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hi!! i was wondering if i could get an L x gn!reader where L is working so much and hasn't been paying attention to s/o much and so one day, s/o is really tired from staying up all night because they were thinking about him and so they get upset (almost like a little kid lol) and start crying and they go to his office and sit in his lap while crying into him? this is so specific i'm sorry but i feel like L would adore his s/o behaving like a little child sometimes. thank you! have a good day <3
Hello there, Anon-san. I'm terribly sorry for the delay, I'm super busy right now. đ„
However, I always manage to find time to write. I hope you like it. Have a wonderful day you too đ§Ą
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TITLE: REASONING ABILITIES
pairing: L x gn!reader
TW: none
When the Kira case started, on 2003, the famous detective L and an -apparently- simple and âundistinguishedâ detective from a local police department were already a couple.
Nobody knew how they met, how they ended up together, how they kept their relationship strong. Watari was the only one aware of those details. So, in case he would die, L and Y/Nâs secrets will die with him. For some people that could be unfair or sad but L -and Watari too- knew it was better that way.
To have a relationship with L could be very stressful sometimes. He was a talented and well-known detective, a truly genius of his job (but barely a hobby for him). Y/N knew the risks about that job: he was loved from many but, at the same time, hated by others. And Y/N was afraid of those âothersâ. However, Watari was doing an amazing job protecting his boy.
When not working, L spent all his free time with Y/N. Reading, writing poems for each other, discussing about old cases or -more in general- having deeper conversations. Going out with him was out of question most of the time and L always apologized about it.
«I offer my most sincere apologizes, Y/N» he said marking his British accent and intertwining his fingers with theirs. Despite the pale colour, his skin was warm and soft.
Y/N sadly smiled. «Donât worry, Lawly. I understand» they replied squeezing gently his hand. After observing their face for a minute, his lineaments relaxed and smiled back.
Those were the things that made L fell for Y/N: their patience and understanding. Being the partner of the greatest detective in the world wasnât easy and -sometimes- L himself wasnât easy to put up with. So, he was immensely grateful to have Y/N by his side.
The Kira case just began. Watari found a nice hotel room at Tokyo. It was the third time Watari made L and Y/N change hotel for safety reasons. They didnât mind it that much but it was being a while since they spent some time with L. Or evenâŠsaw him.
«But Watari-»
The old caretaker raised a hand to hush them. «Please Y/N, try to understand. This case is really important for him and he is eager to solve it»
«But I-» Y/N stopped mid-sentence, they sensed tears wetting their E/C eyes. «I miss him»
«Iâm sure he misses you too, Y/N»
As a result, Y/N tried to distract themselves by visiting the city or going to shopping (they even found a new favourite dish, F/D). Y/N tried their best to fill the day with different activities.
However, nothingâŠnothing could replace Lâs presence. Every chair, every bed, every couch would be emptier without him. They missed his touch, his voice, the sweet smell of his shirts, the softness of his black hairâŠhis eyes on them. Everything.
They even started to wait for him in bed. Y/N thought that if they couldnât see him at workâŠat least when he had to sleep. However, that moment never came.
On the other hand, there was L. This new serial killer, as known as âKiraâ, caught his attention since the very beginning. He was a real danger for humanity and L had to do justice as soon as possible. If Kira found out Y/Nâs identityâŠthat will be the death of him. He couldnât bear a world without Y/NâŠhe didnât want to come back at the life before them.
So, he started to focus more and more on the Kira case, analysing victim after victim, tape after tape. He barely left the armchair Watari brought him. L missed Y/N so muchâŠthe loneliness was heavier since he met them. But he also realized that he had to bring Kira to justice. L hoped Y/N would understandâŠone more time.
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It was late night. A late and rainy night to be more precise. Y/N was observing it from the window of their room. Once again, the other half of their queen-sized bed was empty.
Y/Nâs thought started to wander around old memories. Of all the time they spent together with L, the time at the Wammyâs HouseâŠeven when they helped him in some particular investigation.
However, as time passed, Y/N started to cry. At first, it was a sad cry but then, after few minutes, they started to toss and turn in the bedsheets...upset and frustrated. In a short time, the bed was completely undone. They looked like a fussy child but they couldnât care less.
After throwing a poor pillow on the floor, Y/N took a decision: if L wasnât going to see them, they will do it. Still in their F/C PJs, Y/N stomped from their room to Lâs one (that used as âofficeâ). They didnât care if other guests saw them with those clothesâŠY/N was determined to achieve their goal.
With the passepartout that Watari gave them, Y/N entered Lâs suite. Due to the tears that wet their eyes, Y/N couldnât see a sleepy task-force in the room too. But even though they could see them, Lâs partner didnât care.
When they entered the luxurious suite, L didnât flinch. He was so focused on the tapes in front of him that he didnât hear them spread the door. Only Watari turned towards them.
Still with wet eyes, Y/N walked towards L, with legs pressed against his chest and an ice-cream in one hand, and put down his legs in order to sit on his lap. As they did so, L snapped back in the real world.
The greatest detective in the world felt a weight on his legs and something wet his white shirt. He looked down and noticed Y/Nâs figure crying desperately on him.
«Y/AâŠÂ»
Their sobs started to become louder and louder, all the stress and loneliness gathered during those weeks was pouring out in that moment.
L passed his unfinished ice cream to Watari and hugged Y/N as tenderly as he could and yet tightly. He hid the face in the sockets of Y/Nâs neck, smelling the wonderful scent of their skin; feeling their breathe against his chest and, despite they were crying, Y/Nâs voice too wasâŠso relieving for him. L was reunited with his Y/NâŠfinally.
«I apologise, Y/AâŠmy sweet and little Y/A» the black-haired detective started to caress their hair trying to comfort them. L secretly loved when his partner acted like a small childâŠa smiled adorned his pale face.
As minutes passed, Y/N felt calm again; sure, the nose was stuffy now but who cared. «I missed you» Y/N said rubbing away the remaining tears.
«I missed you too»
In that position, sitting with his legs down, he didnât mind if his reasoning abilities dropped 40%.
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Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L X Reader
Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.
Words: 3k
A/N: Iâm in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.
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Broken Glass and Broken Bones
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (ft. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, and Hershel)
Content/Warnings: Fluff; angst
Words: 1251
A/N: Next up - Daryl Dixon, everyoneâs favorite redneck! This was from anon for 31. You will receive the same injuries as your soulmate (unless deadly).
When you were young, you had a lot of injuries. You were in the hospital a lot. Not because you were a daredevil, or because your parents harmed you, or even because you were particularly clumsy. It was because your soulmate seemed to live in some sort of hell. You constantly had bruises, cuts, and other nicks. It was fortunate the doctors had figured out a way to tell the difference between soulmate wounds and your own, otherwise your parents would have been hauled off long ago. You were always cautious, careful to not cause your soulmate any additional injuries. He had endured enough as it was.
When you were around eight, things grew steadily worse to the point that you were in and out of the hospital every other day. Whether your soulmate was the one who got the wounds or not, it didnât matter - you had to suffer through either way. Eventually, most of the savagery stopped, though you did always seem to be beaten up in some way or another, even when you were older.
Then the apocalypse started. People quickly realized that if their soulmate was bit, they wouldnât turn. That didnât mean they didnât get the wound. It made a lot of people grateful that lethal wounds could not be received by soulmates. It made a lot more wish they could be. By this point, you still hadnât met him - whoever he was - but considering you were still getting injuries you assumed he was still out there somewhere.
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Love Story
Pairing: Gilbert Blythe x fem!reader
Description: This will be a multi chapter fic about the reader and Gilbert. The reader is new to Avonlea but she has a very fierce personality. She doesnât take anything from anyone. What will happen when this fiery soul meets Gilbert Blythe?
It had been a long tiring day, or a tiring weekend. After two whole days, you and your mother had finally finished moving and organizing your belongings. You were just dreading one thought. School. Oh, how you hated the idea of having to talk to anyone. Â You were more of a loner. You didnât really like having a lot of friends and thought everyone your age was immature and way too annoying for you. Thankfully, this was your senior year. As if reading your mind, your mother asked,
âAre you excited for school tomorrow, Y/N?â
âNo.â you bluntly replied. Your mother sighed.
âY/N, I know that you pretty much donât like anything or anyone-
âThatâs not true. I like dogs.â You smirked
â-but at least try, for me.â
You sighed in defeat. âAlright mother.â You said their goodnights and parted ways. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Morning came and you really werenât much of a breakfast girl, especially when you were so anxious, so you just grabbed an apple and headed out. Thankfully your house was pretty close to the school so that was pretty convenient for you. As you made your way, you heard footsteps crunching on the leaves.You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around to get a glance of who was there. You saw a boy who looked about your age, he was tall and had blonde hair.
âWho are you?â
âIâll tell you my name, if you tell me yours.â Each word he said, he took a step closer.
âLook, Iâm not interested in playing your stupid games. Leave me alone, you freak.â You shoved him away from you.
âOh, youâre not getting away that easy.â He muttered. He grabbed your wrist and you were about to kick him in the groin when you heard another boyâs voice.
âBilly!â
The blonde boy, which you assumed his name was Billy, let go of your wrist and backed away from you. Your eyes slightly widened, it seemed like Billy was afraid of this boy. He was too far for you to recognize the boy but he stepped closer and you saw a better look of him. He was taller than you, had dark curly hair, pale skin and brown eyes.
âGilbert! Itâs been awhile.â
âSure has. I would love to catch up but we canât be tardy. Miss Stacy sure hates that. We should probably get to school, eh?â
âYeah,â the blonde boy cleared his throat, âI was just on my way.â
After watching him disappear in the trees, the brown haired boy looked at you and took a step closer.
âAre you alright, Miss?â
âYeah.â You replied dryly. You ignored his presence and walked right by him.
âYouâre welcome.â He silently said. Not so silent that you were able to hear him. Youâve never turned around so fast in your life. Your cheeks were heating by now.
âAre you kidding me? I was doing just fine without you. I didnât need any saving.â She harshly replied. âNow if you excuse me, Iâm gonna go to class.â You started walking, again.
âNeed anything else? Any dragons around here need slaying?â He teased. Oh, he enjoyed making you mad. But you werenât going to give him that pleasure. Without turning around, you obviously couldnât stay quiet so you snapped at him.
âI can slay them myself, thanks!â You said loud enough for him to hear.
âHey, who are you?â Even if you were distant from each other, you were still able to hear him, you just decided to ignore him. He caught up pretty quick, though. Wow that boy can run.
âWho are you?â he repeated.
âWho are you?â
â I asked first.â he replied.
âI asked second.â You insisted.
âYouâre pretty stubborn, arenât you?â
âOne of my many amazing qualities.â You smiled.
âAlright, you win. Iâm Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe.â
âIâm Y//N Y/L/N.â
âThatâs a beautiful name. Iâve never heard it.â
âAnother one of my amazing qualities. I told you I had many.â Gilbert let out a chuckle and he gave you a small smile.
âWeâre here.â He said.
âThis isâŠsmall.â
âSure is. Bet youâre excited about meeting everyone.â
âNot really. Iâm more of a loner girl. People arenât really my thing.â
âIâm shocked.â He teased. You rolled your eyes.
Gilbert raced to the door to open the door for you. You muttered a thanks. When you got in, you noticed a group of girls on the left side of the room staring at you. You simply ignored them. You didnât come here to be liked. So their opinion of you didnât really matter. Gilbert stopped you and turned you towards him.
âWhat?â You asked, annoyed. He kept staring at you, as if your face was covered in gold.
âNothing, just-â
âGILBERT!â A group of boys yelled and pulled him in for a hug. So, heâs pretty liked.
You took a quick glance to where all the girls were seated. You saw a red haired girl sitting down, writing what looked like a story. You chose to sit next to her. Before you could finish setting down your things she opened her mouth,
âHi! Are you new? What a silly question, Iâve never seen you here so of course you are. Whatâs your name? My nameâs Anne. But please make sure to spell it with an âEâ. Itâs much less boring that way. Where are you from? Oh, dear Iâm not letting you speak. Iâm oh so very sorry about that. Iâm kind of like that.â Even if she was the total opposite of you and very annoying, you couldnât help but like her.
âIâm Y/N. But you can call me Y/N/N.â
âOh, what a marvelous name. So very enchanting, indeed.â
âYou use a lot of big words, donât you?â
âYes, Iâm sorry. Itâs become such a habit.â
âItâs okay.â You slightly smiled. âI like that.â The bell rang and who you assumed was the teacher passed by you. She was a.. she? You smirked and you were secretly jumping up and down with glee. Never in your school years have you had a teacher who was a woman. You were so happy at seeing stupid rules starting to change. Everyone sat down in silence.
âGood morning everyone!â she said cheerfully, âit looks like we have a new student with us today.â Oh no. Introductions were the worst thing ever. You hated being on the spotlight. âWhatâs your name, MissâŠâ
âY/N Y/L/N.â
âIâm Miss Stacy. Itâs really good to have you here. I hope that you like it here.â You smiled and nodded.
After the first two lessons finished, lunch time came. Finally. You grabbed your food and headed outside to sit in the corner with the fewer people. While you were eating, the same girls who were staring at you when you came in, were heading towards you. Great.
âWhat were you doing with Gilbert Blythe?â A blonde girl shouted..
âSomething called walking together. You know, its when people move their legs in order to get from one place to another-â
âThis isnât a joke!â
âOh, believe me Iâm dead serious. Why are-â
âYou canât talk to him! You canât even look at him. Ruby has dibs. Sheâs liked him for over three years.â You laughed.
âYouâre joking right? Look, sunshine nobody tells me what to do. Besides he isnât an object for you to claim. If you like him, youâre just going to have to ask him out and if he says no then your so called dibs were for nothing.â
âIf you get close with him again, youâll regret it.â
âOh, Iâm so scared.â You mockingly said. You grabbed your things and walked away from them while the girl was still talking.
âThis conversation isnât over. Iâm not done talking.â
âBut I am!â You shouted and smirked. This was going to be fun.
When you found a rock to sat on so you could finally eat your lunch in peace, you heard footsteps. You groaned. Not again.
âYou again? I told you Iâm going to talk to whoever I want-â When you turned around to see who it was, you were greeted with brown eyes and a warm smile instead.
âI donât remember saying that.â
âOh, I thought you were that blonde girl.â You pointed at her when you saw them in a corner spying on you.
âJosie can be..â
âAnnoying? Intolerable? Rude? Yeah I got that.â
âWhat were they saying to you anyway?â
âThe dumbest thing ever. They told me that I need to stay away from you and that I canât talk to you. Or even look at you. I donât know why anybody would want to.â You teased.
âHa-ha very funny. Itâs not my fault Iâm so charming with my looks.â
âKeep dreaming, buddy.â You admitted to yourself that he was quite handsome though, but you werenât going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. âAnyways, I told them that I will talk to whoever I want. Nobody tells me what to do.â His eyes looked at you in awe, as if heâd never seen someone so..strong and fierce. You stared into each others eyes which felt like hours. You were the first one to break away from his stare. You took a sip of your milk when Gilbert grabbed his satchel to take something out.
âHere.â he pulled out an apple and offered it to you, âI thought you might like one. Theyâre fresh from our orchard?â You accepted the apple and took a bite of it.
âOur?â You asked while chewing. Some would think it was improper for a lady but you never cared of what anyone said. Gilbert slightly chuckled at how cute you looked.
âYeah. Me and my dadâs.â
âSomeone having to tolerate you day and night. I pity him.â He simply rolled his eyes.
âY/N, will you ever be able to say something nice about me?â
âWeâll see.â You gave him a small smile.
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Third Times A Charm // Gilbert Blythe
Hi! So one of my favourite romantic tropes is person A secretly leaving notes for Person B, even if the notes arenât that romantic (e.g. they just wish the person a nice day!). I was wondering if you would be able to do a prompt like this for Gilbert Blythe? (Maybe as a bonus, Reader figures out pretty quickly heâs the one leaving her notes, but they donât say anything b/c they donât want it to end?) Much thanks and have a lovely day!!
Requested by: @libraryoffandomsuniverse
Authorâs Notes: I PROMISE YOU ALL THAT TOMORROW I WILL BE UPLOADING REQUESTS OTHER THAN MY GILBERT REQUESTS! Itâs just⊠iâm half-way through season two and I adore Gilbert so much.
Please donât plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.
Word Count: 1,810
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The first time you received a note, you hadnât had a clue who it was from.
Youâd been returning to your desk after lunch, your lips curled up into a bright smile as you laughed at something Diana and Anne had to say. The moment you sat down, the first thing you noticed was the neatly folded note left on top of your books and such.
It had promptly baffled you.Â
You had glanced around the room, in hopes that maybe your wandering eyes would tell you who it was that had left you a note. But alas, they did not and you were left clueless as you peeled the folded note open.
And in six simple words, the note read; your smile brightens up the room.
You felt your heart warm at the words, despite not knowing who the author was. Truthfully, it was one of the kindest things anyone had ever said to you and you felt your cheeks flush gently in response. You wouldâve stared at the note longer, in amazement, if you had not heard Mr. Phillips enter the room.
Quickly making sure no one had seen the note - God forbid Anne found it and her romantical tales of your secret admirer begun - you tucked it into the pocket of your dress, smiling softly to yourself.
You failed to notice the set of eyes on you, and the smile that grew on his lips when he saw your reaction to his note.
The second time you received a note, you were just as confused.
It was a few days later since the first one, and truthfully after never receiving one the day after, you hadnât expected one to come again. But you were pleasantly surprised to see another note, neatly folded of course, on top of your things once again after returning from lunch.
You sat down in your seat next to Diana with a new-found excitement, barely noticing the curious gaze Diana held on you as you peeled the note open. Once again, with thirteen simple words, the note read; I love the way your eyes sparkle when youâre doing something you love.
It was a little longer than the first, but you didnât mind. Rather, you found yourself even more flattered than the first time.
You gasped, though, a moment later, watching as the note was practically pulled from your hand. You spun, wide eyes falling on Diana as she grinned brightly at you. âWhatâs this?â She teased, raising a suspecting brow.
âNo-Nothing!â You stammered, reaching for the note. Diana pulled it out of your grasp before you could, as you hastily glanced around, desperate for no one to know of your ordeal.
Reaching forward once again, you pulled the note from Dianaâs hands, tucking it safely in the pocket of your dress. âItâs nothing,â you repeated, voice more assured. Diana didnât press the matter, but you knew your red cheeks were plain obvious.
The third time you received a note, it wasnât hard to find out who it was sending you them.
Everything was laid out the same. Just, this time it hadnât taken a few days for a new note to arrive. Rather, you received the third letter the next day, and you found yourself positively delighted.
You quickly sat down, failing to notice Anne who was making her way over to you, Diana by her side, as you peeled open the note. Part of you wondered if you should wait until you got home, in fear that youâd be caught by Anne, or Diana again. Or worse, Billy or Mr. Phillips.
But your heart couldnât handle the wait.
So, opening the note hastily, but carefully, your wide eyes scanned across the words written beautifully across the page, giddy.
I love the way you smile when youâre with your friends.
It was almost too similar to the note left previously, but it still made your heart flutter.
âOh! How romantical!â
Almost like the day before, the note was pulled from your hands with no chance to stop it. This time though, it wasnât Diana, but rather Anne. And, you knew immediately youâd never hear the end of this.
âGirls,â she exclaimed, bright, twinkling eyes reading across the words written on the page. âY/N has a secret admirer.â
You set your head in your hands, leaning against the desk adjacent to you with a deep sigh. You remained silent, refusing to answer the girls (mainly Anneâs) million questions about when this had started, if you had any clue who it was and how many you received. Plus, many more.
Instead, you watched as your precious note was passed around each girl, giggles of excitement leaving their lips, before your eyes slid across the room. Just before you turned back around to your desk, your eyes caught sight of Gilbert just turning forward himself, a small, cocky smile on his lips as his cheeks flushed slightly.
And then it clued in. Gilbert Blythe was your secret admirer.
The notes kept coming, until you had a rather large collection of them all.Â
When youâd found out Gilbert was your secret admirer, the better, more sensible part of you, told yourself you should tell him you knew. See where it lead things and get to the bottom of it - why was he leaving you these notes? And what did he gain from leaving you sweet, little compliments day after day, wasting paper?
But the truth of the matter was, you rather enjoyed them. You didnât want them to end, so you kept your mouth shut. In fear that if you told Gilbert you knew, heâd stop sending them.
You let it carry on for days.
You tried your best to keep them hidden from the other girls, but they werenât plain stupid. Once they figured out they came in everyday, the girls would race to your desk after lunch before you could even reach it yourself. More often then not, they read the note before you even had the chance to you.
It took some of the fun out of it, but youâd distract yourself but subtly glancing Gilbertâs way to gauge his reaction. It seemed he disliked the idea of the other girls reading it before you as well, but couldnât say anything. Given that he was, well, your secret admirer.
It continued on like that for a while. You hid the notes from your parents, stashing them in a prized box kept under your bed. You werenât sure of the reaction your parents would have, especially your mother, if they saw the many notes left for you, varying degrees of compliments left on them.
It almost became like a routine.
Until, today.
It had been like any other day originally. The girls and you would step outside, or create a little hut for yourselves for lunch, blocking yourself from the sight of the boys. At first, the conversation had always been about what kind of note youâd receive that day, since they always seemed to be different. But now, as days passed, the conversation was kept diverse until lunch was over.
The girls sprang up faster than you could, as always, and Anne in the front as they raced to your desk. Youâd trail behind them, waiting patiently for your turn to see your note as you listened to them giggle and Anne tell stories of romantic endeavours.
But, it seemed Billy was tired of being kicked to the back, unable to see what the fuss was about. When you finally managed to clean up the little area youâd all made, youâd heard Anne angrily call Billyâs name and turn to see him snatching the note out of the very girls hand.
âWhoâs this for then?â He asked, raising a brow as he turned to the group of girls. His eyes slid across from them to you, and it seemed your flushed cheeks and wide eyes gave him his answer. âItâs for you?â He questioned, insinuating that the idea was impossible.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, frozen in place as Billy took daring steps your way. You didnât move nor say anything, as he continued to tease you. âY/N Y/L/N has a secret admirer?â
You knew the bright grin on his face was anything but good.
Turning to the rest of the boys, and the select few that were his friends, he laughed, them, of course, joining him. âWho would even want to be your secret admirer?â
You felt your eyes fall shut, embarrassed by the laughs the echoed around the room.
It wasnât until you heard;Â âI would,â did you finally open your eyes once again.
Your lips parted, eyes widening in bafflement as you saw Gilbert stand up from his seat at his desk. Crossing his arms over his chest, he raised a challenging brow at Billy.
Billy looked like a mix between threatened and surprised;Â âyouâre the one sending Y/N these notes?â
âEveryday for the past two weeks,â he confirmed, without a care, nodding his head. Your eyes never left Gilbert as he begun walking, stepping over to your side, almost protectively. âSo, I suggest, you leave Y/N alone.â
Billyâs cheeks flamed in embarrassment, but he said no more, but turned to leave, only to be interrupted by Gilbert;Â âand iâd like the note back.â
Almost as if on a walk of shame, Billy stomped back over to GIlbert, handing him the note heâd left for you, before stalking back over to his desk. And then, in front of the whole class, Gilbert turned to you with one of those smiles only he could accomplish, extending the note to you.
You accepted it with albeit shaky hands, brushing back a strand of lose hair behind your ear. âThank you,â you mumbled, voice barely audible. Though, you did manage a small smile, of gratitude, up at Gilbert. Or rather, for him.
Gilbert nodded, turning to leave, but just before he did, he whispered;Â âyour smile really is something else.â
You were left stunned for a moment, standing at the front of the class with the note grasped in your hand tightly. It wasnât until Mr. Phillipâs walked in, thankfully five minutes late, bellowing;Â âreturn to your seat, Y/N!â
You followed without hesitation, tucking your head down as you made your way back to your seat. You ignored the sniffling you heard from Ruby behind you, the glare you received from Josie and the star-stricken expressions you received from both Anne and Diana. And you knew Gilbert was staring at your back, smiling at you just like he had before.
But you didnât pay mind to that, and focused on Mr. Phillips listen, somewhat embarrassed.
Though, nothing could hide the smile still left on your lips as you gripped onto Gilbertâs newest note with deep care and appreciation.
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Here is my Discord server to talk about my first book and literature ! I will be happy to see you join my community and to debate with you ! đ
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Finn Wolfhard x reader [TEXT MESSAGE]
if If you like that kind of thing, let me know. I might do part two.
PS : English is not my first Language then sorry in advance for the false spelling. [I'm French]
ENJOY !
The context will be that of the shooting of season three of Stranger Things which took place mainly in Jackson, Georgia. But for the sake of convenience I decided to talk about Atlanta because I couldn't find the city of Jackson on my time zones app.
I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT IT'S MAINLY TO SEE IF YOU LIKE THESE POSTS. IN THE NEXT POSTS (IF I HAVE POSITIVE FEEDBACKS, I WILL MAKE IT) I WILL ACTIVELY INVOLVE OTHER STRANGER THINGS ACTORS.
SO KEEP ME INFORMED OF YOUR PREFERENCES. đ
I decided at the end of my posts to put a French word or phrase that we use quite often with the English / American translation for those who would be interested. (For those who are still reading this, obviously).
So the word or phrase of the day is « Prenez soin de vous. » which means "Take care of yourself."
Bye et (and) prenez soin de vous, Marina. âš
#finn wolfhard#imessage#text message#stranger things#noah schnapp#millie bobby brown#gaten matarazzo#natalia dyer#charlie heaton#joe keery#sadie sink#caleb mclaughlin
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DYLAN O'BRIEN - CONFINEMENT
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Il n'est pas connu dans cet imagine.
y/n = ton prĂ©nom ( your name) en anglais.Â
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J'Ă©tais allongĂ©e dans mon lit en train de dessiner un paysage lorsque j'entendis des battements de tambours qui Ă©taient quotidien depuis le dĂ©but de ce confinement. Je me lĂšve de mon lit et me dirige vers la fenĂȘtre pour observer mon voisin d'en face taper sur sa batterie. Je le vois dans son garage, torse nu alors qu'il tient fermement ses baguettes sur ses mains. Il porte sa casquette des Mets Ă l'envers ainsi qu'une courte barbe qui lui donne un air vraiment mignon.
Je pense que le fait de frapper sur cette batterie, doit le calmer. Je devrais peut-ĂȘtre me mettre Ă frapper sur quelque chose aussi, plutĂŽt que de frapper dans des murs rendant mes phalanges douloureuses.
Je le vois me regarder puis me faire un clin d'Ćil ce qui me fit rougir. Ce sont les meilleurs moments de la journĂ©e, sa musique n'est pas insupportable, au contraire, elle est satisfaisante, ce qui n'est pas commun quand on parle de batterie.
J'entends quelqu'un entrer dans ma chambre et je me retourne pour voir ma mĂšre.
« â Il est mignon ? Me demande t-elle en me regardant avec un sourire.
â Maman.. Soufflais-je en levant les yeux au ciel agacĂ©e par les rĂ©flexions incessantes de ma mĂšre par rapport au jeune O'Brien habitant en face. »
J'aimerais tellement pouvoir aller le voir et essayer sa batterie. Nous sommes voisins depuis quelques années mais je n'ai jamais vraiment réussi à l'approcher et je n'ai jamais pensé qu'il m'avait remarqué.
Je n'entends plus de musique. Je me dirige alors vers la fenĂȘtre et vois qu'il est plus lĂ malgrĂ© que sa batterie soit toujours visible.
Le téléphone de la maison sonne et ma mÚre qui était toujours dans ma chambre se dirige vers celui-ci. Elle revient quelques instant plus tard avant de me tendre le téléphone alors que je la questionne du regard en prenant le téléphone.
« â Allo ? Demandais-je aprĂšs avoir approchĂ© le tĂ©lĂ©phone de mon oreille.
â Salut voisine. Dit une voix rauque de l'autre cĂŽtĂ© de la ligne. Je regarde par la fenĂȘtre et je le vois assis sur son siĂšge avec un tĂ©lĂ©phone dans sa main alors qu'il me regarde.
â Euh.. Salut. RĂ©pondis-je un peu gĂȘnĂ©e de lui parler aprĂšs l'avoir observer tous les jours depuis le dĂ©but du confinement.Â
â Tu sais que ça devient inquiĂ©tant que tu m'observe tous les jours depuis le dĂ©but du confinement. Ricane t-il.Â
â Je-je ne t'observe p-pas.. DĂ©clarais-je en bĂ©gayant et en rougissant.Â
â Ah ouais.. alors que regarde-tu ? Me demande t-il et je peux entendre son sourire narquois Ă travers sa voix.Â
â Bah en fait.. j'Ă©coutais le son de la batterie. Tu joues plutĂŽt bien... Dylan. Dis-je avec un petit sourire sur mes lĂšvres.Â
â Tu trouves Y/N ? Me questionne t-il avec un petit sourire Ă©galement.
â Bien sĂ»r, je trouve ta musique super apaisante. Affirmais-je en lui envoyant un sourire Ă travers ma fenĂȘtre.Â
â Si nous n'Ă©tions pas en confinement, je t'aurais proposĂ© de venir essayer la batterie. Mais, nous le ferons une prochaine fois. Propose t-il alors que je le vois passer sa main dans ses cheveux.Â
â Euh.. je.. c'est un rendez-vous ? Demandais-je un peu embarrassĂ©e.Â
â Comme tu veux, chĂšre Y/N. RĂ©pond t-il avec un petit sourire en coin. »
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Forest Green - Peter Pan Imagine
Rating: PG-13
Warning: mentions/implications of sex
Summary: You and Peter have an odd relationship. Your friend, Tiger Lily, just wants an end to the sexual tension.
Word Count: 1484
You and Peter have an odd relationship. You dropped by in Neverland. Somehow, you got up in some magical nonsense, so a bean was thrown at you, you fell, and you ended up there. While Peter wanted to send you back, the boys admired you so much that they begged him to let you stay. Having nothing to go back to, you did.
Peter and you hated each other.Â
Then, you saved him. He saved you. He gave you a cabin. Yeah. safe
to say. the two of you were something. You still shared the piercing glares, sneers, and complete avoidance. It was definitely one hell of a relationship.
âHeâs been staring at you again,â Tiger Lily pointed out. She smirked. â(Y/n), you should do something.â
âLike what?â
She shrugged. âWell, you could talk to him⊠Or you could kill him so that I donât have to endure the sexual tension.â
âKill him?!â you whispered.
Tiger Lily smirked. âSo there is sexual tension?â She wiggled her eyebrows.Â
You shoved the Neverland native. âTiger, seriously, there is nothing between me and Peter.â You sneered. âHeâs disgusting anyway. Heâs so⊠cocky.â
Tiger lily shrugged. âYeah, nothing, but the lingering glares that turns into gazing. And, of course, donât forget the teasing. And the sexual tension!â Before you could shove her again, Tiger Lily gasped. âHeâs looking here now!â
Your head shot up.Â
Lo and behold, Peter was staring at you. Once you caught him, his lips curled into a sinister sneer. You narrowed your eyes at him in response. You whipped your head around and flipped your hair over your shoulder.
âYou know what you should do?âÂ
âWhat?â
âYou, my dear (Y/n), must flirt.â
âWith Peter?â
âNo! Plus, youâve already done that with the staring and the teasing and the sexual tension. No, you need to flirt with someone else.â
âAre you suggesting that I flirt with one of the Lost Boys. Tiger, that is insane. Theyâre all like brothers to me.â
The girl shrugged. âNot the new one.â Tiger Lily tilted her head to the side. âHot new Lost Boy, nine oâclock. Mind telling me his name.â
You looked at the direction she gave you. She was right The new Lost Boy was indeed very good-looking. He had a well-defined jawline and well-kept hair. He wasnât burly, but he was tall and lanky. His eyes held the morning sky within them.Â
You focused on Tiger. âThatâs Adam. Tragic actually. His sister died while he was still in Misthaven. Came here because he didnât belong anymore. Heâs a pretty cool guy, great addition to the Lost Boys. You want me to flirt with him?â
âYep.â
You shook your head. âNo, Tiger. Just let, whatever you think will be fixed by this, be. Iâm sure it will be better that way.â
The teenager sighed. âI guess. Fine. Iâll just ask Peter some questions. How he feels about you. Does he think youâre pretty? Does he ever dream about youâŠ. naked?â
âTiger!â
âI would.â
You growled. âFine. But only because of your stupid blackmail.â You got up from your log and made your way to Adam.
âYou love me for it!â Tiger shouted with a smile.
You put on a small smile and greeted the Lost Boy, âHey, Adam.â
âHey.â
âSo, how are you liking Neverland?â
Adam shrugged. âI havenât seen much of it.â
You bit your lip and took a step closer. âI could give you a tour.â
The Lost Boy smirked. âWhy, really? This must be one great honor. The only Lost Girl is offering to tour me?â Adam smiled. âIf you are ok with the idea, I would love to be toured by you.â
You giggled and took a step closer. âChivalry. They still teach manners in Misthaven?â
âThat they do. I could show you even more things they teach on the tour. Tell me, will we be going to your cabin?â
You bit your lip. âWell, usually, I donât show that on tours, but for you, I guess I could make an exception.â
Someone stepped in between the two of you. You tilted your head upward and groaned. âPan, what the hell?â
âYouâre coming with me,â the Neverland leader sneered.Â
âWhat if I donât want to?â you growled, crossing your arms. Smoke engulfed the two of you, transporting you to a dark cabin. âWhat the actual hell, Pan?!â you shouted. âI swear to the Shadow that-â
Lips crashed onto yours. Your back hit a wall. There would probably be bruises there the next day. You stared ahead. It was Peter. Peter was kissing you. Peter Pan was kissing you!
You tried pushing him away. âStop it,â you sneered.
Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, not planning on letting you go. His lips traveled, pecking your cheek and the spot right below your ear. âDo you really want me to stop?â Peter whispered in your ear.
You shivered from such close contact.
Peter smirked. He could feel your heart thumping and your blood rushing. He reveled in it. Peter Pan kissed your neck lightly. He continued kissing your neck, sucking a little on a few certain spots.
You moaned. Your hand grasped his hair, You couldnât help it. Peterâs lips ignited something. You felt so nervous and excited at the same time. Your entire body shook and tingled. You hated Peter. Why did he have to make you feel like this? Why was your body so hot? Why did he have to be right?
Peter detached his lips from your neck and chuckled. âTell me to stop, (Y/n). If you donât, well, I might as well continue.â
You groaned. âJust kiss me, you idiot.â
âGladly.â
The next morning, you woke up in Peterâs arms. You gazed at Peter, well, shirtless Peter to be more exact. You looked at yourself, thanking the Shadow that you had the right mind to put on at least some underwear after some certain⊠events. You smiled at the thought. You tried getting up, but Peterâs arms just held on to you. You giggled. âPeter,â you whined.Â
âI donât want to let you go, (Y/n),â he said in a light and teasing voice.
âYeah, I know. You werenât letting me go last night.â
Peter smirked. âWell.â He kissed your neck. âYou didnât want me to let go.â
You sighed. âPeter, we need to get-â You moaned. Peter was kissing your neck again. He smirked. âYou were saying?â
âI need to, um, well, I need to check on the younger ones.â You bit your lip, trying not to moan. âI need to give Adam that tour.â
Peter froze. âAdam?â
You raised your brow. âYeah, the boy I was talking to last night.â
âHeâs not attractive.â
âWhat does that have to do with anything, Peter? He is attractive though. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I swear he stole part of the sky or something.â
Suddenly, Peter was on top of you, pinning you to the bed. He snarled. âI am more handsome than anyone in this camp.â
âSo, does that include Tigerâs tribe?â You giggled.
âYou wanna laugh? Oh, Iâll give you a laugh.â Peter held your wrists in one hand, while the other went to tickle your stomach.
You laughed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. âPeter! Stop!â
â(Y/n), you need to say a few certain words before I stop,â he teased.
You laughed. âPeter!â
âCome on, (Y/n),â
âFine! Fine! You are more attractive than Adam. Happy?â
Peter stopped tickling you, but he kept you hostage. âCare to elaborate?â
Your jaw dropped. âYou said a few, Peter!â
âWell, now, I want a few more. You are not getting out of this bed until then.â
You smiled. âI wouldnât mind that.â
â(Y/n),â Peter teased, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to your stomach.
âFine, ok, um, well, you have better hair. Now-â
Peter shook his head.
You groaned. You looked at him, licking your lips. âYour eyes. theyâre a beautiful green.â
âIs green better than the sky blue?â
âNo. But a forest is better than the sky. At least, thatâs what I think.â
Peter smiled. he dipped down to kiss you again. It was supposed to be a light peck, but you didnât want a light peck. You kissed him hard. Peter smirked. Getting lost in the kiss, he let go of your wrists. With newfound freedom, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
âHey, Pan, I wa- woah.â Adam.
You pulled away from Peter. However, the leader of the Lost Boys held you close. Without looking at Adam, he snarled. âWhat do you want, Adam?â
âUm, no-nothing,â the boy stuttered.
You smiled a little at the boy. Your cheeks were red as roses, though. You were in your underwear after all.
âThen, get out.â Peter glared at him.
The Lost Boy nodded and closed the door.
Peter chuckled. âNow, where were we?â
Hey guys! So this is the implied smut imagine, and just like the last implied smut one, i am blushing red! Like really red!!!! I am really really really awkward with this topic.
Now, important announcement: IF I GET ANOTHER SMUT REQUEST, IT WILL BE DELETED! Sorry, but I am really uncomfortable with this topic, so⊠yeah. Sorry about that. The farthest I go is removing shirts. Thatâs it! I have gotten smut request after this one, and I just really donât want to do them. i am very uncomfortable with writing smut. So, if you do send one in, I will delete the request, no matter how guilty I feel or how good the plot suggested is. Sorry for the inconvenience that is me guys. If you want, I can recommend blogs that write smut. All you need to do is ask.
Anyway, i love you all! I hope you donât hate me. I hope you like the imagine tho! :) Sorry
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Protect (Peter pan x Reader x Rumpelstiltskin)
Rumple was going to kill you. He would never admit to it but you frightened him. You had a hold on him and even his father. What could you do with that control?
When Pan found out he couldnt believe what he was hearing. âWhat?â âIâm going to kill her⊠Papa.â âRumple no, thatâs your sister youâre speaking of.â âItâs okay, you abandoned her too.â âThat doesnât mean that I donât care for you⊠both of you. Listen son, what ever is going through your head you must forget! I will not stand by and watch my children try to tear each other apart.â âYou canât stop me.â Rumple retorted as he left the shop of the underworld. Pan stared Rumple down. âWeâll see.â
The blast sent her to the ground and she groaned in pain. Rumple cornered her from nowhere and used his magic against her. âRumple⊠What are you doing?â âWhat I must.â A fire ball appeared in his hand and she screamed, scrambling away from him. A hand grabbed her harshly and tugged her to the persons side. âEnough!â Pan barked. A solid grip on his youngest child and only daughter and raised his hand in front of Rumple. âI canât let you do this.â âShe must die.â âWhy!? What did I do!?â The girl cried and Pans grip only got tighter. âI told you. I wonât let my children kill themselves or each other. I wonât stand for this no matter what the reasoning may be.â âPapa?â The girl whimpered looking at her father. Sheâd never seen him protective never mind being protective of her.
âRumple, you know better than to fight me.â It wasnât clear just what changed his mind but he backed off as though realising what he was doing before teleporting away. Pan turned to you. âAre you alright love?â You nodded and Pan disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.
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â  Merlin: I swear if he touches her one more timeâŠ
 Arthur: Youâll do what? Fight him?
 Merlin: Why, you think I canât fight him?
 Arthur: You wonât stand a chance with a toddler yet alone a knight like Gwaine
 Merlin: âŠ.
 Arthur: Itâs all right. Y/N likes you too much for her own good anyway. She wonât do anything. On the other hand Gwaine.
 Merlin: Donât finish that sentence. Oh bloody hell is he⊠OI GWAINE! GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF OF Y/N!  â
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Family
Pairing: Dad!Tony|Avengers x Teen Reader
Request: âHi sweetie, can i request a Avengers x teen reader, where the reader Goes to bed but canât sleep. And like all the Avengers are in the living room and she falls asleep on the couch in their company? Xxxâ by anonymous
Warnings: none whoops
A/N: asdfghjshsj what a cute request, thank you darling! This is basically the Avengers being children and fighting over âcustodyâ of the reader lmao | Word count around 2,5 k. Gif by @theavengers.Â
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You donât know how long you have tossed and turned around in your bed, kicked off the blanket, brought it back, moved to lie on your stomach and whirled yourself onto your back right after. What you do know is that you canât sleep. For shit.
Today hasnât been an exciting day. No mission. No going out in the evening to be a friend and helper saving random people or preventing robberies. No training. Nothing. School had you busy and you were caught up in your homework as soon as you came home. You hadnât really felt like going out and move, so you spent the rest of the night watching a movie with Steve and Sam.
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Imagine...Being Tom Riddleâs daughter and him coming to you when you need help...
â.....Dad?â
âSweetheart, what did they do to you?â
âThey hurt me...â
âTheyâre going to get what they deserve, my darling, I promise.â
âKill them.â
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A Craving - Void Stiles
Void Stiles and a touch starved reader. He starts acting the romantic boyfriend sheâs always wanted, leaving her conflicted and scared but man, his lies sure are pretty. Btw you are an amazing writer and how fast you can pump these out is absolutely astounding!! Iâve been following for awhile and you always seem to be updating and theyâre always high quality and it just amazes me!!
Please donât plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.
Word Count: 1,794
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For once in your life, it felt like you could actually be normal. Oddly enough, no one, not Stiles or Scott or Lydia had messaged you once. Normally, you wouldâve been concerned, but you took the moment of peace from the supernatural to catch up on some much needed school work.
It was just you home, and with music playing softly in the background, you sat on your living room couch, reviewing notes and doing any homework that had been assigned that week. You didnât have to save the world, risk your life for people you didnât even know and for once, it felt like you could just be an actual teenage girl. You used that to the best of your ability.
Biting your lip, you wrote down the solution for the math problem youâd been reviewing. Taking care to make sure your work was neat, since the teacher was a real stickler for that. You were so engrossed in your work, for once, that the sudden knock on your front door practically made you jump. You let out a tiny gasp, eyes snapping up to the front door in question. Without thought, you glanced at the clock, noticing that it was already quite late in the evening, around ten, and tried to think back if anyone was suppose to come over today.
Nope. You donât remember your parents mentioning anything about it, and youâre pretty sure that if Scott or the others were coming over, theyâd text you first. With furrowed brows, you pushed yourself to a stand, stretching slightly before making your way over to the door. Another round of knocks echoed as you made your way over and you sighed;Â âiâm coming!â You called, picking up the pace slightly.
The moment you were at your front door, you unlocked it, swinging it open. You found yourself surprised when you saw Stiles standing there, leaning against the door frame, a smirk plastered on his lips. âStiles?â You asked, raising a brow. âWhat are you doing here? Is something wrong?â
âAm I not allowed to just visit you?â Stiles questioned, and you couldnât help but notice that there was something a little off about him. He pushed himself off the edge, standing tall before you.Â
âWell, noâŠâ You mumbled, stepping back so he could make his way in. You shut the door behind Stiles, locking it as you watched him slip off his shoes. âItâs just normally when you come knocking at my door at ten at night, somethingâs usually wrong.â
As you turned back to Stiles, you found yourself even more puzzled when you noticed him looking around, as if heâd never been in your living room before. You shrugged it off as nothing, even though youâd known Stiles for a good chunk of your life, the boy had his weird ticks. You couldnât a hundred percent explain why he did some of the things he did, so why start questioning it now.
âNothingâs wrong.â Stiles shrugged, turning back to you.
You nodded, slowly making your way back over to the couch before taking a seat. Stiles followed, taking a seat directly beside you. âIs there something you needed?â You asked with a small smile, glancing up at him from the side.
âJust wanted to see you,â he whispered, causing your cheeks to warm slightly. You felt your heart beat race slightly in reaction to his words, cowering in surprise. Stiles normally wasnât this forward, at least not with you. This sort of attention seemed to be reserved for Lydia only, and while youâd be lying if you said you didnât have maybe a tiny crush on Stiles, it still puzzled you.Â
Stiles turned away from you at that, his eyes falling on the coffee table before the both of you. âDoing some studying?â
âHomework actually,â you nodded, closing your notebook. âBut I guess studying as well.â
As you leaned back into the back of the couch, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You ignored it, thinking it was just one of your friends. If Stiles was here, that must mean nothing was wrong, given that him and Scott were usually the first ones to find out.Â
âWell,â you began, fiddling with your hands. âIs there something you-â Your words fell short as you felt the slightest touch of Stilesâs fingers on the side of your face, brushing back a strand of loose hair and tucking it behind your ear. You felt your cheeks heat up once again, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You noticed, only then, that Stiles had grown exceptionally closer than you remembered him being.
Another buzz, but you were far too distracted now to even think about pulling out your phone.
You leaned back, slipping to the side slightly as Stiles grew closer. His hand grabbed ahold of your waist firmly, holding you against him as his face was now only inches away from your own. You could feel his warm breath on your face, and you let out a shaky breath. You didnât know what was up with Stiles, or why he was acting like this, but you couldnât help but feel your body react to him. Positively.
Another buzz.
âUmm, Stiles?â You questioned, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. There was something about the way he was looking at you. It was almost unrecognizable.
âIâm sure youâre confused,â Stiles began, smirking softly.
âUh, a littleâŠâ You mumbled, biting your lip. You felt, though, your eyelids flutter as Stilesâs hand caressed your cheek, and trailed downwards. âNot that I mindâŠâ
âI can tell that you like it, Y/N.â
âY-Yeah⊠Itâs just⊠youâve never really shown any interest in me before.
Buzz.
âWell,â Stiles begin, grinning down at you.
Buzz. Buzz.
âThatâs because-â
Buzz.
Huffing, you shifted slightly. âSorry,â you flashed an apologetic look Stilesâs way. âMy phone keeps buzzing.â You pulled away, the firm grip Stiles had held on you slipping as you shifted, pulling your phone out from your pocket. âItâs probably just Lydia or Kira,â you explained, glancing briefly at Stiles, who had weirdly gone still, before looking back down at your phone.
You had seven unread messages. Mainly from Scott, two from Kira.
Y/N, where are you?
Y/N!
I need to know where you are.
Y/N? Itâs Kira. Answer us.
Where are you?
Are you home?
Please, Y/N! Answer!
âSomethingâs wrong,â you mumbled, sliding your phone open.
Iâm with Stiles, you typed, whatâs up?
It took only a moment before Scott replied.
Stiles?
Yeah?
Y/N. Thatâs not Stiles.
Your eyes widened, confusion flooding you. You suddenly felt frozen, unable to glance Stiles way as you replied to Scott.
What the hell are you talking about?
You need to get out of there, Y/N. That is not Stiles.
What do I do?
Just hold on. Weâre heading there now.
Oka-
A hand fell on your wrist, the other pulling your phone from your grasp. Slowly, you glanced up, meeting Stiles, or whoeverâs, eyes as he slipped your phone into his pocket. You felt your heart race widely against your chest, this time out of fear as you started to shift back.
âThereâs no need to run, love.â Stiles⊠no, no, Void, said, smirking.Â
Biting your lip, you ripped your wrist from his grip, moving to stand up. Before you could even attempt and run away, Void grabbed ahold of you, tugging you backwards. You fell back against the couch, head bouncing off the back of it as you stared up at Void, who now stood before you, towering over you, with fear in your eyes.
âNow, now,â Void whispered, âthereâs no need to be afraid.â
You raised your hand, intent of shoving him off of you but Void only grabbed ahold of your wrist, pulling it back. He grabbed your other wrist, and pinned it beside your head. âWhat do you want?â You breathed.
âYou may not believe it,â Void begun, smirking. âBut I donât want to hurt you.â
You scoffed, eyes narrowing as you felt anger flood you at this little games. âGet the hell off of me.â
âWhy?â Void questioned, raising a brow. You felt yourself still the moment Void let go of your hand, moving his free hand to caress your cheek, before trailing down your neck, getting dangerously close to your breast. âYou seemed to enjoy me touching you earlier.â
âThatâs when I thought you were Stiles,â you growled. âNot some nogistune possessing him.â
âAhh,â Void nodded, âthatâs right. Little Y/N has a crush on the boy who doesnât even give her a second glance.â You bit your lip, biting back your true feelings. Your lips, though, parted when Void leaned forward, his lips touching the shell of your ear. âWell iâm not so stupid. I can see how much you crave my touch.â You tried to still your racing heart as his breath fawned over your neck. Tried not to give him what he wanted. âHow much you craved to just be⊠touched.â
You gasped when his other hand, one you hadnât even been focusing on, trailed across your stomach, slipping under your shift. Voidâs, or rather Stilesâs. cool hand touched your warm stomach, causing you to flinch at the touch. Then, you felt his head dip down, his lips pressing against your neck as he pressed soft kisses and nipped lightly at the sensitive skin.
âSt-Stop,â you mumbled pathetically. Even as you spoke though, your back curved into him.
âStop?â Void questioned, pulling back. You bit back the whine at the loss of his touch. âAre you sure?â
You glared up at him, âScott will be here any moment.â
Void pushed off of you then, letting go of you as he came to a stand before you. âYouâre right. I should goâŠâ Your jaw slacked at his words, and you hated the fact that you missed his touch. Missed his body over your own. âBut,â Void called, bringing your attention back on him. âI will be back.â
He leaned forward then again, surprising you as he pressed a kiss against your lips. It was only for a moment, before he pulled away and suddenly was striding to the front door, leaving as fast as he could. âTry not to miss me too much.â
It took Scott another ten minutes to get there, to which he promptly burst through the front door. His wide, panicked eyes fell on you, still sat on the couch, dumbfounded. âY/N!â He called, rushing over to you, Isaac and Allison trailing behind him. âAre you okay?â
You took Scottâs hand, nodding numbly. âYeah⊠yeah⊠He didnât hurt me.â
âThen what did he want?â Isaac asked.
You paused, wondering if you should tell the truth. ââŠI donât know.â
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Family - The Cullens
Pairing: The Cullens x Reader
Characters: Jasper Hale, Alice Cullen, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Hale
Warnings: N/A
Request: Anon: âwhere the cullens (mainly Jasper and Alice) took in a turned a girl (who is the reader) who was close to death and she eventually falls for a human and doesnât tell them and runs away. And just their reaction? And meeting the boy and trying to explain it allâ
Word Count: 617
Author: Hannah
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