#said kinda jokingly and flirtatiously

[valkyriesuggests]

But then there'd be no reason for you to spoil me.

Maybe if I sprawl out suggestively in bed--

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Bad Guy x Reader

I am currently in my Natural Born Killers nostalgia, and so I'm borrowing its vibes and bringing you this: a bad-to-the-bone, rock-and-roll attitude yandere who constantly makes you question your own morality. Featuring an old OC!

Content: gender neutral reader, violence, murder, male yandere

He fell in love with you at first sight. A goody two shoes, quiet and obedient. Shy. Oh, terribly shy. You couldn't even meet his eyes. He knew you were the kind others would step on, take advantage of. But there was more to it, much more to uncover.

Who was it? A relative, a friend, a coworker? You know, that person holding you back, keeping you in your place. The one who'd always make you feel small and insignificant. The one who would always find something to criticize. How did it feel when you found them on the ground, bashed in and bloodied up? He was standing above the lifeless body, catching his breath, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His way of courting you.

He looked so tall in that moment, towering above your hesitant self, his gaze of a confidence and intensity you'd never known before. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in", he said, gesturing towards a convertible he most likely stole earlier that day. What possessed you in that moment to join him without delay? Was it his charisma? Or did you know in the depth of your soul that he wouldn't take no for an answer?

You see, he's known it from the beginning. Someone like you needs someone like him. You’re a sweet little lamb lost among the wolves. The world would eat you right up if you were left by yourself. But now you have him. And he won't let his precious prey get away. Oh, dear, no. If he wants something, he gets it. And he's never wanted anything more than you.

"You didn't...even tell me your name", you sheepishly spoke up from the passenger seat, trying to keep your mind away from the crime you'd just witnessed. "Just call me Tig", he said casually with a yawn, speeding away. "Won't you be in trouble, Tig? Why would you even kill-" you tried to reason. "What kinda question is that? They treated you like shit and it pissed me off." He glanced at you with a frown, taking another drag off his cigarette. "You're mine now, so whatever happens to you is my business. Got it?" You just stared. Was that his way of asking you out?

Tig lives by his own rules, as you quickly learned from becoming his companion. Always on the run, indifferent to the world. For the most part, to your surprise, he's well-behaved. If people don't mess with him, he doesn't mess with them. Simple as that.

Anything involving you, however, sets him off terribly. Like a rabid, ferocious guard dog, he's ready to pounce on whoever approaches you the wrong way. Last week you stopped at a highway diner for coffee, and on your way back to your table, you jokingly pulled a clumsy dance move to the song playing from the speakers. Tig observed you with an amused smile, sipping from his cup. A passerby joined you, resting his arm on your waist flirtatiously. Tig's smile dropped in an instant, and next thing you knew, the whole place was splattered in blood. No one made it out.

"I didn't even finish my coffee", you whined, already used to the occasional massacre. The man hopped behind the counter and threw on a bloodied cap. "What will it be, sir/ma'am?" he pretended, dangling a takeaway cup and starting the espresso machine. "I never told you, but I used to be a barista", he declared proudly. An entirely different person from the unhinged killer you witnessed minutes ago. "What? You said you were a mechanic", you questioned with raised brows. "That's also true. I'm a jack of all trades, I suppose. You know what I'm best at, though?" He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours. "Pleasing you."

The man is romantic in his own way. He twists the key, and the engine stops. You follow him out of the car in confusion. "Why did we stop here?" He briefly lifts himself up onto the tall fence securing the bridge, and inhales deeply. "Isn't it a nice view?" he says, nodding ahead. It is a scenic sight, sure. The river slithers along the lush valley, and the setting sun gives everything a dramatic tint. "Give me your hand", he suddenly demands as he goes to grab it himself. Before you can ask for an explanation, he quickly drags a blade across your palm, and you wince in pain. He repeats the gesture with his own hand, locking his fingers with yours over the rail. You watch as fresh blood trails along your skin, eventually falling into droplets and vanishing into the river. "Now we're going to be everywhere", he remarks playfully. "Okay, but what was the point?" you insist, a little baffled.

"Isn't it obvious? Maybe this will help", he continues, procuring a ring from his pocket. "I'm saying I want to marry you, (Y/N)."

You open your mouth to answer, but he already slides it up your finger, eyes glimmering in excitement.

"You're never getting away from me, love."

[galamalion]

┈ ✧.* 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ summary﹕you meet luffy's older brother, ace, during breakfast with your crew. and, after an unfortunate day of classes, you and nami go for a night out on the town, meeting a strange older woman.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

┈ ✧.* chapters﹕[i] [ii] [iii] [iv]

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ w/c﹕3.6k

┈ ✧.* chapter iii﹕a barside discussion

“Ace!” Luffy shrieked, running across the cafeteria to tackle his older brother.

“Now’s your chance, Nami,” you whispered to the ginger.

A grin spread across her face as she turned to you, wagging a chastising finger.

“First rule of snagging a sugar daddy, my dear,” she jokingly scolded, “is making them come to you. I’ll let Luffy drag him over here, then I’ll pounce.”

“You’re one scary chick,” Zoro commented, mouth stuffed with rice.

“Is that any way to talk to a woman?!” Sanji snarled, slamming his fists down on the table.

“Thank you, Sanji,” Nami huffed, “and I prefer ‘opportunistic,’ for your information!”

You tuned out their tiny scuffle and instead began paying attention to the real fight in front of you, if you could even call it a fight.

Luffy was currently laying on the floor, having been thrown to the ground by his older brother, who was currently yelling at him, after his attempted bear hug. Maybe that’s how they showed affection in their family? The price of their medical bills during childhood might be the real terror in this situation, however.

Nami’s plan for Luffy bringing Ace over was almost correct, being that Ace was the one dragging Luffy over, having him draped over his shoulder.

“Well, well, these must be your friends, aye Luf?” he said, shaking Luffy by his ankle and throwing him to the ground

“Yep!” Luffy yelled, easily shaking off the sudden drop. “That’s Zoro, and that’s Sanji, and that’s Us—”

“And I’m Nami!” Nami interjected, stretching her hand out to shake. “I heard you’re quite the hockey player for Grand Line! Got any sponsorships lined up? Any brand deals?”

“Huh? I mean, yeah, occasionally. I usually blow it all in a week, though, so I’m kinda skint right now,” Ace said sheepishly.

Immediately Nami’s shoulders drooped as her expression fell flat, sinking back into her seat.

“So much for that,” she muttered, resting her chin on her hand, a scowl on her face.

You saw Vivi gingerly patting her back in an attempt to console her, though you weren’t sure she really understood why Nami was upset.

“And who’s this cutie?” Ace asked, clearly with flirtatious intentions in mind.

Interested in what might transpire, you looked up, only to see him looking straight at you.

“Oh, uh, I’m ____,” you stammered, trying to maintain eye contact.

“Ace,” he smirked, “though you probably already knew that.”

“Yeah, Luffy mentioned you in conversation already.”

“He mentioned me, huh? How much do ya know?” he questioned, raising a playful eyebrow.

“Just that you play hockey here and your major, I think,” you answered honestly, trying to recollect your prior conversations with Luffy.

“Sweet! I can still be the mysterious bad boy,” he celebrated aloud before turning back to you. “Well, ya got any interest in hockey? Thinkin’ about watching me play?” 

“I don’t know much about hockey…” you admitted, hoping it wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

Ace let out a barking laugh at that, surprising those at the table.

“All the more reason to come!” he said, grabbing a pen from his bag and scratching something down on a napkin.

“Here,” he offered the napkin to you, “if you have any questions, feel free to text me. Our next game is a week from now. I hope to see you then!”

“Hey!” Luffy pouted, poking Ace’s shoulder. “____ was my friend first!”

“Sorry, Luf!” Ace ruffled his younger brother’s hair. “Ya gotta call dibs on that kind of stuff, ya know?”

Luffy just gave him a puzzled look in response, clearly not gaining the meaning of Ace’s words.

“It was nice meeting you all,” Ace smiled, “you guys are all more than welcome to come to my game, but I’ll definitely be keeping an eye out for you,” he said, giving you a wink.

“And now I’m off! See ya, Luf!” 

Ace shoved a wet finger into Luffy’s ear, earning a shriek from his little brother as he sprinted away from your table, burning rubber with each step.

A moment of silence washed over your table, except for Luffy who was still upset over being wet-willied. Vivi was the first to break it, raising her hand as if to ask a question.

“Are all siblings like this?” she asked, genuine befuddlement crossing her face.

“Nope,” a unanimous decision by the group, it seemed.

Luffy climbed back up to the table, slouching in his spot and looking right up at you.

“Don’t be friends with him, ____!” Luffy demanded. “He doesn’t brush his teeth!”

“Is that the best insult you could come up with?” Usopp questioned.

“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re worried about, Luffy,” you reassured, “the smooth words from a jock won’t win me over that easily.”

Luffy seemed to feel a bit better after your words, a smile slowly rising from his prior frown.

Ace’s words might have enchanted any poor college student looking for a whirlwind romance, but you were aware this wasn’t a chick flick. Although he did seem nice, and you didn’t doubt that his offer was somewhat genuine, you knew he probably just wanted to get in your pants. But you had tests to study for and labs to complete, you couldn’t be bothered with that part of college. At least not yet.

“We should probably get going,” Sanji sighed, standing up from his seat, “we all have classes, right?”

Nami groaned, “Don’t remind me, I already wanna go back to bed.”

“Shit, you’re right, Sanji,” you jumped out of your seat, throwing your bag over your shoulder, “mine starts in ten minutes…”

“Get your ass going, then,” Zoro mumbled, grabbing his bowl of rice.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later, wish me luck!”

“Bye, ____!” Luffy waved excitedly.

You waved back at all of them, sprinting out to the building in which your next class was held. It was your chemistry lab, a rather dreaded topic. You weren’t sure what struck more fear into your heart, the fact it was for chemistry or that fact that it was a lab. Either way, you weren’t looking forward to this class.

It only took five minutes for you to arrive, giving you some time to look around at the lab. It wasn’t remarkable, definitely a step up from high school ‘labs,’ but no award winning experiments would be taking place here. Just enough for some college students to learn about chemical properties and processes.

Your classmates seemed rather unexceptional as well, but that might just be because you’ve been hanging around your strange friends so much. You’ve grown fond of that strangeness, and seeing the people around you act so normal felt dull in comparison. But that wasn’t their fault, you supposed.

There was one person that stood out to you, however. He looked older than the students here, maybe two or three years older than you? He had a leopard thing going on, with spots on his pants and weird hat. Judging by the lab coat he wore over his jacket, he definitely wasn’t a student for this class. Or maybe he was, and was just a total tryhard. But who were you to judge?

“Good morning, everyone,” the professor spoke, moving to stand directly in front of the class. “I’ll be your lab instructor for this semester. Today you’ll be calculating the density of…”

You quickly tuned your professor out, already knowing what the lab was about. Wasn’t that the purpose of the lab manual? If you read that, you’d probably be fine, right?

“You will have a lab assistant for this semester,” he gestured to Mr. Leopard Print, encouraging him to speak.

The man raised an acknowledging hand, “My name is Law, I’m a biochemistry major and junior here at Grand Line.”

Well, that explained the bags under his eyes. Would that be you in two years? 

“Feel free to ask him or myself any questions while working on this lab,” he instructed.

And with that, you got to work. It wasn’t hard, you were basically just running back and forth between the scale and your station, writing down numbers and prepping for the next step. 

You were, however, having a hard remembering how to read a graduated cylinder. Obviously you were reading from the meniscus, but were you rounding to one decimal place or two? You weren’t listening to the professor’s instructions, but you doubted that they mentioned it during their short lecture. Besides, it wasn’t a difficult question, or at least you didn’t think it was. Asking for help couldn’t hurt.

“Um, excuse me, Law?” you asked politely, turning to the lab assistant.

He glanced and moved towards you, giving your station a quick once-over.

“Sorry, but am I supposed to round to the first or second decimal place? I know it has the tenths place on it, but do I round to that or—”

“Two decimal places for the graduated cylinder,” he quickly responded, crouching down next to you to read your graduated cylinder. “Around 65.14 mL, I would say.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said, watching him stand back up.

Jeez, he really was tall, huh?

You marked the number down on your worksheet, continuing on with your lab. It wasn’t hard work by any means, but given a two hour time constraint you figured you could take your time. You’d rather be the last one done than have bad data, knowing how it would screw you over during calculations.

And the last person you were, rinsing off your lab equipment as the second-to-last student exited the lab, leaving you alone with your professor and lab assistant.

“I’ll have to go compile the class data, but you’re free to leave, Law.” The professor stood, grabbing his clipboard and walking into an adjacent room. 

Law nodded, tugging off his lab coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder, turning to you.

“You done?” Law gruffly gestured to your station, only clean beakers resting on top.

“Yeah, I just have to put these away. If you need to leave, you can, don’t worry about me.”

In response, Law dangled a pair of keys in front of you before crossing his arms.

“Sorry, gotta lock the lab up before I go,” he grunted, cracking his neck, “maybe you’ll keep this in mind for next lab.”

You flushed, embarrassed for wasting his time, hurriedly packing away your notebook and stuffing the glassware inside the drawer.

“Sorry,” you muttered, grabbing your bag and quickly leaving the lab—and Law—behind.

Your next classes were uneventful, and even more boring than your lab. Nobody to catch your eye, only people to compare answers with. Why couldn’t Luffy or Nami switch their majors? You didn’t even have a single class with Chopper, which made sense considering his premed goals, but shouldn’t your classes have collided at least once?

After finishing up your homework, you decided to shoot a text to Nami, knowing that Vivi was probably video-chatting with her dad right now. There was no way you were going to end your night on such a boring note, especially not after being totally embarrassed at your lab. And so, your fingers tapped on Nami’s name in your phone.

| You: hey nam, u free rn? | Read 7:38 PM | Nami: yea just got done w class! ♡ | Nami: need somethin sweetie? ;)

You chuckled at her seemingly flirtatious texts, sending another one her way.

| You: been feeling a little lonely without you baby ;( | You: wanna hang?  | Nami: name a time and a place and i’ll be there bay bee! | You: heard about a place called shakky’s rip-off bar?  | Nami: only if you pay!! ♡♡♡ | You: anything for u bbg  | Nami: meet u there asap!

And with that you tucked your phone away and made your way downtown to Shakky’s Rip-Off Bar.

The bar itself wasn’t anything special, judging from pictures you’d seen online. It was pretty simplistic, no side-rooms or flashy decorations, just a bar in the middle and some cushioned chairs and couches on the side. This wasn’t bad by any means, in fact, it made it the ideal area for a college hangout.

After a short walk downtown you reached Sabaody Street, walking down the sidewalk to get to the bar. Sabaody Street would best be considered a tourist attraction, at least if Red Line received any tourism. It had plenty of overpriced eateries, cafés to small restaurants between each business, which were also extremely overpriced for their services. It made Shakky’s Bar seem out of place, but you hadn’t seen its prices yet, not able to find them online. You could only cross your fingers and pray—

“Hey, babe!” a voice whistled. “Come over here and I’ll show you a good time!”

You immediately stopped in your tracks, throwing a sneer at your catcaller. Behind you, parked in front of a bar, was a gang of bikers. They looked a little older than you, varying from your age to at least four years older.

“A good time?” you scoffed, gesturing at his leather getup. “I don’t need drinks from some gimp who can’t find his dommy mommy.”

His expression faltered to shock, clearly not having thought you would snap back as quick as you did.

Before he could respond, you turned and walked away, catching a glimpse of fiery red hair exiting the bar before you stomped down the street and towards Shakky’s.

“Piece of shit,” you grumbled, shoving open the door to the bar, night ruined before you could even try to salvage it.

You glanced around the bar, spotting Nami sitting up at the bar, ordering from the bartender.

“You got here quick, Nam,” you greeted with a sigh, slinking down beside her.

The ginger faced you, instantly sensing your sour mood.

“Somethin’ happen, ____?” Nami pried.

You frowned, placing your hand on your chin and looking up at the bartender, “Could I get a water, please?”

The bartender nodded, filling you up a glass before stepping away briefly to polish some glasses.

“Just met a catcaller on my way here,” you admitted, taking a sip.

Nami’s face contorted to surprise for only a second before morphing to one of pure rage, standing up from the bar stool.

“Where at?! Are they close? I’ll make sure to turn their face inside out!” she barked, clenching the edge of the bar.

You quickly placed a hand on Nami’s back, ushering her back to her seat.

“Calm down, Nami,” you coaxed, “I gave him a piece of my mind already, I’d rather not watch my friend take on a gaggle of bikers…”

Nami slumped back into her chair, taking a swig of her mimosa.

“Well, I for one think I could take them out,” she pouted.

“And I would be careful with that attitude of yours,” the bartender interrupted. “You never know who you’re picking a fight with, and with the amount of gangs stumbling around in this city, your odds of pissing off the wrong people are pretty high.”

The two of you stared at the older woman, slightly surprised by her unorthodox wisdom.

“...Are you, like, a gang member?” you whispered, earning a dirty look from Nami.

“She wouldn’t tell us if she was,” Nami chided, “and besides, I’ve been involved in gang activity already, I don’t need a speech about it.”

The bartender laughed softly, setting her glass and cloth down next to her.

“No, I suppose I wouldn’t,” she confessed, “but as a bartender I do know a little more than even the average grunt. Let’s just say that liquor loosens lips, yeah?” 

You and Nami nodded slowly at her words.

“Name’s Shakky; I’m the owner of this here bar. Now, I know you young college kids can be impressionable, and with these gangs,” she lit up a cigarette, “only bad things can come about. Stick to your studies, and keep out of these silly squabbles.”

Nami's eyes shined, “Oh yeah? And what have you learned about these gangs, Ms. Shakky? Any rich ones?”

“Mrs. Shakky,” she corrected. “And they all make a substantial amount of money, from what I’ve been told.”

You listened to Nami and Shakky discuss the earnings of gangs, the former clearly looking for an easy cash cow. But you had your own questions.

“Are any of them affiliated with Grand Line?” you asked, fiddling with your glass.

Shakky went quiet for a second before answering, “Yes and no. I wouldn’t say one gang is solely within Grand Line University, but some members may happen to be enrolled. Whitebeard’s gang, for example, is assembled of many different individuals from all walks of life,” she took a drag of her cigarette, “whereas Mama’s gang are all from the same circle, so to speak.”

“Like, from the same neighborhood?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” Shakky nodded, “but it would be more accurate to say that they’re from the same womb.”

“So they’re literally a family?”

“Literally a family.”

“Where do they attend school?” You paused. “If they attend school, I guess.”

Shakky put out her cigarette, “The more esteemed members of Mama’s gang attend the Mary Geoiose Institute, but some choose a more active life in the gang.”

“I really can’t believe you’re just a bartender,” Nami interrupted.

“We all have a past, don’t we?” 

“Alright, alright,” Nami put her hands up jokingly, “we’ll take the tab now,”

“It’s on the house,” Shakky smiled, grabbing your glasses. “You gave me time to reminisce, and I consider that payment enough.”

“Sweet!” Nami cheered, grabbing her purse.

“Thanks so much, Shakky.” You passed a twenty dollar bill across the counter, only for Shakky to pass it back.

“Keep it, sweetheart, I doubt college is cheap,” she set the glasses in a sink, “just make sure to come by again, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, giving her a little wave before leaving.

You and Nami exited the bar, walking back down Sabaody Street. Despite the late hour, the street was bustling, nightlife in full action. The two of you passed by the dreaded bar where the bikers once stood, except now only one knocked-over bike remained, joined by a blaring ambulance.

“Oh jeez, what happened there?” Nami asked, rubbing her shoulder in concern.

“For once in my life,” you sighed, “I don’t wanna know.”

“Well, then neither do I!” Nami announced, carefully taking your hand as you walked back to your shared dorm.

The two of you approached your dorm room, gently knocking on the door before slowly opening it.

“Vivi…?” you whispered, peeking into your shared dorm.

Laying on the bottom bunk of the bed, sprawled out in blissful sleep was Vivi. You turned to Nami and placed a finger over your lips, instructing her to be silent.

Sneaking in on your tiptoes, you and Nami quietly put on your pajamas, using the light of your phones to move around.

“Goodnight, Nami,” you mouthed, crawling into your bed.

“Night,” she smiled, giving you a tiny wave from the top of her bunk.

The moment your head hit your pillows, you went out like a light, drifting off to sleep without hesitation.

“That bitch,” the leather-wearing biker spat. “The next time I see her fuckin’ face, I’ll make sure she doesn’t say no.”

“What the hell are ya makin’ a ruckus for?” a booming voice entered.

Exiting the bar was a massive young man, flaming red hair crowning the top of his head, a pair of goggles keeping any stray hairs from escaping. Following behind him was a similarly huge man, long, fluffy blonde hair flowing behind him and reaching down to his lower back, plain t-shirt barely keeping his muscles contained.

“C-Captain Kidd!” The biker quickly stood at attention. “Y-you shoulda seen this chick, actin’ like she was hot shit! When I catch her sorry ass, I’m gonna—”

“Hot shit, huh? What’d she do, spit on your mom?” Kidd barked, approaching the man.

“W-well, no, she—”

“She turned down your ass, didn’t she?” Kidd took another step towards him. “And now here you are, cryin’ and pissin’ yourself over it.”

“I-I just—”

Without another word, Kidd swung his arm up and punched his man straight in the face, knocking him flat to the ground, unconscious.

“Let’s go, fuckers!” he shouted, swinging a leg over his bike.

“Should we call an ambulance or something, Kidd?” the blonde asked, walking over to his own neon blue bike.

“The hell? Do I look like a charity?” he snarled. “We’re gettin’ outta here. Come on, fuck faces!”

Kidd pulled down his goggles and started up his bike, rushing out of the parking lot, followed by his gang of bikers.

“Some broad thinkin’ she’s hot shit, huh?” Kidd laughed to himself, “can’t believe I missed out on the action…”

The blonde pulled up beside Kidd, “I can’t ride forever tonight, Kidd, and I know you can’t either. We have classes, remember?”

“Come on, Killer,” he rolled his eyes, “live a little, why don’t ya?”

“You’re the one paying for the classes. Why attend Grand Line if you’re not even gonna show up?”

Kidd bit his cheek and grumbled, “Fine, we can quit it,”

“Alright, motherfuckers!” Kidd roared. “Fuck off home now! Don’t let me see your asses tonight again!”

Immediately the gang dispersed, each taking their own road home. Only two members were left following Kidd, in addition to Killer.

“Glad you saw reason, Kidd,” Killer grunted.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kidd snarled, staring straight ahead at the road. “Don’t expect anything else from me. I’m not a fuckin’ charity.”

tag list: @sylum , @dimplewonie

[dayziiducks]

Maybe we can..take up each others time 🕰️

m!crush x f!reader

desc : basically your awkward ahh crush taking you out for a study date.. ( this is very much based on when i fly towards you so credits to the show and you should defo watch it on netflix )

warnings : cursing, and uh maybe offensive to historical figures ?????

As the school bell rang i couldn't help but want to rush to pack my bags and leave. Of course i had so much excitement, (c/n) asked me out. Well, kind of. He asked me for help in history after school and how could I say no to his face ?? so he arranged a study session for us. just us. I was ecstatic, but incredibly nervous. "You’ll be fine (y/n). Remember why (c/n) asked you out in the first place. You’re and amazing person and he’s an idiot if he breaks your heart." (bf/n) reassured me. I couldn’t help but smile at her compliments. She’s been my best friend since kindergarten so hearing her say such nice things about me always hits different. "Thank you (bf/n), wish me luck !!" I said, before running off towards (c/n) who was exiting his math class.

The walk to the library was fun..we chatted about our cultures and our past experiences and it was actually pretty interesting. We reached the library and we started studying pretty much. We were studying history since we had a big test coming up. Then, "You know I saw a Raffles x Farquad fanfiction on Wattpad once?" (c/n) said casually. what the actual fuck. "what the fuck do you do in your free time (c/n) ???? IS THIS WHY YOU’RE FAILING HISTORY ??? DID YOU WRITE THAT THEY WERE DATING IN YOUR PAPER ???" I asked, completely baffled. ( this actually happened irl js not to me 😨 ) " uh. Maybe ???" (c/n) replied, smiling awkwardly. "oh my fuck (c/n) if you’re basing your history info on FANFICTION instead of our textbooks you might be beyond my help." I said half-jokingly. "Awh don’t say that (y/n) we all know how much you love me" he said with a flirtatious grin on his face. I kinda mentally freaked out at that I’m not gonna lie but if he sees that I did I’m never gonna hear the end of it. So I rolled my eyes jokingly and said "Maybe you should focus on our history lectures instead of focusing on me" Well that shut him up. (in a good way 😋)

The study session continued until about 6PM when we started to head home. I was walking out of the library when he tugged on my sleeve and I turned around to look at him. The sun was starting to set and he was looking into my eyes in a way my heart couldn’t handle. "uhh..I was wondering if you’d like me to tutor you in (subj/n). I know you said you needed help in it to (bf/n)…so I thought I could help.." he said shyly while averting his eyes. "Oh..but I don’t want to take up your time.." I said, not wanting to be a burden to him especially since he’s already failing a class. To that he replied, "well, if you tutor me in history then..maybe we can..take up each others time…?" he said awkwardly. God he’s so cute I can’t do this i’m literally gonna pass out and ascend to fuckin Celestia. "oh ! If you don’t mind then I’d love to be your study buddy" "yeah ?" he asked grinning boyishly. "yeah." I replied as we walked towards the bus stop. Study buddy…he’s not my boyfriend yet but it’s a good start. I don’t mind us taking up each others time anyway.

hii :) I hope you guys liked this cute little fanfic and I regret to tell y’all that I’m traveling soon so I won’t be able to update for 8-10 days but I will continue to update after I come back. Thanks for reading !! 😋

[hazzybat]

6 bokris pleasee 🩷🙏

...on a falling tear

I went for teenage BoKris for this one. I don't think I've ever written them as teenagers and I was absolutely a bit drunk writing this but I actually kinda love it. Enjoy!

Technically all of them had drunk before. They'd gotten drunk several times in fact even before Kris had turned 18, although he wouldn't tell his parents that. But there was something about tonight, as he was laying on his bedroom floor on the night of his 18th birthday that felt different.

Kris and Jan were sharing a bottle of Jack, at this point in the night taking sips straight from the bottle. Kris was already a bit past buzzed, his speech sloppy and head fuzzy.

He looked up at his friends on the bed, Bojan laughing too loud at a stupid face Jan pulled. He looked so pretty, his hair looking soft, his shirt mostly unbuttoned and his laugh carefree.

Kris felt his chest tighten. He wanted him. Wanted all of him so badly. Normally he could control it, control the way his heart raced every time Bojan glanced at him, that cheeky, jokingly flirtatious smirk on his lips. He could control his thoughts as they asked how Bojan tasted, what noised Kris could pull from him if they were alone in his bed.

Tonight though it was too hard. The reality of being 18, of being an adult and having to think about his future felt to scary. All he could see was Jan and Bojan. All he knew was he wanted them in his life forever and he wanted Bojan so much it hurt.

He sat up, his head spinning slightly as he dragged himself up and stumbled out the door and into the kitchen.

He poured himself some water and tried to ignore the thoughts in his head, the thoughts about kissing Bojan, about holding his hand and calling him his. He jumped when he heard a knock on the wall, spinning around to see his best friend standing in the doorway.

"What's up?" Bojan asked concerned, even if he was swaying slightly and his eyes struggled a bit to focus.

He couldn't stop the truth from pouring out of his. Couldn't hide the pain in his heart.

"I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?" Bojan asked, stepping closer, his hand reaching for Kris but faltering at the last minute.

"I can't pretend I don't have feelings for you." Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe the late hour but Kris couldn’t make himself care anymore. He needed Bojan to know. He couldn’t keep dancing around him, pretending every touch was platonic, pretending he didn't fantasise about growing old with him, having a family, having a life with him.

"I can't keep pretending I don't love you, more than anyone else." He felt hot tears escape his eyes and stream down his face, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I can't keep doing this so either tell me you love me too or reject me so I can get over you".

Kris couldn't make himself look at Bojan, couldn't bare to see his reaction. He didn't look until he felt lips on his cheek, kissing away the tears still falling. Bojan moved to his lips, pressing softly against his own, then harder, wrapping his arms around Kris’s waist, pulling him close.

Kris’s head spun. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the feeling of Bojan's lips against his that did it but he kissed back, his hand in Bojan's hair, unwilling to have his warmth leave him for even a moment.

"I love you Kris, so fucking much," Bojan said, voice horse and his own tears now falling freely. "I want you so much."

They kissed and kisses and kissed until Kris’s tears were dry and he felt drunk from a different, addicting chemical.

(Bonus bit?)

Kris had almost forgotten they had another member of their friend group until Jan burst in and threw up into the sink next to them.

He rinsed out his mouth and looked up at them, still in each other's arm against the counter.

"Did you finally confess your feelings?" Jan asked, a lopsided smile on his face.

[pacific-octopus]

Mercy x Moira - "Quite desperate...."

A/N: HI i uploaded this to my ao3 a few days ago and forgot to upload it here </3 also i deleted the catalyst x reader bc i thought it kinda sucked so i'm sorry if you liked that one 😭 besides that this was just some fluff that i came up with off the top of my head!

NOT PROOFREAD

“well, if it isn’t the angel herself… hard at work after hours i see?” a deep, somewhat flirtatious voice from behind angela calls out. she turns and glances up to see her colleague and partner, moira o’deorain. the taller woman was wearing casual attire, a black t-shirt, quite worn out jeans and some black vans.

angela rolled her eyes at that statement. it didn’t offend her per say, she just found the others teasing tone a bit silly. “if it isn’t the devil in disguise!” she retorts, giving the other a light nudge to the arm. this gets moira a bit amused, causing her to let out a chuckle.

“let me guess…” angela says as she brushes a bit of her platinum blonde hair from her face. “…you want to spend time with me, so i should stop working and give you attention?” she takes her glasses off, hooking them to the collar of her shirt. moira puts her slim, cold hand on the shorter womans arm and caressed it slightly which gave her a clear answer. “fine. one moment.” angela says quietly with a jokingly annoyed tone which gets a victorious hum from her lover.

as angela put some papers back into their designated files she felt arms wrap around her waist, causing her to get a bit flustered. “my dear, what are you doing?” she talks with a bit of shock as moira leans down and kisses her cheek. “am i distracting you, my beautiful angel?” she whispers into the others ear which makes angela roll her eyes yet again.

“you sure are desperate, liebling.” angela teases before standing on her toes to kiss her lovers lips gently. it only took a moment for her to pull away however. “will that hold you or do you want more? you know i’m a neat freak, i need to organize this or it’ll bug me all night.”

moira nodded slowly, resting her head against angelas shoulder. “may i continue holding you at least?” this gets a sigh from her lover, but eventually the other nods. “perfect.”

after angela finished sorting out a few medical documents with her wife clung onto her like a koala, she glanced up to moira. her pastel blue eyes met the multicolored eyes of the figure holding her. after a moment of silence and admiring each others presence, moiras long nails trailed up and down angelas back which got a shiver from her.

“dear…” angela whispers before putting a warm hand on the cheek of her lover, leaning in slowly and kissing her lips. the kiss lingered for quite a bit which allowed some thoughts to run through the head of moira, and they weren’t very positive.

after they pull away, angela looks at the other with a soft and loving glance before she realizes something was bothering her. “liebling… what’s wrong? did i do something?” she asks just above a whisper, pulling her arms away just in case it was her who made her partner feel this way.

after a bit of an uncomfortable pause, moira speaks in the same quiet tone, but with more anxiety. “angela, this is all… genuine, correct?” she says with anxiety laced into her voice. “i’ve never been so intimate before and i wish to know how you see us.”

when those words hit angelas ears, she simply looks at her lover with a caring smile and begins… “moira, my dear, you’re the most important thing in my life right now. it’s not overwatch or my medical work, i care about you.” moira nods slowly, listening to her go on before angelas lips gently pecked her cheek.

moira laughs quietly at angelas reaction, her cheeks a little pink “my angel, you’re quite the poet. but really… thank you… this means the world to me. and all the things you said, i can say about you as well.”

“i love you, okay?” angela cups the face of her partner, leaning in for another quick kiss before her hands went down to hold moiras. “lets go back home, okay? i’m getting quite tired of being in this office.”

[crazyf0rswayze]

Fixer Upper pt5

DARRY'S POV

I woke up with Y/n in my arms. She was still asleep. I just looked at her, she looked so cute and peaceful as she slept. Her head was resting on my chest, and I wondered if she found listening to a heart beat calming.

"Mmmmhhh" the pretty girl groaned out as she woke up

"Hey baby" I say softly as she looks up at me

"Hey pretty boy" Y/n said wrapping her arms around my neck and pecking my lips

"You want some breakfast? I can make you some eggs?" I suggested

Y/N POV

I loved waking up in Darry's strong arms. I remember as I fell asleep, listening to Darry's heart beat. It was calming.

"Yea sure, I'd like that" I reply to his suggestion

"Great. Why don't you change, and then I'll get started on cooking" the pretty man said looking into my eyes. I loved men who could hold eye contact...

"Ok hun" I say getting up. Before I do, I see Darry smile at the nickname I gave him. He kisses my cheek before grabbing his jeans and a clean shirt to put on. He walks out after putting his clothes on, and then I get changed. I take his oversized shirt off, and slip my bra back on. I get into my dress, and zip it up before grabbing my jean jacket.

DARRY'S POV

"Hey man, did ya get lucky" Dallas says moving his eyebrows up and down.

"No, we just slept in the same bed ok? And why do you wanna know about my sex life Dal" I ask grabbing some eggs from the fridge

"I don't, I was just wondering if you got some" He said as Y/n walked out of the room

"Hey. Oh by the way, how do you like your eggs? Scrambled, sunny side up, deviled?" I ask the girl before kissing her cheek. If I could, I would make out with her right then and there.

"Scrambled is fine hun" She says standing behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist. She wasn't quite tall enough to put her head on my shoulder, so she just rested it on the side of my arm. I chuckle at her actions

"I'm not gon' be able to make you breakfast if your head is right on my arm" I say smiling down at her.

Y/N POV

I pout at Darry after he comments about the inconvenient placing of my head on his arm. I move away from him, and sit on the kitchen counter.

"You're the only person who's allowed to do that" Darry says looking at me and smiling

"Oh..I-I can move" I say getting ready to hop down

"No darling, it's ok" He says smiling and continuing to cook.

I just kinda watched him as he cooked. I also really like men who can cook. Another thing to add to the reasons why I love Darry. But I don't really know why I didn't talk to his friends, I guess because they all had their own conversations going.

DARRY'S POV

"Dar, how come Y/n gets to sit on the counter and I can't!?" Sodapop asks

"Because she's just so SO special Sodapop" Two-bit says looking at Soda

"Two-bit, you know not to tease him when it comes to girls" Dallas says jokingly

"How do you deal with them" Y/n asks jokingly in a whisper, looking at me

"To be honest, Y/n, I have absolutely no idea" I say looking at her before putting her eggs on a plate.

"Here" I say nodding towards the plate I prepared for her. I give her some silverware too. I grab the chocolate cake and give her a slice. I cut a slice for myself, and put it on a plate along with some eggs.

"You boys can have some cake!" I yell to my friends

I sit down with Y/n at the dining room table, away from most of the noise

Y/N POV

I sit with Darry in the dining room to eat

"So...how'd you sleep" I ask taking a bite of my eggs. I hummed at the taste, he had seasoned them a little, and it tasted really good.

"Great, especially with you in my arms" He replies flirtatiously. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks.

"Yea?"

"Yes darling. How'd you sleep hun" He asks taking a bite of his chocolate cake

"Good...real nice being held in your arms" I say flirting back. It was his turn to blush. He looked down as he blushed, and then we both started eating in a comfortable silence

"Darry, we're gonna play some football out in the lot" Ponyboy says

"Ok buddy, I'll join soon ok?" Darry replies looking at his kid brother

"Cool..." Pony says walking away.

Darrel and I finish our food and he takes our plates and places them in the sink.

"Do you want me to take you home now or later? I could just bring you when I go to work." Darry asks

"W-well I want you to be able to play football with your friends so I guess I'll go home now. A-and I don't want my parents worried" I say looking at him

"Are you sure?" He asks

"Yea. I'm sure Darry." I say kissing his cheek an grabbing his hand

DARRY'S POV

I kinda felt bad that Y/n was worried about me being able to play football. We were out the door, and I stop and turn to her

"You don't have to go now, I have plenty of opportunities to play football. In fact, I'd like to spend a bit more time with you" I say looking down at her pretty face

"I really don't want my parents too worried. A-and you don't have lots of opportunities...Darrel you work two jobs. I want you to just have a little fun before your spend the day working. And plus, you'll see me at work because you're literally working on MY house. And I'm sure my parents will let me see you again tonight. We're really not doing much because we just want to make sure money will be ok so we can pay for all the work being done." Y/n said looking right back into my eyes.

She goes up onto her tippie toes and pecks my lips. I go insanely red as I hear cheers from behind us. The boys had been playing football at the lot not too far behind us. They cheer and whistle at us. Y/n starts laughing and then we turn so we can continue walking to her house. After a bit of walking we arrive and she lets go of my hand. She kisses me lips, before saying bye.

"I had a nice time last night. And thanks for letting me have breakfast at your house. I'll see you later ok?" She says

"Yea, I'll see you later pretty girl" I say with a smile

She kisses my cheek one last time before walking into her house. Gosh...I loved her so much. I, for the first time in my life, am head over heels for a girl.

[crossover-enthusiast]

Alright. I don't have this one copy and pasted like I did with the first timeline though, so this may take longer.

So the timeline begins with a complete reset. Kevin, Streber and Ethan are all driving to a nearby arcade place as if nothing had ever happened. They seem to even be acting as if nothing ever happened too, and they're chatting like friends as they drive to said place. They eventually get to said place after a while, and nothing much happens. They play games, eat some food and drink some soda, etc.

But toward the end of their visit, Kevin gets a vampire plushie from a claw machine. Figuring Streber would want it more, he decides to give it to him. He jokingly remarks that Ethan probably wouldn't want it considering he was less into Halloween than Streber was, and Ethan jokes back as well.

The next day though, Ethan happens to beat Kevin at a game of cards. And basically embarrases Kevin a little by successfully outsmarting him during the game. Kevin is like mildly upset about this, but not too upset. The very night on this particular day though, he's hungry, so he decides to stop by a nearby resturant that is called Gothic Gourmet. The resturant is pretty simple. It's just a place where all the waiters dress up like Vampire Gothic waiters and it has kind of a Wednesday Addams aesthetic.

But as Kevin is eating at his table alone, a waiter happens to come up to his table. A.. very familiar waiter in fact. Kevin sees the waiters appearance, and immediately mistakes it for possibly Ethan because of the way the waiter appears. But he immediately learns after exclaiming Ethan's name that it's well.. not Ethan. The waiter clarifies that his name is Leon, and Kevin is like "...oh." and immediately sees that he was wrong considering Leon seemed pretty muscular compared to Ethan.

The two slightly converse, only to find that they both kinda happen to know eachother. They rarely talk, but Kevin is aware of the fact that Leon is friends with Ethan. Kevin asks how come Leon is working at the resturant, to which Leon replies that its easy money. And well.. honestly, fair.

After they talk a little more, and after Leon makes a slightly flirtatious comment toward Kevin, the two say their casual goodbyes and Kevin continues eating. And eventually, he leaves.

The next day, Kevin brings up his encounter with Leon to Ethan and Streber while they're walking on the sidewalk together. It's pretty normal, and they talk about how Leon is as a person and stuff. But later that day, the three decide to cook something while Kevin is staying over, but Ethan decides to turn it into a competition for some reason. They begin to compete against eachother due to Ethan, and.. well, Kevin fails because Ethan basically ends up sabotaging Kevin and Strebers cooking.

(I'll stop so ya can read. This timeline is a little slower compared to the first one when it comes to the horror, but oh well kdjems,)

Oooooo

Honestly the slower pace is fine by me! We get silly slice of life before Shit Gets Real

Interesting that the vampire plushie shows up again

Also Leon dressed as a vampire oh my 😳

[finelinevogue]

what if at some point davide tries to talk to y/n flirtatiously and harry gets kinda jealous (even tho y/n is clearly not interested in davide).

anon: Harry would be terrified to loose Y/N to Davide at the end of episode 2🥺

oh god poor h :(

It was the just after lunchtime on day two when Davide asked you for a chat.

Harry had just made you a smoothie, even though you hadn't asked him too, and it was so delicious. He made sure you drank all of it, so that you wouldn't become dehydrated, before he went to the kitchen to clean up.

As Harry had left you sitting on the beanbags, Davide asked whether he could sit down for a talk.

He was making his way around all the girls today because tonight he would get the opportunity to steal a girl away from their already man, to join him in creating a new couple. It terrified you the thought that he could so easily ask you into leaving Harry.

"Hi. How are you?" He asked you, sitting down next to you.

You looked over at Harry and noticed he had caught sight of you and Davide. He didn't want to make his distress obvious, but you could tell that he wasn't best pleased. Even though it had been less than 24 hours with each other, however, you were very trusting of one another.

"I'm good and how are you?" He asked.

"Hot!" You joked, but Davide barely cracked a smile let alone a laugh. Clearly you weren't on the same wavelength with banter.

Yes, he was objectively pretty but you hated the fact that he knew that too. He was too up his own arse for him to be attractive for you. You preferred Harry because he was humble with himself and just genuinely down to earth.

"How are things? Tell me how you're feeling right now."

"About you, or?" You questioned, watching him puff out his chest more. Like that was going to make you more attractive mate...

"If you want to yes."

"If I'm being completely honest with you, I'm not greatly attracted to you and I am very comfortable with being in a couple with Harry." You believed in honesty being the best policy and you weren't going to lie to Davide, or yourself, just because it might bruise his ego.

"Harry is a good guy?" He asked.

"Yeah. He's just really lovely and we get along really well. I want to get to know him some more before reaching out to anyone else I think." In reality, you couldn't see yourself coupling with anyone that wasn't Harry. You were far too into him to not be with him. And it was terrifying that this was only day 2.

Was this normal?

"Fair enough." Davide left it at that.

.....

"I saw you and Davide having a chat earlier." Harry said to you whilst you were sat around the campfire.

"Yeah, I think he wanted to know if I was interested in him or not."

You sat close enough to Harry that you could play with a stray thread on the end of his shorts. Harry didn't say anything to you about it, but he thought it was the cutest thing. He swore his heart burst with every tiny action that you took.

"What did you say?"

"That I was comfortable with you and didn't want to ruin this." You gestured between the both of you.

Instead of saying anything, Harry started grinning like a cheshire cat. He was so cheeky without even realising.

"Tone down the smile." You said jokingly, pretending to roll your eyes.

"I can't. I'm flying high with how into me you are."

"Ok stop, otherwise I'll go back to Davide.."

You began to stand up, but Harry wrapped an arm around your waist before you could fully stand and pulled you back down to land in his lap. You laughed upon impact and Harry laughed at how stupid and childish the two of you were together.

.....

It had come to Davide choosing his new girl.

You were all sat around the fire pit in the evening heat. Everyone looked tense and worried, except for Davide who had a smug look on his face.

You and Harry were sat the closest together out of all the couples, unlike Liam and Gemma who were sat very clearly apart. The others sat close, but you were nearly sat on Harry's lap. He had an arm possessively wrapped around your waist and one of your hands was placed on top of his knee.

Both of you were silently claiming one another.

It was known around the villa that you two would be the couple to compete with. It was only day 2 too.

"The person I would like to couple up with is..." Davide started and elongated his pause.

1 HOUR BEFORE

"If Davide picks you, I promise I will get you back." Harry said, both of you pouring another drink.

"Don't make promises like that." You sighed, already hating the thought of being picked. You only hoped that you'd made it clear enough to Davide that you did not like him in that way and you especially didn't want to be parted from Harry.

"Screw that Y/N. I am not letting you go without a fight." He said crossly, frustrated about the unknown.

You let your head lean into his chest and he hugged you tight as if it would be your last one together.

".... Gemma."

You physically let out a breathe of relief and Harry's arm lessened in grip as Davide revealed his new girl.

You turned around and looked at him and Harry looked right back at you. Without saying anything to each other you just knew. You knew that you would be alright.

[emilymaxximoff]

The World; Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

CW: Fluff, Two violence, Swearing, Mention of drinking, Mention of ED when talking about Heathers

Prompt: "We're just friends." "You're joking they look at you like you're their whole world."

A/N: I kinda hate this but I invested way to much time into this to not to post it. I once again did not proof read (oops but honestly I probably never will lol) I really hope y'all like it. This is like so much fluff I swear I had a direction I was going in. Maybe I'll try to write a spicy something next lol. Reminder everyone is like at least 18 or 19. Anyway love y'all.

"Fuck!" you yelled as you used your knife to make a hole in a walkers brain. A horde had attacked your group out on a run. Everyone was fighting for their lives but all you could think about was Carl. What would happen to him if you didn't come back? Would it matter? Would he care? You two had been best friends forever and had never gone on a run without each other before. You had feelings for him and if you died now all of that was over. He would never know. You still wondered why all you could think about was him as you dug your blade into another walkers head, fighting for your and the rest of your groups lives.

Suddenly someone grabbed your arm and screamed your name. "Y/N come on we have to get to the car!" Enid was dragging you to the van you all had ridden in while Daryl and Carol covered you as you made a mad dash for the van. You violently opened the door and pushed Enid through before hoisting yourself through the door of the van, climbing into the back grabbing Daryl's gun from him as he hopped into the drivers seat and started the van to speed out of there. In hindsight it was a terrible idea to only bring your knives and handgun to this run but god you loved that shotgun and now you had an excuse to use it. You had tried to steal it from Daryl before but he had always managed to steal it back. We opened the windows and shot at as many walkers as we could as Daryl sped through the horde. When we finally got out of the horde and on a clear path back to Alexandria I sighed.

"Fuck dude, I thought I was gonna die back there. Yo, Daryl you sure I can't steal this?" you joked, holding up his shotgun.

Daryl jokingly rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming, Y/N."

The group got out of the van hauling the small amount of supplies you all had secured out in your backpacks and walked in the gates of Alexandria. Rick greeted us with confused look as the group were covered in more blood and guts than normal.

"What happened guys? Why are you all so dirty?" Rick inquired.

"Got inta a bit of a scruff with a horde of walkers. Sorry we didn' get much this time but at least we made it back." Daryl replied.

"That's alright. Is everyone clean?" He looked us up and down as we all nodded. "Ok then, what have ya guys got for us at least?"

Daryl continued on a conversation with Rick and Carol as they emptied their bags while you and Enid crouched nearby emptying your bags as well. You gently nudged Enid with a wide grin on your face and giggled. "How much do you wanna bet Daryl is gonna call Rick sweetheart one of these days."

"Oh I would bet my life on it." she laughed back.

As you both giggled you turned your head and saw Carl coming up the road to greet you both. Your smile widened even more. You had made it back to him but the words to tell him how you felt would evaded you once again. You saw Enid straighten her clothes and adjust her hair in preparation for his hello.

"Hey Carl!" Enid said as she attempted to give him a flirtatious smile.

"Hey Enid." Carl replied giving her a quick hug before turning to you and smiling wide before saying loudly saying, "Y/N! You made it back alive." He gave you a long hug picking you up off the ground and laughing as he swayed with you in his arms. "God damn you are just covered in guts. What the fuck did you do this time."

"Jesus" you giggled. "Why do I always get blamed for this shit? What about Enid she was there too asshole?"

"Yeah but you're the fuck up"

"Fuck you." you said as you punched his arm. God he was infuriating but you loved it. He was your best friend in the whole world and everything he did and said gave you butterflies. You would die for this one eyed boy.

Enid suddenly spoke up forcing a small smile. "Hey guys how bout Y/N and I go clean up then we meet up before the town get together tonight."

"Sounds good to me." Carl replied. "See you guys in like an hour or two?"

"Yeah, sounds great see ya"

"Bye Carl." you said as you turned back to Enid. "Hey can I just come back to your place to take a shower? I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie till then. I think we deserve it."

Enid grins. "Yeah I think we do. Come on let's go."

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You sat on the couch next to Enid watching Heathers. Your wet hair lay on your t-shirt you had stolen from Enid. She had let you borrow her clothes so you didn't have to go back to your room across town in the Grimes house where you lived but at this point you owned more of her clothes than your own.

"It just baffles me how people would throw up their perfectly good food." Enid commented.

"Yeah it's weird but I get it. Beauty was a big thing back then they cared if they looked like a model and not whether they could kill a bitch." You replied trying to make a joke at the same time.

"Isn't this movie about killing bitches though? Like that's the whole plot." Enid giggled. You had both watched this movie 100 times but somehow it always ended in this conversation but you weren't one to complain. Movies were scarce in the apocalypse and you were happy to even have a few, or electricity for that matter.

"Enid..." you laughed as you heard a knock at the door.

"I got it." Enid said as she jumped out of her seat and made a dash for the door. You knew it had to be Carl and the way Enid always acted around him you knew something had to be going on. Maybe that's another reason you kept all of your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to hurt Enid and you thought she had a better chance than you ever could.

"Hey guys, are we ready to go?" Carl asked standing in the door way peering into the living room.

"As long as Enid is ready so am I." you replied looking towards Enid for conformation and she nodded. You hit the power button on the remote and got up from the couch to make your way over to the door Enid and Carl were standing at.

The three of you walked down the street towards the town center. The sun shone off the water in the quarry as you walked toward it. You all laughed as you joked and got to be young adults for once. There was almost no times like these. Times where you could just live and enjoy life. Times where you weren't fighting for your life. As you walked down the street Carl continuously bumped into you lightly grazing your hand gently each time as you all hysterically laughed.

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You sat next to Enid on the couch with a beer in your hand. Your social battery was almost gone and it was late. You knew you would be going home soon. Carl was over talking to his dad and you finally had a second to breathe and take in how he made you feel. You spent the whole party making sure to not let him know how you felt. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Enid sighing loudly.

"Why do you have to be so fucking charismatic and prefect?" she said as she leaded back into the couch.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Just you being you and Carl is literally in love with you and I'm just so fucking jealous all the time."

You looked at Enid with wide eyes. You couldn't believe your ears. Your mouth hung open and you let out a small scoff in amusement. "What are you talking about? I am not perfect. And Carl? We are just friends. He probably has a thing for you. I promise he does not.... love me."

"Oh please." she said as she lazily rolled her eyes at you. "You have to be joking. He looks at you like you're his whole world. I keep throwing myself at him and all he can look at his your perfect ass."

"I-" you stuttered. You never wanted to hurt Enid.

"Save it. I'm not mad at you. I'm jealous sure. Maybe mad that I can't be you but I could never be mad at you for that." She looked at you gently smiling but you could see the pain in her eyes. "Listen, I can be a real bitch some-, most of the time but I like and care about you. You have been the best friend I have ever had and if giving up my pride so my best friend and the guy I like can be happy together, then so be it. And before you start denying it I can tell you like him too so just get with him and get it over with. I hate watching you guys dance around it."

"Enid, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you." you stared at your lap. "I'd never purposely hurt you, ever."

You fumbled with your hands, a habit you had picked up after the apocalypse. You looked up over towards Carl. You really did love this boy. You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You didn't want to hurt Enid but you wanted to be with Carl. You wanted to feel his hands on your waist as he kissed you. You ached to kiss his soft lips and look into his eye. You wanted to tell him you loved him and to hear that he loved you back. You wanted to hold his hand and never let go. You suddenly realized you were staring when Carl looked back at you with a wide grin on his face. He started to walk over and you realized finally what was happening. You looked over to Enid, slightly panicking.

She smiled back at you then leaned in and whispered, "You got this. You should tell him tonight."

"Hey guys what are you talking about?" Carl said as he stood in front of the couch.

"Nothing important just how we should find somewhere to get new summer clothes most of my clothes are in Y/N's closet." Enid replied lying through her teeth. You smiled at her thankfully.

Carl looked back at you with a concerned look. "Hey Y/N are you ok? You look like you're about to cry."

You were about to cry, but you couldn't let Carl know that. He would ask why and you were not looking to lose your shit in front of this room full of people. "Yeah I'm just really tired." you managed to mumble.

"Oh ok. How 'bout we walk back together? I wanted to go back to the house anyway."

"It's ok I don't want to take you away from the party if you're having fun so I'll-"

"No I want to." he interrupted you. "Please let me."

You looked up at him and nodded. You really did want to leave. You looked over at Enid for approval. You didn't want to leave her in the dust. "Are you gonna be ok if we go?"

"Yeah go ahead. I think I'm gonna get fucked up and make some poor decisions like a bitch." she said giving you a smile and a sarcastic wink.

You rolled your eyes at her with a smile on your face as you let out a snort through your nose. You slowly got up from the couch to stand by Carl and turned around to face Enid. "Ok just don't make too bad of decisions. I'll see you tomorrow. And thank you, for ya know everything."

She scrunched her nose and smiled. You turned around and started to walk out of the house next to Carl. As you walked out the door Carl looked back at you to make sure you were following him. You walked silently next to Carl towards the Grimes house looking down at your feet and wondering if Enid was right about the way Carl looked at you. You looked over at Carl and all you could think about is how much you wanted to hold his hand and feel his soft lips on yours. As you and Carl walked up to the house, Carl turned to you and smiled. "You're still wearing Enid's clothes. I guess she was right about you stealing all her clothes." he smirked at you. "It's ok. You look better in them anyway."

"Thanks." you laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that though. She'll beat your ass."

You made your way up the stairs and towards your room but before you could get there a voice calls your name from behind you.

"Y/N. Hey wait. Can we talk?" Carl asked

You turned around with your hand still on the door knob. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Had he heard your conversation with Enid from across the room? Did he not feel the same? Was he in love with Enid? "Yeah what's up?" you asked trying to sound as cool and collected as possible but your voice still broke imagining the worst.

"I know you aren't just tired. I can tell something else is going on. I see it in your eyes. You know you can tell me anything. I would never judge you." He cupped your face in his hands wiping a tear off your face. "Did Enid say something to you? Was she being a bitch?"

"No no nothing like. Quite the opposite really." you quickly reassured him.

"You seemed fine before you talked to her so if it's not that, what is it?"

You tightly closed your eyes and bit your lip to try to suppress your tears but it wasn't working. "Can we maybe talk in my room? I feel like I need to sit down."

"Yeah of course. Anything." he said as he moved his hand from your arm to your hand and squeezed it tightly. He took his other hand and cupped your face wiping tears away once again. You lead him over to your bed and sit down. He can feel your hands shaking in his hand and he holds them tighter. "It's ok I promise you can tell me anything."

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes gaining the courage to tell him how much you loved him. Enid's words replayed in your head 'you should tell him tonight' and you finally took your last deep inhale and ignored the pit in your stomach to finally tell him how you felt. "I am mildly, well very upset because of something Enid said but it's not because it was mean. It was weirdly nice and selfless of her to put aside how she felt for my feelings. She told me she was jealous of me and the way you looked at me. She said you looked at me like I was your whole world. I've never noticed it before and part of me thinks she's wrong because I just don't see how you could ever like me. I thought you might have feelings for her because well, she's Enid but there is another part of me praying and hoping that she is right because I ya know like you..." you paused quickly readjusting your words. "You know what no. Fuck it. I'm already this deep in, I love you and thinking for even a split second that there was even the slightest chance that you might feel the same, that you might, love me too made me so happy. I have loved you ever since I moved into your house. I have thought about what it would be like for you to kiss me, and look me in my eyes and tell me that you fucking love me too. You don't have to feel the same way and I am so sorry if I ruined our friendship but when you asked I had to tell you and Enid said to do it tonight so I guess fuck me I did it." you said sobbing.

"Y/N please don't cry." Carl said lifting your chin and staring in your eyes before pulling you in and kissing your lips. His lips were soft and warm. He started gently but deepened the kiss by the second making you feel safe and secure. You had never been happier. He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours with his right hand holding your face and his left still holding your hand. You positioned yourself the same holding him close. "I look at you that way because you are my whole world. I love you more than anything. I have loved you ever since you became part of our group but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn't like me back either. I love you so much Y/N. Please don't ever leave me."

You smile, happy tears streaming down your face, taking all your stress away as they fell off your skin. "Never Carl. I will never leave. I mean it."

Carl kisses you again and finally you are happy. In his arms you feel no harm can come to you. You pull away and look at Carl barely able to contain the cheesy grin you are trying to suppress. There is nothing that could ruin this.

"Hey, can I maybe stay in here and cuddle with you tonight?" Carl asked nervously but he was almost sure of the answer.

You couldn't hold back your grin anymore and you laughed quietly. "I guess so but on one condition."

"What's that."

"You make this a regular thing. You don't get to sleep here only once."

He laughed and replied "I think I can work with that beautiful. You have got yourself a deal my love."

As you drifted off to sleep wrapped in Carl's arm you realized you have never been this happy in your life, not even before the outbreak. Enid had done the most selfless thing she could and now you were laying with the man you loved, warm and cozy.

[outerspaze]

Really short zuko x male reader fic lmao

i kinda wrote this as i came up with it so it’s not that great

“What’s wrong?” Zuko inquired with you.

“Nothing. I’m fine,” you snapped at him.

“Well, considering that tone of voice something must be on your mind. You can talk to me, you know,” Zuko replied softly. He didn’t want to seem rude by calling out your attitude, because usually you weren't rude unless something was plaguing your mind.

“It’s stupid but if you want to know then fine I guess.”

“Of course I’d want to know. I care about you a lot, you know.”

“My friend just told me that he didn’t want to be friends anymore. He said that I’m too annoying and he only wanted to be friends because he wanted to get with me,” you took a deep breath in, trying not to start crying. “He said that I wasn’t worth dealing with even if I had a nice body.”

Your attempts to hold back your tears had failed, and you started crying uncontrollably. You started breathing in and out in short, quick breaths.

Zuko quickly brought you into his arms. He rubbed your back and tried to soothe your sobbing the best that he could.

“That isn’t a stupid reason to be upset. That asshole doesn’t deserve your time,” He told you while trying his best to hold back the rage in his voice. No one should ever be able to talk to you like that.

“He was right, though. I’m really annoying, aren't I?”

You starting mumbling words of self-loathing; saying things about how you were just a burden on those around you.

Zuko couldn’t stand hearing you talk about yourself like that. He quickly and without thinking held your face in his hands and kissed you in the hopes that you’d stop saying those things.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. That was so rude of me I should have asked I’m sor-”

You quickly cut him off by kissing him back. You’d been friends for a very long time, and you’d always had a bit of a crush on him, but you never knew what to do about it. Zuko had always seemed very out of your league, and was he even gay, anyways?

“Will you stop being so mean to yourself, now?” Zuko asked you somewhat jokingly but still serious.

“Maybe if you kiss me again,” you replied flirtatiously.

Zuko put one of his hands around the back of your head and the other on your waist, pulling you in again. He kissed you slowly and sweetly. Both of you kissed and never wanted to pull apart, but eventually you had to take a break to breathe.

“I really love you, you know. I love your cute face and even if you are annoying sometimes I still love it. I love every part of you and I always will,” Zuko spoke quickly, staring deep into your eyes.

Tears started to slowly fall down your cheeks again, to Zuko’s concern.

“Did I make you upset? If you don’t like me back it’s totally fine! We can still be friends I don’t mind!”

“It’s not that it’s just, nobody’s ever said that to me before,” you choked out, trying your best to get a handle on your breathing.

Zuko pulled you in for a hug and started running his hands through your hair. It was like everything you’ve ever dreamed about.

“I’ll say it over and over again,” He spoke softly in your ear, “I love you.”

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catch me writing so much zuko x male reader fluff. i’m a hugeeeee zuko simp it’s not even funny

[joostsblog]

strawberries on a summer day [tom holland smut one shot]

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Description: “What? Taking your tinder date to a secretive romantic spot was not supposed to end up in you fucking said date relentlessly?”

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: reposting bc first post flopped with like 5 notes (potentially bc I used a banned tag?)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), extended warnings under the cut

Extended warnings: (semi)public sex, rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected sex, kinda bratty sub!reader

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Your bare thighs were rubbing against each other under your short summer dress as Tom was following close behind you making your way over to the fruit section.

“Please, we have to get strawberries,” you said excitedly as you already scanned the display for the reddest berries. “maybe blueberries as well?” You picked a pack of them and turned around to look at your tinder date.

“Sounds good to me,” Tom smiled at you. “We should get some cold drinks!”, he suggested and you nodded in agreement.

It was only your second date, but you had a good feeling about Tom. You never expected the British actor to show up on your phone screen as you were swiping through a dating app - less alone actually texting him and subsequently going out on a date with him. But you immediately hit it off with each other and one thing led to another.

Now you were seeing each other again after you spent last Thursday giggling over drinks at a bar together. Tom greeted you with an even longer hug today than the one that you shared when you said goodbye last week. He had suggested you’d go picnicking together - he promised you he knew a perfect spot not too far away. So you agreed to pack a blanket and now you were at the supermarket grabbing some snacks together.

Tom’s hand softly grazed yours as you both went to open the door to the fridge that you both approached. You wished his touch lingered longer as the two of you exchanged short glances. You grabbed a can of soda, the condensation cooling your fingers after Tom’s hot touch.

Tom insisted he’d pay for the things you both got at the supermarket. As you stepped out again the sun shone brightly down on you - barely any clouds could be seen in the sky - and the air wasn’t cold anymore due to the lack of air conditioning outside.

“This way,” Tom instructed as you could feel the touch of his hand ever so lightly on your back, just where the low cut out of your dress exposed your bare skin. As you arrived at his car he opened the door for you and held out his hand for you to take.

“Quite the gentleman,” you noted pleased as you got into the seat.

“Of course,” Tom insisted.

As Tom started the engine, you put on a pair of sunglasses. Music was blasting through the speakers, the windows were rolled down so that the wind was flying through your hair. You and Tom exchanged looks and you noticed his gaze lingering on your body in that dress - or at least you hoped it did. You smiled at him flirtatiously, eyes locking with his over the brim of your sunglasses. He grinned at you and you swore he was about to say something before he turned to concentrate on the road again.

After a car ride that was filled with laughter, stolen glances and you lightly roasting Tom’s choice of music Tom parked the car on an empty parking lot in the woods. This time you got out of the car before Tom could get around the car to open the door - which made him roll his eyes jokingly. But he offered to carry your bag for you.

As you walked beside each other your hands grazed each other and in a stride of confidence, you just decided to take Tom’s hand into yours the next time they touched. Your hands locked perfectly into each other as if you had done this a hundred times already.

After a few minutes, Tom led you onto a smaller path that led out of the forest onto a wide field. You were now stod on top of a small hill from which you could see the beautiful landscape in front of you. No cities or buildings in sight. No noise aside from a few birds chirping.

“This is perfect,” you whisper in awe as you stod beside Tom.

“And it’s even more perfect if we go down the hill a bit,” Tom added, visibly pleased that you liked his pick for a spot.

Tom grabbed your hand again as you both made your way down the hill. You stopped as you arrived at a small steep slope that revealed a small plateau at its foot. Toom set your bag on the grass and made the small jump down the slope. He then turned and held out both of his arms so he could grab you. Your heart felt as if it had just completed a somersault when you kneeled down - not caring much if you’d flash your knickers to Tom in the process. His hands found your hips and yours found his bicep to hold on to. Then Tom lifted you off and you could feel his muscles flexed beneath your touch. Briefly, you were now above Tom - almost in a Dirty Dancing-like pose - before Tom put you down to finally stand in front of him.

As your feet found ground again his hands staid at your waist. Your dress had ridden up a tiny bit, revealing more of your thighs. You stood there, your hands still resting on Tom’s bicep. As you looked into each other’s eyes the tension was almost unbearable and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there. Would that be too soon? You didn’t want to mess up things with Tom. You really liked him after all.

“You look very beautiful,” Tom said as he still look at you.

“Thank you,” you huffed out in a nervous laugh.

“Nobody can see us here,” Tom said referring to the spot you were both standing now.

“That’s good,” you cooed and almost got embarrassed for the dirty thoughts that invaded your head prompted by Tom’s statement.

As Tom’s hands were slowly loosening the grip on your waist and travelling slower you took this as a sign to also let go of his arms. So you stepped away from Tom’s presence to turn around and grab your bag from the top of the small slope behind you. You went onto your tippy toes and stretched your arms above to get the bag.

You knew that this would mean that the skirt of your dress would ride up your thighs just below the curve of your ass and you hoped that Tom was still looking at you. Your hopes were confirmed when you turn around again and took the picnic blanket out of your bag. You motioned for Tom to help you set up the blanket on the grass below you. Tom sat down on the blanket as you decided to lay beside him, a pleased smile on your face as you closed your eyes and let the sun shine down to warm your body.

“So, this is quite literally perfect,” you stated happily.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tom said. Even though your eyes were still closed you could imagine him mustering the warmest smile ever. “So, do you want some strawberries?” Tom asked.

“Of course,” you answered, opening your eyes again.

With one hand you shielded the sunlight blinding you as you watched Tom get the pack of strawberries out of your pocket. Tom put one of the strawberries into his mouth which somehow made you hot all over your body. To your liking, his other hand holding a big red strawberry went up to your face. You decided to let your hands stay where they were folded below your head. Instead, you just opened your mouth and let Tom put the strawberry into your mouth himself - all the while your eyes were locked with Tom’s brown eyes.

Your lips wrapped around the fruit before your teeth sank into the flesh to take a bite - a trail of light pink juice was running down the side of your mouth as you did. Suddenly every ounce of innocence was gone. Tom’s thumb moved to slowly wipe away the strawberry juice before he lifted the finger to suck the sweet essence into his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan around the strawberry that was still captured by your lips.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” Tom murmured as he watched you laying beside him. Your eyes immediately lit up and your lips formed into a grin around the strawberry in your mouth. Tom’s hand found your chin to hold it lightly. “Eat up, baby girl,” he commanded.

This time the moan that left your mouth was higher - before you bit down into the strawberry again to devour it. How did you end up having dirty talk with this man before your lips even touched each other? As you swallowed, Tom’s hand on your chin pulled your face closer to his. You supported yourself on your elbows as Tom moved even closer to you until your lips were almost touching.

“Come on now,” you teased with a grin and Tom groaned before giving in.

As your lips crashed into each other you could taste strawberries on each other. Your lips were moving against each other as Tom’s hand moved to the back of your head to caress you. You could sense that the both of you were hungry for so much more than just a hot kiss. So soon enough you opened your mouth against Tom’s and your tongue met his. Tom’s fingers spread apart to graze through your hair before he grabbed some of it in a hold. Softly but with the right amount of dominance he used this grip to pull your head back - Tom kneeling now above you while still kissing you.

As you moaned into his mouth the kiss grew sloppier and needier. You tried to push your body up and closer to Tom’s. He took the hint and straddled you, pushing closer without breaking the kiss. You grabbed the back of Tom’s head as you let yourself fall back on the blanket - pulling him down with you. Soon Tom’s mouth left yours and trailed kisses down your neck. Your fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck as he mouthed along your skin to the strap of your dress. You moaned into his hair where your head was turned to signal that it was okay for him to undress you.

So his fingers found the strap and he slowly pulled your dress down your shoulder until your left breast was exposed. Tom moaned against your skin as his lips latched onto your nipple. You were tender to his touch beneath him, whimpers steadily escaping your mouth. You had to remind yourself that you were technically in public, laying on a field. But you didn’t care that in the slim chance of anyone walking by the trail up on the hill they would hear soft moans in the distance.

“More,” you moaned desperately.

Tom’s other hand trailed down your body to your thighs to softly push them apart. As you grant him entrance his hand finds your knickers which are already soaked in your juices which makes Tom moan against your nipple. His fingers pushed aside the fabric so he could dip into your folds. Your legs started quivering as his thumb circled around your clitoris without touching it. Tom’s mouth left your nipple to go back up to your ear.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he whispered into your ear as he slowly began massaging your clitoris. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice you posing in that little dress in front of me earlier,” Tom’s finger was now pressing down harder as you moaned in response. “Wanted to show your body to me, didn’t you? To tease me…” he softly bit down on the skin of your neck. You didn’t manage to give a proper response so you only let out a series of small whimpers. “Come on, speak up, baby girl. Tell me what you want.” Tom demanded as his middle finger began circling around your entrance.

“Please, I want you,” you managed to push out in between soft whimpers just before Tom’s middle finger finally pushed into you.

You arched your back as Tom swiftly inserted another finger to stretch you. As he slowly began pushing in and out of you he left a trail of soft kisses along your neck. His thumb was still rubbing your clitoris and one of your hands flew to grasp at something, landing in the grass beside the blanket to grab a fistful of it. Demanding more you began to meet Tom’s motions with your hips to make him push into you harder.

“So needy,” Tom whispered into your ear.

With his free hand, he moved to your right boob which was still covered up. Pushing aside the fabric of your dress he let his fingers dance around your nipple. His other hand was now picking up pace, his thumb pressing harder and his fingers inside of you moving faster. At this time you fought back the orgasm which had been building for quite some time now.

“Such a good girl for me,” Tom cooed and your orgasm crashed over you in a wave.

With a series of whimpers and Tom touching you just in the right places you arched your back off the blanket and came undone around his fingers. As you laid there catching your breath, Tom was still kissing along your skin. You turned your head and looked directly at Tom again and saw that there was a mischievous grin on his lips. You moved to kiss it right off his face. Without breaking the kiss you moved up and pushed Tom alongside you in a seating position.

Quickly and hungrily you moved your hands to Tom’s trousers, fiddling with the zipper until they were undone. Tom’s hands joined yours to help you pull down the trousers just enough that you could pull his cock out. You pumped him twice before immediately lowering your head to take his entire length into your mouth. You took Tom by surprise as he let out a groan between short breaths.

“Fuck,” he muttered while his hands found your head.

Carefully he gathered your hair into his hands to keep them away from your face. You started to bop your head up and down along Tom’s length while skillfully twirling your tongue around his tip.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” Tom moaned as his grip around your hair tightened. You loved hearing Tom praise you so you hollowed your cheeks and sucked even harder on his cock. “I want to be inside you,” Tom said as he used his grip around your hair to pull your mouth off his cock.

“I have a condom in my wallet,” you quickly answer before you lean over Tom’s lap to grab said condom.

Tom’s hand was softly petting your hair as he watched. His other hand crept up your thigh under your dress and finally pulled down your knickers entirely. After you kicked of the knickers you kneeled beside Tom and put on the condom for him. Grabbing his shoulders you swung your leg over his lap and positioned yourself over his cock. Tom’s hands grabbed your waist beneath your dress and slowly guided you down so that his cock slid into your hole. Moaning from the sensation both of your grips on each other tightened.

Lifting yourself up by your knees you slid along Tom’s length until you lowered yourself onto him again. You began riding yourself on him this way. Your boobs were still bare from your dress being pulled down. Tom’s hands were now resting on your ass cheeks beneath your skirt - softly caressing the skin. Your eyes locked with Tom’s as he was watching you work yourself on his dick. Your breasts were bouncing with the force of your movements and your moans mixed in the air between the two of you.

“You feel so good,” you moaned as you let your head fall back, eyes shut tightly.

“Such a pretty girl,” Tom pressed out between moans as he watched your figure on top of him. His grip on your ass was tightening as he was using his hands to guide your movements to be harder. “Taking my cock so well,” he praised and you moaned in response.

As your eyes met his again you both pushed forward to meet in a kiss again. You bit down on his lips as you pressed your breasts against his chest. As you broke the kiss again you moved one hand to the back of his neck and he let one hand slide to your lower back to hold you closer to him.

Tom began pushing into you now from beneath you which made your breath hitch. You grabbed a fistful of Tom’s curls as you both used everything in you to meet the other’s thrusts. Tom took you by surprise when the hand on your back pushed you down with him as he was laying down on the blanket now. Laying on top of him he could now fuck into you harder - and he did.

Completely taken aback you forget to meet his movements and just let him thrust into you relentlessly. You bit down on the skin on his shoulders to muffle your own moans. Tom’s arms were tightly wrapped around you, holding you close as you could hear him moaning directly into your ear now. You could smell the sweat of this warm summer day mixed in with the sunscreen that was probably wearing off as your skin rubbed against Tom’s.

After a few thrusts, you began working yourself on Tom’s cock again to meet his movements. You immediately noticed Tom’s grip around you tightening and his moans getting louder and you could feel your own orgasm growing inside of you again.

“Harder,” you challenge Tom and he complies by fucking into you even harder.

With a few more thrusts you came undone around him again. You uncontrollably moaned into Tom’s skin as your body began to quiver from the sensation. Maybe it was those soft whimpers that pushed Tom over the edge as well as he fucked into your hole a few more times before shooting his cum into the condom. With a few more faltered thrusts you both rode out your highs. Breathing uncontrollably you were still laid on top of Tom’s body.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you whispered as you wanted to move away from him in fear of crushing him.

“’s fine,” Tom slurred as he wrapped one arm around you to keep you in place on top of him. His other hand was caressing your hair softly.

After a few minutes, you turned your head to look at Tom who grinned at you. You laughed before you placed a sweet kiss on his lips that would have felt absolutely innocent if you still couldn’t feel his cock inside of you. Slowly you were now getting up to gather your knickers and to pull up the straps of your dress so that your breasts would be covered again.

You looked back at Tom to see that he had taken care of the condom and dressed himself again as well. You let yourself fall back on the blanket - eyes closed as Tom’s hand was tucking your hair behind your ears.

“So, this was not what I had in mind…” Tom laughed. You opened your eyes to look at him with a sheepish smile.

“What? Taking your tinder date to a secretive romantic spot was not supposed to end up in you fucking said date relentlessly?”, you tease him.

“How should I have known that you’re such a dirty little girl?” Tom shrugged grinning.

“Oi, don’t act as if this was all my doing!” you laughed as you softly pushed his shoulder. “Maybe next time take me to a different spot,” you add.

“Oh, trust me. I will.”

[matan4il]

Buddie vs Lone Star meta (1/3)

Important! * LS = 911 Lone Star * OG = original 911 * These three meta posts were written before watching LS s3... * part 2 * part 3

LS 101

Not that long ago, I made this gifset pointing out how both Buck and Eddie had to witness an explosion (in OG 315 and OG 405 respectively) was possibly gonna tear them apart from the other forever, comparing it with how Michael had to go through the same thing with David in OG 508. Well, to kick off my “since OG and LS exist in the same verse, we can draw meaning from comparing the shows” meta, I’d like to add in that time when Grace was on the line with Judd and had to hear live how an explosion almost left her a widow… And if we wanna put the specific ‘explosion’ aspect aside and just talk about how the 911 verse tends to put one of its protagonists in crucial danger while showing the most significant person in their life bearing witness to it, then we can also add Bobby listening live to Athena being attacked in OG 317 and, of course, Buck staring in horror as Eddie is shot right in front of his eyes in OG 413. See, if the 911 verse keeps putting Buddie through what it otherwise reserves exclusively for its committed romantic couples, then that implies it’s because with Buddie, it has the same emotional impact…

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Okay, this one is mainly written jokingly, but… TK taking Alex to that restaurant in ep 101 ended badly, just like when Buck took Abby and when Eddie took Shannon to a nice restaurant. Clearly, the 911 verse is saying they’re all disaster queers, who shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near fancy restaurants, suits or heterosexuality. XD

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Towards the end of the ep, Grace comes up to Owen to plead Judd’s case. I wanna point out two things here. One, when she talks about his record, she mentions it’s all online, meaning it’s public knowledge. It felt like a small admission on the 911 runners’ part that when Abby got Buck’s number from the incident report, back in OG 102, that was a violation of his privacy and just plain wrong. Two, out of the three people who are aware Grace did this, nobody expresses having any issues with her taking steps to talk to Judd’s captain in order to fix things for him, because that’s her man. So what does it say when the same exact thing happened back in OG 204, where we discovered that Buck talked to Eddie’s captain in order to make things better for him and no one so much as batted an eyelash? Well, except for Buck, who did at Eddie, just… flirtatiously.

LS 104

In this ep, TK finds out that Owen has cancer. He vows to be there and help his dad fight it. His exact, repeated words are, “I’ve got your back.” That took me back to OG 201, when Buck and Eddie exchanged this promise. This comparison could have been seen as proof that the line is a lot less suggestive than how Buddie shippers have taken it, but I have a different interpretation for what it means, based both on similarities AND glaring differences!

(this and two more points under a cut to save your dashboards)

It takes an extreme event where TK believes he’s likely losing his dad for good to vocalize this line. That makes it incredibly charged and meaningful, but it’s said when the threat of Owen dying is looming large over them. To really drive home the point that this is about a current, concrete danger Owen is facing, TK says his line, then repeats it for emphasis, but Owen doesn’t reciprocate it.

Buck and Eddie, on the other hand, while they did initially face a life threatening event, the moment when they express that they swear to have each other’s back is after they’re already in the clear. They’re both safe, the threat is def behind them, yet it’s now that they feel the need to vow to be there unquestioningly for each other for all threats to come. And with Buddie, the line is being reciprocated! This isn’t about specific threats, it’s about commitment (which I kinda alluded to in this humor post), a fact which is even further underlined when in OG 207, Shannon reminds Eddie that what she needed from him and didn’t get was for him to have her back. I’ve written about this before, but her using those exact same words really makes it clear that in Eddie’s case, they’re about commitment and support between life partners. Eddie intuitively gives that to Buck, but not to other people in his life, not even to Shannon, who he did love.

To add to this, when TK says his line to Owen, that builds on one of the most fundamental bonds in his life, one that’s always been there and can’t be broken. Buck and Eddie, in contrast, are still relative strangers in OG 201, which means it was extremely unlikely that they would share a line that it takes others so much more to get to. Yet something instinctual in them (the same thing that made them initially butt heads while they both also showed an increased awareness of and interest in each other) makes Buddie, shortly after they had met, utter this line that for others it takes a lifetime and a grave danger to build up to. If they even succeed in following through on this promise.

Oh, but I also have to mention how these scenes were filmed! With the Strands, the line is said while both of them are in the shot, and we’re looking at their side profiles, meaning we only get a partial view of their faces, so the viewer’s eye naturally moves from one to the other, not fully focusing on either. It is a bonding moment, but one for people who are already blood family, they’re already bonded. This moment is important, but it’s not surprising.

With Buddie, however, we get close ups of them both! The camera goes back and forth between them so the viewers don’t have to, we’re free to clearly see every single thought and emotion fleeting across their faces and to get a close, intimate look at both men, which makes this feel deeper than just another bonding moment. It’s not obvious that it would take place between two people who just a sec ago were clashing, so we need to truly witness it in great, intimate detail and take it in. It’s not just a bonding moment, it’s one that fundamentally changes their r/s from resentful co-workers to committed friends.

And what are the emotions that we’re witnessing? With TK and Owen, we get from their profiles that they are solemn in this moment. It makes sense, given the risk to Owen’s life they’re going to be facing together. But with Buddie, we see wonder, joy, elation, awe... there’s a whole emotional journey that they go through in such a short scene, and we get to be a part of it. If we feel so strongly about this moment, it’s because the characters involved in it do as well.

This scene has such a lasting impact on us as an audience, because it had the same effect on Buddie, this exchange changed the trajectory of their lives from two single men each trying to make it on his own, carrying his emotional baggage, into two men who form a family unit together and face their troubles together. This is a key element in all great love stories, and comparing it to this line shared between a father and son, seeing the similarities (an expression of deep care and bonding) as well as the differences only makes that clearer.

LS 203

I already wrote about the crossover ep here, but I’ll highlight two things. One, I still can’t deal with the fact that Eddie wasn’t assigned to Marjan’s team. That man saw his Buck giving this woman attention, got jealous, went over and stalked Owen’s tent, looking for a way to be partnered with her (*cough* cockblock Buck *cough*). Unhinged moron in love. Two, every single thing I wrote back then is made even more profound by the reveal of the legal guardianship (which I referenced in reply to this ask about scenes changed by that reveal). I mean, for real. The way Eddie smiles fondly at the picture of Chris in that adaptive skateboard while saying, “Buck helped,” all along knowing that is his baby daddy. Marjan is gorgeous and smart and brave and a badass, in so many ways she’s just like Eddie, she could be the perfect fit for him, but Mr. “heart eyes at this goofball” Diaz doesn’t even really try to see where this might lead beyond just making sure she’s no threat to his r/ with Buck. He’s so freaking gone for that man…

LS 207

This ep brings up a change in the 126’s dynamics, as TK starts working on the paramedics team. What comes into focus specifically is his new partnership with Nancy. They like each other, but pretty quickly Nancy realizes TK annoys her, while he in turn senses that and doesn’t take it too well. They even end up “competing” for who gets in Tommy’s good books.

Obviously, it made me think of how Buddie started with a rivalry in OG 210. But theirs was NEVER a dynamic of being annoyed with each other, not getting along professionally, or actng like kids competing for an adult’s good graces. There was ALWAYS something much more charged about it, we never heard, “Eddie is annoying,” “Buck is condescending,” “Eddie isn’t listening to my professional input,” “Buck is getting on my nerves…” It was always implied that the issue was, “Eddie is so great, IDK how to handle that” and “Buck isn’t responding to my friendly advances as expected, WHYYY?”

And if that’s not enough to make it clear that the comparison highlights very different dynamics, there’s also the fact that the whole resolution of the conflict is handled completely differently. For TK and Nancy, it’s not actually settled between the two of them. The insight that leads to the resolution plays out between TK and Carlos! They’re the romantic couple, they’re the life partners, they’re the ones who help each other figure stuff out and change course to a better version of themselves. It’s Carlos’ words that allow TK to realize where he went wrong and treat Nancy better, making their rivalry evaporate as if it had never existed (which… technically shouldn’t work, because how DO they organize their equipment in the ambulance? TK’s new system, Nancy’s familiar one, some combination of both that they work out together? We don’t know, the show doesn’t bother giving us an answer in this ep to how their professional partnership will actually be handled, because it no longer matters, the emotional resolution took place already, thanks to Carlos).

Buck and Eddie, though… their resolution is all about them, and only about them. It also gives us a cleat indication that their work partnership will work out just fine now that they’ve figured out their emotional tension. Yes, Bobby told Buck he had to learn how to play nice in the lead up to Buddie working things out, but it was Buck’s dedication to the job and bravery under fire, it was Eddie’s big heart and willingness to forgive immediately and see past the initial rejection from Buck, that allow them to move from enemies to friends, who become life partners… Seriously, at no point did Bobby say, “Buck, you have to help him raise his kid,” but that’s exactly how it went down anyway. That came about fully from Buck and Eddie’s choices. Buddie figure things out, transform their r/s and make each other a better version of themselves all on their own… Like romantic couples on drama shows tend to do. ;)

~ ~ ~ Thank you so much to the amazing @judsonryder​​ for making the gifs for these posts. She’s a true hero! You can find more of my Buddie meta, gifs, humor posts here, and my Buddie fics here. Please feel free to contact me if you need help with anything, and thank you in advance for any show of support! xoxox

[kaeyasaki]

📹 — :; “face-to-face” GQ interview

-> inspired by the “face-to-face, A$AP rocky answers 18 from rihanna | GQ interview”, except i make the questions a little more personal because i don’t think anyone cares what gojo’s ‘fav curse word is’

-> ft :; gojo satoru

-> interview writing layout heavily inspired by @rintaroll

y/n: hey GQ! i’m here to do face-to-face with my co worker, gojo!

gojo: coworker? is that all i am to you?

y/n: be grateful i even acknowledged you.

gojo: you wound me.

y/n: yet you’re still smiling.

gojo flashes a playful frown to the camera as y/n roll their eyes before pulling out a stack on cards.

y/n: so first question, what’s the hardest part about working with me?

gojo: everything.

y/n: i’m serious.

gojo: and so am i, you make it hard for me to work with you because we never get anything done.

y/n: don’t make it sound like it’s my fault! we never get anything done because you get too distracted and drag me into it!

gojo: maybe you should discipline me more...

he teases and sends you a wink to which you dismiss quickly.

y/n: you’re a grown man, you shouldn’t need me to discipline you.

gojo: what if i want you to?

y/n: would you just answer the question seriously or i’ll really start to think you don’t think we work well together!

gojo: okay, i was kidding... you’re actually a pretty good teammate when we’re sent on missions together, i have fun with you... maybe a little too much fun...

y/n: don’t give them the wrong idea we’re nothing like that!

you cringe at him as he laughs before the camera cuts moving onto the next question

y/n: okay, second question, answer seriously from now on, got it?

gojo: anything for you~

y/n: you disgust me... anyway, how well would you say you take care of yourself?

gojo: you mean like... self care wise?

y/n: yeah, like self care!

gojo: hmm well, i’d say i take care of myself pretty well, after all, pampered men are attractive men right?

y/n: i mean sure, i think it’s attractive when a man takes care of himself but if that mans you... maybe not so much.

gojo: you don’t mean that! you must be somewhat attracted to me.

y/n: can’t say i am no.

gojo: lying is a sin you know.

y/n: you’re totally straying away from my initial question.

you groan and face the camera and gojo tilts his head and laughs.

gojo: sorry, well, i’d say i clearly look after myself very well which should be to your liking.

y/n: you’ll never be to my liking, but it’s nice to hear you take care of yourself well and that you’re not just an annoying man, but rather an annoying but hygienic man.

gojo: you’re so horrible to m-

the camera cuts as you start laughing and gojo starts whining.

y/n: we’re getting through these quickly now let’s keep it that way.

gojo: you know, we’d be half done by now if you stopped insulting me every chance you get.

y/n: i’m the quizzer, you’re the answerer, you answer when spoken to.

gojo turns to face the grinning camera crew behind the cameras on set.

gojo: now do you see what i have to put up with! i’m a victim i’m telling you!

camera man: no no, keep it up, you guys have nice chemistry

y/n: chemistry? not to be rude but you must’ve failed science, the only clear dialogue between us is practically conversation between an adult and child.

the camera crew laugh and gojo feigns offence before you clear your throat and look at the next card.

y/n: anyways, when was the first time you were majorly recognised as ‘famous’?

gojo: ah, a long time ago i need to think, give me a sec.

you pretend to yawn as gojo thinks about his answer before smiling at you.

gojo: my second year i think. that’s when i really started getting noticed for my talent.

y/n: practically a star since birth i see, how do you do it?

gojo laughs at your sarcasm as you grin back, evenly matched banter between the two of you flowing on set.

gojo: i’m handsome and gifted, i was made for this kinda life, it all comes naturally to me.

y/n: you know what doesn’t come naturally to you though?

gojo: hm?

y/n: that dress sense.

gojo: what’s wrong with my outfit?

y/n: bland, basic, and the way you chose itadori’s uniform was just straight up ugly!

gojo: he liked it!

y/n: the poor boy probably didn’t have the heart to express his disgust to your face.

gojo: well, until he does i’m gonna believe he likes it and my dress sense is more than up to standard.

y/n: if that’s what helps you sleep at night i guess...

the camera cuts with the two of you playfully bickering with each other, any previous speculation of hostility now gone as it’s clear for watchers to see just how your dynamic together works.

y/n: question four! what’s the first thing you notice in a person?

gojo: in general or when analysing to an extent?

y/n: in generals fine.

gojo: hm i would say looks, but i don’t wanna look too shallow on camera.

y/n: they would’ve just recorded you saying that. don’t be shocked if you’re trending on twitter later for it.

gojo: it’s fine, as long as i’m trending who cares what it’s about.

y/n: i can see the headlines already... ‘gojo satoru, top sorcerer, favoured teacher at jujutsu high and big narcissist’

you smile smugly at the man as he laughs along with you with the camera crew from behind.

gojo: yeah yeah whatever you say, but if i had to answer honestly, i’d say what energy they give off. i don’t let it bother me too much, but i’d say i’m pretty good at judging what someone’s like based off of what energy they’re giving out.

y/n: i’m shocked, that’s a pretty good answer... for you anyway.

gojo: i try my best for you.

y/n: mhm sure, keep that attitude next time we’re working together and maybe we’ll finish jobs quicker.

gojo snickers and smiles gently at you, his direction is no longer faced towards the camera, but rather solely directed at you as you clear your throat.

y/n: yeah anyway, good answer. that might just get you uncancelled.

gojo: i haven’t even been cancelled yet don’t speak it into existence!

y/n: i’ll ‘try my best for you’

you’re both smiling softly at each other after you mock one of gojo’s previous replies, there’s no speech cut off as a comfortable silence rests for a moment as the scene cuts.

y/n: okay, i want genuine answers only.

gojo: that’s what i’ve been giving you from the start!

you jokingly narrow your eyes at him before looking down at the next card.

y/n: well okay then, so, what was the first thing you noticed about me when we first met?

gojo: unusually bold question from you.

y/n: just shut up and answer, i was recommended to ask this.

gojo: sure, sure.

y/n: would you please just answer so we can get this over with?

gojo sighs dramatically and sits up properly and nods.

gojo: naturally, for anyone else i would say energy but for you, ah, i think it was your pretty face.

y/n: shut up, i said genuine answers only.

gojo: i am being genuine! aren’t i allowed to call you pretty?

y/n: you aren’t allowed to answer falsely, serious answers please.

gojo: you make me sound like i’m down bad, honestly, you’re very attractive to me, your energy was just a bonus, i’m serious, stop doubting yourself so much.

he smiles your way, not playfully nor forced, it’s a soft and genuine smile to calm your nerves, it’s a sign of truthfulness on his end. before you answer he clears his throat, slight hurry in his voice.

gojo: -of course, we were younger back then, since then you’ve gotten wrinkles and is that a few grey hairs i see? you also slouch-

y/n: -okay okay you can stop!

the two of you laugh as you gently kick his chair, the fact you’re being recorded and being watched by a whole camera crew totally forgotten about.

y/n: okay, last question finally!

gojo: admit you had fun with me.

y/n: i see you everyday, today was nothing special.

gojo: you wouldn’t say we’ve bonded more over this interview?

y/n: you’re still as irritating as before this interview so no.

you grin and gojo scoffs before shuffling in his chair a little before a sly smile draws across his face.

gojo: go on then, last question.

y/n: would you sl-

gojo: go on, ask it, we’re waiting.

gojo is leaning on the palm of his hand, teasing smile playing on his lips and y/n stares at the card in disbelief.

y/n: you definitely wrote this! i would never ask this! there’s been a mistake with the cards or something

camera man: ah no, they’re all the questions that were on your form you sent in prior to the interview, these are the questions you apparently wanted to be asked. sorry, you’ll have to make do.

y/n: i’m not asking that.

gojo: come on now, don’t upset your supportive fans.

y/n: i know you wrote this, you’re so infuriating!

you glare at him but not with complete hostility, the situation slightly humorous to you despite your protests.

gojo: i mean well.

gojo shrugs as you sigh and stare at the card before speaking.

y/n: fine then have it your way. would you... would you sleep with me?

gojo: how brave! asking me on camera in the middle of an interview! how could i dare say no!

gojo is laughing along with the camera crew as you fight back a smile, refusing to admit his interference was entertaining.

y/n: at least take me out for dinner first.

gojo: now you’re asking me to take you out? you’re really bold today aren’t you!

y/n: oh shut up! i didn’t mean it like that! this is totally your fault it’s awkward now.

you’re grinning at this point not caring that your flirtatious banter with gojo is being recorded and is soon to be edited and posted for the world to see.

gojo: i mean, i’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you?

y/n: what? no, i- this wasn’t even a serious question shut up!

gojo: i’ll shut up if you let me take you out... and maybe then i’ll sleep with you after if that’s your request.

y/n: i can’t stand you!

gojo: but you do everyday, that must count for something right?

y/n: i hate you.

gojo: quite the contrary, i’m sure i’ll get you to admit that by tomorrow though.

y/n: ...i’ll be waiting on it then.

the two of you are smiling at each other, laughter dying down as you once again softly kick gojo’s chair. he pays no mind to it as a moment of fondness occurs, viewers clearly able to see the evident bond between the two of you.

y/n: okay well... that concludes our face-to-face, GQ interview, thanks for watching and putting up with him!

gojo: maybe we’ll come back to do an interview about our date after i take you out, who knows, maybe i’ll get to ask you to rate me in bed!

y/n: gross. you sound like a fifteen year old boy.

gojo: am i at least a hot one?

y/n: i refuse to catch a case.

gojo cackles as you laugh too, the camera fades out with the scene of the two of you softly smiling at each other as the interview concludes.

[softrozene]

ASL Reacting to Female Significant Other’s Late Period

@senkuwu-chan​ requested: Hello! I hope you're doing good and had a good new years! I saw your requests were open, so can I request for ASL with a fem s/o and her periods are late and she jokingly says something like "omg I... I think I'm pregnant 😰😰" but they still haven't done the nasty and the boys know that she's loyal to them etc? Ik it's kinda a stupid request but it's funny in my brain 😭 But it's totally fine if you don't wanna do it, take care of yourself!! If nobody told you today, I'm proud of you and ily🥰

Sorry for the wait Hon! I can imagine that their reaction to this… Would be hilarious! Thank you for requesting it and thank you for being so sweet when doing so! If nobody told you, I am also proud and love you! <3

Ace, Sabo, Luffy x Female Reader

Warnings: fluff, comedy. Mentions of menstrual cycle/periods, joking about a late period = pregnancy (Ace’s came out a bit sad lol)

Words: 737

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Portgas D. Ace:

The second you so much as say your period is late, not even going for the joke yet

He will automatically assume he got you pregnant and pass out

…

And then when he wakes up, it is the first thing he remembers, and he feels so damn guilty

He begins to spout apologies and promising to be the best father ever, nothing like his father, though this may get sad if he starts to spill the beans on his fear of becoming his father

Hopefully- He will realize very soon that… “Wait a minute.”

It hits him then and there that he could not have gotten you pregnant

You will be very upset that he beat you to the joke and more concerned about his mental state that he even thought he got you pregnant when you have not had intercourse yet

However, since his brain is already everywhere from that fright he had you have to tell him that your period is just late because there is no one else but him in your life

He will relax and honestly- This funny situation could just get sad when it comes to Ace

Poor baby would be insecure since he wants to be nothing like his father : (

Sabo:

It is just an ordinary day when you decide to pull this stunt

The unexpecting man just sipping on his coffee as reads the newspaper wondering what the shitty government has to say about their Revolutionary Army when you come up to him with that doe-eyed look

“Babe- I ain’t feeling too great. My period is late and I… I think I am pregnant.”

Man will either feel faint like Ace or catch that gleam in your and go along with it

“Oh yeah? Do you think Dragon will let the baby go on missions?” He asks nonchalantly.

“He better. Our child could be just the spy we need. We would be legendary parents.”

Yeah, when the jokes start that is when Sabo decides to be a smart ass. “So, who knocked you up then because I would never forget a moment like that and since I can’t seem to recall it…”

You can feel the hotness in your face as he gives you a flirtatious look and you immediately cave

“Oh, would you look at that- I must be starting. Like right now. I am going to go and not talk to you.”- Yeah you are just going to avoid him until your fucking period starts then because he is a smooth talker and a teasing jerk and he knows it

Monkey D. Luffy:

This is my favorite one to imagine

Since he is on the more dense side I have a hard time imaging him knowing exactly where babies come from which would ensue this type of scenario to happen:

“Luffy, Hon, I do not think I can share my food with you anymore.”

That is the quickest way you can get his attention and oh my god did it work. You have never seen someone snap their head that fast to give you a pouty glare

You laugh- Feeling the unease as you share a concern. “It is nothing really. My period is late… Maybe I am pregnant?”

It… It takes a long heavy pause for him to react. Luffy ever so slowly squints his eyes down before he raises his finger. It is all too slow and comical as he finally realizes what you just said

“Oh, you are pregnant? Tell Sanji to give you more food.”

…

…

“Luffy that would mean you are the father?”

“What?” Luffy is shocked. How could this happen? How did he let this happen? He is initially worried, concerned, and oh god- If it is his child then that means the baby really will eat all the food on the ship

This is an emergency!

That is how the chaos starts- Before you can say never mind your period is just late or explain to him how a baby would be made since you two did not have sex- It is just too late

He goes screaming it onto the ship and you feel immediate embarrassment

You will just have to tell Sanji or Robin that it was a joke so they can defuse the situation

And… Now you can hear Usopp and Chopper freaking out with Luffy

Great job (Name).

[ragingbookdragon]

All Secrets Come Out In Good Time

A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I wrote this a long ass time ago, but never posted it to Tumblr, so here's an actual new story! Enjoy! -Thorne

She wondered what life would’ve been like for her had she never signed her contract with Wayne Enterprises. Maybe living retired and off the savings of her modeling career, sipping margaritas at the local beach bar without a care in the world? She huffed as she poured another glass of wine thinking, probably not sitting on my couch with a broken heart. The feelings still lingered, churning slowly into bitterness that made her feel ashamed.

She knew how busy his life was, especially with his nightly activities. But somewhere deep down, she wanted him to give her the real reason behind their departure, instead of the “It’s not you, it’s me” bullshit line he’d given her. Still, the reality of it was thrown in her face, and here she was on her couch, drowning her sorrows in wine he’d bought her.

Her mind lingered on the memories of them, and with those memories, came the questions. Did he actually love her? Did he love her the way she loved him? Did any of the time they shared in those two years mean anything? It did to her—she loved him. Hell, she loved his children like they were her own too.

Something warm fell on her hand and she looked down, seeing a droplet of water resting on the back of it. She blinked and her vision blurred as more tears began to fall from her eyes. Her hands moved to her face, wiping furiously, but no matter how many times she did, they kept falling, and she found herself falling deeper into heartbreak.

***Two Years Earlier***

She stepped into the ballroom, taking note of the eyes that immediately found her; she paid them no mind as she made her way deeper into the crowds, occasionally greeting her fellow models and higher-ups. The crowd seemed to part for her as she passed, making her feel like royalty, and she flashed them the million-watt smile she had perfected so long ago.

A few moments later, a warm hand brushed her arm and she looked up, seeing her employer smiling at her; she gave him one in return. “It’s good to see you, (Y/N). You look gorgeous.”

She hummed, feeling her cheeks warm at the compliment he’d given her. “Thank you, Mister Wayne.” She ran a hand down the silk fabric of the shimmering, black gown. “The dress is the new one the company has been designing.”

He eyed her dress and quipped, “Then it’s good that we had you model it for us.” He leaned in, his smile turning flirtatious. “You look absolutely beautiful in it.”

(Y/N) looked away, a bashful smile crossing her lips. “Mister Wayne, you’re just flattering me.”

He hummed, a small chuckle passing from him. “Maybe…is it working?”

She glanced back at him and after a second, she nodded. “It is.”

“Wonderful.” He motioned to her. “May I escort you around? I didn’t see you come in with anyone.”

(Y/N) nodded, watching as his arm fit around her waist, and she felt his hand brush her hip. They walked around, greeting the other socialites, when a pair made their presence known in front of them.

“Mister Wayne! Sir! It’s good to see you at the party.”

(Y/N) could feel his hand tense ever-so-slightly, and she saw him flash a fake smile. “Well Henry, this is my party.” The man laughed, and his wife smiled at (Y/N); she could feel the loathing from her spot.

“You’re that new model that just signed with Mister Wayne, aren’t you, Miss…”

She bit the inside of her cheek and smiled as she nodded. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). And yes, I am.”

The woman eyed her before quipping humorlessly, “I didn’t know they let…older women model in the company.”

The insult practically smacked (Y/N) across the face and before she could stop it, she bit out, “And I didn’t know they let bitter old harpies with pathetic grudges into parties that were meant for companies that weren’t in bankruptcy.”

The woman’s jaw went slack at her response, and the man beside her stepped forward. “How dare you speak to my wife like that?! How dare you assume our company is in debt?!”

(Y/N) simply blinked as she stared at him. “Because it is, Mister Brighton.” She gathered her thoughts. “Your company has lost more in the past six months than it has since it’s decline in the early nineties. Your best bet would be to try and get Mister Wayne to make a deal that would save your company.”

She glowered at the older couple, her voice hardening as she declared, “Don’t let my age fool you. I might be older than many of the models Wayne Enterprises hires, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a brain. I’ll have you know I graduated valedictorian at my high school and my university. I’ve modeled all my life. Wayne Enterprises started a line for women in my age group and I was offered a job. Do I need to explain anything else to you? Or have your behaviors been apparent enough?”

The two of them stuttered out responses before they excused themselves, shuffling away as fast as they could. (Y/N) watched them as they left, then her eyes moved to the man still beside her.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized he was still there. “Oh my. You—I—oh dear.” She blinked as she tried to apologize to him. “I am so sorry, Mister Wayne. I—I just got—”

“Carried away in the absolute decimation of someone who insulted you?” She paused at his words, taking in the sight of the grin working its way on his face. “I have to say, seeing you shove that back in their face was…pretty entertaining(Y/N).”

She huffed a laugh at his words, shaking her head. “You’re something else, Mister Wayne.”

He grinned, tightening his grip on her waist. “I find I’m just enough for what’s needed.”

“Uh huh,” she doubted with an arched brow.

He winked. “I am.”

“I’ll take your word for it then.” She replied jokingly.

***A Few Months Later***

“You know, I never actually expected you to fly us to the Swiss Alps.” She turned around from the large window, watching as he reclined on the couch.

“And why didn’t you expect me to?”

She shrugged as she walked around the couch, leaning over the back, and wrapping her arms around his neck; she rested her chin on his shoulder and turned her face to him. “Dunno…just kinda mentioned it offhandedly. I never thought you’d take me so seriously, Bruce.”

He smiled at her response, turning his head so they were face to face. “I take everythingseriously, (Y/N).”

She nodded. “That you do.” (Y/N) leaned forward, pressing her lips to his lightly, then she rested her forehead against his. They stared at one another until she whispered, “I love you.”

He blinked, obviously shocked at her open admittance, but he soon recovered, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek as he replied, “I love you too, (Y/N).” She smiled at him, then pressed her face into his neck; he chuckled at her. “Embarrassed?”

“Oh,shut up…it’s not every day you tell the man you love that you love him, and he does the same.”

There was a moment of silence, then she felt her body being tugged, and she realized he was pulling her over the side of the couch. She tumbled into his lap, and his arms wound around her waist, pulling her close. (Y/N) relaxed against him, then she felt his lips press light kisses into her neck. She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, and she felt his lips stop.

As they moved away, he asked, “Are you alright, (Y/N)?”

She turned and looked at him, feeling her heart flutter in her chest. “I’m just really glad that you and I are here…together.”

Bruce smiled down at her, cupping her cheek. “Me too.”

***A Year Later***

She opened the door, seeing him stand on the other side; she smiled at him and gestured him in. “You know, when I gave you the key, Bruce, I meant for you to use it.” She expected a laugh from him, but none came, and she tipped her head to the side. “Are you alright? You look tense.”

He nodded, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack. “I’m fine…just thinking, (Y/N).”

“Is it anything you want to talk about?”

He paused, meeting her eyes, then they drifted to the table, and he saw the dinner she’d prepared for them. “After dinner.”

(Y/N) wanted to keep the conversation, but she decided against it, and nodded. “Alright then.” She wrapped an arm around his and led him into the kitchen. “Since you called on short notice, I assumed you had something important to tell me, so…” She motioned to the food. “I made your favorite.”

A small smile graced his lips and he looked at her. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

She nodded, grabbing the bottle of wine as she watched him sit. “Of course, Bruce. I love to spoil you.”

***

The dinner went smoothly, and they each told the other about their day, then moved the conversation into the living room. (Y/N) sat on the couch beside him, resting her wine glass on her thigh as she watched him.

She hummed at his silence. “Kinda quiet over there…are you sure everything’s alright?”

He looked at his hands, then let out a sigh, and (Y/N) held her breath, waiting for him to finally tell her the secret she’d known for the longest time. It had been by chance that she’d learned his secret identity, and everyone would say blame it on Dick, who saw her and immediately said, “Hey it’s mom!”. Quite the running joke between his kids, who had essentially bonded with her over the year and a half that Bruce and she had been dating. She made them promise not to tell Bruce about her knowing, her telling them “It’s not our secret to tell, it’s his. And I need to hear it from him when he’s ready.”.

(Y/N) thought back to that time, and reached out a hand, taking his gently as she murmured, “Whatever you need to tell me, I’m listening Bruce. And I won’t judge you.”

He sighed once more, pulling his hand away and reaching into his pocket; he pulled something out and held it out, saying, “I think I should give this back to you.”

(Y/N) eyes moved to the item in his hand, and she felt her breath leave her lungs at the sight of the silver key in between his fingers. “I…I don’t understand?”

He shut his mouth, putting the key on the coffee table beside them as he said, “It’s not anything you’ve done, (Y/N). I just think we need to see other people.”

She blinked, not understanding where it was coming from. “But I…I thought…” (Y/N) couldn’t form the words she needed to tell him, and he rose from the couch.

“I think I should go.”

She jumped up, following him. “You can’t just leave, Bruce! You can’t just leave it like this!”

He stopped as he grabbed his jacket, turning to her. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your sorry! I want your real reason!”

“I gave you—”

She cut him off, scoffing, “Oh, that’s a load of bullshit and we bothknow it!” (Y/N) stepped forward, winding her hands in his shirt. “We’ve been dating for almost two years. You can’t look at me and tell me that we need to see other people. There’s something going on.”

“Just talk to me. Talk to me, Bruce,” she pled with him.

His hands rose from his side and he gently took hers in his, removing them from his shirt. “I’m sorry.”

She blinked, too stunned to even say a word as he apologized once more and left her standing in the entrance of her apartment, alone and heartbroken.

***Present***

He pulled off the cowl and sank into the chair in front of the Batcomputer; a bottle of water appeared in his view and he took it, looking up at Alfred. “Thanks Alfred.”

The butler nodded, handing out the other bottles to everyone around them. A joke between them made them laugh, and he watched them, a small smile crossing his lips.

He watched Jason nudge Dick and nod to him. “Is hell freezing over, or is the old man actually smiling at us?” The others looked over and he watched eyebrows raise in slight surprise.

It irked him, and he quipped, “Just because I don’t smile often doesn’t mean I can’t smile.”

“Are you sure? Kinda looks like your face is cracking over there, B.”

Bruce rolled his eyes at Dick’s comment, and he stood up, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way to the lockers. They followed, and each began peeling off their suits and pulling on after clothes.

“You know what would be good right now?” They looked at Jason who was sitting on the bench. “(Y/N)’s apple pie and homemade sea salt vanilla ice-cream.”

They groaned at his words and Dick looked over at Bruce, who wore a clouded expression. “We never did get the real reason why you ended things with her.” He paused, looking at his brothers. “We liked her. Even Damian did.”

Damian nodded at this and turned to Bruce. “Why did you leave her, father? She was the only tolerable woman you’ve ever brought to the manor.”

Jason reached over and riffled his youngest brother’s hair. “That’s because she didn’t take any of your shit two-bit. She acted like a mom when it came to you.” Damian batted Jason’s hand away, glaring at him; Jason turned to Bruce. “Answer the question, old man. Why’d you run (Y/N) off?”

Bruce sighed, sitting down on the bench, knowing he wasn’t getting out of it; he motioned around him. “Look at what we do. I couldn’t tell her about this. She would’ve run for the hills had I told her.”

Dick raised an eyebrow at him. “So, your choice was to break up with her to keep her sane and safe?” Bruce nodded.

Tim stepped forward, his gaze shifting between the others before turning to back to his father. “Bruce, I don’t know if you know this…but (Y/N) already knows what we do.”

Bruce’s eyes went wide, and he looked up at Tim in shock. “What?”

Tim nodded, motioning to Dick. “Dick accidently called her ‘mom’ one night when we saw her, and she put two and two together.”

Bruce blinked at the revelation; he’d never in a million years assume that she’d learned their secret early. “She…never said anything…”

“That’s because she was waiting for you to tell her,” Jason remarked with a smart-ass glare.

“She…was?”

The others stared expectingly at him and Damian said, “She told us that it was your right to tell her and yours alone.” He paused, looking at him. “You should go to her and apologize.”

Bruce stared at them before nodding and rising from his seat. “I probably should.”

They grinned, following him out when a slightly unnerved Alfred came to them. “Master Bruce…you need to come at once.”

“What’s wrong?”

Alfred motioned up the stairs. “It’s Miss (Y/N). She’s here…and she’s…inebriated.”

Jason barked a laugh, but quickly shut his mouth at the feeling of Dick’s elbow in his side, and they watched Bruce run up the steps to her. They followed, of course, and stuck their heads out of the doorway to see the conversation because they were nosey as hell—though it’s not like they didn’t learn that from their father. Bruce walked over to her, holding out his hands to try and balance her as she wobbled.

She slapped his hands away from her, a glare in her eyes. “Don’t touch me. I can handle myself.” He frowned, lowering his hands and she pointed at him. “I don’t make habits of talking to my exes, but I need to have a conversation with you.” He nodded and she poked his chest. “I want the real reason you dumped me.”

(Y/N) paused, lowering her head as she breathed to herself, “Oh my god, I sound like a crazy ex-girlfriend.” Bruce snorted and she whipped her head up, glowering, “That wasn’t supposed to be funny to you, Mister Wayne.” He shut his mouth and she poked his chest again. “I’ve been waiting patiently for the past two years, waiting for you to tell me your secret, and the night that you tell me we need to talk, I think you’re going to, then you dump me and tell me we need to see other people.”

She grunted at him. “I know you’re Batman and whatever reason you dumped me was a crock of shit and I want the real one. Now.” (Y/N) glared at him until he sighed and nodded, taking her hand, and leading her into the study. On the way, she saw the boys and she waved at them. “Hi boys! I’m sorry I’m in a rare form right now.”

They simply grinned and waved back as they watched them enter the cave. Bruce led her down the steps, at one point having to carry her because she couldn’t take so many close steps.

When they arrived, she stared at it in shock. “I…knew you were him…but…” She twirled around, feeling his hands steadying her as she did. “But it’s so much realer in person.”

Bruce nodded, looking at the cave. “It is, isn’t it.”

(Y/N) turned to him, a heart wrenching look on her face. “Is this the real reason you left me?” He nodded silently and she asked, “Why?”

A moment of silence passed before he sighed and said, “The lives we live are dangerous, (Y/N)…and I…I just didn’t want you to get caught up in all of it.”

She stared at him before quipping, “Duly noted and while I appreciate the sentiment, that wasn’t your decision to make.” She took his hand. “A relationship is based on two people not just one.”

He nodded again and they lapsed into silence until he looked at her and questioned, “Did you really get drunk and come over here to get me to tell you that?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat before pulling back her hand and turning around. “Everyone needs a bit of liquid courage every now and then to face what’s weighing on them.” She glanced at him. “I don’t take half-ass answers from anyone. Not even you.” (Y/N) nodded at him and started making her way to the stairs when she felt him grab her hand again; she turned and looked at him, seeing a hopeful look on his face.

“Stay with me?” he asked.

She grunted at him. “We aren’t dating anymore, remember? You broke up with me like a textbook rich boyfriend does.”

Bruce stopped to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pulled her close. “What if I apologize for it?”

She went silent for a second, drawing circles in his chest with her finger, then she looked at him and murmured, “You’re going to have to give me a hell of a night in order to apologize for this. Maybe…behave and do everything I tell you?”

A smirk wound his lips and he flirted, “I think I can manage that.” (Y/N) hummed at him, and he raised a hand, cupping her cheek. “But I think right now, youshould get some sleep before we have it.”

“Hmm…darn shame, I was really looking forward to not walking for a week.” She paused and looked at him. “Does this mean we’re dating again?”

Bruce nodded. “If you’ll have me. I know it’s difficult to be around all of us.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t think anyone sane could really hold their own in your family.” She paused. “Remember the first time I came over? Damian made me play chess with him.” She waved her hands around. “I still don’t even know how to play chess!” Bruce laughed as he helped her up the stairs. “Bruce, I don’t know how to play chess.”

“I know, darling.”

“I beat him at it.”

“I know you did, darling. He’s still bitter about it.”

“He is?”

“Of course, he is. He’s a perfectionist.”

(Y/N) grinned as she nudged him. “So are you.”

Bruce stopped moving and gazed at her. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

She nodded at his apology. “Sorry for coming to your house wine-drunk and demanding a reason for our breakup.”

“Don’t worry…you’re not the first who’s done so.”

“Bruce Wayne!”

He laughed at her shock, and he leaned over, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I was joking, (Y/N).”

She grunted as he led her into the study. “You’d better be.” (Y/N) waved at the boys who were still in the room. “Hi boys! Bye boys!”

They wore amused grins and waved at her as they walked to his bedroom. Bruce helped her out of her clothes and into a t-shirt of his and they crawled into the bed, her curled up on his chest, his arms wound tightly around her.

“You’re warm,” she murmured.

“I know.”

“I missed it.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

There was a moment of silence then he murmured, “I love you, (Y/N).” He expected a reply, but when he received none, he looked down, seeing her asleep. Bruce huffed a quiet laugh before pressing a kiss to her temple and reaching over to turn out the lamp.