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Can you make Sarah Cameron x Belly Conklin pls

(OBX) Sarah Cameron x (TSITP) Belly Conklin: Summer Crush (Request)

Y/N = Your Name

I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters or plot. I also do not own the Summer I Turned Pretty characters or plot.

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Sarah's POV

I lean over to Kie and ask, "So what's that girl's deal?" Kie asks, "Who?" I answer, "The one you said that you met in college. Belly." She replies, "Ohhh... her. I didn't know you were interested in her." I reply, "I'm not not into her." She smiles and replies, "Well uh you met her last night at the party. I'm sure you know how she is. She is really sweet and very giggly. She is easy to talk to and so are you. You both are very independent people who want to not be what society says you are to be." I reply, "Ohhh cool cool. That was very deep. I mean we both don't want to be what society says, ha!" She laughs, shoves me lightly, and answers, "Sorry, but you know I have to keep it real. Both you and Belly are very big on honesty. And in the spirit of honesty, why did you ask about her?" I answer, "I think she's really pretty and I'm thinking of asking her out...She was nice last night, just seemed very into getting wasted instead of talking... I still don't get why you asked them to pick where we were hanging out though." She sighs and replies, "I don't know why I initially did that either. I texted Belly like an hour ago and switched it, so we'll hang at the Wreck instead." I smile and reply, "Oh good. I like it there."

Belly's POV

I continue getting ready and Taylor asks, "So, are you excited to see your friend again?" I answer, "Yeah, I love Kie. She's super cool. Don't worry, no one can replace you as my best friend though." She replies, "Aw shucks thank you. What did you think of her friend, Sarah?" I answer, "She was cool. I didn't talk to her a lot last night at the party though. Why are you asking?" She shrugs and answers, "She just seems like your type." I smirk and reply, "Could be. I need to get to know her more first."

Sarah's POV

Meeting at the Wreck was preferable to wherever Tourans wanted to hang out. The people from Figure 8 would not be caught in the Wreck, so I could be free to be myself there. I don't care what people from the Cut think as long as they think I'm kind... so I guess I do care lol. It's all so much easier in a different town away from college because no one knows you there.

I walk in with Kie to a table outside reserved for her and we order some appetizers as we wait. I'm starving.

Belly and Taylor show up soon after :) They sit across from us and we all hang out.

I ask, "Are you both feeling okay today? You both were really enjoying the Pogue Punch that JJ made." Kie adds, "JJ was glad someone was enjoying, Miss-I-Prefer-Canned-Beer." I reply, "Yeah sorry but there's less of a chance of it being spiked in a can... I mean it can still happen, but I watched my drink." Taylor says, "I definitely enjoyed the punch, but I think Belly had it more recently. She really tasted it this morning in the bathroom." EW... Belly says, "TMI, they don't need to know I get sick. Now they know I can't hold my liquor." Kie replies, "I already knew that about you. Remember the first party of freshmen year?" But I didn't know that about her. Could she care about what I think of her? They all talk about their drinking habits and party memories from college. I wish I was at their college. Maybe I could look into transferring? It would be way more fun to be at a school with Kie... and Belly.

Kie invites them to hang out tonight on the beach and they accept.

That Night … still Sarah’s POV

I put on my best outfit and feel confident. Tonight is the night I ask out Belly on a date. I've asked out plenty of guys before. A girl can't be that different, right?

The night goes almost according to how I envisioned. JJ and Kie keep joking around as Pope and Taylor quiz each other on trivia. And, Belly lingers by my side and we talk a lot. I get to know her in a way that makes me like her more.

I see Kie off chasing the boys and Taylor running after her down the shore. I sit by the firepit with Belly. She pulls her hoodie tighter, her cheeks pink from laughing, and says, “I haven’t laughed that hard in forever. JJ’s a menace. I can’t believe he actually tried to race a seagull.” I grin and reply, “He always thinks he can win. Even against birds.” She says, “I’m really glad I came tonight. I almost didn’t.” I look over and ask, “Yeah? Why?” She answers, “I don’t know… new group, new vibe. I mean I know Kie and Taylor, but I was worried about getting along with everyone… But you made it easy. You made it so easy to just feel like I belong.” I smile and reply, "Well… I kind of hoped you’d come. Not just for the group. For me." Belly blinks a bit and you swear, she looks a little shocked. I exclaim, "Okay, I’m just going to say it before I overthink it: Would you maybe… want to go out with me? Just us?" Her eyes widen, and then—she smiles. She asks, "Wait—you’re asking me out out like on a date?" I laugh nervously and answer, "Yeah. Unless I completely misread every single moment tonight and am about to walk into the ocean from embarrassment." She quickly laughs and grabs my hand softly, before saying, "No—no! I mean, yes. I mean… I’d like that. A lot." I smile and look at our hands. She smiles back at me. Our knees bump against each other. We don't move apart.

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Can you make Belly Conklin x male reader. Male reader always had a crush on Belly since they were 9 years old, even though he knew about Belly having a crush on Conrad. (You can come up what happens next).

(TSITP) Belly Conklin x Male!Reader: I'm Still Here (Request)

Y/N = Your Name

*I do not own the Summer I Turned Pretty characters or plot *

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Y/N's POV

The beach at golden hour. You and Belly sit side by side, toes in the sand, a quiet moment after a long summer day. You’re both a little sunburned, salty-haired, and silent. She’s hugging her knees, staring out at the ocean.

You ask, "You ever think about how long we’ve been coming here?" Belly answers, "Every summer. Like clockwork. It’s weird, isn’t it? How nothing changes… but everything does?" You reply, "Yeah. Like we’re still those same kids playing chicken in the waves, but now we have real-life problems." She laughs softly, leaning her head on her knees. You glance over, heart thudding just like it always does around her. You're scared to tell her how you feel, but it seems like it's finally time to take the plunge... And if she says no, good thing you're right by the ocean. You can just dive in and swim away... or would that be too dramatic?

You smile and say, "I remember the first summer I met you. You had these pink goggles and you refused to take them off—even on land." Belly replies, "I thought they made me look cool. Bold choice, I stand by it... You were always carrying your digging for dinosaurs kit hoping to find dino bones. You laugh and reply, "We were both bold. I wish I had that attitude now." She asks, "Why? What would you do if you were bold?" You reply, "I don't know, but I also know you were the prettiest person I’d ever seen when we first met. I still think that." She looks at you, surprised, then smiles widely. Belly replies, "You’re sweet. You’ve always been sweet to me." You reply, "Not just sweet, Belly. I’ve liked you… since we were nine. Probably longer. Even when it was obvious you had stars in your eyes for Conrad, I… I guess I was always just hoping maybe one day you’d look at me that way too." Her expression changes. Not shocked—more like something she didn’t let herself consider until now. She swallows, voice soft. She asks, "Why didn’t you ever say anything?" You answer, "Because you were chasing him. And I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to choose. Or feel guilty. I just wanted to be near you, even if it meant pretending it didn’t hurt sometimes."

The waves fill the space between you. She reaches over, her fingers brushing yours. Belly says, "I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to love. I’ve made so many mistakes. Hurt people. But I always felt safe with you. And part of me wonders… maybe I should’ve looked your way a long time ago." Your hand closes around hers, hesitant but hopeful. You say, "I’m still here. And I’m not going anywhere." She replies, "Maybe this time, I’ll look a little harder."

You both go get ice cream cones and walk along the beach just talking with your hands intertwined.

You walk Belly back to her house and as you turn to leave, she grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your lips.

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard AU Part 3

Link to part one Link to part two

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

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Y/N's POV - The Benefit Concert

You could barely sleep. You were supposed to perform live for a full sold-out arena in Los Angeles where you were shot at just a month ago. Your security team reassured you that you'd be safe and precautions had been taken. Security was upgraded for the venue and around the stage. And yet, you were scared.

You get up out of bed and open your bedroom door to see your security guard, Rafe, lying on the floor curled up. Why is he outside of your door? And he claims he does not care!

You lightly tap Rafe and he jumps up. He looks shocked, on edge, and still half asleep. He puts his hands on my arms and asks, "What's wrong? Why are you up? Are you okay?" You answer, "I'm just scared for tomorrow, and I have to leave my room for a minute or I’ll go crazy. My thoughts and worries are just keeping me awake and shaky... Why were you out here?" He shrugs and answers, "Just here in case you need protection." You ask, "How long have you been doing that?" He answers, "Uh ... um... since the incident, maybe longer. It depended on the hotel and security." You nod and reply, "Ok... cool. Um, I'm kind of hungry for a sweet treat. Would you care to join me for ice cream?" He answers, "I'll join you, but I don't need any." You nod, and he follows you to the kitchen. You can see his arms reaching out to catch you as you walk.

You get yourself a bowl of ice cream and sit at the table with Rafe sitting to your right with his head in his hands. You exclaim, "Rafe, you should really get some rest... in a bed. It's 1 AM, so today is a big day. We have to be on our A-game." He looks up at you and you wanna give him a big hug, but you feel like he would say that would be breaching your contract. Your contract would also forbid you two from getting romantically involved. But what's life without a little risk? (Lil Sirius Black reference) He replies, "I just don't want you to get hurt under my watch again. I feel so bad, Y/N. I ...I..." He trails off, and you notice tears start to fall from his eyes. You reach over to hold his hand, and he continues, "I know it's not my fault that you got hurt, and your mom even comforted me. But I'm still worried that I could lose you. I can't lose you, Y/N." You reply, "Well, I can't lose you either, Rafe. So don't act too carelessly to save me that I lose you...I don't know how many times you need to hear it, but it's not your fault." He nods and half-smiles before looking down at your intertwined hands. He smiles a bit bigger and asks, "Do you need help with your dishes?" You shake your head and you go clean them.

You both walk to the hallway of bedrooms, and you stop in front of yours. You exclaim, "Either you need to promise you'll sleep in your room or you're sharing my bed with me." His eyes widen, and he replies, "Woah, that was forward." You reply, "At least come into my room for a few minutes. I need to play you two songs to make sure you're okay with me performing them." He asks, "Why do I need to share my opinion on what you sing? You're a talented singer. I trust you." You answer, "Trust me, you need to hear them first." He sighs and replies, "Ok."

You walk inside, hand him a pair of headphones, and then press play on the two recent songs you wrote. ((reminder of what the two songs are about - one is about falling for a crush and wanting to make a move but fearing rejection. One is about needing and wanting to feel protected.))

You watch as he listens and see a range of emotions from sadness to intrigue to happiness to confusion.

After he listens, he stands up, sets the headphones on the bed, and paces around the room. You let him pace a little before you ask, "So, what did you think?" He answers, "You shouldn't have played them for me. It makes this harder." You ask, "Makes what harder?" He answers, "We can never happen, Y/N. As much as we both want it, it can't." You stand and ask, "Why not? He answers, "I work for you. You employ me. I am your bodyguard. I could lose my job. It could ruin your life." You take a step forward and say, "But it doesn't have to ruin either of our lives... I really like you, Rafe. Don't we deserve a chance to try us out?" He sighs, you take another step forward and say, "I don't know if you remember us talking about something your sister wanted me to do... but it was to ask you out and/or kiss you. So I guess this is me asking if you want to kiss me or go out with me?" You hear him mutter, "Fu**" under his breath. You gently place a hand on his and ask, "Everything okay?" He gently turns, cups your face with one hand, and asks, "May I kiss you?" And you obviously say yes!

When Rafe pulls away gently, he exclaims, "Let's just get through the concert, and then we'll talk about us." You nod and he kisses your cheek.

Rafe helps you into bed before sliding next to you. He wraps his arm around you and you both fall asleep.

You wake up to the sun shining and no Rafe. However, there is a note on your bedside table that says: Y/N, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye! I had the last security briefing for the concert at 9 and I didn't want to wake you. You needed to get some rest. XO, Rafe

You smile. At least he wrote a note.

The concert quickly approaches. The rest of the band was tense in the van on the way to the venue. Rafe hadn't looked into your eyes once. You suppose he didn't want everyone to know about last night, but hopefully, he's not using you and he does like you. He technically didn't say the words.

You all get your finishing touches and it's your time to go onstage. Your band seemed to relax onstage and the other performers were also outstanding. You caught yourself smiling as you sang about your crush. But the song about protection made you tear up and you felt some tears slide down your face. Singing that song reminded you why you're up there onstage and it made you emotional. People were resharing your new songs online and expressing love for your band, which you were pleased about. Overall, the event seemed like a success.

After your big day, you go home and clean off. You have Rafe help you change your bandages and it's the first moment you've been alone with him all day. You ask, "What did you think of the new songs played live tonight?" He continues wrapping the gauze and answers, "I think the fans loved it. I also think whoever you wrote that about is lucky to have you in their life." You prod, "Yeah?" He continues saying, "Yeah because you seem to really care about them. You also feel safe around them and you describe your feelings in song in a way that would make anyone swoon." You smile and he smiles back.

After Rafe helps you into bed, he says, "I need to get changed, but I'll be back." You nod and he leaves.

Once Rafe returns in pajamas, he slides into bed next to you and says, "I'm proud of you for today. It took a lot of bravery to stand up in the exact place you were last time and not shake. You showed everyone how much you care for them and why you deserve the fame you've gotten." You reply, "Thank you, Rafe. That's really kind of you to say. I appreciate that... Thanks for keeping me safe today." He replies, "Of course, what else are bodyguards for?" You answer, "Kissing and crushing on." He moves right next to you, twirls a piece of your hair in his hands, and replies, "OH... really?" You reply, "Well I guess that applies to only one of my bodyguards...you." He leans in and you press a finger to his lips. You say, "You've technically never said you liked me. You have to say it out loud before you kiss me." He rolls his eyes and replies, "Of course I like you, Y/N. How could I not? You're perfect." You move your finger and reply, "I don't know about perfect." He replies, "Just let me kiss my perfect girl." You put your finger up to his lips, he kisses them this time, and you ask, "Your girl? You were worried about what would happen if we dated last night?" He answers, "Yeah, that was dumb. I was trying to make an excuse for why I shouldn't date you because I've liked you for so long and so deeply that it's very hard to resist you. Why do you think I didn't actually quit?" You move your finger and answer, "Because I called you a coward... which sorry about that, that was a little harsh of me. I shouldn't have said that. The last thing you are is a coward. You’re very strong and my hero.” He replies, “I don’t know about hero…” You cup his face gently and reply, “Well I do think that and you say it’s hard to resist me.” He rolls his eyes and replies, “I wish I hadn’t said that to you now.” You reply, “Just kiss me, my hero.” He leans in and presses his lips softly to yours. He tastes really minty but also sweet.

Probably last part tbh

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Kaz Brekker x Inferni!Fem!Reader: Longing

HAPPY 10 YEARS OF SIX OF CROWS!!!

You're on the Ferolind on your way to the Ice Court. Instead of Inej getting hurt, it was you. Inej is safe and uninjured. And also you're the one that Kaz like likes, not Inej.

You're an Inferni who trained with Nina and Zoya before you moved to Ketterdam. You also were at the Menagerie with Inej for about a year. You met the Crows through Inej then reunited with Nina later on.

Y/N = Your Name

**I don't own any of the Six Of Crow characters or their plot ** ** I own my made up character who is a squaller named Fallon **

Y/N's POV

You wake up super drowsy and in pain. You try to adjust your back and feel stabbing pain in your head. Ow. What happened?

Nina nudges you, and you look over at her. She smiles and says, "You lived and you’re awake! Wow! I'm so happy!" You ask, "Is it that much of a surprise?" She shrugs and answers, "Yes.. you were very unstable at the beginning." You ask, "How long was I out?" She answers, "2 days!" You reply, "Damn no wonder I feel rough. I could use some waffles and probably more sleep." You had known Nina for a long time, almost the longest of the Crows. You both had a strong desire for waffles even at the most inopportune times. She replies, "I wish we had waffles. Damn now you're making me think of food and I'm not even hungry." You ask, "How are you by the way?” She answers, "Fine, fine. I feel weak. It's nothing I can't handle. Matthias has been by my side almost every minute, checking on me. It's a bit annoying, really." You reply, "That's sweet of him. He truly cares for you." She replies, "Mhmm, and Kaz cares for you." Biggest lie you ever heard her say alert! Kaz cares for no one. You reply, "Sure. I'm one of his crew. I'm his responsibility." She replies, "No, I'm serious. He was worried about you, and he was rather insistent that I heal you. I don't even heal! He should've brought a healer with us! Ugh but Kaz's heart got a little too quick. I had to send him away because his heart was distracting me from healing you." You reply, "He would do that with anyone he considers his friends. I don't even know if he would consider me his friend. Kaz ... he ... he doesn't seem to care for anyone. He gives everyone the cold shoulder, and not even my fiery self can warm him. And God, have I tried. I’ve tried being patient. Tried getting under his skin. Tried jokes, silence, anger, softness—every version of me I could offer. Nothing is enough or right... He’s like a locked room in a burning house. Just out of reach, and I keep running toward the flames anyway. AND I LIKE FLAMES! Sometimes I catch a flicker of this soft side of Kaz, just for a second. A glance that lingers too long, a breath that stutters before he walks away. But then the wall’s backup. Steel-reinforced. Cold as ever. Like it never cracked at all. And maybe I’m a fool, but I can’t stop wondering if somewhere behind all that armor…He feels something, too. Because I do." She replies, "Dear me, that was a lot." You laugh and reply, "Sorry. I needed to rant. It's been bothering me." She replies, "No, no, it's fine. Rant whenever. I don't mind at all. Just maybe for the time being, let's focus on stress-free topics." You reply, "Thanks, Nina ... for letting me rant and for healing me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. I truly appreciate you and what you do.” She smiles.

The door soon opens to reveal Jesper and Wylan. They walk in and smile upon seeing you awake. They both hug you separately.

Next Day - Kaz' POV

I'm currently standing with Wylan, Matthias, Specht, and another crew member whose name is Fallon. We're going over some of the plans again.

I look up and see Y/N holding onto Jesper. They're walking around the boat. She seems to be stable enough, and Jesper looks positively thrilled to see that she is awake. They've always been the closest of friends ever since she joined my crew. In fact, she's close with everyone, even Matthias seems to at least respect her. I'm jealous of everyone's closeness to her. I wish she were like that with me. We do talk, but she seems wary of me, or she tries too hard around me. But who wouldn't be wary of me?! I'm the Bastard of the Barrel after all. I guess I could make an effort. She and Jesper are really touchy, though. I just couldn't. Even if I wanted to.

I shake my head and focus back on the plans. I notice Matthias looks in their direction and he exclaims, "Good to see that Y/N is able to walk. She helped out Inej in the incinerator shaft, and we need her on the crew." Agreed. Fallon replies, "Y/N is so hot not just because of her power but also her body. It's no wonder that she and Inej were the best girls at the Menagerie." I clench my fist and turn away. I don't like the way he is talking about Y/N. I hated hearing the men talking about her at the Menagerie as well. She deserves respect, as do we all. But most importantly, her. Fallon then says, "After long hours working on the boat, all I want is a hot body to warm me to sleep while they're deep in me." Splecht snaps, "Shut up, Fallon, and go wash the desk." Fallon rolls his eyes and walks past me. I exclaim, "Hey Fallon." He turns around, and I strike him with my fist in the face. He growls and tries to strike me. Specht grabs him and tosses him towards the stairs away from me.

Once he's gone, I turn back to the plan and exclaim, "Now that that is out of the way, as far as the plan is concerned, I have a few ideas ..."

Next Day ... Y/N's POV

You start to walk around the boat after your healing session with Nina. You have to give her credit for picking up healing even though she's a Heartrender.

You see Wylan and Jesper. You make your way over there and ask, "What's new, boys?" Jesper gasps and says, "Excuse me, we are MEN." You laugh and reply, "Not with that attitude." Wylan high-fives you. Jesper says, "We actually have something interesting to tell you." You reply, "I'm interested." Wylan says, "Kaz punched Fallon because he said some not-so-pleasant things about things he would do to you. I could tell Kaz was angrier than normal when Fallon said those things." You nod and ask, "What exactly did he say about me?" Wylan goes into the specifics, and you're glad that Kaz took care of him. Otherwise, you would've gone and whooped his sorry a--

Later ....

You knock on Kaz's makeshift office. He finally wanted to see you and talk to you. You hear, "Come in." You open the door and see Inej sitting next to him. You haven't seen her recently either. Where has she been? She immediately stands, hugs you, and says, "I'd better get going. I'm glad you're safe, Y/N." As Inej exits the room, you exclaim, "You called for me, Kaz." Kaz nods and gestures towards the chair across from him. You sit across from him, and he glances around the room nervously. What is happening? Kaz says, "This is hard for me to say...but uh, you talk way too much when you think no one else is listening. You were telling Nina some pretty sensitive stuff. It would be a shame if someone were listening on the other side of the wall." You've never heard him so defensive. You gasp and ask, "What? Were you spying on me?" He shrugs and answers, "No. Just… walking. Then I heard you. Didn’t know it was about me. Didn’t expect it to be about me." You sigh, look at the small window to your left, and answer, "Well, now you know, so congratulations." He says, "You’re wrong." You turn back to face him and ask, "About what?" He looks in the direction you were just looking at the window and answers, "You are my friend…The only one I ever let be." Were you friendzoned? And omg, how mad is Jesper going to be knowing that you're Kaz's friend? HA!

Kaz takes a deep breath, faces you, and exclaims, "I don’t know how to be what you want me to be. I don’t even know how to be what I want to be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care." You smile, rest your hands on the desk, and say, "Then show me, Kaz. Because I can’t keep doing this alone. I can’t keep guessing if I mean anything to you." He reaches his gloved hands over to your bare hands and replies, "I can try. For you... I can try." You take his hands and reply, "That’s all I ever needed." You know that being vulnerable with his words was a lot for him, and you're proud of him for opening up to you a little.

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Can you make a story where JJ Maybank falls in love with Jeremiah Fisher at the party. (You can write on what happens next)

JJ Maybank (OBX) x Jeremiah Fisher (TSITP): Party in Outer Banks (Request)

*I do not own any of the characters mentioned*

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Jeremiah's POV

Conrad, Belly, Steven, Taylor, and I were on spring break visiting the Outer Banks because Taylor has a friend who lives here. And apparently, their parties get pretty crazy. I could blow off some steam. College sucks.

We pull up to the party, and Taylor leads us over to her friend, Pope, who is standing with some friends. We meet them all, and my eyes keep glancing at the blond, blue-eyed guy who looks like trouble. I can't help that I'm drawn to guys like that.

The music is loud, there are several crackling fires, and people are dancing, laughing, and passing around drinks. My friends start getting drinks, and I walk over to JJ. I point at the party and ask, "Are they always like this?" JJ is nursing a beer, eyes scanning the crowd, and he answers, "Yeah pretty much. Each group is separated every time, too." I ask, "Oh should I go over with the other Tourans?" He winks and says, "I think you're exactly where you need to be." Forward. I smirk and ask, "Do you always flirt like you’re in a rom-com or is that just for me?" He answers, "Just for you. Pope said your name was Jeremiah, right?” I nod and answer, "Yeah. I'm Jeremiah Fisher." He replies, "You look like a Jeremiah. And you must like to fish with a last name like that, too." I reply, "Guilty. I love to fish…You look like the kind of guy who gets in bar fights and then apologizes after with pizza.” He replies, "I will never confirm or deny that I've done that."

We both laugh. The tension between us shifts—still playful, but something warmer underneath. He's very easy to talk to. I could be around him forever, I think.

We walk around a bit, talk with our friends, smoke with some of his dealer friends, and then settle by a fire.

JJ says softly, "I don’t usually stay this long at these things." I ask, "Where do you normally go?" He answers, "To hook up with someone or if my friends want to leave." I ask, "Why’d you stay tonight?" He half-shrugs and answers, "Dunno. You’ve got weirdly good energy. Calms my brain down. It’s annoying because you're a Touran." I smirk and reply, "You’re welcome? He replies, "Now now don't get too cocky." I laugh.

We sit in silence for a moment. The moon’s bright, casting a soft light over JJ's face. I notice and look away quickly before he sees me.

JJ asks, "You ever feel like… you meet someone, and even though you barely know them, they make you wanna be better?" I quietly answer, "Yeah. I do."

JJ turns to me and says, "This is… weird, right? I don’t even like like people." I softly answer, "You like like me, though." The thing is... am I reading into it? Does he like me? Hopefully, he says yes or I just screwed this up. He smiles and replies, "Maybe. Kinda. A little."

I shift a little closer, searching JJ’s face, before asking, "If I kissed you right now, would you punch me or kiss me back?" He smirks and replies, "Depends. You gonna be smug about it after?" I nod and reply, "Probably." I lean close to JJ and say, "Guess I’ll have to take my chances."

JJ meets me halfway. The kiss is soft, unsure for a moment���then warmer, a little braver. When we pull back, I’m grinning. He's the cutest.

JJ asks, “Still smug?” I reply, “Yeah, definitely.”

We both laugh, leaning back into the sand, shoulders brushing. The ocean rushes nearby. I feel at peace and like JJ is someone I could be with.

A Few Days Later …

Summer’s still in full swing, but time’s moving fast.

It’s noon at the Wreck. JJ’s friends dad owns it and we’re meeting his friends for some lunch. I’ve met them a few times and always enjoy their company. However, JJ & I haven’t told most people we’re dating. We try to hide it a bit in public.

Pope, Kie, John B, and Sarah sit at a table, fries and sodas in front of them. We walks towards them and I trail behind, trying way too hard to act normal. JJ keeps giving me that “I-didn’t-do-anything” grin. However if you look over to me after looking at him, you see that my hair is wet and messy—definitely post-surf. Or … something else.

FRIEND CONVO/THIRD Person POVish ~

Pope raises his eyebrow and asks, "Okay, someone tell me when JJ started acting like... that." Kie asks, "Like what?" Pope answers, "Like someone who’s not self-destructing for once." John B says, "That’s because he’s totally into Jeremiah. He told me after their first date." Sarah asks, "Wait. Seriously?" Kie says, "Ohhhh my God. That’s why he’s been wearing actual shirts and using sunscreen." Pope replies, "The boy used conditioner last night. Conditioner, y’all." Kie asks, "So what do we do? Pretend we don’t know?" Sarah adds, "Or act chill about it until JJ inevitably panics?" Kie says, "Oh, he’s definitely going to panic. But also? Good for him."

BACK TO Jeremiah's POV

JJ smiles and says, "Your friend group’s catching on." I reply, "Yeah. So is yours. I think they were staring me down as I grabbed us two lemonades." He smiles and says, "You think this thing—us—makes sense?" I shrug, then smile softly, before saying, "It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to feel right." He sips his drink and says, "You’re too calm about this." I reply, "You freak out enough for both of us." He smirks.

I lightly bump his shoulder before saying, "Look, I know summer’s ticking. And this thing might get messy when it ends. But I like you. And I’m not gonna pretend I don’t just want to keep things simple between us." JJ replies softly, "I don’t want it to be just a summer thing." I smile and reply, "Then let’s not let it be."

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Genuinely this is so good omg

New Fanfic!

Hello! I wrote outside of my usual fandom/ships and posted a Hunger Games/Sunrise on the Reaping fic! I love Haymitch too much and cannot get him out of my head.

Midnight Dreary

Ship: Haymitch/Effie Rating: Explicit Words: 10,387 Summary: Due to a storm, Effie arrives early in District 12. When the power goes out, her and Haymitch are able to get to know each other without the threat of cameras looming over them.

Please enjoy! Spoilers are minor so you can probably read this even if you haven't read SOTR yet.

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(Hunger Games) Katniss Everdeen x Fem!Reader: Count On Me (Request)

You became allies with Katniss solely because you hated your District and wanted them to feel punished for even liking that the games were happening again. Of course, you were well liked by the Capitol due to being a Career & disliked by the other Victors.

***** I don't own the characters from Hunger Games or the original plot. I will change to my plot occasionally :)

** In this, you are in place of Cashmere. From District 1!!

Y/N = Your Name

Katniss' POV

Haymitch turns on the screen and begins going over potential allies. When he starts with District 1, he exclaims, "Something that might shock you is that Y/N is a good friend of mine." You ask, "Why?" He answers, "Katniss, dear, she hates Snow." You reply, "No way, Careers are all evil little manipulators." He replies, "Some might shock you."

Y/N's POV

Prior to the 75th Hunger Games, you knew Finnick well. You also were friends with Plutarch Heavensbee and even Haymitch Abernathy when he wasn't completely wasted. You hated the Hunger Games and wanted the government to be punished.

Before the chariot race, you walk up to Katniss and exclaim, "Hi, I wanted to properly introduce myself. I'm Y/N from 1." Katniss rolls her eyes and replies, "Nice to meet you 1, I'm Katniss from 12. But I suppose you know that." You reply, "I do, but I just was being polite. I'm going to head out now." You walk off and try not to think about how good she smelled or her opposition to you. Both were strong.

During training, you're waiting in line to practice your knife fighting when you hear a voice behind you whisper, "Sorry." You turn to see Katniss and ask, "For what?" She answers, "Um... I was really rude before the chariot race. I should not have done that. You were just being polite." You reply, "I was, and thank you." You show off when it's your turn for knife fighting because Katniss is watching and you want her to approve of you.

...

The games just started. You swam as fast as you could to get to the Cornucopia. You notice Finnick and Katniss going off after Peeta. You can't worry about them right now. You need a weapon.

You may be from District 1 and you may be known as the silent killer, but you ... you wish you weren't known for that. You wish you were living peacefully with your family not on television being watched as you kill people because the government says so.

You manage to grab a knife, crossbow, and a water canister before looking around. You notice Beetee being followed and you follow Johanna to help him. You yell, "Go! I'll cover you!" She nods and runs off.

You lift up the crossbow and wait. You shouldn't need to strike. You might have to.

Johanna manages to slit the throat of the man, and she helps Beetee up. You help Wiress, and you run after Johanna. Blight trails behind us with his spear.

We finally stop running once we're far from the Cornucopia. You look around and let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you had been holding. Johanna looks at you and exclaims, "I didn't think you'd show, 1." You reply, "I'd never go back on my word." Beetee replies, "What an admirable trait." You smirk. Johanna replies, "Katniss and Haymitch said you'd come. They believed in you. I had my doubts." You reply, "Good. They were right." Johanna scoffs and says, "Let's just keep walking."

We keep walking until we notice the digitally animated sky turn dark. We watch as lightning strikes that hit a rather large tree far away. Wiress exclaims, "Tick Tock." Beetee nods and exclaims, "Indeed." Huh?!!

Blight takes the first watch with Johanna. You fall asleep.

Next morning .... **pretend this is day 2**

We're walking when we notice clouds forming. You exclaim, "Looks like there will be rain." Johanna snaps, "Duh I see it."

Something red and sticky drops on you. Oh sh**!! Blood!!

We start sprinting around and around until we hear a loud crash and Blight flies backward in the air. He lands at our feet sizzling with electricity. A forcefield?!!

Beetee leads us alongside it and we keep running. Wiress continuously yells, "Tick Tock!" Then Johanna tries to quiet her down.

We make it to the beach and you run straight into the water.

You immediately start cleaning your face and body. You hear, "Johanna! Y/N!!" You turn and see Finnick running with Katniss trailing behind him.

Katniss walks up to you and says, "I knew you'd show." You reply, "Of course I'd show. I promised." She scoffs and says, "You'd be surprised at how many broken promises I've heard." Aw:( You reply, "Well you can always count on me." She replies, "Thanks. You can always count on me too especially right now. Can I help get that blood out of your hair?" You answer, "Yes please. I'll sit." You sit in the water and she carefully runs her fingers through your hair. She runs her hands up and down your head. It feels like a heavenly head massage. You feel so at peace right now. Wow.

You then hear, "Hey lovebirds! Come on!" Why would they say that?! We laugh and run over to them.

We go over our plan.

... later ...

The Cornucopia begins spinning around like crazy.

You quickly grab onto part of the rock and grab Katniss' hand. She holds on tight and you try to pull her up.

She yell,s "I can't do it! I can't hold on!" You yell back, "Don't you dare!" In her eyes, you can see the defeat.

Nooooo...

You yell, "You can always count on me."

She starts to slip, so instead of letting her let go, just by herself, you let go as well.

She can count on you. You won't let her down.

You wrap your arms around her like a little shell and we slide down the rock. Your body hits several rocks and you feel them jab into my side. You then fly into the water and lose grip of Katniss.

The water current rushes past you and you sink lower. You feel so weak. You can barely keep your eyes open. Ow.

Everything slows down and you feel someone pulling you to the surface.

You break through and you both gasp in the air! You see Katniss holding onto your arm struggling to breathe, too. Johanna and Finnick reach out their hands to help us up.

You stand on the Cornucopia and devise the next plan.

We begin a trek through the forest to the big tree. Katniss leans over to you while we walk and exclaims, "Thank you for earlier." You reply, "Of course." She replies, "You're really nice for being from District 1." You've heard that comment quite a bit. You reply, "Way to diss where I lived! Ha, kidding, I don't care. I love the place and maybe 3 people. Those three are nice." She replies, "So few. There are some pretty nice people in 12." You ask, "Is that an invite?" She answers, "If we survive this, yes." You look over at her, and she's smirking. Johanna then turns to us and says, "If we survive this, I'm going to tell you two how much I hated that conversation." We both crack up laughing.

... 2 Years Later ...

I'm standing looking at a fountain that intrigues me while eating a piece of bread. I know it seems so simple, but with everything that has happened, this is bringing me peace. I really need hobbies.

You hear, "Y/N! Come see!" You quickly turn and run to where Katniss' voice is coming from. Inside the room, Katniss has a simple meal all laid out. You exclaim, "This looks amazing, babe. What's it for?" Katniss answers, "I was just remembering I invited you to District 12, and look at where we are now. We've been together for almost 2 years and we live together. I wanted a tray of District 12 favorites, so I cooked for us tonight." You reply, "You can always count on me, love." She smiles and says, "You can count on me too."

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(Hunger Games) Cato x Fem!Reader: His Stylist (Request)

Your father is the District 2 Victor of the Hunger Games and your mother is the District 2 Stylist. You are her assistant.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Last Name

***** I don't own the characters from Hunger Games or the plot *****

This fanfic will change to my plot :)

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

You met Cato first when you were 6 years old.

Your father had won the games and he was visiting people in District Two.

Even at 6, Cato was a beautiful young boy who had a killing instinct. Here is an example. You had a pet frog named Froggy. Yes, that is not creative. You were 6. You & Froggy were the best of friends. You brought him with you as your family visited families. It was literally the worst decision you made at that age. You had set him down in Cato's house, and when you went to look for him, Cato was standing over him with a knife. He killed him, held him by the leg, turned to you, and said, "This'll be great for frog leg stew." You couldn't believe him! You began crying and ran inside. Your father apologized to the family and firmly told you to stop. He didn't want to show anyone weakness of any kind.

You saw Cato again when you were 7 years old. He ran up to you as you were picking a flower for your mother at a flower shop and said, "Hey Frog Girl!" You rolled your eyes and replied, "I still can't believe you killed Froggy." He replied, "Sorry. I ... I didn't mean to. Frog Leg Stew was a favorite of my grandma's and frogs are rare. I missed my grandma and I just was hungry." You replied, "Your mom's chef made wonderful pasta. I'm surprised you didn't just get more of that." He replied, "It was disgusting." You picked up a peony and smiled. This is the one. Cato quickly said, "No. Don't pick that one. Trust me. Pick this red rose. Your mom will like it more and your father won't call you cheap." You replied, "Thanks." He smiled. Your mother ended up loving the red rose and so did your father.

At school, you and Cato became friends. You were inseparable from that day on.

At 12, you and Cato were just walking around District 2 on an average day. There was really nothing special about that day except for the fact that Caesar Flickerman's promo videos for the next Hunger Games were playing on every screen you went past. This was the first year that you would be reaped into it. Your parents have had you training since you were 5. You were not afraid. You were just nervous. You don't like all of the attention.

Cato pulled you into an alley and you snapped, "What are you doing, Cato?" He lets you go and stares into your eyes nervously. You notice him looking from your eyes to your lips. He leans in and kisses you. You could've shoved him off for kissing you without your consent, but truth is, you like him. You always have and always will.

At 13, we started officially dating.

At 14, you stole his father's car and a bottle of alcohol from their liquor cabinet. You both went to the top of a building and watched the stars. You also told each other we loved each other for the first time that night.

Our parents hated us after that until at 15, you became your mother's official styling assistant. You were praised and loved. President Snow even sought you out to learn more about you. He told you that if you were alive at 18, you were to become one of the official stylists for the Capitol and for the Hunger Games.

You were sent back and forth to the Capitol constantly.

You spent less time with Cato. He was always showing up at your window and spending the night. You would talk for hours. You would talk about your future together and what you want with your life. Cato was romantic and optimistic at 15. He is everything to you.

Skip to present events of The Hunger Games ~

The Reaping Ceremony -  age 16

President Snow told you that if you really wanted, you could be exempt from the reaping this year because of your valued stylist experience. You said no. You wanted it to be fair. He respected that.

First, a girl is chosen. Clove is picked. You know, Clove. We're friends. She's good with knives.

Next is the boys. Cato's name is called. Your world drops. You feel nothing.

You immediately rush to see him one last time before he heads out. You will go first then his parents.

You walk inside and hug Cato tightly. He asks, "Will you be there as my stylist?" You answer, "Yes." He replies, "Then I have nothing to worry about. I have you." You reply, "You're strong, Cato. You can do it. You can do anything you put your mind to. I believe in you." He smiles and replies, "Come kiss your future Victor." You lean forward and you kiss.

The door opens and a Peacekeeper tells you that your time is up. You leave the room.

You walk calmly back to your house and straight up into your bedroom. You draw a bath and sit in it. You cry for hours until your mother knocks on the door to tell you that you must leave for the Capitol now.

The Chariot Ride

Cato hugs you a lot. It takes forever to fit him for this year's style. He keeps trying to flirt with you or kiss you. He's just very touchy. You don't mind.

Caesar Flickerman's Show

Caesar Flickerman welcomes Cato to the stage and you smile. He looks so right up on stage with all eyes on him. You stand backstage with the other stylists watching the screen to see how he will act.

Caesar Flickerman exclaims, "Cato! It's so good to meet you!" Cato replies, "It's good to meet you as well. This won't be our last meeting, I can assure you." Caesar Flickerman smiles and replies, "Confidence, we like it! Now tell us, what went through your head when you volunteered?" Cato answers, "I have been training since I was 5 for the Hunger Games. I always knew it would be a bigger part of my life. I also know that my family was cheering me on back in 2. I love you, family... I volunteered because I know the fame and riches you get for winning." Caesar Flickerman smiles and replies, "And can you tell us about your look? And the lady who designed it?" Cato smiles and answers, "The look was made by my lovely girlfriend, Y/N L/N. She is the District 2 stylist this year along with her team and I think she's doing a wonderful job. Love you baby."

Caesar looks like he is about to cry. You are, too.

Night Before The Hunger Games Begin

You are spending one last night together with Cato before the Hunger Games begin.

You talk for a bit before you sleep beside him.

You told him that as much as you want to spend time with him awake, he needs rest for the big day. His arms hold you tightly against him, and you feel at peace there in his arms.

You were proud that he came in 3rd. Yes, you wish he won, but he didn't. That's how the Hunger Games work. You lose the ones you love and no one cares.

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard Part Two

Link to part one - here!

Part three - link

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

After the Los Angeles show, where you and many fans almost lost your lives, you didn't want to keep making music. You felt lost and scared.

Your manager posted notes crafted by her, the band, and you, talking about how we felt following the concert. We refunded every concertgoer their money back and first come-first serve on our next concert.

Your manager started putting together a benefit concert to host 1 month from the date of the Los Angeles show. All money would be sent to the victim's families and a charity to support mental health. We would give free tickets to those who attended the Los Angeles show, and then the rest of the tickets would be $50. We invited some fellow bands to play and help raise money as well.

Your recovery process would take over a month, so your band's performance would be exclusively acoustic. Your band had never done that before, so you started practicing and putting together a setlist that would work.

Your recovery required monitoring medications and getting lots of rest. The good news is that after your mom left, Rafe took over as your "caretaker." He was always there and even moved into one of your spare bedrooms. He cooked for you, opened up more, and helped you change your bandages. You found yourself starting to enjoy his company more and relying on his presence to have a better day. His days off were always sad, but he never seemed to take the full day because he claimed he didn't need a full day of rest.

One night, you're in the kitchen eating ice cream, and you hear someone knock on the door. You hear someone open it and hushed tones. You get up and slowly peek your head around the corner to see Rafe talking with what looks like his sister from the photos you've seen. She makes eye contact and waves. You wave back and she pushes past Rafe into the house. She walks over and exclaims, "Hi I'm Sarah, I'm Rafe's younger sister." You shake her hand and reply, "Nice to meet you, Sarah. Your brother has told me great things about you. I'm Y/N." She smiles widely and replies, "Oh I know who you are. I'm a big fan and I begged Rafe to take this job. Wait, what did he say about me?" You answer, "I'll tell you if you want to stay for some ice cream." She smiles and replies, "Deal." She makes herself a bowl and Rafe walks back into the room. He says, "Sarah, what are you doing? I thought you weren't staying." Sarah replies, "Y/N asked me to stay for ice cream." You add, "And besides, I haven't seen many new people recently. It'll be nice to talk to someone." Rafe bites his lip a little, sighs, and replies, "At least sit on the couch, Y/N. I don't think you should be sitting upright this much for recovery." You reply, "You're probably right. Sarah, follow me."

You sit with Sarah on the couch and Rafe asks, "Is it cool if I let you two just talk? I need to make a call." Sarah quickly replies, "Take as long as you want, brother. I can watch and protect Y/N... We can have a girl talk." Rafe turns to you and you say, "I'm fine, Rafe. Go ahead." He nods and leaves the room.

Sarah turns to you and exclaims, "First things first, tell me do you like him?" You ask, "What? Who?" Sarah looks at you with a deadpan expression and says, "Don’t play dumb. My brother." You scoffs, "Rafe? No. Absolutely not. That’s ridiculous." She smirks, "Right. So you just stare at him like he hung the moon for fun? And you both care for each other's opinions." You reply, "I do not—" She replies, "Mhm. Sure. Look, I’m not judging, I just don’t get why you guys are making this so complicated. If you like each other, just… kiss already. Or, I don’t know, date in secret." You groans, "Sarah." She asks, "What? It’s a solid plan! The whole 'forbidden romance' thing? Super dramatic. Super hot." You rub your temples and say, "You make it sound like a teen drama." She asks, "Isn’t it, though? You’re a superstar, he’s your bodyguard who saved you from nearly dying?" You say, "Exactly. He’s my bodyguard, Sarah." She asks, "And?" You answer, "And that means he’d lose his job. His whole career. Everything." She shrugs and says, "So? He can get another job. You can hire him as your full-time, I don’t know, boyfriend bodyguard." You laugh and reply, "That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard." She smiles and replies, "Thank you."

You exhale, leaning back against the pillows. Your smile fades slightly.

You exclaim," It’s not that simple, Sarah. Your brother is the best at his job. He's really freaking great. And, he takes his job seriously. And I… I don’t want to be the reason he loses something important." Sarah asks softly, "But what if you’re the important thing?" You swallow, looking away. Sarah watches you for a moment, then nudges you playfully. She says, "Just think about it, okay? And if you do kiss him, I demand to be the first to know even if he's my brother." You laugh and ask, "How is this the first time we're talking? You're so easy to talk to." She answers, "Oh, that, yeah, my brother keeps his work life pretty separated from his personal life. I always ask him questions about you because I love your music, but like you said, he's pretty serious about not revealing much. I love him, though. But he could at least get me a concert ticket or something." You ask, "Have you never seen my band live?" She shakes her head and says, "No, it sold out last tour. I really wanted to go and Rafe refused to get me any tickets."

Rafe walks into the room with a smoothie in hand, slides into the spot next to Sarah, and asks, "What are you girls talking about?" Sarah answers, "What a bad brother you are." He gasps and you say, "We'll have to get her tickets to my next concert. Will you be needing a plus-one?" Sarah answers, "Oh that would be great." You reply, "Great! I cannot wait and I hope you have the best time." Rafe says, "You'll regret that. She'll be a bigger fan now." You laugh. You keep talking with them for a while before Sarah has to head out.

As Sarah leaves, she says, "Both of you, think about what I said and act on it." She winks and you wonder what she said to Rafe.

You wash your bowl and start to climb the stairs to your bedroom. Rafe catches up with you and asks, "Need any help up the stairs?" You answer, "No, I feel okay today. I do want to switch my bandages though. I also think I need to apply some anti-itch cream." He replies, "Ok, yeah I'll help."

We go into the bathroom where you lay down and Rafe helps you with your bandages.

After you are in bed, Rafe asks, "What did my sister tell you to act on?" He's facing away, and he's looking at the photos on your wall. You answer, "It's actually kind of personal. What did she tell you to act on?" He glances at you and answers, "Something personal." Could you both be thinking the same thing? Who will be the first person to make the move if so?

The next few weeks as you prepare for the benefit concert are brutal. Your body is pushed every day, and you feel drained.

One night, as you sit in bed, you find yourself humming a little tune, and you start writing out song lyrics. It's about falling for a crush and wanting to make a move but fearing rejection.

You write another song the next night about needing and wanting to feel protected. Your mind is still on the last Los Angeles show and how you could've died. These lyrics come quickly to you.

You want to play the songs for your band and see what they think - maybe they could be debuted at your benefit concert?

PART 3 - BEING WRITTEN NOW

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Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard AU

You're a successful lead singer of a pop x alternative band. Recently, there was a need to strengthen security. Rafe is your assigned bodyguard.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

let me know if you want a part two because I want to write one lol

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

You've been on tour for six weeks with Rafe by your side. He had successfully intercepted everything thrown at you on stage, from bras to condoms. He had managed to keep fans close but not too close. Your food was tested for poison, and he even would take a bite first to make sure it was all okay. He always had your back.

You were finally in New York City with a night off from performing. You were planning to sleep in, go to the hotel spa, and just relax. Your body and mind were tired.

You exit your room and see Rafe standing there. You exclaim, "Morning, Mr. Cameron." He smiles and replies, "Morning Miss L/N`." You reply, "You can just call me Y/N today. It's my day off." He smiles and follows you to the elevator.

You walk up to the spa, and the receptionist asks, "Hello, welcome to the Right Mind Spa. How may I help you both?" You answer, "Yes, hi, I'm Y/N L/N, and I'm checking in for my facial." The receptionist replies, "Great, we have you all checked in. You may wait in the lobby, and we'll call you back when it's time." You nod, take a seat, and open your book.

You glance up at Rafe, who is watching everyone intensely. He really takes his job seriously. I mean, it was a day off for you. But I guess bad things can happen anytime. God, I should knock on wood to not jinx myself. But also, Rafe is really hot.

The esthetician is named Ruby, and she leads you back to a room. You walk in first, and Ruby says, "Whoa, not so fast, big guy. You'll have to wait out here." You say, "It's okay, Rafe. Just wait outside. If anything's wrong, just knock first then open the door." He nods and places his back next to the door.

Ruby shuts the door and says, "Your boyfriend or guard or whatever is very serious." You reply, "Yeah, he really is. Sorry about that." She replies, "I have you down for just a classic facial, is that right?" You nod and reply, "Yes, ma'am."

The facial goes off without a hitch. You're glad.

The rest of your day off involves you convincing Rafe to eat with you at lunch in your room, then you let him leave because he seems stressed not watching the door. You watch movies and call friends the rest of the day.

Another two weeks of tour pass and you get closer to Rafe. You try to get him to open up since you two spend so much time together. He even lets out a smile once or twice. It's nice to see. He has a pretty smile.

Something is off on your day off, but no one will tell you what. Rafe just commands that you stay in your hotel room all day with him inside and another guard stationed outside. You try pushing him to ask why, but he tells you that it's better for you to not know yet. But it's your life and it makes you frustrated.

The next day, you notice amped up security, and you try not to panic. You try to ask your band what is happening, and they don't know either.

You get ready for your concert like nothing is wrong and try to de-stress with your hype music.

The concert begins, and you yell into the microphone, "HELLO, LOS ANGELES! How are we doing tonight?" Everyone screams, and you scan the audience. You see so many happy faces and a few off-putting ones. Huh.

You shake it off and continue your concert.

Rafe's POV

Y/N is off tonight. She occasionally goes off-key, and she never is. I know how much tonight means to her and her band, everyone who is everyone is in Los Angeles here tonight.

I race backstage, where I know Y/N is changing. I find her and see her pacing before her entrance. I place my hands on her arms. She flinches slightly but relaxes when she realizes it's me, then says, "What's going on?" I ask, "I could ask you the same thing. You're off-key. What's wrong?" She answers, "Just some fans looking off in the audience. Just look stage left, please. But be discreet." I nod and say, "Take a deep breath. I'll make sure you're safe." She nods, takes a deep breath, and then heads on stage.

I alert my team, and they start searching around stage left. Meanwhile, I stand right in front of the stage looking as well.

It all happens so quickly.

One minute, I'm looking at people. The next I hear blood-curdling screams in the audience. I immediately hop on stage and run towards Y/N. My hand has only just grabbed her side when I hear her say, "Rafe. Catch me." I looked down and saw blood pouring out of her chest. I sweep her off her feet as she starts to fall, and I run with her down the emergency entrance.

I yell, "Call 911 and get help here now!" I hope someone heard me.

I rip my jacket off, then my shirt, before holding it down on her side. Y/N looks at me through her heavy eyelids and says, "Thanks, Rafe." I say, "Come on, Y/N. Stay with me, okay? You'll be okay." She replies, "I just feel really sleepy, Rafe." I hear an ambulance from far away and say, "Stay with me, just for a bit longer. Help is on the way. Um did I ever tell you about my favorite song of yours?" She replies, "I thought you had never heard my music before you took the job. You lied." I reply, "Yeah, sorry for that. I um... I love your band and your music. I've been a fan since your first album, Hollow Heart. I even went to a concert on the Hollow Heart tour. I saw you in Ohio, and you were phenomenal. You have always had the best stage presence. I'm so proud of you." I see her faintly smile as I look up to see the ambulance pulling up. Paramedics hop out of the ambulance and immediately take care of Y/N. I get in the ambulance with them and hold her hand. Her heart sputters a little. I want her to live. I need her to live.

We arrive at a hospital where they take her immediately to surgery. A nurse tells me where the bathroom is and hands me an extra white shirt to throw on since I'm covered in blood. I go rinse my hands and slide it on.

I wait and pace in the waiting room.

I called the rest of the security and made sure everything was controlled. I also made sure everyone else, from her fans to her band, was okay. I called Y/N's mom and told her what happened, too.

A nurse calls me over to tell me that Y/N is out from surgery and okay. If the bullet had hit her any lower, she would have died upon impact. Thank goodness.

I sit by Y/N's bedside, holding her hand as she sleeps. I lay my head down on the bed next to our hands and nap.

When I wake up, I see Y/N's mom reading a book in the chair on the other side of the room. I let go of Y/N's hand and say, "Miss L/N, I'm so glad you're here. You should take my seat. She probably will need her mom when she wakes up." Miss L/N replies, "Thank you, honey. I can watch her if you want to go home and shower. I appreciate you for doing such a great job at keeping her safe. She would be dead if it weren't for you." I reply, "But I failed her. She got hit." She takes my hands gently and says, "Sweetheart, those men… those awful men had their sights set on her. There was no way to prevent it—no one could have seen it coming. Please don’t blame yourself. She’s alive, she’s safe, and that’s because of you. You made sure she could keep making music and bringing light to the world. Thank you." I reply, "I see why Y/N loves you. And I see where she gets her light." She pulls me into a hug and says, "Thank you, darling. Now go clean up. Give me your number, and I'll call you about any changes." I nod.

I leave the hospital in a taxi and take it to the hotel. I clean off then meet up with the rest of security.

3 Days Later... Y/N's POV

You woke up the day after Rafe left. Your mom told you how he had stayed with you the whole time and how he blamed himself.

You also learned from the police about the gang who shot you. They told you that 2 of your other band members sustained minor injuries, and some fans died while some were injured. You felt horrible.

You're driven to your home in Los Angeles. You're told by your mom that your band postponed the rest of the tour.

When you arrive home, you notice different security members. You ask, "Where's Mr. Cameron? I thought he was my assigned guard." One of the guards says, "He asked to be reassigned." You reply, "Call him up and tell him that he needs to quit in person." The guard nods.

You head inside with help from your mom, and you lay on your bed. You take a nap, and you notice it's dark when you wake up. You slowly get up, go the bathroom, then head downstairs because you're hungry. Everything hurts as you walk slowly and see Rafe talking to your mom in the living room. He's here. He really showed up. You exclaim, "Rafe?" He quickly turns to you, rushes to your side, and says, "What are you doing up? You need to be resting. You'll pop your stitches." You answer, "I was hungry." Your mom says, "I'll make us some dinner. Rafe, be a dear and help her back to her bed. It's the first door on the right upstairs." Rafe turns to you and says, "I'm going to pick you up, okay?" You nod, and he slips his arms around you. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and seems to treat you like a delicate flower.

Rafe places you on the bed, and you say, "Rafe, please sit. We need to talk." He moves to sit on the chair by your desk, and you quickly say, "Can you sit at the edge of my bed? It's hard to turn my head and look at you over there." He moves back to the bed and sits on the edge as if ready to run when he tells you that he quits. You notice him cross his arms and glance at you before you say, "You're hovering weirdly." He shrugs and says, "I'm not getting too close. I’m just making sure you’re okay." You smile softly and say, "I’m okay." He shakes his head and replies, "No. You’re not. And that’s on me." You say, "Rafe—" He interrupts you with a sharp exhale and says, "I failed you, Y/N. That guy hit you. You got hurt. That’s not supposed to happen." You reply, "It wasn’t your fault—" He interrupts, "It was my job to stop it." You reply, "And you did. You got to me in seconds." He clinches his jaw and says, "Seconds are too long when it comes to you."

A silence stretches between us. Rafe looks away, his fists tightening at his sides. I watch him carefully.

You exclaim, "You’re thinking about quitting on me and getting reassigned, aren't you?" Rafe quietly answers, "I already made up my mind." You softly reply, "No." He sighs and says, "Y/N—" You reply, "No. I won’t let you." He frustratedly says, "You think this is easy for me? Watching you risk yourself every time you step outside? Knowing I might not be enough to keep you safe?" You reply, "You are enough." He shakes his head and says, "I can’t—" You reply, "You can’t leave me."

Rafe finally looks at you. There’s something raw in his eyes, something he’s been holding back for too long. You wonder what it is.

Rafe says in a low voice, "You don’t get it, do you? It’s not just about the job anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time." Your breath catches, and you mutter, "...Rafe." He replies in a soft but firm tone, "If something happened to you, Y/N… I wouldn’t survive it."

You crawl slowly over the bed, closing the space between you two. Your fingers graze his hand, tentative but deliberate.

You say, "Then stay. Not because it’s your job. Because it’s me." Rafe exhales sharply, like he's been holding his breath for years. His resolve wavers—just for you. Rafe hoarsely lets out, "You’re making this impossible." You smile softly and say, "Good. Because I don’t want to do this without you."

Your eyes lock, the unspoken words lingering in the air between them. And for the first time, Rafe thinks—maybe he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

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Is it okay if you make a part 2 to Belly x Jeremiah x male reader

(The Summer I Turned Pretty) Belly Conklin x Jeremiah Fisher x Male!Reader: (Request)

PART ONE <- linked here

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One month is all it took. One month to fall even more in love with Jeremiah. I thought I was over him and that this summer relationship would not mean anything.

Jeremiah asked me to go with him and Belly on a date to go to a movie and then dinner. I'm picking them up later today because I do not want to drink or pregame with Jeremiah. It's always dangerous to pregame with Jeremiah. He'll give you one shot promising it's the only one, then the next thing you know, half a bottle is down your throat.

I pick them up and then drive us to the movie theatre. Jeremiah buys us all drinks and popcorn. We all sit together near the back. No good thing happens in the back of the theatre.

During the movie, in the middle of an action-packed scene, I feel lips on my neck. It takes a lot of strength to not succumb to that good feeling. God, I wish we were not in public.

I whisper, "Hey J, I'm trying to watch the movie." He whispers back, "That's the first time you've called me a nickname. It feels good to hear that nickname from your lips." I turn to the side, and he presses his lips into mine.

After a brief (or not, who can really tell?) makeout session, I turn my attention to the movie... Jeremiah leans back over to Belly with his hand still on mine.

Jeremiah keeps leaning over to whisper things he thinks are being foreshadowed. He's right 50/50.

We walk out of the movie and stroll across to the 24/7 diner with the town's worst coffee but best burgers.

Belly sits opposite Jeremiah and me.

The waitress walks up to us, looks in my direction, and asks, "What can I get started for you, darling?" DARLING?! Oh, Jeremiah is going to be so jealous... I cannot wait. I reply, "I'll have a lemon-lime soda, please, ma'am." The waitress smirks, turns to Belly, and asks, "And what for you, sweetie?" Belly answers, "The same for me." The waitress turns to Jeremiah and asks, "And you?" Jeremiah rolls his eyes and replies, "Just water, please." The waitress nods and walks off.

Belly exclaims, "Sounds like someone is a little jealous that they didn't get a pet name by the waitress." I add, "We can't help that we're the hotter 2/3 of the trio." I hold my hand up, and Belly high-fives it. Jeremiah rolls his eyes and replies, "Yeah, but at the end of the night, you're both going home with me, not her." Belly shrugs. I smirk. We have Jeremiah so tense and heated right now.

We all sit in silence for a bit, and then the waitress comes back to take our food orders. She tosses her hair and winks a few times when she talks with me, and then she does the same with Belly. O M G

After the waitress walks away, Belly says, "Okay, but seriously, let's talk about the movie. Because that third act? Insane. I did not see that twist coming." Jeremiah replies, "Right? I mean, I kinda called it—" I laugh and exclaim, "You called everything all night... even down to this dinner." Jeremiah smirks and replies, "Because I have taste, Y/N." Belly replies, "Oh please, you were wrong about the villain's plan twice." I reply, "And yet, somehow, he still thinks he was right." Jeremiah replies, "Confidence, my friend. Something our hero tonight clearly had in spades. Unlike someone else at this table—" Belly replies, "Aw, I don’t know, I think Y/N had some pretty heroic moments tonight. Like when he saved me from spilling my popcorn because you wanted to make out mid-movie. That was impressive." I smirk and reply, "Just doing my duty." Jeremiah rolls his eyes and replies, "Yeah, yeah, real noble. Sir Popcorn Saver." Belly replies, "I might need a strong, reliable guy like that in my life." Jeremiah fake gasps and asks, "What about me?! I literally held the door open for you—twice!" Belly replies, "True, but Y/N also picked up my jacket when I dropped it. That’s like bonus points." I reply, "This is the weirdest competition ever." Jeremiah sighs and replies, "It’s only weird because I’m clearly losing... I mean, I introduced you two to each other. This whole thing is because of me."

At this moment, the waitress starts to refill our drinks, and says, "Here you go! And let me know if you need anything else." I reply, "Oh, thanks!" The waitress winks and replies, "Anytime, darling."

The waitress walks away, and Jeremiah asks, "Okay, what is this? Why does the waitress hate my being?" Belly laughs and asks, "Oh wow, Jere, are you jealous? Are you jealous that she clearly likes Y/N and I more?" Jeremiah grumbles out, "I mean, I just think it’s interesting that Y/N is out here getting all the attention." I ask, "You want me to wave her down for you? Maybe she has a thing for guys who hold doors open twice." Belly laughs and says, "Aw, Jere, don’t be too sad. You’re still my favorite… after Y/N." Jeremiah grumbles, "I hate both of you." Belly and I say in sync, "No, you don’t."

We end the night laying in the back of Jeremiah's car, complimenting him. (and other things...)

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Peter Parker x Fem!Reader: Notes For Spider-Man

Instead of Liz, Peter Parker's crush is Y/N.

Y/N = Your Name

*I do not own any of the characters or plot from any Marvel movie *

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Y/N's POV

You go to school with Ned, MJ, Betty, Liz, and Peter Parker. You think they are great. You mainly hang out with Liz or Betty, but you have a computer class with Ned. You like talking to Ned because he is hilarious and not judgmental at all. However, you do have to watch what you say to him because he really loves to gossip. You want to ask him if he thinks that Peter would say yes if you ask him out, but you keep chickening out.

Your father is a cop, and you have one of his radios in your room. You took it as a kid and never gave it back. You don't even know if he knows you have it. You're great with computers, and you managed to find a way to tune the radio to different frequencies to know what's happening around the city. You heard these men who sounded sinister making fun of Spider-Man.

You text Ned: Random question, but I feel like you know a lot about random things, do you know if there is a way to get in touch with Spider-Man? He texts back: I might know someone who knows him. You text back: GREAT! Can I give you a message to pass on to him? He texts back: Sure thing, Y/N. You text back: Ok here is the message: Hi Spider-Man! I know you have no reason to trust me, but there are these guys who stay out near Brooklyn Bridge on the South side of Fulton Ferry Landing. They speak Italian, but I don't know where they work or if they just gossip there. Anyway, they have been shi**ing on you and your name. To put it plainly, they think you are just the mascot for the cops and a symbol for them AND that you don't really save people. I think they need to be taught a lesson, don't you think? Ned texts back: Woah, where'd you hear this? You text back: I'll tell you at school. It's not safe on the phone. He texts back: Deal, I'll pass the message on.

You close your phone and go to sleep.

The next day, with Ned in class, you whisper, "So did you know who check out those guys?" Ned whispers, "Yeah, and he taught them a lesson, all right. He said thanks for the message and to share anything you hear." You nod and say, "That's good to hear." You tell Ned some bits of where you got the info because a police radio not in use by the police would be bad... You can never let your dad know that it's in the house and in your possession.

You send Ned texts 1-2 times a week over the next month.

You're sitting with Ned outside of school when Peter walks up. He waves, and you say, "Hi, Peter." He replies, "Hey Y/N. Um, what are you two talking about?" Ned answers, "Oh, I was updating Y/N on the spider situation. But maybe you want to tell her how it went down." Peter excitedly smiles and answers, "Uh, sure... so... Spider-Man caught up to the guys who were giving the police force some trouble and managed to tie them up with his web. I then... I mean, he did some hand-to-hand fighting with some guys and knocked the guns from their hands. The police were able to arrest and detain them all. He then left before they could really talk about it. I ... I mean, he just doesn't like to talk after." He kept saying I...suspicious. You reply, "Wow, well that's great. I'm glad he was able to help out the city." Peter nods and replies, "He really appreciates your help sending him tips." You reply, "Oh good, I didn't know if I was sending too many or not enough." Peter replies, "He said it was just right." You smile and nod.

Liz walks over and asks, "Hey Y/N, can you help after school today with planning for the dance?" You nod and answer, "Of course!" You were just about to head home, but you can never say no to helping your friends. She asks, "Do you have a date yet?" You answer, "No." She winks and replies, "Well, maybe one of these two can take you." Ned says, "Actually, I have a date already. Peter will gladly take you to the dance. We can all go together." You look over at Peter, who says, "Yes, I mean... Y/N, would you like to go to the dance with me?" You answer, "Sure, sounds great." Liz starts to pull you, and you say, "Peter, get my number from Ned." You notice him nod.

Later that night, you see a few texts on your phone.

From an unknown number: Hey, it's Peter Parker! From maybe Peter Parker: I wanted to ask what your favorite color is for a flower. My Aunt May said girls like flowers. Unless you don't, then cool, no flowers. You text back: Hey Peter! It's Y/N, and yes, I like flowers. Pink roses are my favorite. I really just love all pink flowers, though. He texts back: Cool, thanks. He then sends another text: Also I know you send Ned your texts for Spider-Man. You can send them to me instead. I know him too. You text back: Will do!

Ned never said he knew Spider-Man. Ned said he knew someone who knew him... suspicious.

You start sending your messages for Spider-Man to Peter next, and Peter usually texts you in the morning about what happened, or he'll tell you as you walk up to the school building together.

Peter also brings you little origami cranes or origami flowers sometimes. He'll shyly smile and act super proud of them.

You go out with Peter to get to know him over some ice cream after school one day, which is fun. He's really sweet and cute. He did ask about Liz's father for some reason. You think Liz's father is shady, and you told Peter all you know. He seems bothered by it.

You also have a study date at his house where Aunt May freaks out when she meets you. She's so kind and so silly.

DANCE DAY

It's dance day, and you're so happy.

You get ready, and you hear a knock on the front door. You hear your parents open it and you skip out there.

You see Peter smiling with a pink corsage, and you see him hand one to your mom. That was sweet.

Your dad shakes his hand, and you hear your dad say, "Now, son, I'm a police officer, and I know your face. I also know your name. You take care of my daughter now, okay?" Peter nods.

In the car with Peter, you ask, "Did you get a good look at your boutonniere? I tucked something on it in the house." He glances down, picks it up, and sees a spider ring holding it together. He asks, "What is this for? Is this because we bonded over Spider-Man?" You arrive, exit the car, pull him behind a tree, and say, "It's because I think I know Spider-Man... Could you tell Spider-Man that I think he's really cute?" Peter smiles and says, "Please don't tell anyone. How'd you find out?" You answer, "A few things you've said or things Ned has said that don't match up. Plus, you really seem to know what happened with him on his missions." He smiles and says, "Oh, I should learn to shut up." You reply, "I think it's cute when you ramble." He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. You ask, "Who else knows?" He answers, "Um ... Ned is the only other person who knows." You ask, "And not Aunt May?" He answers, "She would worry too much."

You head into the dance and start the night by taking pictures with just Peter then with Peter, Betty, and Ned.

Flash tries to convince you to switch dates and go out with him, to which you refuse.

Halfway through the dance, Peter pulls you to the side and tells you he needs to head out. You notice his panicked look and understand it's a Spider-Man thing. You kiss his cheek and tell him to text you when he's safe.

You slide in the seat next to Ned who is talking with MJ and Betty too. Ned asks, "Where's Peter?" You answer, "He had somewhere to go." Betty replies, "That's rude to leave you mid-dance." You reply, "I don't really care. It seemed urgent... Um, did you guys see Flash's suit? It's ugly." MJ replies, "Right? I hate it and him." Ned whispers in your ear, "It's a spider thing, right?" You nod.

That night, you're sitting in your room reading your book when you see Aunt May texting you.

From Aunt May: Hey, I texted Peter, but I don't know if he saw it. Could you text me when you leave the dance?

Oh Peter is still not home... ok...

You text Aunt May back: Sure thing! We're with Ned & Betty right now.

You text Ned: Hey uh I told Aunt May that we are with Betty and Peter right now... Peter's not home yet and I needed a cover story. Ned texts back: Don't bring me into this! ... kidding, I'll pretend he's here!

You text Peter: Post dance - we were hanging out with Betty & Ned. That's what I told Aunt May.

You close your phone and keep reading, trying not to worry.

You receive a text later that night from Peter: Aunt May knows. And I'm safe. You text back: Glad you're safe:) Night!

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(Gilmore Girls) Finn x Fem!Reader: More Than Just Sex

You're a member of the Life & Death Brigade. You hooked up with Finn twice - once while sober and once drunk at the Gilmore's Yale Alumni Party. You had to explain to your parents why your tongue was down someone's throat and why you weren't making business connections with all the alumni. It was uncomfy, to say the least.

*I don't own these characters except for Y/N* Y/N = Your Name

**Pretend You Jump, I Jump Jack episode happens after The Party's Over**

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Today - Y/N's POV

You wake up to the sun shining and your head hurting so bad. Ugh! you're dead. Not literally. But figuratively.

You were out drinking last night with your dear Life and Death Brigade best friend, Stephanie. You were out until like 1AM and it was a great time!!!

Stephanie rolls over and says, "My head hurts." You reply, "Me too."

We both fall back asleep for another hour or so.

Then you decide to get up for water and as you lay down again, Stephanie asks, "Honest question, when was the last time you were that drunk?" You answer, "Honest answer, Rory Gilmore's grandparent's threw a party for Yale Alumni and students. Finn & I were drinking a lot. My parents were mad that I was making out and not making business connections." She replies, "Gosh your life is crazy. You're so smart and already have so many business connections. Your parents should be proud of you. I don't get them... You know, Finn constantly tells me about when you two hooked up, even though you've only done it twice and he has been with countless one night stands. He tells me all about the things you did and how what you did was just right." You reply, "Finn is special. You know, besides our sex, we are friends. He doesn't normally do that with girls he does it with. That's why he remembers and talks about it." She laughs and replies, "Yeah, honey, keep telling yourself that." You reply, "I will because even if I want to have a relationship with him, he doesn't." She asks "How do you know? You answer "I don't, but he won't be Finn without his crazy one-night stands and stories of new women." She replies, "No girl. Don't be too sure. He likes you big time. He knows it too. He's jealous at parties when you don't hang out with him." You laugh and say, "Good to know, I guess. Gosh, this weekend will be interesting." She nods.

After relaxing and eating breakfast with Stephanie, we pack for the weekend events.

You leave around 2 PM with Juliet and Rosemary (other Life and Death Brigade girls) to help make sure things are running smoothly/help set things up if needed. Stephanie is driving later with some other members.

You walk around and you find Robert. You call him over and ask, "Hey! Where is my tent?" He answers, "Over there! You're sharing with someone, so you're in a double!" You ask, "Who?" He smirks and answers, "You'll see. This person wants to remain anonymous until they arrive." You sigh and walk to where all the tents are. You change into my all white outfit for tonight. It's a simple white dress with little bows holding up the dress. So cute!

You help other people set stuff up, and it's honestly so fun to do. You'll love it!! You love these events every time.

Colin, Finn, Stephanie, Logan, and Rory arrive. Everyone cheers, and you laugh. Everyone just loves Logan and his group of friends. They bring it alive and keep the group running.

Finn makes eye contact with you and winks. He walks over and asks, "You don't happen to know where I'll be staying, do you?" You answer, "No, but get this, Someone is staying with me for the weekend and they want to remain anonymous until they arrive." He replies, "I know who it is. Come with me." He slings his arm around your shoulder, and we walk to my tent.

When we get there, he says, "Please don't kill me, roomie." What? Omg! Brooooooo what? You ask, "Why did you want to room together?" He answers, "I ... I don't know." You poke him in the chest and say, "Wow, Finn. I've never seen you flustered before." He replies, "Yeah you have." Ohhhhhh geez. He really brought up that. You reply, "Okay, roomie. I better leave you to change, and when I see you next, we cannot say the letter E." He asks, "Can you wait for me?" He frowns a little and bats his eyes at you. He's too cute to resist. You laugh and answer, "Sure Finn Sure." He smiles and heads inside the tent.

After a few minutes, he walks out dressed. You say, "Hot is you, Finn." He replies, "Hot is you too, Y/N." We both laugh and we make our way back to where the night's events will take place.

Finn leaves you to get drinks and you find Stephanie. She says, "You two are so cute. Did you find out he was your roommate? He was so nervous to tell you." You answer, "Yeah. Oh you're using the letter e tonight. Wow okay, girl." She laughs and replies, "No one will talk to me because the letter is in my name." You reply, "Oh sucks to suck." She laughs and playfully slaps you.

We all hang out more and we all eat dinner. We had these long beautiful wooden tables lit up with candelabras featuring lots of food. I'd also like to add alcohol is involved and I think I'm now a bit tipsy. But not drunk. Just tipsy.

You find Finn sitting by the fire alone and sit next to him. It's weird that he's alone right now. He's always with people 24/7. You wonder if something is wrong. You lean your head on his shoulder and say, "Hi Finn." He wraps an arm around you and replies, "Hi Y/N. " You ask, "Is everything okay? You're alone and quiet." He answers, "Not much. I'm just thinking." Gosh, I need to not use the letter E, but also tell him how I feel. Right? Right. You ask "Can I tell you something?" He answers, "Ok. You... you can just use the letter E if that helps any." You move your head, look into his eyes, and say, "Ok good. Cool. I know I'm tipsy, but this is how I feel when I'm sober too. So I like you Finn. I know we hooked up twice and we're friends. But hey, I want to date you." He asks, "Do you really mean it or is this the drinks?" You answer, "Yes I mean every word. I just said that, silly." He leans over and we kiss. You must say, it's a beautiful kiss. You're kissing your crush in the forest with a beautiful candle setup next to a warm fire. It's dreamy.

The rest of the night consists of more drinking and Finn never letting you go. He keeps an arm or hand on you at all times.

At one point, you made eye contact with Stephanie who shaped a heart in the air with her fingers.

When it's time for bed, you climb into the big sleeping bag and you cuddle.

Next Day

When we wake up, the sun is shining and you move a little. You're then pulled back into Finn's arms.

You ask, "Was last night real? Like I told you, I liked you, and we kissed?" He answers, "Yeah. It happened." You reply, "I'm so happy." He replies, "Me too." You ask, "Were you ever going to tell me you liked me, or were you waiting for me to tell you first?" He answers, "Uh yeah, I hoped you would say it first. I was trying to think how I would tell you last night. It's why I was alone."

Someone knocks on our tent and says, "Hey lovebirds. Today's events start in 1 hour. Get up!" Finn yells, "Go away!" You laugh.

We eventually get up and change into our fancy clothes.

When Finn is in his suit, you exclaim, "Wow, you look hot in a suit, Finn." He asks, "Does us dating mean you compliment me a lot? If so, I like it." You reply, "I like you too, honey, but we do need to leave to make it on time." He laughs, and we leave the tent.

We snag two bananas and eat them for breakfast with our Advil.

We jog to the field area and are given glasses of champagne. Ah it's never too early for some alcohol. We stand and wait for the event to begin. Colin then does his speech, ending with ... "And by changing nothing, we change everything... We are pleased to welcome everyone to the 108th Grand Assembly of the Life & Death Brigade. Please raise your glasses. In Omnia Paratus!" You twist arms with Finn, then we drink our champagne. You then quickly move out of the way of the gong as Finn moves towards the gong. He hits the gong, and everyone cheers! We then all run to the field for games and food.

The day is amazing. You spend it with Stephanie for the most part because she said she needs a partner for most of the games. You separate from her to spend time with Juliet and Rosemary, who bombard you with questions about Finn. All three of us eat lunch together and play a few games of croquet. You talked with Robert a bit, then Logan & Rory too. Rory seems sweet but maybe not cut out for the lifestyle of the group.

When you walk over to get more water, Colin runs over and says, "Finn said he needs you at the nurse's tent." You ask, "What did he do?" He answers, "He missed the mat because he was bored of shooting and wanted to be the target." You reply, "He's always the target, though. Okay, I'll head over now. Thanks, Colin." He nods and runs off.

You walk to the nurse's tent and open it up. You see inside that Finn is laying down and there is one female + one male nurse just sitting on the opposite side of the tent. You ask, "So what happened, Finn?" He looks up and sighs. He says, "I was shot." You reply, "I thought that everyone was getting shot and people were normally fine." The male nurse says, "He missed the mat. He's lying." You reply, "Oh, ok, thanks." You turn to Finn and say, "Come on, Finn, let's go. I'll help you back to the tent, and you can rest." The female nurse smirks in Finn's direction and says, "Oh, he doesn't have to go just yet. No one's been coming here all day. It's nice to have a visitor." Yeah I bet it is nice to have a visitor, Little Miss Man Stealer. You turn to Finn and ask, "Staying here or want help up?" He answers, "Help up, please." You walk over, and he slowly stands up. He wraps his arm around you and you leave the tent.

As we walk away from the tent, you ask, "Finn, are you really okay?" He answers, "It hurts. But I have a hot nurse helping me walk that makes it worth it." Omg haha. You laugh and reply, "I'm not a nurse, but I'll take it." He replies, "I was talking about the one from the tent, actually." You stop walking, look into his eyes, and ask, "Really?" He laughs and answers, "No, of course not. You look hot when you're jealous, baby. You know I want more than just sex with you. I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend." You reply, "I think all of those things sound nice." He smirks and kisses you on the cheek.

We then start walking again. He asks, "Why were you talking to Robert earlier?" You answer, "Ooh Ooh jealous aren't we? Relax, though; he was just asking about my parents since our parents are friends." He nods and says, "Let me guess... your parents would probably prefer you to date him." You reply, "I ... I don't know. I think they want me to focus on getting a job and making business connections, not dating. I mean, they probably want me to find someone who has a stable job and loves me. We, however, did see that whole conversation unfold at the Gilmore's party." He asks, "Ah how could I forget?" You laugh and say, "You know I like you, though. My parents can't change that. They'll have to like you." He laughs and replies, "If they hate me, I'll remind them I'm exotic." You laugh, and he smiles at you.

Life really never gets dull around him.

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Tashi Duncan x Fem!Reader: My Shot

Loosely inspired by My Shot from Hamilton lol (Added a few lyrics in italics)

Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name

* I do not own Challengers characters, plot, etc.

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Y/N’s POV

I am not throwin' away my shot

Your eyes scan the list of competitors in this tournament and you read the name, Tashi Duncan.

Tashi Duncan is someone who you've been compared to your whole career and it sucks. You're tired of being told that you are as good of a player as her, but with a different upbringing.

I'ma get a scholarship to King's College I probably shouldn't brag, but dang, I amaze and astonish

You grew up in Louisiana and started playing tennis really young. You loved it, and your parents wanted you to succeed, so they let you take as many lessons and attend as many camps as you needed to improve. You did improve.

You started making waves, and some college tennis recruiters even attended some of your high school matches. You received a full ride to Cornell University to play tennis and pursue a management major in business. It was a dream.

As you competed in college, you would scroll on social media to see who was who in tennis. You kept seeing the name Tashi Duncan. She seemed to have it all. And you wanted it all, too.

Your on-court personality was serious and focused. Whereas your off-court personality was bright and friendly. People were amazed to see how you flipped the switch and turned on your game face each match. It was one of the things that your Coach at Cornell had you teach your teammates. You learned other things from your team, like certain moves and a lot about cooperation.

You were used to winning, but when you lost, you got a real kick out of it. You honestly loved to lose because it helped you grow as a player. However, your Coach and your potential sponsors were worried about the losses. You tried not to let their worries bother you.

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out my name

You check into your hotel and notice someone else across the lobby. Your eyes meet hers, and she smirks. Tashi Duncan. You had been playing in similar tournaments, and yet you had never met or played each other. And you really wanted to play her. You wanted to win every match to get to her.

You look away to focus on your manager giving you information.

Upstairs, after you toss your bags inside your room, you take the elevator to the roof. The hotel receptionist said there was a beautiful view. And frankly, what else is there to do but stress before the first match? And maybe watch mediocre home renovation shows?

You lean against the railing and look at the city. It's very pretty. You hear, "You shouldn't be so close to the edge. Someone might push you off the edge." You turn to see Tashi standing there looking at you. You take a step toward her and say, "I think that means that my competition must be really scared to face me if they'd rather face criminal charges than play me... my name is Y/N L/N, by the way." She scoffs and says, "Afraid no, I wish we could skip to the finals where we play each other, Y/N. I know you are. I suppose you also know I'm Tashi." You nod and reply, "I do know you. It's pretty hard to avoid you in the tennis world. You're everywhere." She replies, "It's good to live rent-free in people's minds. That means you're never forgotten, and you get all the attention." You reply, "Careful, Tashi, sometimes having all of the attention is a bad thing." She takes a step closer, smirks, and replies, "Maybe... but I wouldn't mind having all of your attention." You reply, "How very forward of you, Miss Duncan." She places her hands on the railing on either side of you and says, "I think we should kiss. How is that for forward?" You smirk and kiss her. She pulls away and replies, "Mhmm, that was exactly what I needed to send me to sweet dreams." You laugh and walk with her to the elevator.

In your room, you realize what you just did. You just kissed your biggest competition. AH WTH!?!? Why did you do that?

The next day, you eat your hotel breakfast with your manager and you notice Tashi walk in. She winks and waves at you.

You get to the tournament early to practice and then watch some other matches.

At 2 pm, you stretch and place your headphones on. You crank your upbeat hype playlist up and you walk out as you hear through the speakers, "Introducing Louisiana-Born and Cornell Student, Y/N L/N! Eyes are on her as she continues to dominate!"

You play, you win, and you walk back to the locker room.

You grab your clothes and go to the open shower. A hand stops you from closing the door, and you see Tashi standing there, flushed and sweaty. She competed just now, too. She exclaims, "There are no showers left, and I have somewhere to be. Could we just share? I promise no funny business." She holds up a pinky for you to shake and you ask, "Did you win?" She nods and answers, "Duh, did you?" You answer, "Duh, come on in, winner." She smirks and places her stuff next to yours.

You both shower and you feel hands in your hair. You ask, "I thought you said no funny business?" Tashi answers, "I'm just helping you massage your shampoo in and really wash it. It doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to." Do you? You start rubbing body wash onto her arms, and she asks, "What are you doing?" You smirk and answer, "Just applying your body wash. It doesn't have to mean anything unless you want it to." You flip your eyes to her, and they look like they want to devour you. And they do.

You both leave the shower and then the locker room together. Your Coaches are happy to see you two met and they make you both take a photo together. Tashi whispers in your ear, "Smile, or I tell them we just fu**ed." You were going to smile anyway. You smile widely, wrap an arm around her, and you both pose.

You win your next match. Tashi wins her next match. She does the whole "no shower left" thing again... you don't know if she's lying, but you don't care. It's easy. The next day, Tashi doesn't compete at the same time as you, so you're able to catch the first half of her match. She notices you at the half causing her to send you a wave. You realize as she plays that you’re going to have to give it your all to beat her. She’s smart and dangerously quick on her toes.

You go to your match. You win. You leave for your match and as you shake hands with people after your win, you see Tashi. She waves and you hold your hand out. You smirk and say, "Thanks for coming." She smirks and replies, "I could say the same to you."

No Tashi in the shower makes you go faster because you never really wanted to linger here anyway.

You exit the locker room to see your manager, your Coach, Tashi, Tashi's Coach, and Tashi's manager all standing there talking. What is going on? And what has Tashi said so far?

Your Coach sees you approach and exclaims, "Oh Y/N, so glad you're here now. Tashi and her team want to take us out to dinner." OH. You reply, "That sounds great, I cannot wait."

You arrive to a fancy vegetarian restaurant and you follow Tashi's team inside.

Tashi slides into the chair next to you and whispers in your ear, "I figured this was the best way to take you to dinner." You whisper back, "Why do I need dinner? When you're a whole snack." She whispers back, "A whole snack, no. I'm a whole damn dessert."

As you eat, both of your teams ask how you two met and you tell them about the railing conversation minus the kissing. Tashi goes on to tell them that you both debrief matches in the locker room as you both get ready... you could tell she wanted to say more about what was happening between the two of you.

You get Tashi's number. Finally. She immediately texts you asking for your room number, which you gladly send her.

Tashi arrives at your door clearly in pajamas and she strolls right past you into the room. She jumps on the bed and you lay next to her. You ask, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She answers, "I just feel like we've been doing a lot of kissing and not talking. I want to know more about you." You reply, "Sure, we can talk. I guess, what's your favorite color?" She answers, "For the media, I say red because of Stanford. But really, I like muted tones and the color white. The color white represents cleanliness and a fresh start to me. If I wear white, it helps me think of each match as something new and different. It keeps me on track. Now, my question is, what part of the human face is your favorite?" You answer, "I like people's eyes the most. You can tell a lot about people's feelings with their eyes. But also, I love seeing how everyone's eyes are all different shades of blues and browns and greens. It's truly beautiful." She asks, "And what do you think of my eyes?" You stare closely into hers and say, "Your eyes are like gingerbread, spicy and sweet and hard to crack." She smiles and you both continue talking.

Tashi leaves your room quite late, but not before she says, "Promise me that no matter the outcome of the match tomorrow, we can remain friends... or something more." You reply, "Of course."

The next day, you make sure everything you do is the right way that will make you win. You eat the right foods, exercise all the right ways, and focus on the game play.

I am not throwin' away my shot

Your match with Tashi is next... you walk out and are greeted with tons of cheers. Tashi walks out and hers are louder. You look away from her before she notices and you focus on how you can win.

You slide off your headphones at the right time, place them in your bag, and stand up. The announcer says, "This is the highly anticipated finals of the tournament! The one you've all been waiting for! Will Tashi Duncan continue her reign as tennis champion or does her rival, Y/N L/N have what it takes to take her down?" You both stroll onto the court and shake hands, and Tashi wins the coin flip to start the match with the ball.

You're up 2 points by half. It's not going to last. You're not going to last. You're tired. You've been putting 100% into this match and the rest of this tournament, you've been winning at 50% power. But to win, you need to put in 110% of the effort. Can you?

I am not throwin' away my shot

The match ends with Tashi winning by 10 points. Everyone cheers, and you walk over to shake her hand. She takes your hand and says, "Good game, Y/N." You reply, "Good game, Tashi. You deserve it." She replies, "You played one of the best games of tennis I've been able to play in years. And frankly, love, I'm used to winning and I'd like to win one more thing - you." You smirk and reply, "You already won me on the roof." She pulls you into a kiss in front of everyone at the tournament.

Masterlist

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Emma D’Arcy x Fem!Reader: When Emma Falls In Love

Feel free to play "When Emma Falls In Love" by Taylor Swift or not... the choice is yours... lyrics in italics

Y/N = Your Name

*I do not own the House of Dragon characters or plot or the real people in this plot *

Y/N's POV

You were always a hopeless romantic growing up. And being an actress made you fall in love with each of your costars so easily. Directors often complimented your "loving gaze" and said that you were great at that look. They didn't know that you were just in love.

Working on House of the Dragon was exciting for you because you loved the world, and you loved Game of Thrones. You were so overjoyed to be offered a place in the cast, even if it was a one-season arc. Your character was to be the object of Rhaenyra's desire for a few episodes, then there would be a twist of who she really is, and then she would be beheaded. At least, that is what your first script says. Much can change during filming.

You met Emma, and your chemistry at the table read made those on the cast super excited to get back to filming. Emma's eyes were beautiful, and you could stare at them for hours.

When Emma falls in love, it's all on her face Hangs in the air like stars in outer space

You hung out with Emma for filming and for getting to know each other. You were playing Emma's love interest, so you wanted to know them better. You want the chemistry to be believable on-screen.

You're sitting in your trailer reading your book to take your mind off set for a minute when Emma walks in. Emma never knocks on your door. She just walks in. You don't mind. You like their presence.

Emma slouches on the couch next to you and asks, "How do you know if you have a crush on someone?" You answer, "Oh um... I don't think I'm the best person to ask this." Emma replies, "But I want to know what you think." You half-smile and reply, "Well, you can't stop thinking about them, and you feel strange when they're around. You know their likes and dislikes. You know little quirks about them, like if they twitch their eyes when they lie. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?" Emma shrugs and answers, "No reason, I just think you're cute." You reply, "You're pretty cute, too." Emma smiles.

You share an on-screen kiss with Emma and when the director calls cut and the mics are off, Emma puts her arm around your shoulders as you walk back to the trailers, saying, "I wouldn't mind an off-screen kiss." You smile and share an off-screen kiss that night.

You begin casually dating and spend time together both on and off set.

Your dates included vegan restaurants in downtown L.A., going on long walks by the beach, hiking, and even painting.

Then, post-release of your show, you both attend some interviews together. Things were nice and easy. You & Emma were happy.

'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

Unfortunately, you live in New York City and Emma lives in L.A. That means you were a long-distance couple and you weren't finding time for each other as much as you should have.

You have a tendency to just forget to text people. You mean to, but you just get busy.

You began filming another show while Emma returned for the next season of House of the Dragon. You attempted to call once a week, but the conversations felt tense.

Well, she's so New York when she's in L.A.​​

You arrive to the hotel where the House of the Dragon cast is staying for the premiere and you call Emma. You see Emma walk out of the elevator and your heart almost leaps out of your chest. You do love Emma. Why don't you try harder to keep them?

You rush forward and hug Emma tightly. Emma helps you carry your bags up to their room where you both sit on the edge of the bed.

You exclaim, "I'm sorry for not texting as much as I should. I ... I do love you and want to keep you in my life. I just need to give you the love and respect you deserve." Emma nods slowly and replies, "I was considering a break-up, but I knew it would hurt too much. I want to delay the pain, and I know I haven't been as good at communicating either. Both of us are to blame. I'll try to better, too." You nod and say, "The best thing we can do is try." A BREAK-UP!? Holy sh** You really need to get your priorities straight... you're not... but your priorities should be.