#so i just sit here. confused. and sipping on that loving my friends juice

[mars-ipan]

iii…. don’t know what romance is

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James has been persuing you for years and you've never said yes, until now?

Genre: Fluff 😇🎉 (bc i love happiness, ur welcome)

Warnings: misunderstandings, lovesick!James <3

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

It's not James's fault he's been head over heels in love with you for longer than he can remember. And it's really not his fault either that he's spent years acting like a complete and utter fool just to have a sliver of your attention. 

Talking the loudest in any room you're in? Easy.

"Accidentally" flying too close to where you're sitting in the Quidditch stands while he's supposed to be playing just so he can flip around obnoxiously? He's done that over three times now. 

So, when he hears you'll be at the Three Broomsticks this evening, it isn't surprising to anyone that he convinces Sirius and Remus to accompany him.

The moment they walk in, their loud demeanor makes everyone turn their heads. It's no secret James, Sirius, and Remus are the handsomest guys in your year — so no one could blame you when you look up too. 

Your friend digs her elbow into your side when James sees you looking and struts to your table. You sit up, taking a long sip of your pumpkin juice as James leans in and crosses his arms.

Sirius and Remus stand behind him, amused. "Ladies," James winks, his eyes focused only on you. "What brings you here on this lovely Friday evening?"

You turn your head, avoiding his gaze with a small smile that makes James lose his mind, "Nothing that concerns you, Potter,"

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, unfazed by your bluntness as he motions to your empty glass. 

When you stand, James smoothly moves out of the way and you send him a look behind your shoulder. "Mm, no thanks. But if you want you can walk with me to order my own drink," you joke, not thinking he'll actually want to.

But, if James was a puppy, he'd be your puppy. You have him wrapped around your little pinky and the only person who doesn't see it is you. 

"Gladly," The boy smirks and his arm brushes yours as he walks next to you. You frown a little but don't say anything. You've never minded James's attention, and you know he's been after you for years now, but still you can't wrap your mind around him being serious about it.

In your mind, the attention was always bound to fade with time, and you wouldn't be caught as the fool who'd fallen for it.

However, as you lean against the bar to order another pumpkin juice and you feel James's eyes glued on you, you start to wonder. 

"So, when's the expiration date for this little game?" you ask, looking at him seriously. 

James leans against the bar too and completely turns his body to you. "Hmm? What?" he asks with a smile. He tucks the loose strand of hair from in front of your eyes behind you ear, seemingly proud of himself when he can see you clearly again. 

"This," you point at him, and then throw your arms up dramatically, "Whatever it is that you're doing."

James just smiles. He's not really catching on as his hand slides closer to yours on the bar counter. "What am I doing?" he whispers, leaning in. He has that look in his eyes, the one that makes your stomach flutter. 

You move your hand away from his. You sound exhausted, "All this flirting! Aren't you done yet?" you say it a little loudly and the woman who hands you your drink sends you a glare. Your cheeks heat up and you mumble a small sorry as you slide her your money. 

James catches your other arm before you can turn around and walk away from him. "Hey wait, what do you mean am I done? Do'you want me to be done?" he sound unsure and you can see his confusion on his face. 

Now you're confused. "Are you not planning on being done?" you whisper.

James can't hear you over the loud music and chatter inside so he moves you outside gently and you don't have to time to wonder why you let him.

It's slightly dark but the air is warm and James can hear you now when you ask the question again. He looks you over, still extremely puzzled by the entire situation.

"Wait, done with what?" he asks.

You blink at him. "What?" you feel like you're losing your mind. 

"Am I done with what?" he asks camly and you roll your eyes. 

"Done with flirting with me!" you exclaim, running a hand in your hair, "I- I don't understand, James. Why haven't you moved on? Sure, it was funny for a while but it's been years, even you must find the joke stale by now?"

James mouth opens and closes like some kind of fish and then he stares at you like you have lost your mind. "Joke? What joke?" he says and walks a little closer to you. He sounds even more confused. "Y/n, do you want me to stop flirting with you?"

You bite your lip, "I mean, yes? Because, it's not really funny anymore. I didn't mind it, Potter, but —" you pause and then hold the drink in your hand tighter. "Okay, here. What if I say I like you too? Can we just have a good laugh about it and then it all be over?"

James's frown deepens and he waves his arms in the air. "Wait, you think I'm joking?"

You blink at him again. "You're not?"

James runs a hand through his hair, chuckling in disbelief, "Of course I'm not joking," he walks even closer and you feel his presence as your skin tingles. You look up as he brushes his thumb on your chin and then smiles warmly, "I'd never pursue anyone as a joke. If you said you like me, then I would say thank Merlin and then I would kiss you until you couldn't feel those gorgeous lips of yours," he says it so calmly but you almost drop your drink. 

"Wait, so you actually, no-jokes, like me?" 

"Oh yeah. Why would you think I was making that up?" James moves his thumb to brush over your lips now, a look of adoration in his eyes, "I'm not that committed to my jokes," he teases. 

He pauses to think, "you think a twelve-year-old boy would write you cheesy love notes every class and actually send them if it was a joke? Or likewise, a sixteen-year-old would spend all of 6th year reading every single book you borrowed from the library just in case he had the chance to impress you? Or lose sleep over the way you wear your hair, or know that you change your nail-polish every week but you rotate the same colors since 4th year," James blushes a little at the admission and pauses, "and now I just sound like a creep, don't I?"

You laugh and the sound makes James grin. You hesitate but touch his cheek, tilting your head, "So, you meant every over-the-top gesture and every hilariously stupid pick-up-line?" you ask, "ever since 2nd year?" 

James nods, leaning into your touch. "Mmm yeah, but we can pretend that I was joking about the pick-up-lines that way it's less embarrassing for me," he says sheepishly.

"But I liked your pick up lines," you pout with a smile, your shoulders relaxing. 

James's eyes sparkle, "Yeah? You did?"

You smile at him. "No, but now it's funnier that you were serious about them."

James looks at you and he laughs. He throws his head back with a grin and your chest tightens even more. Has he always been this handsome or have you just never let yourself fully admire him? James looks at you again and his next words almost cause a heart attack. "Merlin, I've never wanted to kiss you as much as I do now," 

Your eyes flicker to his lips unconsciously and you realiz ehow close he is. You're nervous now and James can tell. Gently, he takes the drink in your hand and sets it on the small ledge of the building. It might fall but that's the least of your worries. For now, you need to focus on remembering how to breathe. 

Something must be different in the way you're looking at him because James asks you if he can kiss you. Years and years of flirting and he's never asked you that. 

You don't answer him and just when the silence starts to become awkward you take his cheeks in your hands and pull him towards you. Your lips hit his clumsily and you gasp into his mouth when his arm swoops behind you and he pulls you closer. James kisses you hungrily and you start to wonder why you hadn't done this years earlier.

When James disconnects his lips from yours and looks at you sweetly. "I didn't think you'd say yes," he whispers, "even less that you'd say it like that," his cheeks are tainted pink and your lip-gloss stains his lips. 

"Neither did I," you admit and look away a moment. Goosebumps run across your arms and, because you don't know where to put your hands anymore, you put them in your jacket pockets. You frown and pull out the galleons you'd used to pay for your drink with your left hand. You look back at James and he looks guilty. "What's this?" you ask. 

"I paid for your drink when you weren't looking. I knew you'd most likely say no again but I couldn't resist. I'm sorry," he holds his nape and sways on his feet.

You stare at him, slightly annoyed but also impressed that he'd put the money in your pocket without you noticing. You outsrech your open palm for him to take the money. "You'know, you make it very hard for me not to fall head over heels in love with you, James Potter."

James grins and closes your hand around his. "That the point, love," he says. 

You roll your eyes, realizing if he'd gone behind your back to pay for you he'll never accept your money now. "So, are you gonna ask me out properly or what?"

James smirks, "Are you going to say yes this time?"

You grin, "You'll just have to find out now, won't you? Tenth times the charm?"

"I don't think that's the expression—"

"Just ask me already, you idiot," you giggle.

[denwritesandcries]

Later you'll laugh about this – H.C

Pairing: loser!hazel x fem!reader

Summary: Later you would say that you only got into this stupid situation because of a cotton candy. PJ and a cotton candy. A goddamn cotton candy you bought for Hazel Callahan.

Word count: 4,3k.

Content: cursing, fake dating, pining, kinda angst, insecure!loser!hazel, toxic situationships, dialogues. lots of dialogues, reader having a beef with pj, idiots in love.

Note: This fic is supposed to have 3 chapters, I didn’t mean it to be so long but I couldn't stop adding new things to the story and now it's a series cause it got out of control. So basically, Hazel is a loser and the reader is a loser for her. That's it. That's the plot.

English is not my first language.

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Coming across Hazel's sad face pressed against the precariously clean table you always sat at in the cafeteria, with her puppy eyes seeming to wander forlornly every damn day was becoming really depressing.

“I… I simply don’t understand.” Hazel starts and you let out a tired sigh when you turn your head to follow her gaze and find PJ gesturing to Josie in the lunch line, because of course she would be talking about this. Again. “It’s been weeks since the game and she just acts like nothing happened between us.”

Stella-Rebecca squeezes her shoulder in solidarity and you all exchange a knowing look without her noticing. None of this is really new, but it's getting more and more painful to watch now.

“I thought she liked me too, but lately she’s just acting like…”

You sip your juice audibly, absentmindedly nibbling on the straw in the box: “A bitch?”

Hazel gasps in alarm, “I wasn’t going to say that!”

You notice Sylvie stifle an incredulous laugh next to her as Isabel scolds you with a slap on the shoulder.

“Ouch! 'M sorry, Haze, but we've talked about this before.” You say gently, brushing aside a strand of dark hair that has fallen on her face. “PJ is a bitch. She's a bitch to everyone who's not Josie and especially to you, it's always been like this. You can do better.”

“Like who?” she whines and you huff.

Maybe it might seem a little rude the way you're talking now, but Hazel is your best friend and you've been having this conversation for months, even before the fight club, and it seemed impossible to give her any advice and talk some sense into her head. After the game with the big fight against Huntington and your group of friends grew, things only got worse, because now there are finally more people to hear about her longtime passion.

It turns out that there is no one to listen to you about your long-time passion for her.

It's ridiculous, sitting here next to your best friend, listening to her talk about another girl. The girl she likes.

Still, all you really take into consideration is the way her eyes shine against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, the way her hair falls in thick, unruly locks across her face, the way she rolls up her sleeve of the colorful jacket wrapped nervously around her wrist and the dreamy, yearning tone of voice with which she speaks so desperately about what ails her.

Isabel turns her attention to Hazel, looking almost apologetic: “Y/N is right. You have a crush on her since, what, third grade? And she’s being a bitch with you even after you guys made out in front of, like, the entire town.”

Annie leaned on her elbows to join in the conversation, holding a half-bitten apple in her hand indignantly: “She’s literally acting like a straight guy!”

Everyone at the table looked at her at that.

“What? It's true! She’s giving all those confusing signs: sticking her tongue on your throat after barely apologizing for calling your mom a whore, being nice with you for a while and then getting right back to her bitch act without giving you a word about it.” Annie rolled her eyes, “Aren’t gay people supposed to be more mature than that or whatever?”

Hazel shrank even more in place: “Guys, please.”

“Girl, what are you even talking about—”

“You could, you know…” You rest your chin on your palm, “Ask her what you guys are.”

Hazel seemed to suffer in anticipation just imagining this, “I don't want her to move further away and stop being my friend by insinuating anything. I just wanted her to be nicer.”

You shrug, looking away from her tiredly to unwrap your grilled cheese, “Then I’m afraid everything will stay exactly as it is, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, way to show some self-respect, Haze.” Annie added sarcastically.

Hazel dropped her weight back against the table, putting her face in her hands dramatically and you silenced everyone when you saw Josie and PJ coming towards the table, pulling Hazel a little closer and putting your arm around her back to push her away when PJ sat on the other side of her.

You change the subject quickly and you choose to ignore the look Isabel and Brittany exchange as Hazel gratefully leans into your touch.

“Why are you whining like that?” PJ asks, looking disdainfully at the scene. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

You thought you could get through the rest of the day, or at least your lunch, without any more arguments, but that unfortunately doesn't seem to be the case.

“Leave her alone, PJ.”

Hazel sighed, finally sitting up straight to cast a disgusted expression at the tray in front of her.

“I would,” she said, “but now my fries are all cold and limp and the texture gives me shivers.”

Already feeling another nasty comment coming, you decide to interrupt quickly, shrugging: “I’ll trade you for my grilled cheese.”

Hazel immediately brightens: “Really?”

You can't regret your impulsive decision when she looks so cute like this, pushing the package towards her and giving a little smirk in response to PJ's annoyed look.

“Yep,” you highlight the P at the end of the word, “I'm sure.”

Mind you, it's not that you hate the girl exactly. It's just that you hate the way she treats your best friend, which makes you not like being around her most of the time.

And maybe – just maybe – you're a little bitter, because you make a point of giving her a smug look from across the table to the sound of Hazel's excited exclamation of 'you're the best!'.

Your lunch goes without a hitch other than your sad fries and Isabel's eyes burning holes in your head and you're happy to remain quiet and listen to your friends talk for the rest of the time.

Isabel still looks thoughtful when the bell rings and everyone starts to leave for their respective classes. Luckily, the two of you shared the next period, so you could just go ahead and ask her if she had anything to say.

…Which ended up not being necessary, as Isabel pulled you aside with Hazel as soon as she said goodbye to Josie while you looked at each other in confusion as you were suddenly practically dragged through the hallways under Hazel's protests because that was definitely not the way for her to go to class – and your own too because, damn, the cheerleader had a surprisingly strong grip on your arm.

“Isabel, what the hell are you doing?” You ask, perplexed and worried, narrowly avoiding bumping into a random kid carrying a stack of books.

“You know, Hazel, about your problem,” she blatantly ignores you, “if you want PJ to actually choose to be with you and ask you out for real, you could, like, just make her jealous.”

You don’t know why you’re hearing that, “What?”

Isabel shrugged, “It worked for me and Josie, and we know they think kinda alike.”

Hazel stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway, interested: “I’m listening.”

“Oh man.” You groaned.

Your head is hurting just at the concept of such an absurd idea, with the three of you standing in the empty hallway, talking about some crazy plan.

“Josie only made a real move on me when she saw me getting back with Jeff,” Isabel grimace in disgust as she recalled, “She got all tearful and jealous when the group broke up and I started ignoring her. That made her act.”

Hazel seemed to drink in every word of what she said, nodding her head at the reasoning as Isabel explained it as if it were the most logical thing possible.

You leaned your head against a locker behind you, crossing your arms around your body defensively. If Isabel brought you along for the conversation, it's because you're definitely part of what she's planning.

“And you didn’t bring this up when we were all arguing about it because…?” You asked.

“I would have said something sooner, but you two were so busy having a moment that I didn't want to interrupt.”

You gave the finger to the sound of Isabel's laughter and Hazel dismissed what she said with a gesture, even though you noticed how red her face turned.

“This is so stupid.”

“It’s brilliant!” Hazel grabbed your shoulder, shaking it excitedly, “It might actually work! What do you have in mind?"

Isabel shrugged, “You just have to, like, get someone to make out sometimes and show it to her face.”

“Like…?” Hazel asked, not understanding what she was getting at.

But you did.

“Like her,” she pointed at you.

“Oh.”

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

“Oh, but no freaking way!” you exclaimed, face burning with embarrassment, “Don’t bring me into this. It’s not my problem!”

“But didn’t you want to help her?” Isabel asked, sounding too innocent and you realized that this was what she had been planning from the beginning.

“Yeah, with advice!”

This is stupid. This is really so stupid. You should have been in class for a good few minutes now, paying attention to anything on the board and counting down the remaining hours so you could put it all away and leave, because it was Friday, there were no club meetings to be at and it was your movie night with Hazel. That shouldn't change.

“No, she’s right.” Hazel walked in between you, shaking her head in denial: “It’s not happening. I thought about, like, flirting with someone in front of her, maybe making up a date or something.”

“PJ’s not gonna buy this. You, suddenly showing up with someone new? Very desperately obvious.” Isabel pointed out, “Besides, just flirting with someone probably won’t hold her attention long enough.”

She was right. Isabel was painfully right and you knew it. You two, by the way Hazel's expression changed. By the way she seemed to be seriously considering it.

“But I,” she stammered, “I can’t just ask someone to do that for me and use them like that.”

You took a deep breath, “Thank you!”

Isabel cast one last glance between you, before finally raising her hands in yield, “Well, it was only a suggestion. It's just that you guys already act like a couple anyway so I thought it would make more sense.”

She turns and resumes her walk down the now completely empty hallway – only now do you wonder where the hell the monitors were –, leaving you and Hazel standing there like idiots with distraught expressions, before shouting over her shoulder:

“At least it would be more convincing!”

Your movie night starts late and turns into a sleepover because you all got detention for being so late to your periods and now it's too late to be worth going home anyway, so you stay.

In all the years you've known each other, you've slept at Hazel's house more times than you can count as much as she has at yours, you know this huge place inside out. It's like your own home too. There's nothing weird about curling up in her ridiculously large bed, wearing an old sweatshirt you left there and a pair of sleep shorts she lent you, pulling the covers up so they wrap around you perfectly, and getting as close as possible with her laptop between you, playing some animation on it. Is not strange. It's familiar, it's recurring.

Except it isn't.

There's a tension, a slightly awkward silence that has hung between you since you left school and were alone for the first time since that conversation, that damn conversation, that leaves you nervous and upset with the expectation that something horrible is about to happen and change everything between you. Because Hazel seemed too quiet and thoughtful for someone who wouldn't do anything.

God, you don't like this, this stillness and how it affects you. You don't like how you can't help but notice the way her shoulder presses against yours every time she takes a slow, deep breath, how warm and soft her arm feels where it touches your skin, and how comforting is the weight of her chin resting on your shoulder. You hate it even more to see the soft features of her face illuminated by the blue light of the screen, making you squirm nervously because Hazel is all you can focus on.

And the thing you hate most, without a doubt, is the fact that she must not have noticed any of these things, nor your behavior in general. There's no reason to do it, nothing should be strange to her. Because she doesn't like you that way.

You don't pay attention to a single minute of the movie until it's over and Hazel is moving to turn off her laptop, snapping you out of that trance you've put yourself in without realizing it. She gives you a smile and stretches her arms above her head, tired.

The two of you exchange a few words as you get ready for bed, getting around the elephant in the room, and then you're in bed again, this time without any lights, Hazel staring at the star-decorated ceiling and you with your back turned to her, fidgeting for what feels like the thousandth time and trying your best not to make things even more awkward. Anyway, you can't sleep, even with the tiredness of the day and you know she can't either.

“Hey,” Hazel calls out to you in the darkness, her sleepy voice suddenly startling you. “It was, uhm, really crazy what Isabel suggested, right?”

“Yeah,” You replied hesitantly, turning to her to see what she was getting at: “But you can’t stop thinking about it.”

She hums in agreement to her statement and turns to you as well, keeping her eyes on the sheet.

“It’s just that it seemed too good to pass up the opportunity, you know?” Hazel's hand traces meaningless patterns on the fabric, “As if in those fanfics and books where these things happen, the couple always ends up together and, I don't know, I guess I just felt like I was finally going to give a step and do something about it.”

The way she looks so upset and frustrated breaks your heart and you resist the urge to move even closer and take her hands in yours, seeing Hazel sad feels terribly wrong no matter how many times. You want to help solve her problem. You wish the problem didn't even exist in the first place, but man.

It would be so, so much easier to just be a good friend and support her if you didn't have these stupid feelings bottled up in your chest. Make crazy plans, smile and wave and encourage her to chase the person she wants. It would be enough.

“Things will work out, Haze.” You say it instead, because saying whatever is going on in your head right now might just make everything worse.

“You're right,” she turned around again, gesturing with her hands nervously: “I probably wouldn't even be that good of a girlfriend anyway. I wouldn't know how to plan dates or give gifts, or act all cool and smooth when I'm with her. What if I'm too embarrassing? What if she found me too annoying and ended up breaking up with me?! I think that would be worse. Being romantic seems so hard.”

“I think it should be something unconscious if it’s with someone you really love,” you shrugged, playing with a loose thread on your clothes, “But, no, you’re not like that. I mean, I think you'd be more of the kind of girlfriend who makes thousands of kind gestures to show that she cares without even noticing it, like, writing notes, opening doors, bringing flowers or something. At least I’d like to get flowers, I don’t know.”

Hazel turned her head to you, meeting your gaze hesitantly, with eyes so bright and hopeful that your heart swelled so much it could pop out of your chest at any second.

"You really think so?"

"Yes." You sigh, “Yes, I’m sure.”

The weekend had been relatively peaceful, with you having returned home by the morning after a very bad night of sleep that you spent mainly staring at the ceiling with Hazel sleeping next to you, the rest of the day passed in a blur and now it was Sunday night.

Sunday night and you and your friends were all gathered at the city fair, some event organized purely because there weren't many other ways to entertain yourself living in a small place like that, but there was a lot of junk food and stupid games to spend your money on, so of course everyone always went to it.

Everyone except Hazel, apparently, since she's late and you and your friends are all gathered together, waiting for her. Oh, and there's a cotton candy almost melting in your hand from where you're leaning against Brittany's fancy car.

Later you would say that you only got into this stupid situation because of a cotton candy; PJ and a cotton candy. A goddamn cotton candy you bought for Hazel Callahan.

“Hi, lads!” And there it is the source of your teenage angst.

One look and you know there's something wrong with Hazel. You haven't seen her since that night, but she seems a little distraught, panting and with her hands resting on her knees from running up to you.

“Finally!” Sylvie exclaims, fixing the beanie over her head, “The fair started already, I want to go before they take all the good prizes from the game stalls.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hold you guys here,” she waves awkwardly and the group dismisses without further comment, you all heading towards the colorful event.

You walk beside her, noticing how nervous and distracted she looks, eyes focused on the floor and hands twirling the rings between her fingers. She doesn't seem to have noticed your presence.

“You're late.” You say, without the expected bite because you're honestly more worried than angry right now.

She squeaks in fright, making some of your friends look over the shoulders to check on you. She recovers quickly, however:

“No, I'm Haze.”

You let out a nasal laugh at the completely adorable, stupid, and alarmed expression on her face. Of course she would answer something like that.

“Here,” you hold out the candy toward her, trying your best to appear indifferent. “I got you one before the line got too long.”

Her jaw dropped a little before breaking out into a shiny smile: “Oh, you've got my favorite!”

You shrug, “Just don’t let anyone throw it away this time.”

“I won’t.” Hazel swears.

She seems to be strangely close to you as you walk together, shoulders side by side, your hand would probably brush hers if it weren't properly hidden in your pockets and Hazel still has that nervous look of someone who has something to say.

You turn your head to her when your friends decide to stop on a stand, frowning and placing a hand on her arm gently.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You ask and she gulps.

“Yes, uhm,” she clears her throat, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, “It’s just that I really wanted to ask you a favor.”

For a moment you don't even think twice about it, leaning back on her playfully.

"A favor? You know I don't do anything for free Haze,” you smirk, patting her on the shoulder, “Win me a stuffed animal or a goldfish and maybe I'll consider it.”

She doesn't smile and respond wittily like you expect, instead she looks even more shy, shrugging her shoulders as if she wants to disappear and folding her hands comically with the cotton candy behind her back.

“Look, I know we’ve already talked about this, but please.”

Oh, so it's about that then. Seriously.

“Haze,” you sigh.

“Please,” she repeats, “I just need you to—”

And that's when things derail out of your control.

“Guys,” Josie waves, pointing to the others, “let's go before Sylvie picks a fight with the stand dude.”

You hadn't even realized how long you spent standing around talking, but now PJ is staring at you, looking somehow uncomfortable.

“Are you done flirting there? We have more things to do, you know.” She points indifferently.

Hazel looks pleased for a moment, a determined look covering her face, which makes you suddenly nervous. A determined Hazel is an impulsive Hazel.

You clear your throat, “We weren’t.”

PJ rolls her eyes at your response and then she approaches, with Josie watching the exchange hesitantly before taking a step back and resigning herself to returning to her girlfriend, lucky girl.

PJ is too close, in a way that makes that bitter, unfair feeling come back to you, she reaches out to grab Hazel's cotton candy, just like she did at the last fair you all went to.

Except this time Hazel stops her from doing it.

“Hey, don’t.” She takes the candy out of her reach easily, looking upset, “Y/N gave it to me.”

"So what?" PJ protests angrily, “You act like she's your girlfriend or something.”

Oh god.

Hazel looks deep into PJ's eyes for a moment and whatever she was looking for in her expression, she seems to find exactly what she wanted.

“That—”

Oh my fucking god, this was exactly the opportunity Hazel had been waiting for. The opportunity to make an impulsive decision that may or not ruin your friendship.

“—Is because she is.”

You look at her in alarm, grabbing her free hand and squeezing in warning, which perhaps wasn't a smart choice of action for what you wanted to avoid.

“What?” PJ flicks her gaze between you and your hands repeatedly, as if she didn’t expect such a turn of events, “What?”

Hazel lifts her chin and pulls you closer, as if challenging her indignation, but you see the exact moment her breath hitches as you open your mouth to question all of this, her eyes meet yours, nervous and pleading, begging you to just play along.

And then, because that girl in front of you is annoying as fuck, because your best friend is convincing you with her sad puppy eyes, and because you spent 8 dollars on some stupid cotton candy, you stay quiet and let PJ think whatever she wants.

“Fine,” she huffs and turns around, “Whatever.”

You feel Hazel trembling slightly against your grip and she sighs audibly in relief when PJ finally leaves.

“Dude,” her shoulders slump tensely, “Thank yo—”

“Dude?” You repeat in disbelief, dragging her behind the nearest empty corner, “What the fuck were you thinking about?”

Hazel flinches at the sound of your screams, letting go of your hand instinctively, the false confidence from seconds ago immediately disappearing.

“I panicked!” she exclaims.

You inhale deeply, “Haze, I told you not to get me involved in this.”

“I know, I'm sorry,” she looks away, completely embarrassed and you notice that she inevitably dropped the candy along the way as she reaches her hands out to grab both of yours. They're cold and sweaty against your skin.

You know she didn't mean any wrong and you can't stay mad at her anyway.

“Why didn’t you talk to me again before making a scene like that?” You ask, as softly as you can.

"I was trying! That's what I was going to ask you. I—” She lets out, “Ineedyoutobemygirlfriendforawhileplease!”

It came out too quickly and all as if it was a single word, but you're sure you didn't get it wrong.

Hazel keeps talking to stop you from protesting – which is exactly what you were about to do –, letting go of your hands and gesturing:

“I had even prepared a speech to convince you that it was actually a good idea, seriously! It would only be for a while, just a little. But I was desperate because earlier Stella-Rebecca told me that Josie told Isabel that PJ is interested in that short cheerleader who just joined the club and I wanted to cry because I'm losing my chance and wha—”

“Haze, sweetheart,” you interrupt, grabbing her shoulders to stop her, “Slow down, okay?”

She mumbles another silent apology, squeezing the rings between her fingers and you don't know what to do. There's a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach from when Hazel pulled you close earlier, almost protectively, when she stated that yes, you two were a thing, and for a moment you think about being able to have moments like that with her every day, in her acting like this around your friends and you showering each other with affection all the time and a yearning in the back of your mind to show her that you could actually be a good partner for her.

“It was… it was pretty ridiculous, my speech,” she begins again, “I was going to say something like 'come on, don't you want to think about this a few years from now and be able to laugh and brag about how you were the one who helped put together your friend with her crush like that?'” Hazel chuckles awkwardly, “But I think it sounds too arrogant.”

Hazel tugs at the sleeves of her sweater anxiously when you don't answer, it's been getting a little cold lately and she's wearing the sweater you gave her for her birthday last year. You feel yourself giving faster than you could think.

“You know I wouldn’t ask that to hurt you, right?” she questions hesitantly and you instantly know it's true. “I just wanted to show that I’m worth it.”

You sigh, defeated, “You’re worth it, Haze.”

Hazel looks at you hopefully as you take her hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling her into the crowd.

"Let's do this." You agree.

Screw it. Maybe you'll laugh about this later.

[themultifandomgal]

I have a Mark Sloan x female

What if Mark Sloan had been dating Meredith’s older sister who is head of trauma. Y/n and Mark broke after the situation with his daughter and grandson.

After the night at Joes after the attendings had been celebrating Derek, Mark and y/n ends the night with sleeping together.

About 8 or 9 weeks y/n starts to feeling nauseous and tired. Callie starts to feel the same way as y/n, the two friends takes a pregnancy test and they both finds out that they are pregnant.

Callie had slept with a stranger from joes bar.

Y/n tells Mark that she is pregnant with his child and he wants them to get back together.

Maybe you can make it as two or three parts, something based on season 7 episode 9, 13 and 14

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt1

It all started 9 weeks ago with one drunken night at Joe’s Bar. One night of weakness. I promised myself I wouldn’t run back to Mark, but I did. We broke up because I felt he needed to focus on his daughter and his unborn grandchild. I still love him, I think I always will. Maybe braking up was a mistake, but here we are. Now Callie and I are sat in my bedroom both with pregnancy tests in hand

“I’m scared” I reveal

“Me to. At least you’ll know who the dad is though”

“Why did we go to the bar that night?”

“Because we were celebrating Derek. The real question is why did we get so drunk?” Callie replies

“Cal, what are we going to do if they’re positive?”

“Well, you need to talk to Mark. But whatever you decide to do I’ll be by your side. If I’m pregnant I’ve already decided I’m going to keep them”

“I mean I have wanted to be a mom forever and I am getting older” just then the timer goes off. Both Callie and I take in a deep breath and look down at the tests in our hands. 2 pink lines. Pregnant. Tears immediately start to threaten to fall from my eyes, emotions are all over the place, scared, confused, excitement

“I’m pregnant” Callie says

“Me to”

“You ok?”

“I honestly don’t know how I feel. You?” I turn to face my best friend

“Same. Guess I gotta tell Arizona now”

“Fuck I gotta tell Mark” I groan placing my head in my hands

“You want me to come with you?”

“No” I shake my head “I gotta do this myself. I’ll call you later”

“Good luck” Callie says as I get up from the couch and leave my apartment, heading straight for my car and then Marks place.

I knock on the door waiting for what feels like ages until it finally opens up to a confused looking Mark

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure…” Mark opens up the door more so I can step into his place. Knowing where everything is I head straight to the kitchen to get out a bottle of beer for him and a glass of juice for myself

“Bit early to drink isn’t it”

“I think your gonna need it. Go sit” I follow Mark back into the living room and sit down next to him. It’s silent for a number of minutes until Mark finally says

“So you going to tell me why your here and trying to get me drunk while you sip on orange juice”

“Mark, I’m pregnant”

“Your… you… are you sure”

“Yeah. Took a test this morning. Plus no period, I’ve been feeling nauseous and tired. Boobs are aching and I swear they’re already a cup size bigger”

“But we used…”

“Are you sure we did because we were both pretty drunk. Look I think I want this, the baby. I’m getting older and I’ve wanted kids for a long time. If you want to be apart of their life I would love that, if not then that’s ok I under….”

“No I want to do this. I’ve missed the chance to be a dad before. I’m not doing that again. I want to be part of their life”

“Well ok then. I still need to book for a scan so I’ll Errm let you know” I stand up ready to leave

“Wait. Err I was just making some lunch, made to much for one… so if you’d like, you can stay for a bit” I give Mark a little smile and nod my head

“Ok. Yeah”

[rxmqnova]

The very grumpy yn, more than bucky, is in a relationship with Wanda, but normally she doesn't like to show the love she felt for Wanda, she is in love, she is her person but been in hydra for so long, even after she wasn't there anymore, she was free like five years ago but still feeling that way.

So the avengers had a party, and even if she tolerate the alcohol like Nat or Yelena, she decided to try the asgardian licour, it was only a shot but she was very drunk, even she didn't recognize her girlfriend when she went to find her on the balcony.

She thought it was someone trying to hit on her so she told them she has a girlfriend, so Wanda started to ask about her and Yn become a little sappy about it, it's not like she hasn't heard anything like that from her before but the way she was talking, she got a bit emotional, she said like a small speech and when she finished she said that sometimes she just wanted to say those things to Wanda, she felt she deserved it and she started to cry a bit and saying sorry to the person who was next to her, Wanda.

Confession

NO ONE'S POV "Why do we have to go there? He's throwing up a party nearly every weekend. Can't we just skip today?" Y/N sighs, flopping on hers and Wanda's shared bed.

Wanda shakes her head with a smile, sitting down next to her girlfriend. The witch would normally think about staying in with her girlfriend, but it's Tony's Christmas party tonight.

"We skipped last time, Y/N/N. It's Tony's famous Christmas party tonight, we can't miss it" Wanda says only to receive a groan from her girlfriend. "Oh, come on" She nudges Y/N's shoulder playfully on which Y/N rolls her eyes, making Wanda let out a chuckle as she stands up and goes to get ready.

Y/N joins her girlfriend in a few seconds, earning a smile from Wanda and a kiss on the cheek which makes Y/N blush and that doesn't go without a notice from Wanda, though she doesn't comment it.

When the pair's ready to go, the girls get on the way to the Stark tower where Tony's party taking place. Holding hands they walk in, immediately getting greeted by loud music and so many people.

"Look who showed up, the Grinch herself" Tony teases, walking to the girls when he sees them, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"It's not funny anymore, Stark" Y/N shakes her head, sending a glare to the man in front of her.

"Let's have a drink" Wanda decides, dragging her girlfriend to the bar immediately before her and Tony start arguing. She knows Y/N doesn't drink, but that doesn't mean she can't get a juice or something at least.

As usually, Y/N orders juice, sipping the drink alone as Wanda disappeared to the restroom.

"Hey, there" Sam appears out of nowhere, making Y/N sigh and roll her eyes.

"What do you want, Wilson?"

"Oh, come on. It's Christmas! Let's have some fun. Look what I have here" Sam smirks, showing Y/N a shot of asguardian liquor he got from Thor. "I brought it just for you" He smirks once again.

"You know what? Fine. It's boring here anyway" Y/N sighs, taking the shot from Sam and immediately feeling way better. It surely works fast.

But suddenly Y/N remembers her girlfriend is missing and decides to go and find her.

So after wandering around for a while and bumping into unknown people, the girl ends up on the balcony, collapsing on the couch Tony has there.

"Hey, there" Wanda smiles, taking a seat next to her girlfriend as she only just said goodbye to her friend who's she been talking with here on the balcony. "Everything okay, baby?"

"I'm looking for Wanda. Have you seen her?" Y/N asks, staring at the girl next to her.

"I'm Wanda. I'm right here. Are you okay, honey?" Wanda furrows her brows in confusion, looking at Y/N who just stares at her blankly.

"No, no, no. I mean my Wanda. She's my girlfriend, so don't even try!" Y/N warns, lifting her index finger as a warning. "Can you help me find her?" She asks, a quiet whine escaping her lips.

"Of course, tell me about her" Wanda chuckles, wondering where will this go.

"… My Wanda is the most beautiful girl on the entire world… She has brown hair and the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen" Y/N says, smiling at the thought of her girlfriend. "Have you seen her?" "Hmm, I don't know. What is she like?" Wanda asks, finding this actually really sweet and rather amusing.

"She's just awesome" Y/N lets out a sigh. "She's the most amazing person ever. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve her" She sighs once again, looking down on the ground and playing with the rings on her fingers.

"How so, Y/N/N? I'm sure you're the best one for her" Wanda smiles, placing her hand on her girlfriend's back and rubbing it to comfort her, only to receive a shake of a head in disagreement.

"It's just… I did so many horrible things. I don't deserve to be happy, you know?" Y/N sighs, her eyes filling with tears on the thought of all those things she's been doing with hydra.

The Avengers rescued her from one hydra base for about 5 years ago, though Y/N just can't help but blame herself for everything she's done with hydra, even though she was made to do all those things.

"Wanda's the sweetest and I love her so damn much, but sometimes I can't even tell her that, because I feel like I don't deserve her" Y/N continues.

"Don't say that. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. Yo-"

"Hm-hm" Y/N shakes her head, tears quietly running down her cheeks. "I just wish I could tell her how much I enjoy our movie nights. I still don't know what Wanda loves about those sitcoms so much, but her cuddles are worth watching it" The girl admits, making Wanda let out a small chuckle.

"Or the way her nose scrunches every time she smiles. I love that nose scrunch so damn much" Y/N continues, bringing a smile to Wanda's face. "And the sweet little notes she always leaves for me. I don't think she knows, but I have them all hidden in my nightstand. There's so much more I'd like to tell her, but I can't… Something inside of me is just stopping me" Y/N confesses, a sigh leaving her lips as tears are still running down her face.

Wanda sighs, trying to stop the tears that started filling her eyes. The fact that Y/N hides every single note she leaves her just got her.

"I don't normally do this. I'm sorry you had to listen to this and watch me cry" Y/N wipes her tears, feeling a bit embarrassed for telling all of this to a complete stranger.

"Hey, don't apologise for your feelings. Your girlfriend is lucky to have you and I'm sure she knows how much you love her even though you find it hard telling her" Wanda gives her girlfriend a smile, receiving a small smile back.

Surely Wanda's had a few doubts when Y/N's not been able to show much emotions over the time they've been dating. But after tonight she knows Y/N loves her the exact same way like she loves Y/N and now she knows for sure she wants to spend the rest of her life with the girl next to her.

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I wanted to post this one for Christmas, but I've been very busy lately and only just finished it😅

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[feyhunter78]

Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[zsturiolosx]

Your secret is safe with me.

pairing: Soft!chris x ED!reader

summary: since you and your boyfriend, Chris, started dating, he realized he had never seen you eating anything unhealthy, just fruits, salads, water, and one day he questions you about it…

warning: slight angst, fluff, use of pet names (ma, baby.), crying, compulsive eater.

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You and your boyfriend, Chris, were out in a famous fast food, just because Nick and Matt were out and it had nothing to eat in his house.

Chris had ordered a cheeseburger with french fries and Pepsi, and you had your typical Caesar salad with no croutons and a bottle of natural orange juice.

Chris lets out a low groan once he eats a bite of his burger, closing his eyes.

“Ma, this is fucking delicious! Here, take a bite.” You giggled, shaking your head.

“No, thanks.” You reply smiling, taking a sip of your juice. “I believe you.”

Chris chuckles, still keeping his burger in front of you. “C’mon, it’s really good, you have to try it.” He insists, as you start feeling slightly annoyed.

“No, baby, thank you.” You say a little more harshly, wanting him to drop it.

Chris sighs, seeming to be thinking about something for a couple of seconds, before he starts speaking:

“You know what? I’ve never seen you eating unhealthy food during all of our relationship.” He furrows his brows with a slight smirk, thinking this was just a silly topic, but not for you.

As soon as Chris started speaking, you couple feel your hands shaking and your eyes burning. You could feel already a lump forming in your throat, as you slowly drop your fork.

“Why is that, ma? Your diet is so strict, you know you can eat good food sometimes, right?” Chris chuckled softly, taking a sip of Pepsi. “I highly doubt that you enjoy eating only salad and fruits, that’s crazy to me.”

“Chris, enough!” You shout, sounding more mad than you should, making Chris look at you confused. “Drop it, okay?! I don’t want your burger.”

You sigh, trying to maintain calm, as you look down, eating a small bite of salad. Chris stayed quiet, now eating his food silently.

And it kept going like this during the whole lunch.

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You and Chris had arrived at the triplets house about ten minutes ago, and your boyfriend stayed in the living room, while you went running to Chris’s room.

As soon as you laid in his bed, your eyes started to water up, tears streaming down your cheeks, as you pinched your forearms, trying to stop that desire growing in your stomach.

Every day you fought against the urge to eat everything you saw, even if you weren’t hungry. Every day you had to stay strong and focused on your diet, before that compulsion hits you like a hammer, like it did your whole life.

You remember the times you used to eat every five minutes, and how you use to hate your body, your face, and even feeling down, you couldn’t stop eating.

You found out you were a compulsive eater at sixteen, after begging your parents to let you go to therapy. And since then, you had a strict diet to keep that compulsion from controlling your life again.

You loved your body now, your face, all of your pimples were gone, and you had so much more energy. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss eating chocolates, and ice creams, pizza and burgers again. And to make it even worse, you had to watch all of your friends and boyfriend eat everything you most wanted and keep their health completely normal and healthy.

And, of course, none of them knew what you have been through and how you feel every day, because they wouldn’t understand, no one does.

Your thoughts were cut short by the door opening suddenly and your boyfriend entering the room.

“Y/n, have you seen my-“ Chris stops talking once he sees you laying in bed formed like a ball, your eyes full of tears, cheeks red and wet.

“Baby, what happened?” He asked softly, sitting down by your side, in his face clear worry and concern.

“I’m s-“ You sob quietly, getting up and sitting down with your back against the bed frame. “I’m sorry i snapped at you, Chris.”

Chris laughed softly, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, wiping your tears away. You snuff with eyes filled with water, a pout on your lips.

“It’s okay, baby.” He laughed softly, adored by you. “But you’re not crying over this, what’s wrong?”

You look away from his sweet and piercing blue eyes. “No, it’s nothing.” You whispered lowly, not wanting to let Chris know about this dark chapter of your life.

“Hey, Y/n.” He said harsher, holding your face so you’re looking at him. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. You know you can count on me for everything.”

You snuffed and grabbed Chris’s hand, putting it over your lap and caressing his hand with your thumb, gulping dryly and getting yourself ready to open up.

No one knows about this except your parents. You know you can count on Chris, and you’re sure he’s not gonna tell anyone if you ask. It was just really hard.

After a couple of minutes in complete silence, you sighed lowly before speaking in a calm and low voice, your body slightly trembling.

“I-i have an…” You paused, biting your bottom lip hardly, your eyes filling up again as you look up, trying to stop your tears from falling.

“It’s alright, take your time.” You smiled softly at Chris, your heart being consumed by your love for him.

“I have an eating disorder.” You blunt out, your voice almost inaudible. “I’m a compulsive eater.”

You can hear Chris’s breath hitching in his throat, as he holds your hands tightly. Chris could feel his heart shattering as he hears your confession. He would never think that, you were always so uptight with your diet and always eating so healthy, he imagined you just enjoyed staying healthy.

“That’s why my diets are so strict and i have certain hours to eat.” You whispered again, bringing your gaze to meet his eyes, as he looked at you so intensely and carefully.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me this before?” Chris asks softly, his voice filled with worry and pain. He imagined you going through that alone, while he had no clue. “If i knew that i would have never said anything i said today. I’m so sorry, baby, i was an idiot.”

You chuckle weakly, chewing on your bottom lip.

“It’s okay, Chris, you didn’t know.” You smile slightly at him, holding his hand tighter. “I found out when i was sixteen, but i always knew something was wrong.”

“I hated my body, i hated everything about me, but yet, i couldn’t stop eating. I could be so full my stomach hurted, but i would still eat if anyone offered, or if i saw something i really liked it.”

Chris lets out a shaky breath, the thought of you hating yourself made his heart ache. Chris thinks you are the most beautiful person in the world, most perfect, smart, kind, the love of his life.

“I never want to go back to that, that’s why i’m so focused on my eating habits, and so obsessed over my weight.” Tears fell down on your cheeks, as you sigh quietly.

Chris stayed quiet for a seconds, before he pulled you into a tight hug. His face buried in your neck and his arms holding your wait so tightly like he was afraid you were gonna vanish.

He breaths in into the scent of your perfume, caressing you back gently, pulling closer to him, if that’s even possible.

You lean back just enough so he can see your face, as you look at him with your red and watery eyes, a serious expression across your face.

“Can you please keep this between us?” You ask lowly, breathing fast and short, chest rising up and down quickly.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Chris whispers, smiling softly, before pulling you into the embrace of his arms again.

“I love you so much, Y/n” He says into your hair, his own eyes burning with just the thought of everything you’ve been through.

“I love you, Chris, more than you know.” You reply, feeling comfort and love in your boyfriend’s arms, feeling like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

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I really hope you like this!! I feel like BED is not remembered as much as it should, and me as a person who suffers with it, i feel like it should be talked more about it. It’s also an eating disorder, and i feel like people mistake anorexia as the only eating disorder.

All of the eating disorders should be treated with the help with therapists and nutritions. Remember, you’re not alone in this.

Love you all ❤️

[straykids-97]

Jackson Wang Drabble 🫧

So, I���ve been listening to Jackson Wang a lot lately and I was at work listening to In My Bed and had a random smutty thought. Could honestly be applied to anyone but for the sake of canonicity it will be about the Mr. Wang.

Strangers?

You’re sitting on Jackson’s couch, enjoying the evening by playing card games and drinking. Your usual Friday night these days.

Various different songs play of the speakers of his tv and for a moment, Jackson gives you a sideways glance. You notice, but think he’s trying to read your bluff. Though, that’s not at all what he was thinking or trying to do.

After he beats you for the 7th time, you fold. “I’m done.” You grumble, snatching your drink off the table in front of you. He smiles at you as he slowly takes his drink and begins to shuffle the deck of cards once more. There was a brief pause before he speaks, “This kinda makes me think of the first time I met you.” He reminisces, a soft smile on his face as he looks at you adoringly.

You can’t help but grin back, “Oh?” The night you met was far from a simple night in playing cards with Jackson. In fact, you met him at a club. However, that night ended you with an impromptu dance lesson to one of his songs, In My Head. You both were plastered, borderline blackout drunk. You somehow managed to remember enough of the night and cherished how the two of you must have looked, drunkenly dancing and laughing at your terrible foot work as Jackson tried his damnedest to teach you any semblance of rhythm.

“So, do you come here often?” He asks, gesturing to the room. You cock a confused eyebrow, “Uh yeah. I practically live here.” You snort, twirling your drink around in your hands. “The club? You just not have much of an interesting life.” It dawns on you that he’s trying to roleplay the night you met. After the wave comes over you, you start to play along.

“Yeah well, you see,” you start to explain, “I have this boyfriend who works a lot and I’m just bored. One of my friends invited me out so…” you gesture around the room. “Here I am.” The conversation isn’t exactly what you guys had said to each other at first, but then again, you both were improvising.

“Must not be a good boyfriend if your seeking attention from bored in a club.” He sips his drink and watches you over the rim of his glass, heat in his dark irises. “I think he’s plenty good.” You defend, “he treats me well, he spoils me, he loves me…” you gave your hand, “he’s just busy with work.”

He leans in taking your glass from your hand and whispers, “a man who’s dumb enough to waste time at work and to let you come out without him, must be ignorant enough to lose a beautiful woman like you.” His voice sends chills down your spine as he creeps over your body and wraps his soft lips around yours. You whimper and your hands dive right into his hair, the kiss heating up rather quickly.

Before you knew it, he managed to wiggle you out of your shorts. He’s sitting back in his calves, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. “I’ll show you how a real man worships their woman.” He parts your thighs and scoots back enough so that his face is level with your groin.

You gasp as he spits, the saliva landing on your damn panties. He gives you that infamous grin as he hooks his forefinger around the hem of your panties. You shudder and he presses a flat tongue to your clot, causing your back to arch off the soft couch. “God- Jack!” You cry out, making a deep rumble emit from the back of his throat.

He wastes no time and immediately presses two fingers into your soaked core, your hands flying to his shaggy licks to grip anything of his. You moan out to God as he causes wave after wave of euphoria.

Finally, he pulls away. His lips and chin are soaked as is the couch beneath you, a mixture of his spit and your juices coat the three surfaces of your thighs, his face and the fabric of the couch.

Panting, you stare down at the man between your thighs. “That’s not how our night ended.” He grins at you as he presses a kiss on the inside of your thigh. “No,” he sighs, coming up to level with your face, “but… that’s how I wanted it to.”

[williamswifey]

i just came up with this and i could DIE i feel smart. (i also haven’t done an ask on here in a FAT minute so sorry if i do it weird??) reader is a worker (camera, makeup, etc. just some sort of tech element) behind the scenes on the set for tlou and meets bella and they become friends and then more :)))) can be as short or long as you’d like!!

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐘 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; when you had taken a summer job as a makeup artist for the up and coming show the last of us, you expected to make money—but you didn’t expect to find love.

content warnings ; swearing,

a/n ; i was SO excited to do this request omgomg, i might’ve gotten a little carried away and accidentally made this suuper long, part two is on the way!! i hope you enjoy this miniseries :)

p.s. also im still working to get my ask box in my bio, but requests are open and feel free to submit asks <3

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you had always had a fascination with makeup—ever since you were little. whether it was practicing eyeshadow in your bedroom when you were eleven years old…or making a buck from your friends when they asked you to do makeup for the school dance.

eventually, as you matured, your talent matured with you. you were humble about your skills—always calling it a ‘simple minded hobby’, or ‘a way to relieve your stress’.

it was springtime, two weeks before summer vacation—you’d be starting college in the fall; and you were sitting at the kitchen table with your mother, going over potential internships to spend your summer.

“what about a makeup artist?” your mother commented, taking a sip of her orange juice. you looked at her blankly, before sighing.

“mom, i appreciate the idea—i really do…but come on—where would we even find somewhere that had makeup artist internships?”

“i found you a job as a makeup artist in canada,” your mom spoke up, sparking your interest as you looked up from your phone, “sure, it’s a little far away from home…but it’s good practice for college. plus, you’d be making a little money on the side, it’s a win-win situation.”

“in canada?” you asked, confused , “mom, what?”

“it’s for a new show, the last of us. an old friend of mine reached out, personally asked if you’d be interested.”

the last of us. the name sounded familiar. you shrugged, feeling flattered at the thought someone personally asked your mother if you’d be interested.

“sure,” you agreed, “that sounds fun.”

***

three weeks later, you, your backpack, and your suitcase had arrived in alberta, canada.

you were staying in a hotel room nearby the sets, and you couldn’t wait to get off your feet. you had ordered a shared-uber, trying to save as much money as you could. you’d be spending the entire summer here, and the point was to make money—not lose it.

you stood on the sidewalk as a black car drove up to you, as you read the license plate, recognizing the car as your uber. you piled your things into the trunk, stepping inside.

“y/n l/n?” the driver asked, and you nodded your head in confirmation.

“yup,” you said, “that’s me.”

“it’s nice to meet you,” the driver said. wow. this driver was much much friendlier than the ones at home.

“we’re waiting for the other rider, so hang tight and we’ll get you to your destination in no time.”

you thanked the driver, placing your headphones in your ears. you scrolled throughout your spotify playlists, ultimately deciding on the superache album by conan gray.

it wasn’t until minutes later when the other rider arrived, and your jaw dropped. you suddenly felt insecure in your airport fit—baggy sweats without makeup, messy hair finishing off your disheveled appearance.

the other rider was the most attractive person you had ever seen. their hair was short, down and mostly covered by a grey hat. they had on a casual pink t-shirt and black jeans. the driver helped them put their bags into the trunk besides yours, and before you knew it they were sliding into the seat next to you.

“hi,” you said, holding out your hand, “i’m y/n.”

the stranger smiled warmly, and it made you even more flustered, if that was even possible. god, you didn’t even know their name yet—you had to get a grip.

“i’m bella,” they said, a british accent as smooth as butter, “pleasure.”

you smiled back, taking out your airpods, placing them back into your case, hoping that your conversation with bella would extend.

“no way,” bella said seconds later, “you listen to conan gray, too?”

you looked at her and blinked.

“sorry—i wasn’t looking over your shoulder,” they quickly said, “i just saw a glance of the album cover, i’d recognize it anywhere.”

you grinned.

“no worries,” you assured. “i take it you’re a fan of him?”

bella nodded enthusiastically, “he’s only my favorite singer of all time.”

you bit your lip excitedly. canada was treating you well already.

“we have so much in common,” you chuckled out.

“that we do,” bella agreed, pausing, “so…are you here visiting friends?”

you shook your head.

“no, i’m actually here for a job. i’m working as a makeup artist.” you said with a smile.

“me too! well—not a makeup artist, but i am here for work.”

“that’s so cool!” you gushed, “what do you do?”

“i’m an actor,” bella said.

your eyes widened. as if they couldn’t get any cooler.

a lack of sleep from the plane ride must’ve been catching up to you, as you hadn’t quite put two-and-two together.

still, you managed to stay awake, talking to bella throughout the entire duration of the car ride. bella was going to lunch to meet a few people, whereas you were going straight to your hotel.

bella had gotten on a phone call minutes before you arrived to your destination, making your goodbye rushed and awkward. you cursed out whoever was on the other end of the call.

it hadn’t been until you were halfway to the elevator of the hotel until you realized you had forgotten to get bella’s phone number.

fuck.

***

you tried to forget about the mysterious bella as the night went on. you had taken a long nap as soon as you arrived to the hotel room—which helped get your mind off things, but the second you were awake, bella was on your mind.

how could you have been so stupid?

you had never met someone that was so easy to talk to before. you had never met someone as cute as bella either. they were the entire package and your forgetful-ass blew it.

still, life had to go on. you pushed aside your disappointment as you began to unpack and officially settle into your room, and you called your parents to alert them you arrived to the hotel safely.

the sun had begun to set, and you were halfway through unpacking. you had made a few calls between the makeup department in the last hour, and they had told you that you needed to bring your own makeup in to set tomorrow—just until the makeup the crew had ordered came in.

while you found the whole ordeal slightly unprofessional, you actually didn’t mind at all—and you were happy to provide. you were just a little annoyed that now you had to pack up all your makeup and bring it to set at 6 in the morning.

right. you had forgotten how early you had to be awake. the car ride was forty-five minutes away, since the set was basically in the middle of nowhere—and you wanted to be able to look nice and presentable.

if you wanted a shot at getting eight hours of sleep, you had to be asleep now.

you brushed your teeth and washed your face faster than you ever had before, and settled into your bed. you were out like a light, and the dreamy stranger from the car ride definitely didn’t appear in your dream.

***

“shit, shit, shit.”

you had slept through your alarm. on the first day.

it was 5:15 when you woke up, and you practically hopped out of bed in shock. screw getting ready for bed fast last night, you had gotten ready today at a record lightning speed.

you were calling yourself another uber as soon as you were dressed, deciding to do your makeup in the car. it was your strong suit, and you weren’t worried about not getting that done in time.

it was 5:30 when you got in your uber. you’d be at work at 6:15…fifteen minutes late, and you’d pray that you wouldn’t get fired before you even walked in.

maybe it was luck—maybe it was something else, but there was practically no traffic on the road since it was so early in the morning, making your arrival 5:57 a.m, not late.

you sighed a breath of relief as you entered the set, a yawn slipping past your lips. you’d make sure to find a time to grab coffee.

it took you a few minutes to find the makeup artist trailer, and when you did…you were in shock. there was a chair, a desk, and a mirror—with your name on it.

you barely had time to bask in the sheer excitement of it all before someone appeared behind you.

“hi,” a voice called out, making your tired figure jump as you turned around.

a woman stood before you. she was much older than you, with blonde curly hair, a warm smile on her face. this must’ve been brianna, your mother’s friend.

“you must be y/n. i’m brianna,” she introduced, “i’m technically your boss—but i don’t care about those kind of labels. i’m just here to help you get settled.”

you nodded and smiled at her, launching into a brief conversation. you learned that the last of us had started shooting a couple of weeks ago, but they had been shooting scenes with characters that you weren’t assigned to.

it was confusing, getting used to everything. it turned out that every makeup artist was assigned to a few specific characters. brianna did the makeup for the actors of joel, sarah, and tess. you were assigned to riley, maria, and ellie.

the actresses for riley and maria wouldn’t be shooting until the next month, so for now—you only had one actor to worry about. you didn’t know the actor who was playing ellie yet. you hadn’t checked your email giving you the names of everyone.

ellie was the main character of the show, you quickly learned. you had received a script of the basic information about the show last week, but you had yet to read it. you made a mental note to check it out when you got back to your hotel room.

like brianna said, the scenes that the show had started shooting hadn’t included ellie’s character yet, and it was the actress’ first day on set—making it yours, too.

everything brianna said felt surreal. you had a real job, and you were only 18. sure, this was temporary, but you promised yourself that this would be the best three months of your life.

as if on cue, you heard footsteps enter the van, and you knew it must’ve been one of the actors preparing to get their makeup done. by you.

you tried not to internally squeal, attempting to prepare yourself to meet whoever would walk through those doors.

you did not expect to see your mystery uber buddy, bella, walk through said doors.

you blinked.

“bella?” you said, as they turned their head towards you, a confused smile quickly making its way up to their face.

“y/n?” they replied back, “holy crap. i knew you were a makeup artist, but i didn’t put two-and-two together.”

you giggled.

“you said you were an actor! that should’ve been easier for me to figure out the details,” you spoke, and bella shrugged.

“both of our mistakes then, i guess,” they began, a small chuckle leaving their lips.

“yeah,” you agreed.

maybe fate had a plan for the two of you after all.

***

the next few weeks had been magical. you saw bella everyday, sometimes for hours at a time. they’d be the first face you saw in the morning and the last face you saw leaving set.

it was nice, having ‘quality time’—as they called it, when you did their makeup. it wasn’t too much, it never was, just little touch ups to make their skin look less oily on camera and small things like that. you didn’t think bella needed any makeup at all.

the longest part of the makeup process for ellie was her scar. you had to do the scar on bella’s eyebrow every morning. that was probably the hardest part. it wasn’t the fact that you had to do it perfectly each time—no, that was easy—it was the fact you had to get extremely close to bella’s face.

they’d always giggle when your noses accidentally brushed together, or if you guys would make eye contact when they opened their eyes—even though you told them not to.

“i can’t help it,” they’d say, “if a pretty girl’s face is right in front of mine, i’ve gotta sneak a peek,” bella was obviously joking—they always were, but that didn’t change the way your face would go beet red as you struggled to find a comeback to their words.

the flirty dynamic of you and bella’s friendship was developed early on. you were easily flustered, and bella was a natural flirt. it was like two missing pieces of a puzzle.

you had the same schedule as bella—since you were their makeup artist, and since you did, the two of you often spent your lunch break together.

there was a small diner near the set, where bella took you almost everyday. you always playfully argued who’d pay.

bella always won, as they had secretly snuck the waitress their credit card before you even got the chance to get out your wallet.

“bella,” you’d say, “you don’t have to do that.”

“think of it as a thank you.” they’d reply.

“a thank you? for what?”

“for hanging out with me.”

you’d roll your eyes.

“we have the same schedule.”

“yeah,” bella would sigh, “but no one is forcing you to be here. you could be anywhere else in the world, but you’re here. with me.”

that would always shut you up pretty quickly.

they had your order memorized—a grilled cheese sandwich and a vanilla milkshake. you had their order of avocado salad memorized too—their meals were easy to remember, as bella was one of the only vegans you knew.

you guys would talk the hour away, most times giggling back and forth about how you dreaded going back to work that afternoon.

but you never dreaded it. not really.

how could you, when your lips got to be inches away from bella’s as you painted on their scar?

you knew pretty early on that bella made you really fucking happy. they brought out a giddiness in you that no one else ever had, they took the weight off of your shoulders.

brianna would tease you everyday about it.

“you guys are so whipped for each other,” she’d say, after bella left the trailer to go film.

you’d blush as you put away the brushes that had been tracing bella’s skin only moments prior as you shook your head.

“no way,” you’d deny, “we’re just friends.”

brianna would laugh, just like she always did.

“friends don’t look at friends that way.”

and as much as you pretended to deny it, god, you hoped she was right.

[https-shan]

benny weir - cockblock

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"y/n" benny looked at me with puppy eyes. "what benny?" i smiled and looked at him.

"do you want to come over today?" he asked smiling like a goof. "benny?! she cant we're playing-" ethan came from aroudn the corner.

"hey guys!" rory walked up to all of us smiling. "whats got you all happy" i smirked well looking at rory.

"nothing, cant a guy just be happy?" he looked at me disgusted "not all of us are depressed" he joked with me.

"thats a new low, even for you rory" i rolled my eyes playfully. "hey" he put his hands up like he was surrendering "it was going to come out either way"

i saw erica and sarah walking down the hall. "hey ethan look, your girlfriends walking this way"he hit my forearm. "she's not my girlfriend, you know that"

i tried hiding my laughter. "deny, deny, deny" me and benny said at the same time, and laughed.

ethan put himself together by fixing his colar and fixing whatever rinkles he could find. i smirked looking up at benny.

"so benny-boo what do you say we leave and go-"

"hey y/n i need to talk to you about something" erica spoke up.

i turned to look at her "yeah of course, let's go" i pointed down the hall gesturing her to follow. she obliged

"whats the deal with you and benny? did you guys do anything yet" she smirked.

"well..." i sighed "not really, we get as far as making out and someone interrupts"

"oh.. that sucks" she turned to look at our friends. "i could get you guys alone?" she suggeted.

"E, i love you but i want to get this done myself" i sighed.

"its fine i get it" she turned around "are you coming?" she turned to see if i was behind her.

we got back to the group and talked until the bell rang. we all went our seperate ways, except for me and benny because we had the same class.

we got to Mr. G's class and sat in the back.

"why are we sitting back here?" he looked at me confused. i smiled "no reason, just a change i guess"

he nodded his head and looked up at the board.

we were writing down notes, well i waited for everyone to finish including benny, i was getting bored. Class was almost over but i was extremly bored, an idea popped in my head.

i put my hand on benny's thigh. "what're you doing y/n" he looked at me worried.

i looked at him innocently "nothing benny, what do you mean?" i moved my hand up higher.

"y/n-"

i moved my hand from benny's thigh almost immediately.

"benny" Mr.G clapped his hands together "do you know the answer to the question?" he looked at benny.

"i- uh what? sorry what was the question" he looked up at Mr.G with a slight blush on his face.

the bell rang, "ah next time benny, see you guys tommorow"

i got up from my seat and said goodbye to Mr.G.

i heard someone behind me, already knowing it was benny i moved to the side so he could walk beside me.

"sooo" benny said in a sing-song voice.

"what is it benny?" i smiled.

"no. no no. you dont get to act all innocent now-"

"hey guys!" rory came from around the corner. "hey rory" i smiled.

"how was class, batman" i smiled. "first thank you, no one calls me batman, and it was soooo boring" he chuckled "did not get a thing done"

"rory im sorry but me and benny need to get home, talk tommorow. kay?" i tried my best to get me and benny away from everyone.

once me and benny got to his house, i went in the kitchen to grab some juice.

"y/n, baby" benny was standing behind me. i hummed, i turned to look at him.

"can we finish what you started in class?" he looked at me with hunger in his eyes.

before he could say anything else i leaned up and kissed him, he took no time to kiss back, it was passionate. he put me onto the counter and moved so he was standing in between my legs.

he licked my bottom lip asking for entrance, i opened my mouth and he explored my mouth.

"benny!" we heard the door close. we both groaned, "in the kitchen grandma" i got myself off the counter.

"oh hello y/n, what're you doing here?" she smiled at me.

"uh me and benny have homework to do" i took a sip of my juice.

"mhm" grandma gave benny a look and walked out.

i looked at benny with a worried look "she defiantly knows"

he goaned "its grandma, she knows everything"

sorry if its bad lmao if you have tips to imrpove my writing please dm

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, In the Beginning

Summary:  You and Jack instantly connect

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, squirting, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of an abortion, sweet!Jack, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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A/N:  so I got an ask about Jack and reader in the beginning, and this was originally going to be a drabble...but it didn’t turn out to be.  These two are something else, but at least it gives you an insight as to what they’re fighting for, and their sweetest stage of the beginning of the relationship.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

You take a sip of your beer as your eyes roam the bar, dumped again by a jerk who wasn’t worth your time, but now here you sit on a Friday night with your best friend TJ scoping out the bar, “Why are we here?” You whine looking up at him.

“You said you wanted to get laid.”

“Did not,” before you can even pout, TJ covers your face with his hand. Already spotting a man he had been eyeing again.

“Being seen with you is not helping my game.”

“Fine, then leave me,” he turns, looking at you, narrowing his eyes, and starts shaking his head. “We came here for me to find someone as desperate as me to have sex, and go on about our lives, but now you’re eye fucking some hot man at the bar.”

“Guilt tripping?”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Find me a man.”

“That one,” he points out quickly, and you turn to glare at him. He wasn’t your type at all. “Are you looking to get fucked or looking to get married?”

“Why not both?”

“No!” He playfully bonks you on the head. “You don’t marry the first guy you see at a bar.”

“I’m not interested in the first guy. Find me another,” you look back at the bar to see the man you actually were sizing up. He was just your type. A bit rugged, drank beer, boots, leather, and one that kept looking back at you. Confused as to why you were checking him out when you clearly had a man with you.

“Fine, then why don’t you go talk to Mr. Mysterious and his giant friend.”

“I am not interested in the giant friend.”

“No, you’re interested in a man that looks like he has ten layers on,” you give him a whack to his arm, but look the man up and down again. You couldn’t see, but it looked like he had a cute ass. He gives a stretch, and another look over at you before his friend and him go over to the pool tables. “Don’t look at his ass.”

“A good ass is the way to my heart,” you respond, lifting up off your chair, and yes, a perfectly rounded tush. “I want that.”

“Go get that. One night,” getting in front of you, TJ puts both hands on your shoulder, “I know you. One night.”

“Or…”

“No! Down girl. One night.”

“I was going to say, all night, next morning, and all weekend,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “TJ, you’re killing my game.”

“This…this is your problem. One night turns into you doing sweet things for them. Leaving your little crumbs that you were with them. I swear you wipe your pussy juice on their shit, because they can’t get enough of you. That or you're a freaky thing in bed, and quite frankly I don’t want to know which is correct. But then they chase you around, and you love it, but when you give them nothing in return, they retreat, and you chase, but it’s not fun for you, and your texting and calls happen less frequently until they break up with you.”

“Are you writing a book on my dating?” Slapping his hand on his face, he pulls it down. “That is not…no, I don’t do that. I don’t wipe my pussy juice on anything.”

“They become obsessed with you, until they don’t. Explain.”

“I would say that you could sleep with me, and find out, but I’m not your type,” you start walking away and over to the man with his giant friend.

“I tried! The thought of touching that made me vomit.”

“Shh,” you whisper as you get closer. Grabbing up a pool cue, and playing the dumb girl. TJ groans, because he’s seen this a few times as well. He sits down at the bar, ordering another drink for him, and a beer for you.

Just like clockwork, you pick out a cue, but somehow a few fall to the ground, “I’m sorry,” your whiney voice. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Even Daphne the bartender snickers watching the show. She’s seen it, too. “Oh,” you stop standing up as the man you had been ogling for an hour comes to your rescue. “Thank you. I’m such a clutz,” standing up you get to finally see his eyes, and he was exactly your type.

Bright, and almost innocent looking. “It’s okay. You play?”

“Yes,” TJ and Daphne answer together, but of course you shake your head no.

“I don’t even know how to stack the balls,” another play. Say things that could possibly turn into a crude twelve year old boy joke, make them sweat, while they try to be as polite as possible.

“Why hasn’t your boyfriend taught you?”

“Boyfriend?” You give him a smile, and look over at TJ, “That is my best friend. He’s gay. While he might be someone who I would go after, he’s been looking at that man right there,” thankfully you always knew when to help TJ out. Giving him the go ahead to leave you be.

“You wanna play with us?” Jack grabs a stick, and places it in your hand, “Seems you’re losing your best friend.”

“Will you teach me?” Daphne doesn’t even pop the top of your beer. You were in your zone. Jack timidly grabs your hand, and leads you to the table him and his friend were playing at. Introducing him as Callum, and nervously realizing he never got your name.

It’s easy to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when Jack actually did know how to play. Jack wasn’t a dummy, though. He had caught you a few times slightly shaking your head at the plays that Cal had made. Well, if you wanted him close to you, he was going to make sure that you got what you wanted.

Leaning over your body completely, and holding your hand, every time it was your turn. His mouth was right at your neck as he whispers directions on what to do. His front was pressed completely to your back, and you could feel what he was hiding under those loose clothes. His arms were huge, and you had a desire to have them wrapped around your neck, or even ripping your legs apart.

Jack chuckles behind your ear, as his lips brush against your heated and tingly skin. You arch your back, and push your ass more into him, and he softly moans in your ear, “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing. Just,” his voice was silky, and the way he was speaking made a flood of slick rush to your core.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a beer, why?”

You peek back at him after you hit the cue ball yourself. His eyes were just as black as your own. You were adults, and there was no need to deny your urges. “You could drive us to your place?”

“Yep,” he says quickly, standing up and looking at Callum, “I’m calling it a night,” he raises his eyebrows, while Cal looks between the two of you. His shoulders falling.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow,” Cal watches as Jack pulls you towards the door, but TJ bolts to the exit, and stands there. “What?”

“I need an address. Real one. What is it that you do? I know karate, and know how to use a gun.”

Jack gives him his address, and pulls out his wallet. His ID shares the same address as he told TJ, and even shows his police badge, “There’s the badge number. You’re killing the mood.”

“As long as you’re not killing her, I really don’t care,” you can’t help but giggle at your overprotective bestie. Following Jack out to his car.

“How far away?”

“Ten minutes,” you give him a pout, but Jack reaches over, and lays your seat down a bit.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out.

“Since I’m so far away, how about you let me play with your pussy.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry…is this where this was going? If I misread all this, I am,” you unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand down your front, pulling it out to show Jack just how soaked you were, “How does it taste?”

Slipping your fingers in your mouth, you moan at your taste, “Good enough for me,” his hands dip under your pants, and for a man that had only just met you, he seemed to know what you liked. Teasing at your clit. Giving enough stimulation, but never too much. He didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he selfishly only wanted his dick to feel you clench around him.

Both of you knew this was just a one night deal. You were aware that this wasn’t serious, but you enjoyed it. Your body rocks with his ministrations as he pulls into his garage. You looked almost too pretty like this to even want to get out of the car, until he finally pushes two fingers into your neglected hole. Pumping them in and out of you, and you were sensitive. Whimpering out his name, and your walls start to flutter. God, he hoped this wasn’t a quick encounter.

Grabbing at his hand, you pull him out of your pants, and bring his fingers to your mouth. Sucking off your arousal, before smiling at him, “I think you have something better than your fingers, huh?” Looking down at his jeans, he readjusts himself again, but he couldn’t hide how hard he was. “Show me the bedroom.”

Jack struggles to find the door handle, and helps you out. Your mouth slams onto his, while he walks backwards into his house. Pushing aside any item that was out of place with his foot, before the two of you were dropping onto the bed. Becoming a mess of sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and flying clothes until he was crawling over you.

Settling himself in between your thighs, and pushing them further apart with his legs. His tip runs up and down your slit as he gathers your slippery juices on his cock. One night stands were rarely this personable. He was staring only at you as he slowly enters into your wet heat. His cock stretched you out beautifully. He was thick, his mushroom tip guiding him deeper, and you could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they sunk into your pussy.

It was like he was made for you, because he hit every spot inside of you. Picking up your hands he holds them over your head as he bottoms out. You let out a desperate moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I want to feel your entire weight on me,” he lets go of your hands, and holds himself up with his forearms. Slowly pulling himself out completely, before he drills back into you. Making you yip as his tip grazes your cervix. Leaning down he gives you a filthy kiss while his thrusts become harder. His speed picks up, but still he wants to take time with you. Watching every change your face makes as you slip into pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fingers grip tight to his back as your jaw goes slack, letting him feel every heated breath coming out of you. You scream out his name as your walls clench down tight around him. His hips push him deeper into your weeping cunt, until the dam breaks, and you gush on him. Throwing your head back as a deep guttural moan releases from the both of you. You don’t want him to pull out, but you know you should.

He pulls out and barely makes it with his spunk coating your mound, and he lays his forehead on yours, panting. “You want me to call a cab?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, just…shh,” Jack doesn’t want you going anywhere. He wants to keep you here all night. “When I get horny again, can…”

“Please?” He chuckles at your answer, and leans back to look at you. His calloused fingers pet over your face.

“Where did you come from?”

“The bar.”

“Well, how about you stay here tonight,” he pulls himself off of you, and his naked ass walks into the bathroom, and you still think he has the cutest tush. Coming back with a cloth where he cleans himself off you. “And when one of us gets horny, just, have at it?”

“Just for tonight?”

“You want to make this a regular thing, Sharkie?” You curl your nose up looking at him. “What? You want me to believe you didn’t actually know how to play pool? Even the bartender was laughing at you. You gonna play me and leave, Pool Sharkie?”

“Never.”

Callum follows Jack out to his car, and gets in, and immediately starts laughing, “What?” He asks as Callum lifts up a pair of your panties, “Yeah, about that…I have no explanation.”

“You see her every night?”

“When you get to spend most of the night fucking, yeah. Yeah, she can come over whenever she wants to.”

“And you go see her?” He asks, holding your lacy underwear up with two fingers before Jack swipes them from him, tucking them safely in his pocket.

“TJ prefers her to be here at my place. He says we're loud,” Callum slaps at his partner's shoulder laughing. “What?”

“You’re falling for the girl.”

“I’m falling for her pussy.”

“You’ve been drunk fucking her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack scowls looking at Callum, who shrugs his shoulders. “No, spill it.”

“I’m sure Mrs. O’Malley would love to hear that her alter boy was fucking a townie every night. Unprotected?”

“Man, shut up. I pull out.”

You pace around the bathroom, while TJ just stares at the test. Waiting for anything to change, “Have you ever heard of condoms?”

“Yes, Teej. Things just…happened. He pulls out.”

“Yeah, well, your lack of a period is proving that’s a bad idea. Like…when was your last one?” You give him a shrug the last couple of months were a blur. “Seriously?”

“I’ve had at least one. Never had someone who wanted to have sex during my period either. If you could do it, I would highly suggest it.”

“Does he even take you out?” You give him a little swat on his arm. TJ knew that Jack took you out, you just didn’t stay out long. “Honey,” he looks down at the test and then back at you. “You and Jack need to have a talk.”

“Shut up. Shut up,” picking up the test, you throw it into the trash, and reach for another one. “I’m going to test again. That one was a lie.”

“And if that one is positive?”

“Then I’ll test until it’s negative.”

“That’ll be a few months, honey,” you scream, as you sit down on the toilet, letting your head rest in your hands. “It’s not that big of a deal. If you don’t want to say anything to Jack, we’ll go to a clinic. He never has to know.”

“I would know,” you look back up at him, and TJ squats down, “You know, all these failed relationships…I never…never mind.”

“Tell me. Because, I already know. You were reckless with sleeping with men. You get tested regularly to make sure you’re safe, but after a few months of sleeping with people you never cared if they came in you. You wouldn’t care if they left you if you were pregnant, because you wanted to be a mom. Those tests under your sink aren't because you’re scared, they’re in hopes of an actual positive test, and now that one is, you’re wondering if Jack is going to leave you or stay.”

“I hate you,” you pull him close to you, and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I could do it, you know? Be a single parent, I could do it.”

“I know. You just don’t want to. You want that nucleus family. If he doesn’t want the baby…I’ll be a good uncle,” you hiccup through your tears, clinging to him more. “I’ll take you to your appointments, because I know you want a baby. You want a child, so just…talk to Jack. You actually talk right? Or is it just moaning?”

“Yes, we talk. He loves Italian food.”

“Wow. I’m glad you know so much about your baby daddy.”

“So…you’re sure, sure?” You nod your head as you look at Jack go through all the emotions. “And where…what…I wanna give you the choice. This is your decision. It won’t affect me,” your eyes go wide at him, and you start to stand, pissed off at the audacity, “I mean, you’re the one that changes. Not me. You’re the one that has to deal with the strain and taking off work.”

“Do you want to be a part of the baby’s life?”

“Yes. But,” his hand goes behind his neck, and he ruffles his hair, grimacing at you. “I can’t tell my mom.”

“What?” This was all very confusing that he couldn’t tell his mom. He was a grown man, and eventually whether he told her or not, you would show that you were pregnant. If he wanted to be apart of the baby’s life, eventually his family would see you.

“She would die if she knew I was having sex without a ring on my hand. She’ll want this traditional husband and wife when it comes to children, and I can’t…I don’t want to do that to her.”

“What are you suggesting? Me turning up after the baby is born?”

“No. It’s crazy…it just is. I’m not suggesting anything,” he can’t even look at you while he talks. But it’s like nonsense over and over again. “I mean, eventually I’d like to think we got there, but to suggest it now, seems dumb. But I want to be in the baby’s life and yours. And I don’t want the baby to be the family secret and…it’ll happen sooner or later, so why not sooner.”

“What are you asking?”

“It’s crazy, so don’t freak out, but…we should get married,” you stare at him stunned, because this wasn’t at all where you thought he was taking this conversation. Never believed he would try to commit that much. There was a baby, and now there was a proposal of sorts. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“If we’re married you would…I mean your parents wouldn't freak out about the baby?”

“Alter boy,” he points at himself. “Ma thinks I’m still her perfect son.”

“So you don’t want to tell her that two people who have known each other for a little over two months that they can’t be in the same room long without fucking or sucking, and now I’m pregnant, but you’ll be okay with telling her we’re married?” It was crazy, but at the same time, you wanted to give it a try, and that made you feel even crazier.

You and Jack had shared a quick relationship, and one built mostly on sex, but it felt right. The moment he entered into you, you felt like he was your future. You tried to make the others work, knowing it never would, but Jack was different. “Okay. This is stupid, but let’s do it. We’ll get married. No wedding. Just…married. Maybe a wedding later, if we make it.”

“When we make it.”

“When,” you add in.

You slide into the booth, waiting on Jack as well, as you have a nice dinner with Cal and TJ. You were beginning to get uncomfortable and stretched because your growing boy was just getting so big. Jack seemed a bit distant and removed from the pregnancy, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You know, I never saw this one with kids,” Callum hums, holding his beer towards Jack. “He’s surprised me.”

“I always knew she was going to become a mom. She wanted it,” you wince, but smile over at TJ, “Everything okay?”

“He’s just moving a lot.”

“I can never feel him,” Jack awkwardly laughs. “I try, but I haven’t ever felt him. TJ has of course,” this was what was bothering him. You pick up your cup, and take a big drink. Waiting on Finn to start rolling around. Pressing your hand on your swollen stomach, and hoping to coax him out of hiding so his daddy could feel him.

Just when you see him push out your stomach, you grab Jack’s hand, and he waits. Getting a bit miffed, until Finn kicks right under his palm. Jack gasps as he looks up at you. Feeling around your stomach for his moving son. “That’s him.”

“It is,” you smile, tears springing in your eyes. For the first time Jack looked so proud of his son. “That’s your son, daddy.”

“Oh,” he moves his hand around, continuing to feel him. “Finn, I have waited months to feel you. It’s like you're really here now.”

“They’re so cute,” TJ whispers up at Cal. “You think they’ll make it,” he didn’t have to be too quiet, because you and Jack were lost in a bubble all on your own. He was so handsome, smiling at your moving boy.

“I think they could. Marriage is hard work though. And they got married quickly, so as not to make their timeline for conception too confusing. But look at him,” Jack leans in to give you a bruising kiss, but keeps his hand on your stomach, a place that it hardly ever left the moment he felt Finn kick. “I’ve known him for a long time, he’s never been happier.”

“Same. I’ve been her bestie since middle school. She pretended to be my girlfriend for a few years. She’s a loyal one. But for whatever reason, that man makes her happy. And apparently, nobody does it better than him.”

“I figured. I’ve found a few panties.”

“She leaves them for him,” Cal looks over at TJ, raising his brow, “Just a reminder of what he gets to come home to. By the way, you need a roommate? Mine got knocked up, married, and left me.”

“Hmm, yeah. I could move in. As long as you don’t mind women coming home with me.”

“I got used to men coming home with her,” Callum holds up a fist, which TJ awkwardly bumps. Looking back at you, before he slaps the table, “Alright, we came here to eat. I don’t want to vomit beforehand. We get it, Finn is precious and sweet. But the pregnant woman needs to eat. No pregnancy sex before dinner.”

“You ruin all the fun,” Jack groans, readjusting his pants, and then pulling you closer. Letting his hand rest on your belly, while he feels his son growing. “But I should feed you. You get angry without food.”

“So do you,” you knock your shoulder into him, before resting a hand over his. It felt right. Like even though you and Jack had rushed into this, it felt like you could do it. Like there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop the two of you. Plus, good sex. But the more time you spent with Jack, the more you grew to love him. And you were doing it together.

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ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 24 - New Friends

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

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“Yeonjun, this is soobin, Beomgyu, and Taehyun” Kai introduced as the 6 sat around the table. “Nice to meet you guys” Yeonjun smiled but looked at soobin “dude you’re like really good looking” he added making Soobin blush “oh uh thanks man” Beomgyu playfully rolled his eyes. “Save it for the bedroom”

The boys chatted amongst themselves as you sat next to Kai admiring him when your phone buzzed shifting your attention. You look up to see your two best friends waiting at the entrance looking around for y’all. You stood up “Yeji!” You yelled getting her attention. The boys looked over at what you were calling at, and taehyun felt his heart fall out of his ass. “Yeji!” Yeonjun exclaimed happily waving, she returned the smile but caught the younger boy's gaze. “Oh uh” Yeji froze but Niki dragged her over.

“Boys this my best friends, minus you gyu, Yeji and Niki” you said as they all greeted the two while niki dabbed up Kai. “Here yeji you can sit next to me” Yeonjun told her pulling out the empty chair that sat between him and Kai’s friend Taehyun. While Niki took the seat between Kai and Beomgyu.

Taehyun tensed up as the girl sat down awkwardly. He quickly pulled out his phone.

“-And that’s beomgyu!” Y/n introduced. “It’s extremely nice to meet all of you, I hoping I’d get to know the people that made my y/n so lively” Yeji smiled brightly. Kai swore he felt the whole food joint swoon. “Yeah, that’s great! So um yeji what do you like to do in your free time?” Beomgyu asked “birdwatching?” He added but a kick to his shin made him groan.

“Oh um I catch up on school and work,” Yeji told him thinking “work?” Soobin asked confused “I thought all of you were rich or smth?” Beomgyu said earning a glare from Kai. “Well it’s more like volunteer work but I do get paid a tiny bit” Yeji clarified, “she works at a dance studio teaching kids how to dance” you told them as Yeji looked away embarrassed. “Yeah it kinda takes most of my time so I tend to fall behind in my school work” she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

“Taehyun tutors!” Beomgyu blurted out groaning again as a shoe hit his shin once again. Yeji laughed “yes I am aware, I’ve been trying to book a session with him for forever now” she exclaimed. Taehyun looked over at her “is that why you’ve been stalking me” he bluntly said making Kai choke on his drink as the juice came out from his nose. You wiped Kai’s face with a napkin while Yeji began to blush.

“Yeji what was that?” You asked, she fiddled with her fingers before sighing. “I’m sorry!,” she turned to taehyun and bowed “I didn’t mean to I was gonna ask you the first time. But then my stomach felt all weird and I couldn’t-” Yeji was beyond red. They all over at Yeji as she rambled on about how Taehyun made her nervous feeling secondhand embarrassment, ‘does this girl not realize what she’s saying?’ Niki thought sipping a juice box from across the table.

“-And then I couldn’t stop following you-“ she continued but Tae’s laughter cut her off “it’s fine! I’m just glad you weren’t trying to kill me,” he told her “if you want we can schedule a session soon” Tae added smiling at her. She gave him a goofy smile in return while Yeonjun pulled her chair closer to him. “Okay let’s order already!” Kai yelled putting his hands together.

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 16

“So you’ve met him right? Like you’ve had actual conversations with the guy. What is he like?” Evan question.

“Yeah tell us! I want to know too!” Avery chips in.

The three of you have sanctioned the third floor dining room as your own. Now it’s your scheduled gossip space.

“I mean he’s just like anyone else. Easy to talk to, kind, compassionate. He never puts you down for your mistakes. He always has some kind of inspirational quote ready at hand and when he smiles it’s like the room lights up.”

A blissful little smile makes its way across your features. Avery and Evan exchange a look.

“Oh my gosh you have a crush on him!” Avery exclaims.

Your cheeks flush.

“W-What! NO! That’s crazy I do not!”

“You just commented on his smile and then stared wistfully into the distance. It was like a romcom scene playing right in front of our eyes. “ Evan teased.

That would have been endearing if you liked rom coms.

“He’s just a nice guy okay. I don’t have a crush on him.”

“Whatever you say. You sure aim high huh?” Evan grins when you shove his shoulder.

“Since we’re on the topic of interest, what’s your ideal type Evan?”

Avery straightens in her seat, and he suddenly looks a bit nervously.

“I-I mean someone nice of course. Smart too. J-Just nice and smart.” He starts laughing for no apparent reason and you raise a brow.

“If that’s the requirement then you should just date Avery. She’s nice, pretty and smart.”

Her face turns a deep shade of red.

“T-That's crazy talk!! H-He would never..w-we’re just friends and I-I..I NEED TO GET JUICE!!” She bolts out of there so fast you were partially convinced that maybe she’s a speedster.

Evan drops his head on the table with a heavy sigh and now you’re a little confused.

“Did I do something?”

“You know, I thought you were feigning the whole oblivious thing, but I think you actually are pretty dense.”

“Hey!”

He stands.

“I’m going to find her before she brings us back the entire vending machine.”

He heads out the door and you just stare at the wall, puzzled.

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“Then she just ran off. I must have said something.”

Harrison is trying to contain his laughter as he sits on your couch.

“Do you really not know?”

You shake your head.

“Not at all.”

He chuckles.

“From what you just explained, Evan must be interested in Avery and vice versa.”

“Oh…..OH!!”

The realization on your face is comical.

“Jeez, no wonder she ran off so fast. Damn it, now I made things awkward.”

“I wouldn’t overthink it. It may take a while for either of them to admit their feelings. I’m sure things will go back to normal eventually. They might even become closer. “

“Well, that does sound nice.”

Avery was your first friend here and Evan is the very image of your brother. So seeing them happy with each other sort of makes you smile.

Harrison takes a sip of his wine, and your gaze runs over his form. He’s still wearing a suit, leg crossed over the other. His presence gives off professionalism, yet you don’t feel like you’re in this room with the founder of Star Labs. He’s just Harrison. It’s who he’s always been. Everything he does seems so effortless and mature. He’s always in control and you suppose that is what has given you not just comfort, but confidence to lean on him with your troubles as well as your joy.

Avery’s comment doesn’t seem that far fetched now. You’re openly staring at him.

It’s a bit foolish to get attached. He’s never spoken of love, but you know his background. His late wife. Someone he’d lost due to the plans of an evil version of you. The pain that reality carries is almost too much to handle. You sip from your own glass, eyes low. He catches that brief look you wear.

“Are you okay?”

He places the glass down, and you follow, planting a smile on your face.

“Yeah, just maybe I had a little too much wine. “

You’re tipsy at most, so the excuse is weak. But he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t need to know. He’s done enough to help with your inner turmoil. He shouldn’t have to solve your love life too. Or lack thereof.

“I think I know you well enough to see through that.”

Your fingers run along the rim of the glass.

“Tell me..” He urges softly.

Gazing at the liquid longingly, you swallow.

“Have you ever wanted something..you knew you could never have?”

You don’t make the mistake of looking directly at him. If you do that, he’ll no doubt see beyond the cryptic words. He’ll see that all of his kindness, his humanity has you completely and utterly infatuated with him now. The revelation is almost too painful to comprehend.

“I can’t say that I have. But if it’s something that you want that badly, then you should fight for it. No one would get anything if they gave up because something claims to be unattainable. I believe we can achieve anything we put our minds to. Look at me, I am the prime example of an impossible situation. I shouldn’t even exist but here I am. If that isn’t extraordinary, then I don’t know what is.”

Once again you’re brought to your knees by his wisdom. You still avoid eye contact. Somehow you feel a lot better hearing those words.

It might not be out of your grasp after all. 

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That's what friends are for! (Serge DurandalxAmelia Nile)

Some Amelia love!

Unedited because I'm lazy

Genre: basically dis a romcom 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary: You better come get your man; I think he wanna be way more than friends. (Juice by Lizzo)

(Third person point of view)

"I'm tired, Amelia...he'll never feel the same way towards me..." Liz sighs, staring at their shared dorm's ceiling.

The ginger frowns, "Come on; don't say that. I'm sure he likes you. Maybe he's just...I don't know- not ready to confess yet."

"Amelia, he's THE Emperor. All girls like him; why would he go for the clumsy idiot?"

Amelia sighs, "Liz, he makes you clean his desk, doesn't he?"

"Yeah?" She looks back at her roommate in confusion.

"See? He totally likes you!" Amelia beams.

"Amelia, that makes no sense..."

She rolls her eyes, "Liz, you really don't understand men, do you? Think about it. Klaus isn't lazy, so why would he make someone else do his work for him? He's always around when you do it too, right? What do you think he's trying to do?"

"Torment me?"

"No! He's trying to spend time with you! I bet he even tries to start conversations with you."

"I mean...he yells at me a lot if that counts..."

"Hmm.." The ginger brings her her fingers to her chin, pausing to think for a bit. "Well, every guy has a different way to express affection, I guess." She shrugs.

Regardless of how unreasonable Amelia was being, Liz wanted to believe her. "You think so?"

"I know so! You just need to get him to realize he should confess to you."

She sits up to face her friend, "How do I do that?"

A few moments of silence pass before Amelia speaks up, "I have an idea."

Liz perks up in excitement.

"But you won't like it..."

She slumps back once more. "I should just forget about it and move on."

"Liz! How could you just give up on Klaus Goldstein?" Amelia scolds.

"That's the point, Amelia! He's Klaus Goldstein!" The brunette retorts.

Amelia sighs, "I'll help you out. Just leave it all to me."

×××××

"I don't understand how lemonade is supposed to help..." Liz ponders.

"Just do as I say, and you'll see for yourself."

"If you say so..." Still uncertain, the small brunette pushes the door open gently. "Prefect Klaus?"

"Oh, come in, Liz. Klaus is teaching a class at the moment, but you can wait here if you want." A familiar, cheerful voice invites them inside.

Just as the girls had planned, Klaus would still be busy for the next couple of minutes, and Serge was alone in the Prefects' room- the plan would turn out nicely.

Amelia nudges Liz the second they step into the room.

"Oh! We brought you lemonade!" Liz hesitantly approaches Serge, who happily accepts the suspicious drink. Liz hopes she isn't unknowingly poisoning her friend; surely, that couldn't be Amelia's oh so smart plan, right?

A few confused sips in, Serge drops to the floor, smashing the glass of lemonade in the process.

Liz barely manages to save his head from a concussion or worse. "Is that supposed to happen?!" Her head snaps to an equally horrified Amelia; the answer was a clear no.

Amelia rushes to place herself on top of an unconscious Serge, "Serge?! Serge!!" She holds his face in her hands.

"Amelia, what did we give him?" Terrified of what her friend's bizarre instructions had lead to, Liz hopes they could still save Serge (preferably, before Klaus comes back).

"A love potion; I was hoping we could try to get Klaus jealous, so he'd confess to you, but-" She frantically tries to explain before getting cut off by a ray of hope.

Serge moans in pain and confusion. "What's happening?" His eyebrows furrow together.

"Serge?!" The girls exclaim in happiness and relief.

"Oh, Amelia, I'm so happy to lay my eyes on such beauty." He dreamily rubs his face into her hand.

"Uh, er, I- you mean Liz?" Blushing, Amelia retracts her hands and tries to redirect the situation to the original plan.

"Well, Liz is not the one straddling me, is she?" He shoots a cheeky grin at a flustered Amelia.

She fumbles to get off but he grips her thighs, holding her in place.

"I- Serge, what are you doing?!" Liz semi-screeches.

"Mmhm, nothing." A dumb grin remains plastered on his face, as he continues to stare at Amelia.

"S-serge, I- this isn't-" Before Amelia could put together a sentence, someone barges in.

"Hey, I thought I told you- um...what exactly is going on here?" Klaus's irritated tone quickly switches to one of plain confusion and a lil bit of...suspicion? Disgust? Who knows?

"Prefect Klaus!" Amelia quickly pushes herself off of Serge while he was distracted by the interruption.

"That's me; yes." The blond raises his eyebrows, "still waiting for that explanation though." He crosses his arms.

"It's, uh, for a play!" Liz offers.

"A play?" Klaus repeats.

"A play!" Liz nods vigorously, eyeing a very confused Amelia. "Serge and Amelia are playing two lovers, so they were practicing!"

"Is this true?" Klaus stares right at Serge.

He giggles in response, "yes, in fact, we were just about to get to the kissing scene!"

"W-what?!" Amelia blushes furiously.

"What?" Serge blinks innocently.

"N-nothing! I think I have to go!" Amelia tries to escape the weird situation she found herself in, but Serge grips her wrist.

He pushes himself off the ground, "Aww, so soon? We haven't finished practicing the fun parts!" He pouts.

Amelia's face heats up even more; how was that even possible? She didn't know.

This was all going horribly wrong; Liz was the one he was supposed to be after not her!

"M-maybe later..." She frees her hand from his and quickly rushes past Klaus, her face remaining as red as humanly possible.

"Amelia!" Serge calls after her, but she doesn't look back.

Unfortunately for her, Serge soon catches up to her, "Amelia, wait!"

She almost stops, but her embarrassment pushes her to keep going until Serge grabs her by the wrist.

"Okay, okay, maybe I took it a little too far; I'm sorry." His other hand finds the back of his neck, as he gives an apologetic smile to a red faced Amelia.

"I- huh?" She faces him.

"You have to drink the whole thing for a love potion to work, Amelia; I just wanted to mess with the two of you."

"Oh." She responds before it registers in her brain what that actually means.

"Oh." She realizes. Then takes off sprinting.

"Amelia??" Serge is left behind, dumbfounded, "What just happened?"

×××××

"You ran away?!"

"Yes, Liz, I ran away; what else did you expect me to do?!" She groans into her pillow.

"Well, I guess I've done that before too, if I'm being completely honest." Liz chuckles, "but you're gonna have to face him eventually; plus, didn't you kind of have a thing for him anyways?"

"I'm gonna run away. Or fake my death." She groans louder.

"Amelia, come on, it's not that-" a knock on their window interrupts Liz.

Liz pushes herself off the bed and walks towards the window. She pushes the curtains aside and almost falls back in surprise.

"S-serge?" She pushes the window open, and he climbs in.

"Hey, Liz!" He beams, like he didn't just jumpscare the hell out of her.

Amelia moves slowly, pulling the covers over her head, hoping she won't get noticed.

Alas, things don't work that way.

"Hey, Amelia!" She jumps at the mention of her name.

"Hey, Serge..." Amelia slowly uncovers her head to look at the intruder.

"Oh, I just remembered I...have to be somewhere...important!" Liz exits the room, leaving Amelia to face her crush on her own.

"That little-" Amelia mutters.

Sighing, Amelia directs her attention back to Serge. "So, what brings you here?"

"I came to ask you out!"

"Huh?" Her face heats up; she really needs to work on that.

"See you at 7; wear something comfy!" He jumps back out the window casually.

"Hey, I didn't even say yes!" She calls out, but he was already gone. "Is this guy insane?"

She falls back on her bed, "well...guess I'm going on a date tonight..."

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#5

Context and Perspective: Fun Filled Weekend

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: None so far. Chapter: 3/? Word count: 2605

Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes. Also my first time writing for We Can Be Heroes and Marcus Moreno. First mention of Marcus in this chapter too!

Part Two | Part One

Sipping from the delicate china teacup you had been given, you took a moment to ponder the situation you found yourself in. Here you were, drinking tea and nibbling on homemade biscuits in the lair and home of one of the most notorious villains in the United States. To your right sat Chloe, your best friend’s niece and your sidekick, who was nervously chewing while trying not to make eye contact with the huge woman sitting opposite you both. Orphan Maker. You’d only ever heard stories of her, and now you were sitting on her sofa while she watched you eat her freshly baked snacks. 

“So,” You began before taking another sip of tea. “I just wanted to say thank you for the invite. Your lair, erm, home is lovely.”

Orphan Maker smiled warmly, her face lighting up at your compliment. “Oh, thank you. Is the tea alright? Can I get you anything else? I have some fruit juices if you’d like a cold drink. Would you like anything else to eat?” Her accent had a strange hint of Scandinavian.

“No.” You shook your head. This was so weird. You could feel Chloe tensing up beside you. “No, thank you. Everything is lovely. So, erm, you asked to speak with me in person?”

“Ah, yes.” Orphan Maker smiled again and nodded as though she’d forgotten why she’d asked you here. Setting her teacup down, she leaned back in her chair and looked you over carefully. “I wanted to meet you. Get a read on you, I suppose. See if it really was you.”

“Really was me?” You were confused. “You mean Freefall? You think I took him too?”

“The thought had crossed my mind. It didn’t fit with the evidence, but I had to consider it. You understand?” Orphan Maker shrugged. You didn’t know what to say. She was right, of course. Your name had been on the news connected with his disappearance. Everyone would be thinking it, even if it was only in passing.

“And now?” You set your own cup down on the coffee table.

“Now it’s obvious to me that you had nothing to do with this.” She smiled, and once more the warmth of her smile lighting up her face. “This matches with what my contacts have discovered.”

“So, do you know where he is?” Chloe asked suddenly, making you jump a little. She’d kept so quiet since you arrived you had wondered if she was ever going to speak. But apparently, a few freshly made ginger biscuits from Orphan Maker had relaxed her a little.

“I don’t.” Orphan Maker shook her head; you could swear she almost looked sad. “I must admit this whole thing has me puzzled. He’s not very well known. A new kid on the block, as it were. Odd power too. Apparently, he flies up and then builds up speed to just hurl himself at things. If someone wanted to make a statement, there would be better targets to take.”

“Easier targets too.” You pondered out loud. Orphan Maker nodded. “Also, if someone had him, wouldn’t they have made demands already?”

“I thought the same thing. Something about this whole thing feels weird, and I don’t like weird. Well, not this kind of weird anyway.” Orphan Maker signed and leaned forward. Her broad shoulders hunched as she rested her elbows on her knees and leaned closer to you and Chloe. “Truthfully, I’ve asked and even threatened everyone I thought might be involved in this. No one has him. No one wanted to take him. As you said, there are better and easier targets than a new boy.”

“You can’t have called me here just to tell me you found nothing.” You grabbed another biscuit as you picked your teacup back up. Taking a slow sip, you watched Orphan Maker’s smile shift from warm to conspiratorial.

“Very true.” She laughed softly. “I have a contact inside Heroics HQ. My source says they are in a panic and are grasping at straws. But more interestingly, the investigation has now been taken over and handled by their leader himself.”

“Marcus Moreno?” You were shocked. Moreno hadn’t been actively part of the team since his wife’s death a few years ago. Chat on the server said he’d taken to leading from behind a desk.

“The very same.” Orphan Maker nodded. “As I understand it, he recruited and trained Freefall.”

“He probably feels responsible if something has happened to him.” 

“Probably.” Orphan Maker stood up and walked over to one of the many plant-covered side tables. Pausing for a moment, she slid open a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper before returning to the sitting area. “Here. Freefall’s home address. Perhaps you can find something the idiot Heroics missed.”

~~~~~

A short time later, you and Chloe left Orphan Maker’s lair/home and headed back toward civilisation. Chloe had been quiet almost the whole time at Orphan Maker’s and even quieter since leaving. Walking towards an abandoned building so the two of you could change out of your costumes, you watched the young woman with concern.

“You ok?” You asked finally as you pulled enough boards away from the building’s doorway to force your way in.

“What?” She seemed startled. “Yeah. I, just, Orphan Maker was intense.”

“Yup.” You couldn’t help laughing. “But nice.”

“Yeah, that threw me a little.” Chloe seemed in another world as she started pulling off her costume. “I just don’t get it.”

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#4

Context and Perspective: Sneaky Assistance

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader  Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing Chapter: 5/? Word count: 1922

Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes.  This is my first time writing for We Can Be Heroes and Marcus Moreno. More mentions of Marcus in this chapter! We’re getting close.

Part Four | Part Three | Part Two | Part One

You spent all day at work with a strange feeling in your stomach. Orphan Maker hadn’t outright said she knew who you were but the time and place of the meeting definitely hinted at it. She had seemed very friendly when you had met face to face, but her reputation made you uneasy.

There was also the possibility that her reputation, like your own, had been blown out of proportion. The media and the wider public knew you as a villain. You had been accused of crimes you hadn’t committed, along with your good deeds twisted to suit someone else's narrative. Perhaps Orphan Maker has suffered the same fate. All you really knew of her had been based on public perception and gossip from the Server. Context was everything; you knew that. Surely if she really were a bad person, she wouldn’t be helping you. If she really were a villain and knew who you were, she would have already come after you.

By the time 5 pm rolled around, you were feeling a little calmer but still cautious. Getting up from your desk, you cracked your back and looked around, watching as your co-workers left. Were you putting them in danger working here? It crossed your mind every so often but today seemed particularly relevant. Even if Orphan Maker was the nice person she appeared to be, then there was still the matter of two powered people connected to you going missing. And, even if the disappearances were nothing to do with you, if someone was targeting people with powers, then just being here could put the office in the crosshairs of someone.

“You ok?” A soft voice broke you out of your thoughts, making you jump. Looking to your left, you could see your co-worker Dale's round, worried face. 

“Oh, yeah. I was just…” You started to laugh. You had begun to spiral. That’s what you had been doing. “I was thinking and sort of got lost in it.”

Dale nodded. “I do that too sometimes.” He chuckled back. “I can get lost in my own head, thinking up scenarios. It can totally get out of control. You know, I once made myself cry thinking about a puppy I was only thinking vaguely about getting.”

You laughed again, and Dale’s smile grew. “Yeah, I was getting carried away with myself.”

“Yeah. You working overtime?” He nodded thoughtfully.

“Oh, no. No.” You looked around at the empty bullpen and started to gather up your things. “No. Like I said, got lost in my own head. I’m heading out now.”

“Me too.” Dale gestured to his coat draped over one arm. “Walk you out?”

“Sure.”

You made your way towards the elevators silently, pushing the button and then waiting patiently. Other people were still milling about in the break room, their conversation drifting through the empty hallways as the two of you stood waiting. Soon the elevator arrived, and you stepped inside.

“Mondays.” Dale laughed out of nowhere and exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. “Am I right?”

“Erm, I guess.”

“So are you heading straight home or…?” Dale left the question hanging, looking over at you expectantly. 

“No, I have to meet someone.” You replied cautiously. You knew where this was going. Dale had asked out every woman if your department at some point. He was sweet but a little too enthusiastic sometimes. Always managing to say the wrong thing and making simple situations kind of weird. 

“Oh, that’s cool. Cool.” Dale nodded and pretended to act casual. “So where are you meeting him?”

You opened your mouth to answer but stopped. You had no idea if this contact was male or female. You only had a place, and you assumed they would make contact with you once they arrived. But you couldn’t tell Dale any of that. Sighing, you turned to him as the doors opened. 

“Dale, I have to meet a friend of my mom’s.” You weren’t sure where the lie came from, but Dale seemed to buy it as his smile returned as the two of you exited the elevator. You cringed inwardly. Why keep his hopes up like this? You weren’t interested in him, but you also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

Once outside the building, Dale was looking at you expectantly again, and you could feel the knot in your stomach growing. You should be preparing to meet a supervillain’s contact, not worrying about upsetting a co-worker who clearly couldn’t read the signs that you weren’t into him. 

“Thanks for walking me out, Dale.” You nodded politely. “I have to go now. See you tomorrow.”

“Yup.” Dale called after you as you walked down the street. “Tomorrow. Bright and early. Good old Tuesday.”

~~~~~

Frozenstar Memorial park was a short walk from your office, and you quickly found there was only one bench next to any magnolia trees. Sitting down, you glanced at your phone, it was 5:23, and you had no new messages. You had thought about letting Jada know your plan but weren’t sure whether to get her hopes up or not. This was a shot in the dark.

The park was moderately busy for a Monday evening, with families and couples walking around the winding paths passing beautifully maintained flowerbeds and sculptures. You had to hand it to the Heroics; this was a gorgeous monument to Frozenstar. 

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#3

Context and Perspective: Mister Heroic Himself

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader  Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing. Chapter: 6/? Word count: 1969

Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes.  This my first time writing for We Can Be Heroes and Marcus Moreno.

Marcus is finally here!

Part Five | Part One

You’d gone home after meeting with B feeling conflicted. On the one hand, there was a plan of sorts in place. On the other hand, that plan might get you arrested or killed outright if it went wrong. A meeting with Mister Heroics himself, Marcus Moreno. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this level of desperation. 

You sat for a few hours in your apartment before finally plucking up the courage to call Jada. She needed to know. If something went wrong, then someone other than B needed to know where you had gone. She picked up after the third ring.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You swallowed hard. Suddenly your mouth was super dry. “How’ve you been?”

“Fuck.” She sighed. “I’m doin’ ok, I guess. Just wish I knew where she was.”

“Me too.”

“I was cold with you the other night. I’m sorry.”

You could feel tears building up and stinging your eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. You’re stressed about your niece; it’s totally understandable.”

“No.” She sighed again. “No. It wasn’t ok. None of this is your fault. I know that. I just… What am I gonna tell my sister?” You heard a loud sob.

“We’ll find her and get her back.” You said confidently, although you felt nothing of the sort. “I’m working on something. That’s why I called.”

“Whaddya got?” Jada was immediately all business. “A lead?”

“Sort of.” You took a deep breath. “I reached out to Orphan Maker again and asked to speak to her person inside Heroics HQ.”

“And she helped?”

“She did. I met them today after work.” You decided to leave out the part where Orphan Maker knew your real identity. “They filled me in with a little of what they knew. I wanted them to put me in contact with Jess.”

“Yes!” Jada sounded enthusiastic. “Yes, good girl! Good plan. Work with someone inside the Heroics to figure this shit out.”

“Yeah, well. Jess is overseas with Miracle Guy, so that went to crap pretty quickly.”

“Shit.”

“But,” You decided you need to get this next part out quickly, “the contact did suggest an alternative Heroic to work with. Marcus Moreno.”

You had expected Jada to perhaps yell or at least swear, but she was oddly silent. A few seconds passed before either of you spoke. 

“Marcus Moreno?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip.

“Their leader? That Marcus Moreno?”

“Yeah?”

“Huh. I mean, I wouldn’t have thought of that, but it kinda makes sense.”

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#2

Context and Perspective: How Villains Are Made

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader  Rating: Teen. Warnings: None so far. Chapter: 1/? Word count: 1922

Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.

Note: This has not been beta read so apologies for any mistakes.  Also my first time writing for We Can Be Heroes and Marcus Moreno although they aren’t really in this chapter.

Being labeled as a villain in a world full of heroes was not easy. First of all, you had to take extra precautions to protect your identity. Not just the same ones the heroes did. If they were found out and revealed, the worst that would happen is they would become overnight celebrities. Oh, poor them. The worst outcome for you would probably be prison. So guarding your identity, who you were out of the costume, became priority number one.

The second was listening to people talk about you like you were scum. Being the villain hadn’t been something you had wanted but you were damned if you were going to join those pathetic assholes who laughingly called themselves The Heroics.

~~~~~

You had first discovered your powers when you hit puberty. It was hard to control them at first but gradually you practiced and it became a little easier each day. Soon they were second nature to you and you were faced with the choice of what to do with them.

As luck, or fate, would have it another girl at your high school also came into her powers around the same time. Her name was Jess Campbell, and unlike you, her powers were not something she could hide. A physical mutation turned her from a slight 5’ 2 girl into a 8’ tall purple behemoth of a creature. Jess hadn’t been given the choice of a secret identity. Fate and genetics had decided for her.

You remember the day she told you the Heroics had approached her to join them. Jess was still only 14 at the time, and you remember how nervous she was as she told you about meeting the team leader. During the mid-nineties, Antonio Moreno was the charismatic leader, back when you thought the Heroics were actually worth respecting. Jess meeting him was like meeting the lead singer of a boy band and the president all rolled into one. You had been so jealous and had even considered revealing your own abilities at that point.

You had changed your mind, however, when Jess disappeared. Taken to Heroics headquarters to train. That’s what her mother had told you and her other friends when a group of you had gone looking for your shy friend. If joining the Heroics meant leaving your family and friends behind, then it definitely wasn’t for you. So you had decided to keep quiet for the time being.

It was 4 years later, at your graduation, that you finally saw Jess again. She was debuting in her new Heroic persona to give a speech to her former classmates. Violet Giant. You hated the name as soon as your principal said it. It was dumb. Jess wasn’t violet. She was more of a lilac hue and describing her as a giant felt mean somehow. There was way more to her abilities than just her size. But the name was official, so she was Violet Giant.

You hated to admit it, but Jess had seemed to really blossom under the Heroic training. You had known her as a shy girl who constantly doubted her own judgment and intelligence. The young woman who spoke at your graduation was wonderfully confident. 

Once the ceremony was over, you had joined the throngs of people crowding around Jess. Some wanted her autograph, some photos, and some like you had been her friends before her departure. Her face lit up when she saw you all.

“Guys!” She had turned to her assistant. Looking back, you were pretty sure the guy was a handler sent to keep her on the job. “Can I have a second with them? Please?” 

The guy had rolled his eyes but nodded, and Jess followed you and the others off to the side.

“It’s so good to see you.” She looked at each of your little group in turn. “I’ve really missed you.”

“How come you never called then?” Ashley McMahon, one of your friendship group's more blunt members, had put her hands on her hips. “It’s been 4 years, Jess. None of us have seen or heard from you in 4 years.”

You had watched as Jess’ eyes had filled with tears. “I wanted to. I wanted to call every day. But it’s not allowed. Contact with the outside. I could only see my family at the end of the month. You don’t understand. There are so many rules.” She had dropped her voice to a whisper. “I wanted to leave. I tried to once. But they told me I’d never live a normal life looking like this.” She had gestured to her giant purple form. “They said I’d be happier with them.”

“That is some cult-level shit right there.” Jada Jones, your best friend, had tutted. 

Jess hadn’t answered and had looked nervously back at her handler. “I gotta go, guys. It, it was really nice seeing you all again.”

That was the day you decided you would never join the Heroics. But it did leave you with the question of what to do with your powers.

~~~~~

To begin with, you tried to go freelance. Helping out people where you could. Foiling the odd bank robbery and stopping an occasional run-away train. But as more time passed, the more you attracted the attention of the Heroics. At first, they tried to recruit you. You remember Crushing Low, part of the new generation who had taken over from their parents, approaching you after a skyscraper fire.

“You’ve got talent. I’ll give you that.” He had smiled what you assumed he thought was a flirty smile at you. In reality, he just looked like a smug dick. “Ever thought of coming to work for the good guys?”

“So people who don’t work for the Heroics are the bad guys then?” You spat back, offended.

“No.” Crushing Low shook his head. “But people with powers tend to fall into two categories. The good guys, that’s us.” He used his thumbs to gesture to himself. You had rolled your eyes. “And the bad guys. You have powers, and you seem to want to help people, so I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to join.”

“Maybe I prefer to work alone. Or maybe I just don’t like your stupid little club.”  And with that, you had flipped him off and flown away.

And with that, the Heroics had labelled you a villain. Anytime you helped people, the event was twisted in the media. Credit was often assigned to a Heroic who would arrive long after things were taken care of, while your presence at the scene was portrayed in a negative light. Sure, the people you help knew the truth, but they were small voices compared to the massive organization behind the Heroics.

Over time you grew to hate them. You hated their stupid names. You hated how their outfits were referred to as ‘unforms’ while yours was a ‘costume.’ You hated their arrogance.

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My #1 post of 2022

You know what? I hate Mando’s new ship.

There I said it. Why you ask?

It’s utter impractical for a bounty hunter. 

Sure it’s lovely to look at and goes fast. Great. But where is he meant to put the bounties he’s collected? Where is he meant to store his equipment? Where will he sleep or use the bathroom?

It’s a starfighter which is great for zipping around and fighting. But a bounty hunter needs their ship to be a home base. They need storage, they need to be able to collect living bounties and transport them.

Din’s new ship is pretty but useless.

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Off Limits Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader)

Masterlist   All Parts

Eddie Munson x Henderson! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: Swearing

Synopsis: Dustin becomes slightly worried when Eddie seems interested in his older sister

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“Dustin!” Y/N shouted as she approached her little brother’s table. “You forgot your lunch dummy.” She dropped the brown paper bag down in front of him.

“Oh thanks!” Dustin replied with a smile. Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother’s lack of planning. She looked to Mike who was sitting next to him.

“Hey Mike, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m good thanks Y/N.”

“My juice isn’t here…” Dustin mumbled.

“What?”

“My juice! The juice Mom always packs us!” Y/N sighed and reached into her bag. She took out her own juice and slammed it down on the table.

“Next time I’m not gonna be so nice.” She closed her bag. “You got your club thing after school today yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay I’ll pick you up after.” Y/N began to walk away when she was stopped by a loud voice.

“Dustin!” Eddie shouted from the head of the table. “You never told me Y/N was your sister.” He smirked as his head tilted to the side. Dustin quirked an eyebrow.

“Uh yeah we have the same last name. Thought you knew.” Dustin replied, confused as to why he cared. He looked back at his sister. “Uh Y/N this is-“

“Eddie Munson. Yeah I know.” Y/N said, giving him a quick polite smile. “I gotta go. See you later.” Y/N began walking away. Eddie jumped up on the table, walked to the other end and jumped off. He began following Y/N to the soda machine near the exit. Dustin and Mike watched.

“Dude I think Eddie’s got the hots for your sister.”

“Whaaaaaat no. No way.” Dustin denied. In truth, he was thinking the same thing but didn’t want to believe it. He shook his head. “Even if he did, Y/N would never go out with someone like him. They’re like opposites.” He reassured. Mike looked back over to see Eddie had nearly caught up with Y/N.

“I don’t know man. Y/N’s never had a boyfriend despite a lotta guys approaching her. Maybe she has very specific tastes. And Eddie sure isn’t like anyone else.”

“Okay you’re not helping.”

“You seem to be in a hurry.” Eddie commented as Y/N waited in line to get a soda. “Or do you just not wanna be seen near the freak?”

“I’m studying. Math test last period.” Y/N replied as she stepped forward and scanned the drink choices. Eddie nodded and leaned against the machine.

“Good excuse. Avoiding the freak question.” Y/N chuckled and shook her head.

“I don’t think you’re a freak Eddie. Just because you dress a certain way and are loud as fuck, doesn’t mean you’re dangerous. If I thought you were, I sure as hell wouldn’t let Dustin be around you.”

“Huh.” Eddie wasn’t expecting that. “Well uh thanks… then.” He smiled before putting the change from his pocket into the machine. Y/N stopped. She already had her own money in hand.

“Uh thanks to you too.” She pressed the button for the coke and one fell out. She picked it up and proceeded to put in her own change to get a second can. She handed it to Eddie. “See ya later.”

Eddie watched as she walked off. He headed back to his table with a spring in his step. Dustin was now glaring at him.

“What did you say to her?” Eddie sat back down and shrugged. He opened the can.

“Not much.” He answered vaguely before taking a sip of coke. “She gave me this though. Think it’s a sign?” He joked. Dustin pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t get too close with her.”

“Love works in mysterious ways my friend. I can’t help if she falls for my charms.”

“Dude shut the hell up you barely know her.” Mike giggled. Eddie pointed at him.

“Careful Wheeler. I know you got an older sister too.” Mike immediately stopped laughing.