“Can I make all of you start calling me that? Will HR have an issue?”

You scoff and shake your head.

“Yes. I have a funny feeling they would indeed take issue with you demanding your employees call you king.”

Placing your glasses back on the bridge of your nose, you sweep back a few tendrils of hair that have fallen in front of your face and sigh, raking your fingers through the top of your overgrown layers. You’ve been too busy lately to even get a trim, late nights spent at the revenge motivated Ryomen Enterprises preventing you from doing much but provide general counsel, as your position and official title state.

You left one incredibly oppressive job for another and you don’t quite regret hitching your wagon to Sukuna but you aren’t proud of it either, especially putting your own goal of having your own firm on hold to do it.

Leaving the Zen’in firm seemed intelligent three months ago after Naoya was named partner instead of you, the tireless hours you put into the blockbuster Miyamoto v. DTK, Inc. wrongful termination suit, the first of its kind in the country, meaning ultimately nothing when it comes to family ties and misogyny.

You handed your resignation to Naobito the next day who received it with a knowing smirk, glad to see one less bitch too big for her skirt suit step aside. Two months later Sukuna reached out to you and you assumed you’d be stupid to pass up a comfortable and lucrative in-house counsel position in a well funded company everyone had just started buzzing about.

It also helps that the founder of said company is someone you’ve known for long enough you have seen him shuffle through several life phases.

Needless to say the job hasn’t been what you expected it to be since saying yes though, sifting through a bankers box full of Manila envelopes, muttering aloud about all the shit you need to get done and the severe lack of hours in the day.

“The journalist hasn’t sent back her NDA yet,” you remark and he hums. He knows exactly the pretty little pink haired thing you’re mentioning and he smirks thinking about how easily he pulled her apart in a penthouse suite 8 blocks away a few nights ago but his attention is drawn back to the present when you slam a stack of papers in front of him.

“Your brother’s company doesn’t even have in-house counsel.”

Sukuna arches a brow, sitting back in his chair and slamming his feet on the desk. You don’t even jump, perhaps too used to his antics after only a couple months of working for him. It’s not like he was a stranger to start with, the senior you helped through your sophomore Contracts course remembering you fondly for your plucky demeanor and willingness to fight when necessary.

You simply remember him as a smooth talking asshole who charmed you into doing his coursework successfully but he signs your checks so you keep your assessments of his character to yourself as often as possible.

“How do you know what’s going on at Yuji’s company? Are you a mole?”

A snort is your response and you toss him a glance from over your glasses, one he knows means he’s treading in dangerous territory. Tossing down one of the near bursting envelopes in your hand, you pick up your phone and grimace at the text lighting up the screen.

Toge: maki wants 2 eat w u at some point this millennium - her words

Rolling your eyes, you text back and Sukuna watches with a grin, wondering what in the world could have you so irritated on your phone.

“That’s not Gojo is it?”

You scoff again and add nothing further, continuing to focus on your phone despite the second last message Toge sent you containing a link to a headline showing off the man just mentioned wining and dining a pretty dark haired woman across the world last night.

Quickly, you type a reply to Toge’s message to send the bubble with the news article further out of your periphery.

You: are you guys together? where are you?

“It’s my assistant reminding me to eat since I don’t get a spare second to do it working for you,” you finally remark, locking your phone with a wince.

You try to pretend you’re too good to be affected by the latest news of Satoru’s careless public hookups but you did lock yourself in the executive bathroom to cry at your own reflection for 45 minutes earlier so you opt for silence rather than digging the hole any deeper.

Why you care in the first place is beyond you, the two of you only ever orbiting around one another, no serious groundwork for anything beyond neutrality laid. You can’t help who you’re attracted to, though, and while there’s no use in lamenting that you’re nobody to the man you can at least sit down and dye your hair a shade darker to pretend he’d be interested next time you get the chance.

Sukuna pulls you out of the hole your mind is in, swinging back and forth in his chair, making it squeal with each quarter turn and further annoying you.

“When’s the last time you went out and did anything besides look at paperwork and smoke with the window cracked? You look like shit.”

The expression on your face is priceless, shifting to glare at your boss while he snickers to himself and shrugs, knuckles wrapped around his opposite bicep.

“Yuji’s party is the last time I went out.”

Well over a month ago. Sukuna whistles lowly, still shifting idly in his chair.

“I’m just saying maybe you need more than just a bite to eat to feel better. Text your ex or something, didn’t he just get surgery? He’s probably at home.”

The mention of Shigeo, baseball star, makes you exhale as loudly as possible and throw down another envelope. He’s the last person you want to hear about, given you broke his heart just over six months ago, admitting you didn’t see yourself marrying him when he asked about a shared future for the two of you. He’s sweet, he’s wonderful, he’s a good man but he isn’t your forever man and finally, anger makes your face flush and feel warm, your boss successfully making his way under your skin.

“Don’t you have illicit substances to snort out of someone’s asshole?” You look away and mutter under your breath, much to the amusement of the man watching each irritated step you take. “What are you even doing here anyway? It’s after hours.”

Sukuna takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward on his elbows, sucking his teeth. He isn’t sure why he’s here, actually. Perhaps he’s partied out and tired of hosting giggling girls with nothing better to do than hang on his every word or maybe he wants to look over his kingdom without prying eyes judging his every mood. Both of these are a little true but above all, part of him holds the tiniest bit of fondness for you. At least enough that he’s concerned you’re overworking yourself.

“Go out tonight. All this shit will be here tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll give you even more to deal with by the time the sun is up again.”

You sigh and look down at your phone, screen lighting up as another message from your personal assistant comes through.

Toge: den, just sat down. ordered you vodka soda.

“Fine but let your little pink princess know that if her NDA isn’t in by next week I’m going to sit there and watch you two fuck to make sure nothing gets out.”

Sukuna hums, brows raised.

“I always knew you were a freak.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles, standing up from his chair and letting it roll back far enough it bumps against the glass floor to ceiling window behind it. “You’re one of those girls who wears really sexy underwear but never lets anyone see them, right?”

Tucking documents into a box, you snarl. He’s not

flirting, he's making nasty observations as he is known to do. He has known you for long enough he feels extremely comfortable doing so and you can hardly argue with him. Who cares even if he is right? You’re a grown woman with a lucrative career and life, if you wanna wear 50,000 yen silk panties that’s your business.

“That’s more than enough out of you.” Another document tucked and you approach Sukuna, looking up at him with your mouth in a line. “I’ll be in by 10 tomorrow. Don’t fuck my night up.”

He nods, holding his hands up in a gesture of mild surrender.

“I’m serious about the NDA too. I’ll meet with her if you want but I won’t promise to be nice about it.”

Your boss scoffs but smirks.

“You’re always too nice, that's why you don’t have it yet but I’ll talk to her.”

Nodding, you acquiesce, uninterested in arguing while you tie your coat closed. Your phone lights up again and you look down at the message with a groan.

Toge: ice melting…👎🏻

“I mean it, Sukuna Itadori. I do not want to hear a single report of bad behavior in the morning.”

The only person allowed to still call him his family name is you and you turn on your heel, stilettos clacking across the marble floor with each step.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

His sly remark makes you toss another look over your shoulder while opening the office door but the buzz of your phone catches your attention instead.

Maki: If you aren’t here in 15 I’m dragging you out of that building myself.

Knowing she means it, you stiffen and rush to leave.

“No drama, Sukuna!”

You shout over your shoulder and he chuckles, opening his own phone and scrolling to the contact for the pretty little pink princess he hopes to have back between his jaws tonight.

#sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #malevolent enterprise

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sabo-has-my-heart · 7 months ago

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Heyy how are you Hope you're doing well and have some food and drink water you need it🫶

So about the request i was wondering if you would be able to make a modern au i am not really sure if you write modern au but if you don't want to make it modern au it's totally fine

It's a scenario with marco adopting a girl (maybe 10-11) who's tomboyish and making her his daughter and basically the whitebeard pirates being whitebeard company (if you write modern au) with pops as the ceo of course and them being a huge family. (I swear they are really family i want what they have💞)

i can imagine izo telling everyone you people can't handle a girl there need's to be a bit of feminine only for the girl to run away cause she found him intimidating but at the end they bond.

Also please can you include the ASL trio as if they are a part of the whitebeard family

I personally had this idea for so long and thought a lot about it that's why i want to see it come to life thank you so much for this chance🥹

Love ya

Hello my dear! So yes, I do write modern AUs, lol. Sorry I didn't get this out sooner, life has been... a pain. BUT! it's out! I hope it's alright, I had a hard time wrapping up the ending. In any case, enjoy!

Warnings: Platonic WBP x Reader, platonic ASL x reader, female!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Looking down at the little girl in front of him, Marco could feel his heart aching. He couldn’t imagine she was more than 10, 11 tops, but here she was, huddling under what little shelter she could find, trying to stay out of the rain. Walking in over to her, he held his umbrella out a little, covering her as well as he kneeled down. Looking up at him, e/c eyes looked up at him in curiosity and… was it… fear?

“What are you doing out here, little one? Surely you have somewhere you can go to escape the rain.” he asked softly, reaching out and placing his hand on her head. The little girl simply shook her head, looking down at the ground sadly. Marco’s expression twisted into a troubled one as he stared at her for a moment, “Come with me. I’ll get you out of this rain and get you something to eat, you look hungry.” Marco offered, holding his hand out for the little girl. She timidly looked down at his hand before looking up at him. He looked like a kind man, nothing like those who sought to kidnap her or hurt her. Tentatively, she took his hand, allowing him to lead her away.

That had been 4 months ago. After taking her to the office with him, she’d immediately stolen the hearts of all the divisions, though it was a toss up as to if HR loved her more or R&D. No, no, neither of those were correct. The ones who loved her most were Marco and the company’s owner, Edward ‘Whitebeard’ Newgate. It hadn’t taken a lot to adopt the girl, once she’d finally been willing enough to give them a name and her previous orphanage. None of them had known much about her, but it was clear that she was a little cautious, something that none of them had much cared for. She was far too young to be this distrustful of people.

Sitting in his office, Marco smiled as he watched his new daughter play in the, now renovated, room next door. The very instant the adoption papers had been signed, Pops had begun renovating what had once been an office next to Marco’s, turning it into a playroom of sorts for her so that when she wasn’t at school, the entire building could come and fawn over her instead of leaving her with a daycare, something they had all been vehemently against. Crawling into one of the human sized hamster tunnels, she was immediately off once more, ruffling the new dress Izo had gotten her. The man would sigh, but leave it be. So long as she was happy, it seemed that the rest of the office was as well.

Hearing his office door slam open, Marco couldn’t help but jump, looking up to see a familiar straw hat and smile.

“Is Y/n in here? Ace said she was in here!” Luffy asked excitedly, running towards the door to the playroom before Marco could answer. Even though the boy was a good 7 years older than her, he seemed to be her closest friend, the two of them often getting lost in the tunnels together as they ‘adventured’ across the building, the human hamster tunnels winding through almost all of the offices of the upper two floors.

“Luffy! Get back here! You made a promise to Ace and I! Homework first then Y/n!” Sabo shouted, running into Marco’s office soon after and joining Luffy in the tunnels. The older blond could only laugh as Sabo chased after Luffy and Luffy chased after Y/n. Pops had taken Ace in after the death of the boy’s parents, being Ace’s godfather. Roger and Pops might have been rival companies, but contrary to what the press often said, had been surprisingly good friends. Sabo had been taken in after Ace, Pops filing for custody against Sabo’s parents after a fire left the boy with horrible burn scars. The one he wasn’t sure of, however, was Luffy. The boy had his own home, perhaps not the most attentive father, but a good man. His grandfather had found a… nanny to take care of him from time to time, yet the boy had still wound up with Ace and Sabo more often than not. Still, it seemed to be for the best since Luffy and Y/n got along, so he couldn’t be upset.

Another bang made Marco jump, seeing Ace and Izo in his doorway.

“Marco! Did Luffy and Sabo come this way? Sabo called me saying that he was chasing Luffy and they were headed this way!” Ace asked, making the man smile.

“In the tunnels, best of luck, don’t forget to take off your shoes.” Marco said, gesturing towards the tunnels, the black haired young man soon darting after his brothers.

“She’s in the tunnels again?! But… but I just got her that dress!” Izo said with a sigh, looking down rather dejectedly, making Marco laugh.

“And she loves it… when it isn’t hindering her ability to move.” Marco said, thinking to this morning when he had her put it on for school. He wasn’t lying, she’d been rather happy with the dress, finding that it wasn’t too restrictive, it was comfortable, and it was cute.

“I haven’t even gotten to see her in it. By later today, it’ll probably be too covered in dirt and scuff marks. How is she supposed to learn to be feminine when she spends all her time around Ace, Sabo, and Luffy!” Izo grumbled, tucking a strand of loose hair back.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine. Once she warms up to you more, you’ll no doubt be able to dress her up as much as you’d like.” Marco said with a comforting smile as the man in front of him sighed in defeat.

“I don’t know why she doesn’t like me, Marco. I’ve tried being nice to her, but she always runs behind someone else.” Izo lamented, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway.

“It’s because of your first meeting. You pushed everyone aside to meet her, carrying a dress. She figured that anyone that can push away that many people so easily while managing not to rip a dress was terrifying.” Marco said with a chuckle. Izo sighed and nodded, his shoulders sagging as he leaned against the doorframe.

“I suppose you have a point. Everyone here is rather tall, aren’t they? Well… tell her there’s some mochi in the fridge for her. It’s a recipe I learned from Toki.” Izo said, turning to leave.

“You… made me mochi?” a small voice called out, drawing Izo’s attention to the glass playroom doors. Izo smiled gently as he looked at her, nodding.

“Yes. Your favorite, in fact. Marco told me what you like, so I thought you might enjoy some in the form of mochi.” Izo said softly, his heart melting at her smile.

“Thank you, Mister Izo. I’m… I’m sorry about getting your dress dirty.” she said, moving to dust the front of her dress off as if that would help.

“It’s alright, little one. How about you and I go shopping one of these days. I’ll buy you something we can both agree on.” Izo said, feeling himself becoming putty for the little girl. Much like the others, he’d already adored her, but Marco was pretty sure she could get Izo to kill for her with that little smile alone.

“Y/n, why don’t you go with Izo now to get that mochi. You can eat it while you finish up the other half of that homework.” Marco suggested, watching Izo smile at the idea of her going with him to get the mochi. Looking down at her dress, her brow furrowed as she once more attempted to wipe the scuff marks out of the knees.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ll get you something better when we go shopping.” Izo said softly, giving her a warm smile. Almost as if a switch flipped, Y/n was smiling at him and running over, happily taking his hand as he led her away. Marco smiled and sighed softly, watching his daughter walk towards the break room. Even as Luffy ran out of the play area, Sabo and Ace hot on his heels, he couldn’t help but find himself feeling content. The company had always been a family to him; chaotic, loud, and messy, but a family, and seeing his daughter warming up to Izo, playing with Ace, Sabo, and Luffy, and often seeing her with Pops, he couldn’t help but feel more and more like a real family. Even if the family was the entire company.

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jokingmisfit · 25 days ago

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A Grave Distinction(Prologue)

Platonic Multi Wells x Fem!Villain!Reader, Platonic Eobard Thawne x Fem!Villain!Reader

Chapter Summary- How Reader connected and lost each Wells and Thawne at her young age(s).

Chapter Notes- This chapter is basically to give a baseline of the Reader and the Wells' and Thawne's relationship the last time they had seen her. Also for some reason I made child!reader a borderline genius so whatever ig... This bitch is looongg. This could really be read as a one shot if you wanted to.

Chapter Warnings- Canon Character Deaths, Childhood Trauma, Fostering, Betrayal, Descriptions of Death, Grief/Mourning, Separation Anxiety, Abandonment Issues, Brief Descriptions of Panic Attacks, Readers like Borderline Yandere

~Meeting "Harrison Wells"~

You were only five. Abandoned and left to rot. The pain of neglect and hate burned your soul, yet never diminished the lightning in you. If anything, it made you burn brighter, faster.

The orphanage tried to flame your sparks, but had no idea how to keep up with you. There was no doubt you were brilliant. Able to throw away the needs of a normal life for the prize of intelligence. At such a young age, you were stunning.

The day the caretakers caught wind of the Harrison Wells paying a visit for a charity campaign they knew they had to show you off, and they did. They threw you into the best dress you had, despite all the wild protests of ‘trivial things’ from your young mouth, and they presented you like a trophy. Their hopes for a brilliant mind to connect with another and take you under his incredible wings were as obvious as the peeling paint on the walls.

Your eyes met with the deep blue of a mysterious man who seemed utterly too tall. His suit looked like it would itch. His eyes held a kindness that was practiced… and fake.

“I don’t want to know you.” You state, voice small, as you look away. “There's much better things to do with my time.” You look back at him with a bored expression.

It was sudden. The break in the man's stare as he broke into a laugh. The faux kindness leaving his eyes being replaced with pure amusement and slight shock. He kneels down to your smaller frame. His eyes seem to scan you, and you do the same. The man's dark hair was just barely styled, his lips slightly chapped, his suit had only a few wrinkles where his body folded down, and his eyes, slightly obscured by framed lenses, held a glint with what looked like electricity.

One of your caretakers apologizes nervously from the corner of the room. The urge struck you when he looked over to them and moved his hand to his lips and rubbed it in thought. You took his glasses. It took the room by surprise, your sudden interest in the eyewear, the indirect disrespect of simply taking them.

You inspected them calmly as your caretaker apologized again.

“She never acts like this.” They claim.

“Yes I do. When I find something worthwhile.” You respond while holding the glasses to the light.

“It’s quite alright.” He says to them with a voice much softer than you expected. “May I ask what you're looking for in my glasses?” He almost whispers to you.

“They’re fake.” You state.

He seems shocked for a moment before he masks it again. “Well I’ll need to have a conversation with my doctor don’t I?” The man says with a chuckle.

A few of the others in the room laughed lightly with him.

His hand reached hesitantly. “May I have them back?”

You search his face. Your small features scrunched in thought as you memorized every line you could. A small smirk came to your face as a thought came to mind… How far can I push him?

With a beaming smile you replied. “No.”

Once again his eyebrows raised. A new look came to his eyes. You wondered what it was. It looked so close to… fondness?

“Well then I suppose we’re at an impasse.” He says settling on the floor in front of you.

“Maybe you are.” You say much too quickly.

Almost instantly the man caught wind of your challenge. A smile gracing his lips as he studied you.

“I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself yet.” He held his hand out to you. “Harrison Wells. It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

Despite your skepticism of this sudden change you took his larger hand hesitantly. Instantaneously lightning sparked from the man's fingers. Shocking you both literally and figuratively. You held onto his hand despite this, staring with wide eyes at both of your hands. The sparks seemingly unseen by the rest of the room brought interest to you that nothing had before.

For the first time in a very long time a giggle bubbled through you. Eyes lighting with fascination and excitement. You started to bounce slightly where you stood.

Without releasing his hand you looked up to his eyes. The eyes that seemed to hold another hidden emotion that you elected to ignore in your excitement.

“How did you do that?” You question with a growing smile.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean.” Harrison lies perfectly.

“You shocked me. How?” You accuse loudly.

He laughs like it was obvious. “Sometimes static electricity can be tricky. Electrons like to travel, and sometimes when a person has too many electrons they get a negative charge causing them to “shock” things.” He explains.

Anger replaced your joy. An annoyed expression passing your face. “I know that!” You say stomping your foot down.

“Do you?” Harrison asks. It felt like he was teasing you. Insulting your intelligence. Yes, you were young but not an idiot.

“Of course I do! And that wasn’t that and you know it.” You frown.

The man clearly found your pout amusing, but it was obvious there was more he was looking for.

“Such a clever girl.” He tries to compliment. “It must be annoying spending all your time with people who can’t see things the way you do… People who’re too slow.”

His eyes for once seem sincere. Like he truly understood.

“I think most people are too slow.” You claim, your frown softening a bit at hearing his words.

“Maybe you would find it easier to be around those who think more like yourself?” He says questioning, a lilt in his voice.

“What d’you mean?” You test.

Harrison looks over to one of your caregivers then back to you. “Would you like to come live with me?”

~Losing Eobard Thawne~

You didn’t know why everyone was being so quiet. You knew something was wrong. The way Caitlins eyes filled with pity when she saw you. The way Joe could barely look at you. The way Barry seemed angry at you. The way Cisco almost cried when you asked where your foster father was. All of them piled up to some issue they refused to open up about. So you figured it out for yourself…

It’d been five years. Five years of apparent lies and false love. Five years that were about to be six. Five years of being fostered which was supposed to turn into a lifetime of being adopted. Five years you needed to hear weren’t wasted on another parent who didn’t actually care.

Cisco was nervous. It was obvious as he held your hand and led you down the pipeline to see him.

It took so much to convince Cisco to bring you down. The curly haired man acted like an older brother to you. His role in your life important and irreversible. He wanted to protect you from this, even though he knew he couldn’t.

You figured some things out on your own, but it was Cisco who told you the rest. Gentle not to break your heart. Although he knew how strong you could be he also knew that this could tear you down. And it almost did.

The rare moments when you broke down Harrison was always there to hold you, and when it was that very man who broke your heart it was Cisco who held you together.

Your heart being as hardworking as your brain refused to let you just move on. Of course it wouldn’t, you were only ten after all.

The moment the cell opened, the moment you could meet his eyes and he could meet yours you knew it was real. Those emotions he had perfectly hid laid out bare now. It was cruelty and hate. The eyes of a sadist, and yet… When he looked at you there was that spark again. The hint of love and softness she started seeing not long after she moved in with him was still there. The indifference on his face betrayed by the eyes of his heart.

You didn’t hesitate for too long before you walked up to the cell. Craning your head to look up to the only father figure you’ve ever known. A small frown lined your lips when he doesn’t say anything.

You look down at your shoes. “So… Your name is Eobard.” A giggle leaves your lips. “Definitely a weird name.” You say trying to ease the tension.

“It’s not too uncommon in the future.” He says still schooling his face.

“Right… The future.” You smile up with a funny thought. “Does that make me older than you?” You laugh.

Eobards mask finally falters as he smiles down at you. “I suppose so.”

Your smile fell as your laughter died. “If you were always gonna leave, why would you get my hopes up?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you stare at his chest.

“I did not plan on you, my little lightning…” His hand rested on the glass.

You lifted yours to it. Small lightning sparked through the glass.

“I knew it was electrons.” You laugh with tears filling your eyes. You look back up at him. “You shoulda told me.”

“I never wanted you to be involved.” He whispers in a raspy voice. “You were supposed to-”

“Does it matter what you meant?! You were going to leave me anyway!” You shout, cutting him off.

“You were supposed to come with me!” Eobard shouts back. He bangs his fist on the glass lightly. “But now I know they will never let me keep you.”

“Please don’t go…” You cry looking downward.

“I have to go home…” He says.

Hurt filled your heart. “I’m supposed to be your home.”

Even after leaving him in the pipeline you refused to not see him off. You watched as he praised Cisco’s machine. Watched Eobard parade in yellow. When he leans down to say goodbye you latch onto him tightly. You tell him to be safe, that no matter what you’d always love him.

Of course, Barry had to come back, and everything went wrong. You watched in horror as Cisco held you back. You cried as you watched the only man you ever truly loved faded into dust. In the end it was hard not to blame the Flash.

~Meeting Harrison "Harry" Wells~

Months went by and Cisco did his best to help you. Team Flash fractured by loss and betrayal decided the only person who could watch you was Cisco. You spent your birthday with him and Caitlin who occasionally visited. When the team finally got back together Cisco brought you back to the lab occasionally.

Today he seemed more on edge. A simple explanation to you seemed difficult for him to say. Another version of Harrsion was at the lab except it wasn’t the version you knew it was another version of the real one.

Truly you were more concerned about what emotions seeing him might stir up rather than his potential betrayal.

The two of you arrived at the lab later in the day. Cisco insisted on beating the final dinosaur on Lego Jurassic World, though you knew he was just stalling when he kept running into its mouth.

The slight buzz of activity in the cortex made you feel a little more lively. You loved Cisco, but your heart dropped every time he left you alone. The busy noises of the lab made you feel safer than the cartoons on his tv ever could.

You waved to Caitlin when her concerned eyes caught you and Cisco coming in. You agreed you wouldn’t go looking for the man and would rather meet him if you happened to cross paths. It was obvious it made Cisco feel better. When he went to talk with Caitlin you set your bag in the chair.

“I’m going to get some tea. Do you want anything?” You ask the two.

“No thank you.” Caitlin says with a high voice and polite smile.

“Ooh. If there's coffee, bring me a cup?” Cisco responds.

You throw a thumbs up as you leave the cortex. You make your way to the small office they had turned into a break room after the accelerator exploded. You got yourself a mug and made yourself some tea before grabbing Cisco a mug and pouring him a cup from the half filled coffee pot.

You were adding some sugar and creamer to Cisco's mug when you heard footsteps. They sounded familiar but for the first time in a while you couldn’t figure out how. Maybe it was Cisco and he was just being weird. He’s been checking up on you a lot recently. Maybe it was Caitlin and she changed her mind. No, she was wearing heels. This person wore sneakers.

You ignore their presence, if it was Barry you might end up in a yelling match again, if it was Joe then you’d probably get scolded for how you touched the pot, and if it was Iris you’d have to listen to her try to be friends with you.

You finished stirring Cisco's cup when the person paused at the door. You turned around happy to ignore their existence until you noticed who stood in the door. There standing tall a new version of a face you knew well, and yet his eyes were so different.

Confusion is written on his face as he stares at you. He held himself different than you’d imagined. He was stiff. His face is more solemn and hard than you’d seen before. His eyes were overflowing with experience and intelligence. His black shirt was slightly tighter than the one your version wore. This man held himself completely differently. Despite being the same he looked completely different to you.

“It’s rude to stare.” You say trying to end the silence.

“I wasn’t aware any of them had children…” He says. His voice is deeper. Holds more emotion when he talks.

“I’m not any of theirs.” You answer easily.

“So you broke in.” He states.

You look away. “No. I’m your dead copies kid.”

“Oh.” Is all he says before going to grab a mug.

You couldn’t move. Watching every muscle he moved. Every mannersim reminded you of Eobard and yet every movement was different and nothing like the man you knew.

“It’s rude to stare.” He says taking a swig of his coffee, as he leaned on the counter and looked at you.

You let the embarrassment pass for only a second before you hold out your hand. “I’m Y/n.”

He stared for a moment before he took your hand. No lightning sparks. Only a light shake of the hand. You wondered if you were schooling your disappointment as much as you hoped you were. Then you noticed his watch. He seemed to follow your eyes and look at it too. A waving red light emitting from the screen.

You quickly dropped his hand. “What’s that?”

“A watch.” He says

“I know what a watch is. Why did it do that?” You question hurriedly.

“Who takes care of you?” He changes the subject.

You look at him weirdly as he closes his watch. “Cisco. Why?”

“You shouldn’t be making coffee runs.” Harrison replies, eyes furrowed. “I should talk to your friends about this.” He nods.

“They’re not my friends… Cisco’s my brother and the others I barely know.” You pout.

“Fine. I need to talk to your brother about this.” He concedes and he starts leaving the room.

“Wait.” You run up and walk next to him balancing both drinks. “Why can’t you tell me?”

He glanced down at you. “You’re a kid.”

“And? I’m very mature.” You say trying to look taller.

A small smile finally broke through the man's face. “Of course you are.”

~Meeting Harrison "H.R." Wells~

It was a good plan in theory. Bringing on a new Wells to help the team. Good in theory, exhausting in execution. The team agreed, Cisco and Harry more than anyone else, that you weren’t allowed to be in the room when they opened the breach.

From Harry's reaction you assumed the new guy would be annoying, but you also knew Harry didn’t like most people. He still agreed to introduce you to the new version. It was obvious he was trying not to let his feelings towards the new Wells impact the way you viewed him. You could tell he held his tongue, so when you got closer to the room you made sure he knew he couldn’t be replaced.

“You’re still gonna be my favorite, so don’t think you can pawn me off on this dude.” You say with a laugh.

“I know, princess.” He smiles back at you.

“Good, cause I’ll hunt you like a shark if I’ve got to.” You tease. His eyes were soft.

After getting Jesse back he opened up more. The two of you grew close and you considered Jesse to be your sister. He taught you things that Eobard didn’t get a chance to. He comforted you when Cisco didn’t know how to help. Harry became one of the most important people in your life, and he knew that.

You could hear Cisco from just outside the room critiquing the man standing across from him and you let out a laugh.

“Geez, Cisco, he hasn’t even been here 24 hours.” You giggle.

“Don’t trust this version, Y/n. He’s an idiot!” Cisco tells you before looking back over and yelling the last sentence to the taller man.

You looked up at Harry with uncontrollable glee. It really was funny seeing Cisco mad.

“I guess you’re, um… What do I call you?” You ask, looking at the new man.

“H.R.!” He says loudly, coming across the room leaning down slightly to shake your hand which he did with fever.

Meeting him felt so different then meeting Harry felt and even more different than meeting Eobard. When you met the other two you had to guard yourself to seem strong, but over the months and the years you’ve been taught to act slightly more your age. Seeing this doppelganger acting so carefree made it hard not to match that energy. You were able to be more childish in this meeting, a contrast you’d only realized as you excitedly shook his hand back with a giggle.

“I take it back,” You say looking at Harry. “You might have some competition.”

Of course Harry knew you were joking, but he still rolled his eyes at the antics.

“Oh!” You shout. You take the bag from Harry and pull a confection out. “I thought it’d be nice to be welcomed with something sweet.” You smile handing a cupcake to H.R.

“How sweet! A cupcake from a cupcake.” H.R. smiles taking it with a bow and a wink.

Once again you laugh at the sharp contrast of the man's actions compared to the men you’ve known.

“Don’t push your luck, bud. No amount of flattery will take my number one spot of being her favorite.” Cisco announces defensively. “Right, Y/n?”

“Rigghht.” You're cut off by your own laugh.

Cisco fains offense. “What- What does that mean?! I’m your favorite. This is fact!” He claims.

“Ramon, I think you forgot your spot at the bottom of the list.” Harry teases leaning into you slightly.

“Oh, so it’s a competition? I love competitions. I bet I can be her favorite!” H.R. claims excitedly.

“I’m already her favorite!”

Both Harry and Cisco shout simultaneously. Both you and H.R. laugh as the other two start ranting at each other about how much more you like them than the other.

While the two continue their argument you meet at the side of the new Wells.

He leans down with a smile and asks. “Do they have this disagreement often?”

“Oh, definitely.” You laugh.

He pouts. “Well that's not healthy.”

You look at him. “Probably not.”

“Cupcake?” He asks, offering you a piece.

Giggling, you take the piece. “Thank you!”

His eyes light up. “Of course, Cupcake.”

~Losing H.R. Wells~

You were filled with adrenaline. You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming out. How could you let him trick you like that? Yeah, you were a kid, but you always thought he was dumber than you. Now you know you were both right and wrong, because now he’s going to end up dead.

You weren’ supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to see this, but it was hard to stop you.

Barry was speeding off when you got there. You had practically torn your knees open when you slid next to him.

H.R. seemed shocked to see you. A pain filled his eyes even as the love did.

The two of you grew close during his stay. As much as you’d grown to act more your age he taught you how to do that better than anyone. He encouraged you to do things the way you wanted to. Reminded you that you were special no matter what happened. Reminded you that you were incredible.

He often joked that he would be the one to adopt you one day. That it would be a phenomenal party he’d set-up just for you. Obviously both Harry and Cisco refused to let that happen, but it was sentimental to both you and H.R. to talk about it like it would.

Tears filled your eyes and panic filled up your chest.

“Cupcake…” His voice is light and he’s struggling to speak.

He lifts his hand as much as he could and you take it quickly.

“You- you can’t leave yet…” You say breathlessly. “You promised you wouldn’t leave. You said you wouldn’t leave me.” Your heart broke with every word a pressure building in your throat making it hard to speak.

“I- I know… but I’m not leaving you.” He cuts himself off to take a breath. “It’s only temporary, our story, dear girl… it’s far from over. I love you… so much.” Despite it all he smiled at you.

A sob racked your body as you latched onto him the best you could in this position. The last thing that came out of his mouth was a breathy laugh.

You couldn’t stop the screams that ripped through your throat. Over and over you shrieked until you couldn’t. Until you were being pulled away and left with the loss of another person you love. Loved.

You stood completely silent as each person made their peace at his grave. You left Harry’s side to stand at his side to stand next to what you had left of him.

Tears rolled down your face, and you rest your hand on the shiny wood. “I know you said it won’t be forever, but it really looks like it will be…” You take in a shaky breath. “I know it wasn’t true, but I was really looking forward to that party.” You laugh sadly. “I will never let your story go unheard. I will never forget you and I will miss you everyday…” A sob wracked your body. “You were my favorite H.R. out of all the potential H.R. 's I'll ever meet.” A smile graced your face as you cried. “I love you…”

Harry placed his hand in yours and you held Harry's hand tighter than you’d held anything before. Tears still fall down your face when you look up at him. “Promise me you won’t go away too.”

He squeezed your hand back. “Promise.”

~Meeting Harrison "Sherloque" Wells~

It was concerning. This girl claiming to know so much and yet seeming so lost. The idea to bring in another Wells. Harry’s lost his mind, H.R.’s dead and this random effing lady wants to bring in another one to break your heart.

You refused to be a part of it. At least you tried to. Of course, Cisco worried about you. Eventually he claimed he couldn’t leave you home alone anymore, he didn’t think it was safe. You could tell he was more concerned for your mental health than the outside factors.

You agreed to come back to the labs. Agreed to try.

He let you take a few minutes in the car to prepare yourself before coming in. Cisco reassured you that things would be okay, and you wanted to trust him. You knew he probably talked to this doppelganger, knew he probably set the scene for as peaceful of a meet he could get. Then again, by the way Cisco talks this Wells was a drama queen who was absolutely full of himself.

You wrung your hands together when walking down the hall. You could practically taste the chaos in the air. Cutting through all the voices in the cortex a french accent. Spewing words quickly and with poise, yet the words sounded jumbled with the mix of english and french.

You finally step into the cortex and the room goes quiet. All voices except for the french one…

After a few pointed looks he stops. Turning to look at you.

You could swear your heart was about to stop. Seeing those eyes so lively. Analyzing and real. Calculating of everything with a heart buried deep inside. A slight frown set on his face. He looked so different and perfectly the same.

“Ahh, you must be the child of de… Uh, how you say? Imposter Wells, yes?” The man asks with a slight wave of his hands.

You nod.”Yeah.” Your voice comes out a whisper. “Y/n, You?”

“My apologies Harrison Sherloque Wells.” He says with a slight bow. “au plaisir de vous rencontrer.”

“Le plaisir est pour moi, Sherloque.” You answer politely.

“Ahh, a young lady with culture, rare à cet endroit, oui?” Sherloque replies smoothly.

You couldn’t help the slight smile that graced you. “You’ll have to forgive them, I don’t think they planned on meeting a french Wells.”

“An you did?” He questions with a raised eyebrow.

“No, H.R. taught me a little bit.” You reply looking away.

“I see… You still grieve for him.” He nods solemnly.

“Of course she does.” Cisco answers sharply, for you.

“Well it makes more sense. de, uh, accent was terrible, you will need much more practice if you wish to be good at it.” He says quickly.

You watch the room empty. Probably realizing that they’ve lost the man's attention and won’t be continuing their conversation anytime soon. Cisco goes to follow only to stop and give you a look. The look asking you if you were okay. With a small nod towards him, he takes his mug and leaves.

“‘E is very protective of you.” Sherloque states.

“He’s my big brother… Big brothers are supposed to be protective.” You answer calmly.

You can see his eyes analyzing you, what you said. You watch as a lightbulb goes off and as much as he masked it, his eyes brightened.

“‘Ow would you like to be friends?” He questions with even more interest than before.

“I don’t wanna be your friend.” You answer. Your feet, suddenly very entertaining.

He hums. “You don’ want to get attached again, non?” He scans your stiff posture. “Well I will make you a promise hmm,”

“I don’t want your promise.” You look at him. “You want their trust so you're trying to use me to get it. I’m not dumb.” You accuse. “I don’t want your friendship, especially not if it's fake.”

“Tu n'en veux pas même si c'est réel. You’re afraid of me.” He claims with conviction. “You ‘ave not even heard my promise, non? And you’re already turning me away.”

“I’ve had enough false promises…” A lost look passes through your eyes.

“I will not make promises that can be broken.” He states as if it was simple.

“Is that so?” You laugh bitterly.

“I can promise that I will do all I can not to leave you. I cannot promise I won’t, but I promise to try. ‘Ow is that?”

You wanted to tell him to leave you alone, but it did sound nice. You loved Cisco, but he was all you had and you couldn’t help but crave the comfort that apparently only the Wells’ could provide.

Your resolve melted so easily under him.

“Mon petite?” He calls out. “You ‘ave not answered.”

Your eyes were glossy when you looked at him. It seemed his resolve was fading too. His eyes seemed so caring.

You took a deep breath. “That sounds like a pretty good promise…”

“Amies?” He raises an eyebrow.

You smiled lightly. “Yeah… Friends.”

~Losing Harry and Sherloque Wells~

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Barry tells you.

“You’re sorry… They're dead! They’re gone and they won’t come back and you’re sorry. The heroes just couldn’t save everyone right?!” You just couldn’t do it…” Tears rolled off your cheeks. Your own rage burned your lungs. “How is this fair?”

“C’mon,” Cisco says, pulling you away. “Let’s go home.”

The ride was silent. The night was silent. You said nothing. You continued to say nothing for hours, days.

You should have known better. You should have never let them in. Should have cut off both of them when they went back to their worlds. Should have left it alone and not called relentlessly. Should have never let them close.

It tore you apart… Every piece of your heart was torn asunder. You couldn’t breathe some nights and others there was too much air in your lungs for your liking.

Cisco had no idea how to help, dealing with his own grief and all the tolls that came with working in Team Flash. He did his best, but all he could do was watch.

He leaned over your bed, Cisco, concern littering his features as you stared at the wall.

“Y/n… Kid, talk to me…” He pleaded, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t know what to say…” Tears slipped out again. “They promised…”

“I know.” You could hear his own voice breaking. “I’m a little lost too.”

“How could this happen? Why-Why did it happen?” You cry.

“I don’t know. I really don’t.” Tears fell down his face too.

You move to your side and he climbs next to you. Arms wrapping around you with his face pressed to the top of your head.

“Me and you… Right kid?” Cisco asks.

You nod as best you could. “Me ‘n you.”

~Meeting Harrison "Nash" Wells~

Your feet moved quickly and quietly. The small warm box in your hand brought some form of comfort to your racing heart.

There was a new Wells. Once again, you stayed away as long as you could, and once again, you can’t help but drag your way towards him.

Cisco warned you, the doppelganger had been seeing things. He refused to elaborate more than that. He warned you this one wasn’t big on making friends either, but if you really wanted to get involved he wouldn’t stop you. Cisco was clearly more on edge this time around and you already knew why. He simply didn’t want to see you hurt again. Or at least you’re pretty sure that's what it was.

You were terrified. Truly, you were. The fear of being attached. The fear of rejection. The fear of not being good enough. The fear of opening up again. The fear of loving him.

There was something that outshone that fear. Protectiveness. Severe undying need to keep this version alive. To save this doppelganger from the same fate all the others faced. To protect him even if he doesn’t need it.

The air halted in your lungs when you got to the doorway. The man was just like all the rest, but just like before, so utterly different. There was an odd spark in his eye, this fidgety fleeting light. An odd mix of everything you knew and mannerisms you’ve never seen before.

You take a few steps into the room and he turns to face you. “Hi! My name’s Y/n.” He says nothing, eyes scanning your person. “These are for you.” You step closer and hold out the box.

He stared at the outstretched hand and box. “What is it?”

“They’re cookies…” You speak with a small voice.

“So, you want brownie points for that or something? The nicest meet out of all the people on this little team?” He asked sarcastically.

“No… Cisco said you’ve been having a hard time.” You speak slowly. “He wouldn’t elaborate, but I think I get it, a little… Having so many voices around you, in your head, that it feels like your own voice doesn’t matter, like it can’t be heard. I know how it feels to feel like a background character in your own life. I just wanted to grant you a little bit of peace even if it’s in the form of something small.” You tell him earnestly.

He looks almost shocked at your words, before he takes the box. He opens it and steals a cookie out.

“I’m Nash.” His voice comes out rougher than it did before.

“That’s a cool name.” You tell him in hopes to push the conversation further.

Nash looks at you and squints. “There are worse things to be called.” He finishes the cookie. “So, you’re Cisco’s ward?” He shakes his head.

“No… I was uh. I was the first Wells’ foster kid, but he wasn’t actually Harrison Wells. It’s all pretty dramatic.” You laugh nervously.

He looks disturbed. “Thawne.”

Your heart dropped. “Did, did they tell you about him?”

“No…” His face hardened. “You, you’ve been pretty close to all the Wells haven’t you?”

“I think so.” You say simply, quietly.

You can see the gears turning in his brain. The way he wiggles a bit in an attempt to calm himself. What really gets you is the way he keeps looking back to the same spot in the room. The way he seems to reside in whatever it was he was seeing.

Nash looks back at you quickly. “Why else did you decide to meet me?”

You wanted to be honest. “I don’t want you to end up like they did.” You explain. “Barry doesn’t know how to help without hurting. For every good thing he does, there is another terrible thing to balance it out.” You can’t meet his eyes. “If you’re the only one left. If you are the only one… I want to see at least one of you end up happy.”

He looks sad. Nash looks like he feels what you were saying much deeper than you thought he could. He squints again. “You think if you intervene, this time around you can save me, but I’m not in danger.” He says like he believes it.

“Anyone who gets close to Barry is in danger.” You say firmly.

“And yet,” He holds out his arms gesturing to you. “here you are.”

“I’m not close to Barry… I don’t like him. Even then, you have no idea the scars his actions or the trouble that follows have caused.” A few tears blur your eyes before you breathe them away.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze. A heavy heart trying its best to reach out to a soul much too familiar. A life living a bit too much in the past not realizing it’s reaching too far into the future.

“I’m not going to coddle you, sweetheart. You have some real problems up here,” He laughs and points to his head. “But you’ve been here longer than myself.” Nash puts his hand on his chest and gives a light bow. “Perhaps we can be useful to each other.”

You look at him with a raised brow. A silent urge to continue.

“You help me navigate this,” He moves his hands around. “Environment and I’ll provide you with that company you seem to so obsessively crave.”

A transactional friendship, it sounds familiar.

You smile. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

~Losing Them All (Again)~

You walked quickly next to him. “You’re not actually going to do it, right? When you said no you meant it?” You urged.

Nash looked at you unnerved. “Of course, I did. I’m not dying for some temporary fix.” Then he looked at you again. “How did you hear any of that?” He stopped and lightly grabbed your arm.

“I have my hiding spots.” You admit looking down the hall.

“That doesn’t explain how you heard them.” He declares quietly.

You look at him. A secret you’ve kept only to the Wells who’ve caught on. “I have… tricks.” You squint, shaking your head.

“You’re a meta?” He looks shocked.

“I don’t like talking about it.” You say in almost a whisper.

He sighs and the two of you keep walking.

Despite the original “deal” the two of you grew close. Just like each Wells before the two of you connected. Eventually, the contractual interactions became friendly chats. Eventually, the random rough touches turned soft. Eventually, the hardened looks turned into kind eyes.

It was obvious he was unnerved by the development. Much like you he had a fear of bringing people past the structured walls he’s made. Nash has admitted to you before that he didn’t like how you crawled through. He didn’t like how much he grew to care for you.

It unnerved you too. You thought maybe this time you could just keep him alive. You thought that would be enough, but you were so wrong. Just like before you latched onto the man. The difference between him and the others became clearer. An explorer with the intelligence of a scientist. A hardened man who actually loved with a passion that he was just afraid to feel. He cared.

You were mortified. Watching the man lay his hands on the orb you almost scream. You feel it in your chest, like you feel his own pain. You watch as he argues with Barry.

Phrases thrown about, “I won’t let any of you die.”, “You don’t have to do this.”. All of them were meaningless. Nash made up his mind. The Wells were going to die.

You watched each Wells front.

H.R. smiles so brightly. Tells Barry not to be upset. That it’s not goodbye. A smile thrown to the spot, his eyes not meeting yours, but you know he knows you’re there.

Sherloque smiles at Barry too. Tells him it’s alright. His eyes met yours. Hiding above the scene below. “Tout ira bien, ma chérie.” Sherloque speaks.

Harry spinning his tale. A solemn man who found meaning. Extending gratitude. Urging Barry to run. A wink thrown to Barry and a tight heartfelt smile thrown at you.

You can’t help but sob as you watch them dissipate. Turned into nothing but energy. You no longer cared what everyone was fighting for. Another death for Barry’s sake.

You didn’t care that Barry didn’t want this. It didn’t matter to you, not anymore. You lost another one. You lost them again, and the only person you could blame was the red clad speedster.

It didn’t make sense. How each Wells could break their promises so easily. How they could lie with such ease. How they all could leave you over and over again.

As angry as you were at them you were even more angry at the people who put them in those situations. You were angry at Barry Allen.

You disappeared after that night, at least for a while. You came back, however, you came back angry. You caused chaos and problems. For everything he made you go through. It was the Flashes fault, and at this point, you wanted him dead.

#platonic eobard thawne x reader #platonic harrison wells x reader #platonic cisco ramon x reader #platonic harry wells x reader #platonic hr wells x reader #platonic sherloque wells x reader #platonic nash wells x reader #the flash cw

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heartsoji · 2 years ago

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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship

suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)

notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy

warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends

notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)

a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn

s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)

-you were clingy.

-and you knew that very well.

-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.

-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.

you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"

the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."

you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.

then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"

you were very taken aback. "what?"

"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.

you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.

although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.

where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"

you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.

you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.

though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.

when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.

when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.

when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.

when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.

rin took note of all of it.

he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.

"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.

you froze. he noticed?

"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.

he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.

he raised an eyebrow at you.

"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.

you could feel your cheeks heating up.

"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."

he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."

to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.

but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.

there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.

"same here."

b. koutaro & another girl

-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new

-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.

-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.

his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.

-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.

-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.

-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.

"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.

you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.

who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.

but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?

when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.

you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?

you wiped your tears and walked up to him.

"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.

at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?

"what did i-" he began.

"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.

you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.

"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"

his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.

"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.

"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"

it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.

that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)

"woah woah woah!" he screamed.

you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.

he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.

"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.

he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."

you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.

"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.

"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"

you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.

even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.

s. kiyoomi & time for two

-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.

-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.

-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.

-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.

he was late.

omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.

you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.

you wait an additional 10 minutes.

then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.

and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.

finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.

"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."

"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."

"thanks, babe."

you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.

you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.

the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.

however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.

you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.

on friday, you were having the worst day possible.

your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.

all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.

however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.

when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.

he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.

and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.

"hey, is everything ok?"

you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.

he was alarmed, to say the least.

he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.

"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.

you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.

"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.

"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.

however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.

"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."

he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."

"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"

he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.

yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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Aaravos x reader Hcs

here r some aaravos hcs bc i am in pain i wrote this with killer cramps while running on 4 hrs of sleep and an energy bar so i cant promise this will be good.

🥀CW: fluffiness, teasing, smut, thigh riding, subby aaravos, oral (reader receiving), hair pulling?, wax play, overall filth

🥀minors dni with nsfw part

SFW:

after being trapped in the mirror for so long, aaravos is severely touch starved

whether u two are in a romantic or platonic relationship, your personal space is his personal space as well (unless u tell him to leave you alone, but even then he'll still probably tease)

He is the type to just walk up to you and rest his arm on your head

he is TALL

if you are short (like me) and you ever need to reach something up high, this man practically materializes behind you to grab it for you he will hold it above his head and giggle while you struggle but will eventually give it to you

i feel like hes the type of person to enjoy slow and "elegant" music he would love my way by frank sinatra you can not tell me im wrong bc im not

aaravos will pull you into a slow waltz at random times

he enjoys the arts, and i feel like he would enjoy painting and doing sketches of you

he LOVES it if you play with his hair, just run your hands through it and he will literally melt

if you can do pretty hairstyles or braids he will be very content in relaxing while you do his hair

aaravos definitely enjoys reading, and would totally read to you if you asked (he would tease u a little tho but thats ok)

"do you really enjoy my voice that much, little star?"

he has the most stunning laugh

normally he just lets out small chuckles or smirks but the first time you make him genuinely laugh you just sit there in awe

he is ✨fabulous✨and takes forever to get ready

the type to arrive fashionably late (he will make an effort to arrive on time for dates tho)

hes a total drama queen and will make a huge deal about kissing you

he acts all confident but in reality is ridiculously nervous when he first met you

you were the first person to truly capture his heart and he doesn't want to fuck it up

he knows he isnt the most easy person (elf??) to love but will make an effort to be better for you

he prefers to listen in conversation rather then talk alot, however if you ask him about something hes interested in or ask him a magic question or something he will gladly talk for hours

enjoys holding your hand, you two are practically linked at the waist

he worries more then he lets on and will enchant little objects and give them to you for protection when he isnt't around

NSFW

whether you are with him before or after his imprisonment, he is EXPERIENCED

he likes positions where he can be close to you such as missionary, but also likes you on top of him/riding him

SWITCH‼️

if you pull his hair or his horns he will immediately submit

he likes to use his size to his advantage and pin you down

really into biting and marking, esp after his imprisonment, he wants everyone to know your his

whether your human or an elf, he will overstimulate you

he can go for hours

i feel like he would prefer giving to receiving, he will eat you out or suck you off for HOURS until you are whimpering for him to slow down

if you have boobs, he will mark them and play with them there is no question

RIDE‼️‼️HIS‼️‼️‼️FACE‼️‼️‼️‼️

he is 1000% into wax play he can make his hands really hot or cold and the sight of u with wax slowly dripping down your chest makes him feral

wouldnt mind if you did the same to him 👀

i feel like he would be super into it if you rode his thigh, he would be mocking you the whole time but it would turn him on sm

"you couldn't wait at all, hmm? is your pretty little cunt/cock really so needy that you had to be this impatient? acting like a bitch in heat, covering my thigh with your slick. your going to have to clean up your mess dear~"

he gets pissed if he asks you a question and you dont respond

super into eye contact during sex, he thinks its very intimate and attractive

your pleasure ALWAYS comes first with him, he will make you come at least twice before coming on his own

i dont think he would be super into causing you a lot of pain, like i dont think he would want to hurt you alot but will pinch and occasionally slap if your into that

super into being in pain for himself though

edge him until hes sobbing, then overstim him until his thighs are shaking

GLORIOUS THIGH GAME BTW

cover them in marks, he will admire them later

overall a very attentive and sensual lover, but definitely has a dirty side<3

can you tell i have an obsession? lmao. i tried to make this super gender neutral, lmk if there are any mistakes! reqs are open, im considering getting into writing some more

#aaravos x reader #aaravos smut #tdp #tdp s5 #the loml #smut #aaravos fluff #aaravos headcanons #i love him #i went off ngl #hes just my scrunkly little baby hes done no wrong!!!#maybe this will become a writing blog...#aaravos hcs #the dragon prince

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fortheloveoffanfic · 11 months ago

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Mr. Gallagher and Me

Jim x Reader

Masterlist Playlist Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Summary: Y/n and Jim have their interviews as part of the university's investigation into their relationship, followed by a run-in with Emily. Then, when Y/n doubts their relationship, Jim tries to prove how committed he is. Warnings- a smidge of angst

Mid March “How long have you been involved with Mr. Gallagher?” The woman, her name was Joann, asked, quickly clarifying, “Romantically, of course.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/n picked at her fingernails, keeping her hands clasped in her lap. “About….a year. Yeah, a year.”

Joann scribbled something on the form she was keeping under close guard in a bright red binder. “Okay,” she suspired, “And how did you….” She gestured in a circle with her pen, “Become involved.”

“I asked him out,” Y/n responded without hesitation, willingly neglecting to mention that their agreement had initially been to go out as friends. Sometimes-not that morning-it made her chuckle; one platonic date had somehow led to getting pregnant and looking at houses together.

“And he agreed to go out with a student under his supervision, just like that?” Shit.

With a sigh, she nervously reached for her glass of water on the desk, bringing it to her rosy lips in a slow sip that she hoped would remedy the sudden dryness in her throat. Since a lie by omission hadn’t worked, she’d have to find a way to use the truth. “No,” Y/n took another sip of her water, “We agreed to go out as friends at first. But I never wanted to be friends, so I….invited him back to my apartment.”

“To have sex?” Y/n gasped at her bluntness, though, she supposed that it was pretty obvious that they were in fact very intimate.

“Well, I obviously didn’t suggest it just like that, but it was implied, yes,” she determined firmly. And when Joann asked if Jim had agreed, Y/n’s answer a brief one, and that time, she omitted the bit about actually going back to his place instead that night-it didn’t seem relevant anyway.

“Would you say that there’s a power imbalance in your relationship with Mr. Gallagher?”

“Imbalance?” Y/n scoffed, “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Would you care to elaborate?” Joann sighed, practically trying to siphon anything she could out of her with a cocktail straw, “There have never been any situations where you felt like Mr. Gallagher used his authority over you to control certain aspects of your relationship?”

Sighing heavily, Y/n begrudgingly relented, “Jim and I……I was in a really bad relationship before I came to Ireland. His name is probably in your file,” she gestured to one of the folders next to Joann’s binder, “He was…” Y/n shook her head and furrowed her brows, just as the bitter memories threatened to burn her eyes, “Controlling, and manipulative. There were a lot of things that I wouldn’t have done if we’d stayed together. I actually came here to get away from him," briefly,she glanced down at her lap before looking at Joann again. "The point is, I know what a power imbalance looks like, and there has never been one in my relationship with Jim; he has always been patient and kind and supportive. I don’t think I ever realized what it was like to be in a healthy relationship until we got together.”

After making a few other notes on her page, Joann studied Y/n for a moment, and just when she thought it was over, the smartly dressed HR official asked a question that surprisingly, threw her for a loop; “What was Mr. Gallagher’s reaction to your pregnancy?”

Smoothing her hands over her burgeoning bump, Y/n felt a patter of strong kicks against her palms, the sensation making it hard to restrain her faint smile. But she managed. “He was angry,” she began honestly, “But not because I was-am-pregnant. He was mad because I wasn’t going to tell him, well, I wasn’t gonna tell him that he’s the father. Which was wrong, I get that. But I also didn’t want something like this,” she gestured between herself and the middle aged woman, “To happen. I was trying to protect him. But he didn’t want that and he was mad because he couldn’t stand the thought of me, or our daughter,” she ducked her head for a moment, glancing absently at her stomach, then lifting her head again, “Thinking that he didn’t love us enough to risk it.”

After that, came questions pertaining to their living arrangements and whether or not Jim had been involved in her pregnancy. With complete truthfulness, Y/n responded quickly, eager to just get the interview over with. She hated that their relationship had come under fire, and she hated even more that it was in such a scandalous way. When the interrogation was through, Y/n pushed herself out of the chair, ignoring Joann’s offer to answer any questions that she had, instead eagerly heading for the door.

As expected, Jim was seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs that lined the opposing side of the hallway, with her coat draped on one of his thighs and her handbag settled in his lap. “Hey,” he stood quickly, gathering her things in one arm so he could use his free hand to affectionately cup her cheek, his thumb quickly swiping away a stray tear, “How’d it go? Are you okay?” His concern was overwhelmingly evident and the fact that he cared that much made Y/n want to cry even more.

“Yeah,” Y/n sniffled, relenting easily when Jim’s arm slid over her shoulder and around to the back of her neck so he could pull her in for a hug. “I’m just glad its over, you know?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he kissed the crown of her head, “Now we’ve just gotta wait. It’s gonna be over before you know it.

Sniffing quietly, she circled her arms around his mid, holding him as close as her bump would allow, “I just hope it works out,” she sighed, eventually pulling away so their eyes could meet.

“It will,” he promised, as if he could already tell, and even if he couldn’t Y/n found herself willing to believe Jim anyway. She trusted him. Of course, she was still upset about everything that had happened that morning, especially since some of the more unscrupulous accusations had stuck- she knew that they weren’t true, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t bothered.

How could they accuse him of something like that?

How could they accuse her of something like that?

“Come on,” he eventually encouraged, breaking their embrace in favor of helping Y/n into her coat and then taking her hand to lead her out of the building.

With their fingers laced, they strolled towards the elevator; neither of them thought that it mattered if they hid on campus anymore, anyone that was important knew and they were already in trouble anyway, so it couldn’t possibly get worse. It was actually very freeing, being able to be together without having to look over their shoulders and while Y/n was still terribly scared of what their futures might hold, she was happy that at the very least, they could share little moments without hiding, like regular couples.

The elevator had taken a while before it got to their floor, though, when the doors slid open, Y/n gasped loudly. She’d have actually preferred if it would have taken longer if she’d known she was going to be face to face with her. Inhaling deeply, Y/n took an unconscious step back and she felt Jim’s grip on her hand tighten protectively. “Emily,” she gritted.

“Y/n, Mr. Gallagher,” she nodded to them both, maintaining her usual snark, then, with a purposeful sigh, she inched closer and offered; “You think you’re doing yourself a favor,” she met Y/n’s hardened gaze with sharp, dagger eyes, “But you’re not, this isn’t over yet.”

Before Y/n could respond, Jim was guiding her away from Emily, though not before stepping close to her ear, and hissing angrily, “Yes, it is.” That was all he’d offered, though the venom in his tone was crippling. With that, they stepped into the elevator and simultaneously, Emily stepped out. As they slunk into the elevator, and the doors closed, Jim hit the appropriate button and then asked if she was okay. Y/n had promised that she was, and while it did take a couple more rounds, she was eventually able to placate him.

“They must be interviewing her today too,” Y/n eventually sighed, side stepping closer to Jim so she could lean her head against his side while he brought an arm around the small of her back, “What do you think she’ll say?”

Jim scoffed, “Probably the worst things she can think of.” The entire experience had been so profoundly upsetting that all Y/n could think of was getting home and crawling back into bed, preferably to sleep away the memories of what had felt like a police interrogation. “Hey,” he smoothed his palm over her back as they eventually emerged from the building, after she’d lapsed into contemplative silence once more, “Do you want to talk about what happened up there?”

Y/n sighed, “No? Yes…..I don’t know,” she shook her head and Jim cuddled her closer as the crossed the walkway, headed towards the parking lot, “You’re probably right, it’ll work out,” she bent her head, regarding the wet, weather-worn asphalt as they walked. It had rained all night into the wee hours of that morning, and while the weather had mostly taken a turn for the better, some gray-ish clouds had still lingered and the occasional puddle had them walking in zig-zags.

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of her head, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be upset about it,” Jim sighed, getting his keys out of his coat pocket, he pressed the button that would disengage the alarm and unlock the car. They went to the passenger side first, where Jim opened the door for Y/n and helped her inside. Seconds later, he rounded the car and slipped into his own seat, holding off on starting the car in hopes that she’d open up.

“I just….I know its not true, but I guess it made me think about everything my parents…” But specifically her mother, “Said. She asked…..if I felt like you got me pregnant on purpose. Obviously I said no, and reminded her that you didn’t even want any more kids before this. And then she asked….” Sighing again, Y/n shook her head, “She asked if I got pregnant on purpose to…..make you stay with me and get me favors at the university,” Joann’s words had actually been far more professional but they had pretty much the same meaning.

Picking at the hem of her blouse, Y/n shook her head, “I know that you’re all in and we've talked about this so many times, but you don’t feel like I did this on purpose, right?”

“Of course not!” Shifting in his seat, Jim reached for her face, “I know you and I know you wouldn’t…..baby trap me," he cringed, seeming uncomfortable with the term- or maybe just the thought that she would do that. "Look,” he sighed, “She asked me the same thing; if I thought you got pregnant on purpose and there was no doubt in my mind when I said ‘no.’ I know little Jellybean was an accident,” he chuckled softly and she flashed him a brief, watery smile, “The happiest accident of my life.”

“And you never felt pressured to do….anything that you have for me because of the baby? I know you said you’re excited and we’ve been talking about buying a house and god,” she scoffed, barely keeping her emotions at bay, “You’ve been so amazing. But you’re so nice; I don’t want you to lose everything and then look back on things one day and realize that the only reason you did any of this is because you feel like you had to.”

Licking his lips, Jim’s blue eyes dimmed sympathetically and he used his thumbs to brush her hot tears away. His lips quivered and he seemed at a loss for words at first, until he eventually offered, “Even without this job, I do have everything. I have my kids- all three of them,” he chuckled softly, rousing another smile, “I have the woman I love,” he shrugged, “That’s everything to me.”

“But I just-”

“Shh,” he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Easily, Y/n responded, lifting one hand to cup his neck. “Marry me,” he elicited softly when they broke for air, foreheads still close together.

“What?” She knitted her brows, both confused and startled by his impromptu proposal. She wasn’t even sure if she’d heard him right.

Jim chuckled, pulling away, “I can't think of a better way to show you that I’m choosing our life-not being forced into it- than giving you this ring,” after a moment of rummaging through his pocket, he produced a little, forest green, leather box with a tiny clasp holding it closed, “That I’ve been carrying around everyday since Valentine’s Day.” As she opened her mouth to protest, Jim intervened, “I didn’t buy this ring for just anybody, Y/n. I don’t wanna buy a house or have a baby with just anybody. Marry me, let me show you that I mean that, everyday.”

Sniffling, she nodded, “I’d love to marry you.” When Jim flicked the box open, revealing a stunning, elegantly dainty ring, she gasped. It was the most beautiful engagement ring she’d ever seen; an oval diamond fitted to thin, gold, Celtic diamond encrusted bands. With shaking hands, he slipped the ring onto the appropriate finger, the cool metal making her skin tingle. “I…..” She sighed, gaze flickering between the ring and Jim while a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed her. Y/n was overjoyed to be engaged, she was still scared for their future at Trinity and now she was both embarrassed and frustrated with herself for doubting Jim once again. It wasn’t fair that she kept doubting him, not when he’d been nothing short of a product of her wildest dreams. “Ugh,” she sniffed, and Jim once again reached over to brush her tears away, “I’m sorry I keep….” Y/n shook her head and rolled her bleary eyes, “I keep doubting you. It must be so annoying,” she scoffed, still upset with herself, “I’m acting like such a baby.”

Leaning across, Jim kissed both of her tear stained cheeks before capturing her lips, “You’re not,” he promised, “Its been a rough few weeks and the way you feel could never be annoying to me.”

Y/n chortled softly through the tears, “I swear its the baby’s fault,” then, when Jim laughed off her comment, Y/n took a moment to let the events of the last fifteen minutes or so sink in, a brighter smile creeping to her cheeks, “We’re getting married,” she laughed.

Jim grinned broadly, “We are,” he caught her lips again in an impassioned endearment, “Why don’t we go for lunch to celebrate, whatever you want.”

“Uh….pizza?” She suggested, without even giving it a second thought.

“You wanna celebrate getting engaged with pizza?” He chuckled, eventually settling into his seat and getting the car started, “We had pizza last night,” and the day before, for lunch- Jellybean had recently decided that pizza was the only thing worth eating.

Pouting as she got her seat belt buckled, Y/n glanced over at Jim, “We can get something else, you’re probably sick of it.”

“Eh,” he shook his shoulders, smoothly backing out of the parking spot then shifting gears before turning towards the exit, “I did say whatever you wanted,” and maintaining one hand on the wheel, Jim reached over and touched the top of her stomach, “And my girls want pizza, so we’re having pizza.”

Laughing softly, she shook her head, the worries she’d had earlier slowly fading to the back of her mind. They’d still creep out every now and then, until she and Jim were given the concrete results of the investigation, but in that moment, Y/n much preferred just enjoying the rest of their day as a newly engaged couple.

After a very full day, and an evening spent at a local restaurant with his kids to announce their engagement, Y/n and Jim had opted to retire earlier than usual that night. Though, the prospect of sleep, despite the two of them being bone tired, was not immediate; she still wanted to video call with Elaine to share the exciting news and Jim had been adamant on upholding his promise to read to their daughter every night- that night, they were on chapter three of Black Beauty.

As Jim laid propped on his elbow, face close to her stomach and glasses slid down to his nose a bit, he held the book open in front of him, occasionally reeling it in closer to his chest so he could lean over and kiss her stomach. Meanwhile Y/n was slouched against a mass of pillows packed against the headboard, her phone resting on the swell of her cute bump as she waited for Elaine to pick up the call.

“Hey mama!” She beamed as she answered, and by the looks of her background, Y/n could tell that her friend was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of the apartment that they formerly shared, “What’s up? I saw your text about big news when I was about to leave the hospital.

“Oh it’s nothing,” Y/n waved dramatically, ensuring the camera picked up on her subtle- but still obvious- show of the gorgeous ring. “I just-”

“Wait,” Elaine cut her off, “Was that a rock on your finger? Let me see it!” She demanded enthusiastically. Biting back a fit of bubbly laughter, Y/n raised her left hand in front of the phone, properly displaying her engagement ring that time. “Oh. My. God!” Elaine squealed after a few seconds spent staring at it, “No way, No. Way! When? How? Where? Tell me everything.” Shifting against the pillows to get more comfortable, all while Jim read softly, with his lips close to her stomach, Y/n threaded her fingers through his hair while recounting the story to Elaine.

The more she thought about it, the more Y/n adored Jim’s proposal- with the exception of her spell of insecurity towards the beginning- it was everything she could want in a proposal. Quiet, casual and private. No fuss, no people around them clapping and asking if they wanted pictures taken, no huge grand gesture that cost way too much, just Jim promising to love her for the rest of their lives and her, saying that she’d do the same.

“Ugh,” Elaine moaned and pouted, “That is so cute! Is he there? Don’t lie to me, I can hear him reading,” she teased, and laughing softly, Y/n turned the phone so Elaine could talk to Jim, “Hi baby daddy!”

Jim chuckled, propping himself a little higher on his elbow while resting the book, open to his current page, face down on the bed behind him. “Hi Lainey,” he grinned, shaking his head, “You’d think I’d be more than ‘baby daddy’ after today.”

“Oh no, you’ve gotta marry her first. Then maybe, I’ll reconsider. But you did good with the ring,” she praised,

“Thanks,” he laughed. They didn’t talk for very long, but as usual, it was nice knowing that two people that were so important to her could get along so easily, When Y/n turned the phone back, She and Elaine chatted for a while again, before something in the background beeped, presumably the oven, and Y/n yawed, a tell tale sign that it was time to shut everything off. They said good byes and exchanged ‘I love you’s and by the time they were through and Y/n was shifting to put her phone down, Jim was also marking the page of his book.

“I think she likes this one,” he noted causally, kissing her bump before scooting up towards his pillow.

“She likes everything that you read to her,” Y/n giggled, still propped against the mass of pillows behind her. Then, smoothing her hands over her stomach, she added, “She just loves hearing her daddy.”

Jim grinned broadly, “She’s a daddy’s girl already- I love it.” When she started sifting lower, Jim helped her get her collection of pillows organized; a couple under her head, one framing her stomach and another between her legs, joking at some point that there were more pillows on the bed than people.

“She needs a name,” he declared after they’d turned off the lights and got settled in their usual spooning position; her back pressed to his chest when one of his arms remained draped over her middle.

“She has a name,” Y/n noted sleepy, resting one hand over his.

“We call her Jellybean. She needs a real name…..like Eleanor.”

“Or Sarah,” Y/n countered. She actually hadn’t given very much thought to a name since she’d gotten pregnant, but always had a few names stowed away in her mind that she simply liked– none of them was Eleanor.

Jim emitted a soft sound of disagreement, “Or…..something that’s not Sarah.”

Y/n scoffed through a yawn, “You don’t like Sarah?”

“Well, it doesn’t exactly sound like you like Eleanor.”

“Touche,” she chortled softly, yawning, "I am too tired to talk about this,” Y/n declared not long after, shutting her eyes. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he kissed the back of her head, then added, “Goodnight Eleanor.”

“Jim!” Y/n warned firmly, eyes still shut.

She could hear his grin when he corrected himself, “Fine. Goodnight Jellybean.”

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